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My husband is very demanding when it comes to sex between us. He only wants to jerk off together. Have sex together. And he’s very vanilla. I need sex more often and with others. I get bored with one partner. I love him but the control is too much. So today I made up a story to get away from my husband after work today. Met up with a bud off of grinder and stopped by his place. Had an hour or so since I canceled a meeting with a client even though my husband thought everything was on schedule. Met the guy, walked in and we made out. As soon as we got our clothes off we started sniffing the poppers and blowing each other. Could barely keep our hands off each other. We made out and played with each other like animals before he finally slid his raw cock into me. He fucked me doggy at first then reverse cowgirl. I flipped around and fucked him for a bit doggy and he rode my dick. Finally he went back to fucking me doggy and got close and bred me. I could feel as he pumped about 10 shots into my hole. After he came, he started licking my nipples to help me cum, one of my biggest turn ons. I shot my load all over both of us. We got dressed and I called my husband on the way to the store, keeping my buddy’s load in me the whole time. When I got home, I kissed my husband with dick breath and I let my husband breed me. He wondered why I was so wet, but I went to the bathroom before we fucked and told him I lubed myself up for him. My husband is very vanilla and likes to “make love,” so it’s so hot knowing I have someone else’s seed in me as his raw dick is inside me. He has no clue what I’ve been up to while he’s working. He goes away for a few days at the end of the week. I’m gonna see how many loads I can take while he’s gone.

An Accusation The day after Jeffrey fucked Matt is much like any other day. Matt gets up, goes for a run, and goes to work. Matt is really conflicted all day. Matt knows it was risky to let Jeffrey fuck him bareback and cum in his ass. Matt also knows how turned on he was when he let the other bottom cum inside him. Matt has been horny all day thinking about Jeffrey fucking him and breeding him. Matt looks over at his computer desk and remembers thinking that he should have made Jeffrey wear a condom. He knew Jeffrey hadn’t been tested in almost a year, but Matt gave it up bareback anyway. Matt feels his ass and strokes his cock as he remembers how it felt taking Jeffrey’s bare cock as it slipped in his ass. Matt knows he should be more careful, but it turns him on to get fucked bareback. Matt wonders if he should go get tested soon. He knows letting another bareback bottom cum inside him could mean he was exposed to HIV or other STIs. Matt keeps stroking his hard cock and slips a finger in his ass. He is jerking off wondering if he will let the next guy fuck him bareback too. Matt is thinking about who the next guy might be – Paul, a college boy, a friend, a guy from the bar, a guy in the park, a guy he meets online. It could be anyone. FUCK! Matt cums. He pulls his fingers from his ass, releases his cock, and hops in the shower to clean off. In the shower, Matt is feeling anxious – why was he so turned on by Jeffrey fucking him bareback? Why was he so ready to let other men fucking him without condoms? – he knows how risky it is. Then he thinks about how much better it feels when the cock is in him skin on skin; how much smoother the fuck is. He is getting hard again thinking about it. The buzzer rings! Matt curses. He is in the shower, wet with a hardon. He thinks, maybe its one of the college boys he’s been letting fuck his ass. Excited, Matt hops out of the shower, wraps a towel around his waist and pads carefully to the buzzer. The buzzer goes off again before Matt can reach it. He is jarred by the noise and answers before drying off completely. He is surprised. It is the police asking for him by name and asking to be let in. Matt is surprised and his mind floods with possibilities – is his family ok, did he do anything wrong, and his heart beats faster as his stomach drops. There is a serious knock on his door. Matt, still in only a towel, dripping wet, answers the door. There are two policemen – a younger man and a slightly older man both in police uniforms. Matt says hello but before he can say anything else the younger policeman interrupts him. He asks for Matt by name and Matt says it is him. The younger officer says they received complaints of illegal activities on the premises. Matt is stunned. Before he can ask which activities, the younger officer continues. Matt listens as the policeman says they received many complaints about Matt receiving guests at all hours of the night, doors slamming, buzzers, drunk and high people in the hallways and calling his name from outside, and other noise complaints from Matt’s apartment. All these complains lead the police to believe that Matt is dealing drugs. The policeman says that dealing drugs is illegal and there are serious consequences for this illegal activity. Matt is stunned into silence. The officers can see Matt’s surprise. Matt stammers, almost chokes out, a response that it is not true. Matt insists as best he can that it isn’t true – he doesn’t deal drugs. He doesn’t do anything of the kind. The younger officer looks angrier as Matt keeps talking. The older officer says, if Matt consents to have his apartment searched right now, that this can all be put to rest. Matt knows this sounds wrong – letting the police in his apartment - and that he shouldn’t do it; but he feels stunned. Matt’s mind also races – could there be anything in the apartment that can get him in trouble. Matt is a clean freak so he knows he hasn’t found anything since one of the college boys left a baggie of weed a few weeks ago that Matt gave to Paul. Matt remembers to ask for something, but he is so nervous he can’t remember what it is. Matt says, don’t you need a piece of paper or something to search the place? The senior officer smiles and says, we would need a warrant to search your apartment but only if you refuse a voluntary search. We can quickly set this business of illegal drugs aside if you agree to a let us do a search. Matt anxiously agrees. The older policeman uses his radio to call in saying Matt has agreed to a voluntary search. He looks at Matt and says, “Thank you for agreeing to this search. Let’s put this matter to rest.” Matt nods his head and steps aside. The senior officer goes over to Matt’s desk and searches his desk drawers, feels under the drawers, looks around the desk and in a few bags. The younger officer goes to Matt’s closet and searches every pocket, shoe, bag and box; searches the bed, under it, and in each item under the bed. The senior officer is now sitting in Matt’s desk chair watching his partner search. The senior officer is watching Matt too. Matt is still damp and in his towel. The senior officer feels certain that there are no drugs in this place. He knew pretty much as soon as he saw the anxious, clean cut twink shaking as he answered the door that there were no drugs here. The younger officer is thorough. If there are drugs here, he will find them. He is in the kitchen now, searching every box of food. The senior officer thinks this will take another 10 minutes or so because it is not easy to conceal much in cheap studios like this one. The senior officer has been stationed at this precinct twice in his career – once at the beginning of his career and after 5 years in a rougher part of the city he is glad to be back. He remembers when these buildings were a dump, but the gays moved in and turned the neighborhood around. “The gays,” how funny the senior officer thinks the term is since it applies to him. The senior officer is a good looking man in edging 40. His hairline is receding, he has a pleasant and athletic face, and a body of a man who continues to work out. The officer tried dating men his own age, but it is isn’t easy with so many men in his age group dying in the last decade or so. HIV has ravaged the community. Luckily for this officer, there is a new batch of gay boys in the neighborhood willing to give it up for a 9 inch cock. He loves how they squirm. The older officer is thinking of this as he reopens one of Matt’s desk drawers – he sees the lube on top, a couple toys, and underneath the lube and toys are variety of condoms. Out of instinct, he re-checks the trash can which has some papers and other items in it but no condom wrappers. The officer smiles. Almost every bottom the officer has fucked in the last 10 years has asked him to wear a condom. Recently though, a few of the young ones are less careful. He’s been able to dump his load in a few horny college boys in the last two years. The officer’s dick starts to plump as he remembers how good it feels to have a young ass wrapped on his cock without a barrier between them. The officer looks at Matt carefully again and thinks he has figured out Matt’s late night popularity. Matt looks scared and the officer thinks that while Matt isn’t stupid; he’s not exactly street smart either. He is sexy though – tight runners body, fresh haircut, clean shaved face, and the towel he is wearing doesn’t hide his tight, high ass. The officer is woken from his gaze by his partner saying that he is done searching the apartment. The officers stand together and thank Matt for his cooperation. The senior officer says, “Matt, thank you for letting us search the apartment. We did not find any drugs. However, can you explain all the late night activity to me?” Matt is anxious again, but he asks when the complaints happened. The younger officer pulls a notepad, flips a few flimsy pages and says, “The complaints began January and picked up in March and April.” At this point senior officer puts a hand up and says, “I have been doing this work for decades. This is a lively neighborhood. There are a dozen bars just a couple blocks away. This many and the variety of the complaints are not just a fun loving, young man enjoying life. What is going on in this apartment?” Matt bites his lip and rubs his sweaty hands on his legs. He decides a little bit of truth can’t hurt. “I’ve been exploring my freedom a bit too much I guess. I come from a conservative hometown and this community….well….uh…it’s given me a freedom. And….um…..I’ve met a lot of good guys.” Matt pauses. He looks at the officers, sees the older man looking back at him and there is a flicker of understanding on his face. Seeing that understanding on his face Matt continues, “And I have had guys back to my apartment to have sex. I hadn’t realized how noisy we were downstairs or in the hallways. I apologize for the noise in the public areas. I guess I also hadn’t realized how often it was happening. It doesn’t feel that often when you are doing it.” The officers look at each other, step back, and the senior officer says something to the junior officer. The younger officer nods and turns to Matt saying, “Thank you for letting us do the search.” The younger officer turns and leaves the apartment. The remaining officer asks Matt to sit down. The policeman sits back down at Matt’s desk. Matt sits on the bed facing Mr. Donald. Matt is nervous and wonders why the policeman is still in his apartment. He starts explaining more about the noise. The officer is almost going to let the nervous twink keep babbling, but he has heard enough. The sexy boy is just having a slut phase. However, the officer can’t help himself. He wants to let the sexy twink squirm a bit and wants to test his hunch about Matt. He opens the desk drawer with the condoms, toys, and lube and says, “Matt for a guy having sex with a lot of guys, your story isn’t adding up. The most recent noise complaints were from last night. I see lube, unopened condoms, and toys here; but I don’t see any used condoms in the garbage. Even if you flushed the condoms, there would be opened condom wrappers in the garbage can. If your story was true, wouldn’t there be at least a few open condom wrappers around?” Matt blushes deep red. He is so embarrassed. He looks down at his hands and says, “Not if we didn’t use condoms. That’s why there aren’t any open condom wrappers in the garbage.” Matt doesn’t see the officer’s smile. The officer now tests the hunch that Matt is a bottom boy. While feigning concern, he asks, “Matt are you telling me that you let men fuck you bareback?” Matt says, “Yes.” The officer’s cock plumps almost all the way hearing the shy affirmative response. The officer moves from the desk chair and sits next to Matt on the bed. He says, “Matt, I’m going to say a few things to you. I’ve been around a long time. As a top, I totally understand. It feels so much better when a bottom lets me slip in him bareback. I just haven’t done it very often because so many people have gotten sick.” Matt feels the officer’s arm on his bare shoulder and hears the non-judgmental honest words. Still embarrassed Matt offers, “I was always so careful, but then one night I went home with a guy, and it just slipped in bareback. We should have stopped and used a condom, but I was drunk, and it felt so amazing that I told the guy to keep fucking me. I tried for a while to use condoms, but it just feels so much better bareback that it’s hard to resist.” Matt is getting really turned on telling the story. The officer rubs Matt’s shoulder as he listens to him. He says, “You know it isn’t safe for you right? As the bottom it is riskier for you to get fucked bareback than it is for the top fucking you bareback. Are you doing this with one man or with a few?” Matt sheepishly looks at the policeman, who is looking at him with genuine concern and Matt responds, “I have done it with a few guys. But I try to only take it bareback from guys who show me their test results.” The officer rubs Matt’s bare shoulders and says, “You’re right Matt. It is hard to resist. I like it when a bottom lets his inhibitions go and gives in to a bareback fuck. I get so turned on when that happens. Too bad more bottoms aren’t like you.” Matt looks at the policeman and sees the understanding, but also sees something else – a hunger. He knows that look. This officer wants him. Matt spreads his legs a bit and says, “Is it slutty of me to let guys fuck me bareback?” The officer sees the twink is now in heat, he slides his hand up Matt’s thigh and leans in to kiss him. Matt kisses the man back and feels his body under the uniform shirt. Matt feels himself laying back on the bed and the other man on top of him as they make out. The officer rubs his 9” cock on Matt’s bulge. He looks down at the twink and Matt unwraps the towel. The policeman gets up, starts taking off his shirt and says, “We gotta be quick.” Matt strokes his hard cock as he lays naked on his bed. He grabs the lube from the drawer, leaving the condoms still unopened and unused. Matt hands officer the lube and sits back on the bed. The officer applies the lube to his 9” cock. Matt sees how big it is and can’t wait to have that cock inside him. The officer pushes Matt back on the bed and lifts his legs. Matt watches as the big cock lines up to his ass. His new top expertly dribbles more lube on Matt’s hole. Matt wonders when the policeman was last tested. He has been so good about asking guys – until last night. But as the cock slides inside Matt’s ass; he forgets all about his question. Matt moans and adjusts as the cock invades his unprotected ass. The policeman comes in for a kiss and asks, “Do you let guys cum in your ass?” Matt’s ass is spreading for this man’s cock. Matt knows almost nothing about this man. Matt admits, “Yes, I love when men cum in me.” The policeman kisses Matt aggressively and starts sliding his cock back out. “Oh fuck that feels good,” Matt says as the cock slides back in his ass. Matt is loving how this cock is opening him up. He is moaning as the policeman rests his cock in Matt’s ass. Matt feels the cock pull out and slide back in. It feels so good bareback. The officer can’t resist playing with the twink’s mind and he says, “You don’t know me. You should really be asking me to wear one of the condoms in your drawer.” Matt keeps moaning and says, “I don’t want to use a condom.” The officer says, “Good bottom boy” and starts picking up the pace of his fuck. He says, “You ass feels so good. I am going to breed you soon.” Matt says, “Fuck yeah.” The policeman picks up the pace of the fuck some more, knowing he needs to hurry. This twink could be his son and he’s giving up his ass bareback; practically begging for it bareback. The officer smiles again at Matt and says, “Beg for my load.” Matt looks up at the man he just met less than an hour ago and says, “Breed me. Cum in my ass. I want your load. Please cum in me.” The policeman grabs Matt’s body, holds on tight and his cock explodes inside Matt’s unprotected ass. After a minute to catch his breath, the officer pulls his cock out of Matt’s ass. He slaps Matt’s ass and goes to the bathroom to clean up. When he comes out, Matt is still naked stroking his cock lightly. The officer gets dressed and says, “You can get fucked all you want. Take as much cum as you want. Just be discreet and not so noisy.” Matt says, “You have a great cock. I hope we can fuck again.” The policeman smiles at Matt and says, “You are a sexy slut. I bet if I got hard again right now, you’d ride my cock and milk another load out of me.” Matt gets off the bed and says, “Yup.” He rubs the man’s cock through his pants. The officer gently removes Matt’s hand and says, “Naughty twink.” He kisses Matt and says, “I have to go.” The police officer leaves Matt’s apartment. Matt realizes that he never asked the police officer whether he was positive or negative. Matt has always asked men that question before. Matt is stroking his hard cock thinking about the unknown load in his unprotected ass. As he does, his phone rings and it is one of his friends calling about the police car outside his apartment. Matt tells him about the search and drug dealing accusation. As Matt absentmindedly rubs his fingers on his freshly fucked ass, he tells his friend it was just a big misunderstanding and he worked it out with the police.

Just got back from a sniffies meet. He hit me up around 7 tonight and said if I want to have some fun. Looking at his pics a nice looking blackguy with a great cock. I texted him that he was really close by then saw his position move around. He said he was shopping at a home depot. He asked if i host. I said i dont. He asked to meet him at home depot parking lot since we were close. I saw his was moving back to the store. I jumped in the shower to clean fast inside the headed over. Got to the parking lot he told me lifted gray suburban suv at the back corner. I told him my car and as i was slowly driving i heard a beep as he waved to me. I parked next to him and he said jump in. So i did. I got in and we did our intros and said i dont live far and said ill take you home. We both chuckled. He put his hands on my leg and rubbed it to my bulge in my pants. He ask to see my cock so i slipped my sweats down as he grab my hard cock. He then opened his pants and pulled out a nice very black cock. I don't know why but i quickly got up over the console and started to suck his cock. He said wow boy, i didn't think you would be that fast. Your a horny white boy aren't you. I sucked and he moved the seat back. Thank god for tinted widows i wasn't thinking. As i was sucking he rubbed my ass and felt a finger going in my hole as he moved it around. I moaned a little as i was sucking. He said i need to get home. He started the truck and said keep sucking as we drove off. I kept sucking as he was driving for a little then he said stop so we dont crash. We got to his place. Small house and we parked. I asked anyone here he said maybe a friend. We got our pants adjusted and he led me into his place. I walked in and he pointed to a door and said go in there and strip. I opened the door and stripped and sat on the bed. I heard talking and him and his friend came in. His friend black and younger looked at me and said you do like the white boys to him. They stripped and came over to me pushed me on my back. His friend wasted no time to suck my cock. Then my new friend climbed on and said suck me like you did. So i grabbed his cock and sucked him and squeezed his balls as i sucked. A few minutes later both move off the bed and turned me over. They both told me to get my ass up so i got on all fours as one got to my head to suck and felt something get wiped on my hole. I felt my hole get stretched as he shoved his cock in me slowly then a big push and my head slammed into theothers crouch. He started to pump hard and fast pulling my hips to go deeper. I got my breath back after that thrust and was able to suck his friends cock. Got a good load at both ends. We got dressed had a beer then driven back to my car.

I remembered two things. This was all being filmed and I could send it to my west coast chaser to drive him even more insane. Chances were his drive to have me gift poz him would cloud his memory that when I did breed him it was a fake biohazard tattoo. I definitely wanted what I would next say recorded. "Zack you are 18. Until tonight you hadn't even sucked a cock. Now you've already been bareback fucked by a guy you hadn't even met before and his load is marinating in your ass. Don't you think you're moving a little fast?" "I'm eighteen, I'm supposed to be fuckin irresponsible. Fuck me. Breed me." "But Zack. You're not on PreP. " "Fuck PreP. Fuck condoms. I don't give a fuck what they said in sex Ed. They just didn't want me to have fun and pleasure. " Me again; "But I could knock you up Zack. I could infect you. Your first night of sex and you could have to live with it for the rest of your life. " Zack; "Yeah, yeah, exactly, that's what I want. That's what I need. I need a video of my first sex. Blow jobs, condom to bb fucking, getting bred and pozzed. Everyone that sees it knowing I’m 'no holes bared Zack!' I'm not leaving 'til I've been fucked and bred by all three of you. So let me come mount your beautiful big raw cock." I sat on the couch as he mounted my naked cock. As he did so I warned him one more time. "Zack ... Zack!" I pulled his head down and in for a kiss as he pushed down 'til I was balls deep. "Zack, do I have your attention?" "Fuck yeah daddy. Your big raw toxic cock balls deep in my unprotected negative til tonight virgin ass. Yeah I'd say you have my full attention." Frustration and excitement mixed in my voice; "This is your last chance to get off my poz canon. 'Cause after that I don't stop. I don't pull out. I will breed you poz!" "Fuck yeah daddy. Fuckin poz me up!" I've mentioned before, I'm way more a bottom than verse. So I don't lay on a very good fuck. In fact Zack was lucky I didn't blow my wad as he pushed on down. But I certainly blew the moment I heard the words 'poz me up'. My flesh canon blasted shot after shot up through Zack's ass and into his vulnerable guts. I was immediately aware of how disappointed I was that I wasn't really shooting positive ammunition into my prey. The poz friend needed no encouragement and gave no warnings. My sloppy cock was no sooner out than his huge snake was finding it's way in. Zack was clearly struggling but all he said was; "Yeah. Push it in. Rip my ass apart. Fuck me raw. Then your poz babies can get right into my blood. Claim me! Fuck me! Bleed me! Poz me!" It was one of the most intense fuckin poundings I had ever seen. The neck and shoulders of the poz guy just got darker and darker, redder and redder until he went into spasms, his huge cock drilled into Zack as deep as it could go. I could imagine I saw the firery load blasting into Zack, a huge radioactive infusion of every square inch of his vulnerable guts. Instant HIV infection the kids first 'night out '. Jeff had slid into me as we watched the pozzing fuck. I was getting a pretty damn good ride myself. The intensity of the drilling my ass received increased with the speed the colour changed for the poz guy's upper body. The moment the poz guy began convulsions, Jeff blasted in me, yelling "pozzing him! Breeding the virgin! Breeding him poz! Fuckin A, fawkin A, f'n A" You'd have thought he was cheering on a game winning goal. Thing was though, I knew what he felt. It was so fuckin exciting watching a literal virgin beg for and get impregnated Poz! I knew instantly I wanted, ... no, I needed a similar video of me knocking up Jeff, maybe even the young chaser from Scruff after I tortured him significantly with the 'pozzing of Jeff ' video. ... to be continued

