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#5 was a young cub. Very cute, very inocent. After all the fucking was done he chatted with me, telling me he was 21. He was pozzed the first time he was fucked which was the day of his 18th birthday. It had not been his plan, it just happened. He was so in lust with the 35 year old he met at his local cruising park that when asked to drop his pants and lean against a tree he did. The guy proceeded to eat the kids ass and this felt so good he just wanted whatever the guy had to offer. Next came a tounge fuck and then 1,2,3 fingers. When those disappeared for a moment the kid thought he'd done something wrong. He was greatly relieved when a bigger finger, he thought it was the thumb, pushed into his virgin hole. When the penetrating object was clearly too big for a thumb he was just enjoying the sensation to much to ask questions. Then the fuck started and there was no desire to turn back. The guy had not pistoned for very long before the kid began to feel warm and wet inside. The guy kissed him on the neck, pulled out and walked away. Only then did the cub put a finger to his hole and realize the guy had cum in him. He Immediately knew he shouldn't have allowed this, but every part felt so good. Before he got his pants pulled up a fifty year old pot bellied daddy with sunken cheeks stepped in behind him asking; "That was so fuckin hot kid. Can I have a turn?" Without thinking beyond 'one was fun, why not another ' the kid said, "Awe ... I guess so ... sure. " and leaned back into the tree. This guys average size cock slid in raw and soon was pumping a load deep into the delighted cub. That fuck had attracted a crowd and before he left the woods he had six more loads from six strangers marinating in his guts. He went back every day for a week and a half. Often being bred by new strangers, often by repeats and the pot bellied man with the sunken cheeks never missed a day of breeding the kid. The only reason he took a break was he woke up soaked with a high fever feeling like he'd been hit by a Mac truck. He knew Immediately what he was suffering from but didn't tell his folks. When he was well enough he ran away from home and had no trouble making his way by selling his ass. That's how he'd first met my generous benefactor. He'd rarely topped, but for a newbie he gave me a good, if not short, ride before blasting me full of his never medicated poz cum. Fuck me, what was I thinking. I should have had far more sense than that naive cub kid. But in this moment I completely understood how the thirst for a load, any load just takes over. And let's face it ,,, I wasn't fooling anyone including myself. I was especially enjoying knowing the fucking huge risk I was talking.

This all happened some time ago now - in the mid 2000s when I was still together with my partner. I was down on the south coast of England for a two day professional conference which was taking place in Brighton. I had been a few times before and it was generally quite a good conference. In the evening of the first day there was a meal and networking/social event which I was not so keen on, and I decided if I got the chance I would duck out of the evening event and go and have some fun somewhere. Shortly after I arrived at the conference I ran into a former colleague. Andy and I had worked together for nine months about three years earlier, when he had joined the company I was with to cover a colleague's maternity leave. Andy and I had got on very well and had found we had a lot in common. He was quite straight acting and I had initially been surprised to learn he was gay and lived with his partner. We had worked late together a few times, and one thing had led to another. Andy had confessed that he was a bit bored in his relationship - his partner was exclusively a bottom and, although this suited Andy most of the time, he did like to get fucked now and then. I also got the impression that Andy found his partner a bit unadventurous - he told me his partner didn't like rimming him and he missed that. Andy and I had been flirting for some time and one night we were left on our own in the office and one thing led to another. Within minutes of our last colleague leaving the building, Andy and I were kissing hard. I could feel his cock pushing against his trousers as we kissed and I wasted no time in unzipping his work trousers and pulling them down to his knees along with his pants. Andy had a nice big cock and I took it into my mouth and began to suck him. He sighed and took my head in his hands gently as I sucked him. "Oh fuck, that feels so good!" he moaned as I continued to suck him. A few minutes later, Andy was bent over the desk, his pants and trousers down and his arse in the air and I was pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right into his arsehole. He moaned as I rimmed him and then he turned round and I sucked him again. He told me then how much he wanted me to fuck him and asked me if I had a condom. I told him I had some lube but didn't have any condoms. I tried hinting that I might be up for doing it without a condom but Andy was clear - he wouldn't cheat on his boyfriend and not use a condom. In the end, I sucked him off and fingered his arse and as I pushed my finger right up him, he shot a massive load of cum into my mouth. Andy grinned at me as we both pulled up our pants. "I'm definitely bringing a condom next time!" The next time we were alone in the office I fucked him. At his request, I used a condom and after that we fucked regularly during the rest of his time with us. Mostly we stayed late and fucked in the office, and when this wasn't possible, we fucked in some woods near the office. Although I was now starting to fuck bare more and more, Andy and I always used condoms. I hadn't seen Andy for a few years when we met up at the conference and soon we were having lunch together and catching up. Andy was still with his partner and said he was quite happy. I got the impression that he was still a bit bored sexually though and a little later he suggested that we both ditch the social event in the evening and maybe go for a drink and something to eat and "maybe spend some time together." I guessed that meant that Andy might be up for some fun and I was definitely up for that. I was mostly fucking bareback now and and I wondered if there was any chance of getting Andy to let me fuck him without a condom. I didn't think it likely, but I always think there's no harm in trying! That evening, Andy and I went to a gay bar with a terrace which looked on to the sea. They served food and soon we were enjoying a good meal and catching up properly. Andy was on good form and once again I was enjoying his company. A little later I noticed we were getting cruised by a couple of guys at the next table. They both looked to be in their mid 30s and both looked quite fit. One was dark haired and quite stocky and the other was a skinhead. Andy had noticed them too and commented on it with a grin, saying if he got the chance he would spread his legs for the skinhead guy. I grinned at him. Andy had had a few drinks by now and his tongue was somewhat loosened. He suggested inviting the two guys over and I told him to go for it. The two guys joined us and proved to be good company. The dark haired stocky guy was called Aiden and the other guy was Sam. After a few more drinks the talk turned to sex. They had asked us if we were a couple and we had said no, just colleagues and then they asked us if we had ever had fun together and we admitted that we had. They told us they were just friends and were out tonight looking for some fun. Andy was flirting heavily with the skinhead guy and I could see the evening might end up with him pairing up with Sam and me with Aiden. To tell the truth, I was really excited by Aiden and I had every intention of letting him fuck me bareback if he wanted me to. After another round of drinks, our talk became more explicit. Aiden said that the two of them liked to go bareback and asked us if we were up for that. To my surprise Andy said "Fuck, yeah!" without hesitation. Aiden looked at me and I nodded "Me too!" I said. The two guys looked at each other and Aiden said "So, you like it risky?" Again it was Andy who said yes first. Aiden and Sam exchanged glances and then Aiden leaned forward and said "Just how risky do you like it?" "What do you mean?" I asked, cautiously. Aiden and Sam exchanged another glance and then they told us. One of them was negative and recently tested, and the other was HIV positive and not on any meds. The one who was positive and not on meds had a viral load that had "gone through the roof." And they weren't going to tell us which was which. I was shocked and I could tell Andy was too. But I was also turned on - more turned on than I had been for a long time. Aiden and Sam said they would go for some drinks and leave us alone for a moment. It was Andy who spoke first. "I'm so fucking hard!" he said "So fucking hard!" He pulled back from the table for a moment and I could see his cock sticking right up in his trousers. I told him I was hard too. "I want to do it." he said "I really want to do it!" I swallowed "So do !!" When Aiden and Sam came back, we told them it was game on. I didn't quite know what to think. I had fucked bareback quite a bit over the years and I knew the risks, but I can honestly say until that moment I had never knowingly chased . Now I couldn't wait to get my pants off and take what might be a high viral load up my arse! I was more turned on than I had ever been - not just at the thought of what I was about to do, but at the thought that Andy, who had always been so adamant about safe sex, was going to do it too! We finished our drinks and made our way back to the hotel where both Andy and I were staying and soon we had all piled into my room. This was an added turn on - I had assumed that Aiden and I would use my room and Andy and Sam would use Andy's room. I was now more turned on than ever! Aiden and Sam were in control now. They both got their cocks out and told us to suck them. Andy and I both obeyed and it was a real turn on to see Andy sucking Sam's cock as I took Aiden's into my mouth and began to suck him. After we had sucked them for a while, they both knelt up on the bed and told us to lick their arses. Aiden had a really fit arse, firm and hairy and I wasted no time in getting my tongue right up his hairy hole. He moaned and I pushed my tongue as far up him as I could. From the sounds Sam was making, I could tell that Andy was making a good job of licking out his hole too. After a while, they told us to strip off and then told us to bend over the bed and let them see our holes. I was hard as a rock as we both bent over and pulled our cheeks apart, exposing our arseholes to the two guys - and I could see that Andy was too. I couldn't wait to see Andy take it bareback and for him to see me taking it too! A short time later I got what I wanted - I was kneeling up on the bed and Aiden was pushing his big, thick cock up my unprotected arse. I heard a groan from Andy and looked over to where he too was kneeling on the bed taking a big bare cock up his arse. I was so fucking turned on! The two guys began to fuck and I can honestly say I could not remember when I had enjoyed a fuck so much. I had a perfect view of Andy, who was on his back now, being fucked by Sam's big, thick cock and he was moaning "Fuck me, oh fuck me, please fuck me!" as Sam began to fuck him harder. They fucked us for what seemed like a long time and I could tell they were both getting close. It would soon be too late for either Andy or I to change our minds - but I had no intention of changing my mind and it didn't look like Andy had either. He was begging Sam to breed him telling him how much he wanted it. "Do you want it too?" asked Aiden as he continued to thrust hard up my arse. "Yes!" I moaned "I want it too!" A short time later I got it! It was one of these times when I could actually feel the cum pumping into my arse - and the knowledge that it might be highly toxic cum just seemed to make the whole experience even hornier! Andy was now also being bred and was almost crying as he told Sam how much he wanted it and how much he deserved it. I didn't think things could get any hornier as Aiden pulled out of my arse, but he motioned to me to lie on my back and then he lifted my legs up and I felt his big hard cock push up my arse again. Sam was still inside Andy and he began to thrust his cock into Andy's arse, slowly at first and then a little bit harder. We were both being fucked again! This time they fucked Andy and I side by side, both on our backs with our legs in the air, both cheating on our partners and both knowing that we might already be infected with HIV! When they had both dumped another load up us, Aiden and Sam got dressed and left Andy and I lying on the bed, covered in sweat and cum, both our arseholes wrecked! The next morning Andy and I were both back at the conference - smartly dressed and looking professional as ever. As I sat next to Andy listening to the conference speakers, I was still incredibly turned on by what we had done and even more turned on by the knowledge that either Andy was going home to his partner with a special gift up his arse, or I was!

Martin My mind was racing about master having hiv, but then I realized that we weren’t doing anything directly so it wouldn’t be a big deal. Over the weekend I found myself constantly bouncing on any seat to make the oversized butt plug rub my prostate. On Sunday when I took it out to use the bathroom I had to go buy poppers just so I could get it back in. When I went over to masters house we did pretty much the same thing as always he stretched my hole gave me some g and did some light fisting. We fell into a pattern of this, interspersed with me watching him poz random twinks who had come to his bar to get hiv. Master explained to me that he ran a bar for hiv positive people to feel free to hangout and be who they were. This sometimes included initiating new members. As the summer went on my vists to master got more frequent till I was there nearly every day. It was around this point that I hit a plateau. I had been taking the same toys for weeks and couldn’t get any bigger. That was when master suggested trying a special lube to help me stretch. “This lube is what all the professionals use but it has something in it that you might be afraid of” master said gently as he stood in front of my gaping hole. “What is it master” “Methamphetamine” “No way that’s super bad for you” I replied hastily “Oh no it isn’t sweet boy, that’s just what the media tells you but for bottom sluts like you it’s actually essential” master said comfortingly “it’s exactly what you need to reach the next level baby ok?” “Yes master” I said hesitantly “Good boy” he said as he began to squirt the lube into me. He started working it deeper with his fist when I felt a burning then a rush came over me. I felt fucking amazing and my hole felt empty “Fuck fill me up master” I moaned needing to be full. I felt him push hs arm deeper and then felt more pressure against my cunt ring. I looked up at the mirror just in time to see his second arm slip in. He pulled his other arm back and locked his hands together inside me. The meth combined with the stretching sent waves of pleasure through me and I started writhing in a orgasm only to look down and see my cock was not only soft but somewhat shriveled as it leaked cum. I don’t know how many times I came that night but at the end master made me a suggestion. “ your cock looked amazing all shriveled up boy” master said as we sat naked on his couch “I know it’s still completely soft now too” I said leaning on masters thick hairy chest still spinning from the meth “ we could keep it that way all the time so it would get even smaller.” He said rubbing my shriveled cock like a clit. “ I think I’d like that master” I said as he stood up to go get something and came back with a pink cock cage “Here we are” he said as he locked my cock into it “ now I’ll just keep the key with me so it’s safe alright boy” “Yeah that sounds good” I said as I began to get dressed.

The guy that drew number 4 place was my idea of a perfect dream fuck. 6' 3", natural Mediterranean tan, thick mat of black hair on his chest, arms, shoulders, back and ass. Probably 200 pounds of solid muscle. Full beard and mustache on his handsome smiling face. I'd been watching him interact with the other guys. He was that special sort of person that connected with everyone as if they were the only person in the room. In the gaze of his beautiful big brown eyes your heart couldn't help but melt. He was the only one to speak to me before we made out. "I hear you are very generous in supporting a cause very close to each of us guys. I'm delighted to meet you. " and he leaned in and kissed me. I responded"The pleasure is all mine. Besides your friend was amazingly generous , I needed to say thanks to him. And I feel like I just keep getting more, fuckin awesome, thanks. " His deep baritone voice made every hair on my body stand on edge. "Well I look forward to gifting you some more. " And with that my legs were lifted over his shoulders and his 8 inch raw manhood was eased into my eager ass. Balls deep he checked to be sure I was OK. Then he kissed square on the lips and it began. We didn't fuck ... we made love. He was an awesome combination of gentle yet firm, strong yet tender. Between passionate kisses he cooed his enjoyment of my wet hot ass in my ear. I couldn't help but moan my pleasure and excitement. This was so enjoyable, I lost track of time. I also didn't want it to end. Finally I noticed his pace pick up and for the first time he wasn't hugging me chest to furry chest. I watched his beautiful smiling face and took in his powerful hairy torso. That's when I saw the tattoo hiding in his thick black hair just under his left collar bone. A four inch biohazard! I quickly looked under the other collar bone and sure enough there was another tattoo, a six inch scorpion. He didn't miss the look on my face, smiled and nodded as if to say without words, 'yup, I'm about to gift you for life!'. As I was frantically wanting to pull away, reverse this course, I heard my voice; "Fuck yeah, cum in my ass, poz my negative ass, knock me up you gorgeous stud." He was blasting away before I was half way through my declaration. I was in the midst of a hands free orgasm spray both our faces, chests and stomachs. Meanwhile my ass was also orgasming, milking his dangerous tool. I counted eight pulses from his toxic canoon. When I caught my breath I moaned, "Holy fuck man, you just pozzed my vulnerable ass didn't you?" He responded, "Well yeah. But that was the third unmedicated poz load to paint your guts tonight." The sunken face daddy and the albino raised their hands and smiled. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach. I had three strangers poz loads in my ass which was definitely stretched, torn and incredibly vulnerable after being fucked by the handsome bear's mammoth cock. My handsome prince then spoke again. "3 highly toxic loads in you, and 4 more yet to come. I hope you knew when you offered yourself tonight you would be leaving knocked up. That or you have incredible luck if you're not chasing. " I sighed, " Fuck man! I’m not chasing! But this is fucking incredible . Thanks "

I peed and had a quick shower being sure to keep my ass tight. I didn't want the handsome bear's cum to be anywhere but in my gut. When I left the bathroom through the bedroom door I walked into a full fledged orgy of 8 smoking hot guys. How had I not heard any of this? Guys were sucking and fucking everywhere. The host was legs up on his back being fucked by the cutest blonde cub. When he saw me he gently tapped the cub off him,stood and raised his hand. Silence decended on the room before he spoke for all to hear. "The orgy is over boys. Our guest of honor is here. " Walking over and placing a hand on my shoulder he continued. "He's stretched and prelubed with my cum. And he's here for all your loads. No questions asked, no load refused. He's negative and not on PreP. Draw a number from this jar to determine the order you get to breed his ass." #! Was a very tall, hairless albino. His cock was a nice thickness and ten inches with no curve. He waisted not time slipping it into me as I lay on the side of the king size bed my feet in the air. No for play, no kissing, nothing. Straight in and right to fucking. His only words about 12 strokes in, "I don't last long ." True to his word he was unloading. Only when he finished cumming did he bend down and kiss me. As he pulled out he declared for all to hear, "Next." And the next guy was almost his complete opposite. 5' 4", black, muscular, with a rock solid 5 inch cock that curved up and to the right. This guy started by sucking my cock for a bit followed by some sensual kissing as he guided his raw rod into my cummy ass. Once balls deep he instructed me that his tits were wired to his cock. I latched onto both of them with my hands. He may have been smaller in stature but his fuck was more powerful and lasted 10 minutes. Then he asked; "You ready?" I eagerly responded; "Cum in me, breed my ass. " And he did with ten powerful convulsions! #3 appeared to be in his mid sixties. Still in good physical shape, a life long gym bunny I suspect. Although fit his handsome face did seem a bit gaunt and sunken. He was moderately hairy with an amazing bubble but. His cock was hard and quite average. He kissed me on the lips as he wasted no time mounting me once again missionary. Watching his face as he raw dogged me I thought, 'this is the one,. He'll declare his status poz as he breeds me'. But no. When I could tell he was close he spoke up. "I'm ready slut. Tell me you want it inside. " "Fuck yeah man, cum in me!" He howled like a wolf as blast after blast shot into me. Four fuckin strangers loads mixed in my ass in less than 1 hour. This was amazing. I suspected one was poz but was surprised he didn't say so. Maybe not. Maybe I was going to get away with my foolhardy offer. I really wasn't chasing, but fuck the excitement of the danger was bloody awesome. At least four more loads to go. How might the Russian Roulette Wheel spin. With four loads I just wanted more. My attitude was an enthusiastic, 'bring those raw cocks and loads boys!'

So this past weekend, I stopped at Adult Bookstore on the way home from a party...it was about 1am and the parking lot was full of pervert's cars..YES! I barely got my fucking truck parked and already had to adjust my hog in my jeans cause I was hard as a rock! Went into the booths and, right away, noticed a line for a booth in the back. So I ask this bro leaving what gives? He responded saying that a MF couple was playing in the adjoining booth and she's giving pussy through the gloryhole! Well as I got closer the last guy in line was a young good looking cowboy...tall, 6'2, white bro, with the brown curly mullet hair sticking out from back of his baseball cap....and if his Levi's, with a rodeo belt buckle,got any tighter his bubble butt would pop! So I struck up a conversation with him as I got in line...not so much for the pussy but, since I'm behind this cowboy, I just might get to see him fuck pussy through the gloryhole. The booth was the type with no doors as you walked in and made a turn into the booth. So once we got up to the booth, the dude in front of the cowboy, didn't take two seconds to bust and so the cowboy slid fast into the booth and I was right behind him to " guard the door!" This stud was in heaven as he licked her tit through the hole and then proceeded to drop his jeans with "clink" heard from beltbuckle hitting the floor that echoed through the entire store. He took that anaconda of a dick and stuck it right into the hole! He turned his head as he rested against the wall and said that she was giving him head...well that was my indication that we had bro bonded and I slapped that bubblebutt and said alright Hoss! He started to slowly grind his hips, closed his eyes, and moaned. I moved closer and asked if that bj was good then rested my hand on his lower back...the guy was in Nirvana ...said it was the best...I slowly started rubbing his slowly moving bubblebutt and he said fuck yes...I wasn't sure if he was talking about me or the chick...but it was apparent he was having a good time...after a few minutes, I whispered in his ear that he had a hot ass..I loved rubbing it....the bro gave the typical straight bro response, that he never had a guy play with his butt and as long as the chick was playing with him on the other side..he didn't mind my attention. He made clear he wasn't gay and didn't want his ass fucked...I told him I totally understood! When he finally moaned that he was fucking her, I squatted behind that huge mound of ass and pulled those beautiful buns apart! It was like a river of beautiful butt hair and I immediately zoned onto that asshole and begun to eat it out! Smelled like soap and tasted great! He was so into getting the nut...he moaned louder when I reached between his legs and held his tight ballsack...this stud was gonna blow for sure! A minute later, as I worked in tandem with the anonymous chick in getting this guy off, he blew his bare load into her cunt and his hole tightened around my mouth and tongue. I didn't stop holding his balls until he pulled out of the gloryhole! He turned to pull his pants up and I quickly asked if I could clean his dick off..he laughed, put his hands on his hips and said have at it! I went down on that dick and cleaned and sucked like my life depended on it! After he got to sensitive for it, he started laughing! I was smiling in bliss and said I didn't see this happening tonight. He responded that he didn't either...he had read on some swinger app or site that this MF couple was gonna be here and thought if he was lucky he'd get pussy but, he never thought he'd get ass eaten out! He loved it and he didn't even care if was a guy! I laughed and said that what goes on in the ABS, stays at the ABS! After we walked outta the booth..we bumbed knuckles and told each other to take care...so what about my nut? Well, I ran right into the MF couple coming out of the booth....I said fuck yeah! Yall rocking it tonight! This beautiful chick asked if I played with her in the booth...I said no but, I helped her get a cowboy off! Her eyes lit up and she said you where the one in the booth with guy that had the huge BWC! I said that was me! She responded that she knew he wasn't alone and saw my hand holding his nutsack as he pulled back from the gloryhole after he had cummed in her. But only could see his ass after he turned. I proceeded to tell her what happened and she loved it. She winked at her male companion and introduced him as her husband. 6'5, football quarterback build, with pecs from hell! As I said hello, she left and he immediately said that he needed to get off and did I mind helping him out and that she didn't mind at all. He loved watching get fucked in the booths and it was traditional for him to get head from guy! We found a booth! I blew that guy , once again like my life depended on it, and swallowed that load. He immediately dropped and swallowed my dick! I can tell you it was some of the best head! As I started to cum, I opened my eyes and his wife was standing there just watching and smiling. After we were done she slid me a card with their names and phone numbers. They said they owned a gym and when they told me that, I grabbed his right pec and squeezed! Saying that explains the these pecs! She said well we can tell you work out too...then offered me a job as a personal trainer and invited me to play with them or him again!

My point is: Unless I'm mistaken, every one of these decisions had Trump's three appointees in the majority, and most were either 5-4 or 6-3. If the asshole Democrats who whined that they couldn't bring themselves to vote for the email lady because they just didn't like her enough had actually VOTED for her, especially in the three critical states (PA, WI, MI), those appointments would have been hers, not Trump's. (Or at the very least, two of them would have been - the holdover vacancy for Scalia's seat and the one opened up by Ginsburg's death). Roe wouldn't be overturned, nor would any of these other horrible decisions have been made. We wouldn't be waiting for the inevitable case that guts most of the protection that Obergefell gave to same-sex marriage. And so on. So for god's sake, people: LEARN THE LESSON. I don't care how much you think Biden's too old, VOTE FOR HIM. I don't care if you think he's too soft on Israel; VOTE FOR HIM. Even re-electing him won't solve all these problems, but if we DON'T re-elect him, the oldest conservatives are going to retire and get replaced by Trump-appointed young judges who'll be even more thoroughly vetted to go along with whatever the administration wants. And we'll be screwed for another 30 years.

Just got gangbanged at this cruising park nearby. Had one dude give me a ride to the park in exchange for letting him breed me. Within 15 min of getting to the park there was 3 dudes waiting to get their turns. The one with the biggest dick, I convinced to take his condom off. To make a short story shorter I ended up with 7 loads and dry cum running down my legs in 2 hours at the cruising area. Pretty good night I’d say.

