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Saturday afternoon, I attended my first orgy and left with 4 loads in me and 2 loads deposited in other guys. I’m an NYU sophomore and had been wanting to go to an orgy for a long time. I was approached at the gym and invited to this by one of my classmates and it was like 30 sweaty hot college to 30 year olds fucking like there was no tomorrow. I took one dick that was as thick as a beer can and maybe 9” long at the end and took his load before I left. It started out with just making out but soon enough I had my dick in someone’s ass and someone had theirs in mine. I think the longest train was about 5 or 6 guys at once. At one point I was double penetrated and it was the first time I had ever done that. It was such a rainy day I was happy to be spending it in a NYC penthouse fucking and being fucked for hours. Definitely one of the best sexual experiences I have ever had and am super excited to go to another. It was so hot to stare into a man’s eyes, make out, never know his name, and he would get up and another man would replace his cock in me. It was also so hot to use other guys holes immediately after they were being used. Not a condom in sight and it was so fucking hot. Can’t wait for the next orgy in a few weeks.

Hey guys! thought I'd take a stab at writing. It'll take me a while to do updates, but I promise there will be more than just this one story. Hope they're not too long winded. Some parts of these stories may or may not be true 😉 Chapter 1: Meeting Byron I met Byron through Grindr - I had been horny and looking for some trouble. Of course, it was 2AM, so only the ones who REALLY had fun were online, but I didn't know that at that point. But let me introduce myself first. My name is Christopher, or Topher for short. At the time of this meeting, I'm 22, fresh out of college, standing at 5'7. I've got an average body (not fat but also I am too lazy to work out now, so maybe just a soft stomach) a nice 6 inch cock, and a nice round bubble butt courtesy of my high school days when I used to go to the gym. Not bad for an Asian boy right? And of course, smooth all over - save for the minimal pubic and armpit hair that only grew out after I hit puberty at age 17. Oh yeah, did I mention I was a virgin? Never even been kissed! Crazy. Anyways, the familiar Grindr notification made my heart thump. Byron sent me his pics, and he was super sexy. On the older side (maybe twice my age, who knows?), taller (around 6'1) but had a nice clean shaven face and a slight semblance of a 6-pack. But what really caught my eye was the final pics - a thick beer can of a cock easily 8 inches, and also a nice round butt. I was salivating. Byron and I chatted for a bit, and I mentioned that this was my first time with everything. He was super kind, and willing to show me the ropes. He even alleviated my concerns about Tina and Gina, and assured me that he would "take good care of me". Assuaged, I made the quick drive over to his place. After I arrived, I knocked on his front door, trembling with excitement. I had never done anything and yet here I was, about to take the plunge. Byron had told me that he preferred long sessions, so I had budgeted the entire evening, the next day AND the next evening to him. The door opened, and I was blown away. He stood there, a head taller than me, a big smile on my face and stark naked. His pictures were recent, thank goodness, so everything that he sent me matched, except his cock, which I had underestimated. "9 x 5 inches", he proudly told me later. He immediately pulled me into my first kiss, his lips soft, his tongue gentle and probing me. I quickly got hard, and decided to wrap my arms around him. He made me feel so safe as he snaked his hands around my waist, lifted my shirt up and pulled my pants down, so that I could join him in his nakedness. "Wow", he said, after 5 minutes of making out at his front doorstep. "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight". "Agreed", I said. He held my hand as he led me to his bedroom, and I adjusted to my new surroundings. The room was mostly dark, but had dark blue and red lights so we could see. On one side, his king size bed with 4 pillows. Next to that was his laptop and a movable desk. Byron had really rolled out later what I discovered to be the red carpet experience. A whole box of shards, a bong, torch, two Gatorades, two Viagra pills, two travel-size shampoo bottles filled with Gina, another travel-size bottle of massage oil, a brand new bottle of poppers fresh from the fridge, and a bottle of lube. Byron and I sat down on his bed, and immediately explained what everything was for. We each popped our Viagra pills, and waited for them to hit. In the meantime, He filled the pipe with 2 brand new fat shards, took the torch and started melting them. I looked transfixed as the white smoke started to rise, and he took three 5-second hits before looking at me, gesturing for me to come closer and pressing his mouth to me. Exhaling into my mouth, I gobbled up his smoke, held it per his instruction, and then started exhaling back into him, his lips never leaving mine. As we ping-ponged the wisps of delicious Tina, I could feel my horniness to rise. We moaned into each other's mouths as we started to make out. "Now you try", he said. "And I know you got those lungs from your swimming days so you inhale for 30 seconds and then release into me". I did as he told, counting the seconds until half a minute had passed, before pressing my mouth back into his smiling lips. He groaned in delight, and placed my hand on his growing member. I started slowly stroking it to full hardness, the cock so big it looked outsized in my hand. He meanwhile started gently tugging my nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure. We then shotgunned at least 5 more hits to each other before he broke it up. "You're a good kisser Topher", Byron said as he started mixing the Gatorade and several drops of Gina into cups for us to down. We quickly drank the bitter concoctions, and I then climbed on top of him, his thick cock in my face and mine also stiff as a rod sticking straight down at him. I opened my mouth, and started swallowing his fat cockhead, while he pushed my ass forcefully down, impaling my steel rod into the back of his throat. As we commenced my first 69, I could taste his sweet nectar, as I tried to force more and more of his dick into my mouth before finally gagging about halfway down. "Not bad - you're doing fucking amazing and your mouth feels so good", Byron garbled as he continued to furiously throat my dick. "But try these", and he produced the poppers, "and inhale for a couple of seconds thru each nostril. You'll find it much easier". I did as he told, immediately felt a slight exuberance, as the poppers coursed through my head with everything else I had taken. I felt an immediate horniness as I refocused on Byron's cock and with no hesitation swallowed his cock two-thirds of the way down. But this time, instead of gagging, my throat allowed me to push down, and I kept going and going and going, until I hit the base and felt his heavy balls tickle my nose. Byron grunted in assent, and we started really going to town, pleasuring each other's steely penises. 'This is what it should be like', I thought, as I slowly bobbed up and down, savoring the smoothness, the girthiness and the slowly pulsating rod in my mouth. After about 10 minutes, (we definitely need to re-up on the poppers halfway through), we pulled off of each other, and he threw me onto my back, grinning. "You feel that?" Byron said, and I knew he was talking about all the stars we were seeing and the world slightly distorted. "That's our friend Gina is kicking in, and that means it's time. It's time for us to be inside each other". He quickly slathered a generous helping of lube on his cock and my pulsating hole, and told me to take my biggest popper hits yet - 10 seconds each nostril. I held it in as he teased my entrance for what felt like another 30 seconds, and exhaled as he slowly pushed his fat mushroom head in at the same time. "Oh my fucking gooooooood", we both exclaimed. I thought it would have hurt, or been painful, but it was the most pleasant pressure ever. I felt the heat radiating from his raw cock and my hole, and he smiled at me before pressing down on my body. Wrapping his arms and legs around me, he slowly pushed further in as I whispered a slew of expletives into his ear. After what felt like an eternity, I felt his pubes tickle my ass. "It's all the way in Topher; you did it," Byron told me as he smiled back at me. I could see myself in his glazed pupils, my face contorted into pleasure and ecstasy. "Now, we can really get going". Byron took another hit from the bong and shotgunned it to me, as he slowly but surely started thrusting into my no-longer virgin hole. I felt like I was flying, squealing like a little piggy in heat as he pulled almost all the way out and started slamming ;) it back in. Each time he fucked his whole cock into me I uttered unintelligble sounds of delight, as my own hard cock was spewing precum everywhere. As his sweat dripped down, I licked up every drop as I kissed every part of his face. Eventually, after maybe 15 minutes, Byron pulled his slicked cock out with a pop leaving my hole feeling empty, and flipped onto his back, slightly breathless. I took this time to take another 2 hits, shotgunning both of them to him. As we made out, I could feel his cock firming up again. "Why don't you sit on it babe," Byron said, as he slowly stroked his to full mast. "Sir yes sir", I exclaimed, and I lubed up my hole again, ready to take his girthy meat. "I'm gonna take a hit of poppers, and you take a big hit of Tina. As you sit, we shotgun to each other," Byron explained, as he unscrewed the cap. My heart was pounding as I grabbed the bong and positioned myself over his cock. As our eyes locked, we both inhaled for 15 seconds (Byron switching each nostril). Holding our breaths, we put the items back, gave each other one last look, and smashed our faces together, as I sat myself down balls deep in one swift motion and we flew into nirvana. 'This is what making love feels like. There is nothing that I will ever want in life again other than for this to never end', I thought to myself when I came to moments later. Byron and I were furiously making out, the smell of poppers and tina meshing within our mouths. In the distance (more so due to our haze), I could hear the rapid smacking as I slammed my ass down to meet his upward thrusts. My cock, harder than it had ever been, made a 'thwack thwack' sound as it bounced on his smooth chest. I felt so full, as all 9 inches penetrated me deep inside my hole. As I kept taking his meat, I started moaning in pleasure. Eventually, I felt slightly winded and lay my body on his, enveloping us in sweat. He bear-hugged me as he kept slowly pushing upwards, his magical tongue licking the sweat off my neck, chewing my earlobes and whispering everything dirty in the book into my ear. I felt in heaven as I looked into his blue eyes and opened my mouth to accept his kisses; god, I couldn't get enough of his kisses. We must have been in this position for an hour, and I admired Byron's stamina. However, even he started getting worn out, so we disentangled ourselves, toweled and lay next to each other, making out slowly. His hands lightly traced my back, stopping to play with my puffy hole, causing me to shiver from his touch. Our cocks, which had just been worn out, started to harden as we pressed tighter against each other, our mouths never disconnecting as our bodies meshed into one. "Flip onto your stomach," Byron broke from the kiss and opened two of the shampoo bottles. "I want to massage your sexy body," he said, as he prepared another two cocktails of Gatorade Gina. We chugged our drinks and he drizzled some cool massage oil onto my back. "Is this one of those massages that turns into a happy ending?" I joked. "Maybe it is," Byron replied seductively, as he sat on my butt and pressed his hands into my shoulder blades. His hands were firm and strong, as he massaged out my knots and slowly worked his way down. I couldn't help but moan every time his fingers pressed deep, just as I know his cock could do. Byron would chuckle each time he elicited any noise from me, as though he were proud of himself as a masseuse. He scooted onto my legs as he got down to my midsection, then my waist and finally to his prize: my ass. I could feel him apply even more pressure as he kneaded my globes in earnest, loosening any remaining kinks. I could feel a pause as Byron lifted his hands and refilled the bong. 'Flick' went the torch, and I could hear the bubbles as he inhaled a fat hit, before adjusting himself on my legs again. I then moaned again as I felt his hot breath as he took into his mouth my now hard cock, flat against my stomach but sticking out under my butt. He sucked on it for a bit as I lay there, motionless but feeling increasingly in heat. Byron then stood up yet again and repeated this process, but this time blew into my hole as his hands searched my body before finding my nipples and tweaking them. It was all I could do to hold still from writhing, as I experienced my first rimjob, Byron's tongue French kissing my pucker. I could feel myself opening up as he methodically probed deeper, massing my insides with swirls. I could feel my cunt getting moist as his tongue licking got faster, more desperate, more slick. As the rimming got to a crescendo, Byron suddenly got back up into sitting position. He shoved the poppers under my nose while I could hear him turn on the torch. Instinctively, I unscrewed, and he said "don't stop inhaling until you feel my first tap; then hold until I take the poppers from you". After about 20 seconds, when my lungs were about to burst, I finally felt his hurried tap; he grabbed the poppers, set both that and the bong down. I felt Byron's hot meat against my hole, ready to press in. He quickly laid his entire body on me, turned my head to the signed and started to exhale into me as he pushed his cock in slowly. I moaned as we made out, exchanging Tina'ed and poppered breaths, as Byron painstakingly pushed his inch by inch of his horse cock in. I whinnied into his mouth, begging him to go faster and just put it in me, but he made an "uh-uh" noise and grinned, as he teased the depths of my cunt. Finally his resolve broke after he bottomed out. Clasping my hands with his own, he laid on top of me as he began to fuck me hard and deep, just how I wanted it. Byron slammed into me with all of his might, over and over; I screamed into the pillow as he kept pounding and pounding my second hole, feeling a pleasure and ecstasy I never knew before in my life. Before I knew it, his hands clenched even tighter and I could feel his body start to tense. "O my god baby I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum so hard in you baby. I've been saving this 5 day load for you, I'm gonna flood your guts with so much cum. Kiss me as I fill you up," Byron was practically begging me as he started ramping up his speed. "Yeah baby, cum inside me, make me yours, this is your hole", I quickly turned my head again and his lips closed on mine one last time, tonguing me as he screamed one final scream and slammed deep into my cunt. One pulse, two, three; I counted 10! pulses as Byron spasmed, his cock gushing the promised load into my waiting hole. Byron's heavy breathing slowly calmed down as he continued to kiss me. His cock, however was still impossibly rock hard after his earth shattering orgasm and he lazily fucked his load deeper into me as we lay there, his body on top of mine. Finally, as his cock was still lodged inside me, he turned me around onto my back, his piercing blue eyes staring into my soul. "That was amazing", he breathed. "Fuck yeah; thank you so much for all of this," I replied "It was everything I hoped for and more". "For sure," he said, and I reached up to kiss the man who took my virginity in the most amazing night ever.

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.

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 2 “Fuck, boy,” Doc grunted, placing his hands behind his head and adjusting his body to give me better access. That goddamn mouth’ll be servicing this cock... taking everything that comes from it,” he said as his gaze met mine. “You want that don’t you, boy?” “Yeh, Doc... I do... so much.” I said barely above a whisper, holding his cock securely in my mouth. Suddenly, I heard the quiet squeak of leather booted footsteps and turned to see Mike standing there wearing the same gear I now had on, except for one minor difference... the pouch on his jockstrap contained a removable codpiece just like Doc’s. Fuck! Standing there in his gear, he was even more beautiful than I imagined. His hard muscles rippled over his smooth body as he drew closer. His eyes traveled slowly up and down my own sweat covered body to finally rest on the puddle of cum under me. Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees. Lifting my hips, he spread my legs with his knees to completely expose me and started lapping Doc’s load out of my well-fucked cunt. “Fuck!” I moaned, feeling the warm wet tongue probing and digging for every drop of cum still inside me. “Goddamn boy...” Doc grinned, looking down watching me squirm in pleasure... “You fucking amaze me but I don’t think I have anything left.” Mike then ground his strong jaw deeper and went animal. I continued to writhe as his rough stubble scratched and scraped against my shaved ass cheeks causing me to tense up, but Mike held my hips and continued his feeding. “Push it out, Sam...” Doc ordered, grabbing my head. “Let Mike taste you...” he barked and tensed up. “Oh fuck... I do. Drink up boy.” he laughed. Still latched on Doc’s cock, another load of chemmed piss erupted and hit the back of my throat. There was a part of me that couldn’t believe that I was here... between a man’s thighs drinking piss... that Doc hadn’t put this in my head, but I was definitely loving it. Feeling the flow finally come to an end, I moved my tongue around his wet shaft to collect the last drops of piss. “Open up, Sam.” Doc commanded, stroking my head. Releasing his cock, I raised my chin and opened my mouth only to have Doc loudly hoc a load of spit and phlegm and drop it into my mouth. Without a thought, I swallowed just as Mike finished on my cunt and sat back... “Go on,” Doc said to me, moving to his chair. I quickly turned to face Mike deeply inhaling from the glass pipe. My eyes locked with his... I crawled slowly to him and sat up. My hands reached out... fingers gliding over his smooth muscled pecs and thick tits before holding onto the tight straps of his harness and pulling him to me... working my way up to feel the snug leather collar secured around his neck. Staring into those dilated green eyes, I leaned in further and felt the softness of his lips as he released the cloud. I inhaled and with my hand on the back of his neck, I pressed my lips to his, pushing my tongue into his hot mouth... enjoying the now familiar taste of the chems, Doc’s cum and my cunt juices. Mike finally reacted... His tongue met mine and the sparring began as I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders and hold me tight. I was not going anywhere... not that I wanted to. We kept on until Mike released his grip and pushed me down... I moved to his sweaty neck, tasting the sharp flavor of his collar that could only come from years of wear. My tongue descended, now licking his pecs and flicking the thick tits. I made my way down to explore the ridges of his rock-hard abs. I knew I was close... I could smell the musky scented leather pouch below and inhaled... knowing that his cock was inches from my face. I moaned, begging him... “Please...” Removing the codpiece, he revealed a thick pierced cock. I inhaled and the musk of his crotch and leather filled my nostrils. My first instinct was to take the shaft into my mouth but catching sight of a droplet of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit, I moved closer. My tongue darted out with anticipation and ran it under the ring, waiting for my first taste of him. Taking its time, I watched the drop slowly run down the back of the ring until it landed on my waiting tongue. “Mmmmm...” I moaned, savoring the drop containing a hint of chlorine hitting my taste buds. Moving down, I ran my tongue along the length of his expanding shaft and over the large set of balls. I looked up into his face, his hands behind his back to steady himself with outstretched legs... his face carefully watching me. The feeling of my hands on his muscled thighs caught my attention... I moved to lick his inner thighs and experience my favorite scent of a man... the musk that emanates in the crease between his crotch and thigh. Almost involuntarily, my tongue began to lap and taste the dripping sweat, sending shivers through my body only to concentrate on my cunt. I licked and nibbled at his smooth legs as I made my way down his calves until I finally reached the polished black leather of his boots. “Fuck, yeh... 10-hole Rangers...” I growled, licking my way down until I was completely on the floor in front of Mike, ass up, and started worshipping his left boot... Moving past the upper, I quickly licked across the vamp, feeling my tongue glide across the leather. I worked my tongue to cover his boot in my spit, producing an increased shine. Next, I shifted and began on his right boot until it also glistened before moving back up his leg, leaving a slimy trail along the way. My eyes shifted up to see Mike’s cock steadily engorging and I continued to my prize. Reaching his low hanging sac, I tried to take it completely in my mouth, but his enormous balls were too much. So, I took each, one at a time, and rolled it over my tongue... feeling their full weight. Gently, I flicked his sac... around and under, giving it a good tongue bath. I couldn’t resist it anymore and I moved to the base of the shaft... Mike was now panting and thrusting into the air... his sac pulling up as a trickle of pre-cum ran down into my mouth. I grabbed the base, looked Mike in the eyes and lowered my open mouth. Mike let out a faint moan... Tasting the sharp tang, I slid my tongue across the underside of the dark purple cock head and took him entirely to the root. Mike’s hands grasped my head and violently started to face-fuck me. I could feel the ring hitting the back of my throat before sliding down into me with every thrust... On he went... taking control and I just let him. I was there to be used and I enjoyed it! Before long, I could feel his body trembling and I knew it wouldn’t be long. At the same time, I slid my hand under him and pressed firmly into his cunt. Feeling my finger reach his prostate, he began to whimper as I stroked it, hoping to get him off quickly... I needed his cum. And it worked! Mike exploded and clamped his hands on my head, letting out a wordless cry as a volley of cum ran down my throat. He fell back, covered in sweat and breathless. I swallowed that delicious load that had coated the back of my tongue and throat. Regaining his breath, Mike looked to Doc, and, without a word between them, Doc motioned to the door. I just sat there, watching Mike’s sculpted glutes cross the room to pick up the tossed codpiece from the floor... Securing it, he walked out the door. At the sound of the door closing, I looked back at Doc with a questioning look. He smiled and took a drink. Sitting back, he began to explain... “I was wondering when you’d notice, boy. Mike was one of my first patients. Like you, he showed promise but there was always a part of him that had been totally fucked up by his upbringing. Even with all the hours of therapy, there was still a wall I couldn’t break through. So, boy...” he said, taking another sip, “he requires a prompt to become what you saw. After every session, he leaves, removes his gear and stows it away... out of his sight and out of mind, so to speak.” he chuckled. “Then, he heads to his room and forgets everything that happened.” “Fuck! Even the part of being gay?” I asked, wiping the sweat off my forehead. He laughed, taking another sip... “No, boy... In all other respects, he’s gay... He was always gay.” He continued on, taking hit from the pipe and exhaling... “It seems that he wasn’t meant to be completely submissive... unlike you.” he said, calling me over and offering the pipe. “Yeh, Doc... it sounds like it.” I said, looking at the mirror and seeing the state I was in. I took the pipe and lit it like I had been doing it forever... I held the cloud in my lungs as Doc reached down and picked up a chain link leash. He secured it to my collar, and I let out the cloud with a loud moan. “I took Mike under my wing after that.” he continued, leading me out of the room into a long dark hallway. “We continued our therapy sessions as he studied psychology at the university. He’s a grad student now and soon, he’ll be moving on...” he said with a hint of regret, opening a nondescript door and pulling me in. My eyes grew wide at the sight... the room was a fetish fantasy... a heavy steel rack stood next to the door holding multiple styles of harnesses, chaps and other leather clothing while gear was displayed on shelves... whips, paddles and cunt toys of all shapes and sizes! One entire wall was covered with mirrors. The other walls, floor and ceiling were painted matte black. In one corner of the room, there stood a large metal framed bed covered with black rubber sheets. But the most prominent piece was in the middle of the room... a well-used black leather sling suspended by heavy chains from the wooden rafters. “Go on boy, take a look around...” He told me, pulling me up by the collar and unhooking my leash. Moving to the sling, I noticed the wooden floor had been replaced with heavy duty black rubber. Running my hand over the buttery soft leather, I moaned... “Fuck Doc!” Doc turned down the lights to reveal a soft red glow from the crown molding shining up on the ceiling from the walls and turned to me... “Like it, boy?” He asked, grabbing me and placing me on the sling. “Yeh, Doc... I fucking like it!” I growled, my cunt now exposed again. “I thought you would,” he chuckled, wrapping my wrists and ankles in leather restraints to securely bind me before raising the bottom edge of the sling. “Better,” he said, leaning in with a wicked smile and whispered something in my ear. I began to feel drowsy, but I was still aware of what was going on... Doc continued, his voice rising a bit and stroking my inner arm... “Still trust me, boy?” Nodding, I answered over and over again... “Yeh, Doc... I do.” “That’s my boy...” he growled as I felt a tightness on my bicep. “Look at me. I want you to see this.” Turning slowly towards his voice, I saw him holding a syringe... the shiny needle tip at my now prominent vein. “What?” I mumbled... starting to struggle slightly. “Think back, boy... you trust me...” Doc said with a menacing scowl and plunged the needle into my vein. I could feel the needle entering but it was Doc, so I stopped struggling. “Yeh, Doc... go on...” I said, watching the contents of the syringe mix with my blood. “Register...” I moaned, not really knowing how I knew that. “Come back,” I heard him say... With that, he released the tourniquet and the slam rushed through my body and I was flying... I could feel the texture of the leather sling hitting every nerve on my back... It was nothing like the clouds... it was a new sensation... “Goddamn fuck!” I coughed out... Trying to take a breath through the coughing fit, my hips began to uncontrollably buck... my cunt spasmed. As the coughing slowed, my mind filled with visions of hard cocked leather clad men in an orgy of sucking and fucking.... piss was flying everywhere. I looked at Doc, standing there watching me... “Fuck my cunt, please...” I begged, lifting my hips further and offering myself. “That’s my boy... welcome back.” Doc grinned, sliding his fingers over my pulsing cunt. “Is it all you wanted?” “God! Yes!” I cried out in bliss as he smiled and walked to one of the lower shelves. Doc stood there for a minute looking at the items... Finally, he reached down and took hold of a pair of long black rubber gloves... “Aww fuck!” I growled, hearing the rubber snap against his sweaty biceps as he looked over his shoulder at me. Still looking over at me, he instinctively grabbed a tub of Elbow Grease and a chain of black silicone anal balls without taking his eyes off me. “Oh Fuck!” I moaned, watching the hard pulsing cock leading him back to me. Sinking his hand into the tub, Doc smiled, his now slick hand spreading the lube all over my cunt. Kneeling, he pressed a slippery finger into me without resistance... I lifted my hips to meet the intruder, shoving even more of the lube into me. Satisfied, Doc pulled out and pressed the first ball against my cunt... I tried to relax. “Push out, boy...” he instructed, grabbing my tit and digging in. “FUCK!” I screamed, feeling my cunt open up and take it in... I could feel my cunt relax as it clamped onto the chain, and I felt a reassuring fullness inside me. “Good boy!” he told me, patting my now filled cunt. “One...” “One...” I automatically repeated in a long moan as the first one slid deeper into me. Another one was now at the entrance... Doc slowly pushed on it, and I was open again... Sending waves of pleasure into my cunt. “Two...” Doc growled. “Two...” I moaned, feeling the weight of them as another met the opening. This time, I pushed back to meet it and felt Doc nudging it against my extending cuntlips until it was accepted. “Threee,“ I growled, before Doc could give the count. “Goddammit,” he chuckled, dropping the remaining two to hang from my filled cunt... the sensation causing me to tighten up on the chain and flex on the three heavy balls inside me. “That’s my boy!” he said, slapping my ass cheeks then stepping back to admire. My chemmed up cunt was on fire now... and I didn’t hold back... “Please, Doc!” I begged, “More...” “Of course, fucker,” he chuckled, picking up the final one and pushing against me. The feeling was intense... I didn’t know if I could take it with the three already inside me. “Easy boy... relax...” he encouraged, sliding a well lubed finger around the entrance to relax me. Feeling his finger slipping in against the ball, I began to writhe in pleasure. With a final push, the last one was in, leaving only the handle remaining outside my body. “YEEEH! FOUR!!!” I cried out as a wave of pulsating pleasure rocked my cunt and rolled through my hungry body. “Damn boy... you’re perfect!” Doc growled, standing there and stroking his now leaking cock before grabbing the chain and gently pulling on it to stimulate my cunt. “OH FUCK... OH FUCK...OH FUCK!” I whimpered, feeling every nerve in my chemmed up cunt fire at once. “How’s it feel, boy?” he asked, rubbing my abs and feeling the now protruding balls underneath. “Doc.....” I moaned, not being able to say another word as my cunt convulsed and surrounded the four heavy balls deep in my gut. “Enough said,” he growled, pulling on the handle. “GOD!! FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the balls sliding against my intestines as the chain grew taut. When the fourth ball hit my sphincter, I moaned, as my cuntlips expanded over the slippery surface and expelled it with a loud pop. “One...” Doc laughed. Nodding, I took a deep breath, “One...” Doc moved on to empty me of the remaining balls, with me dutifully counting down until the last one left my cunt... “Four...” I exhaled, dropping back on the sling as he flung it to one side with a thud... his cock now at my cunt. “Nine,” he grunted, grabbing my hips and easily slipping into my gaping hole... I moaned, feeling myself filled again... this time with no pain. “Do it...” I begged. And with that, the rutting began... his thrusts shoved the sling back, only to yank me back with all his strength onto his shaft on the rebound... pounding me harder and deeper with each thrust... my cunt throbbed again at the invasion. Sensing a change in Doc’s rhythm, I gripped his shaft tightly, causing him to growl... “Goddamn cunt!” His breath became labored as he continued burying himself in my cunt and taking possession. Now leaning in, he grabbed my harness and increased the speed of his fucking and brought me to the edge... “SHIT YEH!” I cried out as my body began to shudder... I could feel my nuts releasing a huge river of cum from my still limp cock and fill my leather jock. My cunt clamped down Doc’s cock and his breathing grew labored... “Yeah fucker,” he hissed with one final thrust, trembling... I heard him deeply inhale and hold his breath as his cock swelled within me... Releasing a white-hot gush of cum inside me, his powerful body shook and fell on top of me. We remained there... suspended in the air on the sling... his cock safely inside me for a few minutes. Feeling Doc rising and slipping out of me, I began to whimper... “Don’t worry boy...” he said, now on his feet and teasing my cunt. Releasing me from the restraints, he lifted me in his arms and helped me to my feet. “Well, Sam... our time is up for today.” he laughed, clipping the leash to my collar. “You need to get some rest...” Relaxing, I fell to my hands and knees and followed behind him into the main house. Reaching the main staircase, he took a long look before continuing up the stairs. Feeling the leash tighten again, I obediently followed like the submissive cunt I now was. Passing a large set of double doors on the second floor, he spoke, “That’s my room. This room...” he said, moving to the next door, opening it and leading me in, “will be yours for tonight.” Removing my collar, he motioned me to stand. Still unsteady, I wandered around the luxurious room. I stood before the immense burning fireplace casting a warm red glow over me. Turning, I saw the sturdy wooden frame of a four-poster bed against the opposite wall. I moved to the bed and felt the luxurious fabric of the sheets covering a pillowy-soft mattress. Looking down, I noticed a black leather bag sitting on the floor and I knew what to do... Turning to face Doc, I began to strip off my gear. Piece by piece, I carefully placed each item in the bag... wrist and ankle restraints... harness before grabbing hold of the waist of my jockstrap... “Commando or jock.” I smiled up at Doc and slipped it down over my hips onto floor, revealing a crusting load of cum in the pouch and on my junk. I knew what was next, but I hesitated and gave Doc a pleading look. Seeing him giving me a terse look, I took a deep breath and knelt to unlace my 10-Hole Rangers... I worked my way down... releasing the tension of the laces as I carefully slid them out of the eyelets with my fingers. Finally done, I inspected them for any damage. Satisfied, I put each one in an individual pouch and stored them in the inner pocket of the bag. Sitting on the bed, I took them off and held them... Again, I looked to Doc but this time with resignation and placed them in the bag. Lastly, I pulled the sweaty, ripe yellow socks off my feet, rolled them up and shoved them into the boots. “Good boy... Time for bed.” Doc growled, slipping my collar into the bag and heading to the door. I don’t know why, but I began to feel drowsy, so I crawled under the sheets and fell back on the mound of down pillows and looked at Doc standing at the doorway. “Rest up, boy... Your therapy’s just begun...” he smiled, turning off the lights and closing the door.