Patient 2: Dario It started out with a cough. At first, Dario thought it was a cold that just wouldn’t go away. But when it lasted through the winter and well into the spring, he began to get worried. He felt tired almost all the time. He could barely make it through a workout without feeling out of breath. He tried going to the hospital, but they dismissed his symptoms without a second glance. “It’s probably allergies,” said the nurse. “Take some Benadryl and you’ll be fine.” He didn’t tell them his real fear. The fear that he’d been carrying with him the last couple of years, ever since he’d first heard about the gay plague that was terrorizing his community. Could it be true? Could he have AIDS? He’d been careful, he tried to reassure himself. He’d been a strict condom user ever since he’d first gotten his hands on that pamphlet. He had even volunteered for Gay Men’s Health Crisis back in New York, working the hotline to chat with worried men who were afraid they might be the next ones to be infected. It was impossible. He couldn’t have the virus. And yet his health continued to decline. He began losing weight, which got him more attention at the baths but did nothing to quell his concern. He left San Francisco, moving back in with his old roommate Jeff in New York City. He could hardly recall the passion that had led him to leave the city in the first place–all he wanted now was the comfort of home. Jeff welcomed him back with open arms, but he too grew concerned as he saw Dario getting sicker and sicker. “You need to go and get tested,” he said one day. It was early spring, 1985, and the city had yet to shed the chill of winter. “They can test for it now. Better to have the answer, right?” He put his hand on Dario’s shoulder. “I can go with you if you want.” “I’m fine,” said Dario. Unfortunately, he was betrayed at that particular moment by an especially harsh fit of coughing. “That’s it." Jeff stood up and held out his hand, looking at Dario like he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “I’m taking you there right now.” As they sat in the waiting room waiting for Dario’s test results, the sight of the other patients made him feel even worse. Some of the men were almost skin and bones, with that terrible wasted look. One of them even had a purple splotch on the back of his hand. He noticed Dario looking at him and covered it with his sleeve. Dario looked away. “Dario Badalejo?” called a nurse. He stood weakly. Jeff squeezed his hand. “Come with me,” she beckoned him. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know. ____________________________________________________________________________ “I don’t understand,” said Jeff. “How could he have AIDS? He always uses a condom. That’s supposed to keep him safe. You said it would keep him safe!” The nurse shook her head. “Condoms aren’t foolproof. And if you’re the receptive partner, you’re a lot more likely to get AIDS. Especially if your partner is uncircumcised.” Dario laughed weakly. “First you’re shaming me for being a bottom, now you’re shaming me for loving uncut cock?” “I’m not-” “I’m never going to be able to have sex again, am I?” he asked. She shook her head. “It’s not a good idea. Not until they find a cure, or at least a treatment.” His stomach sank. He felt like he was going to be sick. “What’s the treatment plan?” asked Jeff. “We can treat the symptoms, but not much else,” said the nurse. “I’m sorry.” Jeff stood up. “This is bullshit.” He turned to Dario and grabbed his hand. “Come on. I’m taking you home.” Dario spent the next few days in bed, not from illness, but from grief. Despite his vigilance, despite how careful he’d been, he still got the virus. How could he have AIDS? What would happen to him? Would he die? He felt terrified and numb. Shame threatened to overwhelm him. His mother had been right after all. This was a lonely life. What of the men he’d been with over the last couple of years? Had he passed the virus onto them? All that time being careful, and for what? His sex drive had come back to haunt him in more ways than one. It was at that moment that he promised if he made it out of this, he would never have sex again. And then he got horny. It started about a week after his diagnosis. He woke up in the middle of the night sweating bullets, his cock hard as a rock. He’d been dreaming about getting fucked by a man. He couldn’t remember his face, but he could see his body crystal clear in his mind. Wasted. Veiny. Covered head-to-toe in purple lesions. It was horrifying, but somehow thrilling at the same time. Even now, his cock wouldn’t go down. He tossed and turned, trying to will himself back to sleep, but the lust was too much for him. He lay on his stomach and jerked his cock against the bed, rutting until he exploded with a loud cry. He awoke in the morning with his stomach glued to his bedsheets. His seed was hard and crusty on the sheets, full of his poison. He felt the shame overwhelm him as he remembered his dream. Why did that man turn him on? He should be repulsed, not aroused. As he washed the cum off of him in the shower, he conceded that jerking off was probably the most harmless way to deal with the lust he was feeling. At least that way he wasn’t harming anybody else. As long as he made sure to do his own laundry–he would hate to think of infecting Jeff and exposing him to this nightmare. Pretty soon, however, even jerking off began to get out of hand. He was waking up nightly in a sweat, his dreams filled with pale, wasted men and veiny cocks. But the worst were the dreams in which he was the wasted one, his brown skin pale and mottled as he preyed upon some unsuspecting young man. He couldn’t deny it, the idea of fucking another person, knowing that he had AIDS, made him hard. In fact, if he was being honest with himself, there was something about knowing he was positive and fucking someone anyway that turned him on. He had never been much of a top, always preferring to be the one getting fucked. Now there was a new desire in him, a desire to breed, to pass on what had been given to him, to give this curse to someone else. But that was all just fantasy. He wouldn’t actually have sex with someone, even with a condom. After all, condoms hadn’t protected him. He couldn’t count on them to protect anyone else. But what could he do? He couldn’t take this horniness for much longer. He had to do something to ease the tension and get the release he so desperately needed. After careful consideration, Dario decided to return to the baths. He definitely wasn’t going to have sex with anyone, but he decided that watching other people have sex would be okay. No one ever gave someone AIDS by being a voyeur, right? Of course, he couldn’t tell any of his friends there about his diagnosis, or else they wouldn’t even let him past the front door. He would have to pretend that nothing was wrong. “I’m going for a walk,” he told Jeff one evening after work. “Want me to come with you?” He shook his head. “I just need some time alone. Thanks though.” He felt bad lying to Jeff. His friend had been so good to him, staying by his side even through his diagnosis. But he needed release. He could control himself, he was sure of it. The second he stepped into the bathhouse, he was hard as a rock. He hadn’t been around a naked man in so long. It was summertime again, and the baths were filled with muscular men, daddies, and bears showing off their tanned bodies. He checked his clothes into a locker and wrapped himself in a fluffy white towel, heading to the pool to relax. A group of men lounged naked in the shallow end, their cocks floating in the water as they leaned back against the rim of the pool. One hairy older man stood in the corner, moaning as a slim younger guy sucked him with vigor. Dario sat on the edge of the deep end, away from the rest of the people. He wanted to ditch the towel and start stroking his cock, but he was self-conscious about drawing attention to himself. Better to take his time and ease into it. He lay back, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of laughter, moaning, and grunting that floated through the air around him. Mindlessly, his hand slipped under his towel as he began to rub himself. The sensation of water dripping on his face snapped him back to attention. He opened his eyes to see an older man standing over him, the water from the pool falling down his naked body and dripping off the end of his cock. He had a thick cock with a light pink head, which sat nestled in a pair of large, hairy balls. He was looking down at Dario with a smirk on his face. “Mind if I join you?” Not waiting for an answer, he sat down next to Dario, leaning against one hand to display his naked body to him. Although the man was at least in his late 50s, he was in remarkably good shape. Dario had always had a thing for daddies, and this man was like something out of a dream. His skin was tan and mostly tight against his body, which you rarely saw on older guys. He had a bit of a pouch on his stomach, but the hair on his chest and stomach just made it look even sexier. Dario’s jaw dropped slightly as he took in every inch of the man. The guy laughed. “You know, if you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” “S-sorry.” “You new to the baths?” He shook his head. “I just… haven’t been in a while.” “Ah,” said the guy. “I feel like I’m crawling the walls if I’m away for even more than a week.” The guy put his hand on Dario’s leg, sliding it slowly underneath the towel. “You should get more comfortable. It’s all right–I won’t bite.” Dario bit his lip as the man undid the towel and let it fall away. His dick was rock hard and pointed straight up. The man laughed. “Nice cock,” he said as he wrapped his fingers around it. Dario moaned as the man slid his foreskin up and down. A little bit of precum dribbled out of the head. He gasped in surprise when the man leaned down and took the head of his dick into his mouth. “Fuck,” he whispered. The man’s tongue felt so good on his dick. He hadn’t felt a mouth on his dick in forever. It felt better than sin. He was sure he was about to burst when the man released his cock and sat up, grinning. “Yummy,” he said, savoring the taste of Dario’s precum on his tongue. “You want to come to my room? I’d love to get inside that hole.” He reached his hand under Dario’s cock, sliding his fingers along his taint and towards his hole. Dario wanted to give in, wanted to let the man fuck him, virus be damned. But he saw Jeff’s face in his mind. What would his friend think of him now? He scrambled to his feet, his heart racing. “I’m sorry. I gotta go.” He wrapped his towel around his waist and hurried back towards the front. He didn’t look back at the man, too scared about how close he’d come to breaking his vow. He’d barely been at the baths an hour before he’d almost had sex with someone! Sure, maybe they would have used a condom, but he’d agreed he wouldn’t even allow himself to do that. So much for willpower. He stayed away from the baths for the next couple of weeks, convinced that his little experiment was a colossal failure. But his horniness was only getting worse. His dreams, which before had featured faceless men with wasted bodies, were now filled with the old man from the baths. He dreamt about fucking him, about riding his cock and spraying his seed all over the man’s chest. He dreamt about cumming deep inside the man, staring in his eyes as he delivered what he knew would be a killing blow. The shame became unbearable–how could he condemn another person to what he was going through? He couldn’t do it, no matter how horny he became. Then came that fateful day a few weeks later. The summer was almost over, as July had come and gone and they were well into August. He was sitting on the couch channel surfing with Jeff when they landed on a report from the local news station. “Rising cases of AIDS and the closure late last year of San Francisco bathhouses has led local health officials to call for the New York State Public Health Council to close gay bathhouses, bars, and clubs in an effort to stop the spread of the disease,” said the reporter. “Good.” Jeff frowned. “I know it’s a blow to our community, but I just can’t fathom why some people would be so reckless. Don’t they know what they’re doing to themselves?” “We spoke with local congressman Ed Green to hear his thoughts on the epidemic and whether the city should take the step of closing down these facilities.” The man’s face that came on the screen nearly caused Dario’s brain to short-circuit. “I don’t give a lick whether they close these facilities or not,” said the man. “Go ahead and keep them open. These degenerates brought all this nonsense on themselves. As far as I’m concerned, the less of them the better.” “What a fucking asshole!” Jeff grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. He threw it against the couch. “I can’t believe people like him even exist.” Dario could. After all, he’d almost fucked him at the bathhouse just a few weeks ago. He’d been wearing a suit on TV, but Dario would recognize that face anywhere. “You know what?” Jeff asked. He turned towards him, his voice raising with anger. “It’s people like him that deserve this virus. Not us. I hope you get AIDS, Ed Green.” Dario blinked in surprise. “I’ve never known you to be so vindictive.” “Am I wrong? The guy’s reprehensible!” Then something clicked in his head. It was too horrible to even consider–or was it? “What if he did?” he asked. “What if he did get AIDS?” “Good.” Jeff scoffed. “He can rot for all I care.” The image of Ed’s naked body growing thin and wasted popped into Dario’s brain. He was getting hard again, aroused at the idea of spreading the virus to someone who truly deserved it. Jeff was right–if anybody deserved AIDS, it was this guy. Maybe Dario wasn’t a victim of fate. Maybe he was an agent of it. He went back to the bathhouse every night that week, keeping his eyes peeled for Congressman Ed Green. He no longer had any fear of giving in to temptation and fucking someone else. Now that he had a target, he was a man on a mission. It was easy to avoid the flirty gazes and wandering hands of the patrons at the baths. He was saving his load for someone special. It was late one Saturday night when he finally saw him. He walked into the pool room a little after midnight, a towel wrapped around his waist. Even through the towel, you could see the outline of his dick. God, what Dario wouldn’t give to feel it in his ass. But he wasn’t here to bottom. The only way to be sure of spreading the virus was to cum inside the man. Dario watched as the congressman slipped off his towel and waded into the water. He slipped in behind him, his heart racing as he slowly approached his prey. Ed turned and saw Dario, then smiled. “Well, hello again.” Even with what he knew about the man, his deep, sexy voice still made Dario weak in the knees. “Fancy seeing you here.” “Haven’t seen you in a while,” said Ed. “Figured I scared you off last time.” Dario shook his head. “I wasn’t scared of you.” Ed raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” Dario slid his hand under the water and squeezed Ed’s cock. “I was scared of this.” Ed moaned. He put his hand on Dario’s ass, pulling him in closer. “I’ve never had one so big,” Dario continued. “I guess I just got scared.” “You don’t need to be scared, baby.” Ed grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in gently. “I told you–I don’t bite.” He kissed Dario, his tongue working its way into Dario’s mouth and opening him up. Dario continued stroking his cock, feeling it grow into full hardness under the water. The older man’s hands were squeezing his ass, then lifting him until his legs were wrapped around the man’s waist. Ed pinned him against the edge of the pool, kissing him deeply as he rubbed his cock up against his hole. “I want you,” Ed whispered in his ear. “Let me fuck you.” “Only if you let me return the favor.” Ed pulled back, a frown on his face. “I don’t get fucked.” Dario kissed his neck. “You don’t know what you’re missing. Trust me, the best tops are guys who like to bottom. I’ll take it slow, I promise.” Ed let go of him. “Forget it.” Dario felt the panic rising in his chest as the older man started to move away. He had to give him the virus, one way or another. He grabbed Ed’s hand. “Okay. Okay, fair enough. Just thought I’d try to get a shot at that beautiful ass.” Ed smirked. “Can’t blame you for trying.” He pulled Dario toward the edge of the water. “Come on. I have a room here.” He led Dario past the other patrons talking and fondling each other in the hallway and took him towards a room in the back. It was bare and cramped, with nothing but a rectangular mirror glued behind a cot. Ed sat down on the cot with his back against the wall and spread his legs, letting his half-hard cock flop down and hang in front of those delicious-looking balls. Dario dropped to his knees. He stuck his nose in the sweaty crevice between the man’s sack and his leg. Fuck, he loved the smell of man musk and chlorine. He took one of the hairy balls in his mouth and started sucking on it. “Fuck,” Ed moaned. He put his hands behind his head, relaxing as Dario slid his cock into his mouth. Dario was feeling cock-drunk as he worshipped the man’s shaft. It had been so long since he’d been able to enjoy another man’s body, and he wanted to savor every minute of it. He knew he should be figuring out a way to get the old man to bottom for him, but he was too caught up in fellating him. How could he have ever thought he could go the rest of his life without having sex with a man again? This was fucking heaven. It was more than just sex–it was why he was alive. As long or as short as he lived, he wanted to feel this again and again as much as he possibly could. “Turn around and let me see that hole,” said Ed. Dario pulled the man’s cock out of his mouth and stood. He used his hands to brace himself against the floor as he put his legs on either side of Ed. The older man’s hands grabbed him by the hips and pulled him closer to his face. He heard the sound of spitting, then felt the wonderful feeling of Ed’s tongue lapping him up. His cock was leaking precum now, he was so turned on by getting eaten out. He had always loved getting his ass eaten, but it seemed to feel even better now than it ever had before. Was that because it had been so long, or did it have something to do with the virus? It seemed to have made him hornier. Maybe it made sex feel better too. Ed’s tongue worked its way deep inside him, lubing him up and preparing his hole for the taking. His arms were shaking as he felt the man’s tongue probing him, opening him up to be fucked again for the first time in ages. “Fuck, I love eating your pussy,” said Ed. “I hear it feels even better on your cock,” he replied. Ed spanked him on the cheek. “Get up and bend over the bed. I want to take you from behind.” Dario got back on his feet, propping himself up against the cot as he waited to be entered. He practically wept when he felt Ed’s cock rubbing up against his hole. He wanted this so badly. “Shh…” Ed whispered in his ear. “You can take it.” Ed was pushing into him now. His cock felt wet, so he must have put some lube on it, but it was still painful as it worked its way into his guts. Dario hadn’t bottomed in so long, he knew his first time back wouldn’t be easy. But the pain paled in comparison to his lust. Ed buried his cock deep inside of Dario, his wiry grey pubes scratching Dario’s ass. “God I love your wet cunt.” He pulled out a bit and rammed it back in, making Dario cry out. He started fucking him faster, his cock battering Dario’s prostate again and again. Dario just laid his cheek against the cot and allowed the old man to use his hole. As the man fucked him again and again, Dario felt a sense of bliss overtake him. This felt right, being here. As much as he’d tried to deny it, when he was a teenager and again when he found out he had the virus, he knew that this was who he was meant to be. He was meant to be used by men, to take cock by whoever would give it to him. Even his time spent using condoms had been foolish–he was simply prolonging the inevitable. Better to give into his base desires and be who he truly was than to settle for some kind of half-life of mediocre sex. “Fuck, you faggots are so easy.” Ed laughed. “You’ll spread your legs for any guy with a pulse and a cock, won’t you? Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum… Ugh, take it. Fucking take it!” He grunted, then slammed his cock all the way in as he began to fill Dario with cum. Dario counted the pulses that filled him: one, two, three, four, five. As much as he hated the man who had bred him, he couldn’t deny everything the man said. He was a faggot who loved cock. But so was the old man. “Whew.” Ed pulled out of Dario and lay back against the cot. He wiped the sweat off of his brow. “You are one good lay.” Dario lay beside him, running his fingers through the man’s chest hair. “So are you.” He leaned down and took one of Ed’s nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it as he grabbed the man’s wet cock. Ed laughed. “I’m a bit too spent to go again that fast. Maybe another time.” Dario lifted his head. “I know a trick that’ll make you rock hard again. Wanna try it?” Ed raised an eyebrow. “Rock hard, huh?” Dario crouched at the bottom of the cot and put his hands on Ed’s thighs. “Just relax. I’ll do all the work.” Ed rolled his eyes. “If your trick is a blowjob, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” But Dario ignored his cock. Instead, he grabbed Ed’s legs and hoisted them in the air. Before Ed knew what hit him, Dario’s tongue was buried deep in his asshole. “Oh fuck… Jesus, kid.” Dario made love to the man’s asshole, wiggling his tongue around and rubbing his nose against the man’s taint. He pushed his tongue as far as it could go, prying open his sphincter and tasting the sweet flesh within. By the sound of Ed’s moans, he wasn’t used to someone eating him out. He ran his hands through Dario’s hair as he ate him out. He pulled his face off of Ed’s hole for a second to stick one of his fingers in his mouth, then rubbed it up against the outside of the old man’s asshole. “Wait a minute, I don’t-” Ed’s words turned into cries of pleasure as Dario jammed his finger straight into the old man’s ass. He felt around until he found that precious little spot deep inside the asshole, then hammered it with his finger for all he was worth. “What are you- oh god… oh GOD!” Ed’s arms and legs went limp as Dario worked the man’s prostate. Dario smiled to himself as he watched the man get so bent out of shape over being fingered. Why some people denied themselves the pleasure of prostate play was beyond him. Keeping his finger buried in Ed’s asshole, he slid up the cot until his face was next to Ed’s. “Does that feel good?” he whispered. “Yes,” Ed said breathlessly. “I can make you feel better.” “How?” Dario kissed him, and for the first time, he was the aggressor. He climbed on top of Ed, grabbed his cock, and placed it against the old man’s hole. “Let me show you.” Then, without waiting for Ed’s response, he plunged his cock as deep inside the man’s hole as it would go. “Holy fuck! Jesus Christ… pull it out!” Ed shouted. “Shh…” Dario whispered in his ear. “You can take it.” He stayed still, giving the old man a few seconds to adjust. Despite the pain of the intrusion, Ed hadn’t gone limp at all–in fact, he was as hard as ever. Dario looked in his eyes and, when he didn’t see any sign of protest, began slowly fucking him. “Oh Jesus… that feels so good,” said Ed. “I told you, bottoms make the best tops,” said Dario. “We know what feels good. And we know how to find just the right spot.” He pulled his cock out a couple of inches, rubbing it up against the spot where he knew Ed’s prostate would be. “Holy shit. Ugh… fuck, don’t stop,” said Ed. “Just… just pull out before you cum in me. Okay? I don’t want to get sick.” Dario nodded, although he knew he would do no such thing. Not when he was so close to his prize. He fucked Ed slowly, careful to make it all about the older man’s pleasure. He knew that the best way to give him the virus was to make him want it. Now that he was inside, he was going to make this such a memorable experience that Ed would beg to be fucked again and again. Until it was sure to take. The tightness of Ed’s virgin hole was enough to bring Dario to the edge within minutes. He would have to be quiet about his orgasm if he wanted to accomplish his mission. He kept his breathing steady as he felt the pressure riding in his balls. Ed’s eyes were closed, his face sweaty as he grappled with how good it felt to let a man fuck you. For a moment, Dario felt guilty about what he was about to do. But then he remembered the way Ed had sneered when confronted with the virus. These degenerates brought all this nonsense on themselves. As far as I’m concerned, the less of them the better. You brought it on yourself, Ed. Dario kissed him to cover up the fact that he was cumming inside his hole. He grabbed his hands, pinning them against the cot as he rutted inside the man’s hole. The pressure of months of chastity released itself through his balls, entering the man’s rectum and infecting him the way that he himself had been infected. He didn’t slow his thrusting for a second, continuing to fuck even as his cumming began to slow and his orgasm faded. “You’re gonna pull out before you cum, right?” said Ed. “Of course.” Dario kissed the old man again, wrestling with the man’s tongue as he worked his seed deeper into his rectum. Now that he had cum, he started fucking Ed slow and sensual. Pinching his nipples, kissing his neck, stroking the head of his cock as he fucked him. He had Ed wrapped around his finger, making him moan and whimper with every touch. “I’m getting close,” said Ed. “Me too.” Dario stopped in mid-thrust. “Do you want me to pull out?” “No!” Ed said, his eyes growing wide. He was stroking himself wildly, desperate for a second cum. “Don’t stop fucking me.” Dario resumed pumping in and out of him, but he felt the familiar tension rising in his balls. “Ugh… fuck, I’m gonna cum if I keep going,” he teased. “I think I should pull out.” “No!” Ed wrapped his legs around Dario’s ass, trapping him inside him. “Just… a little… longer.” “Oh fuck… here I come!” said Dario. He felt a second orgasm flooding through him, his balls pumping a second load into Ed’s hole. Ed’s cock was shooting as well, dousing their stomachs in his seed. Dario collapsed on top of the old man, their chests sliding against each other as his cock dribbled the last of his seed into Ed’s no-longer-virgin hole. “Oh God… what did I just do?” Ed’s eyes were wide. “I don’t bottom, I don’t… you’re clean, right? Please tell me you’re clean.” Dario smiled. He ran his fingers through Ed’s hair, then kissed him gently on the lips. “It’s all good, baby. You have nothing to worry about.” “Oh thank God.” Ed sighed. “Fuck, that did feel good though,” he said with a grin. Dario pulled his cock out of the old man and sat back on his knees. “I’m down for a rematch anytime you are.” Ed sat up and kissed him. “I’ll give you my number. I’ve got a few friends who might be interested in joining in if you like that sort of thing. They’re discreet like me, but I can trust you, right?” Dario smiled. If Ed’s friends were anything like him, then he wouldn’t have to work too hard to find his next victim. “My lips are sealed.” —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dario walked through the door of his apartment practically buzzing. Jeff sat on the couch watching TV. He smiled when he caught sight of Dario. “Hey man. What’s up with you? You feeling okay?” Dario plopped down on the couch next to him. “I feel amazing. Better than ever, actually.” “That’s great!” Jeff squeezed his hand. “I know you took it pretty hard, the diagnosis and all. Not being able to have sex. But there really is so much else to life.” Dario smiled. “You’re right. I have a lot to live for.” It was true. Stealthing that asshole at the baths had done more than lift his spirits–it had given him a new purpose. He was no longer a victim. He was taking control of his destiny. This virus hadn’t been a curse at all. It had shown him who he was, who he was truly meant to be. He didn’t know how long he had left to live. But whether it was a month, a year, or a decade, he knew one thing: he would take as many assholes with him as he could in the time he had left.

Brotherhood of the Bug I. Initiation The young man felt himself being led down a winding stairway, flanked by two powerfully built men. His sinewy arms were shackled behind his back and the deep hood of an enveloping robe obscured his sight. Though the garment was of a thick, rough material, he shivered. His memory of what had led to the current chain of events was vague, but he felt a mixture of terror, excitement, and a powerful, animal arousal. Reaching the bottom, he heard the creak of a heavy set of doors. As the three stepped through, his companions pulled the hood off his face and head, and he felt a light, dank breeze touch his face. His eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom and he perceived a vast, low room of rough-hewn stone. He imagined it resembled the crypt of a medieval church, though at his young age he had seen little of the world. Thick stone pillars held flickering torches, the dark smudges on the arched ceiling above attesting to countless stories, if only these massive walls could tell them. He was led toward the other end of the room, where a raised altar of polished wood stood on a stone platform. Here the resemblance to a house of worship was unmistakable. The men turned him around to face the chamber, just in time to observe two columns of dark-robed men emerging from doorways at either end of the back, proceeding slowly and forming semicircular lines at either side. As they filed in, their voices in unison gave rise to a deep and vaguely disturbing chant in some unknown language, like the Gregorian chant of medieval monks. Now the two guards firmly turned the Pledge back toward the altar, forcing him to kneel. From the gloom behind, an imposing man of at least six-feet-five emerged, cloaked and hooded in a robe similar to the Pledge’s but with a cord of gold where the boy’s was a simple white. This, he recognized, was the High Priest. He trembled but simultaneously felt a rush of blood to his groin. The Priest began the ceremony, posing to the Pledge a series of questions to establish that he was serious in his desire to join the Brotherhood and aware that this was an irreversible step of the deepest significance, one that would place upon him a heavy responsibility to carry on the traditions and values of the clan. When the Pledge had answered "I do" to each solemn oath, the Priest produced a heavy coffer of wood and gold, richly adorned with mysterious images and inscrutable runes. He lifted the lid to reveal an interior lined with dark velvet. Nestled inside was an Oraquick instant HIV test. The Priest lifted the swab from the sacred Coffer and held it toward the assembled Brothers, then downward toward the floor, asking the blessing of the Dark Lord. Then the two guards immobilized the Initiate's face and forced his mouth open. The Priest inserted the swab and vigorously rubbed it around the back of the gagging young man’s throat. Again he held the swab aloft and then downward, uttering an occult prayer for the desired results. It was placed in a vial and the lid closed for the prescribed waiting time. A thick, ornate hourglass was placed on the altar and turned. While the grains of sand sifted down, the Initiate was occupied. The two guards opened the fronts of their robes, revealing rippling abs and cocks of supernatural proportion. The Initiate's mouth was held open once again as these colossal spears of flesh were forced repeatedly down his throat, one after the other. At times he was compelled to swallow them both together, as the Brothers aligned their shafts, a symbolic Union of their flesh just as they are united in the Spirit and Blood. The young man’s mouth and throat were forced open wider than ever and he gagged and struggled. But the two Brothers held him down relentlessly. Eventually their robes were cast off, revealing torsos of magnificent, nigh on terrifying musculature. There was clearly no sense struggling and the Pledge resigned himself, barely staying conscious by gasping for whatever small breaths he could take between the ten-inch strokes. The hourglass proceeded... agonizingly slowly. The Brothers continued their chant. It was growing in volume and urgency. Finally the last grains of sand dropped. Twenty minutes, the anointed time, had passed. The Pledge was released, the flesh that had choked his throat withdrawn. He was allowed to recover enough to fix his attention on the High Priest, who raised the lid of the coffer and retrieved the sacred Staff. He examined it first, and a small, knowing smile showed on his face. Then he showed it to the Pledge. A single blue line. Negative. Next the two Guards, as witnesses, examined the result, affirming their acknowledgment with a low utterance in the ritual tongue. The Priest held the Staff aloft, and one final question was posed to the Initiate. "This, O Pledge, represents the final evidence of Thy former self. Dost Thou now freely and willingly, knowing there is henceforth no retreat, no regret, offer up this, Thy health and youth, the status so coveted by mortal Mankind, in exchange for full Manhood and entry into the dark Brotherhood?" "I do," the Pledge muttered. The Priest then offered the Staff in sacrifice to the Dark Gods -- holding it, of course, not aloft but downward, toward the unfathomable Depths. The chanting had reached a crescendo of intensity, vibrating deep in the gut and soul of the Initiate. He almost sensed that he could understand the strange tongue: "The hour has come. The bridge has been crossed. There is no returning now. Bid Thy farewell to the land of the mortals. Thou art summoned to take Thy place among Men, carrying the burdens but also tasting the unimagined freedoms that pertain thereto." At this point there was a rustle as the Brothers began to unfasten their robes. Revealed were torso after torso, groin after groin, of magnificent, rippling masculine beauty, shining in the torchlight. The manhoods of each began to stir, rising to their glory, each pumped full of the blood that carried the coveted viral power that it was now time to share. The two Guards roughly grabbed the Initiate's robe and rent it as it was stripped from his body. Fear had risen in his throat and he felt an instant regret. What have I done?? he cried inside. The Priest, sensing what was happening, gave a gesture ordering the Guards to muscle the Pledge down, his struggles seeming ever more wretched and impotent -- the pathetic last struggles of the boy that was about to die. The Brothers began to approach and form lines, pacing in unison toward the altar. Their glorious shafts had reached their pulsing, turgid apex, in full worship posture -- the gleaming pre-cum, like holy water, consecrated to the dark Baptism that was nigh. The Initiate was roughly bent over the altar, his youthful buttocks exposed and vulnerable. As the chant reached an almost unbearable volume and intensity, the Initiation began…