My boy and I were invited to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. They've always been strange around us together, and I thought why not give them one last chance. We flew to my parents' city a few days before Turkey Day to relax, and see some old friends. My mom and dad were both at work the day before Thanksgiving, so my boy and I fucked like animals all over the house, our room, in my parents' bed, the kitchen, and I even fucked him raw over the dining room table. We've been sharing our assholes with a few friends, POZ, and POZ-friendly, for a few months now, and haven't been tested, and we totally get off on the chance that we might POZ each other. Anyway, as I was shooting my questionable load up my boy's ever-loosening hole, he shot his load all over my mother's antique tablecloth. I was mopping up his spooge when he suggested we try to line up some more raw cock for each other to enjoy. I remembered an adult book store on the other side of town, where I used to give head when I was in my teens. I had a naughty idea, and fingered his possibly-POZ load into my hole with two fingers and told him about some raunchy times I had at this bookstore growing up. We ran back to our room, donned black jockstraps, got dressed, and jumped in the car. I thought it might be jumping at the bookstore, with all of the college kids home for the holidays, not to mention the Navy base nearby, but it was oddly quiet. No cars in the parking lot, only the booth attendant, who had been there forever. I wondered if he remembered shooting his load down my throat through a glory hole when I was in High School. I did. With our holes lubed with each other's cum, we went into neighboring booths and sucked each other through the hole. After a while someone finally entered the booth on the other side of my boy. Some guy stuck his cut wang through the gloryhole. My boy went to town on it, deepthroating this massive cock in one thrust. He was making gagging noises for the other guy's benefit, and with the way he was thrusting, he seemed to enjoy it, grunting and panting. I wanted a closer look, so I opened my door, and headed into the booth with my boy. The john in the next booth shot a big wet load all over my boy's face and he swallowed as much of it as he could catch, wiping the rest off with his hand and fingering the rest of it into his gooey hole. Then, the guy lowered his face to the hole, so we could see his mustache and mouth. He whispered, “Feed me your cock. I haven't sucked dick in forever!” My boy, with his hard dripping tool, stood up and shoved as hard as he could into his new friend's mouth. This guy must have been a total amateur, and had trouble swallowing more than just my boy's head. My boy can be patient, but not when he wants to get off. He said, “Dude, this isn't working for me. Give me your hole.” There were a few moments of silence, then the guy shuffled around for a second, thrust a wrapped condom through the hole, and backed up his sweaty hairy ass. My boy chuckled, and made a noisy show of unwrapping the rubber and rolling into onto his dick. I was so horny. I'd never seen my boy top in all of the years we'd been together. I'd seen him take dozens of cocks in his hungry hole, but never top. He was grinning ear to ear, and must have been really close to getting off, if he was willing to wrap up for it. In fact, it would be the first time in months that either one of us had used a condom. I looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He just winked back at me. He spit on the his wrapped cock a few times, and shoved his dick balls-deep into his new friend in one fell swoop. The guy must have not been ready to take dick as much as he was squirming, and grunting on the other side of the wall. There was also a bit of shit stuck to the condom as he pulled out. He thrust back and forth a few times, and whispered, “Dude, I can't keep it up with this fucking rubber. I'm taking it off, but I'll pull out before I cum.” Another wink. He ripped off the condom, and wiped some of the cum out of his hole onto his raw, possibly POZ dick, and shoved back in all the way. Once they got a good rhythm going, this slutty bottom started in on the dirty talk. “Oh yeah! Gimme your raw cock. Fill me up with your spunk! Give me your babies!!!” That got me harder than a rock, so I lined up with my boy's cummy drippy hole, and slid right in when he pulled back from his new friend's raw hole. We barely missed a beat, and I let my boy do all the work, bouncing off my dick as he fucked this stranger through the hole. He whispered, “Dude, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?” “Deep in my cunt!,” we heard a raspy voice reply. “Here is cums! Take my load!!!” He thrust forward four or five times and shot his load deep in this stranger's guts, letting it seep in. I came immediately, and filled my boy's hole again, well lubed with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and this stranger's cum. My boy shuddered as his new friend went to work cleaning the cum and shit off of my boy's sloppy cock. I was so proud of him for topping, and so proud of him for being so sneaky to get his load in this guy. A few seconds later, the guy on the other side of the wall shoved a folded piece of paper with a number on it, with a note saying, “Call me. Next time we can fuck face to face.” Then the phone number. We heard the guy zip up and his booth open. I peeked out as he was leaving, and saw a man about my height, walking away quickly. The next morning, after breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, sitting next to me on the sofa, as we watched the goddamn parade with my parents, my boy wrote a text message to this guy's number saying, “My hole is hungry. Can you get away from your family?” He showed me his phone, winked in that filthy way of his, and clicked send. Imagine my shock when a few seconds later my Dad's work Blackberry went off. Had he not looked so flustered, then quickly left the of the room, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. A minute or so later my boy's phone vibrated with a response. “I NEED your cum. My gay son is here with his boyfriend. Should I try to arrange a four way?” My boy turned tomato red and handed me his phone. My Dad came back in the room as a I typed a response and clicked send. It read. “Dad, it will be a three-way. And you may get POZZED. Again.”

They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...

Beauty is definitely on the inside! It doesn't matter how big that dick is OR how good looking you are if you're ugly on the inside...you UGLY!

I know many people who watched the debate last night may have concerns that the President isn't as sharp (or wasn't last night, at least) as we'd hope. People can argue whether he was overprepared and tired, or not, but two things stood out to me about last night, and a separate one this morning. First, there's still no comparison between the ranting lies of the GOP candidate and the perhaps unsteady performance by the Democrat. Aside from the fact that the latter will be surrounded by competent people giving him sound advice and guidance, compared with the idiocy and vindictiveness that would permeate a second Trump White House, one man was clearly a better person than the other, and that's really never been in doubt. Second, we're still months from the election, and I don't see any way Trump's mental state is going to improve; we're in for months of batteries on electric boats electrocuting people trying to escape shark attacks and not being able to get water to the washing machines we use for dishes, and how anyone could, in good conscience, put that kind of babbling idiot in charge of licking stamps, much less the nuclear codes, is beyond me. And now for today. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday of this week, the Supreme Court announced assorted opinions, and given that Trump appointed one-third of the justices currently serving, it's well worth laying at his feet some of the utter destruction they're levying. Here's a quick run-down of some of the most dreadful. SEC v. Jarkesy. The Court gutted the ability of the SEC to levy civil penalties for securities fraud - ruling that you have to have a jury trial. It's already very difficult to schedule federal jury trials even under ordinary circumstances (which is part of why so many cases get pleaded down); now, the guys on Wall Street who commit fraud will go scot-free except when there are sufficient resources to get a jury trial. Moreover, this is the kind of decision that tends to "spread" to other agencies, so look for a massive gutting of the government's ability to fine wrongdoers across a huge swath of agencies. Ohio v. EPA. The Court blocked enforcement of EPA rules that sought to step in when state rules did not adequately protect neighboring states' environments under existing federal law. Basically, states with impermissibly lax environmental laws can keep polluting even if it affects other states, until a final determination by the courts - the EPA can't intervene in the meantime to limit the problem. Snyder v. US. The Court held that federal bribery law for state and local officials only applies if the government can prove that the bribed person agreed to take an action before taking the bribe. So shaking down someone for a bribe after the fact, once you took action to benefit them, is perfectly kosher as far as the federal bribery law is concerned. Even when, as in this case, the local official went to the company he "helped" and openly declared he needed money. City of Grants Pass, Oregon v. Johnson. The Court held that a local government can completely ban outdoor sleeping/camping within its limits, even when no homeless shelter exists, thus allowing them to simply either imprison or export its homeless population. Fischer v. United States. The most severe cases arising out of the January 6 insurrection involved charges where the defendants were convicted of attempting to interfere with an official proceeding. Despite the fact that the intent was clear - they wanted to force a change in the counting of electoral votes - the Court held that a conviction therein had to involve either destruction or falsification of actual records (like shredding documents or forging signatures). And now the big one - Loper Bright Enterprises v. Raimondo. This is what you'll see called the "Chevron" case (although Chevron isn't a party to this case; it's a reference to a case from decades ago). Back in the Reagan administration, Chevron sued the feds over a regulation that interpreted a statute Congress had passed, a statute that was ambiguous on certain points. The Court in Chevron said that when federal law was ambiguous, courts should defer to the interpretation of the federal agencies as long as those interpretations were reasonable (because the agencies have experts, which the courts are not). At the time, conservatives LOVED Chevron, because the GOP had the presidency and they thought they'd have it forever (remember the boasts of a "permanent Republican majority"?). And in the early 1980's, the federal courts still had lots of moderate Nixon appointees and a lot of Carter ones, so the GOP didn't trust the "liberal" federal courts to rule for them. Better to cut them out of it and let our agencies decide things! But then reality intervened, and Bush I only managed one term (followed by two terms of Clinton). Skipping past Bush II for the moment (he won re-election primarily because we were at war), we then had two terms of Obama (followed by one term of Trump). In other words, the GOP is having trouble maintaining control of the executive branch. And since most of the officials in the executive branch agencies are career civil servants, not political appointees (for now), it turned out that experts didn't always agree with what the right wing/big business wanted. So targeting Chevron became the big cause for conservatives. What Roe was to the pro-forced-birth crowd, Chevron has become for big business. And today, with Loper Bright, Chevron has been expressly overturned - federal courts now can decide for themselves what the "right" interpretation of an ambiguous federal law is. Which, in practice, means that every time big business doesn't like a decision of a Democratic administration agency, they'll run to a hand-picked Trump-appointed judge, usually in Texas, and get an injunction against enforcing that regulation. Then he'll rule the entire set of regulations is unconstitutional, the right-wing Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals (which oversees Texas) will uphold him, and only the most egregious cases will make it to the Supreme Court for consideration, and even then it may still uphold the decision. Make no mistake: this is HUGE. As in HUGE. The ability of the feds to require insurers to cover PrEP? That's a regulation, interpreting federal law, that's being challenged. Now the agency's interpretation gets no more weight than any one else's. Hundreds of decisions over the years have been based on this Chevron deference - and in one push, all of that legal jurisprudence is gone. And we're still waiting on a few more decisions on Monday. I shudder to think what additional damage they could do (especially considering one of those cases is whether Trump has immunity from prosecution for crimes committed while he was president (even if he wasn't acting AS president when he committed them).

So I’m in Berlin and thought I would give a sort of status update. This one is for Sunday - Thursday where I’ve been working all week and meeting friends or family so it’s whatever time I have left for play after 9pm usually. Long story short my hole has been more cummy than not all week and I’ve loved it so far with the low key breedings. Thus far it’s 15 loads and 17 fucks. Did first a few easy hookups on Sunday and Monday. Found some great big dicked berliners that appreciated an easy slut, so we had a nice long fuck both Sunday and Monday. Hoping to meet both of them again for my cumdump Saturday plans. Thursday night was also a kind of relaxed 3 load night. The real highlight was Wednesday. First I found a small American guy. Since he’s tiny (157cm) he was happy to score I think (but young guy also) and he fucked and bred me 2 times. Nice little dick that he knew how to use. After him I went to this older piggy neighbor that bred me for the 3rd time that week. From there I was chatting with some guy on Sniffies and he convinced me to go cruising in the park even if it was late. It was a hot night so when u got there I was sweating a bit. It wasn’t that busy with some guys roaming but they were getting straight to business and pretty soon I was sucking someone. I tried to get a few guys to fuck me but only two would were down and they asked for condoms 😂 but I did get their loads down my throat! There were a few voyeurs that night that didn’t play with anyone. Then I ended the park trip with a big dicked German fucking me nicely in front of a couple young guys and breeding me. At that point there were not many guys left and I went home happy with 4 loads in the ass and 2 down the throat on a regular Wednesday 🙂 Next up: Friday adventures with 4 hookups planned including a 3some with DP to be followed by a trip to The Bull 💦💦💦

I have been acquaintances of his for many years. We never fucked. But he never was a nice person. He was arrogant and he was rude to others. He knows that his personality and body were captivating. And he thought that he deserved all of the accolades. Basically, he was a douche bag.

Aside from cutting microphones, CNN did a disservice and should have provided subtitles for Biden. Otherwise, Biden's debate performance was exceptional. Biden 2024

Chapter 4: Let's Hear It “And now, boys, let’s hear it for Mr. Superdick himself, Biiiig Steeeeeve!” Roars and cheers filled the club as Steve ran out onto the “stage”, a tiny platform which let him step up from floor level to the end of the bar. As he did every night, he made sure that his thirteen-inch ramrod was already halfway hard and poking out of the waistband of his jockstrap. His slender but muscled body glistened in the light He worked his way slowly around the broad, polished top of the long horseshoe bar, bumping and grinding, grabbing and fondling his basket, turning around to wiggle and spread his cheeks, dropping down into a crouch to let the guys tuck bills into his jock and cop a feel – and he always rewarded them with a kiss. The next guy was one of the regulars who always gave him a five-spot, so he let the guy actually play with his dick and tug his jockstrap lower to let it out. A couple more quick swipes and touches, and then he saw a face that looked vaguely familiar. The young guy slipped him a ten and received a brilliant smile, a good long touch, and a more than perfunctory kiss. All the time, Steve was trying to figure out whose face it was, but he couldn’t get there. By the time he’d gone all the way around, he had several dozen assorted bills along with other bits of paper tucked into his strap. At this point, he took all the tips out and dropped them on the floor at the back of the stage, then pulled his jock all the way off and let the audience really enjoy the show. With a couple more quick jerks, his cock reached its full awesome size, and then he played with it and jerked it a few times, before pointing it right at the guys in the audience, giving some strong pelvic thrusts. He turned around and played with his ass some more – slipping a finger in three or four times because they’d been really generous. Then, as the song wound down, he gathered up all his stuff, flashed the audience a final suggestive grin, and with one last squeeze and pull on his meat he vanished, to another huge roar of applause. Steve was always the last guy on stage at every show, and none of the other dancers minded because none of them wanted to be the comedown after his regular star turn. Backstage, he checked over the wad of papers in his hand. Pretty good take – just under a hundred dollars, plus a business card for a promotional “expert” offering to represent him, a business card from a financial “expert” offering to handle all his money for him, and three phone numbers with no names on them. A typical mixture. He chuckled as he dropped the phone numbers and business cards into the trash can. On the final show of the night, the dancers were encouraged to be more “creative.” Some of them would hook up in pairs, doing short bits of ass eating and cock sucking. For Steve, though, it was always solo all the way. “Get more creative” was his cue to do a second trip around the bar after he’d stripped off his jock and let one and all get a handful of his enormous dick. As he circled slowly through the room, he let the generous ones get in a few strokes and jerks, since the juice was (as always) gleaming on the tip by this point. The vaguely familiar guy slipped him another ten and he pulled the young guy in to let him kiss and lick the head in return. Once the last show was over, he got dressed – in a skintight cropped tee shirt and short shorts that looked like they were painted onto him, his usual post-show outfit -- and then it was time to circulate. He headed out into the room with a brilliant smile on his face, meeting guys, answering questions, getting into suggestive conversations. Sometimes he would go home with one of his generous regulars – or even with a younger guy who especially turned his crank. Always for a fee, of course. On this night, though, he was on a mission. He wanted to know who the young man with the vaguely familiar face and the ten-spots was. A tap on his shoulder caused him to turn, and there the guy was. Steve thanked him and kissed him, and the young guy said in his ear, “Awesome to see you again, Adrian.” Steve’s face darkened a bit at that. Time changes all things. It was four years since Adrian Pennyfather had left Exmouth, never to return. By degrees, he’d gotten established on his feet. He and Alex had parted company after half a year, when Alex got tempted by the big money to be earned in the Alberta oilfields, but they remained close and chatted often on video apps. The one significant thing they had done together was to change their names. Neither of them wished to go through life as a “Pennyfather” after what had happened with their family. As Alex so rightly said, “He had murder in his eyes that night. He’d have tried to kill you if I hadn’t grabbed him.” Alex was content to change his surname, but his brother had always hated being “Adrian” anyway and wanted to go the whole hog. And Rotherham? “Steve”, as he would henceforth be called, had heard the tale many times of how his great-grandfather had left the drudge work of the coal mines to become more free and more in charge of his own life as a fisherman. “Rotherham” was the name of the coal mining town in England which his great-grandfather had left behind for good. Steve liked the symbolism, and Alex agreed, with a chuckle, that it worked for him too – so Alex and Steve Rotherham they became. After the brothers had parted company, Steve had first spent a while in Montreal with Matteo, who put him onto a trainer and a good dance coach. The trainer proved to be a dud, but when Steve moved on, it was with a much improved sense of movement and living with his body, and with many hot memories of his nights with Matteo. In Boston, he hooked up with Calum who was happy to see him and to play with him again. Calum had lined him up with the other essential ingredient of his future, a good gym and a really good trainer. That trainer, whose name was Owen, had been plainly infatuated with Steve’s cock, but he had done a good job of working out a training plan, one which focused on his legs and his shoulders, two areas that could and would make Steve look much bigger than his always-slim frame suggested. And Steve had rewarded Owen several times with buttfuls of his juice. All this time, Matteo’s advice was in the back of his mind, and he returned to Canada to jump through the hoops and acquire a proper entertainer’s licence. Thus equipped, he quickly found himself back on the stage at the bar where he had first met Matteo. Exactly as Matteo had foreseen, that huge cock and its ready ability to stand on command had made him a rapid hit with the bar’s regulars. It also made him the target of jealousy from the regular dancers. From then on, he circled through various bars in Montreal and in Toronto, acquiring a reputation, a whole repertoire of useful performing skills, and (eventually) the ability to command a higher headliner’s fee. This was what really got him noticed in the wider gay world, as he got headline billing at a number of major gay circuit events, and thus in turn became “in demand” at other major gay venues, first in North America, and then in Europe as well. Finally, he’d acquired a green card for the USA, and became a regular at a major venue in New York City, between side trips to other party venues, resorts, and the like. Steve Rotherham, or “Big Steve” as he was now known, had arrived. And now, it seemed, so had his old life. He damped down his first inclination to growl at the guy, but he pulled back and looked at him – hard. “I’m Ryan McCrory. You wouldn’t likely remember me, but I was coming along the year behind you in school. I came out to my family six months after you did. And I want to thank you for giving me the courage to do it. I could never have done it if it weren’t for you leading the way. For that, you were my role model.” Steve’s mood lightened right away. The tone in Ryan’s voice told him that the McCrorys hadn’t been one bit friendlier than the Pennyfathers. This wasn’t his old life coming back to haunt him. This was another escapee from the prison. “Steve Rotherham’s the name now. I left Adrian Pennyfather behind for good in Exmouth. Ryan, I’d love to hear more about your story. Care to go someplace quieter and have a drink?” Ryan agreed at once, and a half hour later they were seated in Steve’s living room, with Steve now more conventionally dressed in street clothes. One of his regulars was letting him rent the condo at far less than it was worth whenever he was working in New York. Of course, he was expected to offer trade-offs in return every so often by sleeping with the owner, and he did. Steve Rotherham thoroughly understood how the game had to work. “So, Ryan, if I don’t remember you at all, you must not have been living in Exmouth.” “Right. I was from the other direction, from Outer Briggins – I just knew you from high school in Lawrason’s Harbour. Of course I heard all about your monster cock and was always hanging around, hoping to catch a glimpse. And you wouldn’t likely notice me there, because I didn’t even make the cut in our hockey team. I was such a loser.” “Welcome to the club.” They both laughed. Ryan went on. “I had to make a break, get away, that place was stifling me.” Steve nodded his understanding. “Anyway, like I said, I came out to my family, and they reacted by throwing me out for good. Nice family.” He made a wry face. “At least your dad didn’t try to kill you.” “Yeah, we all heard about that. The word is that it cost him a lot of friends, the way he mishandled it. People were expecting your mom to leave him because of it, but that hasn’t happened yet – as far as I heard. Anyway, I hitched a ride to Halifax and met a guy who was there on holiday. He brought me home with him to New York. We broke up a few months ago, and I’ve been crashing since then in an overcrowded apartment with five other guys. We have to take turns who gets the bedroom for those special occasions. Everyone else sleeps on sofas or the floor. And I got an under-the-counter job, just like a lot of the other young gay guys. I sweep and mop the floors at a bar down the street from where you work.” “Bet that gig doesn’t pay very well. So of course, as soon as you recognized me, you wanted to say hello….” “And thank you!” “And thank me, and that was very kind of you. I just hope you didn’t lay out your last two tens to get my attention.” Ryan laughed, but the look on his face suggested that Steve had indeed hit the mark. “Well, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll give you a refund with a little extra, as a belated coming-out present, and then – because you spoke so kindly about me – I’m prepared to give you something big, as a freebie, that normally costs a lot of money. Something really big. If you’re interested, that is.” Those last two sentences were spoken in a professionally sexy tone of voice, and Ryan certainly looked a lot more than interested. Steve stood up and began stripping off his shirt. Then he kicked off his shoes and started to lower his jeans. At this point he looked down at the staring Ryan and said, “Well, get moving. Am I going to be doing all the work here?” With that, Ryan leaped to his feet with a laugh and began pulling off his clothes too. Ryan wasted no time in signalling what he wanted to do. As soon as they got in the shower together and got soaped up, Ryan immediately turned around and began rubbing his ass crack insistently against Steve’s tower of power, which was rapidly growing up to its full height. As usual, after a night’s work in the bar, it was tired of being repeatedly teased and definitely ready for some more serious work. Before long, the whole thirteen inch length was sliding up and down between Ryan’s buns while Steve reached around to tweak his nipples and play with his eight rigid inches. He let out a small sigh. How he would have loved to take that eight-incher inside his own ass, but he knew that he had to play the game the way Ryan wanted. After they’d towelled off and moved to the bedroom, Steve laid down on his back and let Ryan go to work on his cock. He was pleasantly surprised that Ryan was actually able to do a more than respectable job of sucking that massive cock, and even managed to get within an inch or so of taking the entire thing deep into his throat. That was a first. No one else had ever managed to get so much of Steve’s man-killer inside his face. Steve uncapped a bottle of poppers, took a couple of deep breaths, and then handed it to Ryan who came up off his cock long enough to inhale deeply a couple of times as well. He then wanted to dive back down onto Steve’s tool, but Steve stopped him. “No – come up here and sit on my face.” Ryan did as he was told and soon had Steve’s face buried deep inside his crack while his rigid tool bounced off Steve’s face as he ground his butt harder down onto the tongue lashing his hole. Right away, Steve could tell that Ryan was a very experienced bottom – his hole responded much more quickly than a newbie, loosening and opening almost at once so that he could start tongue-fucking with no waste of time. The repeated thrusts with tongue soon had Ryan squealing in delight, but the squeals quickly turned to repeated moans of “fuck me… fuck my ass….” Steve pulled his face out of the crack, grabbing Ryan’s cock and deep-throating it for a minute or so, for good measure, and then came up again. “Time for you to get fucked.” “Oh, fuck, yeah!” Ryan almost fell over in his eagerness to lie down on his face and then arch his pelvis into the air. “There it is, it’s all yours. Take control of my hole, use it, breed it, whatever you want. It’s your hole.” Steve would ideally have liked to be the one lying down and saying those things, but he could live with this arrangement. He straddled Ryan’s thighs, slapped his cock several times across those full, round ass cheeks, and then nudged the tip into the crack and up against the hole. To his surprise, it yielded almost at once. That was a first. Everyone else he’d ever fucked had struggled to get it inside. Steve revised his previous estimate of “very experienced bottom” to “virtuoso bottom slut.” He meant it as a compliment. Ryan wasn’t done by any means. He kept lifting and rotating his hips, going in circles, alternating from side to side, changing Steve’s angle of attack every few seconds, and in just about two minutes of continuous motion he finally managed to open up all the way and let Steve sink right into him all the way to the bottom. Matteo in Montreal had managed that first, but only just. Ryan just moaned aloud, “Oh, yeah, fuck me!” Steve took him at his word and began to pump. Ryan cried, moaned, whimpered, and grunted, but he never stopped moving and never asked Steve to stop either. On the contrary. “Fuck, man, give it to me harder – I can take it!” Steve had his doubts, but again he took Ryan at face value, and began pumping even harder. As his fucking motions picked up speed, he momentarily lost control and pulled right out. Without losing a second, he pushed right back in again. Ryan cried, “Aw, fuck, that’s awesome, do it to me again!” Steve pulled out and plunged back in again. And again. And again. It was the first time he’d ever been able to really go to town, long-dicking a guy like this. Most of them were lucky if they could take two-thirds of his cock. Ryan was in a league by himself. Time for a change of scene. Steve pulled out and snarled, “On your back, I want to see your face while I’m plowing you!” Ryan obediently rolled over and pulled his legs up. Steve pushed back into him, worked around for a bit to find that ideal angle again, and then resumed deep-pounding the ass under him. He was already fucking faster than he’d ever been able to fuck before, and he knew that before long he was going to be filling Ryan up. “Gonna cum soon.” “Aw, fuck! Give it to me. Pound me hard and fucking load me up with your sperm. I want to feel it pouring out of me after you shoot it all into me. Fuck me! Cum inside me!” Steve responded to the call for action. His hips were hammering down onto Ryan’s upturned thighs in a blur, the tattoo of smacks too fast to count. Faster, faster, he could feel his cum rising up from his balls, getting closer, closer, moving up his shaft…. “Fuck!” Steve yelled as he slammed in with one last brutal thrust. His massive cock contracted, and a spurt of juice flew out of the end. More followed. Ryan’s hole was full, the creamy cum already squeezing out of the hole around Steve’s thick shaft, and still that cock kept on pulsing, pumping, flooding his guts with Steve’s seed. Instinct took over, as Steve kept up a series of short, sharp thrusts to force all that sperm as far up inside Ryan as he could get it to go. Finally, the waves of orgasm washing through him ebbed away, the strength in his arms gave out, and he collapsed across Ryan’s body. Slowly he became conscious that he was lying in a wet, sticky pool on Ryan’s abs, and he knew it hadn’t come from him because he’d never pulled out. “Wow. I never noticed you cumming too.” “I don’t even have to try. I blow off automatically when I feel a guy cumming inside me.” “Holy shit, man, you really are a virtuoso bottom cum slut, aren’t you?” Ryan laughed. “Well, if you put it that way. Yeah, I love taking cock and getting creamed, and I do it whenever I can. And I’ve taken a lot of big dicks, but none as big as yours. I swear I could feel it jabbing into my stomach there at the end. Peak level experience.” Steve chuckled. “Yeah, for me, too. Never met a guy who could take that kind of pounding from me before. And I didn’t know I could do it and keep going for that long.” Brian took a deep breath, feeling that opportunity was knocking very loudly at his door. “So, uhh…, when can I see you again?” Steve stopped laughing. He looked sad. When he spoke, his voice was gentle, reflective, even a bit compassionate. “You have to give up on that idea, Ryan. I’m a thoroughgoing professional at what I do, and I’m by no means ready to quit or go in another direction. You know where and when you can see me: every night from Wednesday through Saturday, three shows a night, down at the bar. Anything more than that, it’s not happening. Not with you, not with anyone. I have a very full life and there’s simply no room in it for you, or for anyone else. I’m sorry.” Ryan shrugged. “That’s so Canadian of you, apologizing for having to say no to an eager suitor. Didn’t mean to offend you, or anything, I just got carried away because it was so spectacular.” “Don’t worry, no offence taken.” Ryan got up, went into the bathroom, and took another quick shower, washing himself off before getting dressed. When he came out into the bedroom again, Steve was sitting up, still looking a little sad and thoughtful. Ryan leaned down to kiss him. “Goodbye, Steve, and thanks. It was amazing.” As he rode down in the elevator, he suddenly remembered that Steve had promised him a refund with a bit extra. He mentally said a few harsh words, with “manipulative jerk” near the head of the list. Twelve hours later, Ryan was the one being a typical Canadian and apologizing in his mind when he went to the store to get a few things and found two crisp new fifty-dollar bills tucked into his wallet. With them was a note: “We Nova Scotia boys gotta have each other’s backs. See you at the bar.” Interesting, Ryan thought, that door didn’t slam as hard as I thought it did last night. Over the next few months, Ryan turned up in the bar several times, and always got a big smile and welcoming wave from Steve when he did. Once they bumped into each other at the gym and went and grabbed lunch together afterwards, and Steve treated him. That was as far as it went. But Steve did give Ryan one more favour – in the form of some good advice. “Ryan, you’re going to have to make a break for it – and soon. You can’t last in this town without money. Just look at the price of these damned salads!” They both laughed. “Seriously, though, you either have to get yourself picked up as another rich man’s boytoy or else go somewhere else where existence is a lot cheaper.” “I know, Steve. Trust me, I realized that some time ago. I’ve still got the bar job, and I’ve been getting by with an add-on string of quick little jobs, from moving stuff down the stairs of an old brownstone to trimming the weeds along the side of a corner store. Just getting by, and that isn’t any fun at all. But I may have something in the works.” “Good for you – and I hope it works out well for you.” After that lunch, Steve didn’t see Ryan again for the best part of a year. And life moved on. One Saturday night, his eye was caught by a big, handsome man, plainly well built under an elegant suit (and sticking out like a sore thumb among all the casually underdressed normal patrons), who stepped forward and tucked a twenty into his jock on each of his three shows. When he came out after the final show, the hunk had quickly cornered him, and Steve (sensing the aura of more money) was happy to be cornered. He quickly received and accepted an invitation to the hunk’s hotel room, which turned out to be a deluxe suite in one of the city’s more exclusive hotels. The guy, who’d given his name as “Paul”, was everything that Steve liked in a man – bigger, older, well built, and handsome. For once, he didn’t even have to try to enjoy himself. Showering with Paul, feeling his mature, muscled body close under his hands and against his own body was a real treat. Paul was raring to go, too, already rock-hard before he dropped down to begin sucking Steve’s dick. After only a couple of minutes, he was up again – and then turning around and fucking himself on it right there in the shower. He couldn’t take all of it, but he definitely knew what to do with the top sixty percent of it that was getting into him, and in no time at all (as it seemed) Steve was blowing off a first load into this older man’s firm, tight ass at the same time as Paul was spraying his own load onto the shower wall. After drying off a bit, they adjourned to the bedroom and sat there, wrapped in thick plush bathrobes, and chatting over a glass of a top-notch Austrian wine. It was Paul who opened the negotiations. “I really should have asked before we got this far, but what’s your usual rate?” “Normally, I charge $350 for an hour.” “And to stay the night?” “Usually $1000 but I can be persuaded to reduce it, especially when I’m enjoying myself so much.” Paul chuckled as he got up and opened his slim, elegant leather wallet. He extracted ten hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Steve, who got up in turn and slipped them away into his own wallet. Negotiations concluded, they sat down again. This time, it was Steve who spoke first. “So, what would you like to do with the rest of your night?” “I hope this doesn’t sound too weird…” and Steve braced himself to respond regretfully that something was off limits, “…but I’d really love to fuck you and breed you. It’s so enticing, the way that small round ass tucks itself in below those broad shoulders and above those impressive legs – well, that’s what really got me so hard so fast, not just your enormous cock like everyone else, although that was great fun too.” Steve’s answer was strictly true, in a literal sense, if a little misleading in its apparent full meaning. “Well… I don’t normally do that, but I’m in an experimental mood tonight, so I guess we could go there.” Inwardly, of course, he was bubbling with excitement. They finished up their wine and peeled off their bathrobes, getting up on the bed again and moving together. This time it was Steve who laid down on his stomach and lifted up his head to begin sucking on Paul’s respectably thick seven inches. As he sucked, Paul was leaning over him and reaching for his ass. He swung around a bit to bring it within easier reach of Paul’s arm, and to vary the angle of his cocksucking. Paul was now able to dig his fingers right into the crack and being teasing Steve’s tight hole. “I see what you mean about not normally going there – this is really tight.” “Mmm-hmm.” The humming sound transmitted from his mouth to Paul’s cock, sending shivers up and down the big man’s spine. “Swing around. I want to eat your ass, to get you really ready.” Steve did as requested, and soon Paul had his face buried in between Steve’s mounds, savouring the taste of his crack sweat and licking determinedly all over the walls and across the hole. His tongue was giving Steve a feast of ecstasy such as he hadn’t had for several years, not since the last time he’d seen Calum as a matter of fact. Soon enough, Steve was moaning and squealing with delight at the delicious sensations. When Paul’s tongue began digging into his button, seeking to probe it, Steve concentrated on relaxing his muscles. In time, Paul’s tongue slipped in and began tongue-fucking him. Soon, it was joined by a probing, questing finger. When the tongue and finger together got him nicely loosened up, Paul spat into his crack a couple of times and worked it down to the hole. Then he spat on his fingers and rubbed it onto his tool. With that, he was ready. He placed the tip against Steve’s hole and pushed. It took a minute before the resistance gave way and Steve’s ass let him in. Steve was gasping and moaning, with an occasional small sharp cry, as Paul penetrated him. Anyone would have thought that he was in pain from never having taken a cock that size, but Steve was actually editing his noises of delight, disguising them as cries of pain. Paul slowly sank all the way into his hole, taking his time, and then lay down full length on top of Steve, pushing his head down over Steve’s shoulder to seek for his mouth. Steve turned his head to face Paul and they began to kiss ecstatically. Paul was loving that Steve had a tighter ass than anyone else he had done for many moons, and Steve – well, Steve was just loving getting fucked again. It had been so long. As well, he was loving the sensation of having another man’s muscled body pressing so close against his own. That kind of closeness and touch always evoked positive feelings in Steve, not surprising in a guy whose life to this point had been notable for largely lacking in any true intimacy. Paul had been pumping slowly and steadily in and out of Steve’s ass while they kissed, but now he was ready to up the pace of their coupling. He lifted up with his arms until he could look right down into the crack himself as he fucked and watch his tool sliding in and out of that smooth round ass. This also allowed him to pump harder, going full length in and out. Then he grabbed Steve’s shoulders and fell over sideways, bringing Steve with him, until he had Steve alongside him in the little spoon position. Steve had never been fucked this way before and he was enjoying a whole new list of sensations as Paul slammed in and out of him at an increasing pace. He even found himself imagining a man with a camera down on the floor in front of him, recording the whole wild coupling. Paul was really pounding into him now, and he upped the level of his own vocal responses as it was plain that Paul was about to cream his butt. “Aw, fuck, yeah, give it to me. Drive it hard. Fuck me hard and breed me deep.” And Paul did. His pounding got even faster and then, with a roar, he let it fly inside Steve’s body. He kept pumping, quickly and steadily, all through his orgasm, never slowing or stopping as he shot multiple pulses of his seed deep inside Steve’s grateful hole. At last, he slowed down. Steve had allowed himself a small orgasm, but tried to keep it from getting too big as he suspected Paul might want to be bred again in the morning. Paul, thoroughly satisfied, pulled slowly out of Steve’s tunnel, and then leaned back in to lick up the sperm that was running slowly out as the hole closed up. Holding the sperm in his mouth, he came back up to kiss Steve, swapping the warm cream with him – and Steve tasted and swallowed it gratefully. He loved the taste of fresh cum sucked out of an ass, although he usually had to do it all himself. They snuggled down then, with Paul still in the big spoon position, and Paul pulled the duvet up and over them. Steve woke in the morning from a deep and satisfying sleep. Paul was lying on his back, still breathing gently, and his cock was stirring slightly, just inflated enough to begin to move. Steve bent over without pausing a second and took it into his mouth. As he licked his way along the shaft, it stirred and grew some more, and then he took it into his mouth and began to suck – and that was when Paul stirred and moaned quietly. Paul regained consciousness, becoming aware by degrees that he was being sucked by a skilled cocksucker, someone who really knew how to do it right. He opened his eyes, and Steve lifted his head up to meet Paul’s gaze with his most ingratiating smile. “What a beautiful way to wake up. Thank you, Steve. But what I’d really like is for you to breed me again before breakfast. Think that is in the cards?” “Not a problem.” Steve twitched Paul over onto his face and dived down into his crack, working busily at his hole – where he could still taste the remnants of the load he had pumped in there last night. Tongue and fingers soon pried Paul open, and Steve was then able to slide his cock inside his host. He remained mindful of the fact that Paul had only been able to take about sixty percent of the shaft yesterday, so he restrained himself while still delivering a good, forceful fuck which had Paul squirming and hissing and moaning under him. It didn’t take long. Steve was ready to go, and Paul was ready to be bred. “Come on, Steve, fucking load me up.” Steve gladly obliged, giving Paul another one of his epic multi-pulse cum blasts. Back in the bathrobes again after a long and luxurious shower together, they sat together at the dining table in the bay window for a room service breakfast of smoked salmon and an omelette fines herbes, with superb coffee and freshly-squeezed orange juice. The meal was set for them by a butler who carefully preserved an impassive face as he worked. He’d plainly seen it all before. Steve was enjoying himself thoroughly with this short spell of high life. It had been a great night for both of them, and Steve was thinking that it was too bad he couldn’t live it up like this a bit more. Paul, though, was pursuing a different train of thought. “Steve, I’ve got a business proposition for you.” "Let's hear it." Steve turned his full attention to hearing what Paul had in mind.