Today on Cap Hill in Seattle. I bred a cute twink body style early 30s bottom with my lil bro top. My lil bro top flew to my city for his university’s spring break. We originally became friends because we were using the same cumdump in Texas. Work was sending me down there for long contracts and we actually connected on twitter, noticing we kept posting pics of our cocks in the same pussy and tagging that cumdump in the photos saying how good his hole was. We started hanging out and breeding together. We are both hung. He’s longer than me. I’m thicker. He’s half my age. I’m 40 he’s 21. We have so much fun breeding ass together and hanging out and exciting ideas. I love his energy and enthusiasm. I think he enjoys my experience and confident top mentality. I have a billion frequent flyer points so I told my lil bro top why don’t you fly up to my city for your spring break. I picked him up at SeaTac and we got teriyaki on cap hill while we trolled sniffies. My lil bro too found us this cutie 10 blocks away. We finished our lunch and went to this bottom’s apartment for a nice pump & dump. Good pussy. Was able to immediately open up and let me in. But also knew how to milk a cock. I shot first. My lil bro top bred him after me. We put our pants and shoes back on and headed out. Tomorrow is gonna be a bro day. Just vibing at home having some beers. We have pussy lined up in Seattle Wednesday night but will be hunting Wednesday daytime. Thursday we are gonna do a daytrip to Vancouver BC to breed some pussy together. Bareback bottoms who are willing to take two tops at once, to let us tagteam, churn loads and use your pussy together… y’all provide a really special bonding experience for top bros. And for that we thank you.

Chapter 11 Henrique just parked and got a text from Marc. It said, “Bring a luggage cart up with you when you come up. I’m waiting for you by the elevator”. A few minutes later, Henrique arrived at the top floor. The elevator door opened, and there was Marc waiting for him wearing just a jockstrap. “We are not leaving today, are we? I just got here. What do we need a luggage cart for?” Henrique said as he exited the elevator. He immediately began to strip down to wear just a jockstrap as well. “No, we’re not. Here” Marc handed two pairs of handcuffs to Henrique “Daddy wants you to be cuffed to the cart” “Got it” Marc cuffed Henrique's arms to the luggage cart and then rolled the cart into the room. Henry, whom the boys referred to as Daddy, is in his upper 40s. Have a nice tanned and toned body, about 6'2, and masculine acting. He has on a pair of boxers and just made a cup of coffee, sitting on the couch of their top-floor hotel suite. “You boys put on a show for me. I just might join the two of you if I’m turned on enough. There's a chest full of toys, so feel free to pick out anything you want” “Yes, daddy” Marc and Henrique said at the same time. Daddy got the boys out of the correction facility years ago when he was starting his business as a porn producer. He was looking for boys who were legal that he could manipulate, train, and make them the star of his new business. He had met them online and hooked up with these two boys before. When the boys got in trouble and didn't want their family to know, they contacted him. At the time, his porn brand needed new concepts, exploring more controversial dark fantasies. He has since made them into the main stars of his company, and his porn brand is gaining popularity domestically and abroad. He generously shared profit with these boys and also started recruiting more actors through them. The boys do not have to follow his orders, but the money is just too good, so they follow him and do what he says willingly. Henry's films have been highly controversial because of the idea of getting his actors high and subjecting them to rough sex. The disclaimers, of course, say everything was just acting but in reality…. No one is inspecting to know the legitimacy of the claim. They only need to edit out the part where the actors are getting high before publishing their videos. They do offer unedited live streaming for payers who are willing to pay high dollars and agree to some ridiculous terms if the live stream were to be recorded and redistributed. Most of those viewers who are interested in watching unedited live streams to fulfill their dark fantasies . They have no problem agreeing to the terms for a chance to satisfy their perverted desires. This was the first time Henrique was in a submissive role with Marc. For many fans of them, there has been a high demand for their role reversal. Marc has been traveling with daddies for promotion while Henrique was sent to do a different assignment. During their promotional trip, several companies have offered a great deal of money to be a part of the video. The “toy box” is filled with products from their sponsors. After building up the demand for so long, Daddy finally has the green light to make this highly demanded shoot. Today's encounter is for research purposes and is not recorded. The goal is to test Henrique's comfort level and also to get familiar with sponsor products and how to use them. Marc first greases up Henrique's body. He sucked on Henrique's hard nipples and bit on them lightly before he drips more oil on Henrique's body. He rubs the oil evenly but intentionally avoids contacting his dick. Henrique's body hair is nicely trimmed. Marc fondles Henrique's balls in his hand a bit, then pulls them downward and puts a ball stretcher on Henrique, causing him to let out a light moan. Marc went back over to the toy box and came back with a set of weighted nipple clamps connected with a chain. He attached them to Henrique's nipples, making him grunt a little. He follows up with a passionate kiss and lightly greases up the head of Henrique's now half-hard dick before moving on to applying oil to Henrique's backside. Marc slowly inserted a buttplug into Henrique. After recently giving up his hole to two hung tops less than a week ago, Henrique's hole is still a little sore, but he took in the buttplug with ease. Marc walked over to the freezer and took out the chem piss oval-shaped ice cube that came from him and Daddy during the trip. It's a mixture of both of their piss, highly concentrated and not diluted with cum like those they gave up Ben a couple of weekends ago. The butt plug has a removable core, so Marc was able to shove them in Henrique's ass without removing the plug. Marc put a spread bar in between Henrique's ankles, keeping them apart and connected the chain of the nipple clamps to the spread bar. It forces Henrique to lean forward to avoid getting his nipples pulled on harder than they already do. Marc walked around Henrique, checking out everything then went back to the toy box to search for something. Henrique started feeling the chem piss effect. It's his first time getting high in a few days. He started breathing more heavily and seemed uncomfortable staying still and his dick is now fully erected. Marc came back wearing a harness when a small camera attached to it that had a flexible joint to point at any direction. From behind, he put a mouth gag with a resealable hollow opening in Henrique's mouth. Then he rolled the luggage cart to daddy while getting ready to do a hot rail that daddy had heated up for him while he was “accessorizing” Henrique's body. Daddy got up and closely examined everything. He moved the nipple clamp a bit closer so it clamp on the nipples more securely. Pull on the chain to test the weight causing Henrique to grunt and his dick flex. Marc finished a rail and opened up Henrique's mouth gag and blew all the smoke in his mouth then sealed the gag. With nowhere else to go, the smoke was slowly coming out of Henrique's nostrils. It was a good hit bc it got him a little light-headed and hornier than ever. Daddy pulls out the buttplug core. The chem piss ice cube had been fully absorbed. He pulled the whole thing out and watched Henrique's hole nice and open as it slowly closing then he shoved it right back in there. Henrique moaned as Marc blew another batch of smoke into his mouth gag then untied the chain from the spread bar so Marc could tease Henrique's dick with his tongue. He licks it lightly all over. Henrique instinctively threw his head back and thought he could stand back up straight, but Marc had the untied chain wrapped around his finger so it pulled on his nipples. He immediately regretted doing that when he felt the unexpected pain and moved his upper body back down while smoke was still coming out of his nose. Daddy sat back down on the couch and took a big hit out of a bong, leaned back, and rubbed his cock a little through his boxer. Marc was about to put Henrique’s dick in his mouth changed his mind last minute and walked around and kicked the back of Henrique’s knees, making him go down on his knees. He opened up Henrique’s mouth gag and shoved his dick in. Marc’s dick was even slightly bigger than the mouth gag’s opening. He had no problem inserting it in as the material is adaptable but Henrique who has not been used to taking in the full length and girth of Marc’s dick gagged several times. He had saliva all over his face and Marc’s dick as Marc fucks his face with no mercy. When Marc took his dick out of Henrique’s mouth he heard. “Fuck me Marc” said Henrique. Marc had never heard those words out of his mouth before and said “What did you say?” “FUCK ME MARC” said Henrique “hmmmmm…..I might but only if you ask nicely” Marc said as he walked around to behind Henique and pumped in a huge squirt of tina mixed in lube, closed the plug again then walked to the freezer and got another chem piss ice cube “Fuck me, please sir” said Henrique for the 3rd time. “That’s more like it” Marc untied Henrique from the cart and moved him to the left side of daddy. Positioned his head right at Daddy’s crotch. Daddy got up and removed his boxer but instead of laying back down, he started cutting a line for Henrique and heating up the pipe for him. Marc opened up the plugin Henrique’s ass and put the ice cube in Henrique and said “Are you ready for my thick cock?” “Yes sir” said Henrique. Daddy moved the mirror in front of Henrique and handed him a tube for the hot rail. Henrique quickly finished the line. Before he let the smoke out of his mouth, Daddy’s dick was right in front of him and he knew exactly what he was supposed to do and put that semi-limp dick in his mouth and started sucking on it like a popsicle as the smoke slowly leaking out each time the dick thrust into his mouth. Henrique felt his hole being forced to expand as Marc slowly pushed his dick in. With a mouth filled by Daddy’s dick, Henrique whimpered as the dick entered and tried to control his breathing. Marc couldn’t make much progress, pull his dick back out and put some more lube on it then tried again. With lubricant, he started to make progress entering Henrique’s ass. Daddy grabs the loose chain hanging off Henrique’s nipple clamp and pulls it toward him. Henrique wanted to scream but couldn’t because Daddy is face fucking him hard. Marc’s dick is in all the way. He held it steady to let Henrique get used to it. He could feel Henrique’s muscle contract all around his dick. Marc handed Henrique a bottle of unlabeled popper. Henrique took two strong hits. They were so much stronger than what he was used to he eye completely blacked out for several seconds “Oh yeah…that came from a vendor. It’s too strong to be sold on the Market. Sorry, I should have mentioned that,” Marc said. “However, I can feel it completely relaxed your hole, though” as Marc began to move his pelvis while Henrique was still recovering from the poppers. As he regained consciousness, he started moaning. “Push it so your hole is opened up for him,” Daddy said “Take a deep breath, then push. Open it up for him. It’ll feel great when you stop fighting it and let it in Henrique” “Oh man….fuck…..Henrique you’re so tight” Marc said. Marc grabbed onto Henrique’s waist and poud him. Henrique was focusing on what daddy told him. His eyes are closed. He tells himself to open up his muscle for Marc’s dick then there he felt it. Marc’s hard dick no long felt painful. It was a blissful feeling that I wanted it more. “Ooohh ohhh ohhhhhhhh” Henrique moaned. His eyes under his eyelids were rolled back bc it felt so good. He grabs onto daddy waist and sucking daddy’s hard dick. He wants daddy’s cum all in his throat. He felt Marc tensing up, then waves of Marc’s warm cum splash onto his inner rectum wall. Marc stopped moving and sat on his heels but Henrique now wants to get fucked more. Those doses of chem piss may finally be hitting him in full effect. He was breathing heavily and continued to fuck himself even though Marc wasn’t moving anymore. Marc pulls out his dick then daddy told Henrique to get on his back and show him his hole. Henrique hands holding his feet and exposed his hole to daddy. “Push that cum out baby” daddy said. A few seconds later, some white cum came out of Henrique’s ass. Without hesitation, daddy wrapped his lids around Henrique’s hole and sucked up all of that cum and thoroughly rimmed his hole then penetrated his hole with his tongue. Henrique made a rare high-pitched moan. That was a sound that he doesn’t normally make. Daddy spit the cum out of his mouth onto his dick and smear it all over his dick then he pressed his dick on Henrique’s hole. Much different than earlier, this time his hole sucked daddy’s dick in. “Oh yeah…just like that baby. Take my dick in” as daddy slid his dick in. Henrique’s dick got harder and harder. Marc had his phone in his hand, filming daddy’s cock moving in and out of Henrique’s hole. He straddle over Henrique’s face and continues filming. Henrique reaches up and grab Marc by his hip and pull him down and started munching on that hole he normally own and fuck. He got it all nice and wet. daddy said “Come ride his dick Marc” “Yes sir” Marc put down the phone and sat on that dick that he knows so well. He sat down on Henrique’s dick and unclipped Henrique’s nipple clamps and lean forward to make out with him as Henrique fucking him while getting fucked by daddy’s huge dick. A few minutes later Henrique started moaning loudly because daddy started taking fast but deep thrusts, pulling his dick always fully out of his hole then thrusting all the day in then repeating. That sensation drove Henrique to cum in Marc’s ass but he didn’t mean to. Then daddy grunted loudly and shot a huge load in Henrique’s hole. It was so much cum that for a second Henrique thought daddy was pissing in his hole, but it all cum. Creamy thick white cum. Lots of it. Daddy then laid down on the floor with Henrique and Marc on each side of him. Marc moved to clean up daddy’s dick while Henrique nibbled on daddy’s left nipple. “Daddy. Are you going to Jay and Aaron’s party tomorrow?” Henrique asked “Yes. I plan on it.” Henry said. “How do you think Ben will react?” Marc asked “I don’t know but if you guys have trained him the way I instructed, then he will want to worship this dick that created him. He looked so good in the videos you guys film while I was away. I own his hole. Tomorrow I have the right to do what I want with it. I didn’t expect you two to recruit him. I thought he was straight” Henry said “We didn’t recruit him. It was Keith” Marc said. “Well….each of you gets to drop a load in him. I am going to rip his ass apart with this dick that made him. It'll be our initiation to bring him into our empire. All of us will be so rich and all we need to do is get high and fuck all day long.” Henry said

Had the house to myself last Monday night. I had been watching porn and sniffing from my brown bottle all afternoon while 'working from home', not to mention chatting with a bbc top on BBRT, so by the time I shut off my laptop I was ready for some loads. Unfortunately my BBRT top went quiet, saying he had to run some errands, so I decided to post on the apps and see what other trouble I could find. The first response I got on Grindr was from a 22-year old who recognized my pics. He informed me early in the conversation that he bred me at my last few gang bangs in late 2022 and early 2023. His dick pic sealed the deal and I invited him over. While I was waiting for him to arrive, my friend from two Mondays before (I call him the hole stretcher - see And Now My Hole Is Really Sore) messaged to say he was free and wanted another turn in my guts. I told him that I was waiting for someone who wanted to be alone with me, and his response was, "That's cool, I'll park at the plaza down the street and wait. Let me know when he leaves." Hot damn! I got a message from the 22 year old saying he was a few minutes away, so I unlocked the door, undressed and lubed my hole, then laid down on my stomach on the floor as he had requested. I took a big hit from my brown bottle as the door opened. I heard him kick off his shoes, then the rustle of fabric as he undressed. I felt his hands on my ankles as he pushed my legs together, then knelt down and straddled me. He leaned forward and supported himself with his left hand as his right guided his cock to my hole. Feeling my pucker open for the tip, he pushed forward gently before placing his right hand on the floor to stabilize himself. I could feel his warm belly brush against the small of my back as he shifted his weight forward and his cock slid balls-deep. He let out a sigh, loud enough that I could hear it over my own moan of pleasure as he filled me up, and then began to move his hips rhythmically. With each thrust he almost fully withdrew his cock before gently sliding it back inside me, savoring my velvet grip. After a few minutes of this he picked up the pace, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I started to encourage him, begging for his load in my hole, telling him that I wanted him to breed me like a slut. And in no time at all, that's exactly what he did. His cock jumped and pulsed as he pumped his load deep. At last, spent, he stood up. Being the good slut that I am, I spun around quickly and took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my mouth so I could savor the mixture of my ass and his cum. As I did so, I felt some of his kids slip out of me and down the back of my thigh. As he dressed, I grabbed my phone to message the hole stretcher who was waiting down the street, only to find a message from the BBRT bbc top asking for my address. I told hole stretcher to come over and then sent it to him while I waited, asking him to give me a half hour. "No problem," came his reply. Not five minutes after the first guy left, the door opened and in walked the hole stretcher. I was waiting on all fours, my freshly-fucked hole greeting him as he entered. In no time the tip of his cock parted my sphincter, followed by that thick knot just below it. I inhaled deeply from my brown bottle and forced myself to relax, and was excited to find that those actions, coupled with the previous stretching and a liberal coating of cum on my insides, let him slide right in. He met resistance at my second hole, stopped and waited patiently until, like magic, I felt it open and welcome him in. He let out a moan at the same time I did. It felt amazing, and I was so turned on that I soon found myself pushing backward to meet each thrust, impaling myself as deeply as I could. It was something I've never been able to do with him before! He grabbed my hips and pushed balls-deep over and over until, with a gasp, he added his load to the mess inside me. I was even more eager to clean off his cock with my mouth, and the combination of two loads and my hole did not disappoint! I thought I might have tasted a hint of blood, too, but shrugged it off. After all, what's a cum dump good for besides taking every load he's offered? The hole stretcher dressed and left, and I went back to my phone. The guy from BBRT was getting close, and as I eagerly waited I clenched my sphincter muscles to keep the remaining cum inside. After less than ten minutes, which felt like forever, he came through the door and stepped right around to stand in front of me. He was wearing grey sweats and as I looked up, he had already lowered them to expose his cock. I instinctively knew what he wanted and got up on my knees - careful to keep the back door locked to prevent the kids from escaping - and sucked him until he was hard as a rock. This was the only cock of the evening that I had seen, and it was a solid seven girthy inches. I slid that cock deep down my throat, gagging and coughing up thick strands of saliva that would ease his entry when I was time to bend over. And the time to bend over came quickly. He muttered the words, "I don't want to bust yet," and took his cock out of my mouth. I spun around and presented my ass to him, and I heard him get down on his knees behind me. His knees pushed my legs apart as he moved in closer. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, and then he was sliding in. He didn't stop, just slid all the way to the hilt without stopping. He pushed me forward, forcing me onto the floor on my stomach, and began hammering. That big, thick cock pounded me over and over again as his breath tickled the back of my neck. One last hit from the brown bottle, and I was in heaven. He must have lasted nearly fifteen minutes, and when I finally heard him gasp and his cock begin to dance inside my hole, I was actually disappointed that it was over. As with the others, I dutifully cleaned him off with my mouth and sent him on his way. I spent the rest of the evening sitting in the wet spot of cum that kept leaking out of my hole and into my underwear, Sadly, the stars had aligned just for that night, and for the rest of the week I struggled to find anyone who was interested in hooking up. I have the house to myself again this weekend, though, and I fully intend on taking advantage - by taking as many loads as I can.

Visting London for the night, arrived and got loaded within 30 mins of checking into hotel. Headed out to dinner and when I was heading back to the hotel, the guys load decided to ooze its way out of me. I'm now walking back to the hotel with a wet arse and cum load in my underwear.

