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-Martin I felt the sweet burn of meth in my throat as I sucked down the smoke from my pipe. I watched as Chris passed out from Greg fucking him. It was pathetic really I could take Greg’s cock like it was nothing but I guess everyone starts somewhere. My hole was still gaped from my masters cock, his cum slowly dripping from me. At this point barely a day passed without him filling me. I’d convinced Chris that I just lubed myself up before he would fuck me though I have no idea how he never noticed how loose I was. I’m glad that Chris will be joining me soon. I love him in a way, not like the love I have for master but kind of like a brother. I still remembered when I started down the path that led here. - It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year. I stayed in the city over the summer cause I rented an apartment year round. I was still staying loyal to Chris because I thought we were in love. I’d go to random gay bars but turn down everyone who offered to fuck me which was a lot. Chris was supposed to come up the first weekend after class ended and I had been jerking off to the thought every day since. It had been nearly a year since we fucked and my hole was HUNGRY. Friday afternoon however he canceled saying some bullshit about needing to help a family friend. I was fucking pissed but wasn’t about to sit around like a loser. I went to a straight club planning to blackout instead of dealing with my feelings, however after one drink I met the most beautiful man in the world. He had thick brown hair that I would later learn covered his entire body. He was wearing black slacks and a white button up that was bulging with his thick muscular body. I was already in awe and then he came up and talked to me. He was at least a foot taller than me and had a deep dreamy voice. “What are you doing drinking by yourself handsome” the man said “ drowning my sorrows in vodka what about you” I responded trying to be nonchalant “Ha” he laughed “ I’m looking for something or someone to do tonight, so why are you sad, girl trouble, boy trouble” he said slyly while showing a shining white grin “ boy trouble” I answer “ trust me the only girl trouble I have is holding my friends hair up when they get wasted” “Damn I’m sorry to hear that a hot boy like you should have your pick of the litter” Holy shit he called me hot I thought “You wanna go somewhere else and talk about it” he placed a massive calloused hand on the small of my back “Sure” I said “but I do have a boyfriend” “And I have no intention of getting in the way of that” he said, leading me outside. Once we got to the street he hailed a cab and guided me in. I wasn’t going to cheat on Chris even if he was being an asshole and I was with the hottest man on the planet I wasn’t. We pulled up to a bar called the bloody scorpion. “I’ve never heard of this place” I said as we left the cab “It’s my bar I’d be happy to show you around sometime if you’d like” he told me as we walked to a door next to it. “This here is my place” He opened the door to a stairwell the lead above the bar. “Wow do you live up here” I asked as we entered a clean semi-modern studio Apartment. “I do” he responded “you like” “Definitely I think that the space between your couch and the wall is bigger than the apartment I share with 3 people” “Thank you I try to take care of it. You want something else to drink or would you like something stronger” Fuck did I just go home with a druggy. I don’t do anything but weed I thought. He must’ve seen the look on my face and added. “Oh just weed, nothing too bad” he said with a chuckle “ we’ll get the meth out later” I laughed back “oh yeah I love pot I was scared for a second there” “No need to be scared let’s just go up to the roof to smoke though” he said We went up to his roof which had a small garden and patio furniture and shared a blunt as I bitched about Chris. “So you’re hoping to get back at him tonight is that why you came here.” The man asked “No I’d never cheat on the man I love, I hope that’s not disappointing” I answered. “Not at all, though if you’d like I could help you with your hole without it being cheating” “What do you mean” I asked curiously “Not to brag but I have an impressive collection of toys downstairs and would be happy to use them to help you get relief.” I thought about it for a minute but I guess it didn’t count if it was just toys “Yeah that would be great just toys though nothing more” “Of course” he answered He guided me down to what must’ve been a basement under the bar. I saw another stairwell that must lead to it since this was clearly being used as storage. There was a door at the back of the hallway that he lead me through. “I just realized I don’t know your name” I asked as I entered the dark room “When you’re in here call me master” he said in what I thought was a joking tone. “Ok master” I answered jokingly “Good boy now let’s leave our clothes here” he said pointing to a small table. It was the first time I was naked in front of someone besides Chris and was really nervous while master stripped right to his bulging jock strap. He was even more magnificent naked. His hairy thick body was covered in tattoos and his white jock was clearly stained but that only made it look better as it was clearly full to bursting. “ you nervous boy” master asked grinning “ a little bit yeah” “Take your time I’ll go get some stuff out for you” he said as he walked further into the dark room. I stripped fully down. I was glad I shaved expecting Chris to come. Just then green light flooded the room and I saw it all. This was a fully kited out playroom any porn studio would be jealous of, the walls were covered up and down with different sex toys most of which I was clueless about. In the middle were several slings, benches, and other furniture I assumed was for sex but couldn’t guess how. “Holy fuck do you secretly operate a porn empire here” I asked approaching the sling master had brought a chair and table to. “I’ve been know to film a video or two” he said with a laugh. “Well looks like someone’s got a cock on them don’t you boy” “Yeah I guess I do but I’m a bottom through and through” “That’s understandable, Now hop into the sling and we’ll get started” I tried to pull myself into the sling but it was fairly high and I had never been in one before so I slipped. Master picked me up and easily lifted me into the sling. He secured my legs in the air with cuffs but left my hands free. “Now I think it would be best if you put a blindfold on so that you can fully enjoy the feeling without being intimidated by the size” he said as he put a sleep mask over my face. I heard him walk away for a minute before I felt a cold sensation on my hole. I felt my hole part for something and let out a moan as it had been so long. “Damn I’m only putting the lube in and you’re already moaning like a whore” master said before I felt the cold sensation flood my guts as I assumed he squirted me full of lube. It felt so good having any thing in my ass I was already panting. “I’m gonna put the first dildo in now that okay boy” master asked I only moaned in response as I felt the plastic head spread my hole. It felt orgasmic having something inside me again and I kept moaning with every push. He fucked me with it for a few minutes before moving up to a higher size. He continued this for what felt like eternity. “Alright boy this one is pretty big but let’s try it” he said as I felt a large head press against my hole. He pressed hard for a few minutes but it wouldn’t go in. “I think I’ve got something to help with this, you want this dildo right boy” he ask “Yes please I need it” I moaned out “Alright I’m going to put something under your nose and you need to inhale it and hold till I tell you” he said. I heard a cap unscrewed and a hiss next to me then he pressed one of my nostrils down and told me to inhale. It smelled like chemicals but I breathed it in before he did the same to my other nostril. “Alright exhale now boy” he said and I felt a rush as he pushed the dildo deep into me. I felt amazing and the dildo filling me only made it better. “How about you take off that blindfold now son.” He told me As I took the blindfold off I saw him sitting between my legs holding a dildo balls deep into me. Once he saw I had taken it off he pulled it all the way out revealing that it was at least 8 inches long and three inches thick. This was the biggest thing I’d ever had in me. He handed me a vial and said. “This is what I gave you to open you up it’s called poppers , keep inhaling it so that you stay stretchy just like I showed you okay boy” I only moaned in response before hitting the poppers again. I didn’t like drugs but at this point I needed this dildo in my ass and didn’t care. Master kept fucking me with the dildo for at least an hour before it started to fit without the poppers. My cock had been dripping precum all night and I had begun to feel a weird sensation in my ass. It felt like something was build and I started to squirm before suddenly the most intense orgasm of my life hit me. Piss flowed from me and I feel my hole pushing out as my mind was clouded by pleasure. “Ha ha seems like someone had their first pissgasm” master said chuckling as my pleasure subsided “Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to” I stammered out “Don’t apologize boy pleasure is the point of this room, just lick it up and we’re fine” “Huh” i asked in shock “I said lick your piss off my floor” he repeated slowly before lifting me off the sling and onto the ground where my piss puddle laid. I had never drank piss before but my head was still clouded by the orgasm and weed so I stuck my younger out to try and found an amazing bitter sweet flavor. I eagerly licked the rest of the floor clean loving the taste. “Seems like someone’s a natural piss pig” master said as I looked up at him “ there’s a car outside that’ll take you home and give you my number call me if you want to do this again” “Yes master” I said before leaving “thank you”

My body flinched as I felt the sharpness of his pointed finger nail scratching and scraping my ass lining. I moaned and whimpered at the pain as his finger dug deeper tearing me with every movement. After all his profile stated he guaranteed conversion no questions asked. It all started a couple of hours earlier, I had smoked a joint then gorged myself on pasta as the munchies kicked in. Still buzzing and very rampant I went on to the search for a fuck on line. Desperately needing to get laid, but there was very few guys nearby and I was ready to give up when all of a sudden he flashed up as 1 mile away. His picture showed a long dangly cock with low hangers, guessing it must have been around eight inches with a big head that the foreskin rolled back neatly over. His body looked ravaged and skinny, his information showed he was a 50 year old five foot ten inches top poz guy who enjoys bareback sex and looking for slutty twinks to knock up. At 19 years old I found the whole thing quite disturbing but fascinating, nasty but tasty, disgusting but desirable, my head was still buzzing and the mixed feelings drove me replying. I typed slowly but carefully... 19 year old bottom, five feet eight inches, trim build and in need of a good fucking. So here we are, me sat on his bed smoking a joint with him as he strips naked, I couldn't help but notice the biohazard tattoo framing his left nipple. He moved towards me and started undressing me, I relaxed as the joint started to hit and the familiar buzz feeling shrouded my senses. Asking if I was neg my head nodded and he smirked telling me he needs a young neg twink to carry his legacy and I would do perfectly to knock up. My cock hardened as he put his arms around me and moved in to kiss me. I responded like a trooper devouring his mouth an tongue with the eagerness to move things along. He stroked my back as I felt a sharp scratching from my neck tracing all the way down my spine, my body wriggled to move away but he laughed and told me if I felt that nail scratch down my back wait until it rips your ass lining preparing you to receive my toxic seed and make you mine. I found myself trying to swallow his tongue as he kissed me harder and slowly edging me backwards until I fell on to the bed. His legs moved under mine pushing them up and exposing my hole, his hand slowly working down my body, passing my cock and balls he scratched at the ring of my hole. Slightly tickling me my legs moved further up and I let out a cry of pain as he jabbed his finger into my hole. I grabbed his arm to stop him but he gave a sharp twist of his wrist as searing pain erupted in my arse as he tore away at my ass lining opening up wounds that would provide easy access for his virus. I moaned and whimpered as the pain continued from his relentless scratching and scraping. He pulled his finger out and I could see it was coated in my blood as he sucked and licked his finger clean. He moved in closer and positioned his legs so that mine were hooked up around him. The fog was starting to clear and I realised what I was doing, he leaned over me a lit up the joint clamped his mouth over mine, he pinched my nose shut and forced me to breath in drug that would ease my conversion. He held me like this for nearly a minute and when he released me I was floating and in my own world. I groaned loudly as he pushed the head of his cock in to my ass, the blood was causing friction which he continued to push past. The pain was excruciating and I pushed with my hands against his breasts, quickly my hands were pushed over my head and held in position as he pushed the last few inches deep in to my ass followed by several hard thrusts. My head rolled from side to side and my back arched in pain and pleasure. Slow deep thrusts were erupting from his hips, every forward thrust was followed by his balls slapping against my ass. He told me I was probably already converted by his pre cum alone he he continued slowly fucking me. The pain was almost gone as my ass was now lubed by his pre cum. His legs moved closer to me as he lodged his cock deep up to his balls, his hips providing all the momentum he needed. I could feel his balls hitting me in quick succession, he let out a moan as he continued on his legacy quest. He stared directly in to my eyes smiling as he continued, each thrust was met with gasping and begging for him to fuck me harder. Sweat dripped from his chest on to mine and I felt his hands tighten their grip on my arms, still looking deeply in to my eyes he let out a load long grunt "Fuck boy, I'm gonna fucking own you.". He jolted forward pushing his hips harder against me, I cried out as I felt his cock stiffen even more and his ball sacked contracted up. A second hard jolt as I felt a warm stream of his toxic seed flooding my torn ass. I felt a stinging sensation as the wounds inflicted were deep enough to trap his seed. I struggled to free myself but his grip was held tight, never loosing eye contact he jolted forward again as another stream of seed erupted in to my ass. I was panting through excitement as another jolt pushed me up the bed and he collapsed on top of me breathing hard. It took several minutes for both of us to calm down, his cock slipped out of my now well lubricated ass, he rolled on to his back as I caught a glimpse of his blood streaked cock. I got up off the bed and dressed myself and left his apartment. By the time I got home there was a message from him "Part of me is part of you forever.".

As a top, i love my partner slutty. I mean, real slutty, a no load refused cumdump. He would be open about it, talking about it with pride, no shame. I love them when they're insatiable.

I'd been to a bar with a friend, had a few drinks before parting ways and heading back to my flat. Feeling horny I decided to quickly clean up before scrolling grindr, which is when an account popped up. 2 tops 👀 4 sub. If received a few dick pics. I opened and looked at them, decent sized cock, looked sucksble. I started getting horny looking at them. I sent my pics back before receiving a message: "You arrive, let yourself in, and head into the living room. There will be a mattress on the floor, the lights will be off. Strip, get on all fours, say "ready". We'll come in and use you, when we finish, you pick up your clothes and quickly leave. You like?" My drunk self happily agreed and he sent me the address. 15 minute walk. I told him roughly when I'd arrive. I prelubed my ass, threw on my coat, and left my flat. It was 2am, slightly chilly, but not too bad. I marched to the address, turned down a street and got to the house. I walked up to the door and gently pushed it open, they'd left it on the latch. The house was dark, almost pitch black, and my nerves started to spike. What was I doing?!? I hadn't even seen his face! But I'd come this far, would be a shame to turn around now. I walked down the hallway and turned into the room on the right, the mattress was where they said it would be. I quickly stripped and got onto the mattress like he told me to. It felt so stupid to be doing this everything felt wrong, but at the same time it felt so right... "uh r-ready" I called out. I heard a movement from outside the room and 2 guys came in, already nude. They looked relatively young, mid to late 20s, but it was difficult to tell from the lack of light. Their facial features almost impossible to discern. "what a slut, you actually came" one of them said as he got behind me, the other going in front. My cock twitched from being called a slut. The one behind got down, held my cock, and began sucking it. I let out a small moan before the other guy slid his fingers in my mouth. I began licking and sucking them. I then felt 2 fingers start to push into my ass as I let out another moan. 2 soon turned to 3 as I could feel him trying to stretch my hole. The guy at the front grabbed me by the hair. "you like that slut?" "yes sir" I responded still softly moaning. The guy from behind them stood up and moved round to the front. "quickly stuck me off, and use lots of spit, in not planning on adding extra lube." I leaned up and felt he's cock land on my face. I held it in my hand and spat on the shaft before plunging it into my mouth. I was glad I squirted some lube in my ass before I came. I sucked it, more trying to cover it in saliva than give him pleasure, he moaned anyway. I slid my tongue under his foreskin as I softly pulled it back and forth. I couldn't see it clearly but it felt about 6 inch, reasonably thick, like the one in the photo. After a minute or so he pulled his cock out my mouth and I was pushed back down onto all 4s. His cock was quickly replaced by the other guys, which felt slightly larger and thicker. I began sucking as the other guy spat on my hole and shoved 3 fingers in and stretched me out. He pulled out and I felt his slimy cock rub against my hole. I wiggled my ass against him. He let out a small laugh and put his tip to my hole, slowly pushing in. I felt a dull pain from the invasion and I let out a small wimper. A bottle was held under my nose, "sniff" the guy said. I did as was told and took a deep breath. Poppers. My mind was racing as the guy started to quickly pound my hole. I let out deep moans in rhythm to the fucking as both my holes were used by the men. "such a slut, being used by 2 strangers on a dirty mattress, you love it don't you?" the guy I was sucking said. All I could do was moan in agreement. Being used by 2 strangers who I could barely see was sending my horny levels off the chart. After a few more minutes of being fucked the guy slapped my ass as his breaths started to get heavier, I could tell he was getting close. I started rocking backwards and forwards, pushing him as deep into me as possible. "you want my load you little slut?" I pulled the cock out my mouth, "yes sir, flood me deep". He slapped my ass again before grabbing my waist and picked up the pace. After a few more seconds he pushed as deep into me as he could go, grabbing my hips and pulling me back. He waited there, panting, as he filled me full of his cum. He then slide out and his cock was immediately replaced by the other guy, I could feel his cock stretching my hole. He started off slow, letting my insides adjust as more poppers were held under my nose. He then reached forward, grabbed my hair and started fucking me hard, driving his cock into my guts. My head was then brought down and pushed against the mattress with my ass still in the air. I could smell the mattress, musky, dirty, used. "take my cock you stupid slut" he shouted at me as he pushed his dick what felt deeper and deeper into me. And I did, I lay their moaning and talking it. A guy I hadn't seen nor even spoken to using my hole, treating me like a whore. "ah fuck I'm gonna breed you, I'm so close" he finally said after a few minutes, my ass starting to ache. After slamming into me a few more times he pushed deep into my guts, his cock starting to pulse, painting my insides white. He then pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "what a nasty whore" he said before spitting on me. I lay there with my ass still up in the air, softly rubbing my loose wet hole. "your stuff is outside, we're finished" one of the guys said. "wdym?" I asked getting up. "it's out the front door, leave" he replied, grabbing me. He lead me to the door, pushed me out and closed it behind. There I was, standing outside completely naked, cum slowly leaking from my ass. My clothes and shoes a few meters in front of me which I quickly picked up and put on. I then marched back home to jerk off and play with my hole. When I got back the grindtr account had gone, probably blocked me. I felt so used, so nasty, like a real whore. Nothing but a hole that they used for 1 night. But I've realised that that is what turned me on so much...

I love both your aj99 responses. I have been low key wondering how so many people kept referring to Mr. Dover’s stories as the hotTest words ever typed (and sooooo helpfully where we could buy them for ourselves). Call me skeptical, call me jaded ( just don’t call me late for dinner ( or breakfast now that I think about it)….but something seems rotten in Denmark. I suddenly find both the specificity of his message to the eager bottom but more the fact that it was public suspicions. Almost like it was intended to get someone in the purposefully targeted niche audience to rise to the bait….so that he could clutch his pearls, cry foul, and remind everyone that we could go buy his stories in a prime location. Sorry for being unsexy 99. I will now pick up the pipe and find a hot story to stroke to on this wonderful forum.

I am disappointed there just stupid people on here. Without Dr. Fauci what advancements would there be with current HIV treatments?

You use your words. You say "I'm into rimming (or being rimmed). Is that something you'd like to do?" And so on. If you want, you can preface the discussion by saying "I know we're basically very compatible in terms of what each of us likes, broadly speaking. But there are things I'm interested in (or "I've done that I'd like to do with you") and I'd like to talk about those and see what's on the table."

Was leaving the club last night, and a homeless guy sitting on the corner asked for change. I told him I unfortunately didn’t have any, and was prepared to keep going but he asked if I liked dick (since he’d seen me leave the gay bar). I let him know that I loved cock. He told me it’d been awhile since he’d cum. I glanced around, then pointed at a nearby alley and told him he was welcome to cum in me if he wanted to go that way. He said yes, stood up and we walked into the alley. It was dark and I was nervous, but I love taking raw homeless cock so I was also excited as hell. I’d been fucked in this alley before, so I knew there was a dumpster we could behind and I lead him that direction. Once behind the dumpster, I immediately leaned into the wall, lowered my pants off my ass and arched my back for him. He chuckled and made a comment about how much of an easy slut I was. I confirmed, and begged him to fuck me. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and I told him absolutely not to which he said “sure, it’s your choice”. I felt him spit on my hole, then his cock sliding up and down my crack. The tip kept brushing against my hole, making me whimper in need which seemed to turn him on more be a few seconds later he thrust in and impaled his cock in me with one strong stroke. He felt like a good 7” or so and THICK. I started to moan as he began to jack hammer into my hole. One of his hands was on my hip, guiding me back to meet his thrusts and the other was in my hair shoving my face into the wall. He set a brutal pace, and within no time was asking me where I wanted his cum. I begged for him to breed me, and he again chuckled and said “sure, it’s your choice.” With a few more thrusts, he lodged himself balls deep in my hole and I felt the throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his cum as he unloaded in me, the hand in my hair moving down to curl around my throat, fingers digging into my wind pipe. Once he was done cumming, he started lazily stroking his cock back and forth in me, working his load deeper into me. I thought he intended to give me another load, but instead after a few minutes of lazy strokes, he again impaled himself balls deep in me and I felt the unmistakable warmth of his piss filling me. His fingers tightened further on my throat, and he continued to piss without saying word for a good couple of minutes as I moaned and thanked him. Once he was done pissing, he maneuvered us so I was laying on the ground and he was mounting me, and he proceeded to fuck another load into my now very sloppy hole. He was even rougher this time, and had stopped caring or asking what I wanted - it was clear he’d decided he was just going to use me however he wanted. And I loved it. He pressed my face into the ground and continued to choke me, nearly cutting my air off. He pulled at my hair roughly, I felt some strands pull out. He punched my ass with closed fists and groped at it as he fucked me (it’s bruised today lol). The second fuck took longer, but eventually I felt him cumming inside me again. Then he stood up, and I heard him leave the alley without another word. I waited a few minutes, then stood up, pulled my pants up and left as well, squeezing my hole to keep it all inside me. Horned as I was now, I wanted more cock and cum… so instead of going home, I ended up at the nearest ABS with my hole up against a gloryhole where I got 6 more anon loads without seeing a single one of the guys. Very successful night!

Had a great four hour session with a very attractive dominant top today! He was a nice dark caramel color with a good 8 1/2 thick curved dick. Very passionate, he ran into my hole for hours and then I reciprocated by deep throating his dick until we were ready to move to his sling. He took his time to penetrate me playing with my hole with just the tip of his dick until I was moaning and begging for more. Finally, I was able to get him balls deep where he fucked me until two loads were deposited. We are scheduled a second session to continue this chemistry. Can’t wait!