My name is Tonny and I just graduated from College. I am young slim and short for my age around 5’5’’ and about 130 lbs. My dad is italian and he’s completly covered of hairs but somehow the gene for pilosity didn’t transfer to me. I am completely hairless. During the summer , i worked at my uncle’s farm and I got a nice tan like I am caramel looking with my blond and blue eyes. Because the work at the farm was hard labor I started to have some muscule mass on me making me more tone. I loved wearing some tight shirt so that we could see my small pecs sticking out or my small biceps bulgings in my shirt. But during that summer my uncle was always going out for business trip with his wife for finding new tractors or other farming equipement to better harvest the corn in his field. Thus my uncle gave me the whole place to myself to take care of and there was a lot of work to be done for his return. So during the day i was tasked to help put the food for the cows and sweeping all the barn and cleaning all behind of cows and horses. The smell of farm shit didn’t bother me much but the remove the smell on you after a hard day you needed to take like 3 showers. But it was a nice job for the summer and my uncle paid me well for the work. After i was done sweeping the barn it was time for me to get inside the house to get the souper ready. While i was preheating the oven for my pizza, i felt this urge to go on my phone and check up grindr or others social media apps to check whos out there next to the farm. The farm was very far from the city and had only 2 neighboor few miles aways. So the chances to meet up a guy on grindr would be slimmed. Never the less i started to scroll and ended up on this profile with no picture just Daddy Leather. The small profile said that hes a real dom daddy willing to pop his sub’s cherry. I was intrigued about this popping cherry thing as it has been a very long time i havent been fucked. So i messaged him and told him i was able to host in my uncles farm. He immediately texted back saying that he always loved fucking farm boy and even fooling around in the hay in a barn. The idea of making a mess in the barn that i just cleaned up did bother me a bit but the idea of being fucked in a big space area and get dirty could be fun. I gave the address of my location and he told me he would be there around 30 minutes. Meanwhile i went out to the shower and started to douche my hole to make sure i was clean up everywhere. As soon i was out of the shower i could hear a big truck coming down the road with his loud rock and roll music. As soon he parked his car he got out and was walking toward the barn as the house was situation just behind it. I am guessing he thought i was still inside the barn working. So i got dress up fast and went out to greet him. And i couldnt belive my eyes when i saw him up close he was a real muscular daddy that you only see in porn movie. He was very large frame and from the opening his his dress shirt i was able to see a nice hairy chest. He was wearing short sleeve dress shirt and could see some nice sleeve tattooes on both arms. I welcomed him to my farm and told him that my room is just behind the barn he wanted to get in. He so of made a wink that he wanted to check out the inside of the barn as he mentionned before that he always wanted to fool around in the hay. I was like ok let's show him what I have there. The barn was a big open area where the horses were locked on the left side and on the right there were all the tools and some big ball of hay stacked on top of each other. Next to it there were the big bath of water that i use to help clean up the floor and to give to the horses to drink. The floor however was covered with this layers of muds and other animals by product giving a nice smell of farm animal and hay. He started to massage my sholders as we are walking inside the barn and he was really impress by what was available. I asked him what he had in mind and he told me that for a long time he has been on the hunt to find his next sub son for him to train and raise as his own flesh and blood. He told me that his dad this when he was younger and now he wants to keep the family tradition. That when he started to look more serious and he came right in front of me and because he was much taller than me my eye level were at his hairy chest and as he was so close i could smell this man smell of sweat. He looked into my eyes and told me point blank that he is the dad now and that i have to obey him as for the consequence would be a hard spanking. I told him that i would be willing to listen to him and obey his commands. He asked me to remove his dress shirt by 1 botton by one and from there i was able to see his entire chest and it was a nice hairy chest with some nice abs definition. But the most stricking from all of that was this biohazard tattoo he had on him. It was there near his belly button on plain sight for me to see. He looked at me with a grin on his face saying that tonight he will keep the family tradition. I wasnt sure by what he was refering too. Slowly but surely we were getting undress and we started to rub our body against one and other . The barn didnt have any air cooling system to it was real hot and humid so we were already started to sweat. He was starting to jerk off a bit and saw that his cock kept getting bigger and longer at each stroke. He told me that he had a 9 inch and i had no choice to take it all up. That when he grabbed real tight and pushed on top of one of ball of hay. I was surprised how strong he was and fast. He removed my underwear and started to lick my hole. I was still able to see his dick and it was real hard and big. He flipped me over and spit on my hole and told me to get ready to be fuck like a real good son. I told him that i wanted to play safe as i just met the guy and he told me that i shouldnt worry for that now. He started to rub his cock over my ass and his chest was rubbing all his hairy pecs on my back. Our sweat made the hole glide very easy. And then with the tip of his dick started to push against my anus and my hole started to open up slowly. I could feel that he wanted just to fuck me right now and there and in one hip trust he got his big dick down my hole. I screamed to how big it was. He didnt stop for me to take a breath as he just held me down with his arms wrapped around my neck and chest so that i dont run away. I kept telling him that i didnt want to fuck bareback and i wanted to play with a condom. He kept saying that’s how real men fuck and how his dad used to fuck him when he was younger and now hes passing the torch to his next son , me. He kept fucking me in and out with big hip mouvement and the dick was going deep inside my guts where i could feel it up in my throat. He was really fucking me rough and hard. As he is fucking me he saying how much hes proud of me his son to take his daddys big cock like a pro and that for my good behavior he would give me the gift of brotherhood and also some extra. He is announcing me that hes poz high viral. As soon he says that i start panicking as i dont want to get poz. I try to push away but my daddy with his arm wrapped around my neck pinnes me down and fucks me even harder.

Apart from some time out during the AIDS crisis I have always barebacked since a teenager. It's what I grew up with; it's the natural way to have sex, skin on skin and hopefully a gut full of seed. I can see no reason to do otherwise.

“Back on your knees, slave.” I knelt before him, eager to please. The meth was destroying my inhibitions, and it was so fucking hot. “My boots are dirty,” he said. He looked at me, waiting for me to respond. “May I clean your boots, master?” “Good slave, anticipating what his master wants.” For a moment, I expected him to hand me rags and polish, then I remembered my role as a slave. I crawled towards him and started to lick his leather-clad feet. “You’ve failed me again.” “I’m sorry, master.” “A proper slave demonstrates how he enjoys serving his master. Try again.” I resumed my duty, but this time, I moaned with delight. I wasn’t just faking it to please master, I did love doing it. Serving my master was the most erotic experience of my life. It was dirty, filthy, sleazy, and oh so hot. My rational side was whispering to me it was the meth, but my libido was screaming for another hit. I looked up at master and he was ignoring me, as befits my role. He was looking at his phone and typing on it. Part of me hoped he was filming me to upload to a porn site. I finished and looked up at master. “I’ve finished master.” He looked down briefly. “You missed a spot.” “I’m sorry master. I’ll do bet…” “Just shut your fucking mouth. You know sorry isn’t enough. What does this mean?” “You’ll punish me again, master.” I wanted to be punished and master knew it. “Not the crop this time. I like my slaves to get new experiences.” He went to his cabinet and removed a wooden paddle. “You know what I expect.” He walked around me, then stopped. “I’m not sure you’re worth my time. You’ve disappointed me twice and I’ve not even pulled out my cock yet. I’ve been messaging my friends. They want to come over, parTy and fuck. They’re real men, not useless faggots like you.” “Please master, I’ll do better. I want to be your slave, satisfy you.” “Let’s see if you know how to respond to punishment. Get ready.” He raised the paddle. I thought of all the kink porn I had watched. The paddle struck my already raw ass. Fuuuuuucccck, it hurt, but the meth coursing through my body made it feel incredible, too. “One!”, I shouted, then added, “Thank you master may I have another!” “Good slave. You want to be punished. You know your place. Yes, you may have another.” A second, even harder. “Two! Please master, punish me again!” He laughed and swung again. “Three! More master, more!” “No,” he hissed and dropped the paddle. “Something different now.” He bent down and reached his massive arms around me. God, I had never been so aroused. I was afraid I’d shoot a load and master would kick me out. He then grabbed both my nipples and twisted hard. I had done nip play before but never like that. It took all I had to keep from screaming, but I wanted more. He stood up. I was gasping from pain and ecstasy. “Thank you, master.” “I need my cock out. Do you want to see it?” “Yes, master, please.” “Do you realize what an honor it is to even view my manhood?” “Yes, master. I know I don’t deserve it.” “Few do.” He unzipped his pants and pulled it out. Even flaccid, it was huge. “You’re not ready to make me hard.” “I know, master. I’m unworthy of it.” “Just watch.” He went to his cabinet again and pulled out a transparent pump. He stroked himself briefly to start to get hard, inserted his member into it, then started to pump. I watched it swell to massive size, porn huge. God, I wanted it so much. I thought I was horny before but I never wanted anything like my need to serve that beautiful cock. “Tell master what you think.” “I want to service it. I want it inside me, my mouth and my ass. I want my master’s seed.” “You’re not ready, certainly not for my seed. But I have a treat for you, my little chem pig.” He reached for his pipe, and took a massive hit. But he didn’t exhale into the air. Instead, he took the rubber pump off and blew into the tube, filling the pump with gorgeous clouds. I gasped. “Oh God oh fuck thank you master.” He took off the pump. That extraordinary cock protruded from his leather pants. “Show master how good you are at controlling yourself. You may touch it, one finger, just the shaft.” My hand was quivering as I reached to him. I wanted to take him in my mouth but I understood I had to follow orders. I slowly ran my pointer finger along the top. Master let out a low, deep growl. “You may be worth the effort after all. Touch the bottom now.” I did and he growled again. “Now the tip.” I did as told and he nodded. “Stroke the shaft with your hand.” I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked. “Tighter. Faster.” His growls became moans. I was pleasing my master, and it thrilled me. “Stop now.” I released. “You want to suck it, don’t you, slave?” “If master allows it.” “I have to see how good you are with your tongue first.” More to cum

Cheating dumped load I had been preloaded by 2 guys already when one of my regulars messaged ‘cunt free?’ I told him I was preloaded and he told me he was just on the way to meet his boyfriend so just needed a quick cheating dump n go. He only uses my slutty cummy hole after it’s been loaded as he fucks real hard and loves to fuck the cum out of me. His cheating dick is inside me most weeks and he loves the risk of using a community hole behind his fellas back. We agreed for him to dump his load and 10 mins later he turned up and stripped to just his socks. Straight away he was slapping his semi on my ass. We hadn’t spoken a word when he yanked the butt plug from my hole. His rock solid boner immediately took its place and he started his fuck rhythm. Encouraged my the sight of strangers cum on his dick he fucked harder and deeper. My cunt was squelching and unable to contain the 2 loads i had taken and his 8.5 solid tool. Once again he was hard fucking the cum out of me. This was a proper cumdump load and as he fucked as hard as he could be shot his load deep in my cunt. He paused, balls deep inside me as he transferred his seed to my guts deepest extremes. He slowly pulled out to reveal a hot semi cum covered dick. I dropped to my knees and he pushed his semi into mouth for his clean up. He moved his dick around to ensure my tongue enjoyed every drop. He tagged my ass and told me he had to dash as his fella was waiting. His dick went straight back inside his dark Boss boxers. I spotted the wet patch where he’d been oozing precum cum. He dressed and left. Now he could enjoy his evening without his dick detracting him! Shortly after I met my mates in The pub with my cunt dripping for the rest of the evening!

The New Barber Part 3 I sat in my car for what seemed like hours, beyond angry... feeling betrayed and hurt. My attention snapped back to reality with a ping on my phone... my mate wanted to know how I got on at the Barbers.... I immediately dialled him. "Hey there, how's it going" I broke into a tirade of abuse directed at him, the fucker I had just been abused by and my own stupidity. Eventually he spoke, apologising over and over, assuring me he had no idea about the guy and that he was well known in the industry. "So what are you going to do ?" He asked.... Another ping on my phone..."hold on mate " I checked the message...it was a video of me being pounded and a countdown clock at the bottom. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK" I went back to the conversation... "I don't know what to do " I mumbled" My mate assured me that anything police related would be seen as another fag getting himself into a dodgy situation..."you don't have a lot of choice mate " "That sounds harsh, but if this guy has all your info then.... for now it's best to play along" At this point I hated myself...he was right, maybe I could find a chink in this fuckers armour... but it's can't go on much longer.... The month passed slowly... I found myself checking the countdown clock more than I was happy to admit to... even getting a hard on at various times, what the fuck was wrong with me? The day came and the door opened up Infront of me... this time he was in full Rubber gear grinning like a cat that got the canary. "Good to see you back...smart move" as he ushered me in, hearing that all too familiar click as the door locked behind me. Before I had a chance to turn back to look I felt a jab in my neck... with no time to react I fell into his arms..."just a little something to help you relax... I want you aware this time" Everything was floating... it was like watching myself being dragged, undressed, positioned and placed in the sling ready for the onslaught. He leaned in and began to explain... "Okay, now that you're relaxed I'm going to start your education" I became aware of some sort of box thing coming down over my eyes... panic rising I began to breathe heavily, exactly what he wanted it seems as a pipe parted my lips and my lungs began to take in the fumes...my ability to focus losing its grip. Headphones came down over my head and a weird voice started talking, spirals appeared Infront of my eyes...I was falling... I was flying, feeling relaxed and down.... down I fell....

I love falling asleep with a man's semen still in me. The thought that his sperm is still active for even a short time in my anus and rectum is a huge turn on. Although much is absorbed by my body I do love waking up with that wet spot in my sheets and the unmistakable scent of semen that has been marinating in my ass juices.

Somebody did a great job of editing the video into three. The first Zack learning to give a good blow job culminating in his mouthful of Jeff's seimen. The second Zack's adamant rejection of condoms, ending with the loss of his virginity and ass full of Jeff's cum. Finally there was the video of Zack begging and being flooded by the two of us with biohazard tattoos. It was the hottest video I had ever seen and I fired it off to Chuck immediately. Yes I had finally learned the name of the west coast guy off Scruff that started this story. I was surprised that Chuck didn't get back to me right away. I waited a full week before I got this message. "Thank God you come back here next week. I'm desperate for you to poz my ass like you did that Zack guy. Fuck that was amazing. I can't stop watching and rewatching it. I cream all over myself every time you are blasting into him. It is so fuckin hot. I need you to blast in me again. Just for real this time. I need you to knock me up. " The next day I got this desperate plea; "Can't you get here any sooner. I'm desperate. My fucking boyfriend caught me jerking off to Zack's video. He came in just as I spewed, just as I came. He made me watch it again from start to finish with him telling me over and over how disgusting I was to get so fuckin turned on by such filth. I know I'm pathetic 'cause I couldn't hide it, I was so turned on I climaxed again watching with him. I think his degradation turned me on as much as the pozing. As I came I couldn't stop blurting out. "Fuck daddy, cum in my ass again, fuckin poz me up. " I was horrified, how could I say that in front of him. He pinned me down and made me confess I had cheated on him with you when I was off PreP. I both cried with fear and gloated about how amazing it had been to be taken by you. He turned icy cold dragging me into the bathroom. He took my fake PreP out of the medicine cabinet and flushed it down the toilet. "Not wasting any more PreP on you, you fucking slut idiot, get in my truck." This time he took me to a bathhouse called F212. It was Saturday night and the place was packed. He tied me into a sling and told everyone I wasn't on PreP. He encouraged them to spit all over me. At first that's all they did until a big tall black guy spit on my ass and pushed his raw 12 inches into me. "Breed him, breed this poz hungry punk." My boyfriend began to chant and the crowd picked it up to the rhythm of the pounding my ass was getting. When the black guy flooded me my boyfriend spit in my face. He did the same for the next 12 guys that bred me in quick succession. One of them asked just before he was ready to cum, " You sure this boys not on PreP?" My boyfriend answered, "not now, not ever again. " Just then as my current top unloaded the top groaned; "Good, 'cause he's getting my toxic babies right now!" I was horrified that this turned me on so much that I had a hands free orgasm as well as my first ever ass orgasms. They just went on and on. They were amazing, and all I could think about was how disappointed I was they weren't milking my birthright out of your toxic wood. My boyfriend tied me to a tree in our cruising woods all day Sunday. He would hide when dog walkers came by and sneared at my bare ass dripping pink tinged cum from who knew how many different men by then. See you've got to get here before he let's some stranger knock me up. " I wrote back, "Well Chuck, I'm a stranger to. We may have fucked once, but we're still strangers. I'm not coming sooner. I'm there next week to take my chances that I be the daddy to poz your sorry ass." I still hadn't quit my meds, I knew I was lying to Chuck. Jeff had seen my excitement in Zack's pozing video and weaseled out of me my 'need' to make a similar one of me pozing Jeff. He 'd been hounding me for days to stop my meds, he'd threatened to dump them down the toilet on me. Why had I admitted I wanted to do this? That night Jeff and I were invited back to the poz guys place. Almost the same story as weeks before with Zack. Looked 16, ID said 19. But, he was clearly no virgin and boasted sucking cock since age 13. He was Zack's best friend and lined up this 'special visit ' too the poz guy when Zack took sick and told his buddy why. The agenda for this 19 year old was to take as many poz toxic loads in the ass from poz guy and me as he could pull out of us. Jeff got in on the fucking just for the fun of it and actually cream lubed the young guy with his load fairly quickly. Good lube for my 8 inches . True to my form I shot off quite quickly. I felt guilty the guy was so grateful to receive my 'gift'. I felt remorse that I didn’t really give him toxic babies. This remorse grew as toxic poz guy pumped more and more radioactive babies into the young guys ass. I determined then and there 'no more putting it off, the meds stop now.' I flushed them as soon as I got home. I'd forgotten this in my sleep and had a bit of a panic when I couldn't find them to take with my first coffee. Then I remembered and told myself I wouldn't need to feel guilty next week. Chuck would be getting un freshly medicated babies when we meet up. I'd be barely more detectable, but he didn't need to know that. Jeff was delighted I had flushed and reverse raped as many loads out of me per day as I could produce. Each spent painting the inside of his now very vulnerable ass. He'd stop PreP over a month ago and toothbrush fucked his own hole almost every time before I pushed in. My ego and libido had never been so fuckin turned on. He would later confess he wanted to be sure to win the place of being my first poz son.

"The New Barber Part 2" I could hear a voice like it was in my head... distant and yet getting clearer as I focused back on the room. "You okay buddy" asked the man standing over me. Apparently I had dropped off the planet, he thought I was just very relaxed and carried on...he explained he sometimes has that effect on guys. As he leaned in there was a distinct odour, sort of rubbery and then I noticed under his shirt the black shiny material against his skin. I fidgeted trying to find my feet... but I was restricted somehow, the fucker had strapped me to the chair. As I started to struggle he stood back and grinning began to explain how my future visits to the Barber was going to play out. "You were very good in the chair" he explained I didn't know what he meant...then he guided my attention to a screen across the salon. A video started to play with this guy in a barbershop...my mind finally accepting what was playing out in front of me. "I gave you a little something to relax, and boy did you relax" As the video played I could see my limp body being hauled about, my legs being hoisted up and the Barber going to work on my body...my mouth went dry. "What the FUCK" "Sssshhhh he whispered, the good bit is coming up" At the side of the screen were all these names... the fucker was live-streaming his little performance. As I started to thrash around he turned grinning at my feeble attempt to escape. "In the time you were.... shall we say, relaxed. I got to work on some administration matters" "What the fuck does that mean you cunt " "It means you will come back to see me once a month" "LIKE FUCK I WILL" I yelled at him, my breathing now heavy with anger, panic and the sense that this wasn't over yet. "The reason you will be back is because I have cloned your phone, your contacts and even your bank details, you are quite careless having so much information in your phone" I felt sick....who was this cunt, and what fucking chance did I have of getting out of this. "Now, I'm going to let you up... but I have a live link to a mutual friend who has been given the instructions should anything occur in a negative manner towards me, the video will be released to your contacts" "There will be no safe place for you to hide your most excellent performance " "As you can see in the video, you took a pierced cock like a pro and even moaned like a whore when I pounded your tight little cherry " Words left me... I was beyond the ability to speak, understand any of this... yes I was gay, but few knew...who the fuck was this mutual friend??? As he unbuckled my restraints, he turned and handed me a glass of water..."Like fuck am I drinking that" I spat. "It's water... you are going to have to trust me" he growled "You don't really have a lot of options... do you?"

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

It had been a long time since I went to a barber... I was fussy and if I didn't click with the guy, it was never going to happen. A mate of mine told me about a guy he knew that had a chair in his own house... I wasn't impressed, but he assured me that he had a great reputation. I wasn't sure, still a bit gun-shy from previous experiences. I let it slide and forgot about it until I caught sight of my reflection in the bathroom... something had to give. After a couple of weeks I decided to let my mate arrange a meeting with this guy. After a bit of back and forth the day finally came to sit in this guy's chair, my mate told me not to judge a book by it's cover... I brushed it off but still thought it was a weird thing to say. I arrived at an ordinary looking house and even before I reached for the doorbell this tattooed, bearded guy appeared in the open doorway. He was pleasant enough, but I couldn't shake this feeling... maybe it was the past experiences that were causing ripples. We shook hands and I entered the house, I found it a bit weird that I heard the door lock behind me... I glanced back but the guy smiled and encouraged me into his salon. Pleasantries were exchanged and I began to unload, telling the guy all about my past experiences with dodgy barbers...he could see how uptight and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, as he threw the cover round me to start cutting my beard I noticed the heavy rubber of the cover... and it was tight around my neck, I commented on the cover and the guy just grinned. He asked if I would like a beer or something else to drink... I started to like this guy and thought... yeah why not! As I sat gulping my beer down, he groomed his way round my beard, fuck I was starting to relax...I was happy to sit there all day...at one point he leaned in and growled that he had time to do a good job on me, without thinking I accepted another beer, this was great as I started to lean back into the chair almost feeling drowsy...