-Chris I came to lying on a couch. I heard a moaning noise coming from my side and looked over. On a bed was a man with a massive hairy back pounding into someone who has their thin legs wrapped around him. “I love you so much master please breed me give me more of your poison” I heard from a voice that sounded just like Martin. Shocked I stood up and walked towards the bed where I saw Martin taking the cock of the man Greg had been referring to as boss. “What the fuck” I asked in shock “Oh good you’re up” the man said as he wrapped his arms around my boyfriend and pulled him to his chest all the while pounding into him. “My balls could use some attention so slid down and start sucking” “No fucking way asshole I’m not sucking your balls while you fuck my boyfriend” “Shut the fuck up and do as your told Chris if you’re gonna be rude to master you might as well leave” Martin said between his moans “What the fuck are you doing Martin how could you do this to me and then take his side” I asked confused “I’m - uh- always on- oh fuck-masters side Chris” Martin moaned out “I’m -oh yes right there master- I’m just trying to help you Chris” “The fuck do you mean help me” I asked when suddenly the man lifted Martin off him and stood up off the bed “Alright listen here faggot you’re going to do as me and my boy say or you’re gonna leave and never see him again” the man said towering over me with a massive wet cock glistening between his legs. Martin stood up of the bed, what looked like cum flowing out of his legs as he did before coming right up to me and kneeing me hard in the balls. “You’re such a pathetic piece of shit Chris. I try to share my life with you and all you do is bitch and fucking moan” he said continuously kneeing my nuts for emphasis “I could’ve broken up with you years ago and given myself fully to master but no I told him that even if I didn’t love you like I did him I still wanted you to experience the exctasy that master has to offer” he yelled at me as I collapse to the floor in pain “ and now that I’m giving you the chance to recieve the greatest gift and your saying I’m cheating on you. I mean fucking seriously you’re barely a man with that pathetic fucking cock and if anything I’ve been cheating on master with you cause I love him in ways I never loved you. And are you really so stupid you never realized that I would come hope gaped and full of cum and you would just happily pump away for a few seconds into your condom like the sissy bitch you are” “Now master is gonna keep breeding my ass and you will sit there licking his balls or his ass or even eating his fucking shit if he asks you to because your opinion doesn’t fucking matter now start sucking cuck” martin screamed as master began pounding into him again Martin had been cheating on me for years I thought in shock and worse he said he loved master more than me. I still didn’t want to leave Martin though I loved him and maybe I just had to show him I could sacrifice to win him back I thought as I got to my knees between Martin and master and began sucking his massive hairy balls. The smelled of sweat and tasted of lube and cum but as I sucked and felt the love of my life cum onto my back from another man’s cock I found that my own cock was rock hard.

Chapter V. I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies now surrounding and devouring my boy. He had two cocks in his ass, one in his mouth, one in each hand, and was already covered with cum, much of which I knew was POZ. I backed out of the room, completely overwhelmed by the raw sex show all around me. I climbed the stairs, providing an overview of the debauchery below. The twin bartenders were tag-teaming a muscle stud on the bar, and the POZ pornstar had five asses turned up in front of him. He would plow one hole for a few strokes and then move onto the next eager bottom. I was mesmerized, but still needed to catch my breath. The bathroom was the first door I opened, and I let myself in. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, seeing my face in the mirror. My cock was shiny from double-fucking my boy and stirring so much cum from other guys that my pubes were clotted with seed. I turned around and saw just how much George had abused my ass with his rough fucking. I pushed out and globs of his toxic load oozed out. I knew it was me in the mirror, but I was different: I was now a cumwhore. And I liked it. The door opened behind me. It was Brad, our hulking sexy hunk host. “You okay,” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I nodded. “You come up here hoping I would follow you?” I wasn’t sure myself what to answer. He approached me and wrapped his muscular arms around me with a tight bear hug. I melted into his furry pecs. He reached around and fingered my gaping hole. “Hope George wasn’t too rough on you. Let me soothe that burning hole for you…” Brad took my hand and let me through a connecting door to the master bedroom. There, on a huge king-sized bed, was my boy, ass up. Brad closed and locked the door behind me. “This way, we won’t be disturbed,” he remarked with a smile. The walls were glass on three sides, overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was a stunning view, but I knew anyone on the beach could look up and see what was happening upstairs. Brad positioned me down next to my boy, face in the mattress, ass up. He pressed the small of my back so it was arched. My boy reached over and held my hand as Brad dove in and started lapping at my hole, sucking out George’s cum, and chewing on me. He got me moaning, which my boy silenced by shoving his tongue down my throat. Brad pulled away from my ass and went to town on my boy’s much more open, much more cummy hole. He got a mouth full of strangers’ seed as he worked his fingers into my ass. He then pried me open and spit those loads into me. My boy might have gotten more dick, but I was quickly catching up to his load count. Brad fingered more cum out of my boy and smeared it onto his huge cock. He leaned forward, all of his masculine weight on my back, and chewed on my ear. “I’ve already bred your boy once, but he wanted to be here for this, sharing in your conversion…” I shivered as my boy reached over and jerked Brad’s cock with one hand, aiming it at my hole, as with the other he pried my cheeks apart so Brad could slip in without any difficulty. And so it was: my hole opened up and took every inch until I felt Brad bottom out. I’d never felt so full, or so resigned to something that I knew I wanted all along. Brad was gentle as he fucked me, with measured pace, and controlled rhythm. I sensed that he wanted this to last, but he might have taken longer because he had, after all, just POZZED my boy. His breathing became shallower and quicker, but his hips rocked forward at a steady pace. “I’m gonna breed you, seed you, convert you, change you forever, make you mine, own your pussy, just like all the others…” With that, he held his hips still, balls deep in me, firing off his POZ cum deeper into my guts than I had ever been bred before. My boy held my head, cradling me, and kissed me gently as Brad slowly withdrew. Brad climbed around and slipped his tool between our mouths, and we both dutifully sucked it clean. Kissing my boy around the cock that had just POZZED us both seemed so right, so natural. Brad bent down and tenderly kissed us both. He excused himself and my boy wrapped himself around me. Notwithstanding the noise from the party downstairs, we both nodded off, and awoke hours later as the sun was rising over the ocean. The house was silent, and only the sound of the waves on the shore filled the room. My boy kissed me, and took my hand as we got up, and tiptoed out of the house. We passed more than a dozen naked guys in the living room, all knocked out, many of them knocked up. We held hands as we walked down the beach, both naked and sore, but both very content with what had happened. We knew we could catch the first ferry to get into the city and see a doctor right away for PEP, but we didn’t. We sat on the shore as the sun climbed higher and higher, knowing that we’d be back at Brad’s getting bred, together, sooner rather than later.

Chapter III. The music picked up and the few guys standing around wearing clothes started to disrobe, jerking off to the live sex show unfolding before them. Brad was still dressed, and knelt down to my boy’s ass. He spread my boy’s cheeks and sunk in two fingers. My boy’s hole opened up to accept those fingers. Seed started to burble up onto Brad’s fingers. He held them up to my mouth and I sucked them clean. My boy moaned and started fingering his own asshole. “You ever seen this much cum leaking out of his hole before?” I shook my head. “I bet all the tops’ cocks are going to be filthy cummy messes when they pull out of him. How does that make you feel?” “Hot as fuck…” I gasped out seeing stranger’s cum, at least some of it POZ, trailing down my boy’s thighs. Brad stood up and summoned two guys to come forward. I recognized one of them as they bartender who had made our drinks earlier. I thought I was seeing double and then realized that they were twins. They held hands as they walked forward. One of them grabbed my boy’s hips and pulled his black boxer briefs down as a huge dick plopped out. The other guy approached my boy’s mouth and gagged him with his cock. Choking on one dick, the twin’s brother entered my boy and started jackhammering his pussy. I could see white frothy cum being forced out of my boy’s ass and around the base of his dick. He didn’t last long and pulled out, blowing his load on my boy’s ass, then working his seed in as deeply as it would go with some hardcore thrusts.. His brother flipped my boy over and sunk his bare dick into the hole that his twin had just bred. The first twin smacked his cummy dick across my face and nodded to Brad, who had lost his shirt by this time, revealing a tattoo peeking out of his pants on his hip. I shuddered to think it might be a biohazard symbol. Brad guided that cummy dick into my mouth for me to clean off. I wrapped my hands around to his ass and was surprised to find it leaking cum too; I had figured that this alpha stud would have been a top. I sucked my finger clean of some stranger’s cum and the guy leaned down. “My brother and I share everything, even Brad’s dirty cum!” He kissed me and then pushed away and disappeared as I took in the suggestion that Brad was POZ. The other twin took his time, but I knew he was close as he picked up the pace. He didn’t pull out to cum, nor did he go balls deep, pulling out so just the head of his cock was in my boy’s hole. I watched as his balls contracted, spewing seed inside my boy. He pulled out and nodded to Brad, who guided his cummy cock into my mouth, which I dutifully cleaned, swallowing every drop of the mix of several dudes’ cum. Brad smiled in approval as I fingered the other brother’s cummy hole too. With my chin dripping cum, Brad stood me up and pulled my shorts down, leaving me just in my jockstrap. He summoned George who bent me over on the sofa, next to my boy, who was, by this time, taking another raw cock. George started eating my ass as he held my hands behind my back. I turned my head just as the guy fucking my boy started to cum, shooting his cum deep inside. George pulled off of my ass and sucked a mouthful of cum from my boy’s pussy, spitting it into my own hole. Another guy started fucking my boy as George slapped my bare ass with his cock. He put all of his body weight on me, pressing me into the cushions and hissing into my ear. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna breed you, like I bred your boy. You’re gonna take my gift, then Brad’s gonna breed you both. Think you can handle that?” I nodded in approval, letting go of control. George released my hands, and they immediately started spreading my cheeks wide, preparing to take his cock, and his ‘gift’. To be continued…

Two buddies and I had a great morning riding the rail trail out of Vernon BC. There was a clear blue sky and a light breeze and the temperature was perfect for peddling. We did work up quite a thirst on the long dusty trail so we were very happy to come across a pub right on the lake at lunch time. We ordered a pitcher of beer and the burger special of the day as we sat with a nice view on the deck. The tall glasses of cold beer hit the spot. A handsome big bear of a man sat alone at the table next to ours. After a time it became clear he was not taking in the view. He was turning to get a good look at my friends and I. I do a bike rally each year to raise funds for an agency that provides care for people living with HIV/AIDS. For this days ride I had provided each of my friends with a riding shirt from this particular fund raiser. The bear finally caught my attention and asked about the shirts. I told him about the organization and the 6 day fundraising ride. He became quite intrigued and asked intelligent relevant questions. "So do all three of you do these rides?" I responded; "No, just me. I'm training for my 12th year in a row. " His attention returned to the shirts. "The shirts all have different years on them and they all say, 'Top Fund Raiser ' , dose that mean you raised more than everyone else each of those years. " "No, no, no" I protested, "It just means I raised more than $6000 dollars each of those years. Everyone who raises at least that much gets a 'Top Fundraiser' shirt." "That’s a considerable amount, congratulations. What's the most you have raised?" "10,000 last summer, I'm almost up to $8000 in for this year's ride." I shared. By this point my buddies and I had finished our beer and burgers. They excused themselves to go to the washroom so it was just me and this curious handsome bear. "Impressive" he said, "Why don't I help you out with a donation? I lost a lot of friends back in the day. Can I donate with my phone on line?" "Sure. " I responded with surprise in my voice. We linked contact information and I sent him my donation link. I cinfirmed my suspicion that he was American and warned him he wouldn't be able to get a 'tax receipt. "I don't care about that. " He said. He spent a moment on his phone and announced, "There, it's done." I figured it would be best to send him my thank you email followup right away before I forgot, and since I still had my participant page open I checked the latest donation amount. I anticipated $50 at the most. My eyes bulged out of my head. I was confused by the number of zeros and had to count 2 or three times to be sure. He had donated $10,000. "Holy fuck man ... I .... awe ...um ... I'm speechless. How can I ever thank you?" Only now did I clue into the fact that he had been cruising me all along. I suddenly realized my friends knew and were probably fucking each other's brains out in the restaurant bathroom, they wouldn't be back soon. Having had a chance to catch my breath and compose my thoughts I repeated; "Fuck man, I’m serious What can I do to thank you? Anything you want ." He grind seductively; "Can I fuck you?" "Holy fuckin shit man, for that amount of money you can fuck my mouth and ass. Seriously! And bring along all your buddies for that matter." I offered. "Condoms?" He asked. "Like I said , anything you want. They hurt more, especially if you and your friends are big, but for your donation, whatever the fuck you want. My mouth, my ass their yours for one night. " "So you are saying my buddies and I can gang bang fuck your slutty ass bareback ?" "Christ, I would be honored to let everyone of you breed me no questions asked. For that donation use me, abuse me... hell, for that much knock me up for all I care." Itwashisturntosoundsurprised: "Sorry, I assumed you were already poz. So are you negative?" I answered" According to my last test results two weeks ago. As long as the dozen guys that bred me since then weren't toxic, I 'm still negative. And toxic guys usually crow as they breed me. Non have recently " "But aren't you on PreP?" He inquired. "Nope, I've just been to fuckin lazy to get around to it to tell you the honest truth. " "Night after next, come to my hotel room for 8 p.m. . " He handed me a note with the details, shock my hand, kissed me on the lips and left the restaurant. My buddies returned then looking quite flushed and putting their riding shirts back on. As we retraced our path up the lake I shared what had occurred while they were fucking. They wouldn't believe me. They also thought I was on PreP so I didn't share that detail. Fuck, I couldn't believe me either. But there was no way I wasn't going to be at that hotel door at 8 p.m. sharp.