World Building content warning: I have been working on this for a couple weeks and the fort chapter is a bit long This is the first chapter of a story in a world 1000 years in the future and a lot of things have changed. A great deal of this chapter deals with world building details explaining some of these changes and the reasons why they happened I tried ro make this part as amusing as I could, The dialogue between Religious Leader and Critical Thinker made me chuckle a few times. Yes I laugh at my own jokes I also think many of you would join me in wishing that PIFs and Orange Parks really existed in today’s world To make things easier I marked the largest part of the World Building section between two lines of @@@@@@@@ symbols If you skip it don’t blame me if you have no idea what the hell is going on later in the story I hope you stick with me and read it all. I’m writing this like a book and some World Building has to be done Scanbu ************************************************************************************************************* Author's note: This is a possible future and may conflict with things in present day stories. One possible reason is it's hard to remember things that happened 1000 years ago Rule one is that there are no paradoxes... Rule two is that if you find a paradox refer to Rule one... Chapter One: Coning Home The man waited in the dark for his husband to get home, though this “home” was not the home his husband thought he was coming to. This had been years in the making and would not have been possible if the waiting man had not been foresighted and nostalgic many years ago The door opened and the man’s husband stepped into the dark room “Lights” the new arrival said. He was always forgetting that he just had to think his commands in a certain mode but the old vocal commands still worked though the lights stayed off this time “Dammit why won’t these damn lights work?” the mans husband muttered “Because I asked them to stay off” The man said in an amused voice His husband actually looked around then and caught the feel of the place, the moonlight coming in through the two story high windows, the muted background sounds of a city around them, the proportions of the place “Zeke, you didn’t!” Tommy said. He knew this place in his bones, though these particular bones had never been here before. But how… this was not possible The lights came up and Tommy found himself in their old apartment, everything was the same down to the cracked brick in the wall across from the elevator door, it even felt the same but this building had been torn down centuries ago “Did you have the building rebuilt from the original plans or something?” Tommy asked “I had it reassembled. This is the original building, on the exact same spot. Remember I took you to Eurp[e when the building was “torn down”? I had it disassembled brick by brick and each brick was numbered and stored with it’s exact position recorded. I have had the supports modernized to fix the structural problem that caused us to have to condemn it and the building is completely updated to modern technological standards” Zeke said Several buildings had stood here in the centuries since but when the last one had been demolished 5 years ago Zeke had decided it was time. He had every brick treated with a preservative that made them virtually indestructible and then had the building painstakingly rebuilt. Old photographs and even more accurate memory scans on Zeke himself had exactly duplicated the furnishings and decorations “Welcome HOME my Tommy!” He said as he took his husband in his arms and kissed him “And happy 1000th anniversary” He said once the kiss broke Tommy looked confused, their 1000th wedding anniversary was not for over a year “Tommy, it’s April 12th 3024” he said gently. Suddenly Tommy’s eyes widened and his hand went to his mouth “We met in that Bathhouse 1000 years ago today!” He gasped “And you brought me to this apartment for the first time that night. How did I forget that?" He asked “Because it’s not really something we kept track of. It's the day you drove The Darkness out of me. It had almost won you know. I almost fell completely and would have without you” Zeke said Zeke was thrilled, in all their centuries together he had never caught his Tommy this off guard, Tommy did it to him probably once every few years but this was a first for Zeke He took Tommy’s hand and led him over to the dance studio with it’s mirrored wall. Tommy found his tights exactly where he knew they would be, In a drawer next to the small changing area. Zeke had remade their home perfectly They did their stretches, moved to the center of the floor and a mental command started that old Billy and Mike song playing The two flowed like water through the dance, They were both in their 5th clone body having just made the jump again about 10 years ago. The Entity managed not only to transfer normal memories but also muscle memory. The only thing it could not transfer was stamina and that took a couple years of steady work to rebuild Tommy and Zeke were the best dancers in history by now. They had done this dance thousands of times and it still invoked the same feelings in them. It was this dance that had forced their love to the fore and made them both admit to it during the explosive sex that had followed Sure enough they ended up on the soft mat they had learned to keep against the mirrored wall, Tommy looking into the reflection of Zeke’s eyes as his lover of ten centuries plowed him from behind, They knew exactly how to move to heighten each other’s pleasure. They would never grow tired of making love to each other as no other sex partner could com close to the pleasure they brought each other As Zeke’s cock spasmed inside of him filling him with his seed a glowing line appeased like a necklace on their shoulders, chest and the back of their neck. Tommy’s glowed green and Zeke’s glowed white After catching their breaths they went into the perfectly recreated bathroom and showered. There was a “light shower” installed as well. It was a device that could get you clean in seconds, no matter how dirty you were but most people still took showers in water and used soap. It just felt better Tommy returned the favor, sliding his cock into Zeke’s ass as the water and steam surrounded them, They were totally versatile with each other now, though they still only bottomed for close friends and relatives. When it came to sex with most others they were both tops. The only exceptions were family and old friends That glow appeared again when Tommy bred his husband but the colors were reversed, Tommy had white and Zeke green This time Tommy caught a flash of the red glow in the bathroom mirror. Ir was around the base of his cock and balls, lie a cock ring under the skin as he came. The same glow around the base of Zeke’s cock as he came on the shower wall As they dried off with a flash from the light shower Zeke said “Get dressed, we have company coming” and sent the mental command “Party: to the apartment system When they came out of the bathroom it cleaned itself as soon as they shit the door and the rest of the apartment was decorated for a celebration, complete with snacks and drinks all set up and waiting Zeke got a mental prompt from the security system and the elevator door opened. In a flash of light their first guests arrived Mike and Jeff stepped into the apartment followed by Hank and Buzz. John and Sal came soon after. “You did a perfect job Zeke, the place looks great! So vintage it makes me want to redo The Compound in classic early 2000s style” Jeff said standing on tiptoes to kiss his husband’s cousin; who was also his cousin's husband, on the cheek. They were cousins married to cousins Tommy’s brother Marc showed up next with his husband Alex followed by Jason and Jet who might just be able to dispute the “greatest dancers in history” crown Tommy and Zeke wore Lars and Cole came next or as many people called the “Tall and Wide” as Lars was almost seven feet tall and Cole was an adorable chubby man Red and Tony arrived and Tommy threw himself into Red’s arms for a kiss as Tony hugged Zeke and squeezed his ass just for old times sake Zeke laughed and kissed the big man, He had gotten over the “I’m only a top” bullshit with thier friends centuries ago. Even Mike bottomed on a semi regular basis now and not just because he had to The elevator door closed and opened again as Theo and his husband Bob stepped out of the actual elevator, having come up from a lower floor Tex and Nick arrived next followed by Agnes and her husband Max and finally Dale and Alan got there. These all were the members of The 100 that Zeke and Tommy were closest to. Each person was with their “Perfect Match”, the spirit they had spent the vast majority of their multiple past lives with just like Tommy and Zeke had A few more members of the 100 arrived and even a couple of The Darkness’ agents were invited though none of The Light’s agent would be seen in the company of these people. The light was always stuck up The Entity had allowed a few agents of those powers to be cloned and soul jump to be fair It has an ulterior motive it had told Tommy and Zeke about. The Darkness and The Light didn't realize that The Entity could track those soul jumped agents and in general, know their plans @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ In the grand scheme of things The Darkness was a petty criminal, it amused itself by “ruining” the lives of individuals or couples but didn’t try to “destroy the world” constantly because it was having too much fun with it’s little games. Tommy often compared it’s personality to that of a cat The Light’s agents mostly just complained and tried to get people to pay attention to them by telling them they should feel guilty for feeling good. They had very few converts, mostly because everyone knew they participated in what they called sin at least once a week. Even agents of The Light were subject to the law of the land though they claimed they should be exempt The Light was the source of almost every religion in history and their grip on humanity had been destroyed in a single generation once the 100 had managed to gain control of education worldwide It had taken requiring just one thing to be taught and every religion on the planet had fought against it's being taught to everyone tooth and nail For the last 870 years every child on the planet was required to take classes in critical thinking What followed was many many conversations that went something like this Religious Leader - You should let me tell you how to run your life, who you can love and marry, how you should act, who you should hate and what you should hate about yourself if you don’t fit my view of how a person should be. Oh! And most importantly you should give me money. Preferably 10% of your income. The money is the most important part! Critical Thinker - You know, that seems like a pretty raw deal, You make my life miserable and I pay you for it? Do you at least kiss me when you ate done? If not why would I put up with all that? Religious Leader - No I don’t kiss you! You are not my type! That would be one of those sin things we talked about earlier! You should accept this all because I have studied these ancient texts and because God has picked me to interpret them for you. I can tell you what they mean Critical Thinker - I have read those texts too and you seem to cherry pick them or even make things up to support your personal prejudices and viewpoints. Either God thinks exactly like you do and the rest of those texts are just an exercise divine in creative writing or you don’t actually know what God thinks. There are also some pretty terrible things in those texts. Things that would get you thrown in jail if you did them, so why should I take them serially? They were written in a time when people didn’t even have electricity or toilets. What do they have tp do with the modern world? Religious Leader (usually through clenched teeth, trying to control their anger) - That’s what FAITH is you miserable sinner! Believing absurd things to keep your betters in power! How can we live our cushy lives of luxury while you work to support us if you don’t just mindlessly obey? How dare you question centuries of tradition that we teach because it’s total self serving and gives all the power to us? You are just supposed to be sheep! I knew letting you learn to think was a mistake! Critical Thinker (usually backing away from the fanatic ecclesiastic because they frothing at the mouth by this point) - I tell you what, you do you and I will do me and we are quits on everything else. I mean maybe of you were going to kiss me when you were done but since I’m not your type why don’t we just be friends? A few religions had caught on and changed their doctrine. They preached love, kindness, acceptance and charity. Their clergy became true public servants but even these religions were greatly reduced. People just didn’t trust them An argument was made for all the charitable work religions did and it was quickly pointed out that it always came with strings attached. “We will keep you from starving and teach you the things we want you to learn, but you have to believe in our god, accept our control of your life and all our prejudices” Religion said "No thanks". other people are offering to feed us and teach us without the strings. Thanks for the offer though" people in poorer areas said as their standard of living came up due to technology and personal mobility and religion lost it’s final hold It was mostly an academic study now. People tried to revive them now and then and had even had moderate success but once they reached a certain point the old patterns of hate and bigotry had always showed their ugly heads and people fled in droves This pulled The Light’s teeth. New religions would spring up occasionally but they always followed the patterns the revived old religions did and none ever really caught on Most people developed a one on one relationship with God and spirituality but kept their views to themselves ****************** The party went on for a long time, late into the night, as these ancient friends talked about the last thousand years and focused on the male half of the population since the only woman present had been so instrumental; in the changes to men’s lives Long before mankind freed itself from religion and it’s inherent problems she had broken down the barrier that kept same sex couples from having offspring together also she and many others had also done study after study showing that the root cause of many of the problems of the world and the thing that religion exploited the most was male insecurity and a need to dominate usually instilled on them by their insecure fathers who were backed up by what they learned in church Bisexual men and men who could at least accept that they sometimes had an attraction to other men had a far lower rate of domestic violence, drug and alcohol abuse and were generally more content with life than men who maintained that they were only attracted to women This latter group was lying to themselves and that was proved by study after study all over the world. It was the underlying stress of that self delusion that added to the problems mentioned before The first step was to remove all stigma from same sex attraction. It had been proven to be a natural part of the human condition and once religious bigots were no longer spouting hatred it only took a couple generations before there were more gay, nonbinary and bisexual people that there were straights When both social and religious stigma were removed the rates of those issues we mentioned dropped even further, except among men who strongly identified as “straight only. They rose among that population as these men denied their true natures out of stubborn, misguided pride, once again passed from father to son It soon became obvious when 98% of social problem were attributed to just 1% of the population that pretending you were 100% straight was the problem Don’t get me wrong. Almost 50% if the relationships in the world were male/female but most of these people accepted that same sex attraction was a natural part of life. They had it but just preferred the opposite sex, at least most of the time Monogamy had gone out of style with religion and most people had side relationships with both sexes to round out their lives It also needs to be noted that men who said they were 100^ gay and had absolutely no attraction to women were frowned upon by society as well, but they didn’t have the same rate of problems the straight men did The now global society came up with it’s own solution to the problem and the torque was the perfect way to implement it The torque was a biometric device that Agnes had come up with in her second century of life/ At first it was just a health monitor and a rudimentary mental link to various devices. Over time it’s function and uses expanded to the point that it was able to shield the body from infection, both viral and bacterial and use the body’s own resources to manufacture most prescription drugs and administer them, all your doctor had to do was upload the prescription. It also controlled every device around you, It got to where you couldn't even open a door without your torque The things were invisible most of the time, They were just under the skin around the neck but would glow sometimes when specific things happened Literally every person on earth had a torque. It was part of the normal delivery process to put one on a newborn. .It would painlessly sink below the skin and grow with it all it’s life. One of the first benefits of the torque to it’s wearer was it mostly prevented SIDS or Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, reducing it' by 97% so parents wanted their child to have one from the beginning To solve the “Straight man” problem every government in the world passed the same law The torques were updated for both men and women to be fair, both sexes had a new requirement but we will only talk about the one for men here. After his 18th birthday, a man’s torque would change. It would require at least 10 minutes of anal stimulation and the anal injection of a certain protein found only in semen once weekly after that point Your own semen would not work and neither would toys Basically every man on earth above the age of 18 was required to get fucked bareback and take a to load once a week. Exceptions could be made for people medically unable to do so of course as well as for people who chose a life of celibacy as well as for truly nonbinary people There was a 10 year introductory period, mostly to find and train enough “PIFs” before the penalties for noncompliance were enforced PIF stood for “Protein injection Facilitator” and these men were trained to be able to top anyone no matter the physical appearance and also to make the person being topped genuinely feel wanted. Every client left a PIF with the feeling that the man had enjoyed fucking them and found them attractive A fully trained PIF with the aid of really delicious protein and vitamin shakes and simple medical enhancements could fuck 10 times in an 8 hour day and still keep a significant other happy at home Statistics showed that about 50% of professional PIFs who had a significant other went home to female partners when their shift was done World wide, people in relationships were about 30% Male/Female couples, 25 % each for Male/Male or Female/Female couples and 15% people with multiple partners of either sex all in one relationship About 30% of the total world adult population was single at any given time There was no charge for going to a PIF as they were all public employees and you were not allowed to use the same PIF more than once a year. Every home on earth had a “Transport Door” and there were also publicly available ones in even the smallest communities. These doors would take you to any public place on Earth so getting to a PIF was no problem for anyone Many boys wanted to grow up to be a PIF and any boy could because PIFs of all races, shapes and sizes were needed A general PIF was usually an average looking guy who was friendly and warm to his clients and the sex was very vanilla. About 60% of men used general PIFs when they needed one Specialized PIF “franchises” popped up all over the world as well. Some of the popular “brands” were: Daddy, Daddy Bear, Cub, Chubby, Leather Man, Jock, Boy Next Door and Sissy Boy. There were other specializations and just about any type of man you wanted could be found as a PIF somewhere in the world. You could only use a PIF if it had been more than four days since your last load as you were encouraged to find them on your own. Some men proudly wore shirts or hats that said “Never PIFed” on them to show they could get all the raw cock they wanted. A lot of these men were lying though When you took a load your torque flashed green and when you gave one it flashes white. This was to let you and the man fucking you know the requirement had been met. At a week since your last load your torque would start to glow green and you had to take two loads to get it to stop, At two weeks it went to blue and you had to take three, At three weeks it went yellow and you had to take four. These things happened and it was no big deal At four weeks things got a bit more serious, Your torque started glowing orange and at that point any man could take your ass forcefully without your consent with no legal ramifications, as long as they didn’t injure you. Amy tactic was fair game, gang fucks, bondage or just plain forced sex and they could keep forcing you till your torque stopped glowing all together though they did have a limited time to do so This sparked a new kink and industry, “Orange Parks' ' popped up in many larger cities. They were like the bathhouses of old except they were larger. They usually had a maze or were in a mockup of an urban area or forest. Some looked like the stylized inside of a prison, though there had been no actual prisons for centuries. Old porn died hard If you were a man wanting to fuck you paid a small fee to enter. If you were a man with a forced sex fantasy you were given a glowing orange necklace and the fee you paid was based on how many loads you wanted to take before it stopped glowing. If your torque was actually glowing orange and you made it to the park without being stopped and dealt with you were let in for free The Orange Parks made a fortune and many men got their required loads that way. The park staff was always nearby to keep things from getting out of hand and everyone had fun acting out fantasies in a safe environment You had two months of orange glow and then you went red At that point your torque lost the ability to protect your health in some ways, It would let you be infected with HIV and the infection was allowed to progress any time your torque was red. No one had ever let that go on long enough to find out that it was a buff and your torque would NOT let you actually get sick. HIV was just a threat and deterrent, not a death sentence to the truly stupidly stubborn Your torque also started sending out a signal that would draw “PIPE” layer within 10 miles to you like a magnet when it was red PIPE stood for “Protein Injecting Penetrative Enforcer” and were jokingly referred to as “PIPE layers” The same rules applied . Any tactic short of serious physical injury was acceptable. The differences were that the PIPE layers were all "double poz" and when they infected someone with HIV they could take control of that person totally Being double poz meant that you had a normal strain of HIV in your cock and balls. A torque like device embedded like a cock ring under the skin that glowed red when you came, kept your normal torque from controlling the infection there so you could give it to someone who’s Torque was not protecting him. Just to be doubly sure that the PIPE layer was protected the rest of the body was infected with the Angel Strain of HIV, The cock ring torque kept the two strands separate As for taking total control of someone, All they had to do was say “I claim you” when they came in a violator, what usually happened then was that the PIPE layer would command them “stay in compliance from now on” and release then but they didn’t have to The man who let his torque go red could end up the slave of the PIPE layer for life. They could even be sold and ownership transferred, though this had to be approved by the one of the head PIPE layers (Tommy, Zeke, Mike, Jeff, Tony or Red) The system had been in place for over 200 years now and the incidents of social problems and crime in general had plummeted world wide So had incidents of depression and self harm. These had been almost totally wiped out Prisons had been abolished and such criminal acts that were committed by men were punished by making them public surrogates for other men for a certain number of pregnancies. They could be rented to carry a couple’s baby or knocked up to provide children for single men wanting to raise a child. The couple or man whose child they carried as responsible for the surrogate’s upkeep during the pregnancy and during recovery. There were many men who served as surrogates by choice but they could chose their clients. A public surrogate couldn't. It was first come first serve. Their surrogate fee went to the people their crime had harmed These men’s torques kept track of their location and kept them confined in a certain geographic region. It was far more effective than prisons and cost so much less In the last year there had been only three murders committed globally and all were by men who’s torques were glowing red. The punishment for murder was always the same. 20 surrogate pregnancies per victim. Which took about 35 years to finish. This had been an above average year for murders and many years had none at all One murderer furring the last century had been rented out by a wealthy Arab man for his last 12 pregnancies in a row, The two had married after the third and he had written a classic book about his life called “Mister Mother Was A Murderer” @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ The party wound down at about 2 AM local time. Tony and Red stayed so that Red could hold Tommy and Zeke while they slept while Tony held Red. They never forgot that for almost a century Red had been married to both Tommy and Zeke Tony was Red’ perfectly matched soul partner but both Tommy and Zeke were close matches as well and Zeke was Red’s half brother In the morning Tommy made breakfast for the four of them, The apartment had cleaned itself after the lights were turned out and looked perfectly normal when they woke As they walked away from the breakfast table the dishes vanished, only to reappear in the cupboard perfectly clean. The kitchen had cleaned it self while they ate Red laughed “No more fights between you two about doing the dishes” he said jabbing Zeke with a finger Tommy laughed "We have not had a serious fight in 830 years, not since Zeke had the very first “Self washing dishes” prototype one of Ze-Corp’s subsidiaries was working on installed. And that was 100% true, They had been together 10 centuries and the biggest bone of contention between them was who was going to wash the dishes. Like I said they were the perfect match for each other Zeke got a mental alert and though “Screen” A screen appeared floating in the air in front of him and Theo’s face appeared on it “We have a situation, one of out roving PIPE layers was hiking through a remote area in the mountains when his torque started going off like crazy, He sent a micro cam to the source" Theo reported He found a small village, only about 30 people. He checked the female torque channel and all the ladies are in compliance but he’s getting 15 signals on the male channel “The cam followed the men into a meeting that was a boys only, with a man dressed like a priest. He preached the typical “Divine right to be straight” bullshit along with a fair dose of misogyny, homophobia and racism. We have it all recorded. Oh, and the entire town is gathering for a wedding this afternoon we can get them all at once” Theo finished “You guys want to come?” Zeke said to Tommy, Red and Tony and they all nodded “I get the priest, I have something planned for him” Tommy said angrily “Gather as many Pipe layers as you can, who knows how many loads it’s going to take to get these idiots into compliance” Zeke said They assembled in the hangar, which was on what used to be a secret Air Force base hidden in the desert, 20 PIPE layers were there. It was just a short step through a transport door for those whose torques had the clearance code, and many old friends they had seen at the party last night were among them There were also 50 of Theo’s hand trained security forces ready to assist, They carried no weapons other than a long staff. There were no guns. The only gums left in the world were disabled and in museums. The rest had been melted down and the metal used for more useful things like… well anything The uniforms they wore looked like leather pajamas and they concealed many pockets with various items securely stowed. They were modeled after the original bathhouse pajamas Theo used to wear and were his idea of a joke. The men had no idea what they were wearing These pajamas were all the body armor these men needed. Much stronger than any body armor commercially or militarily available and yet they allowed total freedom of movement. These men were the most feared fighting force in the world. Theo had named them "The Power Puff Rangers" mashing together his two favorite childhood TV shows. The man's sense of humor got out of control sometimes. Again the men were not in on the joke “Wars” were now fount hand to hand with blunt weapons and were more competition than conflict. Every nation in the world ran itself for the most part but it’s leaders knew they were ultimately answerable to The Primes, two shadowy figures who ran the world and only members of the 100 knew The Primes were Zeke and Tommy, who also pretty much controlled the world economy as well through the power of Ze-Corm You were a citizen of whatever country you resided in but you could pick up and move anywhere in the world at any time. When a nation got troublesome it’s citizens were suddenly given huge incentives to move elsewhere and the fretful country would usually find itself almost empty. That personal mobility also kept governments from mistreating their citizenry The PIPE layer on scene signaled that the temporary transport door he carried with him was set up and functional. They all filled through into a mountain meadow somewhere in the world Tommy’s torque started a local region diagnostic at his mental prompt. He and Zeke had the only Prime Command Torques in the world. They could access any information anywhere, take over any control system and edit other people’s torques, shutting off their command abilities and even rendering them unconscious The rest of the 100 had similar abilities but they could not affect Tommy and Zeke “They have managed to cut their Transport doors off from the rest of the system. I’m sending out a world wide patch to fix the vulnerability they found and exploited” Tommy said to Zeke as they approached the village on foot. They could clearly hear multiple Red signals from ahead As they approached the town meeting hall they saw that a very recognizable religious symbol to anyone who knew much about religions was on the outside wall as well as other symbols Every member of the 100 in their party stiffened as they saw those symbols. People born in their era would instantly recognize them as symbols of fascism and racial hatred. Those symbols had no place in this era Tommy could hear a droning voice coming from within “One man and one woman as God” intended” as he reached the door “That’s it, let’s end this party now” He growled, pushing the door open The scene inside froze. It looked like a beautiful wedding service if you ignored the fact that the bride was being held in place by two men and her face was filled with loathing. Every man’s torque was glowing red The Puff Rangers moved in so quickly that the priest didn’t even have time to say “What is the meaning of this?” before he was being restrained by two pajama clad men The Bride broke free and ran to a woman in the front row who could have been her sister or her mother, you never knew nowadays Zeke approached the pair and noted the bruising on the bride’s face that cosmetics didn’t quite cover “How long have the transport doors been down?” he asked “About three months, about the same time the men's torques went orange” said the other woman “They have been telling us that they are starting a new society based on an old religion and that we will be much happier once we accept our natural place as subservient to men” she said with disgust “They weren’t getting anywhere so they held a meeting and voted in a new “law” saying that their was no such thing as spousal rape and started planning the “weddings”. I was the first and he had to force me to even come in the building” The bride said angrily “Do you mind?” Zeke said gently reaching for her chin She shook her head no and he gently turned her face to the light, there was a lot of barely concealed bruising Tommy had been watching and he mentally activated a protocol that started getting things ready “They were all getting abusive because none of us would comply” the other woman said and Zeke decided she was mother and not sister All the other women nodded Out in the town square the public transport door activated and started glowing a gentle green “Ladies.” Tommy said raising his voice slightly “The transport door in the square is active and it will take you to a medical facility where you will be checked for injury. If you feel up to it there will be people there to get your full stories. Counseling sessions will be set up and I am afraid these are mandatory until your councilor heels you no longer need them. All the counselors are female and have been in practice for decades, We assembled the best in the world for you” This protocol was always kept in place and could handle much larger groups of victims if it needed to. Just because it had been over 30 years since it had last been activated did not mean it was scrapped. They even held yearly drills to keep the people involved sharp “Thank you” the bride said to Tommy and Zeke as the security forces led them out “You can’t leave! You are my wife! It’s your duty to serve me and submit!” The groom yelled angrily as the bride ignored him and walked out He looked at Zeke and Tommy since they seemed to be in charge, seething in anger “You have no authority here! This village is an independent nation!” he spat at them “Ummm Calvin, we have not actually gotten around to declaring that, no one wanted to fill out the form because they are so long so we put it off” one of the other men said “Shut up you idiot!” the priest snapped “Sorry brother Alvin” The man said sounding abashed The groom and the priest looked very similar. Tommy accessed their tongues and found that they were both 20 years old and twins They were beautiful men. He had to admit that. They were tall, muscular, smooth, light blond hair and vivid blue eyes. Calvin had hair the fell on his shoulders an a few inches down his back while Alvin's hair was shorth and that was about the only difference between them “I’ve got Calvin and Tommy has already claimed the priest. PIPE layers make sure they get the gift they deserve and if you Rangers want to throw a few loads in feel free, any load will do once a PIPE layer has knocked them up and taken control of them. These men have some punishment coming beyond just being fucked back into compliance” Zeke said “Strip them” Zeke said and the soldiers holding the blond twins ripped the clothes off them They both had really nice bubble butts and cocks that were on the small side of average “It figures” Zeke thought as he walked up to stand before Calvin ‘This is going to be fun” Zeke said rubbing his cock through his pants and eyeing the naked and very angry man appreciatively "I hope you are a virgin. I love pozzing virgins who think they are straight" They bent the two over the altar in the makeshift church and tied their hands behind their back as the two struggled and yelled protests to no avail "Just shut up and take your fucking" One of the Puff Ranger holding Calvin down said "When he;s done with you I'm going to ass a load or two my self. It's going to take days to fuck you back into compliance" Zeke and Tommy stepped up behind the law breakers, dropped their pants and moved their cocks to those unprotected neg holes. The HIV in their cocks and balls was no tame Angel Strain, but normal HIV. It was a deterrent after all. As long as these men stayed in compliance it would never progress Neither was gentle as they shoved in and their victims bellowed in pain “That’s right bitch, scream! I want this to hurt! I never want you to forget this moment! The things are trying to resurrect here are abhorrent! Fascisms? Racism? Misogyny? It has taken centuries for society to burry those things and you want to bring them back?” Tommy snarled as he forced his thick, eight inch, poz cock about halfway into what he realized was a virgin ass “We will rise up and return control of the world to White Men as God always intended! The other races will be subjugated and women will be put in their place!” the defrocked priest snarled through his pain “Wrong answer bitch!” Tommy growled as he rammed the rest of his cock in making Brother Alvin scream again Zeke was no gentler and he had two more inches of poz cock to work with than Tommy did He managed to get in balls deep on the first trust and immediately started brutally slam fucking the abusive fuck beneath him “You think it makes you a man to hit a women huh? You think it makes up for that little cock of yours? You were born to be another man’s cum dump and that’s what I am going to make you, you pathetic tiny cocked bully! How does feel being the weaker one now? Not so good? Maybe think about that next time you decide to his someone weaker than you” he snarled into Calvin’s face as he slid in and out fast. his huge balls slapping the much smaller balls of this bully boy “You know I have HIV and that I’m going to infect you with it. You studied the AIDS epidemic in history. It’s requited curriculum, so you know what it can do to you if you don’t stay in compliance after this. I enjoy pozzing stupid men like you, who open themselves up to it. I have pozzed more men than you can imagine and I’m going to add you to the list and there is not a damn thing you can do about it” Zeke said as he picked up the pace He looked up at Tommy across the altar from him and nodded, they drug that first fuck out making both of those neg holes raw. The torques would guarantee infection on the first load but they wanted to make these two bastards hurt Finally Zeke and Tommy came together timing it perfectly, filling those more than receptive neg asses with virus . The red torques beneath them briefly flashed green acknowledging the load and they both said “I claim you” taking total control of these two who thought they could tear down the world Tommy and Zeke had spent 1000 years building together *********************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Appropriate Punishments Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Been almost a year since I scored some T so of course I decided to write! As always, sorry for never finishing my previous stories. *The narrator has no name for now, can't think of anything. *Please do suggest / leave feedback I never thought it would come to this. From the mirror across the room I catch myself thrusting onto this recently graduated twink who will soon have his life changed forever. I’d be lying if I say that I don’t see myself in him. Like him, I was clean cut, preppy, & skinny. Like him, I was insecure and felt constricted with the way I lead my life. A decade that felt like a life time. Now, it was a different person in the reflection. The reflection told transformation. Starting from the top with my head ,a faded buzz cut and a septum piercing with some stubble. A chain necklace with a padlock encircled my neck. No longer was my collarbone visible like this twink, it hid under the dense shoulder that flowed onto my broad pecs. Both nipples are pierced, shining slightly among my bushy chest. Arms were thick in volume with both forearms and biceps contoured. I had my left arm locked over the twinks shoulder and the right one locked onto his hips, overpowering him from moving any further. I maintained a pace to not come quick. I like to build up the precum and slowly fill whoever’s ass I’m breeding. My round and firm butt cheeks protruded at every thrust I made. I’ve always had a bubble butt even before taking the gym seriously. It was one of the reasons why I ended up on this path, starting out as the ideal cumdump to slowly building my rank as an initiator. As for the rest of my body, I treated it equally since pumping iron is an important practice when you are a part of Samael’s Brotherhood. Another was to be branded, or in formal term, insignia imprinting. Behind my neck, a burnt scar of an inverted pentagram sized no bigger than a coin etched onto my skin. Below it, curved to encircle the pentagram was a tattoo in Latin that reads, Sanguis meus tibi. My blood is for you Further down, reaching the waist is a tramp stamp displaying a pair of scorpions pointing its sting to each other. Of course, the pièce de résistance is in the front, just below the navel. A standard biohazard tattoo. Both tattoo and branding are obligatory to have if you’re in the brotherhood. Still gazing into the mirror with the sight of me plowing this twink whose name I now remember as Brandon, I felt grateful for turning out this way. It was fate that I joined the brotherhood. If anything, I envy Brandon. To discover and appreciate the brotherhood for the first time again. There he was, bouncing on my 6 inch cock relentlessly with his wide glossy puppy eyes, close to being fully spun. He usually smokes but I chose to give a bootybump instead since the inhibition released is far more drastic than smoking. It sends you to a wild state of surrender that’s only necessary if one wants to be a part of the brotherhood. Brandon had clearly crossed that wild line, mumbling incoherently at times but still lucid. Every 8-10 minutes he would ask if I had come, begging for my potent load when the response was negative (hah). If he wasn’t asking or begging, he would be moaning in deep heavy breaths that would drive me closer to reaching the point of no return. Hence why I try to control my pace. We were both drenched in sweat thanks to the T. It had been more than an hour since I started plowing him. Neither of us were tired in the slightest as we were in sync. Brandon’s slender smooth figure made the fuck effortless as I barely felt any of his weight. I still had my arms locked around him with my head right behind his, whispering how well he was doing and how lucky he was that it was my seed. Even after an hour, his ass was still tight. Clearly a good sign that this is where he belongs. This was also the first time I’ve met Brandon. He’s the 3rd member I’ve initiated and was vetted before hand by the newer members. At 24, he’s now the youngest after me to have joined the brotherhood. Once it’s official, with Brandon we would be 52 brothers. It was 28 when I joined 10 years ago. Expanding isn’t a priority as Samael had founded the Brotherhood as a way for nihilistic gay men that share certain interests to bond for life. Most of the time, one does not seek the brotherhood, rather it seeks you. The first time I was introduced to the brotherhood, I was spun at a bath house taking loads while I was still on prep. I was bout to get my 13th load. My breeder started to speak midway. He was impressed with my ass, kneading it with both hands and gripping onto my waist. He then asked if I thought it was necessary to continue taking prep. How did he even know I was on it? I didn’t say anything. “Do you know how liberating it is? To be connected in a sick twisted way with pleasure being the sole purpose?” I was lucky to have Samael himself make the proposition. At 6’2, he was fit and lean yet his veins popped out and his face looked hollow at certain angles. He looked good at 50 whereas I was 5’10, lanky and just turned 26. It was from him that I learnt to take my time when it comes to breeding. Samael took his time to explain to me in detail of the brotherhood. Somehow, his words mixed with the effect of the T convinced me to seek out further. The timing too couldn’t be better as I was the last few members that were initiated through a gangbang. I still remember that night. I had been strapped onto a fuck bench for the entire night in a leather jock. I was taking my 17th charged load. I had been off Prep for 2 months. My forehead was dropping bullets of sweat, obviously spun from my first booty bump. Samael approached to kneel and craddle my head to tell me how proud he was that I was committing myself to it. I could only nod in my inebriated state as I hear my breeder moaned for the 3rd time before collapsing his weight on me to ask if I felt his warm toxic babies. I was in ecstasy by what was said because despite being incapable of speech, I truly did feel the warmth of his load jetting into me, rope by rope. The sensation had put me on a different dimension. There was also another breeder who was telling me how being poz is starting a new life and that I wouldn’t miss my neg days, how he hopes that its his load that’s going to seal the deal. Even with my limp dick, he successfully jacked me off to feed my supposed last neg load. I don’t remember everything from that night in detail but the highlights are definitely ingrained in my memory. I got branded the same week and booked the tattoo appointment the day the results came out. Although it seems hedonistic, there is a guide or fundamental tenets as Samael puts it. Out of 10, one of them was the importance of physical exercise. It took me a while to get used to the gym but the more I went, the better I felt. It was also good for cruising. I’d get loaded up in the shower when it wasn’t busy or blow some DL guys in the parking lot. A side effect of joining the brotherhood, which I see as a good thing is how raunchier I became. Before, I would cruise in the forest but never in the gym. Now, even in the washrooms I would linger and wait. Something bout sucking cocks that have an after taste of piss turned me on. When one of my brothers and I gym together, we would lick each others pit off to savour the sweat before fucking in the shower together. I became piggier and less inhibited, even while sober. My brothers tell me to embrace this newfound tendency and to never be ashamed. With Brandon, I wasn’t sure how he was. He had already smoked T when I found him on all four. I started to rim him first to gage how sensitive he was. Apart from the low exhalations, he seemed to be someone who’s in control. I took the liberty to ask him yes/no questions while he was sucking my cock. So far he does have a pig side to him that you wouldn’t tell. He nodded ok to piss, ok to pits, sweat, the usuals. To truly test how far he can go, I made him a booty bump after he was done sucking. That was when the party had actually started. Back to how we were still fucking doggie style and Brandon’s out of his mind, I proceeded to ask him why he wants to join the brotherhood…