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

I excitedly wondered what master wanted me to do next. He pointed. “There’s a chair under a blanket over there. Lift off the blanket and wait.” I had an idea what was next and it thrilled me. I lifted the blanket to reveal what I expected — a rim seat. “Have you ever eaten ass, slave?” “Yes, master.” “You liked it, didn’t you?” “Very much, master.” “A dirty little slave like you knows his purpose is to please other men and revels in it. Get under it.” My ass, still sore from the beatings, smarted as lay down on my back, head under the chair. I knew I deserved it because I failed my master. He took off his pants, walked towards the chair and set down. God, his naked ass was gorgeous, and I desperately wanted to please it. “I’m going to have another hit before you start. You’ll probably be lousy at it so I need the T to make it somewhat enjoyable for me.” I heard the torch ignite. Even unable to see, it turned me on. My tongue wanted to start licking him. He put the pipe down. “Get to work, slave. Show me you’re worth your master’s time.” I raised my head and started slowly licking, his cheeks first. “Do it like you mean it, you useless piece of shit! This isn’t foreplay with some twink you picked up in a bar! You are rimming the ass of a real man!” Desperate to please my master, I plunged my face between his butt cheeks and started furiously tonguing his hole. Even though his glorious ass was clean the aroma was intoxicating, the smell of a true man. After a few seconds, I could feel him tightening his ass a bit. He let out a low moan. Knowing I was pleasing my master made me go at it with even more intensity. “Good slave. There may be hope for you yet.” I kept at it, wanting to continue pleasing him. He moaned more. “I think you’ve earned another hit, slave. Take the pipe and torch from the floor and have one.” I looked. It was master’s huge pipe, not the one he allowed me to use earlier. “May I use your pipe, master?” “Only because I don’t want you to have to stop long enough to get the small one.” I put the pipe into my mouth, aroused just because it had previously been in my master’s mouth. I hoped he’d eventually be gracious enough to shotgun me. “Blow a cloud if you want. I know it will excite you. You’re doing adequately well now, so maybe it will encourage you to perform better.” I knew what to do. I had parTied before. I lit the torch and held the flame under the huge bowl, waited for it to fill with vapor, then drew them into my lungs. I had never taken a hit so big before. Previous highs seemed like nothing to me. I slowly let the cloud out and watched it move down my chest and swirl around my cock. God, it felt good. “Get your face back in my ass slave.” I did as ordered, the meth encouraging me. Master took another hit. When I took a brief break for air, I could see he was stroking his cock. That thrilled me, knowing I was serving him so well. “Nibble me, slave.” I did and he growled. “Harder.” I bit and he responded with, “Yeah, yeah. Good slave.” That may have lasted ten minutes, it may have lasted two hours. Unbridled lust and potent T ruined my time perception but I didn’t give a fuck. Master finally said, “Enough for now. You’ve shown me you know how to use your tongue.” “Thank you, master. I’m glad I could please you so.” He stood and put his leather pants back on, but I could see his massive bulge outlined by them. “I’ll bet you love having a cock in your mouth, slave.” Excitement surged in me at the thought of feeling him in my mouth. “I do master.” “Little sub pigs like you always do. You know you exist to please other men. All you want is cocks in your pathetic holes.” “Master understands me. Thank you.” “Bullshit. I don’t understand you. That would be like understanding my cock pump. You’re just a thing for my pleasure.” I knew he was right, and it left me even more aroused. “You’re right, master.” “Do you want my cock inside your mouth?” “Yes, master, there’s nothing I want more than…” “Lying little faggot. We both know what you really want.” I nodded. “I know, master. I’ve not earned that privilege yet.” My ass ached to feel him inside it, to be pounded as I begged for more. “Approach your master.” I started to step towards him, then I remembered my unworthiness. I got on my hands and knees and crawled towards the glorious man who was allowing me to serve him. I stopped and rise to my knees, my face maybe six inches from the gigantic bulge in his pants. “Another hit, slave?” I was already higher than I ever thought possible, but I wasn’t going to refuse. “If master thanks I deserve it.” “You don’t, but I want to make sure you’re ready for what’s next. I’ll go first.” He put the pipe in his mouth, applied the torch, inhaled, then… Oh, holy fuck, he bent down, pressed his lips to mine, and exhaled a cloud into my mouth. “Pass it back to me, slave”, he hissed. I pressed my lips to his and exhaled into his mouth. God, I thought I was high before, but the thrill of a shotgun from my master made it even more intense. “That was your reward for doing a good job using your mouth on my ass. If you can serve my cock as well, slave, there’s a better reward.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen cock. “Get ready, slave. This will be a more difficult test.” More to cum

i think i've told this story before but one day watching tv batman and robin jumped on their fireman poles in street clothes and then landed in the batcave in costume. realizing they'd been naked together at one point during the decent, i became obsessed w the image of the two guys naked side by side on stripper poles 😜

Soooooo ..... turns out Orange Jesus isn't quite as rich as he's been claiming. What a surprise - not !! It's only a matter of hours before the State of NY starts to padlock some of those buildings. What surprises me is that the billionaires that have been supporting certain Justices (capitalized it anyway) on the Supreme Court haven't ponied up to bail BigMacAss out of the mess of his own making. Another surprise (but not all that surprising) is that his son-in-law, who received a couple B from the Saudi's hasn't ponied up either. But, I suppose the grift, the selfishness, the greed runs in the Kushner family too. Now that the RNC is being run by OJ's daughter in law, he's soaking that smallish pot up like a sponge too, and it seems those vulgar, gold-colored sneakers aren't bringing in as much dough as they'd planned. I know I haven't seen a pair when I'm out and about. Maybe his sense of what's tasteful and what's not is just another facet of human-ness he's lacking - on top of all the others. With the RNC throwing it's money away on trying to keep puke-mouth outta the clink, I'm wondering how much will be left to do the ads ... all the tasks National Committee's generally do to get their nominee elected. As to the HoR's, (spelled it phonetically), at least they managed to pass yet another Continuing Resolution to fund the Government .... that's at least something ....

The first time I fucked a guy it was bareback, and I loved it. The first time I got fucked, threw a Gloryhole, it was bareback, and I love that too.

ugly guys turn me on whereas pretty guys do nothing for me

He finally came down, dressed head-to-toe in leather. A cap, a vest that showed his beautiful hairy chest, and pants so tight they looked like they were glued on. ”Do you like what you see?” ”Yes, master.” ”What does it make you want to do?’ ”Serve my master, please my master.” ”Fucking right, slave.” He looked at my naked body. “Flabby, fat, weak, and a small cock. If I wasn’t such a generous master, I’d kick you out now. But your cock doesn’t matter. Why is that, slave?” “Your cock is all that matters, master.” ”That’s correct. You’re not even allowed to touch yours without permission.” He paused and opened a drawer. “I’m going to get high now. You’ve not earned a hit of Tina yet.” He pulled out a pipe with an already loaded bowl the size of a tennis ball and a torch. “You said you’ve parTied before. I bet the clouds turned you on, made you horny, made that tiny dick hard.” ”You’re right master.” “Worthless little chem fags like you always do. I don’t understand it. Clouds floating in the air aren’t making anyone high. But because I’m a good master…” He put the pipe in his mouth, lit the torch, and heated the crystals in the bowl. I was transfixed as I watch him inhale, pause, lean his head back, then release a massive cloud. My cock, already swollen from being in the presence of my gorgeous, glorious master, tingled. I wanted to do whatever it took for him to allow me the honor of flying high with him. “Thank you, master” I whispered. ”Fuck yeah” he said. “That’s really potent T. You’re gonna be so fucking high when I decide you’ve earned it.” “I want to earn it, master. Tell me how I can please you.” “For starters… what do you call someone who is paid for sex?” “A whore, master.” “Good slave. And how, my little whore, are you getting paid?” “With T, master.” “You’re getting closer.” “With meth. Master gives me meth for serving him.” “Good slave. So that makes you a…” “Meth whore, master.” “Exactly right. You’re just my dirty meth whore. Tell master who you are.” “Your dirty meth whore, master.” “Approach me.” I took a step towards him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? A slave isn’t allowed to come to his master standing! On your fucking knees, you useless fucking faggot!” I dropped to my knees and hung my head in shame. “Please forgive me, master.” “No. There’s one way a slave is forgiven. You have to be punished.” “I know, master.” Holy fuck, I was turned on now. “Ask master to punish you.” “Please master, punish me. Allow me to earn your forgiveness.” He didn’t respond, just went to a cabinet and opened it. “Turn around and don’t look,” he ordered. “Wait to see what I have for you.” It only took a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. He approached me from behind. “Turn your head.” I did and saw he was holding a riding crop. “You know what’s next, right?” I nodded.“Yes, master.” “Tell me what’s next.” “You’ll beat my ass with it, master.” “Why?” “So I learn to serve my master better.” “Pain is the only way to teach useless shits like you anything. Get on all fours.” I did as he walked behind me. “Don’t yell out. Just count the swats. Show me you have the potential to be man enough to serve me.” He raised his arm. I heard the crop slice the air and… oh, fuck it hurt! But it felt even better. It was my first real lesson as being a sex slave, a meth whore, and I fucking wanted more. “One!” I yelled. Two more blows. I counted them as ordered. He walked around in front of me. “You took your punishment well. What do you say now.” “Thank you, master.” “For what?” “Thank you for training me to serve you, master.” “Good. Are you ready for your first hit from the pipe?” “If master thinks I am.” “Beg for it. Show me you’re a meth whore.” “Please master, make me high. I don’t deserve it, I know. I’ll earn it, I swear.” “You’re fucking right you’ll earn it.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a smaller pipe. “You don’t get to use my big one, not yet. You’ve not proven you’re worthy to have your lips touch something my lips have touched.” He loaded the pipe from a huge baggie of crystals. “Stay on all fours.” He put the pipe into my mouth. “Inhale when ordered, whore. Only exhale when I tell you. No pansy-ass clouds. I want you higher than you’ve ever been” He held the torch under the bowl. I could see the vapor swirling. “Inhale.” I did. My lungs filled with potent clouds. He pulled the pipe away. “Wait… wait…” My lungs felt like they were about to burst, but the rush was hitting me too. “Exhale.” I finally did. Just a few wisps came out. “How do you feel, slave?” “Oh god, oh god, I’m flying, master. Thank you, thank you.” I was talking a thousand miles an hour. “Stop acting like a fucking tweaker. I didn’t allow you a hit so you fucking chat. Tell your master how it makes you feel!” I knew what he wanted to hear. “Ready to serve my master. I’ll do whatever he wants. Anything. I’m his meth whore now.” “Fucking right. You may approach me.” My chemmed-up mind was racing with thoughts of what might be next. Whatever my master wanted me to do, I wanted to do it. I was his to command and I loved it. I crawled towards him. When I was about three feet away, he ordered, “Stop. Rise before me.” I did. “You need to be marked.” He pulled a sharpie out of a drawer. “Come closer.” I did until he put a hand on my shoulder. Dear God, just that touch was extraordinarily erotic. He uncapped the sharpie. “Close your eyes.” I did and felt him write on my chest. “Turn around.” I did, and felt him writing on my back. “Open your eyes. Tell me what it says on your chest.” I looked down. “Meth whore.” “That’s right. And your back says ‘Cum dumpster’.” “Thank you master. I know that’s what I am.” “You fucking love it, too, don’t you.” “Yes, master. I love existing to serve you. I love being rewarded with the pipe. I love being trained…” “Shut the fuck up. It’s time to get to work on earning your next hit.” More to cum

Met two daddies on grinder, went to their place and stripped down together and jumped in the jaccuzi, after a few drinks I couldn’t help it and reached my foot over to daddy 1 and rubbed his cock and with my hand rubbed the daddy 2’s cock who pulled me in to make out, when daddy 1 saw that he stood up and came over cock wet,hard and glistening. Without saying anything daddy 2 and licked each side of his cock…after a bit of this daddy 2 pulled me up and bent me over to eat my hole before making me ride him which felt so hot being out in the open getting my hole filled. Daddy 1 got jealous I think and suggested we check out the sling ( never was in one before) after some awkward getting settled in it, daddy 1 lubed me up and slid his cock in, I remember how amazing it felt hitting my spot that he got rougher and I eventually came all over myself. Daddy 1 nutted in me and could feel/hear the load drip out, daddy 2 walked up and got ready for his turn. He was a bit of a faster cummer but I didn’t mind at that point I was a mindless sex object. Daddy 2 nutted and I felt satisfied. We all got up and shared the outdoor shower and made out together

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.

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

My friend told me a funny story. Her classmate used her own saliva for the microscope study lecture. That classmate embarrassed herself live in class. The professor and all of her classmates including my friend witness sperms wiggling inside the glass case via camera connected to the microscope lens's. My friend was grossed out to learn that classmate gave someone a blowjob before their morning class. 🤣

Four hours later my phone rang. My friends wanted to go for breakfast and then have a look at the pride festival around the corner. Usually, I can’t handle anything less than eight hours of sleep, but my dick all-but commanded me to get up and join my friends. You see, I hadn't cum the night before, so essential horniness awoke me enough that I could meet with them. Looking into the mirror I had knew I had looked better, even if I was somewhat proud of myself. Overall I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, caked with cum, hair gel and who knows what else. My knees were scraped-up from kneeling on the ground for an extended time, my hairy legs were covered with dried cum, my hole was also a mess, but my jock saturated with dried precum. In addition I noticed the sheets were stained with white and even some red. 'Not a good sign', I thought to myself, grinning internally, as I remembered a statistic I had encountered, that on average, every 30th load bites. Thinking back, I thought I had taken 15 or so loads the night before, which was far from 30, but the intensity of the sex play, and blood stains suggested the probability was somewhat higher than average. Was it too late to catch myself and return to the good side? I jumped into the shower and sat on the shower bench, letting the water pour down on me as I fingered my hole. A little more blood, as well as more cum oozed out. My cock got hard. “Fuck it!” I thought. It was probably too late anyway. Getting out of the shower, somewhat cleaner, I dried myself, pulled on another jock, a T-shirt and some jeans and ran out the door to catch-up with my friends who were waiting in the lobby. “What happened to you? You look really tired,” was the gist of their greeting. Someone else asked “Didn’t you leave early?” I mumbled something about a noisy party next door and a bad hangover. They left me alone. We walked over to a nice place where we could sit outside and look at the farmer’s markets. We had a nice breakfast, but all I could think of was cocks, dicks, cum and being poz. We went and had a look at the pride festival. Heaps of stalls, men and beer. Being on holidays, a beer at 11:00 was totally justified. We each paid for a round, so life was good. Started chatting with a couple of guys, the atmosphere relaxed and a little cruisey. My single friend started an intimate discussion with a twink and disappeared, and my friends who were couples were getting bored, so I sent them on their way and promised to meet up later. I kept wondering around and ended up at the tent for the national AIDS council. Condoms and brochures everywhere. A mid 30s, tall blonde stud was discussing treatments with one of the volunteers. A sexy guy in his early 20s, dark hair, blue eyes approached me. “Are you alright there?” “Yeah thank you” I stumbled. “Are you informed about protection? Do you have any questions?” “Ah thank you” I blushed. “Big couple of nights recently, not sure whether I need protection anymore...” “Oh really? Sorry to hear that” ”No no it's fine. Guess for some it is their destiny.” “Maybe. Maybe not. You think you are already infected?” I began to tell him about the last two nights and as I did I noticed an increasing bulge in his crotch. When I finished my story, somehow I wasn't terribly surprised when he commented with a broad smile, "So, you were quite the slut!” As I sputtered a reply he continued saying "You don’t look at all like it. I love your innocent looks and the inside piggyness. I got pozzed to years ago. A condom broke, but I have no idea who it was. Would have loved to be aware of when it was happening.” “Oh, I assumed all you guys are negative." "Hell no. Most of us are poz. And some of us are here to make new friends. Some of mine stopped talking to me after they found out I was poz.” “That’s heavy” I replied. “Yeah, but we are a club here now.” “Once you are diagnosed, you are very welcum to join” he winked at me. “Only then? No possibility to join earlier?” “Well there is an option,” he replied, explaining "One of the members needs to vouch that the diagnosis is inevitable.” “And how does he do that?” “Special one on one time” his eyes now looking devilishly at me. I was rock hard. This hot twink wanted to poz me! Should I risk it? What were the odds? What did I have to lose? Would I regret it, if it turned out I was already infected and said no now? I grinned and asked “How do I sign up?” “Come with me.”

Hi everybody! I’ve written a lot of erotic fiction elsewhere, but this is my first story on Breeding Zone. I’m sure a similar setup has been done in the past, but I thought this would be a fun saga to write. The premise is the path of a virus making its way from person to person, claiming more and more victims (both willing and unwilling). Enjoy! Patient 1: Sam The summer of 1983 was off to a sweltering start. Sam had moved to San Francisco three years ago, but he couldn’t remember a hotter period in the city. He’d stayed inside as much as possible, glued to the small AC unit in the bedroom window of his tiny apartment. Of course, that awful flu from last week certainly hadn’t helped. He’d come down pretty suddenly with a raging fever and horrible muscle aches, confined to his room for almost two weeks. He could barely get out of bed, let alone out into that summer heat. Now that he was feeling better, he was looking forward to finally getting laid. It had been too long since he’d had sex. The last guy he’d fucked had been this totally hot flight attendant he’d met on a flight back to his hometown in Alabama. The guy was a total DILF: mid-30s, blonde hair, thick mustache like a caterpillar. The second Sam stepped on the plane he knew he was gonna fuck this guy. They were barely off the ground before the attendant slipped Sam a note asking him to meet him in the first-class lavatory. When he arrived, the guy already had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. “Get on your knees,” he said. Sam complied, dropping to the ground and taking the man’s cock into his soft mouth. He sucked him hungrily, bringing the guy’s cock to full, beautiful hardness within seconds. “Bend over the sink.” The man pulled his pants down to the ground. His cock sprang out, wet and hard. Sam had only bottomed once or twice before, but this cock was too delicious to pass up. He unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing cock from his briefs. He stroked it in his hand as he felt the head of the man’s cock rubbing up against his hole. Then it was pushing its way in, tearing up his insides as it sank deep inside. A little lube would have been nice, though Sam never used lube himself when he was the one doing the fucking. He preferred the natural, slick wetness of a man’s insides. The flight attendant fucked him roughly, grabbing his hips and thrusting him back against his cock. Precum dripped out of his cock, which bounced wildly with every thrust. “Such a tight hole,” the man said with a smirk. “You a virgin?” “Mmph… I’m a top… ugh…” moaned Sam. The man laughed, then picked up the pace, fucking him harder. “Sure you are.” Sam just moaned. The cock was rubbing up against something inside him, and as he stroked his cock, he could feel his orgasm just around the corner. But before he could shoot off, the man shoved his cock deep inside him and groaned. “Take that load… fuck yeah,” said the flight attendant as his cock pulsed inside Sam’s hole. He could feel every burst of the man’s seed as it worked its way deep inside his rectum. It was just what he needed to push him over the edge, spraying his own load over the bathroom mirror as he let out a cry. But that had been a month ago. He stayed with his parents in Alabama for the next couple of weeks, which left him no time (and very little options) for cruising. Then, the second he stepped foot back into the city, he’d been hit with that awful flu. Sam hadn’t gone this long without having sex since he’d lost his virginity at 18. He knew he was a bit of a late bloomer, but he’d wasted no time making up for it over the next three years. At 21, he was still in his sexual prime. He was tall and trim, with a body he’d worked hard for and a pretty sizable dick he’d been blessed with. He practically lived at the baths, spending his evenings after work pumping iron and cruising the sauna. He’d gotten off in more guys than he could count, getting his dick sucked and blowing a load in whichever naive bottom just moved to town. Now it was a Sunday morning, bright and hot as ever. He’d used up his sick pay calling out the last two weeks, so he knew he’d have to go back in tomorrow. Today was his last chance to get laid before the workweek. He pulled on a pair of white jockey Y-fronts and some cutoff jean shorts, his dark brown bush peeking out from the top. A lot of guys these days had started shaving, but he loved how manly he felt with a full, dark bush. There was something so hot about seeing a guy’s nose buried in his pubes. Since it was too hot to wear much more than that outside, he tucked a tank top into his back pocket and headed out the door. As soon as he stepped outside he felt the sun beating down on him. Sweat dripped down his chest, practically steaming off of his hot skin. For a moment he wondered if he was still slightly feverish. Perhaps he should stay home after all. But his cock was too busy leading the way, so he wiped his brow and set off in the direction of the baths, already dreaming of slipping into the cold pool. When he turned the corner, the sight of the man at the end of the block almost made him stop in his tracks. He was short and thick, a perfect mix of muscle and curves that Sam loved on the guys he fucked. Forget the skinny twinks–Sam was all about having something to grab onto while fucking. The guy wore a black tank top and baseball cap, which showed off his dark tan skin and beefy chest. As he got closer, Sam could see that he was probably Latino. He had a thin black mustache on his upper lip, and he was looking right at Sam with a gleam he recognized all too well. They slowed down as they passed each other, each turning their heads to check the other out. Sam got a look at the guy’s ass, which looked full and fuckable in a pair of black workout shorts. He locked eyes with the guy again, who smiled and beckoned him with a subtle nod. The chase was on. Sam turned on his heels, following the hot Latino man down the street. He was growing hard at the anticipation of sinking into that tight hole. He shoved his hand down his Y-fronts to adjust himself, then grinned as the man looked back and saw him. The guy kept walking for another couple of blocks before turning down a street lined with a row of apartments. After a minute, he stopped in front of a tall rust-colored building. Without looking at Sam, he walked up the stairs to the entrance and unlocked the door. For a second, Sam thought he’d disappeared inside without him, but as he made his way up the steps, he could see a hand holding the door open. He put his hand on the other man’s, feeling his soft, warm skin as he slipped inside the apartment and the door shut behind them. Without a word, he followed the guy up the stairs. The man’s ass was an inch away from his face, jiggling deliciously in those black shorts. He stuck his nose in close and breathed deeply, inhaling the man’s musk. He’d have his tongue deep in there in a minute, he was sure. The man stopped on the third floor in front of one of the apartment doors. He turned and smiled at Sam. “Dario,” he said. “Excuse me?” The guy laughed. “Dario. It’s my name.” He had a little bit of an accent that Sam found incredibly sexy. “Oh. I’m Sam.” Dario bit his lip. “Sam… would you like to come inside?” Would he ever! He put his thumb on Dario’s lip, pulling open that soft mouth. He slipped it inside to feel the wetness of Dario’s tongue. Dario closed his mouth around it, sucking on Sam’s thumb like it was an audition. “Fuck yeah,” he said. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue invaded Dario’s mouth, wrestling for dominance. His hands slid into Dario’s shorts and squeezed that thick, juicy ass. He could feel the heat rising in him, urging him to seed this bottom. But before his fingers could make their way into the holy land, Dario broke the kiss. “Follow me,” he said breathlessly. He opened the door and walked inside the apartment, leaving Sam to follow. The place was small but intimate. It looked like Dario lived alone–good. No interruptions, then. Dario stripped off his tank top. He was smooth all over, a thin layer of sweat covering his light brown skin. Sam reached forward and grazed his fingertips against Dario’s skin. He rubbed his thumbs over the man’s nipples. Dario shuddered and leaned his head back, exposing his neck for the taking. Sam leaned in and ran his lips against Dario’s ear. “What are you into?” he whispered. He was playing with Dario’s nipples, enjoying hearing the bottom boy moan. “Whatever you want,” whimpered Dario. He smiled. Right answer. He latched onto Dario’s neck, kissing and licking and biting him as his hands groped the man’s ass. He reached his fingers underneath Dario’s shorts to feel the rough band of a jockstrap. He pulled it back and let it smack against Dario’s ass, making the man moan again. Then he slid his fingers downward, prying apart those sweaty cheeks to find the sweet hole between them. Dario let out a whimper as Sam’s fingertip brushed against his hole. He gently rubbed the outside of it, feeling the smoothness. Smooth holes always made him rock hard. He stuck the tip of his finger inside and wiggled it deep. “Oh, fuck,” said Dario. Sam cut him off with a kiss. His tongue was rough, fighting its way inside the little Latino bottom. He needed to be inside him and he needed to be inside him now. “Bedroom,” he said gruffly. Dario grabbed his cock through his jean shorts, leading him through the living room to a smaller room at the back. The room was dark and hot, with blackout curtains cutting off the light. A fan was running at full blast, but it did little more than swirl the hot air around the room. “Sorry there’s no AC,” said Dario. “Get on the bed.” Sam pulled off his shorts and underwear, letting his dick spring free. Dario laid back against the bed, but when he reached to grab Sam’s dick, Sam grabbed his hands. “No touching,” he said. “You have rope? Handcuffs?” Dario reached into his bedside table and pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Perfect. Now turn around.” He took the cuffs from Dario, then watched as Dario lay flat on his stomach, arms outstretched. Good boy. He put the handcuffs on Dario’s left wrist, then looped it through the headboard before attaching it to his other wrist. He was leaking like mad, leaving a trail of precum on Dario’s lower back. He pulled off Dario’s shorts to reveal his smooth hole. The boy’s ass was so big it looked like the jockstrap could barely contain it. He grabbed his cheeks and pried them apart, mouth watering as he ran his tongue over that tight pucker. Dario was moaning like crazy now, writhing against the bed as he ate him out. He loved eating a boy’s pussy. They were like putty in your hands if you knew how to work your tongue in their hole. But his cock was hard and angry. It wanted in. He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole and put his mouth against the bottom’s ear. “You want this dick inside you.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” whispered Dario. But just as he was about to shove it into that warm, wet slice of heaven, he heard the words that made his blood run cold. “There’s a condom in the drawer.” Sam growled. He had never used a condom in his life. He sure as hell wasn’t about to start now. “I don’t do condoms.” “But haven’t you heard?” Dario looked back at him, eyes wide. “Heard what?” “There’s that thing going around. A virus. My friend in New York was telling me about it. He gave me a pamphlet.” Dario nodded towards the nightstand. It held a small white pamphlet with black lettering that read How to Have Sex in an Epidemic: One Approach. “It says you could get it from getting fucked,” said Dario. Sam huffed. “Well, I don’t get fucked. I fuck. So you don’t have to worry about me, baby–I’m clean.” He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole again, hoping to make the bottom forget about all this condom nonsense. “Mm.. oh fuck.. It’s not… look, man, I hate it too. But you gotta put one on, okay?” Sam sighed angrily. He was half tempted to just walk out of there, leave Dario handcuffed, and find some bottom at the baths who actually knew how to fuck the way God intended. But the boy looked so fucking hot there, handcuffed and helpless. And that hole had tasted so good… maybe it would be worth it, just this once. “Fine. Where are they?” Dario nodded his head to the nightstand drawer. Sam pulled out a roll of condoms, looking at them in disgust. What was he, a fucking hetero? All this condom talk was making his dick limp. He tore off one of the condoms and set it on the table. He climbed further up the bed, grabbed Dario’s head, and turned it to the side, then shoved his cock deep inside the guy’s mouth. He face fucked him for a minute, getting his dick nice and wet and back to full mast. Finally, when he felt hard as a rock, he ripped open the condom and rolled it down onto his cock. “There’s some lube-” “I don’t need lube,” said Sam. He spit on his hand and rubbed it around the edge of the condom. Then, in one fell swoop, he shoved his cock deep inside Dario’s asshole. “Oh, fuck! Dude, you gotta take it easy,” pleaded Dario. So, maybe he was punishing him a little. So what. He deserved it, what with all that condom bullshit. He pulled his dick out halfway, then rammed it back inside. “Oh! Oh, Jesus,” Dario whimpered. Sam rammed his cock in and out, in and out. He was dripping sweat from his forehead onto Dario’s back, running down that beautiful skin and pooling in the man’s lower back. He leaned down and kissed Dario, thrusting his cock deep inside him again and again. He could feel Dario whimpering in his mouth, no doubt struggling as Sam’s cock tore him up inside. But Sam had enough experience to know that soon enough Dario would be begging him for more. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and shoved him face-first in the pillow, plowing the man’s hole with reckless abandon. “Take that cock you fucking faggot,” he moaned. Dario’s hole was unbelievably tight, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of how much better it would be raw. The condom felt tight around the head of his dick, making his cock feel less sensitive. He fucked him harder and faster, channeling his rage into his cock. The condom got tighter and tighter around the head of his cock until it was almost too much to bear. Then he felt it–that glorious pop. The condom had snapped. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. His cock felt like heaven inside Dario’s hole. Now there was nothing between the sensitive head and Dario’s warm, wet insides. There was nothing holding him back anymore. He pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, rubbing his cockhead across Dario’s wet fuck chute. “Ugh… Oh… That feels so good,” Dario moaned. “You like that? Like being fucked by a real man?” “Ugh.. yeah… the-the condom’s still on, right?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Of course it is.” “Uhh… are you sure?” He smacked Dario’s ass, making the flesh jiggle. “Don’t worry about it. Now squeeze your ass on my dick.” Dario put his face into the pillow and arched his back up, squeezing his tight hole around Sam’s dick. “Deeper,” he moaned. Sam smirked as he started fucking him again. These bottoms were so stupid. A little bit of dominance and they’ll do anything you say. He couldn’t wait to paint this boy’s insides with his nut, just like God intended. He was fucking him roughly again, lost in the animalistic heat of the moment. His skin felt like it was on fire, hotter than it had been when he was feverous just a few days ago. He slammed his hips against Dario’s cheeks, holding onto the jockstrap like a horse’s reigns as he fucked the shit out of this boy. “Ugh… oh slow down, that hurts…” He ignored him, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm build. The only thing that mattered now was his own pleasure. He needed to spill his seed, to breed this boy and mark him as his own. He needed to plant his seed so deep inside of Dario that he would be a part of him forever. “Ugh… fuck… I’m coming!” He wrapped his arms around Dario’s chest, squeezing the boy tightly as he blew his load inside him. His cock was planted as far in as it could go, and he felt nothing but ecstasy as it filled the boy’s rectum with cum. He could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with his heartbeat. He collapsed onto Dario’s back, his cock twitching as it released its last few dribbles of cum. He put his nose in Dario’s hair and breathed in the boy’s scent. It smelled clean and fresh, like a flower waiting to be defiled. Another job well done. “That was fucking hot,” said Dario, his back heaving as he breathed heavily. Sam pulled his cock out of Dario’s hole, relishing one last feel of the boy’s insides. There was a light pink froth on the outside of the condom, a beautiful mixture of cum and a little bit of blood that he sometimes saw when he pushed a bottom to his limits. When he pulled his cock all the way out, he could see the tip of the condom hanging precariously off. He laughed to himself. “What’s so funny?” Dario asked, turning his head to smile at him. Sam ripped off the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket by the bed. “Nothing. Let’s get you off.” He wasn’t a total douchebag, after all. Just because he cared more about his own pleasure than anyone else’s didn’t mean he didn’t like helping bottoms get off. He released Dario from the handcuffs, then turned the boy on his back and kissed him. His hand traced down Dario’s chest, squeezing his meaty pecs and pinching his dark brown nipples. He trailed down the smooth, sweaty skin of his pecs and stomach until his hand reached underneath Dario’s ass, where he slipped his fingers in the boy’s hole once more. “Ahh,” Dario hissed. “It’s a little sore.” Sam kissed his neck. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. Dario pulled his cock out of the jockstrap pouch, tugging on it as Sam fingered him deeply. He was working the cum deeper into the boy’s hole, careful to remove any trace of his stealthing. After all, what Dario didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. It wasn’t like there was a real chance of him catching anything anyway. Sam had been to the clinic just a couple of months ago and tested clean. What could he possibly have? “Ugh… oh god, yes,” Dario moaned. He was jerking his cock, his hole gripping Sam’s finger like a vice. Sam shoved his finger in as deep as it would go and wiggled it around. “Cum for me. Now!” Dario cried out as his cock began to spurt. The cum flew up and hit him on the chest, covering those beautiful brown nipples in sticky white seed. Sam kissed him, ravaging the boy’s prostate with his finger as he rode the orgasm. God, he loved breeding these boys more than anything but diddling them to completion was a reward all unto itself. He watched the cum spurting out of Dario’s cock less and less until it was just a dribble. “Wow,” Dario whispered once he’d finished cumming. “That was incredible.” Sam smirked. He pulled his finger out of Dario and sucked it clean. He loved the taste of a boy well fucked. Then he pulled on his jean shorts, stuffing the Y-fronts into his pocket. “Can I see you again?” asked Dario. He pulled on his shoes. “I’ll be at the baths if you’re ever up for another round.” It was certainly possible that they’d hook up again, but not very likely. Sam didn’t like to plow the same field too many times–there were so many other holes to conquer. Still, best to let him have a bit of hope. As he left Dario’s apartment, he felt a sudden burst of energy. Instead of heading home, he set off in the direction of the baths. He’d be ready to go again in minutes, of that he was sure. That month off sex had really shaken him. He needed this, a reminder that he was a man meant to breed. Now that he’d gotten off on his latest conquest, he knew there was a whole world out there just waiting to be conquered.