Chapter 1 – I Learn My Place Doug and I have been playing together for several years. We started out with flip fucking when we’d get together but have added a few more things to the repertoire now. These days, we start out by getting spun and then get into some serious ass play. We both love having our asses worked over and enjoy working on each other’s holes too. We’ve talked about and lived out lots of our fantasies. Doug got a sling a few years ago, which is an integral part of our play. Fisting came about at my suggestion one time. We’ve engaged in bondage play, group scenes, role play, and lots more. While his hand was in my ass the last time that we played, Doug asked me what I thought about being his slave for the day. Basically, I would have to submit to whatever requests he made of me without complaint. We talked it through and came up with a few ground rules. I don’t slam, but Doug does, and I told him I didn’t want to be forced to do a slam. Also, no women, blood, shit, or extreme pain. He agreed to those terms, and we set aside a weekend for this. Doug wanted me in an orange jockstrap, a black leather harness, and a collar. I already had the jockstrap but needed to buy the other items. He told me that he would provide everything else except for the T. As his slave, I was supposed to provide that for him, so I talked to my dealer and arranged for a pickup the day before. I also bought a new bubbler pipe for us, since a good slave always provides his master with excellent service. And, a good slave always verifies the quality of any product provided to his master, so I had little choice but to sample the goods prior to the day. At last, the day arrived. Per Doug’s instructions, I shaved my balls and shaft but left the rest of my hair in place. Both of us are hairy, with Doug having a thicker pelt than me. He’s of Mediterranean descent, so his swarthy skin is covered in a dense forest of fur. It is especially thick between his pecs, around his cock, and around his hole. I’m from Eastern European stock, so my hair is finer, and my skin is fair. I have a hairy chest and ass, with a nice cluster around my hole. As for the rest of the details, we’re both in our 50s and in relatively good shape. Doug is more defined than me due to his more regular workouts, but we both love to eat and drink, and it shows. He has a thick 7” cock, while mine is equally thick and just a little bit longer. We’ve joked that fucking each other is almost like fucking yourself since our cocks are so similar. And we both love dildos, fisting, and other types of assplay. That Saturday, I got ready at home, doing a good cleanout and shower. Then, I put the orange jockstrap and the black leather harness under my clothes. My place is not too private, so I needed to be reasonably attired to get to my car, but Doug’s place is secluded enough that we often play outdoors. The sling in his playroom is also a good draw! I drove over to his house with plans to arrive at 8 in the morning. This way, we could play all day and even go into another day if we wanted. I got to his place a little early, so I pulled off the road and stripped down to my jock and harness. I put the collar in place and switched my shoes for a pair of flip-flops in case we went outside. Once it was 8:00, I walked up to his door. The slave always has access to his master’s house, so I walked right in. Doug heard me and yelled, “Kitchen,” so I went there. He looked awesome. He was wearing a red jockstrap that framed his hairy ass perfectly. Those mounds and the sweet hole between them really turned me on. He also had on a matching red harness that disappeared into the pouch of his strap. I assumed he had a cock ring on that was attached to the harness. “Lick my ass,” Doug commanded. He leaned forward onto the counter, and I dove into his hairy hole. I fucking love to eat ass, so this was not a difficult task to perform. While I was eating his hole, he was drinking coffee and looking over some apps on his phone. I was crouched down on the floor, spreading my ass open while licking, sucking, prodding, and tongue fucking his hole. He has a wonderfully hairy ass that always retains a musky and exciting smell. I loved my service to him and reached back to play with my hole. “My hole, not yours,” Doug bellowed when he noticed what I was doing. I pulled my hands away and used them to spread his ass wider for my tongue. When he was done getting his ass eaten, he turned around and mashed my face into the pouch of his jock. This was a well-worn item and had been through a lot of sexy times. It had a heady aroma of cum, sweat, and piss on it, and I eagerly mouthed his cock through the fabric. I could feel the metal cock ring that surrounded his dick, and it turned me on even more. He quickly grew hard but pulled me away, saying that he didn’t want to cum yet. I literally had all day, so I was willing to wait. Next, Doug told me to vacuum under all the furniture in his living room. I needed to bend over to do this, and I figured that he wanted me to show off my ass while I did this chore. I’m always up for showing off my ass and wanted to keep him pleased, so I was happy to comply. While I was vacuuming, Doug came over and spread my cheeks open to display my hole. “Nice hairy hole, slave,” he said to me. I made my hole pulse when he said this so he would know I appreciated the compliment. When I finished this task, he told me to take the vacuum into the playroom and tidy it up. I went in and was pleased to see that the place was in pretty good shape. I rolled a cart over near the bottom of the sling and placed various lubes and some poppers on it. In my own anal way, I laid out the dildos on the tray sorted by size. We could (and likely would) work up to the largest ones as the day progressed. Then, I put a small table next to the side of the sling with some more poppers on it. I ensured that the camera was aimed properly at the sling, that the full-length mirror reflected the right stuff, and placed some absorbent pads on the floor. I placed a stool at the foot of the sling. Then, I wiped down the sling and noticed a St Andrews cross that hadn’t been there before. I made certain that it was clean and ready, too. I packed the bubbler with product and placed the baggie and torch nearby for use. As a final task, I plumped the pillows on the bed and vacuumed the floor. The playroom looked very ready for use. “Your room is ready, master,” I said when I returned to the living room. Doug was sitting in his recliner with one hand down the front of his jock while working his phone with his other hand. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied as he got up. I meekly followed him into the room, enjoying the sight of his hairy ass as he walked down the hall. He walked in and began his inspection. He nodded in approval at my organization on the rolling cart, noted the cleanliness of the equipment, and smiled when he saw that the bed had been dressed nicely. There was a play sheet under the cotton sheet to catch any fluids that might leak out. Nodding his approval, he walked over to the sling. His back was to the sling, and he told me to help him get into position. Hugging him tightly, I lowered him into the sling. Then, I took one of his feet, licked it a few times, and situated it in the stirrup. With his next foot, I sucked in his big toe before putting it in the stirrup. This seemed to excite him since we had never done any footplay before. I helped him get the pillow properly placed for his comfort and then asked if he needed anything more. “Not now, slave. Eat my ass.” Eager to obey and please, I sat on the stool and leaned forward to get my face into his ass crack. He has an awesome ass, with a good coating of hair everywhere that gets denser as it approaches his hole. I love seeing the hair get all matted down with lube and spit as we play. It’s really awesome to see the hairs gliding through lube on a toy or an arm, too. He pushed his ass out, displaying his inner walls to me. I bent forward and wrapped my lips around his hole, and sucked his hole. When I’m rimming, it’s like I’m making out with the guy’s hole. I lick it, swirl my tongue in the areas around it, suck it, probe it with my tongue, and more. Doug likes when I eat his ass, and he seemed ready to settle in for a long session. As I was eating his ass, he placed his hand on my head and pulled me up. “I am not spun,” he growled. I hastened over to the pipe and torch and brought them to him. I held the torch to the product and watched as it melted and smoke began to fill the bowl. When it was ready, I placed the bubbler at his lips, keeping the torch lit and moving so he could have as much as he wanted. He inhaled, held it for a bit, and then blew out a huge cloud. “Again,” he said, so I prepared another hit for him. We did this several times until he said, “Why are you wasting the smoke, slave? Inhale my smoke for your pleasure.” So, we shotgunned the next several hits. He had to be seriously spun since I was flying from just the leftovers. He told me to take two deep hits, which I gladly did. I returned the pipe and torch to their original location, making sure to bend at the waist as I put them down so that he could get a good look at my ass. He smiled at me as I walked back and took a seat on the stool. “Poppers,” he demanded. I picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and held his nostril as he did several deep hits. When I capped them, I kept them in my hand so that I could start rimming his ass again immediately. He was writhing in pleasure, calling me his sex slave and encouraging me with positive words. When I looked up from my rimming, I saw that Doug had pushed aside the pouch on his jockstrap, and his cock was hanging out. “May I, master,” I queried, eyeing his ringed cock. He nodded, so I put his cock into my mouth. He immediately let a gush of precum flow out, which I happily swallowed. He tends to precum a lot, and I love tasting his juices. I sucked on his dick, then he pushed me down to his balls. He has massive balls, and I can only fit one in my mouth at a time. I slavered over them, rolling them around in my mouth and occasionally going up to lick his cockhead. He rewarded me with several spurts of precum before pushing my head back down to his hole. I ate his hole adoringly. The taste and texture of his hole is wonderful, and it looks amazing when it’s opened up for a rimming. The hair around his hole holds some great aromas, and I inhaled deeply and appreciatively. I could have stayed there longer, but he tapped me on the head. When I looked up, he said, “Get me out of this,” indicating the sling. I grabbed both of his arms and helped him stand up. When he was upright, I directed my gaze downward (OK, so I was looking at his cock!) and said, “Thank you, master.” He nodded and directed me to the bed. I crawled onto the bed on all fours, letting Doug see my asshole in all its glory. He grinned approvingly but said that he wanted to smoke some more. I needed to fill the bowl again and kept my ass facing him as I did so. When it was ready, I melted some crystals into a nice fog and helped him to take a hit. He nodded at me, which I interpreted as the OK to do my own inhalation. I did, and he said, “Hold it until I tell you to let it go.” I held it for a long time, and then he allowed me to exhale. He had me do four more hits this way, holding the smoke in for a long time. He took a few more hits and handed me the bubbler and torch. I put them on the table, and Doug told me to get in the sling. He left the room while I was getting myself situated in the sling. Luckily, I’m fairly adept at getting my feet in the stirrups and my ass into the proper position. Once he knew I was settled, he returned to the room. He turned on the camera and made sure that it was providing a good, well lit view of my ass. He made a few slight adjustments and then sat down on the stool. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” This time, I said, “That is for my master to determine.” No slap this time. And he replied, “Damn right it is!” He had been lubing his hands while asking me this. Now, he put his fingers at my hole and said, “Your master is pleased,” before shoving three fingers into my ass. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he asked if everything was OK. “Yes, master.” “Good, because this is just the start,” he snarled. My ass understood the intent of that statement and pulsed in response. While he was talking, he was moving his fingers around inside me. Doug knows that my ass opens readily, and the T that we’d just smoked would make it even more open. We’ve played sober and spun, but I definitely prefer spun! “Your master controls your body.” “Yes, master,” I said as I felt another finger enter my ass. “I decide what happens to your body.” “Yes, master.” This time, he started to push his whole hand into my ass. I instinctively pushed out a little, letting him have easy access to my hole. His hand slid in up to his wrist.

So I was out delivering parcels in my van one day ,and as I was approaching a village where I had a few deliveries, I decided to pull into a car park and put the parcels into some sort of order. Iam in the back of my van when I notice a couple of guys going into the little toilet block in the corner of the car park. Never even gave it a thought that this could be an active cottage but over the next 20 minutes there was 6 guys going in. Parcels put in order, I locked the van up and had a walk over. It was a pretty scruffy place. The urinal was "L" shaped and there was some spunk in the trough where someone had unloaded earlier. There was 2 cubicles and the end one had a glory hole in the door. I stood at the urinal and started to work my cock to hardness when I heard the familiar "slap slap slap" of a set of balls banging against an arse. Someone was getting a good fucking in the cubicle. I heard a guy groaning as he came and a minute later he came out of the cubicle and left. I took off my trousers and walked into the cubicle to find a guy bent over the toilet offering his arse to anyone. I asked if it was ok to go in raw and he said it was fine. He said he`d had 3 loads already so he would be well lubed up. I stuck my hard cock against his sloppy hole and slided up no problem. God, it felt good knowing that some spunk was lubricating my cock. As I held on to his hips, I started to really pound him hard. It wasnt long before the familiar feeling started in my balls as my spunk was working its way up my shaft. I told him I was about to come and he reached round and grabbed my arse so I couldnt pull out....not that I would have. I knew it was a big load I delivered up the guys arse by the way he was groaning. When I pulled out he told me it felt great getting such a big load up him As I left there was another guy standing wanking ready to take my place. So I waved him over and asked if it was ok to watch. I got the ok so gave the guy a quick sucking to get him really hard and then fed his cock up the guys arse. It was so horny watching 2 guys fucking and knowing my spunk was already up his hole. The guy pulled his cock out and spurted all over the other guys hole, then pushed his cock back in and finished off. I left and went back to my van. Did my deliveries and went back to the car park. It was empty but I sat in the cubicle with the gory hole and soon a cock was pushed in for me to suck. The owner came straight away in my mouth and left. Another cock was pushed in and I turned round and fed it up my arse. God, he gave me a fucking to remember and when he came I did the same all over the floor. I cleaned up and left. Iam back there this week so will be calling in again

Many, many married men will get up to no good while on business trips. Free of the rules and responsibilities of their home lives, they can enjoy whatever is on offer in the town or city they are visiting, without having to spend time being a good father to their children, nor tending to the whims of their not-so-adoring wives. Perhaps some will just enjoy a bit of time alone in their room with pay-per-view porn, while others hit the bars and get stinking drunk. Time will be spent at strip clubs and other seedy establishments, or maybe they will be wined and dined by their corporate hosts at the most elite of restaurants. Many travelling men are sure to commit acts of adultery, whether that involves paying for it or not. I am certain that there will be far fewer married men who do the things I get up to on my business trips, though I expect there are some. Men with these types of urges probably resort to picking a guy up in a bar, arranging a hook-up on an app, or paying for a hustler to visit their hotel room. There are probably a few who spend the night getting down and dirty in a cruising bar or club. But willingly, night after night, bending over with their arse pressed to a hole in the cubicle wall in some public toilets? No, on that front I think I’m probably in a very small minority. But that’s what I do, and I now know all the best spots to visit in the cities I travel to the most. You might even say I have developed something of a routine, from what I pack, where I stay, and managing my time well so that I can get enough sleep around my nighttime activities to not have my work suffer. But this particular trip was not to be routine, and I had planned it that way deliberately. My wife took so little interest in me these days that I knew I could get away with using a bit of annual leave between my Frankfurt and Berlin trips while spinning her a yarn about it being back-to-back deals. This would give me some time to enjoy the nocturnal opportunities in the German capital, without having to worry about being on form for work the next day. I even used some of the loyalty scheme points I’d built up to book different accommodation for that part of the trip, so that it could be truly separate from where I’d be on the working days and yet with no risk it would show up on my credit card bill. The other major difference this time was internal. Aside from the odd blip early on in these adventures, I had been secretly taking the necessary pills to allow me to receive loads without too much concern. Condoms had been a feature once, but those days were long over. However, a few weeks before this trip I had also ditched the pills. You see, I was knocking on the door of 50, and my youngest son had just started university. The need to hold the loose threads of my marriage together was gone, and I was sure my wife and I would be parting soon whatever happened. I mean, I was already pretty sure she was sleeping with her personal trainer, so she might be keen to wrap things up too now that we had done much of our duty as parents. I didn’t want to wait to get on with a new life for myself though, particularly as it was becoming an ever more challenging battle to keep my body as lean and toned as I wanted it, so I had decided to take some action to get to where I wanted to be. That involved one main goal: to be pozzed. It was something I had lusted after for years. Initially it was probably the allure of the risk, but as time passed I began to realise that I saw it as a form of freedom that I craved. Eventually I mentally connected it with being released from my marriage, and this led me to where I found myself in Berlin. Pressed up against a cubicle wall, a cigarette in my mouth, and my freshly brushed hole open and ready for whatever was coming my way. With a couple of event ads placed on the apps to encourage men to visit, alongside the normal pretty busy passing traffic, I was hopeful of several loads as well as maybe the first steps on my journey to conversion. By the time the fourth cock of the night was jackhammering in and out of me, I was completely high on the nicotine, poppers, and utter depravity of it all. I just loved being used and bred, and I was really getting off on the knowledge that there was nothing protecting me from anything the men breeding me were carrying. As yet no-one had let me know they were poz, but my imagination was filling in the blanks as I pictured the virus being pumped into me repeatedly. “You want poz?” I heard a man ask from outside the cubicle door, just as the fourth man slammed in a final time and blew his load. “Yes” I panted. “I not poz you here” the man outside the door said, with a thick German accent. “But you come to this place tomorrow at 5 o’clock and we will give you poz.” A note was shoved under the door, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. I was about to reach for the note when a fifth cock started pushing into me, and in the end it was three more loads before there seemed to be no more takers for a bit. I pulled myself up straight and stretched, then bent down to lift the note off the tiled floor. When I opened it up I saw an address written down, along with several bullet points all in German. Although I recognised some of the words, I could not decipher the rest so decided I would sort it out on Google Translate when I got back to my hotel. I folded the note back up and shoved it into the pocket of the jeans I had left on the toilet seat, before bending myself back over and pressing against the glory hole. I lit up another cigarette, and happily waited for the next cock. It was the early hours of the morning when I emerged from the shower at the hotel and slumped onto the bed. I reached for the note and phone sitting on the bedside table, and began to type out the text. I almost immediately sprung a hard-on when I read the translation: - Be at the address at 17:00. Do not be late. - You must be wearing a wide leather collar and wide leather cuffs. - You must be wearing rubber underpants with a hole in the back. - You must be wearing black leather boots. - We will not bring any lubrication or chemicals, so you must have your own if you want them. - You will not go home until the morning, and you will be infected. This was beyond my wildest dreams, and despite how tired I was from a long night of being anonymously gang bred, I immediately set about trying to find somewhere I could buy all the gear they wanted me to be wearing, seeing as I had nothing like any of it with me. Fortunately there seemed to be a few suitable shops close to each other, so I saved a few locations on the map app and then set an alarm so that I would have enough time to visit them, hopefully get what I needed, and then prepare for getting to the location. I also quickly booked a hire car to have for a couple of days, as I wasn’t sure about getting there by public transport or taxi given its remote location in an industrial estate on the edge of the city. Once everything was done that could be done at that time of the night, I plugged my phone into the power, turned off the light, and lay down for a happy night’s sleep in the afterglow of my most depraved night of sex yet. After a groggy start the next day, I successfully bought everything required from two of the shops, and then picked up the hire car and parked it at the hotel. I spent a bit of time showering and douching, before using a toothbrush on myself just to get prepared. I then donned the rubber boxers, admiring myself and my exposed crack in the mirror for a bit, and then pulled on the tracksuit trousers I had brought with me for exercising. The leather boots went on next, which looked a bit odd but I didn’t care. I then pulled on a tank top and a hoodie, deciding it was best to save the rest until I arrived. I put everything else I would need in my gym bag, along with some power bars, a couple of bottles of water, and some fresh clothes and a towel for the eventual journey back. Happy that I had all I would need, I headed down to the car park, had a quick cigarette, then got in and drove off to the address the map app was directing me to. When I arrived, I found I was in a deserted and largely derelict industrial area on the edges of East Berlin. There were notional fences around the various plots, but these had long since been partially torn down or holes ripped into them for access. It was the kind of place that you knew you probably shouldn’t be, which of course made it all the more appealing for me given the depths of depravity I was seeking to plumb on this trip. Many of my favourite piggy bareback pornos had been filmed in settings like this, and now I was possibly going to be getting a chance to act out the fantasy of those orgies and gangbangs for myself. I hopped out of the car, looked around a bit to make sure I was as alone as it seemed, and then finished off getting changed. I have to say, it was pretty thrilling to be stripping down to a near-naked state in late afternoon sunshine on a public street, even if it was apparently devoid of other people. Once done, I checked myself out in the reflection of the car window, loving how I looked with the massive padded leather collar I had bought and deciding there and then that this would be a regular part of my playtime outfit in future. The address I had been given noted a company name, and I could see an old sign on the plot next to where I had parked which matched that. I therefore walked to a gap in the fence of that plot, carefully climbed through, and then made my way across a large broken concrete lot until I reached the single building. There were a couple of service entrances which both had the shutters down, but I also saw a door that was open so headed for that. It led to a dark and smelly corridor, which I followed round a couple of corners until it opened onto what I guessed was once a factory floor. The roof on one side was gone so there was daylight flooding in, but it was in the shade over to the side that some movement caught my attention. A young Adonis was standing there, dressed just like I was. He had blond hair and tanned skin, and even at a distance and with him in the shade, I could tell he was absolutely ripped. I headed over to investigate, and he looked up as he saw me approaching. “Hi” he said, with a slight accent that suggested he might be Swedish. “Hi” I said. “Are you also here for…” He grinned at me, as I sort of swirled my hand in a nondescript way. “Yes, I am here for that” he replied, still smiling. “Cool” I said. “Are you married too?” he asked, surprising me a little. “Er, yeah” I replied, “though probably not for much longer.” He grinned again. “Me as well” he said. “I will get pozzed and then I can be with her brother.” I think my mouth dropped open when he said this, causing him to chuckle. “Her brother fucked me at the wedding, and all the time after” he said, smiling. “But he is poz and always has a condom.” “I see” I said. “And he won’t poz you?” “No” he replied, shaking his head. “So I have come here so I can be his.” I obviously did not know anything about the brother-in-law, but I was a little astounded that any man would deny a stunning young stud like this what he was looking for, especially if it meant you got to then be with him. Maybe it was some sort of family loyalty, though fucking your wife’s new husband on the day of their wedding did not seem to show much in the way of said loyalty. “Well” I said, starting to open one of the two packets of cigarettes I was carrying so I could have a smoke, “I hope you get what you came for today.” “You as well” he said, nodding when I offered him a cigarette from the packet. We both lit up our cigarettes and smoked in silence for a while. “Have you taken poz before?” he asked, just after we had both stubbed out our cigarettes on the floor. “Probably” I replied. “I got fucked a lot last night.” “That is hot” he said. “I hope my boyfriend will give me to other men to use once I am divorced.” “It’s a lot of fun” I said, smiling at him. Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of a steel door being opened on the other side of the factory floor, and we both turned and watched as five men emerged from some other part of the factory. All five were wearing leather boots, chaps and harnesses, and all had shaved heads with various forms of facial hair. Each of them was wearing a different combination of huge silver accessories, from neck chains to bracelets, or thick rings in their ears or noses. However, what stood out the most was the slightly wasted look each of them had, and all of them were adorned with biohazard tattoos on their chests or arms. I sprung an erection almost immediately. This is what I wanted, and some day I would seek to replicate their style, the absolutely immense neck chain and bracelet of one of the guys being a particular draw for me. The men approached us, and then stopped to look us up and down. They gestured for both of us to turn around so they could see our backs and arses, before we were each gently pushed forward to a raised concrete area in front of us where we were then encouraged to bend over. Almost immediately I felt the familiar scratch of a brush being pushed into my hole, but this may have been a new experience for the young Swedish hunk as he yelped and jolted forward. This did not dissuade the men though, and we were both soon being quite vigorously shafted by the brushes to get our holes nice and receptive. After a few minutes the brushes were removed, and immediately replaced by cocks. The fucking was hard and rough from the outset, but I was sufficiently experienced and stretched that it just felt incredible from the get-go. Again, however, my Swedish friend seemed to be struggling with it a bit, probably because his brother-in-law normally went easier on him. However, after a lot of pained panting and groaning, he eventually relaxed and took the fucking. They did a round robin on us for a while, none of them actually reaching the point of breeding, before the fucking stopped and they went back to brushing our holes again for a few moments. I could tell this was to make sure we were really raw now that they were getting close, and sure enough the brush in my hole was quickly replaced by a cock that was slammed in right as the guy roared out. I revelled in feeling him shoot his toxic load into me, and my Swedish partner in crime was even more vocal in his enjoyment of receiving the same treatment. No sooner had the two tops come down off their ejaculations and withdrawn, before the next pair of tops slammed into us and delivered their venom. “Ene mene mu und raus bist du” the last of the men said slowly while standing behind us, clearly making a decision on which of us was going to receive a third load. I was a little disappointed when he rammed into the Swede. Once he was done, the pair of us were pulled up from our bent over positions and walked over to a part of the factory floor where there was a large drain. “On knees!” one of the tops barked, and we both hurriedly got down onto the floor. I knew what was coming, and while I had never actually engaged in watersports, I had seen enough porn to know I should assume a certain position and open my mouth. “You!” barked one of the other men at the Swede, “do same!” All five of them then began to piss on us, whether that was in our mouths, on top of our heads, or elsewhere on our bodies. I heard the Swede gag choke a couple of times, but I was fine and actually realised why men got into this so much. When they were done, they walked away from us towards the door they had first emerged from. “You shower!” barked one of them before he went through the door, pointing at another door over to the side. “Then we come back.” We both hauled ourselves off the floor once they’d left the room, and made our way over to the doorway. Inside was a dark tiled bathroom, and even though the only light was what was coming through the open door from the factory floor, I could see that it was filthy. However, when the Swede went over to a visible shower head and turned the tap underneath, water did indeed start to flow out of it. “It’s cold” he said. “Then we better be quick” I replied. Each of us took a turn washing all the piss off our skin under the freezing cold stream, not removing any of our gear given that had also been soaked by the men. Once done, we headed to the part of the factory where the roof was gone so we could try to dry off and warm up in the small amount of sunshine that was still making it into that space, though I made a quick dash over to get my cigarettes first. “That was fun” said the Swede, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Sure was” I said. “How long do you think they’ll keep fucking us?” he asked. “The whole night hopefully” I said, giving him a wink. “Better chance of it taking with multiple loads.” The Swede nodded and smiled at that, but said nothing more. We therefore just smoked in silence, pondering what lay in store for us once the men were ready again. I couldn’t wait…

I don’t view piss or spit as degrading. Instead, it’s just fluid exchange. And as such, it’s hot.

Fuck yes! Yours especially...

I guess it's half way through the year. I got (12) and gave (32) so thats 44 loads from 108 fucks. Yesterday I was working down near this industrial area, which has a park. So I took a walk around the park, because the weather was good but cold, its mid winter here, there was no one really there. I met a guy from a factory in one of the forest patches, he was just into jacking off. He pulled down his shorts and I stood behind him with my hard cock against his ass. But that's all he wanted. He shot his load pretty quick.So I started back to my truck. Then I saw a dude, I think I have seen there before. I turned back to the trees, and he followed me. I walked into a hidden place, and there was another dude there smoking and playing on his phone. I walked to another place, and the first guy followed me. He walked up close to me and rubbed my cock through my cargo pants. I was already hard and it showed. He was soft. We played around for a bit, and he hardened up in his jeans. He dropped his pants, so did I. He reached around to rub my ass. I knew what he wanted. He was hard as. I grabbed my handy lube and rubbed it in my crack. He rubbed his cock up and down my crack, and he pushed it in a little. The ground was a bit hilly, so I bent over and put my hands on the ground. He pushed in deep and began some strokes. He quickly found his speed and in about a minute I could feel his cock pulsing. I have met him a few times, and he always cums quick. He knows what he wants, and I like it. He must work around there. I headed back to my truck, feeling horny and satisfied. Went to the supermarket and got some groceries felt really good walking round with that load in me.