I had to go into the office today... on the way home I stopped at the ABS and got on a location based app. A guy met me there in the booths and I took a couple loads off him. Then I went to the theater and there was a guy topping another bottom who was on a futon at the back. I got face down ass up on another futuon and when the top was finished with the other guy he came over and pumped another load into me. I know 3 loads is nothing compared to a lot of people but for me this was a pretty good day at the bookstore!

I (and others) have speculated here that the current Supreme Court is hostile to the same-sex marriage right recognized in the Obergefell case, and more specifically, I've pointed out that the Court doesn't have to outright overturn Obergefell to render much of it meaningless. We got a hint of that this week in an unrelated case, Department of State v. Munoz. In Munoz, the Court held that while Munoz (a female American citizen) has a right to be married to her spouse, an El Salvadoran named Luis Ascensio-Cordero, that does not give her the right to live with him in the United States if the State Department refuses to give him a visa to enter the country. Moreover, the State Department wouldn't even provide a reason to the couple as to why he was ineligible for a visa. And of course, if you don't know WHY the visa was declined, it's a lot harder to challenge the refusal in court; in fact, under ordinary circumstances, the decisions of an executive official to grant or deny a visa is final and unreviewable in court. In essence, the Court applied a precedent known as Gluckberg, which protects citizens from infringements on their fundamental liberties when that liberty is not explicitly spelled out (as, for example, the right to freedom of speech is). Under the Gluckberg test, the person must assert a specific fundamental liberty interest, and then demonstrate that said interest is "deeply rooted in this nation's history." Here, the Court said that the liberty interest being asserted was not marriage per se, but "the right of a citizen to have her non-citizen spouse enter and remain in the United States" - and that, the Court held, was not a liberty deeply rooted in history. So: let's say a president is elected who's hostile to gay rights, and appoints a Secretary of State who, in turn, directs his visa-granting officials to reject applicants who are same-sex spouses of citizens. That decision is unreviewable unless a fundamental liberty interest is involved, and this Court has just told us that there's no fundamental liberty interest involved in a non-citizen spouse being admitted to live in the US because it's not deeply rooted in history. Certainly, in that case, same-sex marriage (which has only been a thing for less than a dozen years, under the federal government) is not deeply rooted in our history either. Then - imagine all the other ways in which marriage ordinarily grants certain rights and privileges and liberties - and imagine for how many of them this Court could say "Well, extending THOSE to same-sex couples isn't rooted in our history, even if we have to let them marry; same-sex couples aren't entitled to X or Y or Z" and see how quickly same-sex marriage is gutted even without repealing it, much as how Roe was hollowed out long before it was actually overturned.

Tommo grabbed Dave's hair and pulled him away from his face. He could only grin as he looked at the young lad's face. He was lost in horniness. Niall spoke up, "Time for another round of this I'd say" he said handing the lighter and pipe to Dave. "Take another few hits there man". Like a good apprentice Dave followed the instruction taking three big hits. The tingling ran all through his body and he was feeling so horny. He passed the pipe to Tommo and, without thinking starting reaching down into his boxers to wank himself off. Tommo didn't bother taking a hit, he was more interested in what the young lad in front of him was at, "Ha, good idea there, what you reckon Niall?" Niall smiled at Tommo and both men stood and removed their underwear revealing two semi swollen cocks that were only getting bigger. The young apprentice couldn't believe what was going on. At the back of his mind this seemed wierd to say the least but the alcohol and drugs had lowered his inhibitions to the point that he simply didn't care. He was horny, his buddies were horny. Niall's cock was lovely, natural even, uncut nice girth, about 7.5inches (same as me, he thought), nice bush of pubes. Tommo's was longer he noticed. 8 or 9 inches he guessed, slimmer than his own and Niall's but cut and completely devoid of hair. Dave was rejoined by both men on the couch as they started wanking and chatting as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Tommo sat on Dave's right, placing his left arm behind the younger lad's head while slowly stroking his meat with his right. "Everything alright there lad?" He asked, noticing a slightly crest fallen Dave still with his hand inside his own boxers. "Fuck sake, can't seem to get properly hard", the apprentice blurted out. "Ah", Niall began, "that can happen with T lad, gives ya the mood but not the horn. Don't stress bud, give it time, relax, we can help sort ya" he finished his reassurance with one of his trademark winks that got Dave flustered. "I've an idea" Niall said, grabbing Dave by the hand and leading him out of the sitting room. The 19 year old followed his mentor into a guest bathroom. "Sometimes a good shower helps, ya know just clean yourself down and out" Niall explained to his apprentice who was only half comprehending what he was hearing. "Lose the boxers and step in there" said Niall, in strange, half commanding tone Dave recognised from work. He did as instructed, followed by Niall who switched on the shower and toyed with the temperature. Still in the fog of T, Dave was puzzled, the nozzle was an odd one he'd not seen before, "that some fancy yoke?" he asked. Niall just laughed to himself, "No lad, it's not for your head, it's for your ass". Dave seemed to sober up quickly hearing this, "what?!". "Don't worry kid, it won't hurt. It'll help clear ya out a bit. I did it earlier myself, so did Tom when he freshened up earlier". Niall explained to Dave about how the nozzle would spray water into him, how to hold it and sit over the toilet to realease. Dave was dubious, he felt like he should go, but Niall was so calm and matter of fact, besides, as Niall had explained, the clearout apparently helped with getting hard. For the next while Niall helped guide Dave through the process, eventually proving successful with a stream of clear water flowing from the younger lad. "Well, how do ya feel?" Niall asked the teen, "Good yeah, think it worked, feels like I'm sobered up a bit." said Dave, rubbing his hole, not quite believing what he had just done. "Ha, yeah kid, it's a life saver" Niall responded as he changed the shower head, "c'mon, we both need a rinse after that" motioning Dave to join him in the shower. The shower seemed to relax both men, they chatted as they washed, the occasional friendly grab or slap of an ass cheek. Just like the showers after training or a match Dave thought to himself. As they dried off Dave felt refreshed, it was as if he'd just woken from a great sleep. When they returned to the sitting room the two found Tommo had switched the TV to porn. On screen, two muscle bears were spit-roasting a cute blonde who's tits were bouncing around. Dave was mesmerised. "Fuck sake, I thought you two were gone out for the night" joked Tommo, "right" he continued, "I'm gonna have a quick refresh myself" passing the other two for a shower. It wasn't long before Tommo came back to find Naill and Dave chatting as porn still played in the background. "Fuck lads, things are dying here, better change it" he declared as he refilled the pipe and lit it up. For the next few minutes the lads took turns taking hits, shotgunning and having a laugh. "How long since we had the cans?" Niall asked, "a few hours" responded Tom with a knowing smile. With that Niall went to the fridge, took out a bottle of coke, a jar of clear liquid and a syringe. Dave watched as Niall put an amount of the clear liquid into a glass for each and filled them with coke. "Here, down this, it's fantastic with the T" Niall explained as Dave took the glass and along with the other two men downed it in one. "Fuck that's rotten" the young man said. Tommo quickly took a hit from the pipe and pulled Dave in for a shot gun before once again slipping in his tongue. Dave was feeling very relaxed and loving the feeling of Tommo's stubble against him. He was loving how good this felt as Tom slowly led him onto the floor with Dave lying on top. As they kissed slowly, both enjoying each other, Dave felt Niall's hands massage his calves. He was loving it as hands slowly but surely made their way to his ass cheeks. He was so horny, he could feel Tommo's boner growing underneath him, when suddenly he was shocked back to reality. His cheeks were spread and a tounge was licking his hole.

You nailed my husband. I knew him for six months before we hooked-up; I had no idea what a dirty slut he was nor did I know how thoroughly uninhibited he was before that. I already knew he was a warm and interesting person; I also knew his body would rival any on a fitness magazine from seeing him clothed for six months. When he surprised me by propositioning me and then surprised me in ways I’d never contemplated I was completely his; heart and soul. Fortunately for me the love-strike that bowled me over went both ways; he said he’d expected a “reasonably competent fuck” and nothing more but got “so much more that it hit {him} like a lightning bolt.” It’s only ever happened once; but @Blkmuscbreeder and I twinned in that preference.