I’ve always had a submissive side, sexually. I’ve been tied up a few times, gotten spanked, but I wanted more. So, I went to a leather bar, hoping to find a dom guy who’d show me the ropes… and the sling, the handcuffs, the paddle… I had been there about half an hour when I saw him. Bearded, muscular, leather pants and vest, like a Tom of Finland drawing come to life. My cock was tingling. I walked up to him and said “Hi”. He didn’t even look at me, just grunted and growled, “You can do better.” ”Hello, sir.” “What do you want?” I gulped and thought for a second that seemed like forever. “To serve.” ”There’s a Denny’s down the street with a Help Wanted sign. Why don’t you get out of my sight and go there?” “I want to serve you, sir.” He finally turned to look at me. It was clear he was unimpressed. “What makes you think a fat little faggot like you is capable of serving a man like me?” ”Nothing sir.” ”Why do you think you deserve to even be in my presence?” ”I don’t sir.” ”You’re Goddamn right you don’t. You’re lucky, though. I just dismissed my last slave. I caught the little queer looking at Grindr. He had the nerve to even consider being with another man without my orders. I just kicked his lousy ass out. I should have paddled him, but he would have enjoyed it. Do you want to try to replace him?” ”Please, sir.” ”You’ll be expected to be my sexual slave. You will serve my every whim. And I have friends you’ll serve too..” I felt butterflies in my stomach. Was I ready? ”Are you fucking hesitating?” ”No, sir! I want to serve you! I want to be your slave!” “That’s better. Have you ever parTied?’ “Yes sir. A little sir” I had hoped that would be part of it. I’m sure he could tell I wanted to get high with him. ”Did it make you willing to do things you had never done before?” ”Yes sir.” “Tina is good for making a slave more willing. Are you going to earn it? Good slaves get rewarded.” ”Yes, sir.” “Good.” He wrote down an address on a bar napkin. “Be there in two hours, ready to serve.” More to cum

I would have to say my biggest fetish is cocksucking. Think about it all the time. Can't get enough of it. Fuck yes!

My first year in college I encountered a young guy about my age in a department store restroom and he asked if I wanted to go to his car. I agreed. It was on the top floor of the department stores parking garage. There were no other cars on the level. He wanted to know if I would suck his cock. Never having given a blowjob I decided what the heck and chowed down. Wasn't long he blew his load in my mouth. Fuck. That was my tutorial to sucking cock and I have never looked back since. Fuck yes.

Maybe we should buy a few of these and do some tests [think before following links] https://store.tengahealthcare.com/products/tenga-mens-loupe @Iker80 I'd be happy to assist 😘

I’ve had this happen before. I even had a jealous boyfriend contact me on an app and say my hookup was POZ and that I took his load like a whore. I said “your point?”

The pleaser

Chapter 5 – Washing up Jake held the boy as the boy started to shiver. Ethan tried to make sense of the gravity of knowing that he had just had sex with a man. No, he was fucked by a man. No, he was hard and shot the biggest load of the week, while he was being fucked by a man. Was he gay now? His body was in shock. He was a cummy mess. He was happy that he didn’t have anything in his ass anymore but felt so empty without one. J: You did great boy. Cherry poppin’ videos are always the hardest for new talent. And your creamy twink body is going to be very popular. Oh dear, you look like a sweaty dirty whore. Can’t have you looking like this all night. It might scare my guests. I tell you what, how about you go take a shower and come back so we can talk. Jake yells out for someone to come into the room. A latino guy just the same body type and height of Ethan walks in the room. This new guy has more muscle on him than Ethan. Not a twink, more of a twunk in his mid 20's. Not quite innocent looking. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts. J: Thanks for coming in here Miguel. This is our new friend Ethan. He is a bit sweaty from his first breakthrough performance. Would you be so kind as to help him to the shower and bring him back here? Miguel smirked and turned to Ethan. M: Hey friend, nice to meet you. I’m Miguel and I live here with the boss man. Let me help you out of this scene. Jake disappears from view. Miguel reaches out and unties Ethan’s legs and helps him stand up. They hobble over to a nice bathroom. They look over and see a nice big walk-in shower. Miguel leans Ethan against the wall while he walks in the shower and turns the nob on. The shower shoots on and gets Miguel a big wet. He walks back over the Ethan. Ethan is still floating high. He barely registers Miguel stripping his shirt and dropping his shorts. Miguel is kinda stripping in slow motion. He knows the shower room w loaded with a few cams. He knows the water temperature is regulated to lukewarm and just in case, all the glass of the shower was antifogged. E: Looks like we both need a shower. Haha. Ethan is looking Miguel up and down. Ethan was used to seeing a guy here or there naked in the gym showers and lockerroom but this was different. He was transfixed on this new guy’s body like he had never seen a man naked before. He stared at his chest, his pecks, his quarter sized nipples that looked especially pointy. He followed the chest down to the navel, and further down to his neatly trimmed hairs. This made Ethan reach down to his own area below and felt himself above his dick. Smooth. Smooth because he was a boy and this guy in front of him was obviously a man. Ethan became transfixed on Miguels dick. And just like it knew of his gaze, Miguel’s dick begins to grow and fill out. Miguel smirked and asked the boy if he liked what he was seeing. The boy took to his new position like he was born to it. He walked over to Miguel and reached out for his growing dick. M: Go ahead you know you want to boy. Start acting like the slut you were meant to be. Ethan licked his lips and dropped to his knees. He grabbed the dick with his left hand and leaned forward. His mouth engulfed the brown dick. Halfway at first but it didn’t take long before he was playing with the balls with the right hand. M: oh, fuck yeah, you love my cock in your mouth. Don’t you boy. Relax your throat baby boy. Miguel reached down with his hands and grabbed Ethan by his head. He says to the boy to cover his teeth and begins to fuck his mouth. Not hard and fast but a gentle rhythm. He looks down and the boy and pulls his dick out. M: you have to be careful with those teeth. Close your eyes. **Slap** The boy was not prepared for the hand to his face. Ethan covers the slapped surface with his own hand. E: What did I do? Did I do it wrong? M: No sweet thing. That was just to show you what happens when you graze a dick with your teeth. Better to learn now. Oh and if you bite down on a dick, you will probably have those pretty teeth of yours pulled or punched out. No body wants that right? Like I said, good to learn now. I’m sorry to hurt you. You are so innocent looking. I’ll tell you what, you deserve an apology. Miguel sits on the closed toilet seat reaches under the vanity of the sink and pulls out a loaded pipe. He takes a hit and blows it out. M: Come sit on my lap. I’m gonna shotgun you. Do you know what that is? Yes? Good. Ethan is taking orders like a pro and sits on Miguel’s lap with one of his legs going across Miguels. Ethan feels Miguel’s dick against his thigh. Miguel takes a big hit and then locks lips with Ethan. Blows out. Miguel hits then Ethan blows out. After the third shotgun, Miguel pushes his 2 fingers in Ethan’s mouth, coating his digits with saliva. He reaches between the boy’s legs and pushes the slobbery fingers in the boys new fuck hole. Ethan moans and starts to rock a big on the invading fingers. M: Good little whore. Now get in that shower and lather your body up. Clean yourself up and make yourself like new. Well, as new as you can. I’ll join you in a minute. Ethan got up and walked right into the spraying water. He reached for the bar of soap and did as he was told. He washed up. He was just about done when Miguel walked up behind him and pushes him against the wall. M: Put your hands against the wall and stand with your ass out a bit. Good now spread them legs. A little more. Good. Now beg for it. Beg for my big brown dick, for my sticky white cum, beg for me to impregnate you like the whore you are. E: Fuck me! Fuck me please! I need that big latino cock in my fuckhole. Fill me with your babies! I need it! Miguel got closer to his prey. His dick curved up a bit so it should be no problem at this angle. He smired some lube on his head and looked down at his 7.5 cut snake as it rested at the entrance to this deliciously creamy round ass attached to this boy begging for it. He slowly pushes in and continues until he bottoms out against the boy’s skin. E: oh yes, I love this feeling of feeling full. Mmm, yeah fill me with your babies. Miguel uses his legs to push the boy’s legs apart further; getting him in the optimal position. He then reaches down to the boy’s ear. M: Do you want me to breed you like I bred your girlfriend? Yeah, that’s right, while you were making your video, she was making hers. I’m gonna fuck you harder than I fucked her. You are so much tighter than that loose bitch. And with that, Miguel power fucked the boy in the shower. Moans and occasional “please slow down” and “it hurts a bit” would be uttered. But Miguel did not care. He fucked him for 20 straight minutes. When he was done, he pulled out and rised himself and the boy off. He wrapped a towel around the boy and said great job on his second video of the day. All cleaned up, Miguel walked Ethan over to the sling room but set him down on the bed instead. He said to wait here for further instructions. Miguel pointed out there was porn playing on the screen in front of them. He told him he could watch and play with himself but no cumming was allowed without permission. Ethan was mesmorized by the video on the screen. It was a video just like he had made earlier. Only this time, it was a just legal aged black boy that was passed out and being stripped and then placed in the sling. Ethan was half hard watching the vid but dared not touch himself. Not yet.

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

Usual Disclaimers, this is a work of fiction, all characters are of legal age. Part 1 pretty much sets up the initial premise of the story as well as a few of the main characters. Feedback and suggestions welcome. Although if the story isn't your cup of tea, just please move along. Thank you. FRESHMAN PROJECT: Jason (Part 1) Jason took a deep breath, gathering up his courage, then pulled the door open and stepped inside. The lobby of the college LGBTQIA+ center was decorated in rainbow colors and the walls were covered with a mix of affirmations about being queer and safer sex messages. There were several hallways leading deeper into the building on either side of a reception desk. A butch lesbian in her mid-twenties was seated behind the desk. She looked up and gave Jason a welcoming smile, “How can I help you?” she said. “Um, well, uh,” stuttered Jason. “You here for the Gay & Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle?” she asked. “Uh, yeah,” said Jason blushing. “Welcome, it’s down the hallway to your right, second door on the right,” she said pointing to the hallway on her left,. “It’s just about to start so you better hurry, I’m Kat by the way, if you are interested in learning about volunteer opportunities come stop by after the meeting,” she said. “Uh, okay, maybe, I’m Jason,” said Jason as he forced himself to smile then proceeded to head down the indicated hallway. He found the correct door, it had a sign, “Gay/Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle, 7-9pm Every Tuesday”. He saw there was a mirror next to the door so he justified stalling a bit to make sure he looked okay. He brushed his light brown bangs off his forehead. He had always kept his hair very short at home, but let it grow about a bit before heading off to college. He guessed he was sort of attractive as there had always been girls interested in him, but he put them off saying his family did not want him dating in high school. He had blue eyes and still was not able to grow much in the way of facial hair, so he only had to shave his pale face once a week or so. The thing he hated most about himself was that he was fairly skinny and had never been able to put much muscle on his 5’7” frame. “Okay coward, it’s now or never,” he said to his reflection before turning towards the door. He still stood in front of the door for a few seconds, fighting the urge to flee. Eventually he pushed through it and opened the door. Inside there were approximately a dozen guys ranging in age from 18 to mid-20’s. Some were seated in chairs that were in a ring dominating the center of the room and a few were standing outside the ring chatting with each other. There was a table with sodas, water, and a few snacks against the far wall. Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to a gorgeous masculine guy that was standing off to his left talking to another guy. The hunk looked like a mix between and surfer bro and a clean cut college athlete. He had wavy blond hair that framed his handsome face perfectly. His body was muscular without being thick. He appeared to be just over six feet tall and didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a light gray t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and firm muscles. He wore a pair of skin tight black jeans that had a noticeable bulge in the crotch. When he laughed, his smile and bright white teeth seemed to light up the room. Jason guess he was likely in his early twenties, which would make him an upperclassman or maybe a first year grad student. He was everything Jason dreamed about when he was masturbating in the shower back home at his family’s house. The student he was talking was the complete opposite. He was either Jason’s age or maybe a year older at most. He was about the same height as Jason, 5’6” and even skinnier than Jason who only weighted about 130 pounds. He was wearing a tight pink tank and a pair of skimpy red running shorts that were stretched tight around a firm bubble butt. The outfit left a gap between the tank top and the shorts, revealing a tramp stamp tattoo on the boy’s lower back. Jason couldn’t quite make out what he said from across the room. The boy also had several piercings in his ears as well as multiple tribal design tattoos on his arms and legs. His hair was died purple on the top with the sides shaved. ‘What a fag,’ thought Jason, his internalized homophobia making him look down on the boy for being so obviously gay, which was a stark contrast to Jason’s dream guy he was talking with. Jason realized he was staring at the pair, so he quickly turned and headed to the table with the snacks and drinks, avoiding the two by heading around the other side of the circle of chairs from where they were standing. Jason said hello to several of the other students that were hanging around the snack table. He grabbed a bottle of water so he had something to keep his hands occupied and hopefully hide his nervousness. After just a couple minutes, Jason’s dream guy, broke off his conversation with the fag boy and walked into the center of the circle of chairs. “Okay everyone, it’s time to start, everyone please take a seat so we can begin. For the fresh meat, er, I mean new comers, my name is Blake and I’m the group facilitator,” he said. Jason quickly found a seat and stared at the floor. ‘Maybe I made a mistake,’ he thought. He had grown up in a conservative household, his parents were devout evangelical Christians, in a conservative southern town. He knew he was gay from a young age but had always been too scared to act on it, let alone admit it to anyone. Now he was halfway across the country at a very liberal university on the coast of California just a short drive away from San Francisco. His father had tried to convince Jason to go to Liberty University, but Jason and gotten himself accepted with a full scholarship at an elite private university. While his parents weren’t happy about it, they said that since he was an adult, he could make his own choices now. Still, Jason was struggling with the thought of actually admitting to another person, let alone a room full of people, that he was gay. “So let’s start with introductions,” instructed Blake as he took his seat. Jason noticed that he did not sit next the flamboyant twink he had been talking with, which gave Jason hope that they weren’t a couple, “I’ll go first, as I just said my name is Blake. For those that don’t know me yet, I’m a senior this year. I’m doing a double major in Psychology and Education. I’m also on the swim team and if anyone is interested in trying out let me know and I can give you the details. I identify as gay. As an ice breaker, my idea of a great evening is listening to some music and snuggling with a cute guy.” There were a couple quiet chuckles from a few of the guys and the twink Blake had been talking with rolled his eyes and said, “Oh honey.” Jason had trouble focusing on the others as they introduced themselves. He kept trying to sneak glances at Blake but it seemed every time he looked towards him, Blake turned from whoever was speaking and smiled at Jason, which made Jason blush and stare back down at his feet. “As most of you already know, my name is Aiden,” said the boy that Jason had seen talking with Blake earlier. He had a stereotypical ‘gay voice’ and very over the top mannerisms, talking a lot with his hands. “I’m a sophomore and still haven’t figured out what major is going to be…” he was saying until he was interrupted by one of the guys on the other side of the circle shouting out. “You’re majoring in dick,” said the interrupter. Several of the guys laughed. “No cross talk Roger,” scolded Blake. Turning towards Aiden, he said “Please continue Aiden.” Aiden gave a smug smile then continued, “Well anyway, I identify as a cum dump and I’d say what my idea of a perfect evening was but I got told not to be so graphic at the end of last years meetings.” Again there were a few knowing chuckles. Jason was feeling nauseous, it was a combination of knowing there were just a couple more students until it was his turn to speak and warring emotions inside of him, he was both repulsed by Aiden and jealous of him. “Hey, it’s your turn if you would like to share,” said Blake to Jason. Jason had zoned out and now he was dying of embarrassment. “Um, uh, sorry,” he stammered. “My name’s Jason, I’m a freshman. I’m from a small town in Alabama,” he said trying to not look at Blake. “Isn’t his accent precious,” injected Aiden. “Let him finish,” scolded Blake. “Yes Sir,” snapped Aiden as he dramatically straightened up in his chair and smirked at Blake. There was an awkward silence before Jason continued, “Uh, I’m still debating between Political Science as a prelude to law school or maybe History and Education. I’m not sure how I identify yet, I think I’m gay as girls never really made me feel the way inside that I do when I think about guys. I really don’t know what a perfect night would be, I’ve never been on a date before,” Jason realized he was starting to ramble and overshare out of nervousness. He fought the urge to jump up and run out of the room. He expected the other guys in the room to start laughing at him but instead he some most of them of them were just quietly nodding and giving him welcoming smiles. “Thank you Jason. Don’t worry about picking a major or an identity. There will be plenty of time for you to figure everything out. That is what college is for, it helps you find out who you really are and lets you become what you were meant to be,” said Blake. The guy next to Jason started his introduction and Jason again had trouble focusing. After all the introductions were done, Blake led a discussion about safer-sex. He explained that it was a requirement from the university that the first night’s topic for all the student groups was to go over all the safer sex resources available at the campus health clinic including STD screening and PrEP for any students that felt they were a high risk for HIV. Blake also demonstrated on a banana how to apply a condom and that university recommended them for oral and anal sex as well as using a dental dam for rimming, all of which was available to students for free and both the health clinic and the LGBTQIA+ Student Center, which everyone just called the Rainbow Center since most of them kept stumbling over all the letters. After the presentation was over Blake announced that they still had the room for another half hour if people wanted to stay and mingle some more. Jason jumped up and was about to bolt for the door when Blake quickly crossed across the circle and stopped him, “Hey Jason you got a sec?” “Uh, sure I guess,” said Jason trying to not appear as the huge mess he felt he was at the moment. “I want to say it took a lot of courage for you to come here tonight. Coming out is tough and its hard if you are doing it all by yourself. If you would like to talk sometime we can grab a coffee at the Student Union and have a bit more relaxed chat, not in front of the big crazy group like these guys. Would you be interested in that?” asked Blake. Jason gulped. This smart, amazingly handsome jock senior was offering to have a coffee with him. Jason fought his instincts which were driving him right into fight or flight mode. “Um yeah, okay,” he said. “Great, does 3pm tomorrow work with your class schedule?” asked Blake. Jason couldn’t remember if it did or not but quickly replied, “Sure.” “Perfect, it’s a date,” laughed Blake. He saw a look of panic pass over Jason’s face, so he quickly added, “Just a phrase, no pressure Jason, I’m sorry.” “Uh okay, um, well,” sputter Jason, his words failing him. Fortunately Blake bailed him out, “Okay see you tomorrow at three,” he said as he reached out and gave the shorter boy a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. They said their goodbyes and Jason finally got his wish to flee the meeting. After the new boy had left, Aiden walked over to Blake. “So, he seems interesting,” said Aiden with a smirk. “Yeah, I think I found this year’s Freshman Project already,” said Blake with a big smile. “Do you think he will be as easy to convert as I was?” asked Aiden. “Depends on which definition of convert you are talking about,” replied Blake with a laugh. “Both,” said Aiden laughing as well. “Speaking of that, I missed you this summer, you started meds yet?” asked Blake. “I missed that pussy wrecker of yours. My t-cells are holding up so far so I haven’t started any yet, want to get as many strains as I can before I have to start. I’d love a recharge of yours if you are offering,” said Aiden as he leaned into the muscular swimmer who had been his gifter last fall. “Sure come by my apartment tomorrow after 9pm, I’m sure I’ll have good load worked up after spending a few hours with that naive southern boy. You going to want to pick up any party favors for the weekend as well?” asked Blake as he reached down and gave Aiden’s ass cheek a hard squeeze. “Yes please, I’ve already got quite a few guys lined up who also missed me over the summer,” teased Aiden. “Well keep some time available for me, I’m going to need to breed that ass of yours a lot until I got Jason broken in,” said Blake. “Well then for my sake I hope our little southern belle hangs on to her virginity for as long as she can,” said Aiden. “Oh come now Aide, you know he’s going to be pregnant with my babies before the Thanksgiving break, particularly if he meets Miss Tina,” said Blake, an evil gleam in his eye.