Chapter 10 Uncle and I sat in silence for several minutes. We both were laying down on the round bed in the middle of the room and looking at the mirror on the ceiling but not at each other. I didn't take the slam but I'm still high from when Darryl was here. Uncle Jerry has to be high af still. I sat up because I could feel my dick getting hard and I wasn't sure if now was a good time for that. Uncle Jerry broke the silence and said “I'm sorry you had to see that and be a part of the act” he said “Are you OK?” I asked “oh yeah.. I'm fine. I’m sure you want to ask Zachariah. I promise that I’ll answer, but can we wait until tomorrow or another day? You saw what Zachariah pushed in me. I can't quite focus right now,” he said “that's fine. Can you help me with this” I tied up my arm and handed him a syringe “where did you get that” Uncle asked “Zach had it, but he sat it down for some reason. If you help me find my vein, then you wouldn't have to be the only one who is super high. You wouldn't have to feel like you have to hold back the rest of the night.” I said “Are you sure?” Uncle Jerry asked I gave him a nod. He got up and started touching my arm and quickly located a spot; then I asked. “Can I ask you something? It’s not about Zachariah did you like it? I mean, did it feel good? Because you cum a lot hands-free.” “yeah, I do. I don't mind fisting, and I don't mind playing a sub, but I don't like that bastard no matter what. One of these days, he'll have to pay for it,” Uncle Jerry said. “why do you ask?” “I thought it was hot. I was really turned on…… ” I felt that rush coming through before I could finish my sentence. “holy fuck” I said then I began coughing. I lean back on the bed and look at my eyes opening wide. I have yet to cum tonight, so the only thing on my mind was to cum. It's as if Uncle Jerry heard my thoughts. He positioned a fuck machine right at my hole and slid the mushroom head in me. “keep it in there,” he said. He then straddled over me and sat on my stomach. Uncle Jerry leaned forward and started making out with me. His tongue was battling mine, and then he put his right hand on my neck & pushed himself up while choking me, and said, “ You ready to ramp it up?” Uncle Jerry asked. Before I could answer, he pressed the remote in his hand a few times and then threw it down next to me. He hooked his arms around my legs and pulled them apart, surrendering my hole to that fuck machine. I could feel the fucking machine thrusting in me. “Ohhhh ohhhh uhh ohhh” I moaned. Uncle Jerry then backed up and put my cock in his gaping hole. It swallowed my cock without no resistance. It is so warm, wet, and still tight. Uncle Jerry let out an “ohhhhh fuck” as he moved up and down my cock. He was fucking himself just as hard as I was getting fuck by the fuck machine. My mind could not decide whether to focus on how my dick feels or my ass. All I know is that I wouldn’t last too much longer like this. “Do you like my cock in your cunt, Uncle Jerry? Look at your pre-jizz all over your dick. My dick is yours to ride anytime” I rubbed my finger around his round dick head then began to stroke his cock. “You think you are in control, huh, Benny” Uncle Jerry tightened his cunt muscle around my cock’s head each time then dropped straight down until he hit my balls. Occasionally he held the tension and moved my dick around in his ass. I would have never guessed his hole had just been fisting if I didn’t witness it myself. “Ohhhh my god. Uncle Jerry. Be rough to me like Zach did. I wanna know what it was like” I said Uncle Jerry had a smirk on his face. He put one hand on my neck, choking me, and another was pinching my left nipple hard and twisting it. I wanted to moan but couldn't make a sound because he was choking me hard. I could feel my face getting red until he finally let go. I gasped hard, trying to breathe. When I finally looked at him, he slapped me across my face and said, “You like that slut. You've always wanted to fuck me, don't you? Now you want to be my chem whore, isn't that right” “Yes, sir. I am all yours. He dumped some poppers on a rag and covered my nose and mouth with it.” take a deep breath,” he said. I followed his instructions and fell into a trance. I could see him talking to me and slapping me again on the other side, but I could not hear him. Or could not comprehend his words rather. All I know is the rhythmic thrusting in my ass and Uncle Jerry’s tight squeeze up and down my cock. He continued to ride me and occasionally twirled around, pulled away the rag, then put his hand into my mouth to pull it open then he spit in my mouth. I literally was seeing stars when I screamed out loud “Sir…..sir….I’m gonna….ahh AHHHH AHHHUHHG”. I unloaded all in his hole wave after wave for a solid 30 seconds. Before I could regain my mind, Uncle Jerry got off my cock and removed the fuck machine from my hole. He did it so quickly that it “popped” when he pulled it out. “I got one more gift for you Benny boy. This is going to be the strongest chem piss you’ve ever felt.” He shoved his dick in my ass, and I felt my hole getting filled up by a warm stream of liquid. When it started to leak out, he pulled out his still-pissing dick, pushed my legs up, and told me to hold it and open my mouth wide. He stood over me and gave me the rest of his chem piss. I, indeed, was a thirsty whore, trying to catch every drop of his blessing. He was not joking. The warm stream in my ass is starting to burn. It’s nothing like a normal boof that I only feel the burning sensation in a specific area. I feel it burn all over, deep and shallow. My eyes got wider and wider, looking at him with my mouth open because I could not believe what I was feeling. He spits in my mouth again and then straddles over my face and says, “suck your cum out of my hole, Ben”. I started eating it like it's the most delicious thing ever. I sealed my lips against it tightly and sucked hard to get every drop of my own cum out of his hole. “Hehe. That’s right. Just like that nephew” He got up and gave me a passionate kiss, covering his tongue with my cum in my mouth then he threw himself down next to me and almost instantly passed out. I tried my best to hold my uncle's piss in me for a while longer. It felt amazing. I wanted to absorb every bit of the nutrient he gave me. I eventually let it out while I was taking a shower. When I got out of the shower, I got on my knees and put Uncle Jerry’s limb dick in my mouth, and started blowing him but I quickly realized he was in deep sleep. There's no way I could wake him. Fuck. Now I'm even higher than I was before. There was only one way to cure what I was feeling. I texted Henrique, Keith, and Marc, hoping one of them would respond and fill the hole, but they never did. I got to take care of this burning sensation in my hole then I remembered there was a local kink bar just down the street. I’ve always been too timid to go, but tonight I don’t give a fuck. Someone there ought to give me a good fuck. I ran upstairs, grabbed one of Uncle Jerry’s red jockstraps, and put on a cockring. I threw on a simple T-shirt and shorts, and then out the door I went. When I got to the bar, I was asked to show my ID. I handed it to him and completely forgot that I might not be allowed in. I was already taking steps forward when he handed my ID back to me, but the doorman put his hand on my chest and pushed me back, and said “Sorry, bud. 21 and up” “come on, please. I'm not even here for drinks,” which I really wasn't “yeah? What are you hoping to find in there?” I looked around. There was no one else waiting in line. The bouncer was a muscle bear who was probably in his 30s. About 6'4 or 6'5. Very masculine. He could probably pick me up easily. The bulge under his jeans is extremely distracting. “well……” all I can think about is to fuck or get fucked. Seeing that no one else was in line so I took a step forward and started rubbing on the obvious outline of his dick that looked like a giant snake under his jeans. He grabbed my head and stuck his tongue in my mouth and gave me a good kiss. Then he said “Go on, bud, but go to the bathroom around 145am” I set an alarm clock and showed it to him. He smiled and let me in. The music is loud, and the bar’s lighting is dimmed. There is a group of people at the far corner. There are only red ambient lights around the base of the wall but some were obviously on their knees. I never thought people would or could just fuck in a bar. That was so hot that I started walking in that direction. That corner was far darker than I expected. It’s packed full of people, so once I got there, I tried to make my way in bc my dick and my hole both needed some attention urgently. As I moved through people, I could feel hands grabbing my crotch, fingers pinching my nipples, or rubbing my chest, but I had no idea whose hands they were. I stepped back toward the wall for a bit and let my eyes adjust to the lighting. I had my hands behind me as I moved back in case I bumped into anyone. Unexpectedly I felt a hard dick touching my hand. It was probably about 7.5 or 8. Girthy and had a big pair of balls. I started stroking it without turning around, and then I felt an arm go from under my armpit across my chest and pull me back. I felt someone nibbling on my ear. Whoever he was had a clean face because I didn’t feel any facial hair on his face. His precum was leaking out like a fountain. His hand grabbed me by my head and turned it sideways, then he started kissing my neck. His other hand had gone under my shirt and was pinching my left nipple, sometimes gently flicking it, sometimes rubbing just the tip of my nipples, and occasionally a hard pinch. I started moaning out loud, but I doubt anyone could hear me at this loud bar. He pulled down my shorts and started sliding his dick up and down my butt crack while holding me still with his hands. My eyes have adjusted to the light because I can see everything much more clearly now. As I looked around the bar, I locked eyes with the person right in front of me, my high school football head coach, Coach Green. Here I am. With my shorts on the floor and my cock sticking out, rock hard right in front of him and whoever it was behind me started pushing his dick into my cunt. As I was still deciding how I should respond to coach, he got down on his knees with his hands wrapped around my base and sucking my dick. Oh my god. I don't know what he does that set him apart from blow jobs I've gotten so far, but who knew coach can suck a dick this good. While a stranger's thick dick is thursting through my chem piss hole and pounding on my prostate. This is exactly what I've been wanting. Coach got me so close to cumming, but he stopped right before, stood up, and drop his jeans, and signaled me to blow him. I wonder if he knew how long I've been wanting to do this. I wonder if he knew that he just fucked my ass last week at Jay and Aaron's. Coach Green gave me a nod, so I leaned forward and licked his head at first, then I wrapped my lips around his head. His dick was so hard, and I could taste his sweet pre cum. I've wanted to do this to coach for so long and never thought this day would come true. Coach grabbed my head and started fucking my face. I could feel his balls hitting my chin. The guy behind me also started pounding faster and harder. I could feel him grabbing me tighter, and his legs tensed up. Then he seeded my hole while Coach Green was face fucking the shit out of my face, making me deep-throat his hard dick over and over again. Then I felt his dick swell up then unleashed his sweat man juice in my mouth. Coach lifted me up by my chin and passionately made out with me and shared the taste of his cum with me in my mouth. As I was pulling up my shorts, I felt my watch buzzing Coach gave me a smile and started walking toward the exit. I have no idea who fucked me bc there was no one behind me now. I have no idea when it happened, but looking around now, I see half of the people are gone. Almost everyone who is still at this bar has their shirt off. When I came in, I didn't even notice that the bartenders only had jockstraps on. Their bubble butt sure looked nice. I made my way into the bathroom. I thought half of the people had left the bar, but it turned out the bathroom was packed and full of people. There was no individual urinal. Just three communal ones along the wall, forming a U-shape. Not a single person was actually peeing here. Everyone was facing each other, stroking their dick. Some were on their knees, sucking. I was definitely the youngest dude in the room. I scanned the room twice and found the bouncer standing across from me. He waved me over, took a small step to the left, and gave me some space to his right. He had his shirt tucked behind him on his belt. He had the word “Obey” tattooed across his chest. I stood next to him and faced the same way since that seemed to be what everyone was doing. He started sliding his hand up and down my body and slowly lifted up my shirt. There was another guy with salt and pepper hair but an athletic build with a charming smile pull out my cock right away and started stroking while his hands continued to explore my body and were sliding on my hole, teasing me. His other arm starts lifting my right leg up so my hole is more accessible. Meanwhile, the bouncer was aggressively nibbling on my left nipple. A Latino daddy had filled his spot to my left and was rubbing his hand on my butt and lifting my left leg up just like the other dude. Next thing I know. I'm being lifted up and completely rely on the two guys next to me to support me. They both stood closer behind me so I could wrap my arms around them and lean on their body. The two of them each had one arm holding my leg and the other arm supporting me. They both leaned in to suck and bit on my nipples. At the same time, the bouncer started stroking my dick and was pulling on my balls. He demanded that I make constant eye contact with him because he loved seeing the slutty hungry looks he said. Additionally, I felt a wet tongue contacting and exploring my hole while someone new got behind me and was putting poppers in front of my nose. I must look like a real whore, completely being controlled by men around me, and there was not a thing I could do to stop any of them. It didn't take me long to realize that the bouncer was edging me. He was stroked fast and firmly, then slowed down right when I was about to cum. My face must give away the signal he needed to predict when I get close bc not only did he know to stop just before I reached orgasm. He also knew a few times when he needed to slap my balls, using temporary pain to keep my dick from exploding. My nipples are still being pinched and pulled. I now felt something being inserted in my hole, but I was not even sure because I didn't know where to direct my attention, it was followed by at least three fingers thrusting in and out of my hole. My legs were not quite a split but as far apart as they could be to a split. “aahh uhhh ohhhh” I was moaning uncontrollably. I have no idea what kind of faces I was making. Everything felt so amazing I could even think. I love that I had everyone's attention. This is exactly what I needed to satisfy my thirst. The bouncer stood up and revealed his 9-inch thick snake in his jeans. As if they rehearsed this before, the two guys that lifted me up started to lift my legs up more, exposing my hole to him. “look at that. A young slut's cunt”. I'm being lowered to the perfect height with my legs open to be fucked by the bouncer while my nipples are being pinched. Somehow there were two different kinds of poppers being held in front of my nostrils. The person who was eating my hole now reached his hand around to stroke my cock. I looked around; it seemed like the whole room had their attention on me. I felt the bouncer pressing his cock on my hole and looked right at me with a smile. My hole opened up for his dick on contact. I could feel it penetrating through my sphincter. I couldn't help but throw my head back, open my mouth, and let out a loud moan because it felt so good. I didn't get to do that for long before the two bottles of poppers were replaced by a popper-soaked jockstrap forcefully covering my mouth and nose. I felt the lights around me closing in with darkness, and the only thing I felt was the ecstasy feeling coming from my hole. I closed my eyes and fell into a trance for I don't know how long, but it was so amazing. Then the two guys from behind me pushed me up toward the bouncer and moved my arm to wrap around his neck. We started making out while he continued to thrust his dick into me. The two guys are still on each side, holding my legs apart. Then I felt another dick pressing up against my hole from behind me. I can't see who it was, but the dick was thick. I'm being lowered to take that dick in with my hole. Then there it went. My hole opened up even wider to accept the second dick. The guy from behind me now presses up against my back. One hand playing with my nipple and the other stroking my cock. “oooooh my god… I don't think I can,” I said as I was being lowered and pressed down to take both dicks as deep as I can. My second sphincter resisted and refused to let the second dick in. I felt like I was going to explode from the inside out. It felt so tight, so full. Someone put the popper jockstrap in front of me again. I instinctively bit on it with my mouth this time and the poppers on it was so strong I started blacking out again. After 1 minute or so, my muscles gave out. Not only the 2nd dick is through. In less than a second, it felt like 1-2 more inches of the second dick went inside me all at once. Both tops and I let out a long “aaaahhhhh”. I have never felt this great before. I'm being lifted up and down at a much faster pace now. The sensation from inside of my ass sends shockwaves across my body every time I drop down on them. “I’m about……..” before I could even finish my sentence, my dick shot out a load unexpectedly onto the bouncer's face. It was an orgasm for my dick and my ass. I felt it. He laughed and then said, “nice boy. Lick them clean while we seed you” He leaned his face forward, and I started licking my cum off his face. Then all of a sudden, he pressed his lips tightly against mine and groaned. The guy behind me pressed up tightly against my back then together, their cum erupted from their dicks. This was just what I needed. It feels so good to be filled with cum. The guy behind me pulled his dick out, and I was moved to lean back again. The bouncer surprised me and was still pounding my hole with his hard dick. “Your young cunt feels wonderful. My second load isn't far behind. Do you want it?” I was surprised “yes… fuck yes…. Breed me again, sir” Everyone else in the restroom now circled up around me and, one after another, sprayed their cum all over my body, face, and hair. I was soaked in cum until there was just me and the bouncer left. He flipped me around and pounded my ass so hard that the sound of his balls slapping on my butt echoed in the restroom. Then he wrapped his arm around my neck and choked me as he grunted and released his second load in me. I finally could catch my breath after he was done unloading in me. That was amazing. My hole felt empty but satisfied when he pulled his dick out. I'm soaked in cum, but I don't even care. I stuck my tongue out to eat the cum dripping down. Then the bouncer handed me his shirt. “one side is wet, and the other side is dry. Don't worry about getting it dirty. I just live across the street. If you want, you're welcome to come over for a shower. If not, you are welcome to bring that hole back any night, man. As long as I'm working, you can always get in. You're tons of fun” “Thanks, and I think I'll take you up on the shower offer.” We walked across the street. He put me in the hot shower, and the water pulled me back to reality. I started washing the thick layer of cum off me then I heard him said, “You mind if I join you?” “of course,” I said He got in and started rubbing soap all over me. I reached back and was surprised that he was hard again. “hahaha, I'm too tired to fuck another load out, but it sure seems like my dick wants to, doesn't it? I was only thinking about making you cum. Your balls still feel full,” he said as he played with my balls in his big hand. He turned me around and got down, and swallowed my dick while his finger easily penetrated my cum filled hole and massaged my prostate. My orgasm felt so close yet so far. I felt like I was right on the edge of cumming, but I couldn’t find the finish line. My attention was so focused on getting myself to cum. Before I knew it, his knuckles passed through my sphincter. His whole fist was inside of me. The sensation of it immediately sent me over the edge. I moaned in a way that I never knew I could then I cum hard all in his mouth. He swallowed every drop of it clean as if it were his favorite snack. I could not believe his whole fist went in me, and it was fucking amazing. I could see why this was able to make Uncle Jerry blow his load hands-free now. He slowly pulled his hand out, stood up and pulled me in close for a kiss. Then he started to help me clean up my body for real this time. When I was towel drying myself, I noticed a picture of him and Marc in the picture frame. Marc looked much younger in that picture. “who's that?” I pointed at the picture of him and Marc “That's my stepbrother. We used to be close, but then he somehow got involved with the Winston brothers and got into drugs, so we haven't spoken in a few years.” “oh…I'm sorry to hear that,” I said, but what was really on my mind was “oh shit.” I quickly got dressed. On my way out, he handed me his number and introduced himself: “I'm Jason. Be safe. I'll see you around.” “Thanks for the shower and for letting me in the bar” I rushed out of there. I could not believe that I had just gotten fucked by Marc's stepbrother, who I didn't even know Marc had. Thank God he didn’t know who I was and that I was high as fuck when I first arrived. Also, who is the other Winston brother? Why does it seem like my family has made a name for themselves in this town, but somehow I know nothing of it? I have to ask Uncle Jerry about this, but how do I bring this up, I thought to myself. I got in my car and started driving back to Uncle Jerry's with a lot of questions on my mind. At least the urge in my hole was satisfied.

They contacted me on Grindr. The profile said Transmasculine/Transman, 21, caucasian, blonde,154cm, 50kg, top surgery, not yet bottom surgery. They were looking for hookups. Their body was tight and lean with sparse hair in all the right places. The scars and nipples where immaculate the best I'd seen, short of pulling down their pants they easily passed for a cis man. Tattoos filled one sleeve and their lower legs. "Hey daddy, what are you up to tonight?" said the boy. My dick hardened at the thought of ruining this punk as I typed my reply. "Just looking for a warm hole to unload in, what about you?" "That sounds like fun, and the thought has me wet but I can't play without condoms sorry" I was disappointed but also decided to bluff my way into raw dogging this bitch. "That's a shame, happy hunting". Three dots jumped up and down the bottom left corner of the Grindr chat. My conditions where being negotiated and compromised in the little cumdumps head as he wrote his response. "I'm between treatments while I switch insurance provider and I've started getting my periods again so I really can't take raw cock in my front sorry daddy" This wasn't my concern I am top I am in charge I fuck how I want and I blow where I want. "That's a shame, happy hunting" the three dots jumped again as a devil and an angel fought for what would take place that night. "I could let you fuck me up the arse raw?" It was a nice try but not what I wanted. "I can fuck a guy up the arse raw any time I want, you have something unique and special that I want to try" I pretended that I hadn't "tried"/bred pussy before. The reality was I had knocked up trans guys in every state I holidayed in. What became of those pregnancies I don't know but the very act of leaving the little bitches carrying my spawn made me cum gallons. I also hadn't cum for over a week knowing that I would be on the hunt when I was in a new city and harder to track down should regrets/consequences try to follow. Thoughts on continuing?

I discuss it to be honest. I tell them my status and if the other isn't into it and runs, I assume they'd been a shit fuck...but in a weird way I like being refused sometimes. If the other is neg and into fucking a poz guy like myself, that also turns me on as well. I like hooking up with the risk takers as I was once one myself.

Stayed the night at a hotel,being renovated of course, and go to the pool area to go to the hot tub. One older Hispanic guy in the hot tub and no one else in the pool area and I get in the hot tub to loosen up my aching back. The guy starts talking, thick accent, says he is there doing renovations. I notice he has a pride colored towel and tell him nice towel. He says he can't hear well and to slide over next to him so we can chat. I slide next to him and he puts his arms up and on the edge of the tub and starts chatting. Soon I feel his leg brush mine a few times. My hands are in the water and I bump his thigh with my hand. The 3rd time I do this he pushes his hips up. So we are chatting away and I touch his cock through his trunks, his hand go in the water and come back out back to rest on the edge. He had pulled his trunks down and I start stroking his thick meat. He tells me he wants to feed me and pulls up his short and we go into a service closet off the pool he has keys for. We go in and he drops his trunks and say suck for your dinner. A minute later he say eat my nut and groans and floods my mouth with cum. He plops down on this folding metal chair and tells me to sit. I sit on his cock and say wait. He reaches around and jerks me and I blow my load pretty quick. He say now fuck. I don't usually cum and getting fucked after is tough and he knew it. That big cock churned my guts for probably 20 minutes before he unloaded in me. I hobbled back up to my room and put a butt plug in and pillow under my hips and crashed.

Watching Guys Fuck In The Theater I went to the theater again. Unfortunately today it didn't look very busy but I had some time so I stopped anyway. After chatting up the busty blonde lady who works the counter a lot I paid for theater entry and walked back, listening to the sound of the video as I went down the long hallway. When I got there and my eyes adjusted I noticed there was only one guy, sitting on one of the back couches. He looked really tweaked out and he was taking hits off a glass pipe. I sat down on the couch next to his and pulled off my shoes and pants and started watching the movie. Nothing too exciting, straight porn, but at least it was an anal video and the guys had nice big dicks. As I was stroking the door opened and another guy came in, he was a gaunt, muscular guy with buzz cut hair and just a hint of a belly. He walked right over and sat down next to the guy who was still hitting his pipe. Obviously they knew each other because they started talking and soon the pipe was replaced in the guys mouth by the big fat dick of the other guy. Once the dick was fully hard he turned the guy around on the couch and pulled a bottle of lube and opened a new bottle of popper from his pocket and a took a few big sniffs and then lubed up his dick and slid one, then two fingers into the guy who's ass was raised. He sank his dick in easily, despite it's large size until his belly was on the guys back then he started to saw in and out. He would stop every now and then to take another hit of poppers and the guy being fucked got his lighter and pipe and was taking hits as he was getting pounded. I just watched, jealous of the dicking that the bottom guy was getting. Feeling emboldened by their display I also turned around on the couch with my ass raised, hoping that the top might want to try my hole out. I wasn't sure they had even noticed I was watching, but it wasn't long before the top pulled out and came over and started feeling up my ass. He applied more lube to his fingers and then slid two into my hole. Finding it already lubed and stretched before I got here, he must have been pleased because I felt him swing a knee over me to one side the couch and then the other knee to the other side, lining his dick up with my crack. He slid into me and started pumping with the same vigor he had been giving the other bottom. Shortly after that the other bottom got up and walked out. I figured he was done for the day, maybe he ran out of crystals for his pipe. The top was really pounding me good, causing me to moan out in time with his grunting. Then the other bottom came back in, with several other guys, he must have gone up to the arcade and brought them back. My little cock was tingling with excitement and I could feel my little balls start to pull up. Without me even touching myself I felt cum start to dribble from my not even fully hard dicklette. My ass was clenching and spasming, and it set off the top. He groaned out "Take my hot load you dirty slut!" as I felt his dick throb and jets of his cum being pumped deep inside. He paused for only a few seconds, then slapped my ass and told me "I hope you enjoy that gift!". The other guys that were lined up then took their turns, each one of them seeding me as they told me things like "Take my charged seed you faggot!" "Yessss, yessss" was about all I could get out between my moans. The first guy that fucked me went around behind the couch and presented me with his dick to clean. I noticed he had a biohazard tattoo on his belly. After I returned him to hardness he went back around behing me, all the other men having taken their turn and this time he slowly fucked me, telling me in my ear how he was going to knock up my ass and how I needed to keep coming back to get more charged loads. I chatted the lady up again on my way out. She gave me the usual smile and told me I looked like I had a good time. She said she wished she could have come back to watch but they were short staffed and she would have to catch the show next time. I knew that wouldn't be long from now.

Some of my favorite fucks have been with overweight and mediocre looking guys. Real pigs rarely look like models and pretty boys have big egos. Same goes with older guys. Plus they are more grateful and satisfied

You have a huge dick, which, as you say, "makes [you] a top by default". Men are pigs... stupid pigs. Practical advice? Work on your versatility. Move to a big city.

Sat night around 11pm bred a burly gorilla hairy dude 50 something he was the clerk at big daddys liquors so I guess I bred "big daddy" did it on the desk in the small managers office

Now there's a top that gives good directions!

This year especially, I am becoming a real fucking pig. I have now become a no load refused cumdump. ANY man can breed me. Any age, any looks, any body type,any nationality, any size cock, tiny to huge. I am officially a cumdump whore for any man.

Sooo many dreams... some of them a bit rough... I fantasize a lot about being forced, kidnapped, sold, owned, whored out, bred thoroughly... I'm gonna have to come back to this topic with something more specific.

i always smile when this happens as nothing makes me feel more like a shameless slut 😜

Me too! I was so worried I wouldn't be able to find anyone to shove a fire hydrant up my ass this evening.....😀

I have not been asked about my status for ages. Most tops fuck me raw. I don't ask them whether they're poz, on meds, take PreP etc. Life has moved on and if you're poz like me you're usually on meds and getting regular check ups for all kinds of STIs. Ironically, fucking a poz guy is probably the best way of avoiding catching something because they take care and monitor their sexual health.