I am not a slave. And I never could fill that role. However, for a night or weekend like this, I’ll volunteer as tribute!

Chapter 4 – Who is This? Chapters 1 through 3 tell about a day when I fulfilled a buddy’s fantasy of having a slave to do his bidding. We started with me cleaning his place (naked, of course), then got to his playroom. He’s just left me, blindfolded, in the sling, where I am recovering from a massive ass assault while on his St Andrews cross. Here I am, spun out of my mind, blindfolded in Doug’s sling. Doug has left the room, and I’m playing in my gaping hole. I have no idea what is coming next or when it is coming, but I know it will be good. I heard footsteps approach, then the click of the torch followed by the bubbling of the water in the pipe. “Open up.” I did, and a mouth clamped onto mine. Then, I exhaled a cloud into my lungs. I held it and then started to exchange it with Doug. We did this a few times when he told me the next one was all mine. I was determined to hold the smoke as long as possible and felt my head spinning when I finally exhaled. “Again”, Doug ordered. I once again sucked in a massive cloud and held it until I could not hold it any longer. Doug chuckled when I exhaled and said, “You are going to be so spun!”. Then, I felt fingers at my hole. I also heard Doug walking away to put down the pipe and torch. My head swiveled over to Doug, and he must have noticed my surprise. “Oh, I’m sharing you today. This is Steve, and I loaned him your ass.” We’ve played with lots of other guys, but I couldn’t figure out who this was. Truth be told, sometimes we didn’t even know their names; we just got naked, spun, and started working each other’s asses. I might have played with this guy, but I had no way of knowing since the blindfold was still preventing me from seeing anything. “Fuck, you’ve really opened up his hole,” Steve said. “Yeah, he’s ready for you,” replied Doug. I eagerly awaited whatever Steve was going to do to me. I still had the harness and collar on, and Steve used it to pull me up so that he could kiss me. His tongue probed my mouth, and I responded in kind. I hoped he might be gentler on me if we made out, so I put all my effort into kissing him. “His little T dick even responded to that,” Steve said. My dick wasn’t hard, but it had plumped up from making out with Steve. First, he rubbed around my ass with his hands, then added his cock into the mix. I was pleased to note that it was hard. Maybe he hadn’t or didn’t party, or he was one of those rare guys who stay hard when they’re spun. Either way, I figured that I was about to get fucked. Steve slid his cock into my ass with ease. It was greased up and available, so his entry was easy. I clamped down on his cock as best I could. Even with all the other ass work, a cock still is the best thing to go in my ass. Knowing that another guy is plowing my ass with the intent of breeding me is exciting beyond belief, and I wanted Steve to appreciate my efforts. He got into a slow but steady pace. His cock felt great in my ass, and I liked knowing that I was making him happy. How did I know? Well, Steve was a talker. “Great ass.” “Fuck, your hole is amazing.” “I’m going to plow you deep.” You like that, don’t you pig?” I sure as hell did like it and nodded my head and squeezed his cock to let him know how much I appreciated his dick. Before long, he pulled out. His hands went back to my ass, and I waited for what came next. He started out by inserting a few fingers in me, but Doug told him that he could just go right to fisting me. Steve groaned when he heard that and pulled his fingers back. I heard him apply more lube to his hands, and then he was at my hole. Steve placed his fist at my entrance and pushed. It didn’t take much effort at this point to get inside my ass. He slid in, and I used my muscles to pull him deeper into me. He said to Doug, “You were right. This ass is amazing!” I smiled at his compliment and knew that he had only just begun to experience what my ass could do. Steve was plunging his hand in and out of me at an unhurried pace. At one point, I could tell he added his other hand into the mix as I felt the knuckles going in a different direction when he entered me. Also, the second hand was larger than the first one. “Do you want him to get really piggy?” Doug asked. Steve must have agreed because I smelled the poppers near my nose. “Sniff deep,” Steve said. I did, and then he fed some to the second nostril. When they hit, I spread my legs even wider in the sling and moved my ass down a bit, letting Steve continue to plunder my hole. He sped up the pace when he saw how willing I was, and it felt fantastic. My cock was again leaking, but this time, I could tell from the quantity that it was piss. Soon, I felt a mouth on my cock and let my piss flow into Doug’s mouth. He swallowed it and then came up to give me a big, wet kiss. While Steve was still pummeling my ass, I felt Doug’s cock at my mouth. “Drink my piss, slave,” he snarled. I began gulping it down, but it was really flowing out of his cock. Some did spill out of my mouth, and I apologized for that when he was done pissing. His piss had the bitterness from the T that we had ingested, as I’m sure mine did. But it would help to amp up the high, so it was all worth it. Steve was back to fisting my ass at a more leisurely pace. Soon, he drove his larger fist in and held it in place. I felt his fingers probing around his arm, working their way into my ass. Doug must have seen what was going on because he pulled away, and I heard the sound of more lube being squeezed out onto Steve’s hands. It didn’t take him long to work all his fingers in alongside his arm. Then, he pulled the arm inside me back but didn’t take it out of my ass. He wrapped the fingers and thumb of his other hand around his arm and exerted pressure on my hole. It took some pressure and conscious relaxation on my part, but his second hand entered my hole along the other. This was my first time taking a double fist, and it felt astounding. My hole was stretched to new proportions, and I was filled beyond my dreams. This didn’t last very long since it was a massive stretch on my ass. Steve pulled his left hand out and said, “I always jack off with my right hand.” With that, he inserted his hard cock into my ass and wrapped his fingers around it. Now, he could thrust back and forth while his hand and cock stayed inside me. This got me to reach down again and open my ass up to him as much as I could. “I want your load,” I said. “You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it,” returned Steve. It might have all been part of the role-play, but it was hot to hear that anyway. He pumped away for a while. I could tell that he was gripping his cock more firmly since I felt the hand in my ass tighten up. Soon, he grunted as he shoved his cock as deep inside me as he could. I felt his cock spasm, and his hand also shook as he shot his cum deep into my ass. It’s rewarding to be given a load and know that I have given another guy that much pleasure. He kept his cock and hand inside me as his cock started to deflate. First, his cock came out, then his hand. He stood up from the stool and came to my head. “Open up,” he growled as he shoved his cock in my mouth. I could taste all the lube, ass juices, and cum on his dick as I tenderly cleaned it off for him. While I was cleaning off Steve’s cock, Doug sat down on the stool and slipped his hand inside me. He was going for depth this time. I guess he figured that Steve had me opened up enough, so the next frontier was deep. Steve had to leave, so he went to get dressed. I never got to see the guy who double-fisted me for the first time and then jacked a load out of his cock into my ass. It’s pretty hot to think that I could be out in public and see him; he’ll know it was me, but I’ll have no idea that he thrashed my ass like he did. Doug pulled out of my ass to accompany Steve. He told me he’d be back, and we’d continue our session. After a bit of time, Doug returned with two cold drinks for us. It’s always important to stay hydrated when you’re playing, and we also would be able to get into some more piss play if we kept drinking. He removed the blindfold (luckily, the shades were drawn, and the room was dimly lit) and we walked over to the bed to rest before our next event.

I arrived at the generous handsome bear's hotel room door at 8 p.m. sharp. Part of me was scared as hell; what the fuck was I thinking? How many guys was I offering my ass to? Would any of them be toxic? Holy fuckin shit, why hadn't I gotten on PreP? I'd had so many opportunities. How Could I have been so fuckin lazy? But the bigger part of me had little room for these worries. It was consumed with anticipatory questions. How big is the bear's cock? How many different raw cocks would get into me? How many delicious loads would paint my gut walls? How many would be dangerously toxic? Would they tell me before knocking me up? Would I go ahead and take their poison anyway? Fuck, how I love the danger! The bear answered the door in a plush white bath robe that showed off the thick grey hair matting his chest and the beautiful tan of his skin. Another question rushed in ... does he have a tan line, or like me take the sun naked. I was willing to wager ... no tan line. He didn't only have a room but a luxurious suite. He pulled me in for a hug and passionate kiss and soon maneuvered me towards the couch. His bathrobe was dropped and most of my questions were answered. Especially the size of his member. Only semi erect and it was already thick and eight inches long. Maybe he is a shower not a grower I thought. Not so, when I got it in my mouth it became beer can thick and eventually 12 inches in length. Holy shit, I thought, what have I got myself into . Despite my reservations I performed oral for the next 5 minutes. Then he reminded me my offer included fucking my face. I grabbed his hips and impaled him balls deep down my throat. It was only a couple minutes but he pounded my face. I was coughing and spitting up a storm. "Get out of your clothes slut, time for me to get acquainted with your ass." He ordered. I quickly stripped and bent over the arm of the couch. Soon he was rimming my hole like an expert, always focused on getting me wetter and wetter. When his tounge started to fuck me I was in heaven, completely forgetting what was about to come. Then his mouth left my hole and I could feel his raw mushroom head teasing my rear entry. Refusing to give into my fears I pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back to impale myself on the head of his monster. I was in utterly unbearable pain, but there was no way I was going to pull away, or ask him to stop. I owed him a great thank you fuck and come hell or high water he was going to have free access to my tight hole. I just kept breathing deeply and pushing back until he was balls deep. He didn't wait for permission, he just took that as permission to power fuck my ass. For the next half hour it only got more and more intense. And then he went into overdrive and I knew his load was close. Inside my ass started to feel like a cum tsunami. Blast after Blast of his hot cum painted my gut walls. Then he collapsed on my back and lay there regaining his breath. It was only after a moment that I began to think and fear this might be it. Just him, no buddies. I decided to take the high road and not complain. He finally climbed off me and pointed me towards the bathroom door. He encouraged me to make myself comfortable and take the second door that led into the bedroom when I was ready. Damn I thought. Only him and no toxic excitement. But if that's what he wanted for his money, who was I to complain.

Either way is hot, but I'm a verbal bottom anyway so as long as the top is fucking and breeding my ass I'm good!

I don't bottom very often, but not only do I get hard, I precum like a maniac and if I even touch my dick I'll cum!

Chapter 2 – He Decides In Chapter 1, I tell about a role-play session with Doug, a long-term buddy of mine. We’ve fulfilled each other’s fantasies a lot, and he wanted to have me serve him as a slave for the day. He’s had me do some chores, including getting the playroom ready for us. Now, I’m in the sling while he has his way with my body. Doug’s hand felt great inside my ass. My ass had just swallowed his hand up to the wrist, but we both knew that there was more width and more depth to come. He slowly rotated his hand inside my hole to let me feel the best stretch possible. He used the widest part of his hand to expand my hole and get it ready for what was to come. My ass was, quite literally, in his hands. Per our agreement, he could do whatever he wanted so long as he stayed within the parameters we agreed to earlier. We also had a safe word (“pomegranate”) if things got too out of control, but I didn’t think we’d need it. Doug started to pull his hand back and forth, keeping it inside my ass but letting me feel the motions. Next, he pulled all the way out to apply more lube. I noticed that he lubed his arm all the way up to his elbow. We had never gotten that deep before but today might be the day when he could give me his whole arm. When he entered my ass again, he went deeper than before. He knows my ass well, so he was familiar with the route through it. First, he went in and kept moving steadily forward, but he knew he’d need to turn to the right and move up a bit when he wanted to get to (and through) my second hole. He slowly and comfortably navigated the terrain of my ass. Before breaching my second sphincter, he pulled his hand back out. When he saw me look down in surprise, and probably a little bit of disappointment, that he didn’t go deeper, he growled, “I decide what happens to your ass and when it happens.” Fuck yeah, this was going to be a hot scene. Doug applied more lube to his hands and arms, letting me watch as he calmly greased his arm up to his elbow. He was watching me watching him, and it seemed to get him excited. I kept quiet since a good slave only speaks when spoken to. But my ass was speaking volumes as my hole pulsed with excitement at what was going to happen. Once Doug had applied sufficient lube, he again sat down on the stool at the foot of the sling and fingered my hole. He was using both hands this time and got all four fingers from both hands inside me. Beyond the stretch that provided, he would spread his hands apart from time to time, expanding my hole to accommodate something with substantial girth. Without warning, Doug removed one hand and shoved the other into my ass. This time, he went in quickly and navigated the terrain from a point of knowledge. He was soon at my second sphincter, which he massaged with his fingers, encouraging it to open up for him. He got my muscles to relax and open my inner hole. Feeling his fingers enter my colon was an amazing sensation, and I groaned with delight. Doug looked up sharply at me and said, “This is for my pleasure, not yours.” I nodded in agreement and silently vowed to hold back on my display of enjoyment throughout this session. Doug was probing around inside me, feeling up my inner walls and making me squirm in delight. Even though I was feeling wonderful sensations, I did not express my feelings about this since I was simply an ass for my master to explore. Doug slowly withdrew from my inner cavity and now rested his hand just inside my hole. He was feeling around with his fingers here, knowing that he was brushing across my prostate and sending indescribable vibrations throughout my body. But, again, I kept silent about my enjoyment of his ministrations. He did prompt my cock to ooze precum while he was massaging me. When he saw that, he leaned over and pulled my cock out of the jockstrap and into his mouth. Then he told me to clean up the liquid on my stomach. I obeyed, like a good slave, and used my fingers to wipe the precum off my body. Of course, I licked my fingers after each swipe through the fluid to taste the salty and sweet goodness that had oozed out of my cock. He put the pouch back over my cock. Next, Doug stood up and braced his arm against his stomach. “Fuck yourself on my arm,” he demanded. I was happy to comply. One of the best things about getting my ass worked over in a sling is that I can sometimes control the fuck. By bracing my feet on the frame, I began to rock myself back and forth, riding Doug’s arm. I really got into it and started to do some larger and faster swings. Doug was enjoying this, so it still felt like I was in a submissive position to him. Doug growled, “Stop,” when his hand was very deep inside me. I held my position and felt his hand move slightly within my ass. Each small movement translated to something bigger while he was inside me. He started some more movements and allowed me to relax back into the sling. Man, a sling is so great for fisting since it lets the guy being fisted recline back with his ass opened up, and it makes it easy on the top guy since he can use the swing of the sling to help with penetration. Of course, the bottom can also exert some control in the sling by bracing his feet and managing the swing. Now, Doug was fisting me deep. He was in past my second hole on each inward stroke and then would pull out almost all the way on the backstroke. It felt amazing. “Do you want some poppers, slave?” Doug asked. I nodded, but he said, “Open them up for me. You can do them when I tell you to do them.” I picked up the bottle, opened it up, and helped my master inhale the fumes as he leaned forward. He nodded when he was done, and, like a good slave, I recapped the bottle and put it down. The poppers unleashed a new Doug. He did pull all the way out and then pressed his fisted hand against my hole. With pressure from him and the resistance from my weight in the sling, my hole wrapped itself around his fist. Once he was inside me, he kept pushing forward, still with his hand in a fist. He was turning it left and right as he went, and I could feel his knuckles deep inside me. When he got as deep as he wanted to go, he pulled back out and did it all over again, but with more speed this time. His eyes showed his obvious pleasure in pummeling my ass like this, and I was enjoying it too. When he finished pounding my ass, he pulled his hand back out. “I think it’s time for another bump,” Doug said. Even though I was already spun, as a slave, I could not refuse. He picked out a nice size shard and inserted it into my ass with a curled finger. He placed it deep, and I felt the familiar burn as it started to melt. I also knew I would feel the effects in a few minutes. A bump is always interesting since it’s a slower ramp-up than blowing clouds, but the feelings are way more intense. A bump makes me even more of an ass slut than I usually am. Doug walked away after giving me the bump and having me drink some sports drink. I guess he wanted me to feel the rising horniness, and then he would come back to fulfill my needs. He was gone for quite a while. Of course, this wasn’t about fulfilling my needs so much as it was about him exerting control over his slave. Having me spun and horny as fuck in the sling with nothing to do about it must be part of his plan. There were no dildos within reach, but my hands were certainly available to play with my hole. I used my hands to fondle and spread open my hole. I’ve never been able to fist myself (and I respect the lucky bastards who can!), but I could work on opening my ass more than it already was. I was so wrapped up playing in my hole that I didn’t hear Doug return. “Fucking pig, playing in his own hole. That hole is mine!” he growled. I was happy to hear that and pleased to know that he had more plans for my ass. Of course, I also removed my hands from my ass since that belonged to my master. This time, he came in with a huge dildo that I hadn’t seen when I organized the room. It was long and black and had a huge, tapered head on it. “This is my Goose”, Doug told me. “You’re about to feel all of it.” This was a seriously big toy. I’ve taken some large ones, but it’s usually after a lot of ass play to open me up. Since he took his fist out and gave me the bump, the only work that my hole had gotten was the stretching that I did. I guess it was good that I stretched it because it was about to be massively expanded. Doug placed the tip of the toy at my entrance. He prodded inside a bit but could only get a small amount in before he encountered resistance. I knew that he wasn’t giving up until the dildo was inside me, so I tried to relax and open my ass for his ministrations. Doug kept at it, slowly poking the toy into my ass and then taking it back out. He was massaging and prodding at my ass with one of his hands since the other was holding the toy. It was so long that he needed to use both hands when he tried to insert it. His hands, the toy, and my ass were slathered with lube. He was working at getting my ass to open up enough to take the dildo. Between the work of his hand and the repeated insertions of the Goose, he told me that he thought I could take it on the next attempt. He kindly suggested a small poppers hit to help me relax and open. Then, he put the toy at my hole and started to push. Fuck, this felt massive! I was sure it must be all the way in when he said, “That’s about half of the head.” Holy hell, this thing was humungous. But, with just one more push from him, coupled with some pushing out from me, the head slid in and was quickly followed by a good bit of the neck. “We’re not going all the way in with this,” he reassured me. Then, he twisted the Goose just a little bit. My cock reacted by spewing out a load of cum into my jock. I still had on the orange jock, and the pouch had been pretty saturated with precum before this, but it was now soaked. “That needs to come off,” Doug snarled. I rose up a little on the sling so that I could slip the jock off, and the dildo in my ass moved again, causing me to gasp in delight. Dough laughed and helped me slide the jockstrap off. It had to go over the dildo and then was caught up on his arm. He seemed to be ok with that. Now, my cock was fully on display. It was shrunken down from the T but was also covered in a slime of cum and other fluids. Doug took it into his mouth to clean it off. The toy was still in my ass, and those small movements from him were like seismic vibrations in my ass. Doug sat back and told me he would pull the toy out. I knew what it took to get it in, so I knew what to expect when it came out. He pulled back slowly since a toy this massive develops some suction in an ass. Once it cleared the thickest part, my ass ejected the toy of its own accord. Doug caught it and put it back inside me. He did this several more times. “Fuck, your hole is gaping open now,” he exclaimed. After that beast, I’m sure that it was. He fingered my ass with care since he knew that it had been through a lot. “I’m giving you some time off, slave,” he said. With that, he helped me out of the sling and over to the bed. Before I could get comfortable, he handed me my jock and said, “Suck your cum out of this, slave.” I was happy to comply.