Such a hot story! I’m still neg and have never PNP’d but so ready to try T and think it would be so much better with a trying to convert me. I quit taking my PrEP a while ago!

At a hook up I didn't get a hard on - had a stressful week before and had some personal issues distracting me. I honestly hoped to get off and honestly offered a fuck... The guy was pissed and reproached me for not getting hard and started a real drama out of it. I offered him three options: - maybe I don't get hard because he's not the cupcake I thought to be? - if he needs an all-time ready-steady hard dick, it's a dildo what he needs, and not a human being that isn't ready like a tool with loaded batteries at any time... - to piss off I'm aware that a date expects a hard dick when one is out to get fucked, and that I, as a top, am the one to deliver and I provoke hope for that when I accept a hook up, but hello...! We're humans, no machines or apps... I had countless of guys without a stone hard rod for various reasons that no one's to blame for.

5. Scorpion Jesse slinks down the stairs and hauls back a half-asleep Eros to the priest’s bedroom. Rubbing gunk out of his eyes, Eros stares at the priest’s thin, naked body slowly twirling. “Yeah he’s dead all right.” Suppressing a yawn, Tommy tiptoes in quietly closing the door behind him. He presents a large plate of sandwiches to Eros and Jesse. "I found these on the counter. They're a little stale but I think they're—" Eros nabs two roast beefs before Tommy even finishes, "—okay." “Mustard?” “Like I’d forget,” Tommy says, annoyed, as he hands over mustard packets from his pocket. Eros is not a morning person, especially after just two hours of sleep. “Coffee?” “How many fucking hands you think I have?” Tommy’s prickly as Eros on two hours of sleep. The corpse does a full three-sixty as he munches a tuna fish wedge. When the monk’s pumped member glides in front of him, he turns to Jesse, “He fuck you with that thing?” “Jesus, Tommy. That’s the first thing you think of?” says Jesse, snatching an egg salad triangle whose crusts are sliced off. He watches the monk continue to rotate. “But, yeah. He fucked me with that thing.” Eros gobbles one of his roast beefs in a few bites. He goes to the bed and picks up a piece of rope. “Bondage, huh? What a shock.” “So you woke up and he was just hanging there?” Tommy suspiciously asks. He’s finished his tuna, and now starts on a turkey and avocado. “First I took a piss.” Jesse looks at the door and quietly slides the bolt lock so no one barges in unexpected. “When I came back I saw him hanging there.” Eros and Tommy circle the body chewing. Tommy looks at Jesse puzzled. “If his arms and legs are duct taped, how’d he manage to climb on the chair and hang himself? He had to have help.” “I told you, he slammed me a second time and I don’t remember anything after that." "So maybe you helped him and don't remember." Eros suggests. “There’s things I’ve done that I didn’t remember till T told me the next day.” "I barely could stand up after the first slam. No way I’m propping up a monk all taped up and getting him up on a chair. Look at me. On a good day I couldn’t lift, what—,” he gauges the body. “Like one-thirty, one-forty pounds? I’m not like T.” Tommy flexes a bicep for Eros and wiggles his eyebrows. Eros frowns, considers the situation. After finishing his second roast beef he proposes an idea raising his index finger. “What if someone comes in, binds him, and strings him up while you’re passed out?” “Except, when I got up to pee, the door was bolted on the inside,” Jesse counters. “Shit, that does complicates things,” Eros concedes. He takes the remaining turkey and avocado, which make Tommy snarl. He puts it back and chooses a lone lobster roll. “That actor guy and the tall kid were in here...I think,” Jesse reflects. “I’m not sure when that happened. But I felt a little dick as some point fucking me. Just like T said. I bet it was him. And the kid bitched about not having a hard on, but he got it up and fucked me, too.” “So tell me everything.” Eros squirts mustard on his lobster roll. “All you can remember.” “Dude,” Tommy balks. “You have to put mustard on everything?” “It’s the good kind. I didn’t know it came in little packets.” “Listen!” Jesse hits Eros to get his attention. “I remember the priest giving me this Prince Albert.” He pulls down his underwear and flashes his jeweled P.A. Tommy’s chewing the turkey and avocado and lifts the empty plate. "Should I go down and get more?" "Nah, you'll risk someone seeing you before we figure out what to do." Eros looks down to the pool below. Still empty. The sky's clear but it's brisk. Leaves are gathering around the pool filter. “Yeah, so after he gives me the P.A., he slams me the first time, and we fuck for a really long time, then he spanked me some, and then we fist—punch fist, sixty-nine fist. I never been so far up someone’s ass, ever! It was crazy weird.” Tommy whistles. “So many things happened. I’m might be confusing the order but I think I was gagged and blindfolded when the actor and the kid came in. I don't know how long they were here but they left, I'm pretty sure. I remember hearing the priest lock the door and then it got really quiet. Then after he poured hot wax on me—," "God damn, Jesse!" Eros bursts out. "You gonna listen to me next time?" "Like I need you to lecture me!” Jesse crosses his arms, looks defiantly at Eros. “Look at you all judgy. Say, how’d you and Mac D.P.-ing the kid go? You give him any choice?” “Let’s say he learned to like it,” Tommy says, watching Eros grind his jaw. “Fuck last night.” Eros snaps. Ostensibly he checks out the pool again, but then suddenly he picks up the antique chair and slams it down hard on the carpet with a boom. Jesse gives him a dirty look, shushing him, but then he blinks, looking wildly around. “Wait.” He searches the monk’s satchel then scurries around the room. “Where’s his case?” “What are you looking for,” Tommy asks, his mouth full. “He had this little case with a hypo in it. It had a couple vials strapped inside.” He looks under the bed, in the empty chest of drawers, and then rummages in the closet. “When he saw I was coming round he got out this kit—I don’t see it here. He also got out some scary tools—I think he must’ve pierced my nipple when I blacked out. After that second slam, I don’t remember anything. But that case should still be around." “Maybe whoever hung him took it,” Eros suggests. “Listen. Bottom line, it won’t look good you drugged up and locked in a room with a dead guy. You’ll be the cop’s suspect numero uno. Good you came and got us so we can get ahead of this. T, before anyone gets up we should get the body out of here. Bury it in the forest or maybe out at the lighthouse. Hardly anyone goes out to the cape.” Tommy pauses, swallowing the rest of his sandwich before he holds up his hand, waving it in disagreement. “No, someone might eventually find it. We should take it out to sea and Davy Jones it.” “No,” Eros says pacing. "It might float back. Then they’ll see neck burns and that’ll lead to a bunch of questions.” “Okay,” Tommy's pacing now, too. “Between here and the dock there’s that swamp. We can take it there, and weight it down with rocks. Nobody’s going to go traipsing into the swamp." Eros enthusiastically bobs his head in agreement. "Okay. Then we take one of the kayaks, make it look like he took one out early—“ “Like,” Eros says, clapping him on the shoulder, “we put his sandals in it—“ “—and his rosary—“ “Genius! And his rosary in the kayak and turn it over on the beach like it floated back without him.” “Yeah. Or just let it float out to sea! It’ll look like he went out before anyone else got up.” They’re holding each other’s shoulders, nodding, electrified by their brilliance. “He's still high—right?—he tips over and accidently drowns. No body to be found, but the police would have reason to believe they'd eventually find one. Right? That’s if Mac even reports him missing.” “I’ll get the kayaks if you guys get the body,” Jesse says. But then he pauses. “Wait. Why wouldn’t Mac report him missing?” Tommy and Eros exchange a look. Tommy says, “Let’s say he’s got his reasons not to attract attention.” Jesse collapses on the leather divan, the corpse spinning above him. He laces his fingers and put them on his head staring up at it. “So, if he didn’t hang himself—all duct taped up like that—someone else did. And if someone else did and got the inside bolt to somehow lock, he’s gonna know Father Lucius didn’t drown. They’ll rat us out!” “Well,” Tommy says, reasoning with him, “if we assume he didn’t hang himself—and I agree that it's impossible he did it—then someone went to a lot of trouble to get you locked into a room with a dead guy. So whoever that was, the last thing he’s going to do is make waves. What’s he gonna say? Like 'I know there’s no body,” he says in a stupid guy voice, “but I know that the body we can’t find wasn’t drowned—it was hanged'?” Jesse cracks his first meager grin of the day. “No way! No one’s going to say that. That’d be stupid.” Tommy claps him on the shoulder, leaning in reassuringly. “And whoever it is, isn’t stupid. So: no body, no evidence, no problem!” While Tommy clips Jesse’s chin bringing out a bigger smile, Eros climbs up on the chair and cuts down the body. He and Tommy slip the monk’s robe back on him. Tommy give Jesse the rosary beads. Eros lifts the shoulders and Tommy takes the feet. Unlocking the bolt, Jesse makes sure no one’s in the hall, and Eros and Tommy take the body away. With the monk's sandals and rosary beads in hand, he sneaks down to the pool. Quietly lets himself out the side gate, takes a bright green kayak off the rack and, though it weighs a ton, lugs it to the beach. There’s white caps all the way to the horizon—fortunately the wind is at his back. He lays the kayak down in the wet sand, places the sandals and rosary beads in the hull, and pushes it out with the tide. It bounces for a while in the surf, spins directionless, but gradually the steady wind guides it from the shore. Soon it’s only a vibrant green dot bobbing under an indigo sky. Far down the beach, rocks surrounding the lighthouse spray white foam in the air from crashing waves. The storm has traveled inland for hours but the ocean remains angry. Seagulls squawking on the sand part before him as he wanders back to the shack. Jesse waits nervously inside for Eros and Tommy to return. Minutes turn to hours. Inside the compound he hears the beginning of activity at the pool. Cups clinks, a low murmur of tired voices just waking up. Laying on Tommy and Eros’ futon he curls into a small ball. Their smell is comforting. After a long, harrowing night followed by a frantic morning—one filled with more questions than answers—he drifts off like the green kayak, into a very dark, very troubled sea of sleep. * Mr. McPherson drives the golf cart down a rickety wooden walkway. He’s none-too-shabby, thinks Jaxton, taking in his broad, tan shoulders, muscular back, and neck thick as a linebacker. Certainly the first good thing on this stupid island getaway Eddie planned. They head, clackety-clack, to the compound. The passing maritime forest would be pretty if you were into nature. He prefers Tribeca. Eddie sits gabbing excitedly beside Mr. McPherson. Jaxton, tuning out the chit chat with earbuds firmly in place, is in the back seat with a creepy old priest named Father Lucius dressed like an honest-to-fuck monk. The monk keeps checking him out. He sees his sideways glances. Jaxton’s trying to ignore him by concentrating on his Nintendo Switch. The moment the priest lays one finger on him, he’s ready to punch the fucker in the face. They disembark in the oppressive heat and take a smaller walkway to the house. They pause at the entrance watching some young guy—in his underwear, for fuck sake!—park the cart. He’s cute but short. Jaxton prefers guys tall like himself—like the owner of the compound, e.g. The owner says something about everyone being casual at his place and pinches his tit, which Jaxton does not like one bit. He thinks the man’s attractive, but he’s not one for men he doesn’t know thinking they have access to his body just because he’s hot and they’re rich. (Well, Eddie notwithstanding. But then Eddie’s paying him a hell of a lot for a bogus “assistant” position and he knows never to pinch.) Jaxton hunches forward letting his blond dreadlocks fall over his face so no one sees he’s simmering. He blasts his iPhone to drown out the men talking. But before Mr. McPherson has a chance to open the front doors, the monk unexpectedly flashes his junk, which is pumped to a grotesque size Jaxton’s never seen in his life, and to which no one but him seems to think is completely revolting, not to mention inappropriate. Inside, it’s what he’s come to expect in modern beach houses—it isn’t grossly ostentatious, at least—a minimum of chrome and brass with lots of wood and glass. Mid-century modern furniture in the living room, an Eames lounge chair, the requisite pair of Wassily black strap chairs arranged around a Noguchi coffee table; a Jasper Johns and a Warhol in the dining room. In the airy foyer and leading up the staircase are pictures of Mr. McPherson with a hell of a lot of famous men, Eddie as a twenty-year-old shirtless stud among them. Dark mullet aside, Eddie was something back in the day. It’s sad, really. Jaxton stops and points at the photo. In it, Eddie, shirtless wearing a leather vest, has his arm draped around very pretty boy about the same age. “That thirst trap is you?” he asks, incredulous. Eddie nods and huffs with their luggage up the stairs. “Look at you, bossman.” Jaxton says, which only irritates Eddie. Eddie hates when he drops into his faux-Jamaican act. “Who was the blondie?” Jaxton pesters him up the stairs. “No one you ever heard of,” he wheezes, clomping his way to the room. Their bedroom is large and thankfully frigidly air conditioned. Eddie wants to go immediately to the pool but Jaxton grouses that he’d rather stay in and play his Switch in the A.C. Eddie states categorically he is not going to have his weekend ruined, and demands the game with an outstretched hand. Back in the city a move like that would have caused Jaxton to tell Eddie to shove it and leave, but here he’s stuck and feels like he’s going to have to be at least a little accommodating. He turns over the game, binds his dreadlocks up in a man-bun, and put on his knee-length swimming trunks. “You heard Mac,” Eddie says. “This place is for the uninhibited. Either you wear that dental floss thingy I bought you, or a speedo like mine or nothing. But you are not wearing those ridiculous trunks. You’re not hanging your surfer friends in Montauk.” “That’s a negative on the speedos, bossman. Too much weenie for the bikini. And the thong barely packs me in.” “Then it’s nothing.” “Fine,” Jaxton sneers, and slips off his swimming trunks. He trots down the stairs having no problem displaying his body, especially if it catches the head of the house’s eye. He finds a shady spot by the pool. With his earbuds in and his player turned up, he doesn’t hear the priest dive in the water. Eddie taps his shoulder, hands him a frozen margarita. A peace offering. Jaxton graciously accepts. Eddie wedges himself on the lounge next to his. Besides his own margarita, Eddie’s brought a full pitcher, which he sets on the ground in the shade. He’s in his speedo, which Jaxton finds tragic. A moment later Jaxton’s alarm is set off warning him the old priest is swimming up. He registers Eddie and the monk are talking about him, so he turns down the music a little to catch if any of what they’re saying is of interest. “He’s a mighty tall drink of water, isn’t he?” comments the priest, leering at Jaxton. The music goes right back up. Jaxton hates that phrase. It’s right up there with String Bean, Bean Pole, Bean Stalk—anything Bean-adjacent really. Though the music is too loud for him to actually hear it, he sees the priest ask him, “How’s the weather up there?” That’s another one that ticks him off. The best he can manage is a minor scoff. He checks for any texts from anyone, anyone—even the DJ he’s currently ghosting—but seeing no bars, sags into the chaise. With a thick bottom lip he nurses a sip of his margarita, but perks up instantly when Mr. McPherson comes out to join them. He’s awesomely naked, too. DILF, definitely, Jaxton muses. No tan lines on that boulder butt, and a cock swaying like an elephant trunk. With a cool sip of his drink he gifts the man a restrained two-finger wave. He takes one earbud out as a courtesy. “Hey,” he murmurs. Mr. McPherson acknowledges him with barely a hi—which straight away sets Jaxton off on offense while destroying his self-esteem at the same time, none of which he allows to register on his face. Mr. McPherson bounces on Eddie’s chaise and rumples his sparse hair. Eddie’s a kid again soaking up attention from someone powerful. Mr. McPherson says, “So if the storm holds off a little we can grill steaks.” He looks expectantly at the monk and then at Jaxton. “I trust I have men here that like to eat meat.” Jaxton pauses his music. If Mr. McPherson wants to be indifferent, he can be as serious as a morgue. “Actually, I’m vegan, Mr. McPherson.” Mac makes a theatrical grimace—turns to the actor, “I thought you said no food issues, Eddie.” Eddie slaps Jaxton’s ankle to get him to sit up. Jaxton reluctantly complies. “You eat meat. I’ve seen you eat a whole chicken.” “Dude, it was a free range guinea hen we had in California before the prelims. It made me sick all during the finals.” The priest emerges from the pool, his junk dripping like he’s taking a piss. He stands fists on hips at the end of Jaxton’s chaise. Jaxton scoots a little away from him, which causes Eddie to raise a cautionary eyebrow. “I’m sure I can find something in your pantry for our young giraffe, if you’ll allow me. Most of our monastery is vegetarian along with a few pescatarians.” Jaxton looks as if a turd is under his nose. Eddie looks puzzled. “Fish eaters, Mr. Gleason.” “Lobster,” Jaxton proposes. He’s being accommodating. “I do eat lobster.” Mac laughs, interjecting, “So you’re not that vegan.” Jaxton insists, “I’m totally vegan, bro." “Except for shellfish,” Father Lucius replies, also amused. He sits at the bottom of Jaxton’s chaise and runs a cold, wet palm over Jaxton thigh. “These have got to be the legs of a swimmer.” Eddie notices Jaxton is horrified by the monk’s touch. “A surfer. Also a competitive snowboarder, aren’t you, Jaxton.” Jaxton nods and hides his distain behind multiple sips of margarita. “He’s won prizes at Telluride and Sundance.” “Racing and freestyle,” he says, with a bit of blossoming pride seeing this interests Mr. McPherson. “And in May I just took first at the Rip Curl competition in San Clemente.” “Amazing.” The priest’s hand is higher up Jaxton’s thigh. “Father Lucius,” Mac trumpets, slapping Eddie on the shoulder as he’s rising to his feet. “How about you and I find our resident bro something he’d like to eat.” “I’d like nothing more.” Both men chuckle as they go into the house. Eddie scowls refilling his drink as Jaxton reinserts his earbud and tunes out the world. Somewhere during his playlist, Jaxton notices he’s cold. He looks up to see clouds gathering overhead. He’s had enough. Eddie’s finished the pitcher of margaritas, his head lolling to the side with a bit of drool in the corner—it’s sick to the point of being hysterical. In addition to having goosebumps, he finds he’s hungry. He wanders in the backdoor and discovers a naked Mr. McPherson fixing sandwiches at the kitchen counter. Jaxton cruises the man, making sure he knows his ass is being checked out. “Ah, I was just about to get you two. Grilling looks like we’ll have to put off till tomorrow. But I did find lobster salad. I made you some lobster rolls. Tell me mayo or gluten aren’t a problem.” “No way. Lobster rolls are dope.” Jaxton grabs one and hops on a stool at the counter. Mac finishes slicing brie for a series of sandwiches. “You know,” he says, without looking up, “you’re probably vegetarian not vegan, and not a strict one at that.” Mac picks up a hard roll roast beef, and joins Jaxton at the counter. “Maybe. These are lit, Mr. McPherson,” he says, finishing his first and takes up another. “Call me Mac.” They both savor their sandwiches, eyeing each other. “Where’s Father Lucius?” As if on cue, a rumble of thunder echoes in the distance, which causes Mac to croak a laugh. He points to the stairs. “The good Father is entertaining our young houseboy with card tricks, or something or other.” Jaxton’s eyes keep dropping down to Mr. McPherson’s hanging cock and back up to his large nipple rings. “I’ve thought about getting one of those,” he says, pointing to Mac’s piercing. “You’d look great with one.” “Sic. Only my left though. Is it true two rings means you flip?” Jaxton face is completely neutral. He slides the plate between them and starts working on another lobster roll. “I bet you think I’m an oinker.” “I’m all in when it comes to piggishness. Eat! You could use a pound or two.” He nudges the plate toward Jaxton. “And, yes, I most definitely flip. But I’m surprised you’re caught up in this whole left side, right side thing. That’s very old timey.” Mac reaches over and tweaks his right nipple. Jaxton elbows him away. “I prefer to top, but I’ll flip for the right guy.” He studies Mac’s reaction. Detects none. His brows furrows as he chews. Mac enjoys how seriously the boy takes himself. He’s lucky he gorgeous—stubble on his cleft chin, wispy hint of a mustache on his upper lip, long dark lashes, solemn brow, a slender face, with dazzlingly hazel eyes that turn on a dime: defiant, mischievous, dangerous, wounded, vengeful. What he would do with this boy over time. He could do without haystack of hair, though—but overall a perfectly lithe specimen of young manhood. Spirited, arrogant, entitled, unbroken. “Can I ask you something personal,” Mac says, opening his sandwich and picking off some roast beef. Jaxton looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Do you and Eddie fuck?” Jaxton appears disappointed with the question. “Oh, that. No. Oral sometimes. Works out for the best.” Mac considers this a second, then takes a piece of the red meat and offers it to Jaxton. The young man doesn’t disappoint when he opens his mouth. Mac slips it in, fingers Jaxton’s bottom lip. Jaxton chews it down lustily. Mac picks off a smaller piece. “Try swallowing this without chewing.” Jaxton opens his maw and gulps it down. Mac emits his shark tooth smile, and slides off his stool. “You were drinking tequila?” He opens a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of Grand Patron. “A margarita,” Jaxton corrects him. His eyes flash as he recognizes the high-end tequila. “It should be illegal, don’t you think, to mix a two-hundred-fifty dollar tequila with corn syrup.” Mac brings out two shot glasses, fills them, and slides one across the counter. Jaxton throws it back as does Mac. Both slams down their glasses on the counter. “Oof!” Jaxton rasps. Mac fills them again. “You trying to get me drunk, Mr. McPherson?” “Do I need to?” They both down their shots and again hit their glasses on the counter. “Dude,” Jaxton rasps. “That is some fine hooch.” Two back-to-back shots and Jaxton feels warmth in his belly. He cracks his first smile since he’s been on the island. Mac sees he’s got a slight gap between his front teeth. He’s completely taken. “You think? Follow me,” says Mac, heading to the dining room. “Bring your glass.” In the dining room Mac takes a fat, unlabeled bottle off the bar cart. It only has a few inches of amber liquid in it. Jaxton notices something dark, maybe sketchy floats on the bottom. Mac pops out the wide cork and pours a shot for himself and refills the boy’s glass. “Mezcal de escorpion. This,” he swirls the bottle, “is muy, muy contraband. I dare you.” Mac sees the boy’s reluctance. “Pussy.” “Let me see that. Don’t pussy me, pops.” Jaxton takes the bottle, tilts it. “That a fuckin’ scorpion!” He’s incredulous. His façade of aloofness complete breaks down. “I make two shots my limit, but you gone and double dog dared me...Mac.” He spits out the man’s name and their eyes lock. He sips it, not taking his eyes off the man. With lips on fire, he’s challenged to down any more, but glaring at Mac he defiantly finishes it off. “Fuck me!” His eyes shine with a fiendish afterglow. “Gah!” he exclaims, violently shaking his head. “Right?” Mac concurs, downing his glass. Jaxton steadies himself with his bare butt on the edge of the dining room table. Mac pour himself one more and attempts to empty the bottle in Jaxton’s glass, but Jaxton puts his hand over it. “No-no-no-no, papi. I can’t.” “Sure you can. You win the prize.” Mac pushes his hand aside and empties the few last drops. There’s a plop. The small, black scorpion falls in his glass. “Dude,” he says with cloudy eyes. “You’re trying to poison me.” “The cartel I work with embalm the scorpion in mescaline. Not to be confused with mezcal. Bottled for a month, it neutralizes the poison and absorbs the narcotic. I promise you’ll get insight into how the universe truly works.” “Cartel, huh?” He suddenly very glad he came. “You’re lucky I’m as fuckin’ crazy as you are. Bring it.” With his two fingers, Mac plucks the scorpion from the glass, and dangles it in front of Jaxton’s mouth. Jaxton haltingly relaxes his jaw, battles second thoughts, and closes it. “Pussy,” Mac says flatly. Jaxton’s eyes blaze aggressively at him. Mac sees briefly the turbulence hidden beneath Jaxton’s cool surface. The tall lad reopens and Mac drops the scorpion in. Jaxton’s suddenly not sure about this, but two fingers go under his chin and Mac seals his mouth around the arachnid. “Now swallow.” Jaxton grimaces, displaying an agonized face. “Swallow. Don’t chew, just swallow.” Mac traces his finger down Jaxton’s throat, gently coaxing him. “You can do it.” His mouth and tongue burning, Jaxton struggles to keep his eyes from tearing wanting to spit the creature out. He fixes his gaze on Mac who’s sternly watching him. He feels the man’s dominance over his own instincts. He’s awestruck. Jaxton wants to submit to him, he desperately wants to please him, to cast himself off into those cruel blue eyes. He gulps the scorpion whole and begins to retch. “Don’t you puke! You keep it the fuck down.” Jaxton breathes rapidly through his nose. His eyes widen, then he collapses backward, sprawling out over the dining room table, his long legs hanging off the edge. He’s in shock at what he’s done and yet feels incredibly triumphant, victorious: more intense then riding the purest wave; his heart beating faster than the swiftest decent down an icy mountain. Mac examines the kid laid out like a human feast. He gives a squeeze to one of his nipples as a test and gets little reaction save a small grunt and a pulse from his dick. He runs his hand over the boy sandy blond bush, then takes his cock in his mouth and slathers his cock with saliva. Jacking the boy till his eight inches is standing at attention only takes a few stokes. Jaxton moans and grinds his hips in delicious revelry on the table. Jaxton’s head’s swimming. His eyes open, staring at a Warhol soup can, but his entire being is focused on his cock deeply engaged by Mac’s masterful technique. He’s being swallowed whole down an undulating, slick throat. One of the man’s hands glides through his pubes, over his abs, up to his tit. It’s pinched and Jaxton grabs it and moves it to his other nipple. Mac pinches that one twice as hard. Jaxton grabs the man’s ears and gently rocks his cock in and out his mouth. It’s a rare man that he can’t make gag. Mac flows with the motion and lets the kid have at his throat unimpeded, his tongue deliciously going along for the ride. Jaxton got his cock down his throat all the way to his pubes. Holding a guy here long enough always bring about a panicked gag reflex, but not this motherfucker. His long tongue even slithers out, tickling the underside of his heavy, prickly blond balls. It’s the softest, most thorough blow job of Jaxton’s life. And Jaxton’s going to enjoy skull fucking the man as long as he can. Mac lets him enjoy believing he’s the one in charge, skullfucking him by his ears. He can feel the increase of rhythm and the elevated breathing that’s a definite tell the boy’s about to blow. He releasesf his cock much to Jaxton’s disappointment. But he quickly jumps up on his dining room table and set his knees next to the kid’s ribs, feels for his hard meat and sticks it in his sloppy ass. It’s in before Jaxton has had time to mourn the loss of such expert fellatio. Mac slides his muscled ass back and forth adding an occasional gyration for spice. Jaxton’s aware what a good bottom the older man is, aware of how expertly he’s being milked. He’s on his back with a stud of a daddy taking proper care of his boy’s big bone. It’s a boy-daddy ‘ship he could get into. Up, down, round and round his long cock is stirred; stroked, pulled, slathered and slurped by a power bottom that knows exactly how to pleasure his cock in the way he’s entitled to be indulged. He grabs the man’s big swinging dick, one he’d love to get his lips around but he doesn’t have the dexterity. He settles for stroking it one hand and with his other hand gliding over the man’s muscular rock-hard ass, his six-pack abs, and his expansive chest pulling on those awesome door knockers. Visually and sensually he’s close to shooting, but again Mac frustrates him by climbing off before he can nut. “I’d say we’re ready for our next course,” Mac says. He climbs off the dining table and pulls a very drunk and slightly tripping Jaxton back toward his playroom. As they travel through the hallway, Jaxton feels the scorpion’s narcotic begin to wash over him in increasingly intense waves. They surprise Eddie swaying in the back door from the pool. Eddie and Jaxton happily recognize each other, both are happy drunks. Both rest their foreheads together in a gesture of familiar greeting. “You having a good time, kid?” Eddie asks him. “The best, Eddie.” Mac steers Eddie toward the stairs. “Eddie, go get your nose candy and summon Shaggy and Scooby to the playroom?” Eddie beams, elated, giggling in a sing-song to himself: Shaggy and Scooby, Shaggy and Scooby. He staggers upstairs for his stash that will get him through the night and into Tommy’s hot little ass. Mac puts his hand on Jaxton's shoulder so primed to perfection, so ready to be broken in. He observes Jaxton staring up at the light fixture. He’s waving his hand back and forth, observing sparks flying off his fingers, blurred trails following behind. "Come boy.” He guides Jaxton to the door. “This is when the fun begins."