I’m currently on holiday in Gran Canaria and only discovered the sex clubs till now! I visited one late last night when my friends were asleep. The minute I walked in I could smell sex in the air, I quickly undressed and entered the dark labyrinth and saw about 6 guys fucking two hot bottoms. I walked past and felt the one bottom’s ass and it was so wet, I had to slide in and feel it! I ended up fucking him with 3 other guys, then moved on to another areas where a short Latin guy came up to me, starting sucking me then turned around and guided my cock into his beautiful peachy ass. I was in heaven, fucked his wet ass and could feel previous loads leaking out, which drove me over the edge and I came deep inside him. I don’t do drugs, but all the sex and sexual male energy gave me such a high that I was a walking hardon! All I wanted to do was fuck like an animal. I fucked about 5 guys and the last one was part of a couple; the bttm was a tall blonde muscle guy, his bf the opposite with dark hair, the blonde was on his back, his big legs open for guys to just fuck him. It was so hot watching this big guy spreading his legs with his wet hole available for anyone, his bf pulled me closer and asked me if I want to breed his bf. I said yes, he then lead my cock to his hole and I slid in, it was so wet and warm and loose! I couldn’t believe how great it felt fucking this man. The three of us kissed insatiably then suddenly his bf pulled my cock out and said to the darker bf he needs to feel my cock! Before I knew it, the darker one put himself between us and just took my cock into his wet hole. It was so horny and carnal, fucking him deep then he asked me to cum…. I came deep in him, he pulled me out and put my wet cock into his bf’s hole. He then squated over the bf and he fed him my load. I was on such a sex high, the first ever feeling of this kind in my life! What have I been missing out! When I’m back in London, I will be looking into the sex club scene - any tips guys?

1. The standard for a court finding the defaming a public figure is much harder to meet than for an ordinary person. 2. Not everyone who is actually defamed feels the need to rush to court and file suit to defend his reputation, especially from a crackpot nutcase like RFK Jr. 3. Defamation requires making a false statement about someone, and opinions are, by definition, neither true nor false. I could say "X person, in my opinion, is a traitor who deserves to be shot" and that, being my opinion, is completely un-actionable. If I said "X person stole $100,000 from me" and he did not, in fact, steal that from me, that WOULD be actionable.

My Playroom—August, 2023 The first Wednesday of the month Kieran was back in the playroom. I’d met him in the bookstore where his oral talents were on display. He’d come to the playroom once before for a good pounding. (Here is a link to his first adventure in the sling: Like I’m In Some Damn Porn Flick). I knew that Wednesday was his ‘alone’ day so I was pretty sure I’d hear from him at the top of the week. I did. And now, here he was on my doorstep. “I don’t have too long. I think the wife’s home earlier today.” He was eager to get downstairs. I sent him down to strip and I did the same up in my bedroom. I went down and sat on the bed, naked but for a jock and boots… He looks good—thickly built with that long beard. I stand up and he takes my place. He reaches for the waistband of the jock and pulls me towards him. I can feel his hot breath through the fabric. He inhales deeply and then moves the stained pouch to the side. His hot tongue goes to my balls. He licks them, as we both watch my cock grow from plumped to fully erect. He ignores my dripping dick and just continues coating my hairy balls with his saliva. Finally, he goes for my cock. He takes half of it on the first go. Then all the way down, my wet balls slapping into his full mountain man beard. He gags, to his delight, and pulls off me. He slurps the deep throat spit off my cock shaft and then does it again. We spend a long time here. Kieran loves anal sex, but he is a cocksucker at heart. And a great one. I let him go back to my balls, getting them just as wet again. He lifts them and cranes his head around so he can lick my perinium. Then it’s back to my cock. He concentrates on just the precumming head at first—but soon he can’t stop himself from taking me to the root, over and over. “Let me eat your ass. I want it as wet as my cock is right now.” He goes to the bench without my telling him. He gets in place. I kneel and eat his very hairy ass crack which is spread wide by him kneeling there. I tongue drill his hole. It flowers open as he begins moaning in time to my tongue thrusts. I add lube to the spit covering my cock. I stand up and slowly slide in. I stop about halfway and let him adjust to the stretch. His hole tightens for a moment and then relaxes. I ease the rest of the way in. He pants—and I begin to fuck. Long and leisurely strokes. “Damn, that feels good,” he groans. I continue at this speed for a bit, before picking up the tempo. Soon my hips are slapping full strength into his full and hairy butt cheeks. I pull out. I don’t remember if he does ATM or not. But he swivels his head around, expecting me to bring it to him. I do and he licks my cock clean of all his ass juices. I go back and fuck him one more time. I know his knees are not the best—and though the padded bench seems to be working for him, I suggest the sling, so he can get on his back. He jumps in. Literally as the sling is set high for my long legs. He reclines and I get his ankles in the stirrups. I kneel and rim his well fucked hole. It is just showing the slightest signs of gaping. I want to make that happen. I stand up and fuck. Hard. The sling rocks and Kieran moans out his pleasure. I stop and pull out abruptly tasting my handiwork. I rim—and then fuck him again. I go back to exploring his open pucker with my tongue. Again, he groans and tell me I can do anything to him. I grab the medium sized black butt plug. I lube it up and push it into his well-used manhole. He is surprised—but loves the stretch. I beat the on base of the toy. His hole ass spasms. I work out the toy and replace it with my dick once again, fucking him hard and fast… * We take a break from all the fucking. Kieran is by nature more of a cocksucker. And such a good one. We stretch out on the bed and in moments, he has moved around so he can suck my cock. He is doing repeated deep throating of me. The angle is not quite as good as before, so I suggest he lick my balls again. He does—and I jerk my dick without really thinking about it. Eventually his tongue works up my shaft again. He swallows me down. We’ve found the right angle again. He takes me down repeatedly. Often choking himself. He coats my cock with his deep throat spittle and then cleans it all up. Again and again. I suddenly feel my balls pull up. I can’t quite believe I’m going to shoot in his mouth and not his ass. But I am so close, I just go with it. I groan—and he instantly senses what is happening. He takes just the head in his mouth and his thick fingers wrap around the rest of the shaft. His hand barely moves—but the pressure is great. His tongue is relentless in it’s moving over my cock head and into my piss slit. “Fuck!” I am still surprised—even at the moment when I start spurting into his mouth. Blast after blast, his tongue swirls it away, swallowing my seed. I will myself to just him drain me, no matter how super sensitive I get. I can’t seem to stop spurting, but of course I do. He finishes the clean-up, pulls off my dick and grins. “That was better than at the bookstore!” I smile. And he’s in great time to get home before the wife… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Mouth and Ass...and Mouth (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 27, 2023

Yeah, I went to Gran Canaria for the first time this year. Had an absolutely fabulous time. So much sex to be had in every club and back room. It definitely rivaled Berlin or Paris. I’m looking forward to going back!

EPILOGUE I broke up with Jake as soon as he returned. I didn’t tell him why, and didn’t confront him about the investigator he had hired. It was enough that I was embarking on this path for myself, I didn’t need to make things any messier with him than was necessary. I hoped we could remain friends. I got sick a few weeks later, and was never as happy to nurse a flu as I was with that one. A week after that, I was cruising online and saw a photo on a profile that looked familiar. As I clicked on it, I knew I recognized the tattoos and the body of the man in the picture - it was the PI! I looked at his profile, and saw that he was really into fantasy and role play, loved detailed scenes. I hadn't taken him for that type of guy. I chatted him up. Me: Hey. Those tats are familiar - saw them between my legs a few weeks ago. Just now getting over that nasty flu. Him: Sweet, buddy. How’s the boyfriend? Me: Oh, I broke it off with him. I knew I needed something else. I didn’t tell him about our encounter, or even that I knew he had hired you. Him: Oh good thinking, because he would have been very confused. My: Confused? Why? Him: Because he has no idea who I am. He never hired me. I just saw you online at all the same sites I like to go to. I'm a bit of a hacker, you see, and I knew what you needed more than you knew yourself. So I made it happen. I fulfilled every one of your fantasies, Joey. END

“Joey, I know there’s another site you have been visiting more and more lately. I know what’s in your heart right now. And I want to show you something.” He lifted up his tshirt. Fuck, how had I still not noticed he was wearing a shirt? That cock was doing so much for me I didn’t realize it was still on. As he pulled the hem of his shirt higher, some ink emerged on his stomach. As he raised it slowly, I started to make it out. The familiar biohazard tattoo was revealed before my eyes on the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and his bare cock was buried deep in my ass. My hole involuntarily twitched and I felt him throb inside me. He continued to raise his shirt, revealing a scorpion tattoo on his right pec. He must have seen the flash of fear in my eyes, even while I was unable to take my eyes off the ink on his incredible body. “Tell me what you want, Joey.” I didn't think, I simply reacted. I reached down and placed my hand on his stomach. I traced the outline of the biohazard tattoo. I caressed it, my dick leaked on my belly as I studied its form, and recognized the consequences of what I was about to do. I looked over at the mirror, and saw myself with my legs spread, a beefy hunk between them, fucking me in the bed I share with my lover. I looked in my own eyes, and I recognized the hunger, the need. I knew there was no fighting it. I didn’t want to fight it. In that moment, I knew. I knew it was who I was. Who I am. “I want you to breed me. I want you to fuck my ass with your bare dick until you shoot your toxic load into my guts. I hope my ass is so wrecked from what you’ve done to me so far that your disease immediately seeps into my system and converts me. I want you to POZ me. PLEASE POZ ME!!” And with that, he pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in violently, making me scream with pain and pleasure. I was grabbing at his ass, pulling him as deeply into me as I could, so insane with lust. My hand never left his belly, as I stroked and gave his tattoo the special place in this moment that it deserved. I touched it, stroked it, brought my fingers to my lips and kissed them before placing them back on his tattoo. My fetish. My fantasy. Now my reality. I wanted nothing more than to feel him shoot his cum inside me so deep, for it to invade every cell in my body. I wanted him to be in me, forever. He pounded and grunted and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, until he told me he was ready to shoot. “Please. PLEASE! Shoot it in me. Give me your cum. Give me your disease! I want you to infect me! I want you to change me, to impact the rest of my life.” I squeezed my hole for all it was worth, desperately needing to milk his death seed, to feel the transfer of the bug from his body to mine. And with that, I felt a warmth spread inside me, deeper than it ever had with Jake. Physically deeper, yes. But also a knowledge that something had fundamentally changed for me. I had finally realized the fantasy I had held for so long. And in that moment, it was clear to me that I was a new man, one who could finally follow his dreams and be honest about his true nature. The man unloading ropes and ropes of toxic seed into my bowels was altering my life forever. And I loved him for it. I would never be the same.

The strange man had been following me for blocks. I first noticed him when I came out of the coffee shop - I always notice a good looking guy on the street, and this one was right up my alley. Mid-40s, solid muscular build, scruffy facial hair. Nothing like my boyfriend, who is in his late 20s, smooth and athletic. Very hot, but very different from the man on the street. I saw him look away when I made eye contact with him, and didn’t think much of it as I turned and walked down the street. It was only when I came out of the convenience store a few minutes later and saw him a few doors down, pretending to be reading the paper, that I thought something was up. I kept walking, my gym bag slung over my shoulder, trying to shake the thought that he was actually following me. It’s not that it’s so unusual for men to notice me on the street - I’m good looking, 32, 6’1 180, with a very good body. So maybe this guy really was cruising me, only he’s a bit more shy than your average gawker. I was kind of excited by the prospect of being stalked like this, but I had plans for the gym, so I walked on. I glanced back several times, and saw he was still there - I was sure he was following me now, and I wanted to find out his intentions. I turned a corner and sped along half a block and ducked into an alley. I allowed enough time for him to get close, and then emerged from my hiding spot, practically running into him in the process. “What are you doing, man? Are you following me?” “I’m sorry, Joey. I didn’t want you to find out this way.” “What did you say? How do you know my name?” “Its complicated, Joey. Maybe we should go someplace and chat.” “No, dude. What the fuck? Tell me how you know my name.” “Well, OK. Your boyfriend asked me to find out what you’ve been up to. It seems some of your activities lately have made him suspicious that you may be cheating on him. So he hired me, a Private Investigator, to find out the truth. Now would you like to go someplace and chat?” I nodded, and we found a quiet coffee shop where we could speak privately. *** “So Joey, it seems you got a little careless with your computer, and your boyfriend found some things that made him wonder. What he saw wasn’t conclusive, but he said it fit with a pattern of behavior lately, you being a bit less connected, a bit distracted, maybe not quite as attentive sexually. All that by itself wasn’t enough, but when he saw that you had been browsing craigslist m4m ads when you left it up on your browser, it got him wondering. And he loves you so much, he didn’t want you to be mad if it just turned out to be his own insecurities creating this worst-case scenario, so he hired me to help him find out. And I’ve been doing some research on you for a few weeks now.” “But I never…” “I know, Joey. I know. What I’ve found out is that you have an active fantasy life. You like to browse personal ads, even place some yourself. You like to chat with other guys online, even interacting on the phone and on cam with some. But based on what I’ve observed while I’ve been watching you, I believe you when you assert that you have never cheated.” “Oh, good. So you can just tell him that and we can move on?” “Well Joey, it’s not quite that simple. I promised him I would tell him what I found out about what you’ve been doing. And I think we both know he wouldn’t be very happy to find out about the things you’ve been doing, even if it’s only online. Isn’t that right?” I blushed, and looked away. I know he would be devastated to find out about the things I’ve been fantasizing about, and the fact that I was doing it with random guys online. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach, thinking that this could be the end of my relationship. “So Joey, here’s what I would propose. I think there’s a way we could both get what we wanted from this, and you and your boyfriend could continue on as you have been.” “Really?? How?” “Well Joey, I’ve become quite familiar with your fantasy life lately. And I have to say, I think it would be hot to make it a reality.” “Wait, what?” “You heard me. I think that you’ve been holding back on your desire to act on your fantasies, and the only way to save your relationship and have me tell your boyfriend that you’re not cheating on him, is to actually cheat. With me.”

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Mostly I have refused but earlier this week I made an exception. And I am far from regretting it. I was with the sweetest 21 yr old. Actually my French fuck buddy and I were having a lovely threesome with him. It was such hot intense sex. My buddy left to get some water and the kid and I were deep throat 69ing. I suggested he likely wasn't interested but I'd love for him to fuck me. Lovely 6.5" curved cock. He surprised me and from the look on his face himself by saying, "I actually think I would like to very much." He then proceeded to suit up. I expected his penetration to burn, but neither it nor the great missionary fuck did. I wanted to watch his sweet face. When he pulled out to take a break he pulled the condom off. We cuddled and kissed for a bit and soon were both ready for round 2. He picked up the stretched condom and put it back down. I assured him my last test was good, he said his was as well and pushed on in raw. Fucking amazing!. It was clear we both were enjoying this so much more. Unlike with the condom I got so hard and was soon shooting all over my chest and face. The look on his face was priceless. I always have such an intense orgasm and love cumming while being fucked. He pulled out, jerked off, and sprayed first the right side of my torso, then the left, and then my face. I felt bad for my fuck buddy that I ended up hogging the kids attention, but he assured me he'd loved watching us fuck and ended up cumming himself. He'd never done this before. Take away for me. If they are most comfortable starting with a condom remember 'it's not over 'til the cock orgasms' and a lot can happen before that great climax. Don't misunderstand. I still want it raw from the get go. And I prefer his cum unload deep in my ass.

As a top I'm mostly basing my opinions on bottoms. I have been at this for a lot of years so have met a lot of different personality types. The overwhelming majority I have got along with just fine, at least for the purpose of sex. A few, not at all. I like masculine acting bottoms because well they are kind of what man to man sex is all about. Fem guys are also a big turn on for me, man sex with a feminine twist. Some bottoms are kind of alpha about it which I don't mind as long as they don't get too pushy and most of them are great pieces of ass. Laid back easy going guys are good, the kind who prefers the top to take the lead while they take pleasure in just getting bred. Some bottoms can be real assholes, psychologically speaking, pun not really intended but it works so I'll go with it. Some tend to take the "fag persona" to extremes. Some are "size queens" and can be vocal about it, acting like they are doing you a favor by allowing you to fuck their very special (in their own minds) pussies which are usually only given to real studs with 12 inches or more. I'm above average but I'm not John Holmes so I usually get dressed and tell them they can fuck themselves as I leave. I hooked up with some jerk one time and we went to his place to fuck. We were getting undressed and everything was OK until he spotted my wedding band. "Are you married?" he asks. Yes, I say. "I suppose you are one of those bisexuals" he says with a condescending attitude. I asked what the problem was with that. He said bisexuals were not really into gay sex and usually weren't very good at it because they were just frustrated straights whose wives weren't putting out at home. I didn't bother telling him that I had fucked my rather attractive wife silly the night before and she had sent me out the door to work that morning with a BJ. I got dressed and left, rather pissed at his attitude. I called a fuck buddy and we met for a quickie before I went home. No complaints from him. I used to see the jerk at a local cruising area. I used to get a lot of action there, several of the men I had bred before. The Jerk never seemed to get any action, mostly just walked around by himself in the bushes watching other guys fuck.

I’m poz, other than that the most common for me is gonorrhea, then chlamydia. Caught probably around a dozen times for each. Only gotten syphillis twice. No symptoms, treated pretty early. No Hep C. Maybe other stuff there isn’t a common test for.

I just realised I never did an update, after my sauna visit on Sunday. I went with the usual intention of getting as much raw cock and as many loads in me as possible, but I was very conscious about the latest results of the poll. I got on my knees/showed off my arse wherever possible in the darkroom, against gloryholes, in the steam room, in the sauna and in cubicles. It took a little while for things to happen, but most of the action was in the darkroom and through the glory holes. There was a bit of cubicle interest (I had a blindfold on), but not a lot. I did put number of loads taken on my arse, but that didn't really generate any response. I managed 12 fucks (including a mate of mine who recognised me and thought he'd slip his raw cock in me) and 6 loads. Pretty good really. The ratio of fucks to loads is improving. Here's hoping this Sunday is even better.

Yeah, I've been on that ride too. I was shocked at first (disassociating level of shock) but it ultimately led to us opening our relationship (Ironically, I'd proposed it several times in the early days and got shot down hard). Sound familiar? I started out thinking I'd avoid guys who are cheating for ethical reasons, but at the end of the day there's no way to know what's the truth about someone else's relationship. I ended up deciding their conscience is their responsibility and it wasn't my job to police other people's behavior and that I just didn't have the data to do it effectively. The reality is that where I live about 80% of gay male relationships have some degree of openness (I recall hearing about 50% is the national average). For some men cheating is a kink whether it's real or imagined. I have a couple of regulars who love pumping their load inside me because they know I'm married (and open). After they fuck and impregnate me with their DNA I'll be going home to make dinner for my husband with their fresh seed in my ass. They fucking love that. I also have a guy who is an Alpha breeder in a monogamous relationship and sometimes he needs to cheat to stay with his man. Life is (hopefully) long and it gets complicated fast. I try to access my compassion and avoid judging others.

I don’t mind it if a guy comes quickly, so long as he sticks around for the next couple of sessions. It just means I get more loads.

Drew got the regular crew together on Sunday night - Daddys were Me, Steve and Hamish and the boys Drew, Dwayne and Ryan. Hamish was lying on his back, legs spread with my face in his crotch, I was massaging his balls and sucking on his sweaty cock. At the same time Dwayne had his face buried in my ass licking me out. Before I knew what was happening, Dwayne mounted me and shoved his cock balls deep up my hole. I kept sucking Hamish while Dwayne rode my ass. He grunted and I felt him cum deep in me. He pulled out and I felt Steve's hands on my ass then he presses his dick on my hole and started forcing it into me. I was on my belly so couldn’t resist so he was soon up to his balls in my ass. I always struggle to take Steve’s cock so I like when he takes control and I’ve got no choice. Luckily Steve cums quick so soon he mixed his seed with Dwayne’s load. I was still sucking Hamish when he pulled out and climbed on my back. Hamish has the thickest cock by far and now he was trying to get it in my ass. Glad Steve and Dwayne had plastered my chute so he slid in easy but fuck, I’d never had my hole stretched out so wide. Hamish fucks like a bull and soon he pumped his load in my guts. I had to fuck so I mounted Ryan and was pumping his hole when Drew shoved his cock in me - he said he wanted to fuck his Daddy’s cum-filled hole. We fucked and as soon as I felt Drew’s load hit my ass, I shot my load up Ryan’s hole. At the end wee took turns sucking Ryan’s cock - Drew swallowed his seed.