I had to make a paper towel diaper when writing this, because I was generating so much pre-cum. Enjoy! ------------------------------------ The 15-minute walk back home replenished my poppers-lungs with fresh oxygen and the cool spring air made everything so clear. I could feel a familiar wetness between my ass cheeks, and it made my cock tingle. When I entered our home, I looked through the bedroom door and found my husband naked in bed, playing games on his phone. He was so fucking cute. Even though we’ve been together for ages, I was still as much in love with him as I was when we first met. My husband Vincent, or Vince, was a short slim guy, making him look like a twink even though he was in his early forties. Only his well-trimmed beard would give a hint as to what the real age of this blonde beauty was. He was clearly popular among the dark Spanish guys, looking like a miniature Viking. My little pocket Viking, as I used to call him. He smiled at me and asked: - “Did you have fun, babe?” - “I sure did…”, I answered as I took off all my clothes. I jumped on the bed next to him, kissed him and crawled as close as possible to his warm body. The feeling of his naked skin against mine is the best feeling in the world. All troubles, aches and pains just melt away as I caress every part of his smooth skin. He kissed me back and as I caressed his hairless ass, he grabbed my hand and pushed my index finger into his hole. It was wet. He’d been fucked while I was gone. My cock immediately became rock hard again. I’ve never been able to resist his freshly fucked, cum filled hole. - “Seems like you’ve had some fun too?” - “Yes, when you left, I kept thinking of you getting fucked and I got horny and wanted some action for myself, so I started Scruff and was hit up by this bear couple who lives just two blocks away.” - “So, you’ve got two loads in there?”, I said, getting even hornier. - “Uhm… More like five…”, he said and blushed. “We talked about how much I love cum, so they brough two condoms from some safe-sex-couple of tops they had met earlier today. They used it as lube when they fucked me. And one of the guys came twice, so that would make it five.” - “Holy fuck… You slut. You sexy fucking slut!”, I responded and started to leak pre-cum while I kept fingering his sloppy hole. - “What about you?”, he said, quickly pushing me onto my back while moving between my legs, lifting my right leg onto his shoulder, and inserting two fingers in my sore hole. “How many loads did you get?” I let out a yelp and rolled my eyes as I was very sore from the treatment I’d received at the sauna. Do I tell him the truth? How much of a cumdump slut is TOO much for him to handle? On the other hand, I’ve never heard of him taking five loads in one session before, and ten is only twice as much, which is a quite common factor between us. - “Ten, I think…”, I wheezed between clenched teeth. - “Wow, yeah, I can feel how wet and used you are. And I seem to notice you’re in some pain?”, he said and snickered. “Someone extra big got to you?”. - “You could say that. Like a fucking fist…” - “Wow…” My husband was hard as a fucking rock. While fingering me with his left hand he jerked his 17 cm cock with the right. I could tell he wanted to fuck me. His fingering was caressing the damage that had been done to me, massaging the cum into the mucus membranes. The pains were slowly diminishing, making it very pleasurable. He noticed and directed the head of his cock at my hole, eager to push in, but I stopped him with a hand on his stomach. - “I… It might not be a good idea right now…”, I fumbled with the words, not wanting to tell him, but also not wanting to put him at risk by letting him stick his neg cock in my hole that was filled with poz cum. - “Why? You don’t seem to be in pain anymore. Please, I didn’t cum when they fucked me, I need to cum!”, he said, spat on his cock and rubbed it over the head and onto the shaft. - “It could be risky. There could be poz cum in there and we haven’t been good with the PrEP lately, I don’t want you to catch anything.” - “We’re both cumdumps, there’s always a risk. The cum in my ass could also be poz.”, he said and pushed his cock hard against my hole. - “Yeah, but…”, I couldn’t get out of this. “The cum in my ass IS poz!”, I said looking seriously straight into his eyes. - “Just like the cum in MY ass.”, he said and leaned forward over me, kissed me deeply and simultaneously plunged his cock deep into me. I couldn’t speak for several reasons; the shock, the pleasure, the pain, the deep kissing, the overwhelming sense of us being absolutely perfect for each other. We were the same. The same twisted, perverted sluts. The same cock-hungry cumdumps. He kept fucking my ass with his cock, and my mouth with his tongue. I kept grabbing his body trying to push him deeper into me, squeezing his cock with my ass. He stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes. - “I can’t believe how good this feels. Your ass is so wet and hot. I can feel all that poz cum caressing my cock inside you. But I’m too close to cumming.” He looked down, took his cock out and with his right hand he scooped up a big dollop of poz cum from my ass. It was tinted pink with my blood. He let my legs down from his shoulders and rubbed the cum all over my cock, then climbed on top and sat down on it. It slid in easily all the way down until I could feel the weight of his body on my pelvis. He threw his head back and grabbed my chest with his hands as he sat there, waiting for his ass to accommodate my rather thick cock. I sat up and embraced him in a warm hug, then grabbed his ass cheeks and lifted him slightly off my cock, only to drop him back down, hard. He yelped and told me to do it again, but harder. I did. And I did again. And again. Harder and harder until I was lifting him up and slamming him down again with all the power I could muster. - “FUCKING DESTROY ME!”, he screamed, driving his nails into the flesh of my back. - “I’m gonna fucking cum baby!”, it was all too much for me to handle. - “Shoot that last fucking neg load into my ass, my love! Mix it with those poz loads in me! I love you so much!” He kissed me again as I started shooting inside him. Probably the biggest load of my life, the orgasm just wouldn’t subside, and I forgot to breathe. I was shaking and blacking out, collapsing onto my back on the bed again. A few seconds later I came to and saw my husband sitting there on my cock, looking beautiful and very happy, but still very, very hard and horny. He still hadn’t cum, but I would not leave him that way. No way; I’m a better husband than that. - “Fuck me!”, I demanded. - “I fucking will…”, he said and got of my dick, squeezing it properly so that no cum would leak out of him. He got back in position between my legs, lifted them over his shoulders and shoved his cock all the way in in one quick move. No spit, no pre-cum, no lube, just force, and the poz cum that was slowly leaking out of my battered hole. As I had just cum, I was a bit tighter again, and it hurt. To my surprise he grabbed my throat and started choking me while violently pounding my ass. He had never done that before, but there was a wildness in his eyes that just made the choking make sense. I felt the need for air increasing, the room beginning to spin, but at the same time all the pain was gone and replaced with a feeling of euphoria, and before it became scary, he let out a roar and unloaded in me, then collapsed on top of me. We just laid like that for a long time, catching our breaths, him still inside me, me caressing his back. - “I love you.”, I whispered in his ear. - “You have no fucking idea how much I love you.”, he said back.

The young bear laughed and with a grin on his face he said: - “Is it our turn now?” - “No, I’m sorry, I need a break. I need to go to the bar and replenish my fluids, but maybe later?” - “If you promise that we can both onload in your ass after, we’ll accompany you to the bar and buy you a drink!”, the older bear said, still smiling. The younger bear looked at him and giggled. They were a handsome couple, I would guess the young one was in his early 20’s and the older in his 60’s, both the classic bear type with hairy chests, beards, and shaved heads. The older was just slightly chubby while the younger was more heavy-set. I smiled back at them and replied: - “Ok!” I got back up on my feet, brushed my ass off, took the towel from the hook and left the booth, following the bears towards the bar. - “What can I get you?”, the older one said. - “Gin & Tonic. And a bottle of water, I’m getting dehydrated!”, I replied. - “Three GT’s and a water…”, he ordered at the bar, and flashed the numbered badge on his key to the barman. We sat down in the lounge are and talked. - “I’m Javi.”, said the older bear and extended his hand to greet me. - “And I’m Alejandro.”, said the younger bear, “But everyone just calls me Roo.”. I shook their hands and responded: - “I’m… Uhm…” Not having a Spanish name, I decided to simplify it for them. - “Just call me Jay. Nice to meet you, and thanks for the drinks!” - “No problem. You’ll make it worth it; I hope.”, Javi said. - “So, did he fuck you good, Jay?”, Roo said. - “Oh yes, soooooo fucking good! Damn that was an amazing cock!”. - “Yeah, I know, he fucked me the same way a month ago…”, Roo replied with a serious look on his face. - “Did he cum in you?”, Javi asked. - “Yes, deep inside me, just as I like it.” - “Are you poz?” - “No…?”, I replied, a bit surprised by the direct question. - “On PrEP?” - “No, not at the moment…” Javi and Roo looked at each other. - “Well… You can always get PeP. If you want to. You know, the morning after pill for HIV.”, Roo said. - “I know what PeP is.”, I responded. “I’m guessing you’re saying that I need it?” - “Yes, that guy is toxic as fuck. He may look like a nice guy, but he can be bad news, depending on what you’re after. He converted Roo when he fucked him here a month ago. We got the results a few days ago,” Javi said, looking serious. - “Oh…”, was all I could respond. - “Why aren’t you taking PrEP?”, Roo asked. - “I recently moved to Spain and haven’t sorted it out here yet. But I’ve never been good at protecting myself… Why weren’t you?” - “Uhm…”, Roo said and paused, clearly a bit flustered by me throwing the question back at him. He looked at his boyfriend who looked back at him and nodded. Roo continued: - “I didn’t want to…”, he said and looked me straight in the eyes. - “…because I’m a bug chaser…”. He looked back at Javi, and I could see the love in their eyes as they smiled and exchanged a quick kiss. - “I was already poz when we met, but I’m undetectable so all I could give him was a bad case of Gono.”, Javi said with a giggle and an evil grin at Roo, who smiled back and said: - “And that’s when I fell in love with him.” They kept looking into each other’s eyes and exchanged a long deep kiss. Naturally I’ve heard of bug chasers before, but I never had a chance too meet someone who was talking about it as openly and naturally as these guys. It was clear that they were both very happy and in love. They turned back towards me and looked at me with determination. - “It’s time. You’re going to take our loads now.”, Javi said, matter-of-factly. They downed the last of their drinks, I did the same and took the half empty water bottle with me as I followed them towards the cubicle area. I didn’t even hesitate, even though I knew I was at great risk of catching something with these guys. Maybe I should’ve hesitated, but I figured I had already taken quite a few raw cocks this afternoon, what more damage could they possibly do? They quickly found an empty room with a large bed, pushed me inside and locked the door behind them, then continued to yank off my towel and push me down on my knees. I threw the little bag of lube and poppers on the bed, along with the water bottle, and like a good slave I put my hands behind my back and looked up at my masters like an exited puppy. They opened their towels and for the first time I saw their semi-hard cocks. Roo had an average dick, average thickness, and an average length of about 17 cm. Javi on the other hand had an above average length of about 19 cm, about the same as mine, but it was a lot thicker than the poz guy who just fucked me. It was as thick as my wrist and being a bear; my wrists are quite thick! I quickly put my mouth around Roo’s cock and started sucking, while I was stroking Javi, looking at his cock with amazement and, I’m guessing, a bit of fear. This is going to tear me apart, I thought to myself. Roo got hard quickly, and I tried sucking Javi, but I couldn’t get it into my mouth. I broke my jaw a few years back and after extensive surgery I haven’t been able to open as wide as I used to, but it has never been a problem until now. I had to settle with having just his cock head in my mouth, playing with my tongue over it while jerking him off. When Javi noticed it wasn’t going in as he wanted it to, he pulled out and said: - “Never mind that, lay down on your back on the bed. Don’t worry, Roo will fuck you first.” Clearly, I did as I was told, laid down on my back, ass hanging out over the edge of the bed and hoisted my legs in the air. Roo started rummaging around in the trash bin and he found what he was looking for; a used, cum filled condom. He positioned himself between my legs, held his cock against my hole, emptied the contents of the condom over his cock and my hole, then plunged into me in one quick swoop and started fucking me. Honestly, I’d had so much thick cock already that I could barely feel it, but it was still a raw cock in me, lubed with anonymous cum from a used condom, and that kind of sleaze is what I live for. The look on Roo’s face as he was pounding away was puzzling me. I couldn’t tell if he enjoyed it, disliked it or if he was feeling anything at all, he was just blank. I tried clenching to see if I could get a reaction, but nothing. Pinching his nipples didn’t do anything either. Javi was standing next to us, watching, jerking his massive cock. It was drooling with pre cum, and I reached out to catch a drop that was about to leave and hit the floor. It tasted salty and delicious. Roo was still pounding away with his expressionless face. Javi moved behind Roo, embraced him, kissed his neck, and said: - “Give it to him Roo. Breed him!” - “I already have, twice…”, Roo responded. - “Then move away and let me fucking destroy him!” - “Wait, not yet I’m about to give him a third load!” What? He’d cum twice already? Without ANY of the telltale grunts, moans, clenched eyes, or anything. He kept fucking for another minute, still no expression on his face, then he pulled out and said: - “There… Three toxic loads in his neg ass. NOW it’s your turn my love.” - “Grab your poppers lad, you’re gonna fucking need them!”, Javi said. Roo moved out of the way, sat down on the bed next to me so he had a good view of what was about to happen. He took my water bottle and drank it all as he leaned back to enjoy the show and started fiddling with his softening cock. I started inhaling my poppers like my life depended on them, I knew I was going to need all the chemical help I could get to survive this. Javi moved into position, put my legs up to rest on his shoulders, and with fear I saw that fat monster approaching my freshly bred hole. I took hit after hit of the poppers, hoping it would help. I’ve been fisted a few times, but it had been years since the last time, and I was not prepared for this. His glans was wet with pre cum, he pushed against me and started slipping in. It was stretching me open like never before and my ring was giving a lot of resistance. - “Wait, please…”, I said and grabbed my towel from the bed. I wet a corner of it with the poppers, rolled it up into a ball and shoved it in my mouth. A few deep breaths through the popper-towel, and it hit me like a fucking train. I just looked at Javi and nodded. Javi pushed hard, with no regard whatsoever for the owner of the hole he was penetrating. My hole gave up its resistance, and Javi entered me all the way. The pain was excruciating, but he was stronger than my ring muscle, and he had won. He started fucking me, alternating between quick short thrusts and long slow ones, sometimes even pulling all the way out and forcefully shoving back in. It was clear that his mission was to destroy me. He backed up and inspected my hole. - “Would you look at that…”, he said proudly, turning to Roo. Roo moved off the bed and down to the floor to get a good close look at my hole. Javi went back inside me, then pulled out again, leaving my hole gaping. - “Wow, he really is wide open now! Nice work!”, Roo said and shoved his face in between my ass cheeks, sticking his surprisingly long tongue into my hole. Roo flicked his tongue around a bit, then got up, pulled the poppers-towel from my mouth, and gave me a kiss with his sperm covered tongue. It was an intense taste of cum and ass, and the distinct taste of something slightly metallic: blood. Javi really had destroyed me, but not enough it seemed, as he shoved back in and again started fucking me quick and hard. I was coming down from the poppers rush, and it was really starting to hurt again, but I clenched my teeth and endured for another five minutes until Javi blasted his undetectable load in me and collapsed on top of me. He slipped out, rolled off and I could finally let my legs down again, with much discomfort. I just lay there, looking up into the ceiling, trying to compose myself. - “So, how many loads have you taken today, Jay?”, Roo asked. - “Ten, I think…”, I responded after going through this evening’s events in my head. - “At least four of those were really toxic poz loads.”, Javi commented. - “As we told you, Roo was just diagnosed and when you’re recently converted your viral load is really fucking high…”, he continued. I had no response. I just laid there quietly, my ass aching and my hole absorbing all those loads. Roo and Javi were quiet as they sat on the bed next to me. - “I need to take a piss…”, Roo said and took the empty plastic bottle and started filling it with his warm piss. When he was done, the bottle was full. He screwed the cap back on and tossed it on the bed towards me. It rolled over the bed and stopped as it caressed the side of my chest. I could feel the warmth of the liquid through the plastic, against my skin. - “Are you going to get PeP now and prevent your conversion?”, Roo asked, looking at me. What I did next surprised even myself. I picked up the piss bottle, looked at the pale-yellow liquid, sat up, unscrewed the cap, put the bottle to my lips and looking Roo straight in the eyes I started drinking. I’ve never been a piss pig before, but it felt so right at this moment. After downing half the bottle, I spoke up: - “What do you think? I’m a perverted cum dump, I think it’s finally time for me to fully embrace who I am and let the virus take hold. Not sure what my husband will say though…” I gave him a crooked mischievous smile as I scooped up a wad of gunk from my ass and looked at it. It was opalescent pink and frothy. I was definitely bleeding, and those toxic loads had a free passage into my bloodstream. I licked my fingers clean and moaned as I enjoyed the taste. - “It seems our job here is done, dear.”, Javi said to Roo, and they both laughed and gave each other a high five. - “I’m definitely done for today, there’s no way in hell I can get fucked anymore.”, I responded and laughed with them. Then I downed the last of the piss and said: - “And apparently, I’m a piss pig now. Not sure how that happened, I’ve never drank piss like this before.”, I said, crunched the empty bottle and threw it in the trash. We all went to the showers, got dressed and left together. They handed in their keys at the counter and paid their bill, and I did the same. The guy at the counter smiled at me and handed over a note with my locker number on. It was a phone number, “Text me!”, and a smiley face. I showed it to Roo and Javi. - “Yep, that’s his number alright. I’m pretty sure he wants you to confirm whether he’s managed to convert you or not. I know he’s counting his victims. But you won’t really be able to know if it was him or us…”, Roo said, flashing me a smile. We exited the sauna, exchanged numbers, hugged, and kissed. - “I hope we get to meet your husband too.”, Javi said with a grin. - “You’d kill him with that thing…” I said, looking at his groin…

Hey guys. I decided to write another series. Currently, this series is meant to have 11 parts. One safe sex twink's journey to being a bareback bottom. He's 22 when we begin. It's 1999. He's grown up his whole life hearing nothing but safe sex lectures and only having sex with condoms, even with boyfriends. He has just finished college and started a job. He's 6' tall, 170 lbs, flat stomach (but he thinks he's too fat), runs and works out, blonde, curly floppy hair and blue eyes. He's hot and sexy (but he thinks he's average). Part 1 Matt is at his third bar of the night. This one is a club. Small, only gets started after 2am. Techno and EDM are blasting. Matt is in tight jeans and a shirt that hugs his pecs and shoulders. He's dancing. Drink in hand. Matt is drunk and having fun. Matt loves coming to this bar. He always hooks up here. Guys are drunk and horny. The music is sexy. Matt is usually on his back or doggy getting some guy's condom covered cock stuffed inside him by 5am. He loves coming here. Matt scans the room. His friends are dancing with him. Everyone is looking to hook up. He can feel that sexual energy. It makes Matt dance harder. A space opens on a box just in front of him. It's about 3 feet off the ground. Matt hops on and keeps dancing. Dancing above his friends now. The box is kinda crowded but not terribly. He can definitely move his hips. Looking around the room; Matt sees familiar faces. Guys who have fucked him. Guys he has made out with. Guys he has danced with previously. Guys he just knows from seeing their faces in the bars and clubs. There are a few guys Matt would love to go home with tonight. The red head with the rockin body; or the Latin guy with that sexy accent Matt spoke with in the line waiting to get in the club; or the dark haired, geek chic guy who is sexy as fuck. He's scanning the crowd. Enjoying what he sees. Matt let's loose to dance some more. A few minutes into dancing Matt feels a body next to his on the box. He looks at the guy. It's geek chic. Matt smiles. Geek chic smiles back. They dance together front to front. Geek chic turns Matt around. They grind together for a bit on the box. Matt feels the guy is hot for him. A cock is pressing on his ass. Matt grinds back on the cock. The guy gets harder. Geek's hands are all over Matt. Matt is feeling the guy behind him on his hips and legs. He feels more solid than he looks. Matt turns around and introduces himself. He doesn't catch the guy's name (too loud in the club). Matt says, "Let's get drinks." The two of them hop off the box and make it to one of the bars. The line is ridiculous, as always in the club, so it takes awhile to get drinks. The guys talk. Matt finds out the geek is a grad student, lives close by, and is versatile. The guy convinces Matt to undo his tight jeans so the guy can feel his ass. Matt does it. By the time Matt has ordered drinks, the geek has two fingers in Matt's ass. They kiss at the bar. The geek says, "finish your drink and lets fuck." Matt finishes his drink like a shot. So does the geek. They both say goodnight to their friends and it's off to the geek's place. Less than a 10 minute walk later, Matt is in the geek's apartment. Books everywhere, a decent view, and a mattress and box spring on the floor. The guys are so sweaty. It's August. The geek turns on the air conditioning, but it's a window unit. The geek takes off his shirt. Matt takes off his shirt. They kiss. Geek pushes Matt on the bed and clothes come off - shoes, socks, jeans, underwear. Matt thinks the geek is super sexy. The feeling is mutual. Matt is sucking the geek's cock. The geek is telling Matt he gives great head. The geek pulls Matt off his cock and rolls him onto his back. The geek gets Matt's legs up and is making out with Matt. Their cocks are sword fighting. The geek moves his cock between Matt's ass cheeks. Matt moans as the cock rubs his hole. Matt is going to get fucked soon. Matt looks over, condoms on the bookcase next to them, lube right there, he's comfortable. No worries here. The geek is a safe sex guy just like him. Matt kisses the geek hard. The geek and Matt reposition so the geek can make out with Matt and rub his cock all along Matt's ass crack and hole. Matt moans again. The geek'c cock is about 6.5" and thick. It's going to take a minute to adjust, or so Matt thinks. Matt knows he's tight. Guys tell him that all the time. Matt kisses the geek and the cock is rubbing his hole. They are so sweaty that the geek's sweat is dripping onto Matt. While they are kissing, it happens. The geek's cock slides right into Matt's ass half way. Matt and the geek are both surprised. Matt says, "Fuck that's never happened before." The geek slides in more. Matt grabs the geeks ass. The geek looks at Matt questioningly. Matt says, "keep fucking me." Geek fucks Matt good. Matt is moaning and grunting as his legs are on the geek's shoulders. Geek says, "My cock feels so good in you bareback." Matt says, "Keep fucking my ass." Geek fucks Matt so hard that Matt slides off the mattress onto the floor. Matt's ass is still up on the mattress, but his shoulders and neck are on the floor. He's looking up at the geek. The geek keeps fucking Matt. Matt is jerking his cock. The geek is sliding his cock all the way in and out of Matt's ass. Matt sees that cock has no condom on it every time the geek pulls it out. The geek keeps watching Matt as he is getting fucked. Matt is loving it. Matt is moaning like a slut now. Matt says, "No cock has ever felt this good in my ass." Geek says, "That's because I'm fucking your slut ass bareback." Matt says, "Feels so good." Geek fucks Matt a few minutes longer and cums deep in Matt's ass. Matt's eyes go wide. FUCK! A guy just came inside him bareback. The cums feels so warm. Matt's cock jerks in his hand and sprays cum all over his twink body and face. Matt and the geek get in bed together. They sleep together. Matt and the geek make out and Matt tries to fuck the geek bareback the next morning. The geek won't let him. Says he doesn't usually bareback. Matt says he doesn't either. Matt says the geek was his first bareback fuck. The geek doesn't believe Matt and Matt can see it on his face. The geek and Matt swap head. Matt swallows. The geek does not swallow. Matt goes home in the morning with the geek's cum still in his ass. Matt knows what he did with the geek was slutty and not safe. But Matt knows that he wants to get fucked bareback again. Matt tells himself he will just have to save bareback fucking for his next boyfriend. He swears he'll never fuck bareback again with a hookup.

Part 1 (Chem stuff comes in Part 2) Finally. Away at college for a few months and I could breathe. Growing up in a small town, I was eager to go to school in a big city so I could come out, get some more sexual experience (other than trading blowjobs with my best friend under the bleachers of the football field at school) and finally hook up with the older men I’d been fantasizing about for a long time. I’m Adam, and I’m a short, 5’4” tall, furry 18 year old student at a big college in the midwest. I have a nice uncut dick and a big fat hairy ass. I knew I wanted to be somewhere like Chicago when I applied to schools, so I only applied to colleges in big cities. I was horny 24x7 and knew it would be far easier to satisfy my hunger for cock in a large city. The first few months, I figured out how online cruising worked and had a lot of good luck using Sniffies and Scruff. Luckily I had a bike to ride around and my school was near the L so I could get all over the city quickly. I had a couple of regular hookups, including one older guy named Mike who had taken my ass cherry and taught me how to love my greedy butthole. I was in love with Mike’s 6’ tall, beefy, hairy Dad bod and the thick swirls of chest hair on his pecs. He didn’t have a beard but he was one of those guys who shaved every day and still looked like he needed to shave 5 minutes after he was done. Needless to say, his sandpaper chin felt amazing on my boy pussy and he loved leaving loads in my hole. I loved taking those loads, it was even more fun when they leaked out of my cunt and left a tiny wet spot on the seat of the L train when I got up to exit. One Friday morning, Mike texted me and asked me if I’d be interested in meeting a friend of his who was in town on business and looking for a younger guy to hire for an evening. I’d never thought about selling my ass, which I willingly gave away for free, but he was Mike’s friend so I said sure. Mike sent me a pic of another hot early 40s Daddy who I’d be happy to give my hole to, but Mike said he got off on paying boys for sex. Who was I to say no? He also sent me a pic of the guy’s giant uncut dick. I was immediately in love. It was bigger than any cock I’d ever taken before, immensely thick, and I knew I had to have it inside me. His name was Justin and Mike sent me his phone and room number at a hotel in the Loop. He told me to be there at 5. Yes, sir! This fag boy is never late for a good daddy dicking. After I was done with classes for the day, I went home, showered and cleaned out my hole (thank god I had a single room with its own bathroom!) so I would be squeaky clean for the cock I was dreaming of. It was still warm out, so I put on a skimpy pair of nylon shorts a tank top and a cute jockstrap that Mike had given me, which framed my big furry ass really well. I remembered to put the bottle of poppers Mike gave me in a pocket of my backpack and headed out. I’d been instructed not to wear deodorant or cologne and to be on time. I gave myself a lot of time and walked into the lobby of the hotel at 4:50PM, with my heart pounding. I was incredibly horny, as usual, with the added thrill of going to meet a John who was going to pay me for sex. My cock was hard in my jockstrap and my ass was tingling, knowing it was about to receive the hard fucking it so desperately needed. I caught the eye of one of the bellhops who was a cute guy just a little older than me with thick curly hair and a trim beard. He was on his way up with a cart full of suitcases and held the door of the elevator for me. It was just the two of us and he said “You’re lucky to be wearing so little, this uniform is hot and sweaty when it’s this warm out.” I laughed and agreed and he took the opportunity to start at my ass. It’s a nice big ass if I do say so myself, and he just smiled and said “I get off at 10.” I smiled and said “I’ll just bet you do.” We quickly exchanged phone numbers and then the elevator stopped on Justin’s floor. I reached over and kissed the bellman, and he grabbed my ass cheek, slipping his hand inside the waistband of my jockstrap. “FUCK, kid, that’s a nice ass. Hope I get to sample it.” I pulled away from him, smiled and said “you will. Don’t worry. Always room for one more.” No one I went to high school would’ve guessed that shy little Adam would’ve gone away to college and in three months be shaking his booty at hotel staff on his way to turn a trick for money. The bellman licked his lips and said “I sure hope so.” Then the elevator door closed and he was gone. I quickly found the room, adjusted my dick and ass in my jock and knocked on the door.