Chapter 3: Out at Home That Boston trip had been Adrian Pennyfather’s true awakening. He now knew exactly who and what he was, and what he wanted – and, more to the point, he knew now of at least one way to get it all. No wonder he had such a smug grin on his face whenever he felt sure no one was watching. He was remembering his whole experience with Calum. He hadn’t so much lost his cherry as he had thrown it away as far as possible with both hands. But now he was back home in Exmouth and feeling more trapped than ever. He knew that he needed to get the hell out and go away to live the life he was meant to have, but the means of doing that continued to elude him. It was his father who, unexpectedly, handed him the key one night after dinner, by calling a family council around the dining table once the dishes were done. He explained to his family about how he and the boys’ mother had been squirrelling money away in an education fund for their sons, and how Alex had declined the chance to go to university, preferring to use his undoubted smarts to self-educate on all the new trends in the fishing industry which was his great love. Patrick then offered Adrian the chance to use the fund to attend the Canadian university of his choice, explaining that it had to be in Canada for tax reasons. Dalhousie University in Halifax was an obvious possibility, and there were others in Ontario and farther west. Adrian had already thought that he should study business and commerce, perhaps sensing that he was best suited for a life in some form of self-employment. Dalhousie had its annual recruitment program and visiting weekend coming up, and Adrian wanted to go. His mother, at this point, got a severe attack of Querulous Motherly Worries and said that he couldn’t go unless Alex went with him. She seemed to think that any place larger than Lawrason’s Harbour had to be a hotbed of violent crime, with shootings happening on every street corner day and night – this in spite of the fact that they hadn’t heard a single gunshot during their extended weekend in Boston. Adrian had agreed in his usual quiet, cooperative way, waiting until she was out of the room to roll his eyes. A week later, he was sitting in a small hotel room in Halifax with his feet up on the window ledge. After a busy day of exploring around the campus, collecting information handouts and the like, the brothers had stopped at a takeout to grab some burgers and then landed back in their hotel, with nothing to do and no particular plans for the evening. Adrian was curious, and in his normal way when he wanted to know something, he asked. “Alex, why were you getting so into the whole day, taking so many notes and grabbing all the leaflets? You already decided you didn’t want to go to uni.” Alex sighed. “Truth is, Ade, I don’t know. I keep going back and forth. Sometimes I feel like the life of a fisherman is what I’m cut out for, and sometimes I just worry about missing out on something much bigger and better. And it’s stressing me out, big time.” Adrian nodded. He’d sensed this ambivalence, the feeling of strain, in his big brother. “Have you felt this way for a long time or is it just recent?” “I sort of wondered once in a while about life outside Exmouth, but the feeling got stronger after we’d been in Boston.” “How you gonna keep em down on the farm, huh? Big city weekend in Boston will do that to you every time!” They both laughed. But then Alex replied, and his reply startled Adrian into silence. “That, yes, but something else too. Something I’d realized for a while but wasn’t sure. And then, the second night we were there, I found out for sure.” He paused for a few seconds, drawing breath and strength. “When I saw you across the street, kissing that redheaded guy outside the bar.” Adrian stared. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. The seconds dropped slowly away into silence as Adrian pondered what to say next. Finally, a thought came clearly to the forefront. “So, Alex, now that you know – what next?” “You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone. If you want to keep it secret, that’s your choice. Just so you know, I wasn’t spying on you. That was a fluke.” He paused again. “There’s one thing I have to tell you, though.” Alex paused again, gulped audibly, and then said it, “I was jealous. I wished I’d had the guts to go into that bar too.” Adrian’s eyes were just about to pop out of his head by this time. He got the message loud and clear, but it was the last message he’d ever expected to get. He just couldn’t wrap his brain around it. He’d gotten so used to thinking of his gay identity as being tied up with his lifelong social-misfit status, with being the perennial outsider in the group, and here was his popular, athletic, handsome stud older brother telling him that he was gay too. This time, the silence got to Alex. “It’s weird, Ade. I can’t figure it out. I really want to do things with guys, but I definitely love Peggy and enjoy being with her. I’m so confused. Do you ever feel that way at all?” Adrian couldn’t help feeling that there was something all wrong about his stable, self-assured elder brother asking him for advice, but it was slowly dawning on him that Alex didn’t have it together nearly as much as he had always assumed. “In a word, no. I’ve known for a long time that I’m gay, and only interested in guys. Mostly older guys. The guy you saw me with, he was maybe 2, 3 years older than me. I prefer older. From what you’re saying, it sounds like you’re more bisexual than gay.” Alex looked puzzled, so Adrian proceeded to give him a quick outline of the theory of a continuum of sexual interests. As he was speaking, he could see the confused look slowly lifting off his brother’s face. “Thanks for explaining that, Ade. It’s a big help. Yeah, I’m somewhere in the middle of that continuum and kind of sliding back and forth between the different sides.” “Wow, this is heavy stuff, Alex. It’s no wonder you’re so stressed about it. Listen, any time you need to talk, you know it’s safe to come to me. We’ve got to have each other’s backs.” “You got that right!” They shook hands on it, but then Alex didn’t release Adrian’s hand. Instead, he drew his brother close and wrapped him in a huge bear hug. Both of them relished their newfound feeling of emotional closeness and complicity. Then the dynamic shifted again as Adrian felt his brother’s hand sliding down his back to cup his ass. Adrian sprang back. “Whoa, brother!” “Is that a ‘No’?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go there. For all sorts of reasons.” Alex stood there, looking at him like a puppy who’d just been sternly called a “Bad Dog.” And Adrian tried to explain further. “It’s not like I don’t love you, as my brother. You need to know, I’ve had a major case of the hots for you ever since I hit puberty, and I’ve always had to keep it under control, out of sight, even more than all my other feelings. I’m afraid of what will happen if I let it all loose now, which of us is going to get hurt worse.” Alex glanced slyly at the front of Adrian’s jeans. “Looks to me like it’s been let loose already.” He stepped closer again and began to palm Adrian’s bulge. “Let’s just see what happens, and we agree it’s one time only and just for us to get some experience.” Adrian wanted to demur but with his older brother standing over him, with his big firm hand on Adrian’s cock, he just didn’t have the will power. He slowly melted into the moment and let himself go with the flow as his cock continued to expand under Alex’s gentle rubbing. Then he reached out and grasped his brother’s rock-hard dick, rubbing it just as lightly. He could never remember afterwards how they got each other undressed so quickly, but he never forgot the sensations of embracing each other under the shower, stroking each other’s bodies and soaping each other all over. It was Adrian who first paid particular attention to Alex’s ass, and Alex, always a quick learner, rapidly reciprocated. As they rinsed off the soap, Adrian knew it was time for him to start the lesson. He had just one moment to think how crazy it was that his second encounter should be to teach someone else what he’d learned from his first time, and then conscious thought fled away as he buried his face in Alex’s crack and began to work on it. Adrian tried his best but had to admit that his poorly-practiced best was far short of what Calum had given him that night in Boston. He’d given up his ass for the second time, letting his big brother feel the effects of a tight man’s hole on an erect cock. But Alex wasn’t a bit readier than Adrian and predictably kept letting himself get squeezed out. Finally he stayed in long enough to cum inside his little brother, but it was plain that both of them were less than thrilled. Adrian summed it all up by saying, “You need two things to really make it work. You need experience, and you need attraction that overwhelms your defences.” “Just like straight sex in that respect,” Alex added, laughing. With that, Adrian laughed too, and they were over the rough spot. A few weeks later, Adrian had an invitation to share a ride to Montreal for a similar orientation at McGill University. His mother wanted to lay down the same condition, but Adrian had to tell her that there was no spare room in the car for another person. Alex chimed in, too. “For heaven’s sake, Mom, Adrian is more mature and has more common sense in his little finger than a lot of the adults in this town. He’ll be fine with his friends.” When they got to Montreal and settled in, the four guys were talking about what to do that night. Predictably, they wanted to go to a strip club. Adrian begged off, saying that he just wanted to unwind. The others immediately began hassling him, urging him to come on out and see some real babes with real boobs, and other imaginative things of that kind. Adrian still demurred. Then Paul Porter, the captain of the hockey team, said, “What’s with you? You gay or something? Maybe want to check out some of the gay bars here?” Adrian was just leaving as Paul asked that. He turned around in the doorway. Without even thinking about it, he answered, the simple truth. “As a matter of fact, yes.” The reaction was volcanic to put it mildly. And the word was all over Exmouth, Lower West Exmouth, and Upper East Exmouth by Monday morning. But by that time, Adrian had already gotten just what he wanted. He’d gone off on his own to one of the legendary stripper bars on Ste-Catherine, quickly got invited to join a table with a few other young guys, and had an evening very much to his liking, watching the naked muscle studs dancing on stage, or wandering around the room to ask clients if they’d like private dances. At one point, he commented that none of them were having much luck getting hard, and Matteo, one of the other guys laughed. “Mostly straight, that’s why.” Adrian found Matteo attractive. Dark, Italianate good looks, a slim well-muscled body (shown off by a snug t-shirt), and a sexy smile and ready laugh. By the end of the first half-hour, Matteo had shifted his chair closer to Adrian, so they were sitting right up against each other. After another hour, and a couple more of the bar’s well-watered drinks, Matteo leaned over in a quiet moment, and asked quietly, “Want to go over to my place? It’s not far.” Adrian agreed, but he didn’t let his guard down. He’d heard stories. As they walked along the street, he kept his eyes on the street signs, and when they turned down a side street and entered an apartment building, he noted the address. As they waited for the elevator, he texted Paul with Matteo’s name, address, and his picture and the words “call cops if not back by breakfast.” Inside the apartment, Adrian locked his phone and put it away, ready to have a good time. So was Matteo. He didn’t even bother offering a drink, just drew Adrian right into his arms and began making out. Almost at once, he dropped his hand down to Adrian’s crotch and began squeezing and stroking. It worked pretty quickly. Adrian was definitely turned on by this Italian beauty, and he was excited for what was about to happen. In no time flat, Matteo had all of Adrian’s clothes off and was diving down to kiss and suck on Adrian’s semi-hard cock. At first, he had it all in his mouth, but as that monstrous pole kept growing longer and thicker he had to back progressively away. Finally, Matteo choked on it and had to spit it out, asking, “Does this thing ever stop growing?” Adrian laughed. “It’s all the way there now,” he said as he took advantage of the respite to start tugging Matteo’s clothes off. Matteo led the way to the bed, and the two of them laid down, head to tail, and launched into a vigorous sixty-nine. It was true that neither of them were having much luck at deep-throating the other (one because of lack of experience, and the other because of lack of a double-jointed jaw) but both of them were giving it their all. Just as Adrian began to feel that he was approaching the point of no return, Matteo stopped again. “I don’t know if I can take that tree trunk in my ass or not, but I sure as hell want to try.” “Here, let me get you ready first.” Adrian twitched Matteo over onto his face and launched into eating his ass. After doing this trick three times, he definitely had more and better experience at rimming than at anything else – so far. When he had Matteo moaning and squirming on the bed, and that olive-skinned hole was loosening up nicely, he reached over to the bedtable and grabbed the lube that was there. He fingered the cool gel into Matteo’s hole, and around his crack, then spread a generous handful all over the shaft and head of his own massive tool. “Okay, Matteo, you’re ready to do this now. I’ll lie on my back. You get up and sit on it.” In later years, he would tell the story after he’d had a couple of drinks at a party, all about the first guy who’d ever gotten all of Adrian’s enormous cock inside his ass. He told it well, but that was just because he had plenty of time to watch and listen as Matteo struggled, to feel the guy shifting around on his epic spear until his insides began to shift and make room, to recall the look on Matteo’s face when one more obstacle gave way and he finally sank right down until his cheeks rested on Adrian’s hips – and he had the biggest cock he’d ever seen all the way inside his gaping hole, tight no longer. Adrian had already cum once, at about the point when Matteo was seventy percent of the way there, but he assured Matteo, “I can keep going if you can.” And keep going Matteo did, right to the bottom of the shaft and then up and down in a slow, steady rhythm until he had fucked two loads of cum out of himself and Adrian had blasted a second and even bigger load inside his hard-working fuck tunnel. Afterwards, when they’d showered and dried off, they lay on the bed together, cuddling some more, and that’s when Matteo said it: “Dammit, with a dick like that you ought to be up on the stage instead of some of those pathetic limp dicks we saw tonight!” Adrian had laughed, but Matteo insisted. “Hey, man, I’m serious!” Finally, though, Adrian remembered why he was in Montreal, and got up to get dressed and get some sleep before the open day at McGill in the morning. He and Matteo exchanged phone numbers and kisses as he left. He got back to the room at about 2:00 am and found that the door had considerately been left on the latch. As soon as he opened it, he heard snoring, so he kicked his shoes off quietly and flopped down onto the sofa bed. For the rest of the weekend, Adrian volunteered no information, and the other guys didn’t ask for any. Truth be told, all of them liked Adrian as a team member, and were worried about what might happen to him come Monday. Perhaps they all sensed that the less said, the better. The same could hardly be said of the population of the three Exmouths. One or more of the boys on the road trip had shared the Big Confession with friends back home, and the word spread from house to house and family to family with the speed of a wildfire in dry brush. Alex Pennyfather heard the news from a friend, and decided to keep his mouth shut at home, hoping in vain to help cover his younger brother’s tracks. But it was all for naught. At church on Sunday, Mrs. Duncraig, the acknowledged champion gossip of the three villages, had approached Adrian’s parents with a loud, “I’m so sorry to hear of your trouble, Mary, Patrick.” When they asked her what she meant, she patted Mary’s arm and said, “Why, about Adrian admitting that he is homosexual. My condolences.” If there had been anyone in the congregation who hadn’t heard about the Big Confession by that time, Eileen Duncraig’s strong, penetrating nasal voice brought them fully up to speed without her even having to talk to anyone else except Adrian’s parents. That night, when the car dropped Adrian off on his return from Montreal, his parents were waiting for him – his mother sitting at the kitchen table with tearstained cheeks, his father scowling like an unusually violent thunderstorm, and his brother sitting by with a look of concern. Adrian took one look around the room and sighed resignedly. “I can see you’ve all heard the news.” Twenty minutes later, after his father had finally run out of fuel for the raging fire of his anger, and his mother had run out of tears, Adrian said, “You asked what I had to say for myself. Okay, yes, it’s true. I’m gay.” And then, as if someone had flipped a switch, his days of being shy abruptly ended. The words poured out of him. “How do I know? Because I’m the one living it, and I’ve been living it since I was seven or eight years old – that’s why I’m so sure that guys, not girls, are what I want. My future? What am I going to do? I’m not sure yet, except that I know for sure that Exmouth isn’t where I’m going to spend the rest of my life. Where am I going to go? To be decided, but probably Halifax to start with. And then we’ll see. “Aren’t I ashamed of myself for being so immoral and sinful? Be ashamed for being who I am? Living life like that really would be hell. And don’t even get me started on what I think of a supposedly Christian church that would tell a person to live their entire life in self-hatred. Don’t I even care about what I’ve done to my family? Of course I care, but I can tell you that this had to happen sooner or later. So now it’s happened. Done and dusted.” His father roared, “You bloody arrogant little girly boy…” and took a step towards Adrian, hand upraised for a killer slap. That was when Alex sprang to his feet and leaped forward, seizing his father’s wrist. Adrian stood stock-still, staring down his father. And the three of them froze. Patrick slowly turned the spotlight of his fierce glare on Alex. “Are you telling me that you’re a wimpy little fag now, too?” Alex’s tone was just as hard and threatening as his father’s had been. In that moment, he was every inch his father’s son. “I’m telling you that if you so much as lay a finger on my brother, both of us will be gone – and we won’t be coming back.” With that, the battle was over – and all four of them likely sensed that the war had also ended. Within a week, Alex and Adrian had arranged a ride to Halifax and a place to stay while they looked around for jobs. The whole story continued going around and around as a good deal more than a nine days’ wonder in Exmouth, continuously getting elaborated as it travelled from one heated imagination to the next. But Adrian Pennyfather, the guy with the biggest tool, was gone. As far as he was concerned, he’d gone for good.

-Martin It was about 4 am when I got home. I crashed out the second I got to my bed. When I woke up and took a shower I couldn’t stop feeling my hole. It was still puffy and a little gaped from last night. I thought that I should feel guilty since another man had been opening up my guts the night before, but I didn’t I loved it and it didn’t really feel like cheating just like being helped by a friend. The second I got out of the shower I called master “Hey boy I knew you’d call” he said while I heard a weird moan in the background. “Yeah I had a great-“ I began to say but was interrupted by a moan of “poz me master” on masters side. It was followed by a slap and master saying “sorry needy slut can’t be quiet” “Oh that’s ok” I said hesitantly “So how about you come over next Friday and we can really get started on stretching you out” “That sounds amazing” I said ending the call The entire week I was so fucking horny. I had been jacking my 7 inch cock at least 4 times a day thinking about that night when finally on Friday I got another call from master. “Hey boy how about you come on over to my place at about noon how’s that sound” It was 11:30 right now “that sounds great but I haven’t had time to shave or anything” “Ha that’s fine boy we’ll take care of all that here, see you then” I rushed over to masters place throwing on a crop top and gym shorts. As I made it 3 blocks down I remembered I forgot underwear by the very obvious tent in my pants but decided to just keep going. When I made it to masters door I was about to knock when the door opened. It was the man who had driven me home the other night I think his name was Greg. “Hey man boss is waiting upstairs” he said walking with a strange gait to the bar I walked up the stairs and found master standing there wearing only large black leather boots and a leather vest. In that moment I got a view of the largest cock I’d ever seen in my life. It had to be a foot long and beer can thick with a massive spiked PA on the tip his head also had a biohazard tattoo on it that was several other places on him as well. His balls hung down at least a few inches as well and seemed to be the size of eggs. “Oh sorry boy lost track of time with Greg, you don’t mind if I just wear this right” he said as he came over and wrapped his arm around me “No it’s fine” I mumbled still transfixed by his horse cock. “Good leave your clothes in here then we’ll get started” he said as I stripped down. This time I had worn a thong that Chris had gotten me on our anniversary . When master saw it he picked it up and hung it on his PA. “Alright now let’s go get you cleaned up” he said showing me up to the master bathroom. “Now first let’s get you nice and smooth here’s a bottle of lotion just rub some on and leave it til it burns” “Ok” I said as I began rubbing the lotion all over my body. After a few minutes it started to burn really badly and I ran into the shower and tried to turn it on while master laughed at my flailing. He then came and pressed a button which turned the water on. “Ha now that you’re done flailing about let’s get that hole cleaned out” he said taking a hose from the wall. “Now I want you to hold this until I say let go alright boy” “Yes sir” I said feeling him push the hose into my hole.as I felt the pressure building inside of me master started to push on my stomach forcing me to release “Bad boy I didn’t say to let go” he said with a smile before grabbing my balls and squeezing so hard I thought they would pop. I let out a half moan half scream confused by the mix of pain and pleasure. “Now let’s try again” he said repeating the process. This tim I did manage to hold it in however. “Good boy now release” “ seems like you’re good to go now put this thong back on it makes you look extra sluty” he said taking the thong off his PA and handing it to me. As I slid it on he slapped my ass soliciting a moan from me. Master then slipped 2 fingers into my hole and guided me to the basement. He was rubbing his thick calloused fingers directly against my prostate sending waves of pleasure through me. I looked down and saw I was rock hard with a steady flow of precum from my cock. “Looks like someone’s excited to get cunted” master said as I was on the verge of an orgasm. When we were at the sling I felt the orgasm about to come on then he suddenly pulled out. “Fuck please I was so close” I moaned out “Aw too bad we have a lot of work to do on that hole if we want to make it a cunt.” Master said as his thick hands wrapped around my waist and hoisted me into the sling. After he locked my legs and hands he grabbed an industrial looking breathing mask and some spray bottle. He began spraying the filters of the mask before walking over to me. “ this is a stronger form of poppers that’ll really help you open up now lift your head” I was unsure for a second but decided to trust master and let him slid the mask on. As I breathed in the chemical smell filled my lungs and I went flying my body felt warm and relaxed and my head felt light. Just then master inserted the first dildo into me. The pleasure was unimaginable my cock was pissing gallons of precum and after a few minutes the orgasm from before hit me and I shot my load into the puddle of precum flowing on my chest. This did nothing to stop master as he just continued to work my hole with ever increasing dildos. I wasn’t sure how many times I’d cum when I looked up and saw that master had his entire hand inside me. He was trying to push deeper but it was too tight. “Fuck your cunt is too tight” master sighed before walking to a cabinet to grab something. He came back with a shot glass and pulled the mask off my mouth. “This is g it’ll loosen you right up” he said “I don’t do drugs” I said dizzily “It’s not a drug it’s a drink” he said putting it to my mouth “Ok I guess” I agreed as he pour the disgusting liquid down my throat before putting my mask back on. I felt the liquid warm up inside me and spread all over making me tingle. When master put his fist back on my hole pleasure shot through me as he slowly pushed in. “Please more” I moaned through the mask as master slowly worked his thick arm deeper into me. As I watched from the ceiling mirror I saw he was nearly at the elbow before he began to pull out and begin fist fucking my cunt. I was racked with back to back orgasms as he worked my hole when suddenly I felt something new. I felt him penetrate something deeper in me and realized he was fingering my inner hole. He was spreading it open with his fingers causing me to begin pissing myself in pleasure. He looked up at me with a devious look before suddenly shoving his fist into my inner hole. The intense pain overwhelmed me forcing a scream out follow by master quickly pulling his arm out. “Ha look at this boy you had your first prolapse.” I felt my hole on the outside of me as master slapped my fuck guts before he pushed it back into me. He came and took my mask off before asking how I was feeling “So fucking amazing master” I moaned out. “Good I’m glad now it’s almost 8 and the bar is going to open soon so I’ve gotta go help but you’re welcome to stay here and keep stretching your hole. I’ll probably be back in an hour or 2” “Ok master that sounds good” I said as master unlocked me and helped me out the sling “I’ll get out a dildo that you can fuck yourself on and some more g to keep you loose how’s that sound boy” “Great master” I responded eagerly holding him for support as I started standing after having my hole destroyed. The cum and piss that had been on my chest began flowing down my body as master put a dildo and bottle next to the sling “Now I’ll see you later remember little sips of g” he said before leaving. I approached the dildo and crouched over it feeling it slowly push into me as I drank down some of the g. I began to fuck myself on the dildo and felt it push through me spreading my guts. I kept drinking the g and riding the dildo for who knows how long until I heard someone coming downstairs. Master entered the room but with him was a small brown haired twink. He looked kinda out of it when master threw him on the sling and smiled at me. Masters cock was fully hard and he slammed it hard into the bottom. “Fuck yes daddy” the twink moaned out “give me that toxic cock” “Oh you want my poz cum you fucking chaser whore” master responded “Yes please infect me with your strain daddy” the bottom moaned back “You’ll get what you’re asking for faggot” master said as he slapped the bottom before continuing the savage fucking of his hole. I just continued riding my dildo unsure of what else to do. After a long while master whispered something into the bottoms ear and he responded “please daddy fill my ass with your hiv positive cum, infect me with hiv for the rest of my life” before master bottomed out into him with a moan. I was shocked, did master have hiv. Was he giving it to this guy, why was he begging for it. After cuming master pulled out of the twink and shoved his massive cock that seemed to be covered in blood down the bottoms throat before taking him upstairs. When master came down again he was wearing the same clothes but with a pair of leather pants as well. “How have you been doing boy” he asked while rubbing my head. I just stared at him too confused to speak. “ oh are you upset about what you saw” I nodded in response “ don’t worry boy it’s the hiv you’re scared of right” I nodded again “ you don’t need to worry baby everything I’ve put in you is entirely clean. The only way you could get it here is if I came in you but you have a boyfriend and would never cheat on him right?” “ I’d never cheat on the man I love, but why did he want hiv” I asked “ well you see hiv is a disease but it’s also very freeing once you have it you’re apart of a community of other manwhores who totally understand your needs” he said pointing at the biohazard tattoo around his belly button “this is their symbol” he said helping me off the dildo. I had so many thoughts running through my head as master helped me get dressed. However before he got my pants on he shoved a butt plug into me. “Wear this til you come back Monday okay” I nodded. “There’s a car to take you back to your place” he said just like last time before sending me off with a slap to the ass. As I walked outside I noticed that the twink was standing naked on the side of the building being spoken to by two old men in full leather. I quickly made my way to the car where Greg drove me home.

Last weekend I got a message off an old fuck bud. Within a few texts it was clear he wanted my ass. So I invited him over and we were naked in no time. I sucked his huge cock and it got harder and harder in my mouth until I was gagging. That’s when I knew it was time to get my ass in the air. He doesn’t rim, just looked at my ass and wanked himself even harder. He spat on my hole and without lube pushed his bell end against my hole until I opened up. We have fucked loads over the years but never even considered using a condom, he’s turned on by knowing I’m poz due to being a greedy raw bottom, says I know how to take cock. So his bare head entered my tight hole and he pushed in further sensing that I wanted him inside me deep. He went balls deep (he’s a very thick 10”) paused a moment, then started thrusting in me. The harder he went in me the more I opened up until my hole stayed open ready for his bare cock to stretch my cum hungry hole. He fucked me hard for about 30 minutes then I felt him get even harder inside me, but I wanted it knowing that I would soon be flooded with sperm. I felt the pulsing start and his hot cum hit my insides, it was a big load. He fucked it in me deeper and gently pulled out. I sucked his cum soaked cock clean, his cum was delicious. My insides felt awesome, used and bred by a massive hard dick, skin on skin, his neg load now deep in my poz cum hungry ass, used and open after a good breeding. Pic is him half in me, in balls deep and before going in.