Near Home—July, 2023 I had had such a good time on the Sunday afternoon at the bookstore, (written up in the last post) I went back at the same time the next week… I sit in my favorite seat on the straight side, against the back wall. The first person through the door is the same older Black man from last week. He grins. He wants more. He unzips and I go to work. He is rampant. I am still sitting and remember that going to my knees gave me a better angle. I do it. But now his cock is softer. He nods and encourages me, but the hardon is diminishing by the minute. He’s flustered and I’m sure is thinking too much about it. We try it with him sitting down—and that’s worse. He zips up and tells he’ll come find me if he can… I sit back down and stroke. A few men come in, look around and leave. A very large Black man, new to me, stays. He sits next to me. He is handsome, bearded and carrying a tremendous amount of extra weight. His eyes are all over my cock. And soon his hand is on it, too. I think back to the massive guy who gave me fabulous head last week. I glance over. This guy is hungry, I can tell. I look away, then: “I want to suck you.” I nod, and stand, thinking that will be easier for him. He grins… And pulls out a condom. He rolls it down my cock. It is black latex and thick. He begins the suck. I can feel literally nothing but the pressure of his lips and thick tongue. I close my eyes. “Are you close?” My eyes open in disbelief, but manage a civil “No.” He sucks some more. “I want you to rip it off and cum all over my face when you are ready. Spray it all over my beard.” I have had enough. My cock isn’t limp—but it is nowhere as hard as when he started. I make my apologies and go to the gay theatre. A white guy, around my age, sits in the cocksucker’s chair. He is short and rather beefy. I sit on a two-person bench against the side wall. We watch the movie. Suddenly he gets up and walks over, sitting down next to me. “I know what you need.” Like a good cock sucking, I think. He reaches and begins to stroke my dick. It’s a pleasant warm-up. No, that is all he’s going to do. He jerks my cock. As he senses that I’m not ready to explode at his mere touch, his grip tightens. He works harder. Now he is squeezing and it hurts. I tell him so. Nicely, I think. He says nothing but I can tell he is offended. He goes off to the arcade. I stroke myself—with more feeling and without the death grip. The door opens and a white man, a good ten years older than I, shuffles in. He makes a beeline for me and sits next to me. His very soft hands feel much better on my cock. Then he bends and kisses the underside of the shaft. He moves, wanting to kneel in front of me. I help him down. And he kisses the shaft again, little butterfly kisses. Over and over. And that is it. Little licks. “Do you want to suck it?” I ask, trying hard not to put any edge in my tone. “I am.” He continues. “Try putting the head in your mouth.” He sighs. He does it and not too well. Here is a man bringing decades of potential skill to my cock—and his damn lips brushing the underside of the shaft is better than him taking me into his mouth. He goes back to what he seemingly does best. I put up with it for a few minutes more—and have suddenly had enough. I thank him and go back to the straight side. Fuming. The same day of the week (and even one of the same people) as last week and it is a total bust this time, anything but the cum sloppy afternoon I had before. I should know better. And then that right person walks in. He is white and somewhere between 35 and 40. He is tall, and slim. His jeans are tight, showing off a glorious ass and rounded bulge in front. He goes right to his knees and sucks my cock expertly. His left hand is opening his jeans as he takes me into his practiced throat. Finally, he comes up for air. Grinning broadly. He stands up. A thick, curved cock swings back and forth. I suck him for a millisecond, before he turns and leans against the back of the bench in front of us. His ass is delectable, mostly smooth with a tangle of hair in the crack. “Eat my butt out…” I don’t wait for a second invitation. He’s tight. My tongue constantly needs to drill into him. “I wish you could fuck, but you’re too big.” I groan but don’t stop worming my way into his hole. The first Black guy comes back in. I don’t know if the sight of sex will help his erection issues—but I can hear a cock being sucked. I lube a finger and use it to help open his hole. He groans and encourages me. I alternate between finger and tongue. Eventually, we try my cock. It fits perfectly. “Oh, fuck, yes!” he chortles. And goes back to the ebony cock in mouth. I fuck. I love seeing him with two dicks in him. It makes my cock drip inside. I keep up a steady pace. “Breed me,” he grunts out. It won’t take much more time. After all the frustration, this is perfect. “Fuck him with that big dick of yours,” says the man in his mouth. He has hardened up, at least some, from the actual porn in front of him. A few more strokes—and I shoot. All the pent-up frustrations of earlier in the afternoon, disappear with each spurt… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: From One Extreme to the Other (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 23, 2023

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Last Thursday I was at Steamworks in chicago it was sort of slow I rented a room and left the door adjar I fell asleep I was awakened when I felt somone playing with my ass All of sudden he climbed on top of me and slid his dick in me He pounded me for maybe 10 min till I hear him moan He then shot a huge load deep in my ass After he pulled out I finally saw hi face A real cute young Latin guy maybe 20 He said he would be back later He was

Last week was amazing. Took serval loads in my hotel room in London. One of the guys was a CD who was a domme and multiple cummer.

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It is usually expected from dominant tops and it is expected from a cumdum. I myself am into this humiliation and it doesn't matter which ass the cock came out of...

Drew had put on a few pounds over Christmas and got a membership for a local gym to work off his excesses. One evening after working out he decided to relax in the sauna after an exhausting workout. There was another guy, there when he came in, so he sat at the other end of the room and rested against the wall. Drew’s eyes began to close through tiredness. "Hmm, nice cock!" the guy said and as he woke Drew from his dozing. Drew’s towel had fallen off and the guy was staring at Drew’s completely naked body. He was in his fifties sporting a scorpion tattoo and was leaning back with his towel open stroking his erect cock! Drew started to stare, it was the first time he had really seen another dick. “I'm sorry," the guy said, "but seeing your naked body just turned me on and I couldn't help myself." Whilst he spoke he never stopped wanking his cock. The guy got up and walked over and stood in front of Drew with his still erect cock pointing skywards. He thrust his hips forward, got his dick right up to Drew’s face and pushed it against his cheek and rubbed it across Drew’s face. “What the Hell are you doing?” Drew exclaimed. But this was a mistake for as he opened his mouth the other guy shoved his cock inside Drew’s mouth. He then let his dick run across Drew’s lips leaving a trail of pre-cum. He plunged his body forward again and his dick once again parted Drew’s lips a little, even as Drew tried to force them shut, and Drew quickly turned his head away. Then he grabbed Drew’s cock and wanked it to full erection. Drew blushed with his dick so aroused even as he struggled against this chunky aggressor. He pushed his foot into Drew’s stomach and Drew gasped as he opened his mouth wide, giving his assaulter the time to push his manhood deep inside him. “Shut it, and suck my dick or you’ll get worse!” the guy warned. Drew tried to turn his head away, but the scorpion guy forced himself forward as more of his dick entered Drew’s mouth. This guy has his dick in Drew mouth and he couldn't manoeuvre away from him. This guy was strong and he wasn't backing off. Then he moved back until his dick pulled back out of Drew’s mouth and was about six inches away from Drew’s face pulsating in the air. It allowed Drew to gasp for air. The guy grabbed the back of Drew’s head with both hands and pulled forward. Drew tried to pull away but his dick was right against his lips. But Drew kept his mouth closed and wouldn't open it, so the guy grabbed his hair with one hand and with his other hand plugged Drew’s nose so he couldn't breathe. Drew tried to pull away, but he couldn't and I found he was running out of breath. "Stop fighting it!," he ordered, "You want my dick in your mouth!." “Just open your fucking mouth and taste what you really want." Drew couldn't struggle much longer. He was getting out of breath and he was too strong for him. So Drew tried to grab a quick breath of air and ended up allowing the man to enter Drew’s mouth with his raging hard cock! He held Drew’s head in place and started to thrust his hips forward and back as he fucked his face. He was moaning and breathing heavily as his dick moved in and out filling Drew’s mouth and throat and then back out just behind his lips. He got a rhythm going and started to pick up speed as Drew struggled to expel his cock. He pushed in harder. "That's it take my cock!," he urged Drew as he kept thrusting in and out of his mouth, Take my dick in your mouth." Each word he emphasized with a powerful thrust of his dick deeper into Drew’s throat. Drew grabbed his hips as he started to succumb to sucking his dick. "That's it, now you're doing it." Drew was being forced to do something that I didn't really want to do, but at the same time he was beginning to enjoy the experience as his cock began to spring to attention. Drew could feel this guy’s cock swelling and he was frightened he was about to cum. He desperately wanted to escape and then thought he had indeed been rescued when the sauna door opened and another member entered. His hopes, however, were immediately dashed, when this new guy said to the other guy. “Hmm, seems like you need some help, Guy, I’ll fetch Ross.” Initially this did bring some respite for Drew as his assaulter, removed his prick from Drew’s mouth, now dripping with pre-cum and dripping off his cock like a long piece of string. “I didn’t want to cum, just yet, I’ve got better plans for you!” The guy who’d interrupted the proceedings, returned with Ross, a much skinnier man, but whose muscles rippled from all the weight-lifting he had done in the gym. Both the new guys dropped their towels and set to work on Drew. With three of them now, Drew stopped trying to fight off his assailants and prepared himself to take their cocks. The second guy shoved his cock where scorpion guy’s cock had just been but a minute before, whereas Ross went down on Drew and sucked Drew’s cock to a tumescent erection. Scorpion guy just seemed to be enjoying the scene of Drew’s further degradation. The guy who was fucking Drew’s face was in his thirties and had a great toned body from his gym work, his cock was raging hard and he looked and sounded as if he wouldn’t last long. His load flowed across Drew’s tongue and filled his mouth with cum. Drew had to swallow as there was so much. Yet some still dribbled down his face. Meanwhile, the other guy was sucking Drew’s cock expertly and Drew felt as if he was, in turn going to blow his load. Drew couldn't believe that he was about to release his cum into another man’s mouth. But it was all too much for him and Drew exploded and the guy sucking my mouth expressed his satisfaction between letting gobs of spunk fall from his mouth, “God that taste’s good!” Was this to be the end of Drew’s ordeal? But, of course, he had forgotten his original assailant and current onlooker the man with the scorpion tattoo. He was stroking his hard cock and growled, "On your knees bitch." He wasn't asking and Drew didn't hesitate to obey. His cock still glistened with pre-cum, but he didn’t at first make use of his erection. Instead he started to finger- fuck Drew. Drew got worried about his intentions. Surely he wasn’t preparing to actually fuck him bare was he? The guy who’d been sucking Drew’s cock, now slammed his cock into Drew’s mouth. “Fuck that bitch's face. Scorpion guy encouraged him",” I think I'm ready to breed him." Without further ado, Drew heard the guy spit and then felt his hard cock forcefully push against Drew’s sphincter. Drew struggled to get out of this. “Hold him down,” he ordered the other two guys. “This guy’s mine for the taking!” He pushed his cock in hard and soon he was all the way into Drew’s virgin arse. “I love breeding tight virgin arse,” he exclaimed. He was clearly highly excited about breeding Drew’s arse and was breathing very heavily and thrusting in and out faster and faster. It was excruciatingly painful for Drew taking a cock for the first time. The other two guys were both encouraging him to breed him real good. They held Drew down firmly, so there was no way Drew could escape from scorpion guy’s fucking. Then with a loud grunt, scorpion guy held his dick in place firmly. Drew realised although he couldn’t feel anything, he must now be pouring his raw semen deep inside. Indeed as he pulled out, Drew could feel spunk running down his bollocks; so much spunk had been shot inside. But there was no rest for Drew, as the thin muscle guy immediately took over and thrust his meat easily into Drew, now lubricated by scorpion’s spunk. Then Drew was horrified by what he heard him tell him. “Take my poz cum too, you faggot!” Drew had just been forced to take loads of poz cum. There was no way Drew could get away and knew he was going to receive another toxic load as this guy picked up speed and ravaged his bottom. Again Drew felt this guy tense up and hold his dick firmly inside him as he spewed his toxic cum inside. As he withdrew, he wiped his prick over Drew’s lips. “Enjoy the taste!” he insisted. The three men then left the sauna, knowing they had taught this newbie how to take dick!

Growing up Alan had always thought his little brother Ben was queer. In what he thought was a generous move he didn’t beat the snot out of the little fairy once he figured it all out. He even kept loving him. Alan thought he was very open minded Their parents seemed to pick up on it too. Ben spent a lot of time in the church counselor's office being told about how God hated gays, for some reason. He was “encouraged” to play sports and his parents refused to let him join things like band or the drama club. He was required to sing in the church choir and was the only person under 30 in it. His mom and dad made him attend every service though Alan was allowed to stop going at 15 “because it was boring” His dad used it as an excuse to stop going as well. Soon it got to the point where even his mom would just drop Ben off, at eight years old, then go to the mall or “some other activities" By the time Alan was 16 both his parents were using the time to have affairs. Alan had two half sisters he knew about from two different women as well as three others his dad had had flings with, who said they had “taken steps” rather than have another kid. Alan guessed he learned to wrap it after that His mom made a two day “shopping trip” to the city but Alan had seen pamphlets for a “planned parenthood” clinic there. Did I mention that both Alan’s parents were staunchly anti-abortion? Go figure These two “pillars of morality” were so concerned that their son might think other boys were cute that they made his life hell “For his own good”. Alan had been a bully and was constantly in trouble at school while Ben never had an issue and got perfect grades. Alan could not remember a day after Ben had turned seven that his parents had not told their younger son “You should be more like your brother” Far from resenting Alan, little Ben had worshiped his big brother almost from the cradle and in those early years Alan had taken care of the toddler more than his mother did. As they grew older it had turned into hero worship. Alan’s bullying never extended to Ben. In fact he would defend his little brother from any harm, threatening several boys Ben’s age who called him a “fag” Alan had never moved out of his parent's house until he had moved in with Warren after the study. To be honest he had trouble keeping a job and the free room and board was helpful When he went out drinking it was always Ben who took care of him the next morning. “He probably just likes seeing me passed out in my underwear” Alan thought when he woke up to find his teenage brother waiting with a sports drink and painkillers. The boy would then jump up and make him breakfast while he showered. He would catch Ben staring at him with “that look” now and then, especially when he was telling a story about how he had busted someone’s mailbox with a bat or when his attitude had gotten him in trouble at work. Ben clearly liked it when Alan as a “bad boy” as his mother fondly called him “Don't be a queer” Alan would tell him when he caught “the look” and Ben would look away trying to hide the embarrassment and hurt The years of “counseling” and mental abuse from his parents had done their work though. As Ben approached his 18th birthday he was the model of a perfect Christian straight boy. He was six foot tall, his hair was blonder than Alan’s but his eyes were the exact same green. His slim frame was well muscled from almost daily workouts and while his features had a more delicate cast to them he was every bit as handsome as Alan “Rolf is going to work wonders with him” Outer thought as he watched their little brother working behind the counter in a local pizza restaurant His cow of a girlfriend, Bertha was the manager. She was older than Alan and “big boned” was the most charitable way to describe her. She just happened to be the daughter of the church counselor and she treated Ben like shit. It was like someone had told her about every one of his weak points and she used them to belittled him. They were engaged and supposes to get married some time next yer Even Inner Ala hated her, His brother could do better than this loud mouthed bitch “Go take your fag brother’s order, The law says we have to serve his kind” She said knowing Alan would hear her. Ben came over as she went into the back they rose and hugged him “It’s good to see you little brother” Outer said as they sat back down “How can you stand that sow?” he asked in a low voice This was how Alan had referred to her since she and Ben’s first date so it was nothing new Ben forced a laugh “She’s not that bad. I’m lucky to have her. She wants to move up the wedding date so she can start having kids” he said though it sounded like rehearsed lines “Mom and Dad are still in shock that you are gay! No one had a clue till that party. They say you are going to hell and so does Bertha and her dad” Ben said “They even talked about having you kidnapped and put into “Therapy” but it’s all just bluster to make them feel better. They know the state banned that kind of thing years ago” he went on though there was in injured look in his eyes Alan remembered the “Special summer camps” his brother had been sent to every year till he was 14 when the state had shut them down “What are you doing for your 18the birthday tomorrow?” Outer asked “I got no plans. I don’t think Mom and Dad even know it’s tomorrow and Bertha can't be bothered” he said “I had to schedule vacation time to get the day off. I have never had to work on a Wednesday since I started here but she changed the schedule the day after I reminded her it was my birthday” Ben replied “Be ready at 8 am. I am taking you to Wet Willy Water Park, We can stay at the Motor Lodge and come back the morning after. Pack your bathing suit and some decent clothes for dinner” Outer told him “Mon and Dad will freak if I go with you! I am not supposed to be talking to you now as it is. What if they throw me out?” Ben said and there was real fear in his voice “Little brother, as of tomorrow you can tell Mom and Dad to go fuck themselves. You will be an adult and they can’t tell you what to do anymore." )8534 told him "Also you are moving in with Warren and I. We only have seven empty bedrooms but I think we can find a place for you. If I have my way those two abusive hypocrites will never get within a mile of you again.” Outer said angrily “ I always protected you from the people outside our house when I should have been protecting you from them as well. I just hope someday you forgive me for not being the big brother you needed” Outer said with so much heartfelt emotion Inner was surprised He was also surprised that they were in total agreement. They would protect Ben from anyone ‘Even Warren?” Inner asked “Even Warren, though on this issue I think you will find you misjudge him” Outer thought back “Really?” Ben asked “I move in with you guys?” he sounded hopeful, even eager to get away from his parents “I have already talked to Warren about it and a room with its own bath is waiting for you. I promise you will always taken care of you” Outer said again surprising Inner “Awwww the little queer is going to go live with the two rich fags” Bertha said, She had walked up behind them while they talked “Just think what everyone in the church will think! You need to get down on your knees and pray that God will fix you like he fixed Ben here, Alan!” “I’m calling your parents and my father if you don’t show up at his office for another counseling session first thing in the morning and I will check! First thing!” and she marched back behind the counter glaring at them, They both knew she would have already been on the phone if everyone in town didn’t know that “Mom and Dad” turned their phones off every Tuesday afternoon when they went to see their current flings. They both snuck home some time in the middle of the day on Wednesdays and acted like nothing had happened as the neighbors turned a blind eye. It would be to late by the time they checked their messages Outer had an idea “Since you are home alone tonight why don’t you pack your things? We can drop them off at the estate on our way out of town” he said grinning at Bertha as she ground her teeth knowing there was not a thing she could do. No one knew who the latest flings were “You are really sure I can move in with you?” Ben whispered almost in wonder “I’d take you home tonight if you were not still a minor today” Outer said smiling warmly Inner was conflicted that night. He didn't pay the slightest bit of attention as Warren fucked his body while his body fucked Freddy. For once Outer did not force him to pay attention Did he really want his brother, who he now realized was probably the best person he knew, to live a life of misery married to Bertha? He knew she would pump put children to keep him tied down and control him. Was it worth it just to convince the world he was straight? The alternative was for him to end up a slut like Freddy though. Pozzed and serving Warren’s lust, Dragged down into a life of perversion and depravity… his thoughts went round and round all night The next morning right at 8 am Outer pulled up in front of the house Alan had grown up in, The front door opened and Ben stepped out, He had a duffle bag over his shoulder and carried a box which he set on the front step and went back inside for another. Outer walked up and said “Happy birthday little brother” as he picked up the first box and they put them in the trunk “Why so little?” Outer asked as they fastened their seat belts “I only took things I paid for. I even left my laptop. I reset it to factory settings and deleted all the files after I sent what I needed to the cloud. Good thing I have been buying my own clothes for the past year and I pay for my own phone. I did take my birth certificate and other personal documents though” “Smart thinking” Outer complimented him. After a brief stop at the estate they were on the road and by 10 am they were checked in to the Motor Lodge and at the front gates of the water park. In the locker room they changed into swim trunks. Outer’s left very little to the imagination and as they romped through the park he caught Ben checking his bulge out and smiled They were thoroughly waterlogged by 2 and headed back to their hotel grabbing lunch on the way Outer took his shower first and then while Ben took his turn he slipped into a pair of underwear. The same cut and brand Alan used to wear when he would pass out drunk. The difference was that he was fully awake as he lay on the bed and he was rubbing his bulge gently when his brother came through the food drying his hair Ben stopped, eyes wide and mouth open “You going to come get your birthday gift?” Outer said in a low sexy voice. “It’s right here” He said squeezing the bulge and running a finger down the length as a wet spot appeared at the tip Ben started to shake and tears ran down his face “Please don’t do this Alan” Outer was out of the bed with his arms around Ben in a second “What’s wrong Baby Brother? I thought you wanted this” He guided Ben to the bed and sat next to him still holding him “I do, so much” Ben whispered brokenly “But I can’t have you just once and then go back to the life I’m supposed to lead. I already know I will hate my life eventually. So please don’t make it worse by giving me one taste of what I can never have again. It’s not just sex. I’ve been n love with you since I was about three. If I can’t have your love the sane way I love you, I’d rather have nothing” “Who says you can’t?” Outer said “You have Warren” Ben said somewhat resentfully “And one of the first things I told Warren when we talked alone is that I have been in love with you since the first time Mom let me hold you as a baby.” Outer said and Inner could feel that he meant it but those were his feelings…? Ben just looked at him like he was afraid to hope “One of the greatest gifts Warren gave me was the ability to put my ego driven need to be “straight” aside and as soon as I did I could see the bright shining star in my life had always been you” Again once Outer said it Inner knew it was true and that shook him “Do I love hi,? Yes, And he loves me too. So much in fact that he spent millions of dollars to put me in a position to rescue you. You didn’t think we moved here for the social life did you?” Outer teased gently and Inner’s mental jaw dropped, He had thought they had moved there to torment him “Self centered till the end” Outer mocked him with a thought “it’s always been about Ben and rescuing him” “If you and Warren can care for each other or even come to love each other we can be together as a three way relationship. If not, Warren accepts that I will have two relationships and neither will be more important than the other. Can you accept that too Baby Brother?” Outer asked gently Inner held his breath shockingly wanting Ben to say “Yes” and not the least bit ashamed of it. “It’s more than I could ever thought I could hope for” Ben said, the tears flowing again but they were happy this time “There is one more thing” and Outer actually sounded worried “Ben, I’m HIV positive. I never play safe, I’m highly toxic and part of my love for you makes me want to share my gift with you so we never have a condom between us. If you want to be with me I’m going to infect you” Ben looked shocked and thought about it for a long while then he got on his knees and shyly ran his hand over their bulge and both Outer and inner gasped in pleasure like they had never felt before. Suddenly while Ben touched him he was touching the actual Alan, all of him “I have wanted to do that for so long but I was to young and I was always afraid you would wake up and punch me” Ben said “I would have before Warren freed me” Alan said truthfully There was no conflict ,no shame; This was his Ben and this was meant to be Alan took his brother’s hand, put it firmly on his bulge and that jolt of pleasure hit him again “Touch me all you want, any time you want. Do you feel that too?” he groaned Ben nodded “It’s ten times better than cumming and we have just started” he rubbed Alan’s rock hard shaft through the fabric and then mouthed his older brother’s balls wetting the underwear before doing the same to the shaft Ben pulled the underwear and finally tasted his brother’s skin, rolling the balls with his tongue, licking up the shaft and then using his tongue to slowly work the foreskin back till the entire purple head was exposed “Fuuukkkk where did you learn that?” Alan asked “Well, since I am a virgin it’s either divine inspiration ot internet porn, I will let you decide” Ben said with an innocent smile Ben opened wide engulfing the head and sucking for a while before sliding the shaft further in, effortlessly swallowing his brother’s nine inches like he had been sucking this cock all his life. As if the moves for perfect sex between them was instinctually built into both of them The sheer eroticism of watching his younger brother deep throating him made Alan’s head spin. He finally pushed him off his cock and almost threw Ben face down on the bed pushing his legs apart with his knees He ran the head of his cock between those cheeks, that were so smooth despite the fuzz in the valley between and when he found the spot he slid in to that virgin tight neg hole with ease. Ben’s hole welcomed him home with a tight caress and no pain at all. They moaned in one voice as they both felt complete for the first time in their lives Deep inside, the person Alan had been muttered that he was incestuously fucking his own brother and was about to infect him with HIV. It just made Alan fuck harder, his huge virus filled balls slapping into his brothers that were just as hefty. When it came to their cock and balls they may as well be twins He knew now that his aversion to men and most women was because he had already found the right one. The true love of his life and was just waiting for him to grow up, though his pride and fear would never admit it. It took Outer to do that As he came close he asked “Do you want my gift Baby Brother? My toxic HIV to bind us together forever? To mark you as MINE? It's my vow to you. My promise in your veins for the rest of your life" “God! Yes! Breed me! Give me the load I have wanted since my first time jacking off. I love you so much Big Brother! Infect me with your love” and they came together as Alan filled his beloved little brother Ben with millions of HIV viruses They flooded his guts and invaded his blood and there was no way to turn back They rested together, each kiss and tender caress deepening the love that had always been there Then without warning Ben rolled him onto his stomach and stomach and slid into him just as easily as Alan had taken him, making him love getting fucked with his first thrust “I have wanted this ass as long as I have wanted your cock and now it’s MINE” Ben said aggressively fucking Alan hard and soon depositing his load deep inside They made love twice more and then showered again before dressing and going to a nearby steakhouse. Alan bright out the present he knew Outer had planned on giving Ben and slid it across the table. It was a beautiful platinum chain with a heart shaped locket hanging down. Inside there was a picture of a 12 year old Alan holding a 4 year old Ben’s had as the walked on a snowy sidewalk and the engraving said “Brother And Lovers Forever” over their initials Ben smiled and again those tears of joy flowed as Alan put the necklace on him, feeling a slight tingle from the locket He bent down and tenderly kissed Ben in the lips. He knew some of the people there knew they were brothers but he didn’t care. He would never hide his love for Ben. In that he was even braver than Outer now. As he expected, aside from a few vague smiles no one seemed to notice, confirming that the locked was magic They returned to their room and made love half the night till they fell asleep in happy contentment The next morning, between getting in the car and fastening his seatbelt Alan separated back into Inner and Outer. Inner sighed mentally expecting some smart assed comment I didn’t come Instead Outer thought “Thank you for rescuing our Ben, You could have totally fucked that up and you were more loving than even I could have been with him” “Everything you said to him before we merged was true and I was not going to throw away an offer of true love that I returned just as strongly. I can be a pig headed idiot when it comes to my happiness but not when it comes to Ben’s. I love him too much for that and I love him to much to ever let you have him to yourself, He is ours. He is Alan’s” Inner said firmly “I don’t know how I can stoop you or that I want to” Outer thought back “ The magic between him and Alan is too strong and he deserves the entire man he loves, not just half pretending” So deep it barely registered to Inner, so deep Outer didn't hear it came the thought “So does Warren” Inner pushed that back down and soon forgot he had even thought it Inner and Outer had a new understanding and less animosity after that and they both agreed that Warren did not need to know about their temporary merging When they got back to town they drove past the pizza place. Bertha was standing outside the front door and she seemed to be frustrated. Outer pulled into the parking lot and he and Ben got out “My key doesn’t work” She raged “That’s probably because I had the lock changed after business hours last night” Outer said “They could not get out earlier in the day to do it” “What the hell are you talking about?” She growled still trying to jam her key in the lock “Oh! Didn’t I tell you the other day? How forgetful of me! You see Warren and I bought this place last week” Then he paused thinking “You know… calling your new boss or any customer a fag or a queer and saying you are only serving them because the law makes you, might just be bad for your career because you are fired” A car pulled up followed by a patrol car The first car was the assistant manager. Outer handed the woman a new key from his pocket as well as a small bag of keys for the other employees as Bertha gaped at him “These should work. The locksmith cut them himself Tuesday evening for me when I picked out the new lock” A uniformed police officer hot out of the patrol car and approached, “Officer, this woman is on property she is not allowed on. A Trespass warrant was filed against her yesterday” And Outer pulled the document upon his phone showing everyone “She also appears to be trying to pick the lock though I’m not quite sure about that one. Could you please escort her off the property before this escalates?” “Oh! while you are getting bad news Bertha, I will let you know I am breaking off our engagement. You can keep the ring though” Ben said as she was escorted to her car seething with anger “I always knew you were a fad” she shouted as the officer shit her car door “I sure am and happy to be one!” Ben shouted after her car When they got to the estate Warren greeted them with a kiss for Outer and a handshake for Ben. “What happed over there?” Outer said pointing to a torn painting with a broken frame sitting on the floor next to a broken vase “Your father showed up yesterday afternoon” Warren said blandly “He demanded to know what we had done with his son, accusing us of kidnapping a minor. He got violent and managed to break those before security restrained him. The police were summoned and he again accused us of keeping him from his minor son” “Thank you for bringing your birth certificate with your other things by the way. It was most helpful, Your father confirmed that it was indeed your birth certificate and I showed the officer the date, 18 years ago yesterday” “Your son is not a minor and what kind of father are you not to know it’s his 18th birthday today?” the officer asked him and the look on your father’s face was priceless, He had no idea” Warren chuckled “I told the officer where you were and that you were with your brother. They called the Motor Lodge to confirm you had checked in and then he arrested your father for assault, trespassing, home invasion and malicious destruction of property. The painting he broke was worth about 500k and the vase was priceless. I think a conservator may be able to fix the painting ut the vase is a total loss. My lawyers filed suit today for damages and I am pressing charges” Warren finished Inner half expected Ben to try to intercede on his fathers behalf but all he said was “Good, thank you” Warren looked at Ben and there was compassion in his eyes, “Ben, Alan has told me some of what you have been through. If you will allow me I will contact a friend of mine, He is a retired therapist who specialized in helping young people who had been through conversion therapy. He has told me he is willing to come here and spend as much time as you need helping you get through the aftermath of all that was done to you. Please let us help you. No one deserves what you went through” Inner noticed Warren glance at him and thought he saw a bit of guilt un his eyes That was forgotten as Ben nodded then fainted. Outer barely catching him. Warren was a medical doctor as well as researcher and he checked Ben’s vitals as he lay on a couch, awake now. “You seem fine” Warren said "All your vitals are good" “It was someone in authority finally offering to help me out of the hell my life has been. Someone acknowledging that what was done to me was wrong. Someone offering hope. I have Alan and that was more than I ever hoped for but unless I can let go of all this hurt and rage inside me not even that will be enough to keep me sane I think. Thank you Warren and yes I will accept your friend’s help and yours” Ben said. There was not a dry eye in the room "We will all be here to help you Ben" Outer said “Why don’t you take him to bed. He needs you more than I do and I can entertain myself with Freddy tonight” Warren said briskly They went to pick up Ben off the couch but as soon as they touched him they were Alan again “I don’t think it’s just contact alone, I think it also has to be need” Alan thought as he carried Ben to his room and gently laid him on the bed, joining him and holding him “Warren is so generous and helpful. I know he must be paying this friend of his a fortune to come out of retirement to help me” Ben said “He probably is but he can afford it” Alan said, squeezing him “Hey, just in case I have not actually saod the words, I love you little brother lover. I never want you to doubt that” “You have said it but you can remind me as often as you want. I love you too big brother lover. I like that way of saying it” Ben said. Then he giggled “Warren is so hot. Total Big Daddy Energy there. For now I think all I can handle is you but maybe someday. You never know, Was he talking about cousin Freddy?” he said “Yeah, he’s our boy now” Alan said “Good for him I’m sure he is happy” Ben said “Alan?” Ben whispered a bit later “Yes Baby?” Alan whispered back “Will you make love to me?” ***************************************************************************** I love it when my own stories surprise me but Ben deserves all of Alan, Didn't he? Let me know what you think! Scanbu