Not in the slightest. Once we take the time, put in the intellectual effort to figure out who we are, what we need to do, and then go do it - over and over and over again - we're in a comfortable place - we've found our "place" - even if that's wallowing in a pigpen with our brothers. Our "truth" may not be for others, but it's our truth none-the-less, and no one can fault us for being true to ourselves.

I enjoy BZ, and the idea of meeting , fucking and breeding, but have not connected with anyone so far and i'v e been a member for several years...but I do enjoy the content and sharing videos's.....

Bizarre, I thought I was the only one who loves ugly tops. Guys with any disfigurement are a turn on too.

A top that’s verbal while fucking me bareback is hot but one that’s loud when they cum is even hotter and gets me super horny and wanting and begging for more raw cock and cum loads!!

Yes! I love this! just as it should be!

It wasn’t my last hookup, but I’ll probably remember it for the rest of my life. One of my crushes is professional figure skater Nathan Chen. His perfect skin, jet black hair, tight little body. *drools* Yesterday, I hooked up with his doppelgänger in NYC! I was trying to contain my excitement as I was commuting over. He was pleasantly surprised how quickly I came over after our brief grindr chat. We know how flaky ppl there can be. I entered his gorgeous apt as he exited the shower with a towel around his waist. My first impression was, “OMG. I love a clean-cut man who cares about personal hygiene and has a nice apt filled with books.” He had just gotten back from a work trip and hadn’t cum in a week. We spoke ahead of time so I knew he liked passionate sex, but also to dominate in the bedroom. Our sex started off very tender and intimate. Kisses all over, hands all over each other, running my fingers through his hair and around his petite waist, our hairless smooth Asian bodies writhing against each other. I kissed down his torso, then inner thigh, and eventually went down on him. He moaned with pleasure. I moved up & we kissed some more; thoroughly intertwined with each other. He proceeded to dominate me in the bedroom with his sizable cock. Because he’s about 5 foot 7, he hit angles in my prostate that most can’t. Good thing I had done physical therapy earlier this week cuz he had my legs all over the place lol. Finally, he came inside of me. We proceeded to more kissing, cuddling, and spooning. I joked he passed the first round interview. He responded, “OOO I know I got the job.” Dreamy, talented & confident in the bedroom, and as I later learned, versatile. I told him I’ll be back to fuck his cute little butt soon. He responded, “OOO you better.” I sure will XD btw, here’s a pic of the real Nathan Chen

Anyone can "stand behind" their own comments. What does that actually mean though? In this case it means one anonymous contributor on a discussion forum making claims. It carries the weight and force of "one anonymous contributor on a discussion forum making claims." In debate, the burden of proof typically lies with the person making the claim. "Shifting of the Burden of Proof onus probandi (also known as: burden of proof [general concept], burden of proof fallacy, misplaced burden of proof, shifting the burden of proof) Description: Making a claim that needs justification, then demanding that the opponent justifies the opposite of the claim. The burden of proof is a legal and philosophical concept with differences in each domain. In everyday debate, the burden of proof typically lies with the person making the claim, but it can also lie with the person denying a well-established fact or theory. Like other non-black and white issues, there are instances where this is clearly fallacious, and those which are not as clear." [think before following links] https://www.logicallyfallacious.com/logicalfallacies/Shifting-of-the-Burden-of-Proof If you were making a claim like: "the Pacific Ocean is full of water," that would be a "well established fact" that pretty much no one would have to research to accept, because it truly is a "well established fact." "Most of the gay people i know believe in Republican or conservative values." Coming from a self defined conservative Republican, that's sort of like a church going Christian saying: "most of the Christians I know believe in Jesus." That mostly establishes one's ethnocentricity, not a universal reality.

In Darklands 2024, I got fucked by around one hundred different guys in total during three nights, but many of them used my hole many times. Every dick I took (except a few in an anon-setting) I cleaned off. I also cleaned a lot of other cocks fucking other guys too. It feels so piggy and nasty!!! I now have a throat infection, but I didn't expect else after a weekend of pig action with 4000 guys.

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.

There's no question about it. It's got to be raw.

I think black on/in white looks sexy... so, men of color is a dream...

Chapter 9 I woke up to the sound of my voice. My fuck session with Uncle Jerry is playing on TV. Uncle Jerry has a towel wrapped around him and is still wet. He must have hopped in the shower. That's right. I forgot he is a bit of a clean freak. I can't complain, though. That's probably why he still looks so good at his age. He's so focused on watching us fucking. Even though I'm behind him, I think his hand is reaching into his towel and stroking his head. I wonder if it's leaking pre cum like earlier. The thought of it made my dick rock hard again. He noticed that I was up when he adjusted his sitting position, trying to move toward the back of the sofa bed and bump into my hard dick. “oh…. You are ready again, huh!?” He had the biggest smile on his face, and then he leaned toward me and grabbed the back of my head to give me a passionate tongue kiss. It was short, but his lips lingered for a few seconds before pulling away from me. For a few seconds, I forgot I was making out with my uncle. “Have you always wanted to do that?” I asked “well…. Not always. I don't have a thing for Twinks. I like grown men, so I have always only thought of you as my nephew. Yeah… I may have beaten off a few times when I knew you were watching, but those times had more to do with voyeurism and less to do with you. It wasn't until recent years when your dad showed me pictures of you, that I noticed you've grown into quite a good-looking young man. Even then, I have never thought we'd be getting high and fucking one day.” he explained. “Are you feeling guilty now?” “Not at all. You are grown, and you made your own decision before I put my dick in your ass. How about you, Benny boy?” I looked at my hard dick then I smiled back at him. He smiled and wrapped his lips around my mushroom head and put my dick head in his mouth briefly, then he said. I wanted to ask about his comment last weekend about his brother, but I held my tongue because I didn’t want that question to potentially ruin the vibe. “I'm gonna go pick up some stuff for us just a few blocks away, then grab us something to eat, so I’ll be back in a few. You can go take a shower if you want. You’ll see the towels. You can look in my closet if you want to put on something more comfortable, or you can be naked. Whatever you want to do, I’ll follow along when I get back.” “I'm not hun….” “Ah…don't you say you're not hungry. I'd get high and have fun with you, but you gotta know the side effects and take care of yourself. If you were any other boy, then I could care less what you do, but you are still my nephew,” Uncle said while putting on a black t-shirt and jeans. Without underwear underneath those jeans, I could easily make out the shape of his dick under his jeans. “Help yourself with anything you want. There's another pitcher of iced tea in the back of the fridge that doesn't have G in it. I'll be back before you know it.” Uncle Jerry was already halfway down the stairs before I could say anything. I paused us two fucking on TV and grabbed the bong on the table, took a couple of hits, then walked to Uncle Jerry’s closet to look for something to wear before getting in the shower. I don’t mind being naked but something about getting undressed by other or being told to do so turns me the fuck on. When I looked in his closet, some of his stuff caught my attention. He had a collection of leather gear. Several different styles of harnesses, a leather cutoff hoodie, suspenders. His drawer had a range of jockstraps in all colors and styles. A drawer full of restraints, gags, and masks. He also had different uniforms like fireman, policeman, sailor, and even UPS driver uniforms. Forget about what I’m wearing…..I wanted to see him wear this stuff, was the thought in my head. I picked out a leather vest and a pair of assless chap for him. I laid it out on the sofa and texted him to put it on if I was still in the shower when he returned. He also had just texted me right before asking if I’d mind if his friend joined us later. I responded, “Of course,” and then headed to his shower. Even his bathroom turned me on. He has a jacuzzi tub at the end, big enough for four, but it might be a tight fit. He had two shower heads on opposite sides and an overhead shower head. On one side of the shower was a fold-up bench. You can unfold it and drop the legs, and then it reveals a grab bar on the wall. The shower head on that side also had a host attached to it. He even had a range of shower hose attachments. Different sizes of dildo ones and a couple of buttplugs. As I walked around his room, blowing out cloud after cloud, and looking through his stuff, my imagination had been going wild. When I got out of the shower, I chose to put on a red short-sleeved onesie where the two sides come together with buttons that go down and back up to my lower back. It fits a bit snug, but I didn’t mind. The thought of getting that ripped off was much more existing to me than anything else. Uncle Jerry is back already. I did waste a lot of time before I finally got in the shower. He looks great in the leather chap and vest, standing in the kitchen cutting up 4 lines. I got on my knees to suck his dick but he pulled me up and handed me a sandwich and said "eat first. We have plenty of time for fun. Have you ever done this?” he pointed at the lines. “Snorting them?” I asked as I stuffed the sandwich he was making me eat in my mouth. “No. Hot rails,” He said as he grabbed a unique bong with two rubber hoses attached to it, but the ends of the hoses are each attached to a glass stem. “Yeah. Just a couple of weeks ago, for the first time at Marc’s. We went to high school together, and he’s Jay and Aaron’s neighbor.” “Yeah, I know who Marc is. I custom-built the stuff in those two houses. Speaking of that, why don’t we go down to my basement?” he responded. “You have a basement!?” I asked because I never knew he had a basement. Growing up, his bedroom was off limits and I now know why but I thought I knew his place well, but apparently not. “Yeah. We gotta go through my shop to get to it. He handed me some stuff to carry, then we headed down different stairs that went down to the shop, and walked across the shop to his office. He moved his office chair to reveal a hidden trap door that slides up to reveal the stairs to the basement. The basement had mirrors on all four walls. Same railing system as the Jay and Aaron’s on the ceiling and walls. . A cage at the corner of the room and a round bed in the middle of the room. Ambient lighting lights up the room. Similar TV set up like I saw at Marc’s. “This room is pretty soundproofed, and there’s a bathroom over here.” He pushed open a mirror wall with an opening to reveal a shower room the size of his bedroom bathroom minus the tub. The similar shower is set up except that with ambient lights, you can see the basement from inside of the shower, but if you turn on the overhead light, the basement can be seen in the shower. “Wow…that’s fucking hot. How did not know about this room” I said “I just remodeled this in recent years. This room was only used for storage before. Anyway….. Ready to get high?” he said as his phone notification went off. He looked at his phone and said,” My friend Darryl should be here in 5 - 10 min.” “yeah. I'm ready,” as I follow Uncle Jerry back to the basement. He grabbed a tray table and set the mirror down with rails on it. We sat down on the bed in the middle of the basement. He asked Alexa to play his playlist as he heat up the glass stem. “you know what you're doing?” he turned to me and asked. I nodded. “You look great in that outfit, btw. I thought that's what you'd pick for yourself. Here you ready… on the count of three. 1. 2. 3” Uncle Jerry moved the glass pipe across the mirror at a steady pace, but I didn't time my pace right, so I had to signal him to stop ⅔ of the way through. Just like the last time I did it. “hold it for as long as you can,” he said, and I nodded while holding my breath. When I was just about to let it go, Uncle Jerry grabbed the back of my head and put his mouth over mine and inhale most of the smoke then he immediately started making out with me as he slowly let the smoke escape from his nose. The smoke it so thick that I couldn't even see him for a few seconds. “not bad, but you can do better. This time, you are gonna do 1 & ⅓ all at once. You saw the pace I was moving. Follow my tempo. Take a deep breath,” which I did. Then he said, “Ready!? 1.2.3” I'm doing much better with pacing this time. I also held it in much longer this time around. I can feel my body getting warm and buzzing this time, and I have a raging hard-on in my onesie. Uncle Jerry let me shotgun him again, and his hand moved down to release the buttons in front of my crotch and let my dick out. Then he blew all of the smoke on my dick as his tightly sealed lips slid down on it. His hand is playing with my balls and his middle finger is extend applying pressure on my taint. I lean back on my elbows thr,ow my head back, and let out a long moan. I was a little disappointed when he stopped, but I know it's time for him to do his. He stood up. His dick is hanging out of the chap, swinging in between his legs. He shotgun me then back away and pointed at his dick. His dick wasn't hard yet when I first put it in my mouth, but in just a few seconds, I could feel it swelling up to its full size in my mouth. I started sucking it as he did his second rail, but he gave me a look before he started, and I knew what he was asking. I swallowed his dick as deep as I could then I closed my eyes and tell myself to relax my throat. I could feel his throat sliding down even further. This time, he was always to slide it in and out a little. He pulled his dick out and grabbed me by my neck to pull me out to shotgun me one last time. He then immediately push my head back down to do it again. While my eyes are closed, focusing on getting his dick all the way in. I could hear another person's voice. I assume it is Darryl, but I couldn't open my eyes yet, or I'd gag. I heard Uncle Jerry say, “This is my nephew Ben.” “you fucking your nephew's throat? That's what's up” Finally, I gradually pulled Uncle Jerry's dick out bc I was seriously out of breath. My face was covered in saliva when I turned to say hi to Darryl “Hi I'm…..” before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my head and put his dick in my mouth as uncle Jerry cutting up two rails for him too. His body looks like the black guy who I saw fucking Henrique last weekend but Uncle Jerry doesn't have the tattoo like the other guy did so I toss that thought out of my head and focus on the task at hand. His dick is a bit thicker than Uncle Jerry's, but the head of his dick is a bit larger than the rest of his dick and shaped a bit pointier. “Jerry. Your nephew knows how to suck cock” was the last thing he said before he did his hot rail. I heard Uncle Jerry said “wait until you are inside of his hole” then Darryl grabbed Uncle Jerry by the waist to pull him closer for a shot gun then the two of them started making out. I position myself in between them, attempted to put both dicks in my mouth at first but that was a terrible idea. There's no way I could have, so I started alternate sucking their dicks instead. While I was doing that Uncle Jerry told me to keep doing what I'm doing but turned around and lay on my back as Darryl started his second rail. As he did that, Uncle Jerry put my legs up and pulled apart the buttons, exposing my hole facing up toward the ceiling and pull my cheeks apart for Darryl. Darryl stick his curl up tongue in my hole and blew in as much smoke in it as he could. Then he thoroughly lick my hole as I'm attempting to deep throat him for the 3rd time upside down. “That's a tight pussy. I could hardly get any smoke in there. We gotta break him in, Jerry.” “oh I have but his young pussy rebound quickly” Uncle Jerry said and then he spit on my hole and started sliding a buttplug in my hole. I can't see, but I can feel whatever he's putting in my ass is much bigger than what I'm normally used to. It doesn't hurt yet, but I feel stretched. Darryl had something in his hand. He pull his dick out of my mouth and threw something in my mouth and told Uncle Jerry to open his mouth and did the same to him. “don't worry. It's just weed gummy. It should open up your tight pussy when it kicks in.” Darryl is quite handsome. He has very defined arm muscle and a nice abs. Not the flat abs the uncle Jerry. They are solid packs. He has a clean shaved bald head and face. As I was finishing up evaluating him, his BBC was back in my throat already as he lean forward to suck my cock while I'm upside down and Uncle Jerry is almost done sliding the toy in my mouth. Then I heard him say to Darryl “take a look at that” as Uncle Jerry reach his fingers in my hole touching left and right. That's when I realize the butt plug was hallow. “oh damn. It is not a tunnel that I was expecting to see. Wherever this butt plug can't reach is still slammed shut” said Darryl. He spit in my hole and slowly sliding his finger. I sort of zone out from the hot rails and was focusing on sucking Darrly's big cock “I told you. It rebound quickly. Here, this should help. I mixed it with some t. Benny boy. It's gonna burn a little but uncle promises that you'll feel great after” uncle Jerry pump a shot of lube deep in my hole then a little bit of something else shallow. I thought I knew that burn feeling but fuck…. this must be really strong bc it really burn and my body start burning up and my breathing get heavier. “you feeling it don't you boy” Darryl said. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and walked onto the bed, and had his hard dick pressing against my hole. “do you want this?” he asked “mmmhmmm” I responded. Both scared and excited. Then uncle Jerry straddle over my face and ordered me to eat his hole. As he suck on my dick slowly but tightly casually and having a front row seat watch my hole getting split open. I could hear Darryl was gentle. He thrust his dick in me less than an inch at a time then he back away and repeat. With the butt plug, I can't shut him out even if I want to. I love the feeling of getting filled and I love the taste of uncle Jerry"s hole even more. I swear I think I got half of my tongue in him. I know I'm doing a great job bc at one point, he even had to take my dick out of his mouth to moan. “oh man. Darryl said. He is tight. I wanna know what it is like without this thing. He snatch out of butt plug then plunge all the way in “aahhh ahh” I screamed out of joy “you're OK Benny” uncle back up and gave me a tongue kiss upside down then walk over to a cabinet along the wall and came back with a candle. “don't worry. This candle is made for pleasure.” Darryl grabbed onto my thigh pulledl me close to him, and instructed me to wrap my legs around his waist. Now that I'm steady. His dick makes me moan to the point of gasping every single pump, and he fucks hard. Not only I can feel the impact of my butt cheeks hitting his body. He also twirls his dick while it was in me. I made a lot of sounds that I didn't know I could make. Meanwhile uncle Jerry is face fucking me hard while dripping candle wax all over me. Each drop give me a lightly burn sensation. Surprisingly feeling really good. All the sudden Darryl pulled me up as he laid on his back. “Jerry. You know what your nephew needs” Darryl said to uncle Jerry then pull my head to make out with him. Something about the way he kiss was assertive and commanding. I could feel Uncle Jerry slowly pushing his dick in my hole. I must be high bc not only my hole did put up any resistance, I did not feel a trace of pain. I arch my back then uncle Jerry grabbed me from behind and both of his hands were pinching my nipple hard. “Oh Ben….fuck….your hole…….I can’t get enough of it….oh my god FUUUUUUUUCK” Uncle Jerry unloaded all in my hole. He had pinched my nipples so hard by accident, so they are a little tender. In exchange for his big load. It was so worth it. After he pulled his dick out, Darryl’s said, “Now it’s my turn, pup.” He picked me up and told me to grab on to his neck and wrap my legs around him then he absolutely raped my hole so hard. In this particular position, there’s only one position for me to be. I am the human fleshlight to his big black dick. “Where do you want my cum boy?” he asked as he picked up his pace. “Ahhh In….ahhhh……mmm hooooole” I responded. “What did you say?” he put his hand on my shoulder pushing me down toward his pelvis then there it was. Waves of his hot cum. So much warmer than Uncle Jerry’s for some reason. He held me in the same position for a few minutes as he gathered himself. When I was about to let go of his neck, he said “Not yet boy. I have one more thing to give you” With his hard dick in me, he carried me to the bathroom and turned on the overhead light so Uncle Jerry could see us. I could feel a warm stream of liquid filling up my hole and then leaking out. He pissed for a solid minute. I felt a bit light-headed when I got off of him. “That was probably the most concentrated chem piss I’ve ever given to anyone boy” He gentle help me stand on my feet again and told me to turn around. He turned on the shower and began rubbing soap on my from behind. I began to stroke my cock, but he stopped me. “Not so fast handsome. You can cum when your uncle let you cum. He said not to let you cum yet.” I was so high that I didn't fully process his words. The only thing in my mind was how empty my hole was feeling. I had no idea how long I was in the shower. But when I came out of the shower, Darryl was nowhere to be seen. Instead a police office in uniform is standing in the middle of the room with full uniform and a gun on his waist. There I was. Fully nude. Didn't think someone else was coming for the night. “Uncle Jerry!?” I said in a confused tone. “Oh….hey Ben. It's been years and wow you've grown. Look at the arms and abs. And the size of that dick. You're a Winston alright. You're the last person I expect to see here, and you look high as fuck. Jerry. You brought him down here? What the fuck is wrong with you?” “Zachariah?” I wasn't certain when I mumbled out that name “That's me”. Zachariah is 10 years older than me. He was our neighbor's only son. He's the role model that every parents wanted their sons to model after. He's athletic, handsome, and smart. I don't know him all that well bc of our age. I've always knew him as a quiet guy that keeps to himself. He still looks about the same. Dark hair, fit, and short almost buzzed haircut. But It's like I'm seeing a totally different person right now. I've never seen him like this before “Are we in trouble? Why are you here?” “I'll tell or rather show you here in a little bit. However…. do me a favor. Cuff yourself to that thing over there then we can talk.” Zachariah grab his handcuff off his waist and threw them to me. These are full on, legitimate handcuff. It's kinda heavy. I put one of my arm through the ring on the X wooden cross against the back wall and cuffed myself with the other arm on the out “raise your arms up and let me see it is secured” he said and I complied. I finally see what his hands have been doing now. Uncle Jerry is on his knees on the bed, bending over to suck his dick. Meanwhile, his arms are behind his back. Zachariah has been tying him up with rope. The rope goes around his head 3-4 times then I could not follow what happen after that. Somehow there are two perfect circle around uncle Jerry's nipples, leaving them exposed. Uncle Jerry hasn't said a word since I got out of the shower “What's going on? What do you want from us?” I asked “hahaha… Jerry. You brought him down here, and you didn't tell him that this could happen any time? I was on my way home, so I thought I'd stop and drop a load. As you can tell, I'm a cop. A few years ago, I caught your uncle Jerry with a fuck tons of what he shouldn't have had. He beg me to let him go so we made a deal back then that I'll let him go but at least twice a month I can stop by any hour of the day on any day to satisfied something that “I need”. That's what brought me here today. Watch this” Zachariah pull his dick out of Uncle Jerry's mouth, then he raises his arm back and high up to slap Uncle Jerry across his face “thank you master” said uncle Jerry “I'm married and I can't play with rough with my wife so a couple times a month I come by to let out my steam and also to remind Uncle Jerry who owns him. If he please me well. I might reward him with my seed. You probably didn't know your uncle Jerry is a submissive faggot, did you? Let me show to you the real him.” Zachariah pulled out of a slam, quite possibly the a triple slam. “Your uncle Jerry here turn into something that I bet you have never known about him. Watch this” Uncle Jerry swallowed Zachariah's dick as deep as he could, then he held still in that position with his arms extended behind him I don't even know what amount this is I'm holding in my hand. I've always come here and fill them up whatever I want then I do this “he injected Uncle Jerry with that syringe full of T. Uncle Jerry started coughing as if he couldn't catch his breath. He was rolling left and right bc God knows how much Zachariah put in that slam. But uncle Jerry couldn't move much bc he's tied up. Then Zachariah slap him hard on his left face this time and said “are you done yet. You were supposed to keep my dick hard.” Uncle Jerry is dripping sweat like crazy. He hasn't fully gotten used to that big slam yet but he's doing everything he could to pull himself together and follow Zachariah's order, obeying his demands. I honestly can't tell if he's enjoying this or not but in a strange way I'm so turned on. Uncle Jerry is fucking his own throat so deep that I can see where Zach's dick is in his throat. I can tell he's still shaking from that ridiculous slam “This is more like it. Don't be shy just bc Ben's here. You brought him down here yourself,” he said to Uncle Jerry “did you tell Ben what you are?” Zach asked “I'm your pig bottom, master,” Uncle Jerry said “I don't know if Ben heard you,” Zachariah said with a grin “I'M YOUR PIG BOTTOM, MASTER” “did you hear that Ben? Do you want to see what he can do?” then he said to uncle Jerry ”go let Ben get your pussy ready for me. I'm gonna go grab couple things”. Zachariah came over and uncuffed me but then immediately cuff my left arm back up to the post. uncle Jerry got on the floor facing away from me, then back up and said, “fuck Ben. Will you lick my pussy, please.” “yeah, but are you OK?” I asked “I will explain later. Please eat my pussy” then he looked down and whispered to me “Zach is watching us Ben. ~ Do what I asked please or you'd end up like me ~ Oh Benny Boy. Please get my pussy wet for my master”. He open up his legs as wide as he could bc his hands are still tied. Regardless what the situation is…uncle Jerry has a beautiful hole. That light pink hole is practically begging to be fucked. I press my tongue flat again his hole and lick up and down. “use your fingers too” uncle Jerry said. I just put my thumb in, hooking into his hole while my hand cup his balls. “more Ben. Master will want to see more” I now have 3 fingers in then I feel something in his ass. I was really confused about what I'm feeling bc only my middle finger could touch it and even then I had to push it deeper to finally hook something onto my finger. Out of nowhere I heard Zachariah's voice from the speakers “you look like you finally found it. Pull it Ben. Pull it and make sure you make eye contact with my pig. Take a good look at how much he loves it.” I'm looking right at Uncle Jerry in his eyes through the mirror to the left of us. He barely made a smile and gave me a nod. I could hear Zachariah coming down the stairs, and he said it again with an assertive tone, this time, “PULL IT!” I slowly pull the toward me as Uncle Jerry put his head on the floor and lean away from me. I'm keep looking at him and my hand, making sure I wasn't hurting him even though his eyes were close. Then I finally see it. Half of a pool ball size ball connected to a string. Just as I'm staring at the size of this ball. It started vibrating “Ahhh.. My god…. AhAhhhh” Uncle screamed while he still kept his eyes slightly open looking at me with his mouth open and his body somewhat twisted toward one side. Then Zach walked up next to me. Out of his cops uniform, wearing nothing but a metal cock ring right next to me “suck my dick and maintain eye contact with my pig and pull the rest out Ben. I don't have all night. If you don't do as I said” he whip uncle Jerry's back with his belt “next one will land on you and I won't hold anything back” I was shocked but quickly shoved his dick as deep as I could in my mouth and resume the pulling motion. The first one finally came out. Uncle Jerry is overwhelmed by the sensation and was moaning the loudest I've ever heard. Then Zachariah grabbed my head by my hair looked straight at me, and said, “Pull faster and pull it out, Ben. Do you hear me?” I have never seen Zachariah like this before. But I have no time to be shocked and starting pulling faster. The second ball is slightly smaller but still the size of a pool ball then as I'm pulling out the 3rd, Zachariah grabbed my hand and violently yanked the rest out. It's 4 more balls gradually decrease in size when the ball one the size of a Foosball. I couldn't believe that whole thing was in Uncle Jerry for I don't even know how long. Those anal balls left uncle Jerry covered in sweat with a rose bud that's slowly fading away. “isn't that beautiful. Go on. Taste every bit of his hole like it's the most delicious and luxery pig hole you've ever had” Zachariah said while looking new with wide eyes and a big smile. I made sure I did exactly what he asked. “mmmm Mmmm” was the sound I made licking uncle Jerry's rosebud “watch this” Zachariah said when he pull my head away then pressing his fist against Uncle's freshly recovered hole then almost on contact his fist is swallowed by uncle's hole and disappear in his ass. “Isn't this amazing” Zachariah said to me while I'm still sucking on his dick. I could hear Uncle Jerry gasping. “it's like wearing a puppet. There are so much you can do to control him when my hand is in him. I can do this” I can't tell what he was actually doing but it sure is driving uncle Jerry crazy because he went through several different reactions. For most, he does look like he is experiencing intense pleasure. “Then I usually like to end with his prostate,” Zachariah said. Uncle Jerry started making some high pitch gasping and moaning sound then about a minute later so much of his cum shoot out of his dick. Then unexpectedly Zachariah grab my head with his other hand and shove his dick all the way in then his dick swell up even more then drop his cum in my throat. “don't let a drop of my cum leak out of your mouth Ben” he said as he slowly pull his hand out of Uncle Jerry's ass. I swallow it and then open my mouth to show him. “Good boy. too bad I'm out of time today, so this has to end now bc I have to go. Good seeing you Ben” Zachariah got dressed. I thought he forgot that I was still cuffed, but he did come over to free me. then he walked back over to Uncle Jerry. Instead of untying him, he put out a pocket knife to cut the rope loose all at once then he stood in front of uncle Jerry who is still facing down to the ground kneeling down. Uncle Jerry kiss his crotch and said “thank you for master” then out the door he goes. Left me and uncle Jerry in the room in silence with music playing.