4. The Tale of Scooby and Shaggy You see them now, what, in their early thirties? That’s about right. How they met? One story. How they died? Two stories. But back to now. Eddie Gleason, the fat actor, comes out the side gates and yells for Scooby and Shaggy to get their asses to the playroom, pronto. “I brought Scooby snacks,” he croons, as if the stepped on coke they know he always brings would motivate them. It’s more what Mac and Dante would do to them if they didn’t perform. Eros and Tommy defiantly finish their spaghetti and meatballs, okay, Spaghetti-Ohs that comes with something vaguely resembling meat. While they’re eating Eros complains to Tommy it’s too high in carbs, but Tommy reminds him it’s what's in the cupboard. They look at each other hearing the fat man baying for Scooby and Shaggy again, like they didn’t hear him the first time. They set down their spoons together. “Sit and spin time,” Tommy says, woefully. They’re in synch like they most often are, picking up their spoons again and continue a few more shovelfuls mostly to put off the inevitable. But they’ve lost their appetite. Tommy takes the bowls and scrapes out what’s remaining and then washes the dishes in the sink. Eros lights a cigarette, comes up behind Tommy, and lets him take a hit while he’s washing. Eros isn’t one for broad displays of affection but he know what Tommy’s feeling. He leaves his fingers against Tommy’s lips as T draws in smoke. His arms around Tommy, he takes a hit himself. Eros is back in a moment where he’s just Eric, smoking a cigarette on a Bronx street after swearing he'd quit for the millionth time. He has to take a wicked leak. He far enough from his Bronx apartment shared with his brother that he doesn’t think he’ll make it. He steps on this last butt and promises he won’t pick up another pack, then ducks in a dark alley. There’s light snoring in a corner where a guy’s passed out on a stained mattress. They’re in their twenty back then. He thinks the guy would be cute if you looked passed his filthy clothes, his stringy hair and his track marks. Eric, as the middle brother in a series of three, has a bit of a sadistic streak from torturing baby bro, Evan. But, since this is just between us, he also has a masochistic streak being under the thumb of his much older bro, Eli, who’s pretty much a sociopathic monster. (Yeah, he’s in a family that likes E names.) He whips out his cock and pees on the cute guy snoring away. He immediately regrets it. Tommy sputters waking from a dream of being in a warm bathtub, sharing it with a long-ago boyfriend. Since deceased. Brain cancer. Didn’t know him at the end. Part of his depression leading to this particular alley. “What the fuck,” he blurts, once he realizes what splashed in his face. “Motherfucker!” He wobbles to stand. The mattress isn’t helping him with his balance. “The fuck you think you’re doing, man?” “Sorry,” Eric says, really meaning it. He doesn’t know why he did it. It would be something Eli would find funny and Evan would think him a pig for doing. Devil and angel on his shoulders, always. His bi-polar problem. Tommy’s feisty and up in his face, but seeing the guy’s a head shorter than him he knows he could take him if it came to that. But the guy’s orneriness mixed with him being destitute makes him sympathetic in Eros’ eyes. He really is genuinely sorry. “Didn’t know you were there till I heard something. I turned to see, and I guess it was you snoring,” he lies. “Now I smell like piss. Fuck dude. Why’d you gotta do that?” “Totally my bad, friend,” Eric confesses, now kind of disgusted about the whole thing. “Get you a cup of coffee. Peace offering.” Tommy looks him up and down as best he can in the shadows—a streetlight on the sidewalk doesn’t bring much light this far back, which is kind of the point. A part of him is completely humiliated. Another part is indignant. But another part of him is ravenously hungry. “And a donut,” he interjects. “Sure,” agrees Eric. “Get you one at the Korean market.” Tommy wipes his face on his sleeve, looks at his dirty blue and grey—used to be blue and white—striped shirt. He sees most of the fucker’s piss hit him in the face not his clothes. Is he supposed to be happy about that? He’s sure he still stinks, just not of piss. Eric rummages his pockets and finds a pack of tissues, gives it to the guy. The guy wipes his wet face. Hands back a damp tissue. “Keep it,” Eric says, as they make their way to the Korean store. It’s a warm night for fall. Leaves brown or missing, but pleasant for October. Tommy hesitates outside the market. He knows the Korean lady doesn’t like when he comes in. The tall asshole brings out two coffees and a donut in a paper bag. Glazed. His favorite but he won’t say that. They walk to the edge of the park and sit on a series of benches far enough apart that it looks like they don’t know each other. Tommy’s gobbles half the donut before Eric asks, “You live here long?” Tommy sucks the sweet sugar off his fingers and scoffs, “Yeah, right.” Tommy slowly savors the second half of the donut. In a way he doesn’t want the asshole to leave. First person to actually talk to him in as many days as he can remember. He’s shivering as he drinks his coffee. The caffeine’s not mixing well with him coming off his buzz. Quarter of his donut left, he feels compelled to cross-examine the guy, “You live around here?” “I do,” Eric replies. “Grew up here in the Bronx. You?” “Massapequa. It’s on Long Island.” “I know it’s on Long Island. I go to Jones Beach all the time.” He sees Tommy look away from him. “My parents are in Westchester now, but I have an apartment here with my brother.” Tommy takes one of two last bites. “Lucky you.” Tommy’s back in snide, could give a shit mode. He sees Eric slap his knee and is done with him. “Hey, thank you,” he says quickly. He realizes he hasn’t really thanked someone is a long. He means it, too. Eric looks at him and sees he means it. Tommy’s down to the final bite of his donut, gets up wiping his hands on dirty jeans. Thinks for a moment for something else to say. He’s got nothing. “Got any spare change?” It’s the default go-to tape always running in his head. Eric’s on his feet, reaching in his pocket. He’s almost grateful to play this role. He pulls out eighty-seven cents in change and gives it to the bum. His fingers are always counting coins in his pockets because, well, that’s Eric. He notices the bum takes the handout with cupped palms. He’s examining the coins. He’s a little stooped over. This annoys Eric. The bums not old enough to stoop. He’s his age. Maybe younger. Hard to tell because of the dirt. “No problem,” he says, and leaves to go make dinner for him and his brother. Every time he passes the alley now, he looks for the guy he pissed on. He never sees him there. Then one weekend, on a mild winter afternoon, the measliest traces of snow piled in the corners of buildings, he’s returning from the gym and there’s the guy at the subway entrance—not his subway line, which is a few blocks away—and the guy’s hands are cupped, he’s stooped again like some old beggar. He’s hassling the few pedestrians going down to catch their train. At first he pretends not to notice him, but he sees recognition in the guy’s face. But the guy doesn’t say anything, and he’s not going to say anything. So he keeps walking, picking up his pace. Now when he passes that same empty alley he feels guilty. Not every time, just some days. He sees the guy often at the subway entrance. When it’s really cold he imagines he’s downstairs. One Friday night when he’s coming back late from work, he’s so tired he misses a connection so he has to take a different line that ends up at this particular station. It’s February and bitterly cold. His brother Eli is spending the weekend in Westchester with Evan and his parents, pumping the folks for a loan so he can marry the fiancé he’s had on the hook since high school. She’s recently put her foot down. He’s got one, too, a fiancé, though for him it’s only been two months since he proposed. Him and his brother joke about who’s getting the ol’ ball and chain first. He’s walking to the exit and, on the opposite platform, there’s the guy in a maintenance door alcove. A couple of cops are hassling him with their nightsticks. Officer one says he can’t sleep there. He’s got to move on. In his tattered coat, the guy struggles to stand. He’s high, it’s obvious, but he’s aware enough to know that the cops aren’t going to let up till he’s gone. A subway screeches into the station and he heads for it. Officer two blocks his path. “Outside,” he says. Eric watches through the gap between subway cars, sees the guy stumbling up the platform steps. He and guy meet at the passageway between platforms, and walk next to each up to the street. The guy won’t acknowledge him, which kind of bugs Eric, but he also sees the guy has a sliver of pride still in him. Or maybe the guy’s just so high he doesn’t recognize him. The wind’s howling on the street. There’s a few snowflakes in the air but the weather report says they’re about to get hit by the season’s first nor’easter. Eric steps in front of him and places a hand on his chest. The guy slaps it away. “Hey,” Eric says, trying to get the guy to look at him. “You got somewhere to go?” “Fuck off,” he says. He couldn’t tell you what day it is but he knows for damn sure he’s doesn’t need this pissing asshole’s help—things you remember when most everything else you don’t. In more than one shelter he’s been told freezing to death isn’t a bad way to go. His alley mattress had been tossed but that alley was out of the wind. For right now that’s all he cares about. Eric stops him again. “Listen, dick wad, I asked you if you had a place to go.” The guy stares at Eric. His eyes are glassy, pupils dilated the size of dimes, his eye dart left to right several times to see how much this guy is going to fuck with him. He’s a little afraid of him because of his size, but he’s been beat up before. So who fuckin’ care. “Well, do you?” the guy demands. “Sure, I got a suite at the Waldorf, now get the fuck out of my way,” he says, trying to push Eric aside. But the guy’s big and doesn’t budge, so he ends up bumping into him. He just stands there. His face buried in Eric’s chest. Eric rest his chin on top of his head. He smells. Well, what’d he expect? “C’mon,” he says, practically dragging him by his threadbare coat. Tommy, freezing and tired, doesn’t have the wherewithal to resist. At the stoop of Eric’s apartment, Eric asks him if he’s got a name. “Everyone’s got a name,” Tommy says, struggling up the stoop. “Tom. Tommy Price.” “Tommy P.,” Eric taunts, brightly. “The famous Mr. T paying me a visit.” Tommy gives him the stink-eye as he’s let into the building. This guy, he reckons, really is an ass. As soon as they’re in the apartment, Eric forces him into the shower. It’s a pretty big three bedroom apartment. One room for his older brother, one for Eric. The third bedroom was supposed to be for Evan, but since he’s still in high school he lives with their folks. So right now the bedroom’s empty, except there’s piles of GQ magazines all over the floor. All belong to Eric’s. Eric’s in the kitchen heating up a can of sloppy joe mix when a wet Tommy, wrapped with a towel around his waist, another one over his shoulders, wanders in. He seems lost, but looks a hundred times better than twenty minutes ago. Eric sniffs him. “Presentable,” he pronounces, to which Tommy sneers back. “Hungry?” Tommy flops in the chair, still tweaking but starting to get his bearings. “Fuckin’ kidding me?” He looks at the label on the counter. “Manwich?” he scoffs. Eric opened two buns on separate plates and divvies up the meat. “Got another dinner engagement, you’re welcome to leave.” “Fuck you,” Tommy says, snatching the plate and starts scarfing it down, orange sauce staining his sparse beard. In between open mouthfuls, he says, “I’m back in my fifth grade cafeteria!” He looks up at Eric. “You live in this big place alone?” He’s impressed but tries to not show it. “Nah, told you it’s me and my brother.” “What’s with the room with the nudie magazines?” “GQ, not nudie magazine,” Eric snaps, indignantly. “Right,” says Tommy, as he finished his sandwich. “You want another?” Tommy’s not one to refuse an offer. “Ab-so-lute-ly,” he says, merrily. He hasn’t felt warmth in his belly since he doesn’t know when. When it relaxes, Eric sees Tommy’s got a nice face, pretty almost, with a cute dimpled smile. The track marks, though, are definite off-putting. As he’s fixing Tom’s second round, Eric says, “So you can’t stay in my brother’s room, but I got a rollout under my bed.” “Sure. Whatever.” Tommy reaches up to relieve Eric of the plate before he might change his mind. Deep into the second sandwich, he asks while he chews, “So, like, what’s your name?” “Eric,” he says. He swallows. “Got a last name?” “Why?” “Just wondering. Most people do?” “Jones.” “Eric Jones. Sounds like an alias,” Tommy says, finishing the sandwich, then starts licking his bright orange fingers. “It’s okay. Lot of guys use phony names.” Eric laughs sardonically. “Well it’s my name.” “And you’re gay.” “No!” Eric states, emphatically. “What makes you think I’m queer?” It’s what Eli’s always accused him of, sometimes joking, sometimes not—now he’s pissed. “Why’d you ask me up here? Your brother out and all.” “You know what? I made a really bad call. You probably need to get out of here.” Eric won’t look at him as he’s taking the plates, spraying them in the sink, shoving them in the dishwasher—Tommy’s up on his feet saying sorry, sorry. Eric slams the dishwasher’s door. He leans his back against the counter, arms crossed. “My bad, man,” Tommy’s pleading. “Look, I’m an idiot. I never thought you were queer.” He’s backpedaling as fast as if his life depended on it. “No, man. I just didn’t know what was up, y’know? Like if you were expecting—” “I’ve got a fiancé,” Eric interjects. “A place in Scarsdale we’re moving to. At some point.” Tommy’s silent, like, whatever, doesn’t matter to him. Eric’s frustrated, exasperated. “Fuck I’m explaining to you for.” Then: “No good deeds goes unpunished, do they?” “Wouldn’t know,” Tommy says, drudging through the apartment looking for his clothes. “I try to avoid good deeds. So, where’s my clothes? I’ll leave.” “In the washer.” Tommy purses his lips. “So, what, now you’re shanghaiing me? Or you gonna throw me naked on the street? What’s the deal, man?” Tommy’s now frustrated, too, but more than anything he’s confused. “Sure. I’m kidnapping a bum off the street.” “I ain’t a bum.” “Sorry. I take a kid off the street—” “I ain’t a kid either.” A tremor goes through his body. He wraps the towel for warmth around his shoulders. He doesn’t want the asshole to see it, but his trembling is beyond his control. “You want a robe?” Tommy tries to mouth yes as his teeth chatter, but he knows a robe won’t stop his shaking. He knows what will. Eric goes to his bedroom and comes back with a thick terrycloth robe. Tommy takes the towel off his shoulders, puts on the robe. He pulls the towel from his waste and Eric glimpses a red and black tattooed demon from navel to cock on Tommy. He ties the robe and wraps his arms around himself, which doesn’t keep his teeth from chattering. Tommy’s agitated, thinking through what he’ll need to do to score: who; where. “So, when my clothes dry I’ll leave.” “Shut the fuck up.” The washer buzzes and Eric goes in the laundry room. There’s banging of metal, appliance doors opening and closing, clicking, then a whir of a dryer. “You don’t have to fuckin’ leave.” Tommy is again search the apartment. “I had a coat when I came in.” “In the hall closet. Don’t worry. I didn’t steal your stash, or whatever. An empty baggie fell out. I just threw it out.” “In here?” Tommy asks, going through the kitchen garbage can. He finds the baggie. Opens it. Rubs his finger getting any residual powder and spreading it over his gums. Eric looks on, repelled. “Better now?” Tommy looks slightly relieved. “You smoke?” he asks Eric. “Cigarettes?” Eric responds. “No. Smoke crack. Yes, cigarette.” “I quit. My brother might have left a pack,” Eric says, leaving the kitchen. He returns with a filtered cigarette and gives it to Tommy. Tommy gives a mock bows, then rips off the filter and tosses it in the trash. He bends over the gas stove and gets it lit. Tommy leans back on the stove and is as serene as Eric’s ever seen him. “So, what d’ya feel like doing? Little late news? Round of canasta?” Tommy arches a playful eyebrow. “What do you and your brother do at night?” Eric doesn’t like the implication. “Sleep, which is what I’d like to do. I bet you can’t though. You’re gonna be up all night?” “No. I’ll conk out at some point.” He follows Eric to his bedroom bringing the ashtray from the kitchen with him. The room’s Spartan. No poster, books, or pictures; a few CDs and CD player; a bong on his nightstand; and there’s a large TV on top of his chest of drawers. His closet, though, Tommy notes, is stuffed with nice clothes. “Wouldn’t mind falling asleep to a movie. Been a while since I did that. Smoke bother you?” Eric shakes his head and pulls a foam mattress from under the bed. Puts some sheets on it. He throws Tommy a blanket who tucks it under his arm. Eric turns on the TV, gives Tommy the controls, and tosses a couple of pillows from his bed on the foam mattress. Tommy quickly props himself up with the pillows. Tommy sets the ashtray next to him, stubs out his half-finished smoke, and flips through the channels till he finds an old black and white movie. He turns the sound way down so the actors are barely audible. Eric hangs his shirt and khakis in the closet. Crossing in front of the TV, he slips off his underwear with an attentive Tommy watching. He finds his gym shorts and slips them on. The room’s quiet except for the couple on TV. “If you want water or anything, you know where the kitchen is. You okay till your clothes dry?” “Don’t have much choice, do I?” Tommy’s looking up at Eric as he climbs into bed and shutting off the light. Blue lights flicker across the ceiling. Lauren Bacall’s sultry voice taunts Humphry Bogart, “You know how to whistle, Steve?” Tommy and Lauren speak as one: “You just put your lips together and blow.” The TV cuts to a car commercial and Tommy hits mute. Now it’s just blue lights and silence. Eric flips over on his side facing the wall. Under the covers, Tommy opens his robe and starts stroking his cock. This goes on for some time. A steady swishing of the cotton sheets. Tommy’s breathing. Tommy stops. Listens. Starts up again. He’s beats off for a while. Stops. Listens. Listens some more. What’s he listening for? For Eric’s reaction. He knows Eric’s awake. He’s too quiet to be sleeping. Eric, in fact, is barely breathing. Eric’s listening, too. Tommy can hear him listening. Tommy puts a hand under Eric’s sheets, finds Eric, who jumps and is now tense as a trapped hare. Tommy’s hand stays on Eric’s ribs, waiting for rejection, but it doesn’t happen. His body flows up into Eric’s bed. His hand reaches around Eric’s flat rippled stomach. Eric’s actually trembling. Tommy is at his neck. Gives his neck a soft peck, then his collar bone. His hand runs up Eric’s chest, turning him on his back. He runs his hand through the soft pelt of his chest. Up to his shaved chin, his clenched jaw, his open eyes staring straight at the blue dancing lights on the ceiling. Tommy slides himself up. Over his lips. Leans down so they meet. Eric puts out his hand, touches Tommy’s beard, not to stop him, but to feel whiskers for the first time. He’s never had a man’s this close to his face before. A new sensation. Beard on his skin. Whiskers brushing across his lips. A sparse blond beard on his cheek. It answers his question of what it would be like. Now he knows. Eric's erect like he’s never been before. Tommy finds it through his gym shorts and starts stroking him, disappearing under the covers, pulling off the shorts. Eric jumps as Tommy’s mouth devours his cock. His big cock’s never been deep throated, and he can’t believe a throat can swallow his member down to his pubes. But Tommy’s down there, his cockhead buried deep inside his throat. It’s enough to make him cum on the spot, but Tommy rises from under the sheets and straddles Eric’s waist. His wet cock pokes at Tommy’s ass and slowly Tommy’s lowers himself onto it. “You have Vaseline or anything?” Tommy asks. “Something you beating off with?” Eric takes a tube of KY from his nightstand and hands it to Tommy. Tommy lubes his hole and Eric’s mammoth rod, and eases down on the cock, lowering himself slowly, excitedly, till this butt rests amid Eric’s pubes. Then he starts writhing slowly, grinding his ass against Eric’s rock hard cock, pleasuring him with long strokes—from his tip then plunging down to his base. Eric runs his hands along Tommy’s sides, feels his smooth, flat chest, and for the first time grabs hold of a cock that’s not his own. Tommy’s hard, too, and Eric stroking him makes Tommy pounce on his cock that much harder. They’re easily in synch with one another’s bodies, as natural as one hand washing the other. Tommy plays with Eric’s nipples. It’s another new sensation. Eric’s not sure if he likes it, but apparently his dick does because he’s fucking Tommy’s ass harder still the more Tommy pinches his nipples. That’s not lost on Tommy, who tweaks Eric’s nipples even harder. Eric can’t hold back anymore, and bucks his cock into Tommy, holds his hips, fucking fiercely and spurting the most feral orgasm of his organized life. He’s loud and he doesn’t care. “Fu—uh—ck!” he shouts, taking Tommy’s hips and slamming them down repeatedly on his cock. Tommy’s right there spewing cum over Eric’s hairy chest. They keeping fucking after each of them has climaxed, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. One hand still washing the other. Tommy riding Eric’s cock, drawing out as much cum from him as possible, and Eric seeing that by stroking Tommy’s spent cock it makes him flinch and moan—a torture he gets off on, inflicting small torments on this guy. “Stop,” Tommy begs him after he’s been milking him for quite a while, but that only makes Eric snarl and continues the torture. Tommy’s contributing, too, continuing to gyrate Eric’s big cockhead, but it’s getting softer and threatens to pop out. So Tommy stills Eric’s hand and simply rests on Eric’s deflating dick. Even flaccid, Tommy finds it still fills his ass with its enormous girth and length, and won’t come out even if he squeeze it. That’s a new one. He’s content to let it rest inside him for now, and Eric’s happy to have his cock buried in such a warm, wet ass. When Tommy leans over to lap up cum entwined on Eric’s neck, Eric’s cock oozes out along with a dribble of spunk. Tommy’s got of mouth full of cum and bends over to pass it to Eric. Eric turns his face to the side causing Tommy to frown. He slurps down the cum. “More for me then,” he says, and flops next to Eric. Eric turns to his side and kisses Tommy, tasting salty remnants of cum for the first time. So many firsts. He feels like he’s suddenly seeing color after living a lifetime in black and white. But he can’t see past tonight, even past this moment. How could he ever integrate this street person, this bum, a beggar, who’s opened his eyes to a spectrum of hues where he lived only in monochrome before? Would he pull Tommy up, or will Tommy pull him down? Tommy lights up the half-finished cigarette from the ashtray, lighting it with matches from Eric’s bong. Eric slips his arm under Tommy’s head, who rests it back on Eric’s shoulder. Eric plucks the cigarette from Tommy’s fingers and takes a hit. Still holding the cigarette, he lets Tommy take a drag. It’s like Tommy’s kissing his fingers. He is. Tommy’s finished with the dishes at the sink in their island shack. He removes the cigarette from Eros’ fingers, takes a hit before giving it back. “Time to sit and spin.”