They were still in the car driving home and Inner Alex struggled to do anything but his control over his own body was completely gone. He could feel Outer’s amusement and satisfaction at his attempts “Why do you hate me so much? We are the same person!” He asked in desperation “Really? You really have to ask that? Do you realize the things I said to our parents came from you? That’s what we truly believe! You are just as bigoted as your father and it is on some level deliberate, chosen bigotry. You know, none of it has a factual basis. You and our family kick down at gays and other minorities because you can! It gives you sadistic pleasure to keep down people with less power than you” Outer said angrily " You are all choosing to be petty little bullies to give yourself something to think about rather than how little you have accomplished in your lives!” “There is nothing wrong with your sexual wants and desires, but good luck finding a woman who would not be bored to death with you. Whatever floats your boat I guess. You don’t like other men sexually and that’s also perfectly legitimate. But hating other men because they do when it HAD no affect on you? That’s bullshit.” and Inner could feel Outer’s rage now “If you had just been able to live and let live I would not exist. I am built on your childish fear that some man is going to turn you gay! That someone is going to make you step outside of your narrow little world! That your way is not the only way. Warren would have had nothing to work with without that!” Outer continued maliciously “That fear is at the core of who you are and so embracing being gay and as kinky and open to new things as I can be is the core of who I am. I hate your chosen bigotry, your sense of entitlement. your undeserved sense of superiority and I am going to spend the rest of our life rubbing gayness and kink in your face! Abd I'm going to accept HIV into our body just to prove the point” Outer finished “That is all exactly correct my love. That’s what all the tests were for. To find someone who’s opposite would be you, I could have just wiped out Inner but what fun would that have been? Tell me, what is Inner doing now?” Warren said “He’s sulking. He thinks I am being totally unfair. He honestly believes he has the right to inflict his view of sexuality and morality on the world” Outer said smirking “Hey! I just realized! All you did to him is EXACTLY what he would do to everyone in the world who differs from him even slightly! If he could! He would force everyone to be just as boring and inhibited as he is! That is so evilly wonderful! I really do love you!” Outer said excitedly “I’m glad you appreciate my irony and the poetic justice of it all“ Warren said smiling Inner of course deliberately didn’t listen to the part where it was very truly pointed out that he was really no different than Warren except he lacked the power to actually impose his will on others. They were so unfair! He had done nothing wrong! They just could not accept the natural order of the world! God made this word just for straight white American men and everyone else just had to accept that, He KNEW he was lying to himself but he would rather die than admit it. He sulked and pouted mentally the rest of the way home. Outer’s mocking amusement as Inner proved him right just made it worse When they got home Outer went to Rolf for another pampering beauty treatment. Inner hated how much Outer loved all the attention to his vanity. Some of the preparations made him squirm with discomfort and shame “I’m making myself pretty for our first time with Warren” Outer thought back at him “I want it to be so special when I let him infect our body with HIV, It will be like him getting us pregnant! We will have his babies in our blood!” Outer knew exactly where he was most sensitive and used it ruthlessly As they bathed both Inner and Outer felt something change, A tingling in their mind stopped “In case you were wondering, that was the magic wearing off” Outer said Inner tried as hard as he could to take control but Outer just smirked and continued letting the men wash him Warren was waiting for him the bedroom in robe as they entered “I see the magic is gone” Warren said “Oh the magic will never be gone between us Warren, but yes the spell faded. I think he knows there is truly no escape for him now, He did try though” Outer said “How do you want your first poz load Pretty Boy? I want you to decide Outer thought about it and Inner begged him not to do it, To run out of the room, out of the house and escape “I think I want it on my back. Impregnate me like I’s a girl” Outer said and Inner raged in frustration Warren laughed “Ok Pretty Girl, get Daddy hard so he can start our viral babies in you” Inner concentrated on a memory anything to block this out “Oh no you don’t “ Outer said and suddenly Inner was hyper focused on the room he could even feel the grain of the wood floor beneath his feet Alan’s body sank to it’s knees and opened Warren’s robe like a present exposing the half hard shaft and licking under the foreskin rolling it back with his lips. His hands came up to fondle and gently squeeze the huge pendulous balls as he took the head in his mouth stretching his jaws wide then sealing his lips behind the head and working the shaft further in. He choked himself on it but kept working till the head slipped into his throat Warren gripped his hair and shoved forward his cock stretching Alan’s throat whit an exquisite pain the both felt. Inner groaned at the hurt and Outer’s cock stiffened as Warren’s salt and pepper pubes tickled their nose. Warren held them there as one panicked and the other trusted. They started to black out and Warren yanked his cock out and they sucked in a sweet breath They looked up at Warren. He stood above them his proud toxic cock dripped it’s rigid 11 inches throbbing and pulsing “On the bed Pretty Boy. Gret on your back for your breeding” Warren said and an evil sadistic glean cane into his eyes Outer lay on the bed stuffing a pillow under the small of their back and raising their legs. Their cock so hard it twitched Warren got between their legs “No. no. no!” Inner begged mentally as Outer moaned in an excited voice “Poz me Daddy! Give me your virus! Your HIV! Make me pregnant” Warren pressed the head of his cock to that virgin hole punching in making them both cry out in pain and Outer almost came as Inner sobbed inside Warren shoved more shaft in his massive cock shredded those silky inner walls getting them ready to be planted with virus. His cock felt so good in that glove tight tunnel he pulled out then thrust brutally back in. He repeated this over and over till he bottomed out spurred on by the rapturous look of pain on Alan’s face and leaned down to kiss him as he began sliding in and out Warren’s balls began to pull up. Ready to pump his poisonous virus filled seed. “Here it comes! Here comes my tainted toxic cum to infect you!! I’m going to poz you! There is no turning back!” Warren groaned “I love you! Poz me! Give me your HIV! I want your Virus in my blood!” Outer begged “How do you feel Inner” Warren panted his eyes intent on Alan’s face “I HATE YOU!” Inner snarled That pushed Warren over the edge. His cock spasmed in that tight hole as his balls pumped his HIV babies into Alan’s ass in the most mind blowing orgasm of his life. Wad after wad of tainted cum fired into Alan’s guts Outer came without touching himself and Inner recoiled in shame that his body could be made to cum by being fucked and infected with a disease Warren collapsed on top of his lover and they made out, his cock still twitching inside that battered, infected hole Warren moved up and straddled Alan's chest stuffing his cock into his mouth “Clean me” he ordered The taste of something musky filled their mouth, the taste of his own ass and cum. Outer looked up at Warren as a new acrid taste blossomed “You want it?” Warren asked and Outer nodded eagerly his lips sealed around the head as Inner’s mental stomach twisted knowing what was coming Warren relaxed and began to piss as Outer gulped the acrid liquid fast as he could but some still dribbled down his chin into his hair. A full bladder went down their throat Inner writhed in shame as the taste overwhelmed him Warren fucked their mouth till he was hard again them moved back down ramming back up that bruised ass “Yesssss!” Outer moaned and clamped their ass on the huge cock sliding in, milking it Warren fucked him even more brutally cumming deep inside again. This time he just kept fucking till he had come twice more Alan groaned, a look of pain on his face. Even Outer could only take so much. Warren shoved a plug up Alan’s ass and strapped it in place then he lifted him out of the bed and took him to a hot bath waiting in the next room slipping him in and washing his piss soaked hair himself. He knew the bed linens were being changed as he did Outer imagined tiny little viruses invading his bloodstream and smiled/ Inner imagined the same thing and whimpered “Oh will you shut up?” Outer said and then he concentrated Inner didn’t fight as Outer sent him into a dreamless sleep “I want your kisses all to myself the rest of the night” Outer said to Warren. “He was just gibbering anyway, I could not make it any worse for him so I put him to sleep” Warren leaned over the tub and kissed Alan “I love you my evil, vicious Pretty Boy” “I love you too Warren and you are even more vicious than I am” Outer said He got out of the tub and Warren helped him dry off as he brushed and dried his hair. Then Warren carried him back to their bed and they lay kissed and talked for a while till they fell asleep in each other's arms *************************************************************************** Let me know what you think! Scanbu

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Part 5 Uncle Chester set up the game mat in the living room. Already, I knew this game was going to include a lot of contact. Some part of me thought it was deliberate. But perhaps a simple game would be fun. I hadn’t played Twister in a long time. Uncle had a semi hard dick. It had calmed down since the bedroom, but it still had some energy in it. When everything was set up, he was stroking it a little. “Alright Will you know the objective, right? Keep touching the correct dots without falling?” "Yeah, I remember.” “But the real trick to it is to try and position your body so you can make the other guy stumble. It can be pretty rowdy with the right players.” “I see what you mean. I usually had a hard time keeping upright, so I didn’t think to try and knock others down.” “I’m sure you’ll be limber enough to keep up with me.” He was playing with his cock more. It was getting harder again, despite having ejaculated earlier. “So if we’re both playing, who’s gonna spin the dial?” “I’ll be in charge of that. I’ll spin it for a while, then I’ll just call out random combinations when I can’t reach the spinner anymore. It’ll be the same thing. Now let’s get started.” Uncle Chester proceeded to spin the dial. Right foot red. We both positioned accordingly, and then he spun again and called out the results. It started out fun. The two of us were trying to find positions that would keep us stable and laughing at the contortion attempts. Uncle was more limber than I thought. He kept up with my every move. But as I initially suspected, it didn’t take long before uncle Chester’s dick started rubbing up against me. Every new move he called out caused it to rub up against me more, and each time it felt more erect. I was trying not to mind it. It was just his quirky personality after all. As our bodies were getting intertwined with each new improvised move uncle Chester would call out I was having a hard time keeping balance. I was in a position where I was basically on all fours. Then uncle called ‘left foot green’. I was able to move my foot OK enough, but uncle had to swing his leg over me to plant his foot down. When he did, he ended up straddling me. It was humorous at first, but once he was situated his massive tool between his legs swung up to slap me in the ass. “Oh, this is an interesting position. How are you going to navigate around my cock?“ He wiggled his hips a few times, causing his dick to slide between my cheeks and press up against my asshole. “This would be easier if you didn’t have an erection, uncle. How are you still hard?“ “I take plenty of pills to keep me going. Gotta admit the heat coming off of your greased up hole is contributing to it.“ “Greased?“ “You still have a good amount of Vaseline from the shower down there, making your ass slippery.“ He then called out another limb and color. His arm ended up wrapped around my neck. His body ensnaring me further. “Perhaps you should move it? It seems to be making the game harder with it poking me.” “I have a better idea.“ That’s when uncle Chester, thrust his hips forward, and his cock abruptly plunged into my ass. “Ah! Holy shit! Uncle, it went in! Your cock is in me!” The intrusion was quick and effortless; my lubed-up ass couldn’t give any resistance to it. "Oh relax, Will. I’m just putting it somewhere safe so we can continue playing easier. Besides, that’s only half of my length.“ He called out another color along with the right foot. With our new positions, uncle’s hips went further towards me, and more of his length slid deep into my ass. “Agh! Uncle Chester, we’re having sex! I know you like being naked, but I think this is crossing a line.“ “We’re not having sex. I’m just keeping it firmly planted in you for convenience. Believe me, if we were having sex, you would know. Your ass would be taking a very rough pounding. Besides, you were inside my ass earlier, and it was no big deal. Right now, my little friend down there is just popping in to say hi. It really likes you, Will. Your insides are so warm and inviting. You can handle the insertion just for the duration of the game, can’t you?“ “But uncle, you’re poz…” “Yeah, that gives me an idea. Hey Will. How about we make this interesting? If I win the game, you let me fuck you and cum inside your guts. If you win, then I’ll give you a special treat later. Sound fun?“ It was hard to concentrate; the feeling of uncle’s cock inside me was making it difficult to play the game. Sure, it felt similar to the shower with the dildo, but this was my uncle's raw cock. “Fuck me? Cum inside me? But won’t I get HIV?” “Not if you win. You’re a young, fit man. I am fairly certain you can handle it. It’s a safe bet. I am getting too old for this game anyway, so I figured I’d put in some ridiculous steaks that I am sure I won’t achieve. Come on, don’t be so serious. We’re having fun, right?” “I guess so.” "Fantastic, then it’s agreed; if I win, I get to poz my nephew's ass." Wait, did I actually agree to that? Before I could interject any further, uncle Chester called out a new position and ended up giving my ass another hard hump. His cock gave a hard knock inside me, causing me to grunt, half in pain and half in pleasure. As the game went on, uncle managed to keep his cock inside me. There were some positions where I was able to pull my ass away slightly, but he was always keeping it in. A lot of the positions he called for caused his hips to plunge into me. His hips didn’t meet my ass though. His cock was too big for that. With each position change, he was more aggressive than the last, my guts got a bit of a beating from him. “Agh, ah! Uncle, weren’t you supposed to wait till after the game before you fucked me?“ “Oh you silly boy, you think that is fucking you. These are just simple maneuvers to make the game easier. That’s not how I fuck. Here, let me give you a preview of how I fuck, so you’ll know when it happens.“ Uncle Chester pulled his hips away, and his cock slid almost all the way out. Then he gave a mighty thrust and jammed his cock all the way in. “Ah! Oh god!” He started slamming his hips into me, thrusting his cock in and out. My senses were immediately overwhelmed by the feeling of his massive cock demolishing my insides. He fucked like a jackhammer. He was very forceful and slammed his dick all the way down to the base. My insides were hurting as they were trying to accommodate the full length of him. I felt his balls slap against mine with each slam. The sounds his cock in my ass made were wet and sloppy. Taking a cock that big was definitely painful, but it also felt really good, and my body felt paralyzed by it. “Oh, fuck! Uncle… that’s too much! Oh, God!“ He didn’t say anything; he focused entirely on the merciless drilling into me. It was like we weren’t even playing the game at that point anymore. He was focused on fucking me there in the living room. I couldn’t help but moan with each balls deep slam. He was grunting every time his cock went all the way inside me. For such a skinny old man, he seemed to have unlimited energy. The sounds of my hole getting violated by his savage meat were lewd and gushy. Then he stopped. It was like a switch was flipped, and he resumed how he was previously. “See? That’s how I fuck. This right here. This is just simply keeping it snug inside of you.” He called out a new position and adjusted himself accordingly. My mind was foggy. My ass was sore, and my heart was racing. What just happened? It was like he transformed into a monster just a moment ago. My body was on fire, and I was having a hard time keeping my balance. “Uncle… that was…” I was out of breath. “Yeah, I know. I was building up to unload pretty quickly there as well. Good thing for you, I wasn’t fucking you for real, or else you would be flooded with some highly infectious poz cum by now.“ “Uncle…” I was having a hard time getting my words out. “…Please don’t cum in me.“ “Then keep playing the game, Will. You should put more effort in. As close as I am, there’s a good possibility I might shoot off in the middle of the action. Your ass feels so good. It’s definitely putting cracks in the dam.“ He called off a new position, and we both adjusted. The feeling of his hard cock deep inside me, gradually, thrusting with each move. I had to think about how to get him to trip. He was keeping up with the game better than I thought. He was able to move between the dots on the mat while giving more thrusts with his huge cock. That’s when I got an idea. The next position called out I thrust my ass back into him thrusting into me. “Oh, seems like you’re trying to encourage something to spill out. No complaints here, just surprised how eager you’re getting.” It may have hurt more to slam my ass into his cock on the position changes, but if it could break his focus, I was gonna go for it. A new position, another ass thrust. Uncle was giving multiple more jabs each time, and I was meeting him in kind. He was having a hard time calling out new positions as his hips kept digging into me and I was bouncing back into him, I could barely stand it. But on his last position call, he was more focused on digging into me. I noticed he didn’t have his hand on the correct dot. While his cock was still burrowed into my ass, I managed to point out that detail. “Ah… there. You loose uncle.” I motioned towards his improperly placed hand. His motions stopped, and then he noticed it too. “Oh crap. Well, look at that.” Having realized he lost, he let his body collapse onto mine, pinning me to the ground. When he did, I felt his cock stab deep into me. “Ow, agh!” I yelled a bit as my insides took a harsh skewering. Uncle was simply relaxing on top of me. “You cheeky little man. You used your ass against me, didn’t you? Well, that’s definitely a creative way to win.” He seemed amused by my victory. “Yeah, I think you can pull it out now…” I was trying to endure his length. It was far too big for me, even with the previous pounding he gave me during the game. Uncle took a moment to respond. Then he wiggled his hips back and forth, stirring me up inside. I grunted. “I suppose so. Shame really. You feel so good Will.” His hip-wiggling stopped, then he slowly lifted his hips and pulled his massive snake out of me. It was such a relief to have it out. I sat up and rubbed my ass a bit. It was sore but I was still intact. Then the realization kicked in. My poz uncle had his cock in me. Oh my god that was so reckless. I could have caught it. I didn’t even know if I already had it depending on how much he dripped pre inside me. He also had a pozzing fetish, but that wouldn’t apply to me, would it? I was his nephew. He wouldn’t have that kind of agenda. A conflicted part of me admittedly liked the feeling of such a huge cock inside me, but that was family. Sure, I may have had mine inside him very briefly, but taking his in me was an entirely different ballgame. "Hey, uncle Chester. Maybe we should do that again? You putting your dick inside me like that?” “Did it feel bad? Did I hurt you too much?” “No, it felt good, and it hurt a little, but I could handle it. But us having sex, well… doesn’t that seem wrong?” “Only if it feels wrong. Did my cock feel wrong inside you?” “No?” That didn’t feel like a simple question to answer. Sure, physically, it felt good, but I didn’t know how to articulate the nuances of the ethical… moral, eh fuck it, the messed up incest fucking we did. So all I could mutter was a simple ‘no’. “Then there’s nothing wrong with us feeling good together. But I get you. I’ll stay out of your ass for now.” He grabbed his cock and wiggled it in front of me. “But this fella may have other ideas, he he.” He sounded like he was joking, so I disregarded that last comment. So, like nothing happened at all; we were back to how we were. Uncle and nephew naked around the house and occupying our time. I was still feeling sore in my guts but that eventually passed. We played other board games, this time no insertion required. Uncle stayed hard for a lot of the day. It was like he was saving it for something. The evening came, and soon we were going to get ready for a night out. A chance to put some clothes on and see more of the city. Despite uncles mischievous behavior, I was still enjoying my time with him, but I was also looking forward to meeting other people and experiencing some gay nightlife. When it was time to go uncle took me to his room and we spent time getting dressed. Uncle Chester was going through several things and couldn’t decide what he wanted to wear. He modeled a few outfits for me and eventually decided on black jeans and a leather vest. His jeans did nothing to hide his dick size. I could still clearly see its size and shape like a shrink wrapped sausage. He wore a harness underneath which looked out of place on his small framed body. I put on the black pants he picked out for me and a black shirt. They were tight and showed off my entire form. They weren’t normally my style but if I was going to gay bars then I might as well get used to showing off a bit. Uncle Chester rubbed me up and down, feeling how well the clothes fit. But really it seemed like he just wanted to touch me. I didn’t mind. I was growing more accustomed to how he behaves. And narrowly avoiding begging pozzed by him earlier, getting felt up was no problem for me. We ordered an Uber to get to the bar district. There were plenty of places. Bars, street food vendors. It was a shady part of town and looked a little run down but in San Diego apparently most of the worth while gay areas were like this. Eventually, we arrived in a part of town that had darker buildings with a more industrial look to them. There were a lot of leather daddy types on the streets in this area. “Here it is, Will. One of my favorite places. I’m sure you’ll be popular here.” We wandered to a particular building that didn’t have a front door. We had to go around an alleyway to find the entrance. I was nervous and excited simultaneously. I had been to gay bars before. But this one was in a hard-core part of town. We wandered to a rusted door in an easy to miss corner of winding back alley walkways. Before heading in, uncle was playing with my rear end. Then I felt a draft. “Oh good, that does still work.” He had undone something back there, and now my ass was exposed. I tried to cover it up, but he zipped me back up. “Chester, what was that?” “Just an easy-access flap. I have a bunch of clothes with those. This pair is old, so I’m glad it still worked.” I wasn’t too sure if I was going to be utilizing the flap, but it was kind of hot knowing I was wearing such a kinky pair of pants. I was about to go in when uncle stopped me. "Oh, just one thing before we go. Don’t tell anyone you’re my nephew. If anyone asks, you’re my fuck buddy. It’ll be easier that way, alright?”