Let's preface this by saying, this is a story of fiction. It doesn't reflect the reality of what happened last night more, so this is a telling of where my mind spun out to. I think I will call this the fanTasy collection. I will call them this because, as of me writing this, the fantasy part hasn't come to pass. And let's be honest, probably never will, but a boy can dream! What did happen was Last night I went to a motel to meet up with a man who said he would get me spun on an app. when I arrived. He did get me all spun up and, then for the rest of the night, he and his trans friend fucked me so good and so many times. It was great! Even better was the conversation that the man and i were having. Let's let the fantasy begin. It had been several months since Curtis(30) had smoked, But this night a request came through one of his social apps wanting him to come party and play. Curtis, just can't turn it down. So he heads over to the motel that was mentioned. it wasn't a complete piece of junk, but it was a motel. Geoff came down to get him, Geoff was shorter than expected, a bit squat, and looked to be in his 50s. After they got up to the room Curtis noticed the shower room was closed and the shower was running. While not the smartest guy around he easily connected the dots on where Geoff's friend Terra was. pretty much right away Geoff hands the pipe and torch over. Curtis felt it right away, the swirling of the mind, the tingling of the body getting warmer, the inhibition draining from him. Curtis stands and gets undressed. And what was a move that he had never done, and actually had resisted the countless other times he had smoked? He went right down got Geoff's cock out and started sucking on it. He always hated sucking cock, his gag reflex and propensity for dry mouth had previously rendered the act not worth doing. This time, Curtis was so overcome by lust, that he pushed past those reasons like they didn't exist. this apparently startled Geoff by how quick and passionate it was. So he pulled Curtis off to talk a little and smoke more. When It came up that Geoff was a Long haul trucker. Curtis could not stop himself from saying he wanted to get fucked in the truck cab. This obviously turned both of them on as Tera exited the shower room to see Geoff's mushroom head on his fat cock push into Curtis's hole. Terra is lean with feminine traits and a big ass. The rest of the night they Spit roasted Curtis, most of the time having one cock in his mouth and one in his ass.Each one of them fucking a load of cum deep into his ass, just like he had asked them to do in earnest. when they had to leave the motel they all exchanged numbers and went their own way. Curtis went back to work as normal as ever. until Thursday., when he got a call from Geoff and Terra. Geoff asked if Terra could hang out with Curtis until Saturday. As she had just been kicked out of her place. On Saturday he would get her a room. trying to be a good person, Curtis agreed and took a half day on Friday. Thursday night Terra was pretty hard on herself for her whole situation including something that didn't seem right to Kurtis. She was talking about how no one grinder is interested in her. I bet her with some new pic and a little marketing training not only would she get people interested. she would get people to pay her. By the end of the day she had made around $250 and couldn't believe it. she gave me half for the work I did. Later we went to an adult arcade where pulled a few more customers. Her Confidence was healing Curtis was glad to see it. Saturday morning before hearing from Geoff, Curtis and Terra Went and bought some slutty panties and stockings. When Geoff called and told them he got another room at a motel. So they all went to meet up. After telling Geoff about the last couple of days, as he hands us a pipe he says dryly to Curtis that he is pimping her out. Curtis says its more like just setting up the foundation for a better sense of self. then relents and jokingly accepts the moniker of pimp as he blows a big cloud. In no time Geoff is pushing his thick back into Curtis's hole while he begs Curtis to fill him with cum. as Geoff pumps his load and shotguns a cloud into Curtis he asks him how much cum he wants. Curtis responds until you are tired of having me pumped full of it. Curtis smiles and says I won't get tired of watching you take loads boy. For the rest of the day and into the night Curtis got so spun up he didn't remember how many men they got to come fuck more loads into him. but he felt so so much happiness. And thanked Geof for every load. not knowing they weren't done yet. Geoff told us to get dressed up, and he drove us over to a friend's house. As we go inside We meet up with his friend Joe. a larger Russian man in his 50s as well. and he ushers us to a room with a bed and a camera on a tripod. Goeff says that he wants to make a porn, and his friend will film it. Terra protests as she feels self-conscious and doesn't think she would be hot on camera. She decided to sit this one out. Geoff hand Curtis The pipe again and lights it for him. After Blowing a big cloud, He says "Fuck yeah Daddy make me into a pornstar" They proceed to fuck deep and raw while Joe films and hands them loaded bowls to smoke. at some point, Curtis undoes Joe's belt and gets Joe's cock out as Joe films him getting spit-roasted. Curtis tells him he wants to show Joe some appreciation for letting them use his house and his equipment. It was caught on camera when Joe fucked his load deep into Curtis' ass while grunting and calling him a good little slut. Curtis asked if it was just gonna be for personal use. Joe and Geoff said they wanted to put it online on a PnP porn site. Curtis thought that sounded hot too and said he would do more. The next week at work crawled by for Curtis. Monday the hangover was tough but he got through it. On Thursday he got a message from Geoff if he was free this next weekend and could possibly take a half day Friday. So Curtis put in for his 2nd consecutive half-day on Friday. On Friday Geoff told him to pack his slutty cloaths, a toothbrush, and stuff for a small trip and meet him at a set location. When Curtis got there with his backpack, He saw Goeff next to a Semi parked in the parking lot. Geoff Tells Curtis that he has a trip to Elco this weekend and he wanted a fuck toy for the trip. Curtis could hardly keep his excitement in about the whole situation. As they take off, Geoff tells Curtis to get in back in the cab and try to take a bit of a nap. When crawling back into the Cab Curtis notices there are a couple cameras set up back there and he grins. When Goeff wakes up Curtis its dark out and they appear to be in the desert. Geoff Tells him there is clear in the drawer by the bed and he should start smoking and getting dressed like the meth whore he is. Curtis coyly asks if he should turn the cameras on. Geoff said they are already on. As Curtis is getting himself ready and spun up Geoff says he is gonna have to stop at a rest stop to pee. As they pull up to the rest stop Goeff gets out and heads to the bathroom. Curtis dressed in panties and stockings and a mesh top looked around for something to cover up in...but then decided to look around the parking lot instead. there were a few other Semis and a pretty beat van. So he just slides on a pair of baggy sweats and heads into the bathroom as well to pee. While Curtis is at the urinal Geoff is washing his hands and tells Curtis to take those sweats off and give them to him. While holding the sweats he slaps Curtis' ass and says now let's go im gonna fuck you in the cab. As they trot back to the truck Curtis feels like there are eyes on him and that excites him. Goeff tells Curtis to take a few more hits while he watches. Curtis takes a big hit off the pipe and blows a cloud right on Goeffs cock and starts to suck. After a few mins, Goeff tells Curtis to turn over and he lubes up Curtis' hole. Just barely after Geoff pushes his thick cock balls deep inside Curtis, His phone goes off. While gently thrusting Goeff texts back and Then tells Curtis that he has to go back into the bathroom. Goeff said he put a For a good time text number on the wall and Curtis needs to go deliver. As Curtis takes another hit off the pipe and heads out of the door, Goeff tells him to go to the farthest stall. Walking back into the bathroom Curtis was so wildly turned on and, his arousal became even more potent when he got to the last stall and saw a glory hole cut out. Shutting the stall door he turned to see the cock that was emerging from the hole. It was nicely shaped and average size but already rock hard. Curtis is so horny he starts by caressing the cock and then quickly takes it into his mouth sucking it. After he has been sucking it for a few minutes, Curtis quietly purrs through the wall " Knock twice if you want me to put my ass on it. After a few moments that felt like forever to Curtis the knocks came. Excitedly Curtis popped up and turned around to position this strange cock as the entrance to his hole. After a little maneuvering, he felt the mushroom tip slide in, as he felt himself sink onto the cock inch by inch he moaned. Rocking back and forth on the cock he had never felt like such a dirty slut before and he loved it. Not even a few mins of fucking this strange cock and there were a quick 3 knocks followed by a muffled grunting. Curtis knew that he had just taken a glory hole creampie. As the cock pulled back from him and out Curtis offered a nice "Thank you for cumming". Then the door of the stall opened and the stranger left. Curtis sat there for a couple of minutes before leaving to head back to Goeffs truck. After climbing back in, Goeff shotguns a cloud down Curtis' throat and into his lungs. Goeff tells him that he is a good boy and he wants to hear the whole story while he fucks. Goeff notices a little cum leaking out of Curtis' freshly used hole and shoves his cock right in saying how slutty it was for Curtis to get bred like that. With Goeff's cock plunging in and out of Curtis' ass, Curtis tells him about the whole encounter, how turned on by it, and thanks him for setting that up for him. Geoff's phone goes off again and he pulls out to look at it. Curtis squirms with anticipation and excitement, thinking he will get to go back to the glory hole. Goeff Grins a bit after sending a few more messages, then picks out a box and gives it to Curtis, telling him to put them on. Curtis finds a pair of slutty platform high heel boots. He puts them on while letting Goeff know he has no experience walking in high heels. Geoff leans in and kisses Curtis and says "I believe in you". As Curtis is about to get out of the car Geoff says, one of the other truck drivers wanted me to go to his truck for some "Fun". When you get to the green truck knock on the driver's side door and do your thing. Stumbling a bit Curtis makes his way over to the far truck, his heart beating out of his chest he knocks on the driver's side door. The window rolls down very slightly and a low stern voice says "Go around to the passenger cab door and come in". "Ope okay". Curtis responds. Curtis wobbles around the front of the truck to the correct door, opens it, and climbs inside. To see a much older fatter Man sitting on the bed with his cock out. "come suck my cock you dumb slut" the man says. "Yes, Daddy" replies Curtis as he leans over and takes the man's cock in his mouth. "you must have missed my last message about just coming to the right door, I dont want people to see whores at my door. But fuck you are a cute young thing aren't you boy" the man grunts. Feeling the man's cock grow and harden in his mouth, Curtis Thinks Goeff might have forgotten to tell him that detail. Curtis lifts his head off the man's now fully engorged cock and moans "I'm sorry Daddy I must have missed it, let me make it up to you." "fuck! good cute boys like you only give me head, make it up to me with your ass boy", The man says through bated breath. Curtis pulls himself up and moves to sit on the man now glistening with saliva cock. As the tip of the man's cock is gently pushing on Curtis' hole "W-w-what about a condom?" He stammers. "Do you want to put on a condom or do you want me to sit down Daddy?" Curtis breathes back. The man doesn't say anything but moves his hands to Curtis' hips and makes an effort to push him down onto his cock. Giving into the man's efforts Curtis sinks down onto the man's cock inch by inch moaning until the man is fully inside him. Gently and slowly Curtis starts to ride the cock, gradually increasing his rhythm. Within 40 seconds The man grunts out that he is about to cum. Curtis feeling lecherous and without interrupting his rhythm, leans down and whispers right into the man's ear " To make up for me missing your text I want you to fuck your hot daddy load right into my boy hole and teach me a lesson please Daddy." "Of fuck, im cumming" the man wails. Curtis pushes himself as deep and as hard on the man's erupting erection while thanking him for his kindness. As Curtis was getting ready to leave the man gives him $200 and told him how hot that was. Curtis was shocked and flattered, thanking the man again before leaving the truck. Walking back to Goeff's truck, he could feel some cum dripping down his leg and he was not expecting the man to pay him, but now his mind was telling him how hot it was that he could say he was a prostitute. Giggling to himself as he gets back in Goeff's truck he notices Goeff is in the driver's seat. Goeff says that he just had to pee here and that they were going to stop for the night further down. As the truck started moving again Geoff asked Curtis for the story of what happened making sure the cameras got it all. Let me know if you want a part 2?

I want a handler top to set up a gangbang party. I want him to walk me in pulling me by my leash, my rubber covered body tense and sweaty. I have a blindfold put over my eyes and master roughly pets my head rubbing my ears and says your going to enjoy this pup. I feel hands all over me as I am led to a swing. After hours of being filled with cum I have my tail plug shoved in and begin sucking on cocks until I am full. Completely used I lay on the floor as men cum on my rubber covered body.

I'm a lot into gut-puchning and I found this guy that was like me a member of the gut-punching group on gayromeo. He was a top only and we chatted about how much I can take and where we could meet. I told him that I can take a lot as my abs are well trained. We decided to meet at Scheune, a gay bar in Berlin with a popular dark room in the basement. I told him that I have blond hair and that I'm going to wear a very short light blue jeans shorts and tan boots and nothing else, so it would be easy for him to recognize me. He told me to be there at midnight. I arrived an hour early because I was very excited to finally have another gut-punching date. After handing in my jacket at the cloakroom and I sat at the bar just wearing those shorts. I ordered a beer and talked to the bar tender a little bit and then decided to head down to the dark room. It was busy already and many guys were walking around hunting for sex. I could hear the noise of bodies slapping as they were fucking in some of the dark corners. The air was heavy and smelled like sex, sweat and cum. I walked around checking out what was going on. There were many leather guys and some in-the-closet type guys. Some of the guys checked me out but I wasn't here for a regular fuck tonight (at least for now) so I decided to stay in one place and wait. I leaned on a wall across from a dark corner. Some of the guys that walked by touched my bare chest and played with my nipples. I let them but ignored them. Then I saw a guy coming down the stairs that looked like the guy I was supposed to meet. We never exchanged face pics but I recognized his very lean and defined body. He looked around in a way like he was looking for someone specific. Then our eyes met and he approached me. He was a little taller and older than me with very short hair. It looked like he was just as nervous as me when he almost whispered "Marco?". I nodded and he checked out my almost naked body as if to see if it was worthy for him to torment it. It looked like he approved of what he saw, and he started exploring my bare hairless chest with his hands. I could see the veins in his arms as he squeezed my pecs and pushed the palm of his hand against my abs. He made a fist with his right hand and let his knuckles run up and down over my ab muscles. The feeling of his hands touching my bare skin made me very horny and I couldn't wait to take his punches and whatever else he wanted to do with me. He pushed me in that dark corner and took off his shirt. It was very dark, but I could see his very sinewy body as he got ready to give it to me. He grabbed me with his left hand by the shoulder and looked me straight in the eye when he gave me the first punch in my guts. Instinctively I flexed my abs, but it was too late, the punch went right thru and inflicted that nice pain deep in my stomach. I let out a groan and leaned a little forward in pain but his hand on my shoulder pushed me back up getting me in position for the next punch. In the chat we agreed on a stop-word in case I couldn't handle it, but I was determined not to use it. I was prepared for the next punch as I kept my abs flexed as a shield. And the next was as hard as the first one but I only felt pain in my ab muscles this time. I love that mix of pain and the sensation of his skin touching my naked stomach. He gave me more and more punches still holding me in position and they came in faster and faster. I was groaning in hot agony. Suddenly he stopped the machine-gun like beating of my naked abs and gave me super hard punch in the lower abs. I exhaled and struggled not to go on my knees. He grabbed me under my arms, pulled me up and pushed me against the cold brick wall behind me. I was breathing heavily when he touched and squeezed my pecs. He made a fist and punched my flexed chest muscles hard. He was clearly enjoying punching and tormenting my body and he looked more and more determined to finish me up. He punched my pecs and abs harder and harder, and the pain got more and more intense. Almost unbearable. I was getting exhausted, and it became difficult for me to keep my abs flexed enough to protect my guts. Instinctively I covered my stomach with my hands, but the guy grabbed them and put them behind my back. Immediately he resumed punching my unprotected torso. I could tell it would be only a matter of minutes until I would either use the stop-word or collapse. He showed no mercy, and I loved it! My strength left me, and I couldn't flex my muscles hard enough anymore. The guy paused and noticed that. He grinned and without any warning he gave me three extremely hard punches in my stomach. I gave out a load groan and slowly I sank to my knees. This time he didn't try to hold me up. He even pushed me down by my shoulders. He unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his already hard dick which was drooling precum. I put his cock in my mouth and started to suck him off. My abs were hurting, and I was in heaven. It didn't take long, and the guy was ready to shoot his load. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. His pulsing dick slipped out of my mouth and started spraying his hot cum all over me. He covered my face and bare chest and naked thighs with his thick sperm. When he was done unloading, he wiped the head of his cock on my cheek. Honestly, I was surprised that he didn't pump his cum down my throat. He seemed like the type of guy that would do that, and I would have been happy to take it. He put his half hard dick back in his jeans and buckled up. I got up and looked at him still breathing heavily. "Good boy!", he said slapping my abs slightly with the back of his hand. I twitched because I thought he was going to punch me again. He laughed and said: "Lets do that again some time." I just nodded and he left me standing there tormented and covered in cum. After recovering a little I decided to stay some more and maybe get fucked and definitely swallow some loads.

In 2010 i was invited by some gay men, which contacted me on a bull chat. When i got undressed and walked in the room, there where 5 gay men fucking eachother all bare. at first i scared myself, but very soon the excitment took over and i joined them. this was so hot and felt so free. ever this day i only fucked bare and started taking risks by joining orgies where hiv+ men came. This was the next thrill, found the rush and never stopped. i was very excited and releaved after a few years fucking with hiv+men that i got infected. Now over 6 years poz and proud

As if there had been a signal that I could not hear, the room was suddenly empty, and I found myself alone on the bench. I stood up, exited, and went around the corner to where the booths were, stepped inside my favorite one that has glory holes on three sides, closed the door behind me and hung my towel on the hook by the door. The glory hole to the left was towards another booth that was empty. The hole in the middle was towards the dark room, and I knew that was empty as well. The hole to the right was to another booth, and I could see someone moving in there. He had seen me too and presented an open mouth in the hole. Oh well, the others were empty so I guess getting my cock sucked would be better than nothing, so I stuck my soft cock in the mouth in the hole, flipped my ball sack over the partition as well and just pushed my entire body against the wall as the guy started sucking. Another deep hit of my poppers while just relaxing and letting him do all the work, slowly making me hard again. He grabbed my nuts and started gently squeezing them as he worked on my shaft. I love a bit of CBT, so I told him -"Harder on the nuts...". He heard me and gave them a good squeeze and my response was a loud moan and a flex of my cock, pushing out a gob of pre cum to the cocksucker’s delight. More poppers, more ball squeezing, and a warm wet mouth around my cock, I was really starting to enjoy this, but I really didn't want to cum yet, so I wasn't too displeased when the guy stopped sucking and let go of my cock. However, two seconds later his hole was engulfing my cock instead. He fucked himself onto me as I remained in position. My balls were still on the other side of the wall, and every time he pushed back his ass also pushed against my nuts, putting them in a sort of vice between the wall and his body. As good as all this was, his ass was a bit too loose and didn't provide enough pleasure for me, so I started softening and slipped out of him. He resumed sucking and cleaning my cock properly. I could hear noises from the booth on the other side, so I took a chance, turned around, pushed my ass against the hole where the cocksucker was, bent over and investigated the hole on the other side. The cocksucker started fucking me with his tongue, which was very nice, and I could see a huge cock appearing in the hole in front of my face. This was a small booth, so I had no trouble staying with my ass pushed against one hole, while sucking the cock in the other. The cock sucker replaced his tongue with a rather short but very fat cock, stretching my hole out nicely, as I sucked the ever-growing huge cock in front of me. Pig heaven is how I would describe being taken from both ends like this. All that was missing was a fire underneath, and I would've been a real roasted pig. A few minutes of this and the cock I was sucking were at full attention, as big as some of my favorite dildos. The cock sucker, now ass fucker, blasted off what seemed to be a huge load in my ass. When he pulled out, I could feel it running down the back of my thighs. While I was turning around, I scooped up what I could, lubed the huge cock and started impaling myself on it. Holy fuck it was big. It must've been at least 25 cm long and as thick as one of those huge cans of hairspray I used back in the 90's. I would know, since I actually built myself a homemade dildo from one of those cans when I lived at home and was too young to procure real sex toys. The poppers bottle would come in handy now. I pushed back against the cock and felt him back away along with it, pulled my ass cheeks apart and planted my ass firmly against the partition. A deep hit of the poppers bottle and I could feel the familiar warmth and rush as my body relaxed and the cock slowly slipping into me, deeper and deeper. In front of me the cock that just fucked me appeared and I didn't hesitate one second opening my mouth, taking it in and savor the taste of cock, cum and ass on it.