Chapter 2: The Shy Guy Adrian walked along the twisting shore road, kicking his shoes moodily into the gravel. He was, as usual, alone. Exmouth was a depressing dead-end trap of a village at the best of times, but Adrian had already learned one of the fundamental principles of life near the ocean – that there is no place so depressing that the ocean and a grey, cloudy, windy day can’t make it more so. It didn’t help matters at all that he was, and had always been considered, the Number One Loser in his peer group. All he could think about was how soon he’d be able to get out of this hellhole for good – and how he could make it happen The village had one main street, twisting and turning and climbing up and down over the rocky hummocks that passed for hills. The houses, all similar in size and shape, sprawled out along the road for the best part of a mile. Occasionally a short side “street” would lead to a couple of houses that had been denied one of the favoured spots facing the main highway. At the end of the village – well, there was the trick. It didn’t really end. Like so many similar villages along the windswept, rocky shores of Nova Scotia, Exmouth blended seamlessly into its neighbours on either side. And again, like so many similar places, those neighbours were imaginatively named Lower West Exmouth and Upper East Exmouth. It was impossible for any outsider to know, apart from the signs, exactly where Exmouth gave way to Lower West Exmouth or again to Upper East Exmouth, nor why it should be so. Adrian had never understood it either. At the ripe old age of fifteen, Adrian Pennyfather scuffed his way homeward from the bus stop where the school bus had delivered him from the regional high school, a forty-five minute drive away from Exmouth (on a good weather day) in the largest town in the region, Lawrason’s Harbour. He was thinking about those laughable village names, as it happened, and pondering about how the pointless nature of the names and boundaries of the villages exactly reflected the pointless nature of his life. Most teenaged boys go through at least occasional fits of feeling like total misfits, although some cover it up better than others. Adrian had started feeling like this sooner, and found that the feelings were lasting much longer, than they were for most of his contemporaries. His feelings guaranteed that he would feel intolerably shy, unable and unwilling to socialize with his peer group. To put it bluntly, he didn’t care about any of the things they ranted on and on about. Fish, for starters. Exmouth was, like most coastal Nova Scotia villages, a fishing port. Adrian’s dad, Patrick, was one of the village’s more successful fishermen. He had the biggest and fastest boat in town and had been one of the first in the region to equip it with electronic gear to help with hunting schools of haddock. Even more significant, he’d gone in on shares with two other men in the village to buy a second boat, perfectly equipped for the exacting business of placing and harvesting lobster pots. Patrick Pennyfather was a success, just as his father and grandfather had been before him, and he intended to hand the family trade on to his sons. Alex, four years older than Adrian, was all for that. He loved the sea and just messing about in boats, and he had a natural gift and an innate love for the whole realm of coastal fishing. Adrian hated it. His father, faced with such resistance to an obvious course of action, simply doubled down on the lessons, the pep talks, the stories of successes of the past, and all the rest. Adrian sighed inwardly and pretended to be interested. He did the same with his automatic registration in each successive level of the hockey leagues, where he made a passable but not glorious defenceman – again, in sharp distinction to the scoring records racked up by his older brother at left wing. Adrian’s mother, Mary (née O’Leary), a Newfoundlander through and through, had her own obsession – the dating life of her sons. “It would be a grand thing indeed for you lads to settle down here when you’re of age to be living on your own.” She was a great one for observing tradition, and her idea was that her boys should date and marry local girls and settle down in Exmouth. Alex, as the oldest, would marry first, of course, and would move into the house next door. That house had been the home of the local family which had adopted Mary after she’d been orphaned. The house was currently rented out to “city folks.” Adrian would follow suit in due course and would build a house for himself and his wife on the back forty of his parents’ property. It was the Exmouth way. Adrian had followed the same plan as he did with his father – cringing inwardly and invisibly, while coolly pretending agreement to his mother’s Grand Plan. School was just the same. He had to listen to all the other boys talking endlessly about things which were of absolutely no interest to him at all. Things like fish. And hockey. And girls. More precisely, girls’ boobs. And it was exactly there that Adrian found life at its most intolerable. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” That was almost a daily comment. Here is where fate had played a particularly nasty trick on Adrian. By whatever miracle of the hormones, he had been almost the first boy in his class to move into puberty, and certainly the first one to begin growing and changing in that vital area. As soon as that happened, it became obvious that Adrian Pennyfather’s dick was going to be the biggest thing going. At that, his nickname took on a whole new resonance. For years, his fellow students had called him “the biggest tool.” It was a time when the word “tool” had become a common slang nickname for a loser, an outsider, an idiot, or just about any other insult you wanted to heap on someone. “He’s such a tool.” It was when he was in Grade 4 that he had first heard someone say it: “Adrian has to be the biggest tool in class.” And it had continued to be his label. He’d dealt with it by keeping to himself, which fitted in with his natural temperament anyway. Now, things had changed. The words were being spoken in a tone of awe, tinged with respect. Now it was: “Adrian’s got the biggest tool.” He really did, too, and by a respectable margin. And his classmates now showed an endless obsession with the idea of him using it. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” Every guy in the school was obsessed with Linda Blairbourn’s eye-catching chest. Well, almost every guy. Adrian didn’t give a damn about Linda and her generously-proportioned mammaries. His ideas ran more along the lines of blasting his juice all over the furry, muscular chest of her older brother, Thomas. There were other guys in the village who turned Adrian’s crank, his older brother Alex being one of them, but the girls – especially Linda Big Boobs – left him cold. Adrian’s sexual fantasies were getting so strong, in fact, that the daily ritual of stripping and showering after PE class was turning into a real torment. He was lucky that his interest was in older guys – the scrawny, pimply fifteen-year-olds around him did not interest him at all. He was lucky, too, that the sheer size of his dick meant that it wouldn’t spring a woody nearly as fast as his peers’ more average meat sticks. Proof positive: when he was 17, one of the other boys on the hockey team got brave enough to organize a circle jerk, Adrian was actually the last of the group to get fully hard. He spent the next five minutes or so thinking about the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo until one of the others dropped the first load. Then he let himself enter into the spirit of the occasion. When he did cum, it was an impressive blast that shot high into the air before splattering back down over his body. The other guys murmured in awe. None of them had such a huge cock, and none of them could shoot that high. The truth of the matter was that Adrian was thinking about Thomas Blairbourn, and imagining himself sucking Thomas off to climax in his mouth when he blew. That year was actually a prime year for the senior hockey team. The group had held together for several years in a run with no additions or subtractions, and they not only defeated Lawrason’s Harbour for the district championship, but went all the way to the provincial finals, losing the final seventh-in-series championship game to an elite team from Halifax in a heartbreaking sudden-death overtime period. All the same, it was a remarkable season, and even Adrian had fired up enough on the ice to feel that he had made a fair and significant contribution to the run for the cup, especially when he was reaching his eighteenth birthday at the same time. His father thought so, too, and decreed that a short family vacation was in order. The result was a four-night long weekend in Boston. His father, frugal as always, had picked a small but clean hotel in the edges of the downtown area. The family had quickly figured out which way to go to the nearest bus stop so they could explore. Adrian, even quicker on the draw, had realized in no time flat that the hotel was just across the street and down half a block from a gay bar which he’d read about. On the second night, his parents wanted to go out and see the city all lit up by night. Alex wanted to take in a movie at a nearby theater. Adrian, quiet as always, declined any outing and said that he just wanted to stay in – he was still tired, he explained, from the exertions of the hockey season final games. Once his parents were clear, and Alex was off and away, Adrian sprang into action. He cleaned up as best he could, put on some discreet dark clothes, and headed out the door. He chose a quiet moment to slip across the street, and in another minute he was in the door of the bar. Sliding up to the bar, he fitted himself in between two older guys, caught the bartender’s eye, and asked for a Coke. The bartender looked him up and down, winked, and pushed a glass full of Coke and ice across the bar to him. “Here you go. On the house.” Adrian thanked him, tipped him, and then turned around to study the room. At once, he could tell that everyone in the room was studying him. Not surprising. Fresh, young meat, and an unfamiliar face. One sure thing, all the older guys were hovering, figuring out a good way to approach an obviously shy newbie. The winner, though, was another young fellow, no more than twenty (Adrian guessed). This red-headed guy slipped over to him, slapped him on the shoulder lightly, and said, “Hi, I’m Calum.” “Adrian.” “And you’re from…?” “Exmouth, Nova Scotia.” “Anywhere near Halifax?” “Not really – you gotta use a magnifying glass to find it on the map.” “Welcome to Baahston. Like it here?” The rest of the conversation followed along predictable lines. After barely a minute, Calum realized that he was dealing with an utter novice, shy as hell to boot, and knew that he’d have to do his best to educate the new kid. “Come on, Adrian. Let me show you the rest of the place.” They put down their glasses, and Calum led the way through the door at the back of the room. As they walked through the dark maze of the building, dimly lit with red and blue lights, Adrian caught glimpses of men – half-naked or naked, making out, jacking, rubbing…. “Oh, my God – is that guy actually…?” “It’s called rimming. Feels awesome! Want me to show you?” “Here?” “Why not?” Just like that, Calum spun Adrian around and pressed him against the wall in a bend of the corridor. There was still room for other guys to get by. He reached around, released the button, and pulled his jeans down. Then he tugged at the waistband of Adrian’s boxers, pulling them down to expose the younger boy’s sweet young ass. Calum spread his cheeks apart, sniffed deeply, and then buried his face deep into Adrian’s crack and began feasting on his hole. Adrian was feeling totally mind-blown. He’d never imagined anything like this ever happening. None of his unimaginative friends could either. All that these village boys could imagine a man ever doing with another man was cocksucking or cornholing. Calum was taking all of Adrian’s fantasy life and blowing the limits wide open, as his talented tongue and lips showed Adrian whole new worlds of male-male sexual interaction, stirring up feelings the fisherman’s son could never have imagined. Adrian moaned loudly, again and again, and then realized that they were attracting an audience. He didn’t mind. The wanton nature of what they were doing, the cascade of wild new sensations Calum was giving him, the attention from the onlookers…. “Shit! Look at that kid’s cock!” For once, Adrian didn’t mind his cock being noticed. He hadn’t realized until that moment that he had actually sprung the biggest, hardest woody of his young life. The things Calum was doing to him had given him the wildest turn-on he’d ever felt. Just as he thought that, his education took another massive leap forward. One of the guys watching dropped to his knees and leaned in to begin sucking Adrian’s cock. If he’d thought he was mind-blown before, this new sensation dragged him clear off the face of the earth. He’d never even come close to guessing what a hot mouth on his cock would feel like. The guy giving him his first blowjob was an expert sucker, but even so he could barely get half of that massive shaft inside his face. But then Calum broke in. He stood up, leaned closer to Adrian, and said, “Pull up your clothes and come with me.” Adrian broke away from the virtuoso cocksucker with some reluctance and followed Calum along the hall. Behind him he heard a voice saying, “Damn, that dick was fucking gigantic – I couldn’t even come close to deep-throating him.” Calum led him up a flight of stairs, chose an open door and dived in, pulling Adrian after him, and then closed and locked the door. The tiny room they were in had a single bed, and a small shelf with condoms and lube on it. “Damn, that was hot!” Adrian’s mind was still spinning from everything that had happened. “Sorry to break your fun, but I wanted to take this to the next level.” With that, Calum moved closer and pressed his lips to Adrian’s – and Adrian was experiencing his first man to man kiss. He got right into it, his hard-on throbbing in the half-opened front of his jeans as Calum taught him more and more. Calum had his hand fastened onto Adrian’s bulging boxers and was busily squeezing and rubbing Adrian’s giant handful as they made out. Now, he went gracefully down onto his knees and opened up the jeans, pulling down the shorts, wanting to suck this massive meat for himself. Calum wasn’t a bit more successful at taking it all than the older man downstairs, but judging by the moans pouring from Adrian’s mouth, this was not a problem. Suddenly, Adrian gave a small yelp of surprise and pleasure as Calum’s finger, wetted with spit, slid into his hole. He’d played with his ass himself, of course, but someone else’s finger in there took the game to a whole new level. Calum kept working him with finger (in back) and throat (in front) and Adrian’s moans got louder and more frequent. Calum stood up again, turned Adrian around and pushed him down onto the bed on all fours. He seized Adrian’s shoes and pulled them off, then followed with his jeans and boxers. Then he dived back into Adrian’s crack again, this time using finger and tongue together. When his probing, questing finger at last found Adrian’s magic button, Adrian cried out, “I can’t stop it – I’m going to shoot!” Calum quickly dived between his legs, rolling onto his back so he could get the quivering, jumping cock into his mouth. As soon as his lips closed around the head, Adrian exploded. The first spurt nearly filled Calum’s entire mouth. He gulped and swallowed, again, again, a fourth time, and still the sperm kept pulsing out. While he was sucking, he’d grabbed his own tool, given it three or four quick yanks, and exploded onto his own abs before dripping down onto the floor. Finally, he had to surrender and pull away, letting Adrian’s quivering tool fire out the last three or four squirts and then the drizzling aftermath onto his face. Calum pulled up and sat on the bed, then patted the sheet beside him as an invitation to Adrian to sit with him. Adrian leaned back against the wall, a dazed, all-gone smile on his face. “Damn, man, do you always shoot a gallon of cum like that?” “I don’t know. In case you hadn’t guessed, this is my first time with another guy.” “With that dick, and that kind of cumshot, you’re going to have the guys fighting over you wherever you go,” Calum said in an awed, respectful tone. Adrian laughed. The idea of being popular, in demand, wanted, needed, was so foreign to him that he had to laugh away his bafflement. But then Calum went on. “I’d love to have another round. I just don’t think I could take that dick of death in my hole. I’ve only ever been fucked a few times, and never by anything close to that huge.” “Do you want to fuck me?” “You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking? It felt so incredible when you were rimming me and then had your finger inside me. I want to feel it all.” “So you’ve never been fucked.” “No. I told you, this is my first time.” “If you’re sure. I’ll be gentle. But it’s going to hurt.” “I don’t care. I want you to do me.” “Okay, then. Lie on your face.” Adrian did as he was told, and Calum went right to town on his hole again, using tongue and fingers – more than one finger now – to loosen his tight, virgin ass. Adrian continued moaning his pleasure as Calum worked him over. “Okay, I think you’re ready. Time to change places.” “Why?” “You’ll see.” Adrian got up, and Calum laid down on his back on the bed, his seven-inch cock standing up out of its nest of red hair. “Just plant your hole on it and sit down – at your own speed.” Adrian proceeded to do that. He straddled Calum, then placed the tip of Calum’s erection against his never-fucked ass pussy. And then he began to push. The pain made him cry out. Calum said, “Grab the lube – up there.” Adrian seized the small tube from the shelf, opened it, and smeared it over Calum’s dick and onto his own hole. Then he tried again, wincing at the pressure. After a few seconds, though, something gave way and, with one more searing flash of pain, Calum’s head was lodged inside Adrian’s body. “Oh my god!” Adrian cried out at the pain, but then he bit his tongue and pushed harder. This was what he wanted, a man’s cock inside his body, inside his ass, filling and stretching him. “Just hang on. Breathe deep breaths.” Good advice. Adrian took it. The waves of pain finally ebbed away until he could feel all the sensation of cock in his hole. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” “Okay, hold still,” With that, Calum began gently pushing up and then pulling down, and Adrian realized he was at last being fucked – and it felt incredible. As Calum’s tool pumped in and out of him, his own cock had filled up and was rock hard again, jumping up and down with each stroke. “Fuck, man, we gotta stop.” “Why, Calum?” “We forgot to use rubbers. And I’m about to cum.” “Fuck that. Keep going and give it to me. I want to feel your cum shooting inside me.” ‘If you’re sure….” “Quit talking and fucking fill me up!” Calum resumed pumping and after a few more thrusts he shot. And Adrian felt, for the first time, the sensation of his ass slowly turning wet as the cum spread around the head of Calum’s dick inside him. It was awesome – the most incredible sensation of this whole amazing night. Calum pushed him slowly upwards until his cock popped out, followed by a stream of cum as Adrian struggled to close up his newly-plundered man hole. He flopped down on the bed beside Calum, and then realized belatedly that he needed to cum again himself. He grasped his huge tool and began sliding his hand, but Calum stopped him. “Fuck, I don’t care how much it hurts. I want to get that thing inside me, and I want to get your load as well. Fair exchange!” He grabbed another tube of lube off the shelf, spread it around and into his hole, and then used his hand to grease up Adrian’s massive tool. Then he straddled Adrian, facing him, and proceeded to push that enormous log into his ass. Adrian stared in awe as the struggle was written all over Calum’s contorted features. His face turned red as he hissed and gasped for breath, but he was going to get that huge thing inside him no matter what. In another moment, Calum’s hole surrendered to the inevitable and Adrian racked up another in the day’s list of astonishing firsts – the sensation of feeling his cock inside another man’s ass. But he didn’t have long to enjoy it. Calum had only enough time to make the first two or three tentative movements on Adrian’s enormous shaft before that powerhouse dick convulsed and exploded into his straining hole. Once again, Adrian fired out an enormous quantity of seed in a series of powerful shots. Calum, meanwhile, was beating his cock like a madman and sprayed out a load all over Adrian’s face as Adrian finished cumming inside him. After they’d both calmed down, Calum led the way to the showers, and the two of them took turns washing and caressing each other, with Calum swatting away a couple of older guys who were getting a bit too pushy. Then he led Adrian back to the room where they could pull their clothes back on before leaving. Outside in the street, Adrian thanked Calum for an incredible evening. Calum winked, and said, “I think we’re both going to be sore for a week. With a dick like that, you ought to be in pictures.” Calum leaned in and the two of them kissed goodnight before going their separate ways. Across the street, Adrian’s brother Alex watched the two of them kissing under the sign of a well-known gay bar. Mentally, he was congratulating his kid brother. He wished he’d had the nerve to go in there too.

Chapter IV. George slid his body up and down mine. His cock was wet from precum and his spit, and the cum freshly leaking from my boy’s ass, now smeared all over my crack. I shuddered as I felt the head of George’s cock start to enter me. He hissed into my ear as he started to fuck me, “Brad bred me, just like he’s bred most of the guys here tonight. He POZZED most of them…” I groaned knowing that I was taking a raw POZ cock inside of me for the first time, and that he wouldn’t pull out until he had cum. I groaned as I felt more and more full of his cock sink into my guts. I reached out to grab my boy’s hand only to find a tangle of bodies. Somewhere under those writhing muscular forms, my boy was no doubt taking cock. George pulled out of me and laid me down sideways on the sofa, bending me in half so he could really drive into me. A few guys were jerking off, encouraging me to ‘take that toxic load!’ ‘Get yourself ready for Brad’s cock!’ George’s pace and intensity picked up as his balls slammed against me, and sweat poured off of him. He rammed against my hole and must have been cumming in me. All I could sense was that any burning or pain was somehow made wetter and cooler. George pulled out quickly and disappeared into the crowd and by then, no one seemed to be paying attention to me any more; they were all focused on the tangle of bodies around my boy. From the crowd’s cheers, I guessed that Brad must have been fucking him. I couldn’t help but finger my own cummy hole as I knew that my boy was taking another POZ cock. ‘Bring him to me,’ Brad’s voice boomed as someone hoisted me up and led me to the action. Brad was sitting on the sofa, fucking my boy facing him, bouncing up and down on his cock, Brad’s muscular arms holding him tight. ‘Fuck him with me!’ I was ordered to participate in my boy’s ongoing cumdump initiation. I lined up my cock as Brad kept hammering away. Even though I was totally hard, my ass leaking POZ seed, it took a few tries to get my cock inside my boy’s ass, stretched wider than I had ever seen it. My boy was moaning and whimpering, flailing like a ragdoll as we used his hole. It was amazing seeing seed pour out of his hole, stretched tight against my cock, sliding next to Brad’s thick tool. I was so overwhelmed that I came almost immediately, adding my load to the now-countless loads steaming out of my boy. The guys around cheering everything on. As I pulled out, feeling my cummy dick against Brad’s huge alpha cock, it was all too much. I needed some air. I pulled out all the way of my boy as another well-muscled top edged his way to the front of the group and slid his raw cock into my boy. I felt like slinking out of the house and just disappearing. To be continued…

Chapter II. My boy had a huge grin on his face, as sweat poured down his chest, and cum seeped out of his freshly-fucked ass. A few guys dancing around us had just seen me guide a stranger’s cock into my boy’s hole, but it didn’t seem to phase them. Then, George reappeared, this time with a recognizable porn star, who shall remain nameless, in a sexy mesh singlet with the front cutdown to his pubes. This guy used to do safe-only porn, and had only recently started barebacking on camera after he came out as POZ. I had seen twinks line up on screen to take his massive thick cock, and his load. I suspected that many of those twinks on camera were on PrEP, but my boy certainly wasn’t. Even though the last guy to fuck my boy was sexy, he didn’t attract the attention that this POZ porn guy did. Heads turned as George introduced him to my boy. People, strangers, watched as this stud spun my boy around and spread his cheeks wide. The porn stud seems pleased that my boy was already leaking cum. He dove in and started lapping Sam’s seed out of my boy’s hole. A circle of maybe ten guys formed around this star going to town on my boy’s ass. My boy reached around and spread his cheeks wide. “Does this boy belong to anyone here?” He asked to the circle of guys. I nodded and George put his arm around me, smiling. “You gonna let me fuck him?” My boy looked at me with pleading eyes. How could I not nod. “When I fuck, I breed. Pulling out is for pussies.” I just nodded again. This porn god stood up, and bent my boy over so he was grabbing his own ankles. He pulled his singlet low enough to fish out his hefty cock and slapped it against my boy’s ass. He looked right at me. “Get me hard.” I knelt down and took that hefty dick into my mouth. It was the first time I had knowingly sucked POZ cock, and I knew, as he started dripping precum, I was swallowing it. When he was satisfied, he had me hold my boy’s ass cheeks spread wide so he could barefuck my boy. The crowd grew as this guy pumped into my boy. The porn star picked my boy up off the floor, his bare POZ dick still in him, and led him to the sofa. He laid my boy on his back and started pile driving into that ass. Some hunk at the edge of the sofa fished out his dick and offered it to my boy to blow. My boy gobbled that stranger’s cock as this porn star pounded his hole. The stranger was so turned on that he shot his cum in my boy’s mouth. My boy couldn’t gulp it down fast enough, and his face and hair were soon smeared with seed. The porn star loved this and wiped a big glob onto his hand and then dripped it onto his cock as is pistoned in and out of my boy’s pussy. That was the second guy’s cum up his hole, and the crowd applauded. The porn star withdrew and knocked my boy off of the sofa, with his shoulders on the floor, and ass at seat level. He then stabbed his dick back into my boy and kept fucking him. With his hole exposed to the room, another brave horny stranger approached. He jerked his dick right onto my boy’s hole, plugged with thick POZ porn star cock. “Help keep his hole wet,” someone shouted, and the stranger started cumming. The porn star pulled out just as volley after volley of cum went shooting right into my boy’s gaping ass. Load #3 was fucked in by the porn star’s cock. Three guys followed suit, all cumming on my boy’s ass and letting the porn star work that load deep. Load #6 got the porn star so hot that he plunged his dick all the way into my boy’s guts and left it there as he pumped his seed. A round of applause went up around us and the porn star stood up and bowed politely. The music stopped as our host, the infamous Brad appeared. “You guys had an orgy, and didn’t invite the host? Who invited these boys?” George raised his hand. “You breed him?” “Yes, sir.” “How many loads he have in him so far?” My boy, still upside down on the floor shook his head. He didn’t know how many loads were being absorbed into his guts. I’d been keeping tabs, so I spoke up. “Seven, so far.” ‘You two together?” I nodded. “You let this happen to your boy?” I nodded again. “I knew I liked you. Let’s kick things up a notch!” To be continued…

Chapter 5 – Deeper and Deeper In Chapters 1 through 4, I tell about my time as a slave to my friend, Doug. We’ve expanded my ass to new horizons, and I’ve recently been fisted and bred by an unknown guy named Steve (I was blindfolded through the whole thing). We’re on the bed, having some refreshments and prepping for more fun. All I had on now was the harness and the collar. My jockstrap had dried from when Doug made me suck the cum out of it, so he had me put it back on. I turned my back to him as I bent over to get my legs through the straps, letting him see my happy hole. “Oh fuck, your hole is so open and puffy,” he exclaimed. I knew it was gaping like it never had, and we were not yet done. I couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next. Doug was still wearing his red jockstrap and harness. He had taken his cock out of the cock ring, or it had slid out since it was shrunken down from the T. He still looked hot as hell with that olive skin covered in a pelt of dark fur. I was willing to do most anything to make my master happy. After we finished our drinks, Doug told me that he wanted me to service his ass for a while. I was eager to comply with this. Before he got into the sling, he again slipped a shard up my ass and then put in a good-sized butt plug. “This should keep you happy while you service my hole,” he growled. Then, he got into the sling, and I helped him to get his feet in the stirrups. Damn, he looked good like this. The red straps of the jock framed his hairy ass, and his sweet hole was easily available. His cock was still covered by the jock, and I asked if I could take it out. He decided to remove the jock entirely and instead placed it around my neck. I could smell the great aromas that it carried. It wasn’t only scents from this session but weeks or months of buildup from hookups in the past. This was almost as good as poppers. I went to rim Doug’s ass, but he grabbed my head and pulled me up to his cock. Even though it wasn’t hard, it’s still a joy to suck on his dick. But first, I rubbed his cock, bush, and balls all over my face, distributing his man musk to me. I began to lick at the head of his cock with my tongue, then started to take just the tip into my mouth. When he’s hard, Doug’s cock has a big, mushroom head. Even now, the head of his cock is a nice mouthful. I slowly sucked the rest of his dick into my mouth, making sure that my saliva was providing the proper lube for the job. When I got to the base and kept my mouth there, Doug rewarded me with a spurt of precum. His precum is usually very sweet, unless we’ve been partying. Today, it had a bitterness that told me he had consumed a lot of T. I didn’t mind at all. I took my time with his dick. I’d suck it all the way, burying my nose in his pubes. I’d circle my tongue around the head and shove it into his substantial piss slit. Even though he is circumcised, he has an abundance of loose skin that I could vacuum up around his head, eliciting moans of approval from him. I took one of his balls into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, Meanwhile, I let some saliva spill down and used that to lubricate my fingers which were stroking his hairy hole. When my head was buried in his pubes, he told me to stay there. I thought I knew what this meant, and I was correct. Soon, I tasted his piss flowing out of his cock. It was bitter from the T, but I greedily swallowed his fluid. Once Doug was done pissing, he pushed my head down to his ass. I took it slow here, too. His hairy ass is beautiful to me, and I wanted to appreciate the sight, taste, and smell of this man. He had built up a heady musk over the course of the day, and I reveled in it. I was using my tongue to bathe his ass and crack, mostly circling around his hole. When I felt that I had teased him enough, I began to lick his sweet hole. It is wonderfully hairy and felt great on my tongue. He relaxed more and opened his hole for me. With that, I shoved my tongue in. Fuck, I love licking inside a man’s ass! It is such a sensuous and erotic sensation. This is an area that most men don’t show to anyone else, and now I had my face and tongue inside him. It is highly stimulating to me. “Want some poppers?” asked Doug. I nodded, so I lifted my head from his ass, and he put the bottle under my nose. I plugged one nostril and inhaled deeply in the other. I shook my head and Doug took the bottle under his nose and took several deep hits. This would be epic. Doug’s ass opened even more than before, and he shoved it in my face. I needed no more encouragement but was happy to have him responding so well to my work. As we both flew on the poppers rush, I tongued his hole deeply and tasted the inner essence of him. Rimming is amazing; rimming on poppers is beyond amazing. The T flowing through us also helped lower our inhibitions and make us both more sensual. With his aromatic jock around my neck, my plugged ass melting down a shard, and a hot, sweet ass in front of me, I was in pig heaven. I used fingers from both hands to pry his hole open so that my tongue could go deeper. He tasted amazing, and I was happy to see his ass as open as it was. “Fist me”, he snarled. Fuck, yeah, happy to serve! I found the lube and poured a good quantity onto my hands. While I spread it around my hands, my tongue was at his hole again, preparing it for my fist. Then, I sat back and rubbed more lube over and inside his hole. He was ready for my hand and swallowed it down as soon as I put it to his ass. He took me in well past my wrist in a single stroke. He likes it when I wriggle my hand around inside him and twist it back and forth. He’s less inclined to in-and-out motions. So, I focused on using my wriggles and twists to drill further into his ass. He has an easily accessible second hole, and I was able to get through it quickly. I had a few inches of arm left before he took me to the elbow. Doug raised a hand to ask for a halt. I asked if he wanted me to stay where I was or if I should pull out. He had me stay deep inside him because he wanted to do some poppers. He took two deep hits of poppers, then nodded to me after putting the bottle down. Then I did my wriggles and twists for him while my fingers were inside his colon. I also would flex my fingers around and slowly clench my hand into a fist before releasing to a classic duck. He was writhing around on the sling, moaning, and clearly enjoying the ride. When he came down from the poppers, he told me that he wanted me to pull out. I slowly extracted my hand from his ass, taking time along the way to feel up his inner walls. When my hand came out, he said, “Get a shard for my ass.” I found the baggie, picked out a nice shard, and inserted it into his ass. “When you’re done, take the plug out of your ass and put it in mine.” It’s so fucking hot to share toys like this. That plug would have my body heat on it when it entered his ass. My ass juices would be mingling with his. This was a very intense experience. I stood up to pull the plug out of my ass, and then I enjoyed watching the plug slide into his. We shared toys before, but never in quite the same way. I liked it. But now my ass was empty and wanting. Doug wanted to get out of the sling, so I supported him to a standing position, then wrapped my arms around him, hugging him deeply. His hairy chest felt great mashed up against mine. Fluids from our cocks were mingling together too. He reached down to my ass and said, “Bet you want something in there, don’t you?” My master knows me well. He had me get into the sling. Doug selected a dildo that I know well from the array on the table near him. This was the Slink dildo. His is the largest they make, so while the base is pretty wide, it’s the length will surprise you. This beast is almost 2 feet long. He stared into my eyes. “Think you can take it all?” “Only one way to find out, master,” I replied.

The watch and ring thing is kinda Scout's signature. It's a nice touch.

The word "toast" accurately describes Wolf's future condition. (For the law nerds in the audience, based on the description given by NBC New York, the offense level is 40 (base offense level of 22 and 18 more points due to circumstances of offense. Even with a criminal history category of I, the Guidelines range is 292-365 months. The statutory maximum is 20 years (240 months), the most he can get, notwithstanding the Guidelines range.)

Super-hot!!! Longing for more.