In my mind I was constantly vigilant, making sure not to say or do anything that might give me away, but sometimes my eyes couldn’t help themselves when some dude bent over to warm up or when somebody was changing in the dressing room and had nothing more than a dance belt on. Usually I caught myself before anyone noticed me gawking, but not last Sunday. We had just finished a long dance rehearsal at the rehearsal space and were all being called in to the dressing rooms in pairs for our final fittings, and finally I was called in with Neal, the leading man who I was glad to say I had become friends with, despite him being the star and me only a lowly chorus boy. I was relieved that he and I were called in together because, while he was a very attractive guy, he was at least 20 years older than me and I had no interest in him other than as a buddy. Some of you are probably offended by this, but it had nothing to do with his looks or age. In any other group of men, he would shine as the most attractive, but in the theatre, surrounded by college guys and dancers in their early 20’s, he was only average in comparison. The costumer handed us some pants to try on and stepped out of the room so we could change which would usually have been my cue to run off to one of the dark corners or even into a bathroom stall to avoid changing with another guy. This wasn’t because I was that shy, but actually due to my fear of getting hard seeing the rock hard abs, bulging biceps and toned thighs of the other guys. Since it was just Neal and I, and he was engaging me in conversation, I stayed put and stripped to my tighty-whiteys while he tried getting a knot out of his shoelace. “No dance belt like the other boys huh?” he asked when he glanced up at me after finally giving up, and pulling the shoe off. “Nah, I don’t even own one,” I responded while pulling on my first pair of slacks. “I know I’ll need one for dress rehearsal next week but since this is my first professional show I’ve never bought one before and I’m stalling until the last possible day. “I understand,” he continued to undress, peeling off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly cut chest for a guy in his mid-30’s. “I still don’t own a dance belt and I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years.” “How do you get away with that?”I asked him while slipping on my next pair. “With this,” He said, motioning to his mid-section while undoing his drawstring and letting his sweats drop in a puddle at his feet. Unaware of what he was doing I turned and looked at the very moment his pants slid down, and my jaw dropped almost to my feet. “Jockstraps are just as good for me most of the time, and they don’t ride up into a super wedgie like dance belts do.” Neal should have been the one safe person for me to be in here with, but standing only 4 feet away from him now, unable to peel my eyes away from his giant bulge held back by a white athletic supporter, I was suddenly aware of just how naïve I’d been. Here I’d been treating him like an asexual mentor, and he was secretly concealing a fuzzy, muscled, horse-hung, sex god under his track pants and cotton pullovers. “Pete? Peter? Yo earth to Pete!” He snapped his fingers bringing me back to reality so quickly I caught my foot in my pants and fell forward into his naked chest. “Whoa boy, I thought you were more coordinated than the average teen. Or has this suave dancer façade been nothing but an act?” “Sorry,” My mouth was dry and I couldn’t push away and turn around to try on the last pair of pants fast enough. “Just wasn’t expecting…” “What?” His voice sounded too close for my comfort, and send a shock down my spine that began stiffening my cock. “Oh, I get it. Grossed out by my flabby ass and fur.” “you forgot your bare ass in that jock,” my quip caused us both to laugh. “That’s more crack than even Lindsey Lohan could handle!” “Hurrying to finish, I dashed out before he stopped laughing and ran almost straight into the costumer. “How’d it fit?” Big enough for you?” She asked. “Big enough? You mean the pants! Yeah plenty big. All of them were just perfect.” I said trying to sound nonchalant while begging my hard on to go down. “Well you are not getting off that easy,” she said, pushing me back towards the dressing room. “go put the number one pick back on and lets see it so I can mark any alterations I need to make.” “But” “Go! And send Neal out in the grey suit if it fits okay!” and with that she opened the door and pushed me back in, right past Neal who was passing me in the very grey suit she had mentioned. “So what do you think? Too tight in the inseam?” She asked as the door shut behind me. Quick before they finished I ducked around the wall with every pair of pants she’d given me and into the rest room part of the dressing area. Tossing the pants on the counter, I dropped my shorts whipped out my cock and began stroking. Just as I was about to cum I heard the door open and Neal re-enter, with instructions to try on the tweed and come back out. Shoving my cock back in my briefs, I picked up a random pair of slacks and slid them on, fastening them with the head of my dick trapped between my abs and the waist band. “There you are!” Neal announced as he rounded the wall, the costumer close behind. “Pam was wondering if you got lost so we came looking for you. Looks like a good fit Pam, so how bout letting me and the kid change into option two?” “The waist is pulling weird,” pam said as she began towards me. “Do we need to take it out a little?” “NO!” I shouted with such gusto it stopped Pam in her tracks. “No, sorry, just wearing the wrong underwear today. It is perfect.” “Wrong underwear?” Pam turned to Neal with a puzzled look. “Yeah, kid forgot to wear a dance belt,” Neal explained while trying on another suit coat over his bare chest. “Can you please step out so I can put on the suit you keep claiming you need to see me in?” “Fine.” Pam turned the corner and went to the door. “Buncha babies can’t get dressed with a girl in the room, I’ll step outside.” “Finally,” My voice revealed a little too much of my desperation for her to leave. “She can be such a knit-picker, even after 3 fittings!” “Seriously Pete,” Neal agreed with my excuse. “Spends hours trying to make my inseam fit just right and can’t make it so my zipper will work. Can you help me out with this?” “With your zipper?” My eyes came to rest on the bulge I previously ignored, wondering if he had to wear loose slacks or sweats all the time to keep it from looking obscene. “Yeah, it is stuck half way down and I can’t get it to keep going,” He added, oblivious to my depraved gaze. “Can you get down there and see if it is caught on my shirt or something?” With a nod I took two steps and lowered myself to the ground. Hands trembling I reached out and took hold of the metal zip, tugging a few times with no luck. “Maybe if I unbutton them,” and he did just that. “Now give it a good tug.” And I did, causing the jeans to slip and pull the jockstrap down with them. Without a thought I kept pulling down but Neal caught his waist just in time to stop the impending nudity, giving me a glimpse of his dark brown straight pubes leading right up to where they meet his cock, but not quite revealing it. “Whoa there buddy,” He said as he pulled his pants back on. “I guess I know what they got caught on! Better let me fix these bad boys. Mind stepping back into the changing section so I can take these off and see what’s wrong?” “Sure,” my cock throbbed as I turned to go around the wall, catching a glimpse of his fuzz-covered ass in the mirror right before cleared the partition and found myself alone again. Listening to him curse at the zipper I walked over to his discarded sweats and lifted them to my face while my other hand undid my trousers and fished out my cock. One deep inhale and suddenly I was exploding. Streams of cum escaping my dickhead while an image of Neal in his jock filled my head. Tossing a few paper towel on the cum spots I used my feet to wipe up while slipping into the second pair of pants. Just in time, Pam burst in and Neal rounded the corner, neither one any wiser about my illicit jerk session. As I packed up to leave after final dress rehearsal a dozen or so days later, Pam spotted me and pulled me aside. Some notes had already been passed along, but she wanted to ask me privately to make sure I went out and got a dance belt before the show opened the next night. Sensing my discomfort, she recommended a specialty men’s clothing store not too far from the theatre and told me to tell them what I needed when I arrived. I explained that I didn’t have my own car these days, and she got a smile on her face. “No problem!” She began walking me towards the dressing rooms. “One of the other guys needs one too and I’m sure he could give you a ride if you need.” Unfamiliar with who was in which dressing room since moving from the rehearsal space into the actual theatre, I didn’t realize who’s door she was knocking at until it opened. “Hey Pam, Pete, what can I do for you?” My heart sank as Pam explained to Neal that I was also needing a dance belt for the show and would he mind giving me a ride there the next morning before call. “No problem, just text me your address and I’ll pick you up around 9.” I considered not texting him the address to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing where I lived. Not because it was some dump, because it was actually a beautiful house in the suburbs. No I didn’t want him to see it because as soon as he did he’d know that no teenage could afford living there unless it was his parent’s house. Finally I decided I’d meet him in front of the apartment complex a few blocks away, when the house phone rang and my mom picked it up. Just as I was about to press send, I heard her say “The blue house on the corner, thanks Neal, we’ll see you at 9.” “Who was that?” I shouted down to her from my room. “That was a guy from the show looking for you,” She called back, nonchalantly. “He said you both need to pick up some dance equipment before the show today and offered you a ride. Turns out he had no idea you live at home. You must be acting pretty mature at rehearsals because when I answered he asked if I was your girlfriend. Isn’t that sweet?” “What did you tell him?” I begged of her as I flew down the stairs, two at a time, screeching to a stop in front of her. “Nothing embarrassing,” she smiled and handed me my coat. “I just explained that I’m your mom and we really appreciate the ride since I have work and your dad is taking your sister to a piano lesson.” I cringed and slunk back to my room to finish getting dressed. Bad enough he now knew I am still stuck at home with my folks, but now he would probably think of me as some sort of baby-faced, mama’s boy who has to get rides from his parents and be home before curfew or something. I wondered if opening night was too late to call and quit my first professional acting gig. Just in case I could avoid him being asked in to meet everyone, I texted Neal my cell number so he could tell me when he was close. When my phone buzzed at 9, I threw on my coat, grabbed my bag and ran out the door before my parents could see me. Rushing down the drive I ducked under some bushes to avoid having to open the gate and ran up along side Neal’s car. “Hey bud,” He reached across and opened the door for me, patting me on the back as I slid into his ride. “Got everything you need?” “Yeah let’s go,” I smiled a fake smile and began making small talk to avoid any questions he might have about just how old I was. Pulling off the highway and into downtown was still new to me, having grown up in the suburbs, but Neal slid from lane to lane with no problems, finally parallel parking like he did it all the time (which he probably did since he worked down here full time as an actor). Hopping out, he led the way to the front door of a small, unassuming shop, tucked between a large bar and an upscale clothing boutique. My eyes took a second to adjust when he ushered me into the dimly-lit entryway. Now indoors, I was shocked to see men’s undergarments from floor to ceiling, adorning mannequins and featured on buff models in photo spreads. Neal took point again, walk past me up to the counter and hitting the bell. Almost immediately a handsome man around My Dad’s age appeared from behind a curtain and asked what he could do for us. “My friend and I are in the show opening tonight across the street,” he said with no ego. “and we both need underwear with the necessary support for us to dance in, without creating any pantylines under our costumes.” “Certainly,” The man seemed to know exactly what we meant and called into the back room for someone named David. “Let me take you to those items and then David and I will help with the fitting.” Gesturing to follow, he stepped around the desk and briskly made his way down a flight of stairs into a much bigger room, with more varieties of undies on every surface. As we passed some truly bizarre pairs, Neal grabbed one from the wall and wrapped it around his neck and feigned choking. We both laughed for a second until the clerk cleared his throat and pointed out two dressing rooms, one for each of us. “If you wouldn’t mind stepping inside and disrobing, David will be along to take some measurements in a moment and I’ll be back with some choices of styles, colors and materials.” The man turned to go before pausing and turning back. “By the way, I am Edward if you need anything.” “I guess we should get undressed,” Neal said, pulling back the curtain to his dressing area and stepping inside. I followed suit and began to slowly peel away my coat and shirt, when I realized there was something missing from this dressing room. “Hey Pete does your dressing room have any-” “Mirrors?” I completed his thought. “Not one, guess we’re supposed to use the big one out in the main area.” David appeared moments later and walked right into my dressing room. He was obviously annoyed that I still had my pants on and dropped to his knees to pull them and my briefs off. Even with the handsome 20ish muscle guy running a measuring tape around my waist, thighs, hips and up my groin, I was too nervous to get hard, thanking God that it wasn’t too cold though. After writing a few things down, David stepped back into the main area and left my curtain open, pointing to something on his clipboard and nodding when Edward pointed to something else. With that he pulled back the curtain to Neal’s area and I wished to heck they weren’t right next to each other so I could have seen if he’d stripped all the way down or only to his undies. For the next twenty minutes or so, Edward brought me pair after pair of dance belts, but much nicer than any I’d ever seen. Finally I had worn it down to two choices, a flesh tone style with high sides and a nice soft pouch, and a black silky pair with an elastic band around the cock and wider waist band to help keep it in place. “Step out and take a look.” Edward said when he slid the flesh tone pair up my legs. My nerves were diminishing and Edward’s forceful tone had me thinking of baseball and fat chicks to keep myself flaccid. Opening the curtain, I was surprised to see Neal on the platform in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a royal blue dance belt with a drawstring around the pouch to help keep things inside. If anything, his bulge looked bigger today than it had before. “Oh shit, Pete,” Neal turned red and spun around, dashing into his dressing room. “Didn’t realize you were stepping out so soon.” “No problem Neal,” I responded laughing at his reaction. “It’s only slightly less than you were wearing the first time we changed together.” We laughed and I stepped onto the platform and marveled at how manly I looked. My muscle mass had increased quite a bit since I’d begun training for this show, and the baby fat I used to carry around my love handles and pecs was all but gone since I’d been dancing so much. I thought I looked hot, but the faces of the two clerks said otherwise. “Try the black and I will go find on more I think you should see,” Edward said as David shooed me back into the dressing room. Expecting him to leave, I was shocked as he whipped the flesh pair down to my feet and held out the black for me to slip into. This time when he got it to my groin, my nerves were forgotten and my cock began to harden, aided when he grasped the base firmly, ran his fingers under my balls and tucked the whole thing into the black pouch. Running his fingers along the sides to make sure the sides lay right, he stopped as they met, right by my sensitive butt hole. Hearing the other curtain pull aside, I could just see a glimpse of Neal’s back as David stepped out to take a look at the other customer’s choice. Unaware that he’d left the curtain open an inch, I snuck forward and peeked out to see what Neal was wearing. My cock went from tentatively hardening, to full on hard-on when I saw Neal’s massive meat encased in white cotton so thin I could see the ridge of his cock head and a vein working its way down the shaft. David gave Neal a thumb’s up and Neal returned to his room. Absent mindedly stroking my own dick in the black pair, I forgot about Edward’s return until my curtain was thrust open once more and Edward led me up onto the platform. “Not bad,” He said with no hint of disgust or intrigue. My dick was fully hard and causing the black material to poke out obscenely, even creating a wet spot where the tip was leaking precum. “But I think these will work better.” Pulling me back into the dressing room, Edward reached into my pouch and grasped my hard cock firmly, while pulling off the black belt. Not letting go until I stepped free of the black one, Edward finally held open a new pair with a wide black belt, attached to a red pouch, which was attached to two red elastic bands that each made a small loop. Looking confused, Edward showed me to put my leg into the belt first then a loop for each on until they reached the top. Once there he grasped my hard cock once more and slid it and my balls through a small hole in the first layer of fabric in the pouch, giving me tons of extra support around my crotch with nothing touching my ass. He explained that this pair had a built in c-ring for added support, but the tiny leg straps were practically invisible under clothes. Now harder than ever, he tucked my dick back up under the waist band, leaving my bulge quite full but not so obviously stiff. I felt so naked I grabbed my shirt off the floor and tucked it around me and not a moment too soon. Ripping back the curtain, Edward was pushing me out to the mirror. I was surprised to see Neal standing on the platform in a red pair that looked like briefs at the front and a thong in back. Both of stammered for something to say as I took a spot next to him, before he finally spit it out. “Seems only fair I see you bare ass,” he said slapping my butt, “since you’ve seen me that way!” I dropped my shirt a little bit giving him a glimpse at mylily white cheeks, we laughed and the clerks ushered us back to our separate rooms. Once inside I agreed with Edward that this was the best pair for me, but asked if there was one with a fly incase I needed to pee and didn’t have time to release myself from the ring in the pair I had on. Reaching out, he took the top of the pair I had on and peeled back a Velcro piece, allowing the entire front section to roll down and reattach at the bottom, leaving my cock hanging free while still through the ring. “Would you like to see anything else today?” He inquired, before unzipping his own slacks and letting them fall open to reveal a similar pair on him, but made of leather and without any cloth to cover his thick uncut 8 inches. I nodded yes and reached for his thick cock, stroking it as he returned the favor. Pressing my body against the wall by the curtain he peeled away the closest edge so I could see Neal now wearing a crisp white jockstyle belt while David stood back and judged. Looking past them I caught a reflection of my face, chest and cock, being stroked by a meaty older man’s hand and felt a thick finger pierce my ass hole and force itself in two knuckles deep and I lost control. I stifled my cry of pleasure by throwing my head into Edward’s chest and began to cum, stream after stream soaking his cotton oxford shirt and soft wool and silk pants. Simultaneously I could feel Edward’s load shoot out over my dick and thighs. Pulling his chest away, he leaned in and kissed my lips before telling me to get dressed. He looked outside the tiny room and once he was sure the coast was clear he ran off, while I got dressed and waited for Neal. We left about 5 minutes later, making our way to the main floor to pay for our purchases. When Neal asked me where mine was, I told him I decided to wear it to the show. In actuality I had been unable to find my briefs anywhere and, assuming Edward took them to wipe up with, I decided to wear them so any rogue cum drop wouldn’t leave a mark on my pants. Neal was holding his in his hand, and from what I could tell it was one of the white pairs I had seen before, but I couldn’t see which. At the desk, I paid for mine using a credit card I had no idea how I was going to pay off, but luckily Edward (now with a jacket over his shirt and tie) gave me a big discount. Neal paid next and seemed unfazed by the price, whatever it was. As we left I made sure to accidentally leave my ball cap behind, and ran back to get it, sliding my number to Edward before leaving. Opening night was a rousing success and due to some very quick changes I had to make, I was given a private dressing room right off the stage so no one ever saw my new dance belt. By the curtain call, the whole cast ready to get out of there, which meant drinks for most and calling for a ride home for me. “Gonna come out with us for a drink?” I turned at the sound of Neal’s voice. “It should be fun.” “Wish I could,” I said, walking with him toward the parking lot. Rather than further embarrass myself I figured I’d be ambiguous. “Sadly I have to get home and get some stuff done tonight, otherwise I would.” “What is so important you have to skip out on your first professional opening night?” He asked, clapping a hand around my shoulder and pulling me in to his side. The heat coming off of him was almost as intoxicating as the smell of his cologne and sweat, causing me to falter before I could come up with another excuse. “Just come out and have a couple drinks and you can still be home in time for Matlock, okay Grandma?” “Sounds fun but I am not old enough to drink,” I hated admitting it, but it might give me an out. “Sorry, forgot about that.” Neal loosened his arm hold as we walked, but kept it around my shoulders, and it felt nice. “But you can still have a couple tonight if you want. We got a full bar and buffet set up at Jim’s (the director) house, and I live only a few houses down from him so you can crash at my place if you’re too drunk to drive home.” “I dunno Neal,” I wanted to go but was nervous about spending time with everyone and having nothing in common. “I really do have things to get done tonight.” “If you really need to get home tonight then you can come for an hour and then you can drive my car home,” he said, defeating my defenses. “Chances are I will walk back to my place anyway once I decide I’ve had enough. Then tomorrow you can give me a ride to the show and bring my car back.” “Really?” My mind was searching for another excuse but this way I could hang out for a little while, then get home without any one worrying, and check out where Neal and Jim lived. “Okay, but I can’t stay too long.” “I know, I know,” he smiled and walked us over to his car. “You have things to do.” Pulling up outside the house I tried my hardest to seem nonchalant, but inside I was going nuts. Here we were in one of the snootiest neighborhoods in town, pulling up to the cast party for the biggest show of the year so far, and not only was I in it, but I was walking in with the star. It never occurred to me that the party would have more than just cast, but everywhere I looked I saw the local elite. Some famous, most rich, all classy. Lucky for me, Neal was pulled away as soon as we entered, so he could schmooze some big wig producers. Meanwhile the other chorus members grabbed me and pulled me out on the patio where there was a dance floor set up and lots of waiters walking around with champagne. After a few glasses and a few dances, we all decided to check out the digs, and snuck off to see the rest of the house. The ensemble guys and girls were all older than I was, some by a few years, some by a decade, but I was having a great time, especially when one of them absconded with a bottle of expensive vodka and we all snuck into Jim’s screening room to do shots. I’d forgotten all about going home when some of the others decided to go back out and dance some more. A few of the chorus boys who were fresh out of college wanted to see the bedrooms, and asked me along so I joined them. Turns out they were only looking for dirt about Neal and why we’d been hanging out so much. I laughed it off and explained that we were carpool buddies, which put it to rest, until we came upon Neal in Jim’s study and he asked to join us. The other guys were pretty drunk (although I was not far behind) and couldn’t help themselves when they noticed Neal joking with me. “So what’s all this?” One of the guys asked us. “Pete says you’re just carpool buddies, but I heard you two went shopping together and shit.” “yeah we did,” Neal said. “So? Is it too far-fetched to think we could be friends?” “But are you only friends,” the guy slurred. “Or maybe something more?” “Yeah we’ve all heard the rumors about you,” another guy added. “and you can date as many singers and ingénues as you want, but lots of your friends seem to be young guys like us.” “Well, not to fret Gents,” Neal smiled. “I promise not to make any of you my friends. Wouldn’t want any nasty rumors floating around, now would we?” “Besides,” I jumped in, feeling defensive. “If I was sleeping with the star don’t you think I’d have a bigger part?” Everyone laughed at that, even though I was being serious. “Truth is I don’t have a car and he was nice enough to gimme a ride. End of story.” With that, they dropped the subject although I am sure they had some doubts. Truth is, I had some too. Doubts about my ability to control myself around Neal, especially after hearing he might like young dudes like me. A few hours of hanging out and dancing and suddenly the party was ending. I went to get my coat when one of the actresses who had a supporting role, Lisa, grabbed me and told me to follow her. Up some stairs and past a set of glass doors and suddenly we were on a gorgeous veranda. Seated on some comfy couches around a low, glass table were the director Jim, choreographer Steele, the leading lady Rebecca , one of the chorus guys Mark, Neal and now Lisa and me. Taking a seat by Mark, I asked him what was going on, but he just shrugged and told me to “go with the flow.” Pretending like I wasn’t totally out of my league, I listened to the conversation and sipped on a cocktail handed to me by Jim before he went to retrieve something he referred to as “party favors.” Immediately I recognized the smell coming from his pipe as weed, having grown up with a hippy grandma. I’d only tried it once before, but when the pipe was passed to me I took a bigger hit than I should have and almost choked to death. Everyone got a kick out of it, but I wasn’t embarrassed since Lisa and Steele both did the same thing. Pretty soon we’d finished a couple bowls and I was melting into the sofa. Lost in thoughts of how hot Neal and Mark and Steele were, I didn’t hear when Jim asked me a question. “I said: what do you think of your first show?” He asked again. “Seems good to me.” I said, causing another round of laughs. “Got nothing to compare it to.” “Good point,” Mark said, moving in closer and patting me on the knee, before leaving his hard there to rub from my knee up and down my thigh. “Maybe I should ask you what YOU think of MY first show?” I said, feeling very deep. “I’d say you are doing an amazing job,” Steele interjected. Tall tan and ripped I found Steele to be hotter than hot and was flattered by his statement. “You’re keeping up with dudes who’ve been doing this for years and you’re only in high school.” “No shit!” Lisa piped in. “You’re in high school? I knew you looked young but damn man that’s impressive.” “I’m not in high school, I graduated early.” I tried to argue the point but it was futile. “It’s not like I’m 12 or anything.” “No one is saying that,” Rebecca, always the mature voice, chimed in. “We are just impressed at what you can do at this age. Just think about all the things you will accomplish before you’re 21.” “Yeah plus he is fucking ripped,” Neal’s comment made my dick jump despite the booze and pot flowing through me. “Dude’s got killer abs and a butt that makes sales clerks get hard ons.” “Please,” My mouth responded before my brain could catch up. “if anyone made that guy hard, it was you!” Realizing what I said, I turned bright red and tried to morph into the same color as the couch. The crowd took no notice of it and continued chatting about my looks and Neal’s, expanding from there into the rest of the cast. 20 minutes passed when Rebecca decided to call it a night and Steele, Mark and Lisa were heatedly discussing who was the hottest guy in the show. Jim walked Rebecca out while Lisa made her argument for the guy playing her love interest. “Sure he is cute,” Steele interjected. “But he is nowhere near as ripped as either of the two boys sitting on the couch.” “Thank you Steele!” Mark responded. “I’d argue that it comes down to either me, Greg (the dance captain) or Peter here. Who do you think is hottest?” “You,” I said, my eyes locking with Neal’s. Mark didn’t see that and assumed I meant him, and leaned over and kissed me before I could stop him. As stoned as I was I just giggled and covered my face with my hands, all while Mark’s hand had moved to my inner thigh and up closer to my crotch. “If you’re so hot,” Jim said, reappearing through the glass doors with another pipe in his hands. “then prove it Mark. Give us a show.” This was met with applause from Lisa, Steele, Neal and eventually, me. Once I joined in, he agreed, but told us he needed some place with better lighting. So the party moved inside to the upstairs tv room. While Mark went through Jim’s giant collection of mp4s on the house stereo system, Jim loaded a different looking bowl and took a hit before handing it to Steele and Lisa. When it got to me, I looked at it with no idea what it was before giving in and asking. “It’s tina.” Jim replied, still not making any sense to me. “Ya know, crystal?” I still wasn’t 100% sure and decided I was too fucked up as it was and passed it along to Mark who was once again seated next to me. Mark took a big hit from the pipe and then stood up and took off his shirt, revealing tight abs, firm pecs and an entirely unblemished torso except for an eagle tattoo on his right shoulder blade. He moved to the stereo to continue selecting while Lisa and Steele teased him about his tattoo. Before I realized it, the pipe had come back around but now Neal was sitting beside me, smiling and holding the pipe. “Give it a try Pete,” He whispered while the others paid no attention. “It feels really good.” “I am too fucked up already,” I argued, but leaned in closer to share in the whispering. “if I get any higher I’ll forget myself entirely.” “You talk like that’s a bad thing. Sometimes forgetting yourself is the only way to find what you really need.” He said while coming so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Just let me light it for you and take a hit. I promise it won’t make you feel bad, it might even make you feel better.” Looking at his strong chiseled face, I lost control. Clicking and sparking, the lighter burst into a small flame which Neal held to the bottom of the bowl. Clouds of white mist formed and swirled in the round end of the pipe. Neal nodded and I leaned forward and began to suck in the sour, white smoke. “Blow it in my mouth,” Neal instructed. We both leaned in and my lips grazed his as they opened, blowing the smoke into his mouth until I ran out, then pressing into his for a kiss. Pulling away I felt my world get brighter, and my mind get less foggy. While Neal took a hit, I started to remember where we were and what was happening. Suddenly his lips were on mine again and I was taking a shot gun from him, followed by a longer kiss, including a teasing with our tongues. Standing, he walked the pipe to Jim, who seemed to be torn between watching us and the other three. Looking over to see what they were up to, I wondered when I missed mark stripping down to his yellow and green bikini briefs, and when had Lisa and Steele both become topless. I laughed when Lisa made a joke about Mark’s dancing, which suddenly reminded him I was there. Bringing me the pipe, he straddled my legs and took my hand and placed it on his abs. Hitting it himself while I felt his ripped stomach, he took his time before tentatively trying to hand it to me. Neal was back next to me now, and told me to hold it to my lips while Mark lit it. I did what he asked and got an even bigger hit this time, which Mark tried to bend over and suck from my lips, but lost his balance and had to slide off of me onto the couch cushion instead. “Show us what you got Mark!” Lisa called out, now sitting on Steele’s lap, with Jim behind them, taking turns feeling her breasts and his chest. Never one to give up on a challenge, Mark pulled Neal and I over onto the loveseat next to the other three and turned on some music. Unfamiliar with the song, all I could tell you is it consisted of some pop star begging for someone to do things to her, with a very repetitive beat and overpowering baseline. He had some impressive moves, but he seemed to be trying really hard to turn me on by acting feminine, and all it did was turn me off. After a few minutes, Steele pushed Lisa off his lap and wanted to show Mark “how it’s done.” Switching over to the first techno-ish house music he could find he proved what an amazing athlete he is with all sorts of gymnastic moves, while stripping down to a black and gold pair of thong style undies. Even more cut than Mark, Steele was also much manlier and had no problem getting me hard in my pants. Steele tried passing it on to Jim, but he was too busy with his hand down Lisa’s skirt and Marks tongue playing with Jim’s dick through the material of his baggy boxer shorts. “Peter,” Jim said. “Show us what you got.” “Yeah Pete,” Neal said quietly. “I want to see what you got without a shirt in the way.” Taking a hit from the pipe, I felt bold, so I stood up, walked to the stereo and hunted for something to dance to. Originally thinking of something modern I stopped when “feelin’ good” by Sinatra popped up. As the opening strains began I turned around and slowly undid my shirt until it fell at my feet. Sliding in on and around the others on the loveseats, I somehow had them all watching me, frozen and focused entirely on my pants as I stepped onto the coffee table and worked them down my thighs, pulling a blanket off an armchair and using that to slowly uncover more and more of me until the climactic key change where I dropped the blanket. Left only in my special new undies, I twisted and turned and worked my way over to Neal, letting him reach out and brush fingers over my firm smooth butt and around over my cloth covered cock and balls. Just when I could tell all five were buzzing for me to finish I undid the Velcro and rolled down my pouch, until my hard 7 and a half inch dick popped against my abs, drooling precum down onto the floor. “Definitely the hottest,” Mark said before Jim shoved his mouth back down onto his now exposed dick. “Fuck yeah school boy,” Steele added while sliding his dick out of his thong and rubbing it over Lisa’s pussy. “I’m gonna get some of that ass tonight!” “Jim, where is the tina I brought over earlier?” Neal stopped me as I moved to join them on the couch. “In my room in the bedside table,” Jim said between moans as he face fucked Mark and felt up Steele’s ass as it slammed into Lisa’s cunt. “Pete and I are gonna go get it.” Pulling me behind him, Neal dragged me out of the tv room, down the hall and into a large bedroom, adorned with dark wood walls and a huge bed. Sitting me on the bed, Neal pulled open the bedside drawer and brought out another pipe, a bag full of crystals and a small torch. He loaded it, handed it to me and explained how to melt it, then started to hurriedly strip. When I finally got it melted and took a hit, I looked back at him just as he slid his jeans off. All he was wearing now was my briefs from that morning, and they were stretched to the maximum. Handing him the pipe, I worked to get his cock and balls through the fly while he smoked. Finally freed, his cock stood at least two inches longer than mine and was thicker than a peppermill. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” I wanted to lie as I always had and say no when he asked, but instead I just nodded yes. “I can tell. Only a virgin could see that cock and still be laying there.” “Your only job right now is to hit this,” he said, indicating the pipe he was handing me, then dropping to his knees, spreading my legs and munching my ass cheeks. I moaned and took a big hit and moaned and took another hit, and moaned and went on until I was writhing in ecstacy. Once I could take no more, Neal pounced on top of me and told me to get my hands on his cock. While I stroked it, he reached behind me and worked a shard of tina up inside me. “That burns,” I whined and wriggled as he worked some lube into my ass with it. “Good,” Neal smiled and pumped his meat into my fists. “I want to be sure you know that my dick is not meant for little boys like you. You need to feel some pain so you can understand that is nothing compared to what is going to happen. This is your last chance to say no, back down, and go back in there and try one of those average size dicks. Once you agree to stay, I will take that cherry and there will be no going back, understand me?” For a second I stopped and wondered if I was really able to do this? All I could see when I looked at my hands was a dick that I could just barely get my fingers around, long enough to fit through both and still leave a few inches uncovered, and it scared me. But then I glanced up and my eyes caught Neal’s gaze and I remembered how it felt being with him, what he was risking by being with me, and what it felt like with his hand on my shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere.” With that declaration, he tucked my legs back behind my shoulders and poured some lube on his cock. Pulling a small bottle off the side table, he unscrewed the cap and held it to his nose and inhaled. Moving it to my nose, I followed his lead and held it in. My head started swimming and I saw stars as his cock head moved in and pushed against my tight sphincter. In only seconds, but what felt like hours, it breached the hole and sunk inch by inch until slowly, and surely he worked it balls deep. I was in horrible pain, but I had nowhere to run. Hanging on for dear life, he began pulling out and pushing back in, fucking me in ernest, until we were up to a good clip. My eyes were screwed shut until I felt him lean in and kiss me, awakening me to his presence. Suddenly I relaxed a little and his cock managed to go deeper, pressing something so deep inside me that I felt orgasms exploding from every finger tip, eyelash and arm hair. Each sensation was 1000 stronger than my best jerk off session, and I forgot all about the pain just as he reached full speed. “Fuck Pete you’re so….tight…fuck!” Neal growled to me while working himself into a frenzy. I could feel my own balls contracting and knew he was getting close to. Pulling him down against me, his hairy abs stroked my smooth cock and almost hairless cock until I couldn’t hold back and screamed out. “You’re making me cum!!!” My dick exploded, coating us in teen semen, which pushed Neal over the edge. “I’m making you a man! Here it is boy, your last innocent moment. Now you are nothing but a sow to be bred by every bull that can seed you. I’m cumming!” His dick swelled so big that it somehow passed its previous record and unloaded a gallon of cum past my body and into my spirit. As high as I was, I still felt the exact moment his man seed spilled into my soul and made me crave cum for ever after. We laid on the bed, locked together for awhile after that, until my ass began to seek more cum and started to milk his dick again. That was only the first part of a night of surrendering to seeking seed, of a year of discovering my desire for deep deposits, and a lifetime of accepting my addition for any and all anal.