So, this Holy Sunday I went to the sauna by myself as I usually do. My husband is too shy and needs to be drunk to let loose, and since this was during the day he was never in the mood. I arrived about 30 minutes after opening and it was already packed. Lovely! I’m going to have some fun! I started as I usually do by showering and then went back to my locker to pick up the little bag of lube and poppers that I always bring. My first stop is always the steam sauna. It’s so nice to just heat up a bit before exploring the rest of the place. It’s also a great place for anonymous fucking since it’s completely dark in there. As soon as I stepped inside the doors, I took a squirt of lube and gave myself a good fingering to loosen up in case someone would want to stick something nicer in there, then I started stroking to give myself a chubby. Showing off my rather large cock is usually a good way to get some attention. I stood leaning against the wall waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, watching men of all types walking by while I was pulling on my meat. I had my towel over my shoulder as opposed to most people who had it wrapped tightly around their waists. Eventually I could make out shapes of bodies moving around in the darkness, and I headed into the innermost darkness of the steam room. It was a small room, completely tiled with built-in benches around the walls, perfect to kneel on. Warm, wet, sweaty bodies were pushing by and sliding against mine and I was in heaven, hard as a fucking rock. It was really crowded, and I soon felt a big hard cock pressed against my side. I grabbed it with my right hand, not caring about the man attached to it, turned my ass towards it and guided it in between my ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down over my hole. The owner of the cock started pressing harder against me and the head of his cock slipped in. It was definitely a thick one, I could tell by the way the head alone was stretching me open. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his cock, grabbed my hips and forcefully showed the entire thing inside me. I was NOT ready for that, FUCK it hurt! He must've sensed my discomfort, because he held still inside me for a while to let me catch my breath. Very nice of him. I could feel a bit of a belly on him, pushing against my lower back. I pulled out my poppers and took a big hit and held it until I could feel myself relaxing. He pushed me up against a wall with a bench so I could lean forward and lift my knee up on the bench, giving him even better access to my hole. He started fucking me with long slow strokes and it was really starting to feel amazing. After a few minutes he was picking up speed and I heard the telltale forced breathing of a man about to explode. He grabbed my throat from behind and pulled me up and kissed my neck. He was bearded, I could feel it against my neck. He moved his mouth to my ear and said: - "You want my cum?" - "YES!", I responded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. He gave me a few last hard poundings and started shooting the first load of the day, deep into my guts. Then he pulled out quickly and disappeared, not giving me any chance to turn around and see who he was. Out of breath I clenched my ass, turned around and sat down on the bench to regain composure. Fuck, that was good! I love not having the faintest idea who's cum is inside me. Sitting down, my cock still hard as rock, I looked up and laid eyes on one of the most perfect men I've ever seen. He was standing just where a sliver of light shone in from the glass doors, and his muscular body and dark brown skin was shimmering. He could've been picked right from an American high school sports movie, being the handsome black quarterback of the school team, the one that all the girls wanted to be with, and all the boys wanted to be. Now he was in front of me, in a crowded steam room, trying to make his way into the darkness where I was sitting. He came closer and stood with his back against the wall, I stood up next to him and "accidentally" brushed my hard cock against his thigh. It made him flinch, apparently his eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but he grabbed it with his big hand and started stroking me. I grabbed his cock too, and it was absolutely huge, but still soft. A lot bigger than mine, BUT STILL SOFT. Apparently, he knew his way around this dark corner as he quickly pushed me to the side getting in position; bent over, on his knees, on the bench. Oh, he was a bottom! Never letting go of my cock he guided it towards his hole and pushed back, causing me to end up inside of him. It was velvety smooth, and I could feel it was well lubed as it enveloped the head of my cock, or maybe he had already taken a load or two. I started pushing in, he let go of my cock and I could soon feel his firm ass muscles pressing against my hips. I could not believe my luck. A fresh load in my ass and now this beautiful specimen of a man wrapped around my raw cock. I started fucking him, hearing him moan. I reached around his waist to feel all those awesome abs and moved up towards his huge pecs, giving his nipples a little tweak. I let my hands slide up to his armpits, feeling the trimmed hair brushing over my fingertips. I grabbed his arms, feeling his biceps, realizing my hands would be too small to be able to grab them. This was truly one of the most perfectly muscular men I've ever had the pleasure to feel. And I was inside him. Raw, as it should be. Other men were standing of both sides of us, feeling him up as well. My head was spinning; the steam, the poppers and the previous physical exercise was making me hot and tired, my cock was softening, and I needed a break, so I slipped out of him. Another man immediately took my place, and I was happy to see that this black Adonis didn't have a care in the world who was fucking him, as long as there was someone inside him. A good cum dump should always be like this. Somehow, I managed to squeeze myself down sitting on the bench next to him, I just didn't want to leave in case I got hard enough again to dump a load in him. The man fucking him groaned and apparently shot his load, then pulled out and was again immediately replaced by the next guy. This bottom was popular, and I could fully understand why. My hands started feeling his body again, and again ended up stroking the hair of his armpit. He noticed me and lifted his arm, giving me more access. I leaned in and started licking his nipple, to which he responded by grabbing my head and showing it right into his armpit, wheezing in my ear: - “Lick it!". Oh yes, I licked that sweaty muscular armpit like it was my last meal before execution. He moaned and I grabbed his cock and could feel it stiffen; having his pits licked was apparently as much of a turn on for him as it was for me licking them. He moaned, I moaned, the man fucking him moaned and I was furiously beating my meat, getting close to coming. - “Let me know if you're going to blow..." he whispered in my ear. - "Soon... Very soon... Ugh... Now!" He quickly pulled off the man fucking him, moved over, and impaled himself on my cock just as I started blasting my seed. Six or seven large spurts ended up inside him and I almost passed out. When my orgasm subsided, he expertly squeezed the last drops out of my cock as he slid off it and went back to standing position. The man who had previously fucked him quickly shoved back into the now very sloppy cum filled hole and resumed his movements. - "Thanks", he said, and I responded: - "My pleasure" and gave him a quick kiss before I pushed my way out of the dark, needing desperately to cool off. A quick rinse in the cool showers, a Gin & Tonic at the bar, and I was back to my load hunting.

Part 6: Will Converts Two Sundays later I was meant to preach, but when my alarm went off, I found myself waking up to the worst feeling I had ever felt. I felt so sick, as if the worst flu of my life had taken hold. I rolled over and grabbed my phone, calling Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. What’s up?” “I’m really not feeling well,” I told him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to be in for the service. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just rest, and we’ll see you when you’re better.” “Thanks,” I said. I fell back to sleep for what felt like hours. My phone eventually woke me up, Dominic’s name on the screen. “Hey, Will,” he said. “Hi,” I groaned. “Is everything okay?” “I’m really sick,” I told him. “I’ve never felt this bad before.” “How long have you felt like this?” “Since this morning.” “Look, I’m on my way back. I’ll come over. Just text me your address and where you keep a spare key.” I did as he said and fell back to sleep. When I woke up next, I felt something pressing against my back, something warm and big. “You’re awake,” Dominic said, whispering into my ear. “You made it,” I said. “Wait. You should go. I don’t want you to get sick.” “I won’t,” he said. “What do you mean?” “I’ve already been sick.” “What? When?” “Twenty years ago,” he said. I didn’t understand. “Dom, you can get sick again.” “Not with this,” he said. “What are you talking about?” “You’ve got the fuck flu,” he said. “You can only get it once.” “What, like when you lose your virginity?” “No,” he told me. “Only when you’ve been pozzed.” I waited quietly, trying to understand him. “What are you talking about?” “When someone who is poz fucks someone who isn’t, that other person, hopefully, becomes poz too.” “But, what does poz mean?” “It means positive,” Dominic said. “Positive with HIV.” I was silent as the reality set it. “You mean, you’re HIV positive?” “Sure am,” he whispered into my ear, kissing my neck. “And now, so are you?” “What?” “That’s why I fucked you four times,” he said. “I needed to make sure that my strain infected you.” I felt my stomach turn, my skin growing cold. “You knew this would happen?” “I was hoping it would,” he said. “That’s why I opened the cut in your hole again. That’s why I dug my nails into your hole, making sure my cum could get to your blood.” “You did this on purpose?” “Of course, I did,” he said. “But why?” “To make you mine,” he said, holding me tight. “I’ve converted forty-nine men in my life.” He looked down at his arm, running a hand over the tally marks. “I remember each of them. But with you, you’re different.” “Why am I different?” “You’re the forbidden fruit,” he told me. “You’re the man of God, the incorruptible. From the moment I saw you at the gym, I knew I wanted you.” “At the gym? We met at my church.” “That’s where you saw me,” he said. “I saw you at the gym weeks before. From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to meet you. When one of the workers told me who you were, I knew I had to fuck you, to convert you. That’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks now. Honestly, I wasn’t sure it was going to work. It wasn’t until last Sunday when we were talking after your sermon that I knew you wanted me. All I had to do was get you to my place.” “This was a trap?” I cried, my chest heaving as I tried to hold back tears. “You did all of this to infect me? Why would you do that?” “To be with you,” he said. “I didn’t just do it to stealth you. I did it because I want to be with you. I want you to be mine. I want my strain to be a part of your body forever. I want you to carry a part of me until you die. That’s why I did it. I wanted you. And I know, deep down, you want me.” “No,” I cried, trying to push him away. My arms were too weak. “You may not feel it now, but you’ll realize it soon.” “No. I’ve got to do something. I’ve got to go to the hospital.” “It’s too late,” he told me. “You’re already converting.” I closed my eyes tight and cried. “I know it’s scary now, but soon you’ll understand how much I want you. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay until you feel better. If you still feel the same, I’ll leave, and you’ll never see me again. But, if you change your mind, which I think you will, I promise to make you mine and show you a life you’ve never even imagined.” I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. I was reeling. How could someone do something like this? I thought back to that night, going over everything he said. I remembered him saying that he wanted to make me his. I remember him saying that he wanted to convert me. I just didn’t understand what any of that meant. I did now, and I was scared. I fell asleep for several more hours. My mind was still filtering through everything I had just learned. I was now HIV positive. A lead pastor, a straight virgin, was now poz from having been fucked four times by a gay man. What had I done? Moments from the night played in my head, the way I sucked his dick, the way he inserted his fingers inside me. I could still feel his cock inside me. I could taste the cum. I could feel his warm body against mine, holding me close. It all felt amazing. It all felt like exactly what I wanted. Why can’t you have it, my mind asked? If Dominic can have it and he’s poz, why can’t you? You loved being with him. You loved having him inside you. You loved tasting him and smelling him. You never imagined sex with a woman being that good. Why run away from something that can feel so right? Maybe your life isn’t ending. Maybe it’s just beginning. I woke up, my eyes glancing over to my alarm clock where I could see it was early morning Tuesday. I’d missed Monday entirely. I turned over and searched the room, finding Dominic standing in the corner, his phone to his ear. “I won’t be in today,” he said. “I’ll be out for a few days. Reschedule my appointments if you have to. Thanks, Chris.” He turned back to me and caught my eye. “Hey,” he said. “How do you feel?” “Bad,” I told him. “But not as bad.” He nodded. “Still hate me?” I thought about this seriously. Yes, there was a part of me that was furious, but there was an even greater part of me that found the whole idea exciting. “No,” I said. He smiled. “Good.” “I feel warm,” I moaned, pushing at the covers. “Here,” he said, pulling them off me. As he did, my naked body was revealed. Both of us took notice of my hard cock. “You know,” he said, “Sometimes, while you’re converting is when you’re the most horny.” “Really?” I asked. My hand moved down to my cock and took hold. “You’re right,” I groaned. Dominic pulled his shirt off and removed his pants, revealing no underwear underneath. “You look ready to go,” I said. “Well, call me hopeful,” he said. “I was almost sure you weren’t going to kick me out. I wanted to be ready.” I smiled. “Hold on,” he said, running out of my bedroom. He came back in with a water bottle. “Remember this” he asked, shaking the contents. “These were some of your last negative loads,” he said. “I wanted to save them to use as lube for when we fucked again.” “How romantic,” I said. I was too weak to lift my legs, so Dominic did it for me, resting my legs over his shoulders. He opened the bottle and poured out my cum into his hand, rubbing it on my asshole and then rubbing it on his dick. What remained he poured on my cock. “Use your neg loads to shoot our your first poz load,” he said, rubbing his own dick. “Fuck yeah,” I said, jerking my cock. He lined up his dick and pushed inside, my ass resisting the intrusion. I winced at the pain. “Here’s some poppers,” he said, holding out the vial. He pressed down on my nostril as I breathed in. Then he moved to the other one. Once I was high enough, he closed the vial and threw it to the side. He started pumping into me, his rhythm quick and sharp. “Are you ready for another dose of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, jerking my cock. “You want my dirty load?” “Yes.” “You want me to infect you again?” “Yes.” “Don’t shoot without warning me,” he said. “I want to collect it in the bottle he said. You understand?” I nodded. He kept fucking me, my ass tearing open again. “There’s a lot of blood on my dick,” he said, smearing it on his fingers. He slipped his fingers into my hole along with is cock, resulting in a cry of pain from me. “That feel good?” “Yes, Daddy.” He pulled out his fingers and reached them out to me. “Taste your hole.” I stuck out my tongue as he reached his fingers inside my mouth. I could taste my cum, my ass juices, and my blood. All together, it tasted amazing. “I’m going to cum, Daddy,” I moaned, my hand picking up its pace on my cock. Dominic grabbed the water bottle and did his best to hold the opening to my piss slit. “I’m cumming,” I cried. “I’m cumming.” “Do it. Shoot your first poz load.” I cried as my cock shot out ropes of cum into the bottle, hitting the back and pooling inside. After nearly twelve pulses from my cock, my orgasm subsided, leaving me panting for breath. “Fucking hot,” Dominic said, holding the bottle up to his eyes. “Now, I want you to drink it the moment I start coming. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, taking the bottle and holding it close. Dominic continued to fuck my ass, his pace speeding up as his breathing became shallow. “Here it comes,” he said, his eyes locked on mine as I lifted the bottle to my mouth. “Are you ready? I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” I poured my poz load into my mouth, holding it over my tongue, savoring the flavor of what I would soon taste every time I came. Dominic’s body shook until his orgasm subsided. His chest was heaving. I watched the hairy beast of a man who had pozzed me with wonder. Never had I imagined wanting to be with anyone as much as I wanted to be with Dominic. He was everything a man should be. He was perfect. For a brief moment, I realized something that both scared me and filled me with the greatest happiness. I believed Dominic was the one person I could truly love. The fuck flu lasted several more days. Once I was feeling good enough to move around on my own, I insisted that Dominic return to work. “You’ve got bills to pay,” I told him. “I’ll be back tonight,” he said. “Have your jock on, ready to fuck.” “I will.” “Do you think you’ll feel better in time?” he asked. “To fuck?” “No,” he said, smiling. “For your job? Remember, you’re a man of God.” “Oh,” I said, admittedly forgetting all about the church. “I don’t know. Maybe.” “Could be hot,” he said. “I’d love seeing you up there preaching, knowing that I converted your ass but no one else knows.” “There’s no way anyone can know, right?” “You don’t have the biohazard symbol on your forehead,” he said. “Speaking of which, once we get you tested, do you want a biohazard tattoo?” “I never thought about getting a tattoo,” I told him. “Show me yours.” Dominic smiled. “You just want me to undo my pants and lift my shirt.” “I like seeing your body,” I told him. He undid his pants and lifted his shirt, revealing his tattoo. Admittedly, it did look hot. Knowing what it meant, knowing that it was proof of him being poz, being dangerous, it intensified his sexiness hundredfold. I reached out and pressed my hand against the tattoo, feeling his warm skin. “You’re getting me hard,” he said. “And you know I don’t have time to fuck.” “I’ll think about the tattoo,” I said. “If I say yes, will you do it?” “I wouldn’t have anyone else,” he said, kissing me. “What about a Prince Albert?” “You know I don’t know what that is.” “If I don’t tell you, it’ll be easier to get you to do it.” “Like when you converted me?” “Exactly.” “What is it?” “It’s a piercing,” he said. “It’s a metal ring through the head of your dick.” Just the idea made me wince. “I don’t think so.” “Could be hot.” “Keep thinking that.” “Fine,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”

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.

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10. Nathan Of course, I took some pictures as the three men jumped into the pool. As I continued to take pictures of them playing in the water, I tried to take stock of the past week and everything that had happened. On paper, I had made major decisions, and radically changed the nature of my most important relationships: with my brother, with my nephew, with one of my best friends, and most critically, with my husband. But none of these changes felt bad or wrong to me. As I watched the casual intimacy the boys shared frolicking in the water, it felt more like I had just grown up more. Alan had talked about how infecting me was a major milestone in his life and helping Jason become poz had forced me to develop as a man as well. Greg would be exactly the same. It wasn't just Greg that was getting changed; it was myself as well. "Boo! Stop over-thinking whatever you are worried about and join us in here," Jason called out to me. I put down my camera and joined my men in the pool. Before I had even adjusted to the water, I was in the middle of a warm, safe, masculine circle. Our hands were exploring each other's now-familiar bodies, our tongues were intertwined, and our love for each other was exposed. For me, it was a moment of pure joy. I didn't want it to end. Of course, joy like that couldn't last forever. One by one, we got out of the water. We dried off and helped each other to some more sunscreen. Our afternoon drifted pleasurably onwards, interrupted by an fresh joint being passed around, a new round of beers, and swapping magazines to read. As the sun began to set, Sean announced that he needed to get back home and get ready for the evening. The three of us remained, sometimes talking, sometimes just reading, and sometimes letting a hand linger a moment too long on an exposed pec or butt. While Greg napped in the warm California dusk, Jason found some salmon in the fridge and started to grill it. I mixed some cocktails for us. Dinner was a leisurely affair outside. Afterwards another joint appeared and was passed between Greg and I while all three of us lounged in the hot tub. As the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon and the night grew cool, we retired into the bedroom. Although we hadn't done much that day, we were tired out from the sun and the sex. We could barely stay awake through some movie we had found. Greg was the first to sleep, nestled between Jason and myself with his head against my chest. Jason was next to fall asleep, his arm wrapped across Greg and holding onto my thigh. When the two of them were gently snoring, I extricated myself to turn off the TV, and shut off the lights. It took me much longer to get to bed. I was still thinking about how everything had changed, and how it would all change again tomorrow. I had to drop Greg off at school, and then return to our home. I wondered how Greg would think back on this week. Would he have the same fond memories I had? I awoke with a start. It was still dark out and Greg was still next to me. However, from the way he was pressing against me and his gasping for air, I quickly realized that Jason was fucking him. I had a momentary pang of jealousy, that Jason had started something that I wasn't involved in. But, I realized that the jealousy was small and petty of me. I had brought Greg into my small family, and I had never asked Jason's opinion. That Jason was so willing to share our love with Greg was something I had to be thankful for. "Please, Uncle Jason," Greg was repeating. It was hard to tell if he was saying it from pleasure or pain. His voice was tense and I knew, no matter how gentle Jason tried to be, Greg's hole was still the raw and tender ass of a novice. I reached to the bed table, and found a bottle of poppers. "Here, boy," I whispered into his ear. I wrapped an arm around him and held him close. "Sniff," I said, as I held the bottle under his nose. "It will make it feel good again." Greg didn't need me to tell him twice, and inhaled deeply. "Good boy," I said, as we locked lips and my tongue slid into his mouth. As the poppers diffused through my boy's body, Greg slowly relaxed. His plaintive cries to my husband no longer had the same edge of pain to them. He got comfortable in his place as a bottom for my man. "Please, Uncle Jason, maybe not so hard?" he asked, knowing that it was just the poppers which were masking the pain he had been feeling. I held Greg close to me, feeling each one of Jason's thrusts into his body. I handed the poppers to Jason, and let him do a long hit. "I'm sorry, Greg," Jason said. "This is what you said you wanted. And this is what you need." He handed the poppers back to me, and I immediately held them back under Greg's nose. "What you deserve." "Take it, boy. Take my husband's cock. Take his cum. Take his virus," I said, interrupting each sentence with a deep, slow kiss. "Make me proud, boy. Make my Jason happy." "Please," Greg begged again. He was almost whimpering in pain, but neither Jason, Greg nor myself made any effort to stop the harsh and relentless fuck Jason was delivering. This was a fuck that Greg had to take, if was going to get what he wanted so badly, if he was going to become a man like Jason or myself. "Make me proud of you Greg," I said, giving him another hit of the poppers. "I want you to be my hot poz boy. Our beautiful, infected boy." "Please Uncle Jason," Greg cried. The poppers were now taking full effect and he was now saying things I knew he just barely meant. "Fuck me hard. Pound your raw cock in me, and shoot me full of your poz cum. Make me your boy." He was crying now, crying from pain, crying from pleasure, crying from the sadness of a dream being realized, and crying from the pleasure of a fantasy coming brutally true. "You want it boy? You want my poz load up your raw ass?" "No, I don't," said Greg. I could feel his tears on my face from him, but I made no effort to stop Jason. "I don't want it. But I want to be a real man. Just like Uncle Nathan. Just like you. I want it from you. I want you to give it to me." He was barely coherent, a mixture of pleasure, desire, pain and raw fear driving his every action and word. "Please," he finally said, repeating it over and over like a mantra. "Take it boy," Jason moaned, thrusting his cock hard into Greg's young hole. I could hear it in his voice how his cock was stiffening and spurting and how the dirty cream was dripping into Greg to take root there. "Fucking take my poz load," Jason said, each word another agony-inducing thrust into Greg's body. Again, all Greg could do in response was to whimper, and beg. "More," he said. "More cum. More virus. In me." His body might have been shaking, but his cock was hard as a rock thrust up against my body. "Please," he repeated endlessly, as Jason's orgasm subsided. Even though Jason was clearly exhausted from his efforts, he managed to pull his cock out and turn Greg around. My penis had been erect from the moment I had woken up, and I didn't hesitate to line it up with Greg's cum-drenched raw hole. "You're going to take my husband's cock now," Jason said, between deep breaths. "You're going to take his toxic load up there and you're going to let him infect you. It's probably going to hurt. No. It will hurt. But you need this. Understand, boy?" "Yes, Uncle Jason," Greg said. He was shaking and there were still tears running down his face. "Please, Uncle Nate, fuck me. Fuck me raw. Breed me. Make me your pozboy." My cock had already been dripping from feeling him pressed up against me while Jason had fucked him. Hearing him beg for my seed only made the drip worse and my cock harder. I pressed my cock against his hole. I didn't bother with lube, not even a bit of spit. For Greg's sake though, I was glad that Jason had used some lube on him, and, of course, he had just deposited a big load in Greg's hole. With just the sperm and remanants of lube to grease my penetration, Greg tensed up as my cock slid into his hole. "Popper up, boy," I said, loud enough for Jason to hear me. "You're going to need it." Jason held the bottle under Greg's nose and forced him to inhale the relaxing drug. As the poppers took effect, Greg relaxed just the slightest bit. I took the opportunity to ram my cock all the way into his hole. "Please," he begged, a low moan coming from him. Despite his obvious need, despite his clear desire, and despite the poppers, he had still struggled against my penetration. But I was past caring about him and his pleasure. All that mattered was my cock, to get it as deep as possible inside him, and to spray my virus over his raw and exposed guts. "Please, Uncle Nate, not so hard," he begged me again. "I'm not sure if I can take it." His pleading cries had an unintended effect on me. Rather than making me slow down and go easy on my nephew's hole, my hips sped up, thrusting my cock ever deeper into him. "Take my husband's cock," Jason whispered to him. "Take his poz rod. He's going to shoot his deadly sperm deep in your hole, whether you enjoy it or not." Jason turned towards me and continued, "Infect him, my hot Nathan. You infected me. Now do it to him. Make your nephew a real man, just like us." As he spoke, Jason held the bottle of poppers under my nose. If I did a hit off the poppers, I'd toe a fine line between rough, aggressive fucking and simple, brutal rape. But it wasn't me that was doing the thinking any longer. It was my virus that was doing all the thinking for me, and my HIV made the choice. I inhaled deeply. "I'm sorry, Greg," I managed to whisper, before the illness and the poppers completely took over my body. I slammed my cock into him, feeling the collected ass juices, lube, and sperm squish around. It just barely smoothed out my pounding. I didn't care. My cock was in charge, only caring about its own pleasures and happiness. Greg had become my sex toy for the week. I had stopped caring if I broke my toys while I played. "Please, Uncle," Greg begged. "Not so deep. Or so hard." I had my arms wrapped around him, holding him in place. It let me pound deep into his body. I could feel each of his tiny squirms as he tried to avoid my cock, each tiny shudder of his body as my death stick found an untouched part of his tender hole to defile, and each tiny gasp of air as he forced himself to go well beyond his limits. I didn't want to do this to my hot nephew, to my beautiful boy, to my beautiful god son, but I couldn't help myself. Besides, it wasn't me who was doing the fucking any longer. It was my virus, passed down from man to man, in the brutal, aggressive sex that made it spread. His hole was so wet, so warm, and so perfect that I had to mark it with my seed. I held him tight, not letting him escape the relentless ass-pounding for even a moment. "Here," Jason said, holding the poppers under Greg's nose once more. "Breathe. It will help relax you. As much as anything can save you now." Jason pressed his body against Greg. He made sure Greg had no option but to snort the poppers and continue to take my cock. "Deep breath," Jason said. "Open yourself up. Let Nathan into your body. Let our seed fill you up boy, and let it take root deep in your body." The poppers slowly took over Greg's thoughts, then his actions. "Please. I want it so badly. But I don't know if I can take it any longer." Greg was forcing himself up against my cock, letting me get in a little deeper into his body. He was still sobbing. The poppers were hardly a match against the difficult and painful fuck. "Don't stop, Uncle. Please. Don't stop," he said, struggling to get out the words between sobs of pain. "I need this. I know it. But it's so hard." He gasped again. "Stop, Uncle. Please." Then there was a moment of quiet, a moment of utter ambivalence. "Give it to me. Harder," he said. The confusion, uncertainity and sheer need were easy to see in his face and hear in his voice. "It's ok," Jason said, cradling Greg's head in his hands. "It's ok to cry. It's difficult, I know. I went through it as well." I remembered the ordeal that Jason endured, how he cried from the pain, how he cried from the emotion, and how he cried from his relentless need to be fucked raw and bred full of Alan's life-altering virus. "Remember, it's not Nathan fucking your hole. It's the virus raping your ass and your body. It's the best way for you to get it." Hearing Jason work so carefully to convince Greg to take my infected dicksnot was a huge turn-on for me, and made me slam his hole even harder. Greg start to kiss Jason, and I knew he was looking for a distraction from what I was doing to his hole. As the two men made out, I nibbled on Greg's ear, telling him how good his raw hole felt stretched around my cock. I was starting to drip pre-cum into his hole, which made the fuck ever so slightly easier for him to take. "Please, Uncle Nate, fuck me," Greg moaned. "I need you to cum in me. I need your virus." "Good boy," Jason said. He held the poppers under Greg's nose again, and let the young man inhale. "Let it take over your mind. Let it drive you." Jason didn't take the bottle away from Greg, even after several deep breaths. For the first time since my cock had penetrated his hole, Greg relaxed fully in my arms. The poppers had finally had an effect on him. The secret was just to give the boy more and more of them. "You ok there, boy?" I asked. My mind had cleared a bit, and Alan's virus no longer had its iron grip on my actions. Although, I still wasn't sure if I could stop fucking Greg if he asked me to. His hole felt so good wrapped around my penis, and my balls were dripping pre-cum into his unprotected guts. "It hurts, Uncle Nate. It hurts a lot," he said. "But don't stop. Please, don't stop until you breed me." He paused, his body tense. He pushed back against my cock, letting me in fraction of an inch deeper. "I need it. I need your cock, your cum, your virus. And I need it even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts." Greg had a clarity that I hadn't heard in his voice before. It was a deeper understanding of his need. I wondered if he had already started the infection process. Maybe the virus had found purchase in his brain. I hoped that it had begun; he had wanted it so much. My cock was swelling, and I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. The darker part of my psyche, the part that the virus had long ago taken over and perverted to its own ends, wanted to make the fuck last as long as possible. This fuck was turning into a battleground between two animalistic halves of my nature: the side which sought pure pleasure that wanted to cum immediately, and the side which was dark and diseased that wanted to extend the pain and the ordeal as long as possible for Greg. I knew that this was probably the last load I was going to be able to fuck into Greg for quite a while, and I had to make sure that he got to college with plenty of the virus in his body. "Fuck it into his hole, love," Jason said. "You know he wants it. Feel how hard his cock is." Jason grabbed me by my torso, sandwiching Greg between us. He made sure that regardless of Greg's desires or wishes, he couldn't escape my cock or the eventual injection of toxic sperm. "Please, Uncle, I need it," Greg asked me, right before Jason kissed him again. I was past caring whether Greg wanted my load or not; my cock had already decided where it was going to shoot. "I love you Alan," I said, "I love you Jason. And I love you, Greg." Those were my last coherent words. My balls tightened up, and my hips thrust my dick deep into my nephew's young body. "Ugh, Please, Uncle, Please," Greg moaned. I couldn't tell if it was pain or desire that was driving him, either worked for me. I slammed my cock into him, again feeling that familiar tingle at the tip. It took only a few quick strokes more before the first spurt of my orgasm landed inside of the boy. "Thank you," Greg started to repeat, "Thank you." He could feel the warm, toxic seed landing in his hole, and his obvious happiness at the breeding only made me thrust harder and deeper into him. "Breed our boy," Jason urged me. "Fill him with your jizz. Your sweet and deadly jizz" I thrust my cock into Greg's hole again and again, each time injecting a fresh spurt of dirty cream into his hole. Finally, seemingly hours later, I was spent. I wondered when the next time I could bred Greg would be; the fast-approaching morning would be a bit rushed, and my balls were drained from the week's activities. "There's one last poz load for you, boy," I whispered into Greg's ear. "At least for a while." My cock was softening, but it was still hard enough for me to work the cum into his hole. "I hope we've given you enough." "Thank you. Fuck that was painful and intense," Greg answered. "But hot. I'm hard as a rock." I pulled my cock out of his hole, and he rolled onto his back. In the dim light of the bedroom, I could see his cock sticking up, glistening from pre-cum. "God, I have to get off," he said. As Greg spoke, Jason just barely stroked my arm. I knew immediately what he was thinking and together, we started to lick Greg's cock. We ran our tongues up and down his hard shaft, licking up the drops of pre-cum and teasing his dickhead. "Oh man, that's it," Greg moaned, his cock throbbing under our attention. "I'm gonna cum," he continued. I let Jason have the pleasure of swallowing Greg's head; I had already drunk from the tap, and wanted to share the pleasure. "Fuck," Greg moaned, grabbing Jason's head and holding him down on his shaft. "Fucking take my cum," he grunted, as spasms wracked his body. Jason kept his lips wrapped around Greg's cock, getting every drop of his sweet boy-jizz. Finally, when Greg's body had stopped shaking from the pleasure, I leaned in to kiss Jason. He had swallowed much of Greg's cum, but there were still a few drops for us to share. "Nice," I said, as Jason and I kissed and licked up the last few drops from his cock. Greg's cum wasn't as sweet as I remembered from the other times; it had a fresh spiciness that had been lacking before. It wasn't bad; it added complexity to an already amazing flavor. "So fucking tasty," I said, as Jason and I swapped the load back and forth. "Yeah," Jason said. We lay back down, Greg between us. All three of us began to make out, as the intensity from our orgasms faded, and the simple love for one another returned. I wrapped one arm underneath Greg, then rested the other on Jason, holding my two men fast and close, not trusting their safety beyond my grip. But my belief was deeply ironic, that I could ensure my men's safety. In truth, the most dangerous person for Greg was me. Around him, around me, neither of us could control our actions. Inevitably, this would lead to Greg's infection. Once more, it was Greg who fell asleep first, his breathing getting slower and deeper. "That was fucking amazing," Jason said quietly, whispering over our sleeping boy. "Was it like this when you pozzed me?" "Yeah, it was," I said. "I'm glad we could share this." "Me too. I love you," Jason said. He kissed Greg's sleeping face delicately. "And I'm falling in love with you too, boy," he said to our sleeping young man. "I'm glad this happened," I said. "I'm happy you're part of him now." We didn't speak again as we fell asleep; we didn't have to. We had lived together long enough to understand each other perfectly and to know what each other was thinking. It was enough to feel each other's skin, to feel the warm boy between us, to know our sperm and our virus were invading his body. Tangled together, a physical manifestation of our growing emotional bonds, we three slept soundly. In the morning, I woke up first and carefully extricated myself from the warm mass of bodies in the bed. I didn't expect the two younger men to wake up for some time, so I took the relative quiet time as my time to go for a run. The exercise helped to clear my mind, and get me prepared for the day. I knew it was going to be crowded and hectic at move-in. There was also one other trip that Greg and I had to do, one that would be even harder emotionally than any I had done in a long time. Even after I came back from my run, it didn't look like either Greg or Jason had stirred; they were still had their arms around each other, sleeping soundly. I did my best to be silent as I stripped down and went into the bathroom. The warm shower felt good, washing off the last bits of lube from the previous night, plus all the sweat and grime from both sets of my early morning exercises: the fuck and the run. While I was in the shower, Jason had woken up. I realized it as he pressed his body against mine when he joined me in the shower. "You feel good," he said. "Good run?" he asked, running his hand along my body. "Yeah, it was." I turned to face him, and we started to kiss. "It's nice to be back with you," I said. "I missed you. And I missed this as well." His cock still had that pleasurable stiffness of morning wood as I wrapped my hand around it. "I want it inside me." "Tonight, boo," he said. "I want to put it inside you too. Not to say I haven't enjoyed breeding Greg." "Yeah, I know." We were quiet as our tongues explored each other's mouths and our bodies rubbed against each other. "You think he's going to be ok?" I finally asked. "I think so. I hope so. He seems to know what he wants." "Yeah, he does. And he has been determined to get it. I'll tell you the whole story later. But, I worry he'll change his mind. I don't want him angry at us in a year for the things the virus made us do." "Who knows," Jason said. "He's still young. I suppose that is what we need to be worried about. But too late now, huh?" "Right," I said. We washed each other off, then stepped out and dried off. "Fuck," Jason said, finally noticing and caring about the clock. "I gotta run. Real life intrudes" He dressed quickly, and grabbed a protein shake on his way out. "Give Greg a kiss for me. Or more," he said as he headed off to work. I looked at the time as well, and realized that we needed to get going soon as well. "Time to get up," I said, gently shaking the sleeping boy. He had looked so peaceful and innocent lying in the morning sun. I hated to interrupt that slumber, but I was the responsible adult. I wanted to get to the dorms early, before the rush started. "Is it time?" he asked, sleepily. "Unfortunately," I said. "Shower? Are you ok?" "Ok? Why do you ask?" he replied. "Well, last night. It was rougher than you might have wanted." "No. It was what I needed. And it wasn't you. It was your virus." He coughed as he stood up out of bed. "I feel like I'm getting a cold. Must be from all the switches between the desert, air conditioning and back again," he said. He grabbed a towel and went in to take a shower. Was it truly a cold? Maybe one of the many loads we had pounded into him had finally taken root. After the quick shower, he got dressed quickly, and we had a quick bite to eat. "Ready?" he asked me. "Oh yeah. But I think I should more ask you that. It's a big day for you." "I am," he said. "Let's get it started." We climbed into the SUV. "I want to take you somewhere first," I said. "It's a only a bit out of our way. And it's important. For both of us." Instead of taking the interstate to the campus, I headed towards an older part of town. Since this was California, older was very relative; it had been built in the 1920s. Even though I hadn't gone to our current destination in a few months, I could never forget how to get there. Muscle memory quickly took over, and it made all of the familiar, painful turns through the shady streets. In a few minutes, we reached our destination, a small plot of green in the middle of an older neighborhood. In the years since I had been coming here, the neighborhood had changed. When I first had to come here, it was all first generation blue-collar immigrants, but the craftsman bungalows were slowly selling to a younger, professional crowd. Since the last time, there were more rainbow flags waving in the bright morning sun. I parked the SUV, found the rocks I had gathered in that gas station in New Mexico, and the two of us got out. "What is this, Uncle Nathan?" Greg asked me. He fell silent when I didn't say anything. I led him to a pair of black gates set in a low stone fence. There was a gold Star of David topping each of the gates, and I could just barely see the stones on the other side. "Alan," I said. I opened the gates, and the gravestones stretched across the small field. We were both silent as I walked to the plot. "Here it is," I said, standing in front of the marker. It read very simply, "Alan Knight. August 30, 1954 - Sept 10, 2001. 1 Elul 5714 - 22 Elul 5761." There were still two pebbles on the top; I had found them on a beach in Greece in the spring. "Here," I said, handing Greg one of the New Mexico rocks. He knew the traditions of our tribe, and placed his stone next to the others. "Yitgadal vyitkadash," he started to say quietly. I placed my rock next to his, and joined his barely audible prayer. Together, we wrapped our arms around each other. Even in the hot California summer, there was a chill. The simple body contact helped to warm us. "Aleinu v'al kol Israel vimru," we concluded. "Amen," Greg said. He turned and hugged me. I was trying not to cry; I still missed Alan. I'd always miss him. I wanted him to be here so badly. I wanted him to see what kind of man Greg had grown into. Knowing that Alan would approve, we kissed slowly. "I wish I had known him better," Greg finally said. "You'll always carry a bit of him in you," I said. I had initially meant the memory of my amazing man, but for the two of us, it was always going to be much more complex than just simple memories. "I know," Greg said. "I'm glad that I have that part of him." We kissed again, chaste, yet intimate. "This has been an amazing week," Greg said. He sniffled a bit, and I saw that his eyes were red and puffy like mine. I wiped my eyes; I didn't want Greg to know how close I was to breaking down in tears. "Now, let's get you moved into college, young man," I said. We walked out of his resting place, back to the SUV, and drove off towards the dorms.