Part 6 On the Friday afternoon I had a rest. I was having an amazing time in Scotland but I was tired now. I was sorry my week in Scotland was coming to an end - I had never imagined in a million years that I would get the chance to fuck so many fit arses and I had enjoyed every minute of it. As usual, I was feeling quite horny and I had a little play with my cock before rolling over and going to sleep. When I woke up again my dick was hard and I began to play with it as I thought back to the horny experiences I had enjoyed during the week. I had fucked Simon's fit arse again - the gym was getting busier early in the morning and so we had fucked in the woods on the way back to the lodge. Simon had sucked my cock for a while and then he had pulled his trousers and pants down and leaned against a tree, pushing his arse out. As usual, Simon made no reference to what we were doing and just gave a contented grunts as I pushed my cock up his arse and fucked him, depositing a nice big load of toxic cum deep in his cheating arse. It was at this point that we almost got caught. We had just pulled our pants up and re-joined the path when we saw Barnaby, Simon's partner, walking along the path towards us. He had decided to walk up to the gym to meet Simon and joined us with a smile. If he had come along just a minute or two earlier he could hardly have failed to see his boyfriend taking it bareback up against a tree. As it was, he seemed quite oblivious and walked along beside us chatting happily. It was then I noticed a wet spot on the back of Simon's trousers, just where his arsehole must be - and realised that some of my cum must have slid out into his pants as he was walking along. I was going to let him know but I didn't get a chance as we got back to the lodge and he and Barnaby went into their room. When Simon reappeared he had changed into shorts and a T shirt and both he and his partner seemed quite cheerful, so I assumed he had got away with it. I had also dumped a few more loads up Jack, the young lad I had met in the woods. He was growing in confidence now and each time we met he could hardly wait to get his pants down and his arse in the air. He had told me rather shyly that no one had ever licked his arse before and he really loved it. I was happy to oblige and enjoyed licking his arse each time before pushing my cock up his tight young hole and giving him a good hard fuck. He told me that he loved feeling my cum in his arse as he walked home and also told me he had now set up a profile on one of the hook up sites. I asked him if he was going to use condoms in the future or let guys cum in his arse and he hesitated and said he wasn't sure. I was fairly sure Jack was going to let other guys bareback him and was unlikely to go back to condoms. I also reflected that, given I had now deposited several loads up him, it might well be too late for condoms anyway. On the Wednesday evening, all the others were going out to a concert in a town several miles away and were not going to be back until late. I had arranged to go out for a meal and a few drinks with Josh and Max and Josh was really keen for me to breed Max with my toxic babies. I hadn't spoke to Max very much - he was much quieter than Josh, who was by far the most outgoing of the two. Like Josh, he was in his early twenties and was a trainee solicitor - apparently he had been the top student in his year and was already doing extremely well and getting noticed in his chosen profession. Josh was slim and dark, and Max was smaller, and quite serious looking, with blond spiky hair and glasses. We went to an Italian restaurant in a neighbouring town and we were soon enjoying a really good meal. Max seemed nervous but excited and I noticed that he downed several drinks during the meal. After a while, Max got up to go to the toilet and Josh grinned and suggested I go with him. A short time later, Max and I were pissing together at the urinal and Max was looking down at my cock, which was getting semi hard as I pissed. When we had both finished, Max reached out and took hold of my cock. He began to play with it and it was not long before it was fully hard. Max grinned again and then leant forward and took my cock into his mouth. We were taking a bit of a risk, but the restaurant was still quite quiet and I figured we would hear anyone coming through the outer door to the toilets. Max was sucking my cock now and then he stood up, pulled his pants and trousers below his arse and bent over the urinal, reaching round and pulling my cock towards his arse. I rubbed my wet cock against his hole and then pushed the head into his arse. I was really tempted to push him forward over the urinal, fuck him and poz him right there in the toilet but after a minute of two he pulled off my cock, pulled his pants up and grinned at me again and soon we were back at the table. My cock was really hard now - Max's hole had felt incredibly tight around my cock and I couldn't wait to get back up there. We had a few more drinks and finished our meal. We had intended visiting a bar but all of us were horny and soon we were in a cab heading back to the lodge. The lodge was deserted when we got back and, stopping only to pick up some more drinks, we made our way straight to Josh and Max's room. Soon we were kissing each other and stripping off our clothes and soon three hard cocks were sticking up. Josh and Max pushed me down and soon they were all over me, licking, kissing and sucking my cock, my balls and my arse. It felt awesome having two fit young lads tonguing every part of me. At one point I was lying on my back with my legs in the air as Josh tongued my arse and Max sat on my face. I think we were all quite close to cumming when Max knelt up on the bed and pulled his cheeks apart as Josh guided my cock towards his boyfriend's arse. Josh was kissing Max as I pushed my cock against his hole. "Are you ready?" whispered Josh as I began to enter Max's tight arse. "Yes," said Max softly. "You want this, don't you?" "Yes, I want it." I pushed my cock slowly but surely right up Max's arse. There's nothing I enjoy more than the feeling of my bare cock pushing up a tight arse, knowing that before too long I'm going to be shooting a nice big load of cum right up there. This time was even more of a turn on - knowing that Max knew exactly what I might be about to do to him and still wanted it. I began to fuck him. "He's in me bare, isn't he?" "Yes." "He's not wearing a condom?" "No" "And he's got HIV?" "Yes he has." I could see how turned on both lads were by their conversation and I began to fuck Max harder. "Is he on meds?" "No, he's not!" "Oh fuck!.....oh fuck....he's going to give it to me, isn't he?" "Yes he is, but you want it, don't you?" said Josh softly "You want it?" "Oh yes....fuck yes....I want it!" Josh could tell I was really close and getting ready to cum. "He's going to do it," he whispered, "Are you ready?" Max moaned "Yes....oh fuck....yes!" "I love you!" said Josh softly and he kissed Max as I began to shoot what felt like a massive load of toxic cum right into Max's arse. I felt like I was never going to stop cumming as I pumped as much cum into Max as I could. As I finished cumming, Josh took hold of my arse and pushed it hard against his boyfriend, as if he wanted to make sure the cum went as deep as possible. I pulled out slowly and Josh moved in behind Max. He stroked his cock a few times and then shot a massive load of cum onto Max's arse. Some of it went into his hole, which was still gaping, and the rest went over his balls and down the back of his legs. We were all drained and laid on the bed for a while without saying anything and then Josh said "That was awesome, fucking awesome!" We all headed into the shower and, as we soaped each other up and fooled around, our cocks began to get hard again and soon we were back on the bed. This time I fucked Max on his back, as Josh alternated between kissing him, pushing his cock into his mouth and sitting on his face. I dumped a second load of cum deep in Max's tight young arse as Josh wanked a big load of cum out onto his boyfriend's face. I spent the night in their room and we fell asleep holding each other. I heard the others come in later and was turned on by the fact that they had no idea what we had been up to in their absence. I slept well and in the morning, encouraged by Josh, I fucked Max again and dumped a third load deep inside his unprotected arse. A short time later we joined the others for breakfast, with no one any the wiser. After breakfast I had a rest. I was feeling very satisfied but somehow also very horny, despite the fact that I had cum three times in the last twelve hours. I had promised to save another load for Max later in the day and as I played with my half hard cock I began to wish that someone would come in to the room and fuck me. Although mostly a top, I do like to take it up the arse now and then and I was horny to be fucked. I spread my legs and began to finger my sweaty arsehole. I was wanking now and I knew if I continued I would want to cum and I wanted to make sure I had a nice big load for Max. I decided to go the gym and, after a quick shower, I made my way up to the hotel. They gym was quite busy when I got there and after a while it thinned out a bit. I was still very horny and my dick was semi hard most of the time I was working out but there was no one I really wanted to cruise. One guy was obviously checking out my cock but he really wasn't my type. I had a really good work out and then went into the showers. There was no one there at first and then another guy came in. He was really good looking, mid 30s, dark haired, stocky, hairy chest and arms and a big hairy cock hanging down over his hairy balls. I tried hard not to look but as I checked him out I realised he was cruising me. I turned towards him and showed him my semi hard cock and then I turned round and pushed my arse out. His cock was growing now and I began to soap up my arse, pushing my finger up my hole and bending further forward. He grinned at me and I could see his big cock starting to get hard. Suddenly he shook his head and turned away and I realised someone else had come into the showers. The other guy took the shower next to the hairy guy and began to talk to him and I realised they were a couple. I was hornier than ever when I left the shower room but I suppose you can't win them all. I made my way back to the lodge and joined Michael and Dan who were preparing lunch. Michael told me that two other guys were joining us for lunch. Apparently David had met a friend he hadn't seen for a while , who was staying at the hotel with his partner to celebrate their anniversary. About half an hour later they arrived - it was the hairy guy from the gym and his boyfriend. Hairy guy was called Ben and his boyfriend, Matt, was the friend David had not seen for a while. They were good company, and by the time lunch was over, David and Matt had arranged to meet for a drink that evening to catch up and I had arranged to meet Ben in his hotel room. Ben's pants were down almost as soon as I entered the room and soon I was down sucking his big cock. I sucked him for a while and then I licked his balls and, after sucking his cock for a bit longer, I motioned to him to turn round. He turned round and bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his hairy arsehole. I licked him for ages and when he turned round again his cock was rock hard. I asked if he was ready to fuck me and he nodded. He reached into a drawer at the side of the bed and produced some lube and a condom. He saw me looking at the condom and I told him he didn't need to use one if he didn't want to. He looked a bit surprised and said he couldn't risk fucking bare because of his partner. I was disappointed, but still very horny, and I watched as he rolled the condom on his cock. A short time later I was kneeling on the bed and Ben was pushing his cock up my arse. He started off slowly and then began to fuck me a bit harder and I have to say, even with a condom, it felt really good. He fucked me for a while and then I pulled off his cock and moved on to my back. I raised my legs and pulled his cock towards my arse. As I did so, I pulled the condom off and threw it on the floor. He looked shocked "I.....can't..." he began. I put my finger to my lips and pulled his cock closer to my arse. He hesitated, but only for a moment and then he pushed his cock back into my arse and began to fuck me again. I enjoyed the fuck much more now that he was up me bareback and I could tell that he was enjoying it much more too. He began to fuck me really hard and I urged him on, telling him how great it felt to have his bare cock up my arse and how much I wanted his load. I spread my legs as wide as I could and pulled him against me as he fucked me even harder and after a while he told me he was going to cum. "Do it," I said, "Breed me!" "Oh fuck!" he moaned and I felt him shudder as he started to cum in me. I could actually feel the cum spurting into my arse and it seemed like he was never going to stop cumming. When he pulled out, I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck it. It never really lost its hardness and a few minutes later he was up me again. He banged me doggie style this time and shot another load deep into my cunt. It was just what I needed. I thought of all this as I laid in bed, lazily playing with my cock. I had fucked Max (and Josh) at every available opportunity and had now dumped several loads up both of them. They had to leave late on Friday afternoon and we had arranged that they would let me know the outcome of our activities that week and come down to London to stay with me if the job was not yet done. To be honest I wasn't really looking forward to the evening - Josh and Max had left and the others were going to another concert. To my surprise, David had said he wasn't really up for going out and said he was going to stay in. I didn't really fancy spending the evening with David - I didn't like him much and I was fairly sure the feeling was mutual. In the event, it was fine. I had suggested sending out for a pizza, but David said he would cook something for us and produced a really nice mexican chilli. I really enjoyed the food and the conversation wasn't as difficult as I had thought it might be. As I said before, David could be quite a nice guy if he wasn't so uptight and so judgemental. Towards the end of the meal, we were on our second bottle of wine and were chatting like we had been friends for years. Then, out of the blue, David said "I suppose you think I'm a total cunt?" I wasn't sure what to say to that. "Err....I....err," He cut me off. "I have been a cunt to you. I'm sorry." I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing and David went on, "The truth is - I like you. I like you a lot - I always have and...and...." His face was red now and he was struggling to find his words. "I....I wish I was more like you - I wish I could do the things I really want to do." I asked him why he couldn't do the things he wanted to and he just shook his head. "Like now, for instance," he said "I want......" "What do you want?" I asked him "Honestly?" "Honestly." "I want you to fuck me!" he said Things happened very quickly - within seconds my pants were down at my knees and my cock was in David's mouth. He sucked me really well and I let him suck me for a while and then I turned round and bent over "Lick my arse!" David pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his tongue right up me. He licked my arse for a while and then took my cock into his mouth again. He sucked on it like his life depended on it and then muttered something. I didn't catch what he said and he repeated it "Fuck me, please....fuck me!" David was now bent over the table, holding his arse cheeks apart. I licked his arse for a while and then I pushed my bare cock into his arse. He groaned as I pushed right up him and began to fuck. "Oh fuck....oh fuck.." he moaned. "Are you sure you want this?" I said "Yeah, I want it.... fuck me you bastard! I want you to breed me - I want your dirty load!" I had never in a million years thought I would hear those words coming out of David's mouth and I was very turned on. David had really given into his true desires and was moaning and begging me to shoot my poz load up him. A short time later, David was on his back on the table, his legs high in the air and I was getting close to cumming as he moaned "Fuck me, fuck me you dirty cunt!" I was getting very close now "Fuck me....cum in my arse...give me what I deserve.." he moaned I was starting to cum now. "Do it... cum in me..poz me........give me a fucking baby!" I shot my load deep into David's arse as he shot his out all over himself. It was one of the horniest fucks I had ever had. When the others came back later in the evening, David and I were sitting innocently watching a film - nobody would ever have guessed that he now had a big load of toxic cum deep in his arse. It turned out that David did not live very far from me in London and when we got back we started meeting up for some horny, unprotected sex. David would call round on his way home from work, suck my cock and then pull his pants down and tell me to breed him and send him home with a big toxic load in his arse. He told me he was saving his arse for me as he wanted me to be the one. A couple of months later he tested positive. Part 7 to follow

Nathan got up of Jake as I started to finger his dirty cum from my abs to my mouth. Jake was pretty still, breathing shallowly as I let my cock slowly fall from his cunt and Nathan threw on his clothes. "Maybe again, tomorrow?" he asked "Sure. Got quite a bit of interest though so get it sorted as soon as you know" "Sure thing". He high fived me and left the room, slamming the door behind him. I got up to check Jake's profile. A few more messages had come in, including one from an old wrestling bud of mine. Ray was a big ugly guy. Chubby did not begin to describe him. He tipped the scales at about 350lb last time I'd seen him and it wasn't muscle, though he was more than capable of moving his own bulk about. His speedos struggled to contain one of the thickest cocks I'd seen. He was poz, occasionally on meds and the roughest fucker I'd come across. He was very interested in Jake, which didn't surprise me. I looked across at his cute, frail body and weighed up whether he'd see out an encounter with Ray...

As the woozy boy slurped jakes cock clean he noticed a surprising influx of people and felt somewhat relieved. "at least Seth didnt lie about a party" he thought to himself. Jake watched the dopey boy slump back on the couch and just as he'd stepped away to search for his clothes, another random guy took his place. Pointing his prick at Chris' oozing hole he wiggled the head gently against his flush cheeks. "up" he commanded, tapping the boys knee as if a master jockey. Obediently Chris smiled and lifted his legs again. "Jake hey this guys gonna f-oooh" the boy groaned before he could finish his sentence as he was skewered by a thick black cock. "good boy" the toned top smiled to chris, grasping a wad of his curly hair and beginning a fierce pounding. "Jaaake, Im getting fucked" Chris slurred, as the clap of his cheeks filled the room. "Jake!" barked Seth from across the room. Turning to face the boy, Jake was surprised at how fast the night had seemed to progress. Seth was leaned over the kitchen table with a dreamy look on his face and his cock bobbing up and down as a red haired boy fed his impossibly long tool into him. "are you having lots of fun?" seth panted between thrusts. "yeah hey, so, i cant find my clothes." for a moment he was lost in the event unfolding. Watching the thick cock gliding effortlessly in Seths pussy was tantalizing. "I think" Seth panted, "I think Mikey moved them to his room so they didnt get trampled. check...there" he huffed, clearly occupied. Jake nodded and wandered down the hall, checking rooms for Mikey until he felt a tug on his arm. "Jakey!" mikey beamed with big wide eyes. "I need, I gotta borrow you for a minute." Jake followed Mikey into the dim room. "Are my pants-" "shhhh" Mikey hushed him. "This is Clint and hes going to college tomorrow" mikey waved his finger at a young man gagged and tied to the bed. "but he needs a little shot of confidence first" Mikey reached down to fondle Jakes semihard cock. "o-oh okay" Jake panted as Mikey pulled him closer between the boys legs. "Say hi to Jake, clint! hes going to fill you up nice and full in a minute" Jake cooed, as he tugged the plastic cap off a syringe with his teeth and busied himself with tying the young boys arm. "is he okay?" Jake asked, noting the boys obvious protest. "oh he just needs a little medicine first ya know! just relax clint and we'll be all done before you know it" mikey pumped the boys forarm until a vein was visible. "dont fight now baby. mikeys gonna take good care of you." Clint let out a grunt of protest as Mikey dipped the needle into his arm. The boy struggled visibly as Jake watched curiously. "shh were almost there sweetie just relax" Mikey pulled the tubing off the young boys arm and watched as his fight melted into soft moans. "viola!" mikey smiled, and slipped the gag from the freshmans panting mouth. "are you okay?" jake stroked the boys hip as he toyed with his own drooling prick." "yeah man hey" clint looked up, giggling. "im straight" he mumbled. "its cool" Jake reassured the spun teen as he began gliding his hand up and down the boys warm uncut cock. Mikey gently stroked the boys chest as Jake became overcome with lust. His hard poz cock could breed anyone, even this stupid kid. Jake felt powerful. for the first time in a long time he felt dominant and unstoppable as he glanced between the boys legs. "does it feel good?" he asked, smearing the boys precum down his shaft. Jake searched the room and as if reading his mind, mikey produced a small bottle of lube. "give it to him" Mikey whispered. Jake needed no further prompting as he began gently working the boys virgin hole open with his fingertips. Sure, he was straight, but not anymore. The sandy blonde was rocking gently on his hand, massaging his own hole as Jake encouraged him to let go. slipping his fingers from the young tight hole, he aimed his poison prick and looked into Clints eyes. he wanted to see it, the look when his own hole betrayed him and the cock slipped in. As the boys ring snapped around Jakes head he groaned. "here clint" Mikey held the small brown bottle under the boys nose, "nice deep breath!" he coached, as Clint took flight and the obstinate hole finally relaxed to let Jakes toxic cock inside. Jake fed his cock up into the boy for what seemed like hours, until he felt a gentle pawing at his own tight cunt. "relax" mikey soothed, as he smeared more and more lube up his hole. Jake was too far gone to care, and just kept thrusting as mikey encouraged the two and worked jakes tight hole open. "I cant-" Jake stopped suddenly, balls deep in the boy as Mikey gently grabbed his hips and the cool steel of his cockring contacted Jakes hole. "yes you can baby yes you can." Mikey began thrusting in time with Jake, pushing his cock into the top as he fed his own leaking cockhead up into Clint. "nice deep breath" mikey held the bottle to Jakes nose and without thinking he obeyed as the room began to spin. "whoa" he gasped, and as he came to his senses he realized he was stuffed full with Mikeys long thick shaft. "oh my god" jake moaned. "Dont ever tell Seth we did this he would fucking kill me, but i need to blow a load in you." mikey began to pump in and out of Jakes pussy. "dont stop jake keep fucking, remember you have to cum in him." Jake looked down at the drooling boy and complied, flexing his hips and continuing to fuck as Mikey looked down to watch his toxic fuckstick gliding into the top Seth had worked so hard to make. "i gotta cum" Jake moaned. "I know you do baby thats it, inside him, nice and deep" mikey coaxed, knowing Jakes own orgasm would milk him dry. Jake milked the cum out of the boys cock, and clint obediently milked Jake as Mikey laid his head on Jakes shoulder and pushed deep, releasing his toxic load. The three boys shared eachother as warm cum filled Jakes manhole, and poz seed filled Clints virgin pussy.

Just half an intro to the next episode today, sorry guys: I felt him swallowing my gift, clearly enjoying the taste, before I rolled off him. That was his cue to rush for the bathroom, in desperate need to empty his overfull bladder while I relaxed, my own piss needs already met. When he came back in the room he looked even more frail than before, the rough play and lack of meds taking their toll. "You're looking good Jake" I told him, "My cum is giving you all the protein you need and I'm thinking that from now on, if you stick to that and my filtered piss instead of that unhealthy shit you normally eat then we can get you fit and strong in no time". He nodded his agreement. "Nice on", I thought to myself, "keep him nice and slim and no need to douche so I can get into his cunt naturally". We both hit the shower where I had him wash down my body with his soft little hands, using his tongue for my ripe pits, arse and, finally, feet as he lay on the shower floor. I chose a cute pair of white briefs, his little butt, the perkiest part of him, filling the rear nicely. For myself, I pulled on another pair of his briefs. He wore a kids large size which meant the waist was pretty tight in me, the leg holes stretched dangerously (stitching popping if I flexed) and my bulge was frankly obscene, my PA particularly obvious. I loved the look.

I'm kind of like you. I started with exes and a few random hookups on accident, but after a while I realized I hated being fucked with a condom because it didn't feel good, there was too much friction, and not of the good kind. Then one night I went home with a guy and it was the best sex I'd ever had and I begged him to cum up my ass. From there on out it was just a matter of starting to deliberate not use condoms when I was getting fucked. I still haven't turned into a full cumdump, but I'm hoping to go on PrEP soon and then I definitely plan to.