Fuck, you whore. You are such a filthy depraved faggot. I will actually pay for you to get the word TRASH tattooed on your lower back. or CUMDUMPSTER or just FUCKTOY

Just took a load from my black buddy who had fucked me 10 days ago. Same setup - he wanted me ass up head down blindfolded lubed, he was quicker this time, I could feel the aggressive behavior and rammed it in right away and pounded me hard, nutted in about 5 mins and left without a word. Always that feeling of accomplishing for helping a real man relieving his stress.

Love when a bottom fully surrenders and stop squirming trying to get away. They start to loosen their muscles and I can go to pound town without trying to hold him down from squirming.

I was degraded one year at Folsom Street. I was put on my knees naked and used as a urinal. A device was attached to my mouth and people would come by piss into it or my face.

You can get pozzed by missing 2 doses of prep, it's just the chances are very slim. Prep itself isn't 100% effective, just damn close.

The other day I had a date with a guy who got tied up in a job interview. So having a few minutes to kill, I decided to go to the local adult bookstore and get some necessary items like poppers and a butt plug. When I got to the bookstore (no arcade), there was a guy sitting in his truck in the parking lot. He looked at me as I went in and then he came in. He looked over at me and I looked him in the eye and it was obvious what he wanted. I left the bookstore and went to my car and he pulled out behind me. I pulled onto a side street and he pulled in behind me in a parking lot and pulled his truck up next to my car. Rolling the window down, he said a hesitant hello. I said hi and asked what he was looking for. He stammered and then I jumped in and told him I liked to get fucked. He asked me if I wanted to come over to his vehicle and I said yes. I climbed into his truck and he said he did not have a place to go and I told him I lived a distance out of town. He then drove to a parking lot near a local college and parked in the parking lot. It was on a hill and had a very good view of oncoming traffic. He also had tinted windows but I could see in when he came up next to me and was sure anyone passing by could see in as well. He told me that he liked being pleased and wanted me to take all my clothes off but by tee and briefs. I did as I was told. Sitting there in my underwear, I became extremely aroused and my cock started to grow. I reached down and rubbed and he grabbed my hand. He told me not to touch my cock that he was going to rip my briefs off and shove them in my mouth if I did. Once again, I did as I was told. I reached over and put my hand on his crotch and felt a massive tool bulging inside his jeans. He undid his zipper and lowered his pants and he had a cock that was about 8" long and very very fat. I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He said he did not want to hurt me and I told him I could take his cock. Not here he said. He pulled his pants up and started his truck. He drove across town to his office and said we could go in there. When we arrived not everyone had left so he said we would drive someplace else. We drove to a development which was under construction and, parking among the vehicles of the construction workers, he made me lick his balls. They were very fat, low hanging balls and all I wanted to do was feel them slapping against my ass. I started to rub my cock and he reached over and grabbed my briefs. He said he had warned me as he ripped them off me and shoved them in my mouth. He then got out of the truck and opened the passenger door. Jerking me out of the truck, he grabbed my tee and ripped it off as well. I was standing there wearing nothing but the elastic band from my jockey shorts as he bent me over the seat and proceeded to put some spit on the head of his cock. He put the thick mushroom head against my hole and shoved the entire girth of his cock in my ass. It did hurt like hell for a moment but then I got use to his animalistic thrusts and enjoyed every second of the assault. I did not notice that he had not bothered to put a condom on and was fucking me raw. This is the way I like it as I usually get fucked bareback. I reached around and felt his bare cock slamming in and out of me and this turned me on so much that I begged him to cum in my ass. He rammed even harder and told me to beg for it. I did as that was all I could possible think of was getting his cum in my ass. I felt his cock get harder and harder and knew he was about to cum, so I tightened up the muscles on my ass as I felt him squirt hot gobs of his thick white cum inside me. He pulled out and took what was left of my tee shirt and wiped-off his cock. We were both startled when two constructions workers came-up behind him asked if he minded it they got tail. He told them to be his guest and the first one stepped up behind me and lowered his pants. I could see his cock was nice one, if not quite as fat as the one I had just had. He said he didn't have a condom and the man who had just fucked me told me to take his cum in my ass as well. As the man pumped my ass, I surmised he would cum very quickly - and he did. As he stepped away the other construction worker (a black guy) stepped up for his turn. I was very very impressed with the size of his cock and knew I needed to do a hit of poppers for him. His tool was probably over 10" and fat. I did a hit of poppers as he walked up and without any hesitation, put the head of his cock on my cum lubed hole and slammed his entire cock inside me. I begged for him to cum in my ass and knew that he was shoving the other two guys cum as far up inside me as he could. He fucked me for a while and then grabbed my waist and I knew he was going to flood my ass. I begged for his cum in my ass as well as he exploded inside me. I could feel his cock spasm as his jizz squirted deep in my guts. I grabbed my cock and jerked it a few times and shot cum all over the ground. The guy who owned the truck took what was left of my underwear and wiped me clean. I took the butt plug from the bag of goodies I had bought and he inserted it for me. I did not want to lose any of the cum in my ass as my bf likes for me to take loads from other guys and then let him fuck me. Needless to say, I did not make it to see the first guy I was going to see, but I did go home with a lot of cum in my ass and when I told my bf the story, I got the fucking of my life.