2. Greg I couldn't stop staring at the man between my legs. I was in heaven; this handsome older man had just finished fucking me, shooting his sperm into my vulnerable young hole. Not only had he bred me, he was my father's brother, my own flesh and blood. I had been dreaming of this for months, trying to make it happen. I had carefully planted the seed in my dad's mind of Uncle Nate driving me to college on the other side of the country. Once that had worked out, I had made sure that Uncle Nate had been too horny to think with anything but his cock. It had gone almost as I had dreamt of, he hesitated only briefly before plunging his raw cock into my virgin hole. I hadn't been lying when I told him he was my first. I had fucked some guys, but some intuition had made me wait for someone special to be the first guy to screw me. Uncle Nate certainly qualified and I was glad I had waited. "You ok?" he asked me. I must have zoned out a bit, thinking about what I had just done. "Great. Sorry, I guess I spaced out there. What you thinking about for dinner?" I asked. "Get some pizza and beer, and bring it back here?" "Perfect," I said. I finally moved, getting off the bed and wandered to the window. I pulled the shade back, looking out into the evening sun, golden but strong. I knew it would still be hot out. I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top. Nathan had also gotten off the bed, and was fumbling with his phone. "Pepperoni and mushroom good?" he asked me. "Sounds good," I said. He placed the order, pacing around the small room, still naked. "Fifteen minutes," he said. He rummaged through his bag, and grabbed a jockstrap and like me, a pair of cargo shorts. "This is going to be a fun fit," he said, as he pulled on the jockstrap. It only barely contained him. His cock was still thick and slightly hard. It strained against the threadbare fabric of the pouch. My ass twitched at the sight of him filling out the jockstrap. I felt his jizz deep in my hole and knew it was slowly soaking in. We continued to dress: I found my flip-flops, and he pulled on a black tank top. His chest hair still stuck out over the top of the tank, despite being carefully trimmed. I nearly pushed him back onto the bed and rode him once more. Not immediately fucking him again took a surprising amount of restraint on my part. He slipped into his sandals, then turned to me, and asked "Ready?" "Yeah," I said. With our near-matching outfits, there was enough resemblance between us that we looked like a father and his son. It was a nice thought, but I knew our relationship was now and forever closer than any father and son could dream of. We walked out into the hot, humid evening. "Damn," he said, "Still hot out." I nodded silently. I knew the black Land Rover would be baking. And I knew Nathan would be sweating soon. My cock twitched at the thought of how he would smell in a few minutes. I wanted him on top of me, his cock buried in my hole, my face buried in his sweaty chest. "I'll drive," I offered. "Sure. I can get us to the pizza place." He tossed me the keys, and we got in the car. I opened the sunroof a crack, enough to get a bit of air as the air conditioner struggled in the heat. We pulled out onto the street, and drove towards town. It took us about five minutes to get to the pizza place. In a non-descript strip mall, there was a party store at one end. "You want to get the pizza, and I'll get some beer?" Uncle Nate asked. He handed me a twenty, and we went our separate ways. Surprisingly, the pizza was ready when I walked in. I paid, and took it back to the car. I popped the back and pawed through one of my many bags. I knew what I wanted for the evening, a small bag with some rolling papers, a lighter, and most importantly some weed. I was pretty sure Uncle Nate would be cool with me getting stoned and would probably even join me. And, if he was at all like me, I knew the weed would make him horny. With just a bit of luck, he would fuck me at least one more time that night. Uncle Nate came back right as I found the bag it was all in. "Looking for something?" he asked. "Yeah, I found it," I said. "You mind driving?" "Not at all." I threw him the keys. As we climbed in, he put the six pack of beer in the back seat with the pizza. Once on the road, I opened the bag and pulled out the glass jar of weed. "Cool?" I asked. I opened the glass, letting the herbal fragrance fill the car. I held the glass jar up, letting see how full it was. "Oh, very nice, Greg," he said. "I could use some of that. And it smells damn good." I closed the jar, and put it back in the bag. We were quiet the short way back to the motel. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence; we had talked during most of the day's drive. There was much more we both wanted to talk about, but the car was an uncomfortably public area in which to talk about those matters. We both knew that no one could hear us, but still, the proximity of all the other drivers was disconcerting. I grabbed the beer and weed, and he carried the pizza into the room. He put it on the small table, and put some slices on a plate for the tow of us. I had a joint already rolled. I handed it and the lighter to him as I started rolling another one. He did a toke from it, and broke down coughing. "It's been a long time for me," he said, taking a swig of the beer. "And it's strong stuff," I said. He handed me the joint, and I took a hit. "How long has it been for you?" I asked. "Let me think." Uncle Nate paused, coughed, then continued. "Nearly six months. Jason had random drug tests, so we've had to keep ourselves clean for a bit." He sat down in the chair opposite me, the pizza between us. I handed him the joint, and he took another hit. While I finished making two more joints, we passed the first one back and forth. "One for the road tomorrow," I said, as I put one joint away with the rest of the weed. The pot was starting to hit me. I opened my beer, and took a swig. Between us, we finished up the joint, and most of the pizza. We were just staring at each other, relaxed and comfortable. Finally, I broke the silence. "How long have you been poz?" I asked. "A long time," he said. "Let me think." He leaned back, and I could see him counting the years. "Just about twelve years now," he said. "I used to know it cold. But I've grown used to it. Almost seems normal now." "Do you know who gave it to you?" I asked. "I mean, how you got it? If you don't mind me asking?" "No, it's fine. Yeah, I do. Alan. He gave it to me." "Uncle Alan?" "Yeah" I didn't know what to say. My earliest gay fantasies were about Uncle Nate and Uncle Alan. When Alan had died, I was nearly fourteen. I was still young, still confused enough about my sexuality to wonder if my desires and fantasies had caused his death. I remember Nate being devastated at the funeral. I wanted to comfort Uncle Nate, but I was too scared and too confused to know what to do. Even years later, I remember the pain in his voice when I talked to him on the phone. Not until Jason did the pain go away. "Did you know he was poz?" "Yeah, I did. He even convinced me to let him infect me." We were silent again, the pot now hitting us both hard. And I was trying to assimilate the news. It changed my perception of Uncle Alan, made him seem even hotter, more of the man I wanted to be. "It bound us together, more than I could have ever expected or understood." His story was making me horny. I shifted in my chair, trying to adjust my cock. "And you?" he asked. "Why do you want it?" It was my turn to be quiet. I had to put together my thoughts. "Two reasons. Maybe three now." I picked up the fresh joint, and lit it, taking a long hit. I handed it to Uncle Nate. "And? They are?" he asked, before doing a drag off the joint. "Can I be honest?" I asked. He handed the joint back to me. "Of course," he said, exhaling the pot. "I've just fucked you raw, Greg. I just told you I let Alan infect me. I'm not going to get angry or think less of you now." "I've always fantasized about you and Uncle Alan," I said. I realized I was almost gasping for air. "You guys were my first jerk-off fantasy." Admitting it to Uncle Nate was scarier than I had imagined. I looked at him, looking for any response. "Go on," he said, his face inscrutable. "And once I found that movie, with Uncle Jason, Ben, and yourself." I paused, long enough to take a draw from the joint. I needed all the courage I could get, both real and inhaled. "I wanted to be just like you. Like Jason. And now I know, like Alan. I wanted to have a bit of you inside me. And to have a bit of Alan inside of me as well, well, that's just one more reason." He smiled. "I guess that's two of the three." I nodded. "What's the third?" he asked. I took a swig of beer. I knew the pot wasn't going to be enough, and that I would need some liquid encouragement for the next reason. "This one is darker," I said. "Maybe too dark?" Nate looked at me and smiled. He stood up, and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop to the ground. He stepped out of them and ran his hand over his tattoo. "I have this," he said. "That's whats on the outside. You've seen at least one of the movies. Just know my fantasies are even darker than those. You probably can't top me. Yet. So, let's hear it." "I've got four years of college," I said. "I want to see how many guys I can share it with while I'm there. Frat boys. Jocks. Nerds. All of them." "Poz them?" Uncle Nate asked. He took the joint from me and did another hit. "Yeah," I nodded. Uncle Nate sat back down, and adjusted his jock. It was straining against the fabric, and had gotten noticeably harder as we had been talking. "The idea has woken up your cock, Uncle." "Damn, Greg. You're a fucking hot boy, with a dark and twisted mind." He smiled at me, as he took off his tank top. "I'm totally boned at the idea. How many guys have you fucked already?" "Just a few. Maybe six or eight?" I said. I followed Nate's lead, and took off my tank top. I tossed it into a corner. "Hot, twisted, and a good start at being a slutty boy to boot," he said. "And a twisted slut boy like you needs another load in your sweet virgin hole." "You got it, Uncle Nate," I said. I kicked off my flip flops, pulled down my shorts, and jumped onto the bed. The lube and poppers were already in place. Nate pulled his jock off to the side, his hard cock springing free and sticking straight out in front of him. "Don't hold back this time. Hard, deep, intense, and raw," I said. "And I mean hard." Nate jumped on top of me, placing my legs on his shoulders, and his cockhead right against my ass. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and held them under my nose. "You'll want these," he said, as I inhaled deeply. After me, he did a hit. I could feel the moist tip of his cock right against my hole. "Please, Uncle Nate," I said, staring into his face. "Nail me. Infect me." He leaned in close, kissing me deep. His cock pushed in, opening me up. As his cock slid into me, I heard him whisper, "I love you Alan." In a single forceful stroke, he pushed the rest of his cock into me. I took a moment to get used to him filling me up again. Then the poppers took over, and I just enjoyed his cock fucking me. As we settled into a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I asked, "Do you miss him?" He was quiet, and slowed down his pounding of my hole. Then, finally, he said, "Every single day." This time, it was Nathan who started to cry, his eyes welling up with tears. "He always liked you. I remember how proud he was of you at your Bar Mitzvah. He'd be so happy of who you've grown into. He would have wanted to be here so much." "He is here," I said. It sounded trite, but it was how I felt. It wasn't just Uncle Nate's cock that was in my ass. I could feel Alan's cock pounding my hole, at least in spirit. I reached around and grabbed Nate's heavy balls. "And especially here." "Let's get that load where it belongs," Nate said, thrusting into me even harder. "Into your tender young hole." He wasn't holding back any longer. He put his full weight into the fuck, forcing his cock deep into my hole. I wanted to slow him down a bit, make him take it easy on my ass. But then he hit a pool of cum buried inside of me, and spread it all over my hole. I was going crazy from the sensations deep inside of me, his deadly sperm was tweaking my mind. Instead of reaching down to hold him back, I reached down and spread my cheeks apart, letting him get in just a magical bit deeper. "Just like that, Uncle Nate," I begged. "Give it to me." I didn't want him to stop, and Nathan clearly didn't want to stop either. He kept on pounding my hole for what seemed like hours, not once letting up or slowing down. I glanced at the clock and realized he had been fucking me for over fifteen minutes. He was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the relics of the non-stop pounding. Suddenly, he pulled out of me. "On all fours, Greg," he said. I flipped over as fast as I could, arching my back, wanting nothing more than him back in me as soon as possible. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit, right as his cock slid back into me. He took the bottle of lube and squirted some on his hand, then reached around and grabbed my cock. I was already hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum for a while. His touch was electric, and I thought I was going to cum right then. "Oh fuck, Uncle, that feels good." My cock got hard at just the sight of a bit of exposed man flesh. I had no defense against a man like Nathan actually stroking my tool. I started to drip pre-cum immediately. "Not too hard," I said. "I don't want to shoot before you've bred me again." "Don't worry boy," Uncle Nate answered. "I've had years of experience keeping horny boys on the edge." With one hand, he continued to stroke my cock, keeping me right at the brink of orgasm. I could only think about two things, first his cock in my hole, and second his hand on my cock. Involuntarily, I found myself pushing back against his shaft, trying to get him deeper into me. "Right on, Greg," Nathan said, "Fuck yourself on my cock." Nathan kept his other hand on my waist, guiding me onto his cock. Between our efforts, the strokes were deep and forceful. He was ripping me in two, but I didn't care. I loved every second of his assault. I wanted every inch of his powerful tool inside of me. "Please Uncle," I begged, "Cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." I thought for a second. "No, I need your load." "Not quite yet, Greg," he answered. "We've got to plow that virgin hole a little more. Make sure you're good and ready and raw before I shoot my magic sperm in you." He was thrusting in and out hard, poking his cock into me at all different angles. Masterfully, he explored new parts of my body. Under his assault, I was squirming, but it was hard to tell if I was more trying to avoid his cock, or meet it halfway. "I want my seed to have a fertile place to grow." He pulled out his cock once more. "Get on your back again," he said. I flipped over. "I want to see your face when you shoot for me," he said. He didn't even wait for me to get totally comfortable before his cockhead was back in me. It was like being on a spit, slowly spinning around on the axis of Nathan's penis. "I'm right on the edge, Uncle. I can't last much longer," I said. My cock was dribbling pre-cum like crazy, getting it all over my stomach and pubic hair. The one peril of my plan to keep Uncle Nate on edge over the past few days was that he wasn't the only one bursting with sperm. I needed to shoot just as badly, maybe even more. Nathan's dick was hitting all of the right spots, but he was carefully controlling and edging me, making sure I wasn't going to cum until he was ready for me to shoot. "You want another poz load in your boy cunt?" he asked me. His breath was hot and moist against my face, his face right next to mine. "You want Alan's virus inside of you?" "Please, Uncle. Give it to me," I answered. I knew if I felt his cock spurt inside me, I wasn't going to be able to hold off from cumming myself. Even without a fresh load from Uncle Nate in me, I couldn't hold back much longer. "I want it so badly." All I could think about was how good it would feel to have him shoot his load in me. I'd finally be connected to all these men, Uncle Nate, Uncle Jason, Uncle Alan, and all the men inscribed on Nathan's body. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit. I offered them to Nathan. He let me hold them under his nose as he inhaled. When he was done, I did one more hit, then let them fall on the bed beside us. The poppers hit both of us at the same time; Nathan pounded my hole even more forcefully. I was pushing up against him, trying to get as much of his shaft as possible inside of me. "I'm gonna breed you, boy," he said, his cock stiffening. "You going to shoot your clean and pure sperm for your uncle?" "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I can't last much longer." Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head, and his cock stiffened inside of me. "Fuck Boy! Take it! Take Alan's dirty virus!" I felt his hard cock spurt deep in me, warm jets of thick, fertile semen shooting into my hole. He was jerking my cock hard now, not caring if I got off now. "Let it fertilize you," he said. His dirty talking, together with him stroking my cock was getting me close. "Give it to me, Uncle," I said. It was my last coherent thought as my world narrowed down to two things: my raw ass getting pounded and my cock shooting all over my chest and stomach. Simultaneously, we shot our loads and all either of us could say between frantic, deep kisses were rough, animalistic grunts of pleasure. With each of Nathan's thrusts, his strokes were lubricated by his sperm, each stroke getting smoother and slicker. My own spurts of cum were landing on my shoulders, chest, and then finally on my abs. After what seemed like forever, we slowed down almost together. My cock was just dribbling the last of my sperm, and inside of me, Nathan's shaft was no longer pumping his poz cum into me. "Damn," I said. "I needed that." Nathan surveyed the damage. Large pools of milky white sperm were all over my chest and stomach. inside of me I knew there was a similarly sized pool of sperm. Uncle Nate leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he aimed lower. He licked up the pools of sperm, swallowing them hungrily. "Fuck, boy," he said, his goatee getting sticky and wet with sperm. We were both trying to catch our breath, the intense fuck having tired us out. Uncle Nate slid his cock out of my ass and collapsed next to me. He grabbed me, pulling me close to him. We kissed and I could taste my sperm in his mouth. It took a few more minutes of gasping for air, before I was finally able to talk. "Thank-you," I said. There wasn't anything else I needed or wanted to say.