I guess I always envisioned it as an "anything goes" mash-up of sexual activity. But also never been a part of one, so waiting for that first experience.

I laid next to Adrian, as he wrapped his big muscular arms around me, and held me close to his body. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, which was still leaking his cum. His poz cum I reminded myself. What the fuck had I done. I tried to fall asleep, but I was restless, fighting the thoughts in my head and had a tough time falling asleep. Meanwhile, Adrian was out cold sleeping next to me. I could not believe I was spooning with a gay man, with his cock resting against my freshly opened ass. Eventually, after what felt like several hours, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, after what felt like I had just fallen asleep. I felt something hard poking at my ass, and I was trying to remember where I was and what was going on. "Baby girl is finally up. You were out cold, must have been exhausted after Daddy fucked that ass last night. We need to get going soon, but Daddy wants another crack at that ass before we go." It all came running back to me, and I remembered I was in some strangers hotel room, and what was poking at my ass was his hard cock. My asshole felt wet, and I remembered it was full of two of this guys cum loads. Poz cum loads. My body shuttered at the thought of poz cum being in my ass. "What's going on fag boy. I can see your brain going a thousand miles an hour. I bet you have a lot of thoughts in that head right now. Thats perfectly normal for a freshly turned white fag boy. Tell Daddy what you're thinking". I explained to Adrian that I was nervous as hell about getting HIV, and I couldn't figure out why his cock felt so good in my ass, even though I was straight. I began to tear up and sob, telling Adrian that I couldn't be gay. "Listen to me boy. You can tell me you're straight all you want, but the way your ass turned out for my big black cock last night, the way you were begging for more dick, and the way you were pushing that tight pussy back trying to get more cock in you, told me all I need to know. You are 100% a new white fag boy for black cock. You may have came into this room last night straight, but you are leaving as a fag boy. You're gonna be begging for cock the rest of your life. The faster you accept that the more fun you're gonna have." I continued sobbing into my pillow, mostly because I knew he was right. My ass was twitching. Adrian had been teasing my hole with his big hard dick as he was talking to me, and I could only think about how I wanted it in me. "Do you want Daddy to fuck that ass again? I can feel that hole moving with my big cock. I think you want me to breed this pussy again. Is that what you want slut?" "Ye....yeah Daddy", I responded. "Yeah Daddy what? Tell Daddy what you want fag." "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock. Breed my ass with your cum stud." I was drunk again, thinking only of Adrian's big cock in my ass. All common sense had gone out the window. I felt Adrian's body turn onto his back, pulling me with him. Adrian pulled me up so I was sitting on his chest. I looked down at him, and I could see he had his phone out. He was recording this. "What the fuck" I thought to myself, as my heart raced and I panicked. Adrian told me he was recording me begging for his cock, that way I could not try and deny I wanted his cock in the future. "Daddy is gonna hold onto this in case you change your mind in the future. That way the whole world can know you are a little gay slut". At this point I didn't even care anymore. Adrian continued recording, telling me to look at his phone. "Do you wanna be Daddy's little slut boy?" "Yes..." I responded. "Do you wanna ride Daddy's big cock?" Again, I said "yes", almost begging. "This is whats gonna happen. If you ride Daddy's cock, you are agreeing to be Daddy's little sex toy. I'm gonna Poz you. I guarantee it will happen. I'm gonna train that ass to take Daddy's dick, and any other dick Daddy wants to give you. You will be at my beck and call to take dick. Is that what you want?". "Mmphh...ye...YES DADDY", I eagerly responded. "Then get that tight ass on Daddy's dick and fuck yourself", Adrian responded with a little laugh. I reached back and grabbed his cock and worked the big mushroom head to my hole. My ass was still leaking the two loads that Adrian had put in the night before, so lube wasn't even needed. I sat down and slowly impaled myself on his cock. I slowly slid down the big cock, my ass sore from the night before. I winced from the pain of his cock re-entering my hole, but kept sliding down his cock. "That's right fag boy, ride that cock. Daddy can't wait to train your faggot ass." Before long I felt Adrian's pubes scratching at my ass cheeks, and I knew I was finally balls deep. The pain went away and was replaced with pure pleasure. This unlocked something inside of me, and I began bouncing up and down on his dick like my life depended on it. I needed another big poz load in my ass. "Look at my baby boy riding that cock. You're a fucking natural slut. Keep that up you're gonna get my load real quick fag". I noticed Adrian still had his phone out, recording me fucking myself on his cock. "What do you think that girlfriend would say if she saw you riding my big cock. Do you think she know's you're a fag?" he asked me. I didn't answer, and kept fucking myself on his cock. "Answer Daddy's fucking question. Do you think that girlfriend knows you're a cock whore?" "No..no sir..she thinks.. I'm straight sir" I answered, trying to answer between breaths as cock slammed into me. "Used to be straight. You're a cock whore now boy", he answered back. This encouraged me more and I kept bouncing up and down. Before long, Adrian's breathing went ragged and he grabbed my hips and forced me down on his cock. I felt his cock swell up, and then start throbbing another load into my ass. "Mmph fuck yeah fuck boy. I'm putting more poz babies in that tight ass" Adrian roared out as he came. After Adrian came I sat there on his softening dick, feeling what felt like another massive load in my hole. "Fuck I love that pussy" Adrian told me as I sat on his cock. "Clean me up boy. We got a plane to catch". I saw him put the phone down next to him, no longer recording. I climbed off Adrian's cock, and cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. As I cleaned his cock, Adrian told me what was gonna happen next. "When we get to Georgia tonight this is whats gonna happen. You're gonna dump that worthless girlfriend of yours. Is she meeting you at the airport?" he asked. "Yes Daddy", I responded. "Good, we can save even more time. You will tell her before you even leave the airport. Tell her you are done, and then you will text me. I will be waiting in the parking lot. I will give you a ride from there" "Yes sir" I responded, not even giving a fuck at what he had just told me to do. I didn't care anymore. After I finished cleaning his cock, Adrian got up and got into the shower. I laid on the bed, with his cum dripping from my ass and running down onto the bed. I didn't know what to do while I waited, so I just laid there, not wanting to piss Adrian off. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian came out and got dressed. I watched as his big soft cock bounced in front of his big muscular body. "Fuck this guy is built" I thought to myself as I watched. I must have zoned out, because before long I felt something hit the bed. Adrian had tossed my clothes, phone, and wallet onto the bed. I almost forgot he had taken them the night before. I noticed that Adrian was still holding my boxer briefs, and he was pulling the fabric apart so it ripped into two pieces. "My fag boys don't wear boxer briefs boy. You will go commando today. Daddy will get you some proper undies when we get home. Get in the fucking shower and clean up. Don't you dare push any of those loads out of your hole. I want them leaking out of your ass as you sit on the plane today. Maybe one of them will get you pregnant" Adrian told me, laughing as he told me I would get pregnant. "Also, no fucking cumming until Daddy tells you. I want you horny all fucking day. Is that clear" he commanded. "Yes sir" I got into the shower and felt my hole. It felt so swollen and puffy, but I did not see any blood or anything on my fingers, so there must not have been any damage to it. As I got out of the shower I noticed that Adrian had left several large hickeys on my neck. I got dressed, and I realized there was no way I was going to be able to hide them. "Fuck it", I thought to myself. After I was dressed I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing my short light blue running shorts that only went to mid-thigh and black t-shirt. The hickeys were noticeable as hell. Not wearing any underwear felt weird as hell also, but I figured I would get used to it. I guess I really didn't have a choice. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was gone. I saw my phone had a new message from "Daddy". He must have put his number in my phone before he left. I opened the text message and read it: "I'm going over to the airport fag. Get your shit and meet me there". With that was a video. The one he had just recorded of him fucking me. I grabbed my backpack and went to meet...Daddy? That sounded so fucking weird to think in my head.

Chapter 13: Late But Not Too Late Ricky was sitting in his favourite café some seven years after Terry’s funeral, chatting with Dylan and some other friends over a coffee, when the door opened, and a man walked in. A tall man, now a little stooped, and the remains of a handsome face, although now lined with the stress that arises from pain. He moved with the slow careful steps of one who knows that going faster will only make it worse. Alan Bryors. He ordered a drink, and then turned and saw Ricky. A gentle, reflective smile crossed his face, and he tossed Ricky a casual wave, then took his coffee and headed for the table by the window. Ricky sat, stunned, his face turned to a mask that concealed a whirlpool of emotion under an icy calm surface. Dylan suddenly noticed that Ricky had dropped out of the conversation and turned to look at him – closely. “Ricky! Are you all right? You look like you just saw a ghost.” “I think I did.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Try not to be obvious about it but take a look at the table by the window.” Dylan looked -- and then he gasped. “Alan!” “Yes. And looking like death warmed over. I’m going to go and talk to him.” “Ricky, do you think that’s a wise idea?” “Maybe not, but I have to do it. I need to know what’s wrong with him.” Dylan shrugged and watched, sadly, as Ricky got up and crossed the room. He feared that his best friend was about to get his heart broken yet again. Ricky placed his hand on the chair back across from Alan. “May I join you?” “Of course.” “Alan, I’m going to come right to the point. What’s wrong with you?” Alan smiled sadly. “You never did mince words when you were on a mission.” Ricky continued to hold his gaze, eye to eye. “It’s cancer. Stage Four. It’s spreading all through my body. I’ve just got a few months.” “Any treatment?” “I declined it. Palliative care only. I’ve spent enough time living off other people’s backs, even though I worked so hard to convince myself that I was doing it in an ethical way. Self-deception, of course. I’ve chosen to leave the treatment options for younger people, people whose lives, their families, the work they do, make them really important to the world. I have no reason to moan or complain. It’s been a great ride while it lasted.” Ricky choked back a sob. He couldn’t believe that this wealthy, energetic man was prepared to let it all go without any regrets. But Alan was still speaking. “But it is getting hard now. Harder for me to take care of myself, to manage my daily life. So difficult. I should perhaps get a private home nurse, but….” He paused and took a deep breath. Alan could see the compassion, the caring, in Ricky’s face and decided to take the biggest gamble of his entire life. “Ricky, you came right to the point and I’m going to do the same. I’ve decided to live out my life at home. This is going to be brutal, it’s going to be hard to take. So hard that I’ve got no right to ask this, it’s selfish as hell – but I’m going to ask it anyway. Ricky, can you come and live with me again – so I’ve got someone with me who matters to me?” Ricky sat back, stunned. Coming from anyone else, he’d have called the request sheer brazen effrontery – but that had never been Alan’s style. This was a man who had always been an absolute king in the realm of consideration and caring for others. Ricky could only guess what it had cost Alan to make this plea, to admit his own human need for closeness when he’d never had to do so before. But it was also the index of the depth of suffering, the fear of facing the end alone, which afflicted him. In the end, Ricky didn’t have to think at all. While he was thinking, his heart had already made his choice for him. Ricky stretched his hand out across the table and took Alan’s hand in his. “Of course.” He used the rest of the day to explain the situation to Dylan, to arrange a leave of absence from work, and to pack what he would need -- and then he moved back into the penthouse that afternoon. It was a long and strange four months that he spent back in the luxury condo where he’d begun to grow up, from a Boy to a Man. Strange, too, that all that time was less than ten years ago. Stranger still that he had returned as Alan’s equal. Each of them now felt a licence to say what was most real to him, without hiding behind roles, to lay it all out on the table without any hesitation. The strangest thing of all for Ricky was the realization that this wasn’t just something he was doing to help the man who had helped him so often. Ricky wanted to do this, needed to do it, from the very depths of his heart and soul. Sharing Alan’s final journey became the culmination of everything he had learned, of all the stages of the life he had lived, and it mattered to him, more than he could ever have imagined, to bring it all back at last to Alan, the man who had helped him set so many of those wheels in motion in his youth. Ricky was in charge of the kitchen now, and he took great care in preparing the limited meals which Alan could still eat. He slept with Alan at night, not for sex now, but for comfort and companionship. He would wake up each night to give Alan his pain medication, or to help in any other way as needed. Some nights he stayed awake with Alan, holding him close in a caring embrace, helping to strengthen him, to keep at bay the terror of the unknown yet to come. He walked with Alan to the café for that daily fix of cappuccino, as long as Alan could still walk there and keep it down. Dylan came several times a week to visit, sometimes at the café, sometimes in the penthouse. And they talked. For hours and hours, Alan and Ricky talked the long days away, sharing very much more of themselves than either of them had ever shared with anyone before. They spoke of their times together, of hopes and fears and dreams, of Alan’s past, of Ricky’s future. A look of peace gradually came over Alan’s face through those weeks as he realized how much his bright-eyed, eager young boy had grown up, matured, taken hold of the control levers of his own life, and made himself into a formidable force to be reckoned with. More than anything, he was moved and stirred to the depths of his being by Ricky’s unshakeable determination to make the world a better place for other gay men. When Ricky told Alan about how he was laying the groundwork for a help and counselling centre, Alan made up his mind. “Ricky, there’s someone important coming to see me on business tomorrow. Can you do me a favour and be out of the condo for the morning? I’ll be finished this business by noon.” Ricky waited in the morning for the unknown visitor, who proved to be a white-haired gentleman of distinguished appearance, dressed in full business attire and carrying an expensive briefcase. He admitted the visitor and left the penthouse himself. When he returned three hours later, Alan was sitting in the chair by the panoramic windows with a look of satisfaction, a look that said, Well, that’s all done now. Ricky settled in the chair beside him, and asked what it was all about. “That was my lawyer, George Carstairs. I was finalizing some revisions to my will. You already have my power of attorney for personal care. Carstairs holds the power of attorney for business matters. But now, it’s the will that matters, that you need to know about. Your plans… it’s such a great idea, and there’s such a crying need for it, in this city especially. I’d already planned to leave the bulk of my estate to a charitable trust for LGBTQ causes. The money has already been partly transferred there, to enable the trust to be established under direction of a board. The balance will pass to the trust when my estate is completed. “But I’ve now directed Carstairs to write a new section in which ten million dollars will go directly to your center as an endowment fund to help establish it and support its operations for years. He’ll be in touch with you to explain what steps you will need to take as the center is constituted and gets up and running. You’ll have a five-year period from the date of my death to get it all in place. The money will be held in trust, under the direction of the charity, until that time. “There’s one fixed condition. You are not to name the center after me or refer to me as anything other than an anonymous donor.” Ricky thought for a moment. “Alan, people will guess. And they’ll talk.” Alan actually laughed, in the midst of this serious business. “So what else is new? Ricky, have you ever heard this saying? ‘Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people.’ Yes, the ones who know us will talk – for a while. You can’t prevent that. But I don’t want any focus on me. I want it on the people you are going to be helping.” Ricky thought, That’s Alan. It’s totally in character. All his life, he’s flown under the radar, helped people on the quiet, never drawn attention to anything that he’s done. But Alan still had two more items to cover. “I’m also going to ask you another favour. I’d like you to take a seat on the board of the charity. If you’re willing to do that, Carstairs will make all the arrangements there as well. “And finally, I’ve made another change to leave you a small personal gift, as a thanks for coming to live with me and take care of me now.” Ricky sat, too emotionally stirred to speak for a moment. “Alan, that is so generous. Thank you so much.” He could feel his eyes growing wet, and saw that Alan, too, was tearing up. “Your kindness really is overwhelming.” “Ricky, I don’t have to tell you what to do, because you’re already doing it – you’re taking all that kindness, making it your own, adding full measure of your own kindness and compassion to it, and spreading it into the world around you. That, more than anything else, is what makes me so proud of you, as proud as if you were my own son.” “I guess I really am your son now, in so many ways more than I ever thought I could or would be.” A gentle smile spread across Alan’s face. “That’s my good boy.” He said it with his old, characteristic jaunty wink. “Thank you, Daddy.” They both laughed at that, and Ricky went to prepare some lunch. He was still laughing, and he could hear Alan chuckling away in the armchair by the window too. Carstairs returned three days later with the updated document for Alan to sign. Dylan came that day as well. Meticulous as always, Alan reviewed it all and read the new sections with extra care. He signed, and Dylan witnessed the signature. When Carstairs left, Alan sat back with an immense sigh of satisfaction. The pain was more intense now. In a few more days, Alan was bedridden. Ricky cared for him in every way, helping him with the bedpan and sponge baths, giving him the pain medications, turning him in bed regularly when the pressure on one side became hard to bear. Then came a night when Ricky awoke in the small hours, feeling a hand clutching at him. He sat up, switched on the low bedtable light, turned to look at Alan, heard the harsh breaths in his throat. At once he knew – this was it. Alan reached for him again. Ricky lay down one last time beside Alan, letting the sudden strength in the wasted arm draw him close. Just like when we were young, Ricky thought. Alan was trying to speak, to form words between the little gasps for breath. Ricky moved his head right next to Alan’s face, listening intently. “Ricky… I know now… you were the one, always… I… I love you… forever....” Ricky’s eyes were streaming with tears as he realized at last the bitter truth about himself and knew in full what he had thrown away so casually, years earlier. “I love you, Alan.” He kissed Alan fully on the lips. The muscles contracted, tightening in a final grip around his shoulders, and then the arm fell away, lifeless. Epilogue: Legacy Ten years to the day after Terry’s death, the Terry Westover Memorial Center officially opened its doors to clients. Richard Manningtree, the Executive Director and Founder, spoke about the Center’s guiding philosophy of providing maximum assistance and options to LGBTQ people who chose to make difficult and significant changes in the way they lived their lives. He paid tribute to the late Terry Westover whose life had inspired the whole concept of the Center. He outlined the services the Center offered, from substance and sex addiction counselling and therapy to transition assistance and services for gay men exiting from porn and sex work. He also described the quite separate but equally vital work of providing end-of-life counselling and assistance, and access to grieving therapy, two more areas lacking in services geared to the special needs of the LGBTQ community. He then introduced the executive members of the Center’s Board of Directors: Steven Rotherham, Chair; Daniel Nakamura, Treasurer; Dylan Carroll, Secretary; Dr. Siegfried Magnus, Medical Director. Among the other members of the board were more of Ricky’s friends, including Ryan and Leo who had known him for years, and had known Terry as well, ever since the Twink Heaven days. The official opening concluded with the unveiling of two dignified wall plaques: In Honour of Terry Westover Leader, Supporter, and Head of his Chosen Family. That one had been paid for by Paul, who had not been able to attend. Ricky paid for the other. In Grateful Memory of an Anonymous Donor. After the ceremony concluded, the board and the executive director went together for lunch, not to transact business, but to reminisce about everything that had happened between them over the years since they had all come to WeHo, at different times and for different reasons. The lunch was Ricky’s personal thanks to all of these friends who had made such an impact on his life in their various ways. After lunch, as they were saying goodbye, Dylan said wistfully, “I wish Alan could have been here to see this day. You must really miss him, Ricky.” “More than you’ll ever know.” “You loved him, didn’t you?” “Yes. But I never realized that until the last moment, when he told me that he loved me. His final words. That’s when I said it. ‘I love you, Alan.’ And I meant every word of it. I’d finally figured it out – late, but not too late.” Dylan said no more, letting a long and heartfelt hug speak for him before he and his best friend headed home together. Alan’s “small personal gift” to Ricky had been the penthouse. Ricky had been shocked at first, when Carstairs had told him. But then he put it together with Alan’s final words to him and deciphered the hidden message behind the gift. He could almost hear Alan’s voice explaining it to him: “This was our home. Not mine. Ours.” But Ricky couldn’t live there. Not without Alan. The memories in those rooms, and the realization of what he’d lost when he’d left, were more than he could bear. The eye-popping sum for which it sold made him a multi-millionaire in his own right, a status which he’d neither sought nor desired. But now he had it, and the penury of his early arrival in California was long gone, but not forgotten. This sudden access to wealth allowed him to help individuals and to donate to community causes that lay close to his heart – very much on the quiet, just as Alan had always done. Behind his back, some jealous members of the gay community took to making sarcastic reference to him and his new-found wealth by calling him “King of the Twinks.” By this time, of course, he had long since ceased to think of himself as a “twink.” He would always show a slim build to the world but “twink,” as he saw it, was a label for a boy. He didn’t know about the unofficial title, and if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared. Small minds discuss people, as he was now only too well aware. Also gone but not forgotten were his wild and promiscuous younger days. Now he had become a man who was only attracted to the idea of sex if he felt an emotional connection to his partner; random hookups were no longer of interest to him. He was uncommonly young to reach that point, but then (as he often reflected) he had pretty much crammed fifty years of living and learning into less than a decade. Nor was it surprising that he and Dylan had wound up sharing a permanent home, as Dylan’s trauma had driven him into the even sterner feeling of being completely asexual. At the first meeting of the board of the Alan Bryors Foundation, Ricky had been shocked to look at the financials and see for the first time the sheer size of Alan’s fortune. Even with the penthouse passing to him, a few bequests to other institutions, and the ten million dollar donation to the Terry Westover Memorial Center, Alan had still left an estate not far short of eighty million dollars. That meeting elected Richard Manningtree as the Chair of the Foundation Board, and with that vote Ricky truly became a king in the world of benefactions. Alan’s legacy of kindness and service continued to colour the outlooks on the world of both Ricky and Dylan, as they pursued their paths through life. Both men had become empathetic old souls, long before their years as measured on the calendar suggested advancing age. It was on Ricky’s thirty-fifth birthday that Dylan brought up the key point. They’d gone out for dinner together, and had a great time, laughing and joking together as they had always done – in between quieter moments of recollection and reflection. After dinner, back in their new condo, closer to the ocean in Santa Monica, Dylan turned serious. “You know, Ricky, if you look at us carefully, we’re carrying on just like an old married couple now. We’re sharing a home, sharing a life. We go places and do things together. We sleep in the same bed more often than not, and you’re one of the very few people I can bear to have touching me and holding me. We’re both over the whole casual sex thing for good, and what we have suits us both right down to the ground. Why don’t we just drop the other shoe?” “What are you saying, Dylan?” “Let’s get married. In reality, we’re ninety-five percent of the way there already. Each of us fulfils a central role in the other’s life. We might just as well acknowledge that truth to ourselves and to the world. There are married couples that have been together for years and never achieved the kind of closeness and common wavelength we share.” Ricky thought about it and laughed, with a wry edge. “You know what, Dyl? You’re right again – as usual. But no big show or celebration.” A week later, the announcements went out. Mr. Richard Manningtree-Carroll and Mr. Dylan Carroll-Manningtree are pleased to announce that they’ve finally given up fighting to escape their destiny and decided to confirm the obvious by getting married last Friday, October 21st, 2039, at City Hall, Santa Monica, California. * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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So a few years ago I was at a friends party. We were all drinking in the kitchen and this smoking hot woman walked in. We got talking and moved into the living room and danced the night away. At the end of the night we left together going back to her place. the taxi ride home we kissed, got to her apartment and got into her room now she dropped to her knees pulled my cock out and began to give me the best blow job of my life cupping my heavy full balls in her hand, taking me all the way down her throat she sucked me like she was trying to suck the spunk straight out my balls. Then she pushed me on the bed and began to strip for me she had amazing tits fake but amazing non the less she was down to her panties, she pulled my jeans off and opened my shirt. Kissing around my neck, licking my nipples kissing down my belly she looks up I want you baby she tells me she pulls down her panties spins round and suddenly her thick 8 inch cock is in my mouth, both of us sucking each other wow this was amazing then she tells me come on baby fuck my pussy she is on all fours I reach for you jeans pull out a condom, she takes it throws it across the room no I want you all the way baby. i smile I begin eating her beautiful smooth ass out. I push inside her my balls hitting that tight ass my cock already throbbing from her tightness suddenly she pulls off pushes me on my back and sits on my cock ridding me as she wanks her cock, holding her hips driving her downwards as I push up ward. She looks at me tell me baby tell me suddenly I’m ready to explode I fill her tight hole with my thick creamy load, oh baby you bad bad boy she says smiling. She stands over me as my spunk drips down her legs, she drops between my legs quickly sucking my dick again licking my hole suddenly she grins my turn wam she has my legs over over her shoulders and thrusts deep inside me, my cock stands straight on end. She pushes her tongue into my mouth she is now grinding herself deep inside me getting faster and faster, then she lets Out a moan daddy take mummy’s load my god she drives her thick heavy load deep inside me. She rolls off me now pulls me back on top I pump her again then she screws me. She then kisses me as she blows another load into me. She gets up walks to the bathroom she smiles at me as I notice her toxic tattoo on her hip and scorpion on her Calve, your pregnant now boy xxxx

------- Chapter 2.4 - Hoping For One And Hitting The Jackpot ------- The guys were lounging in the hot tub, enjoying the warm, bubbly water. Joe dug into the cooler and passed new beers around. "This is the last round or someone, cough cough Ric, has to go upstairs and get more beer" Joe said. Ric and Kyle both laughed. "My rates for being a pool boy are pretty high. I don't know if you can afford me" Ric said, winking at Joe. "We're dual income, no kids. We can cover it. But... uh... what if we hire you as an extra in a porn flick, is that cheaper? The pool boy always works hard and gets nailed in those vids" Joe joked. All three were chuckling when a guy came up and asked "Room for one more?" The guys looked him over, seeing a tall strawberry blond guy with broad shoulders, military haircut, dense scruff on his face, trimmed chest hair, rainbow trunks with a very full pouch and hairy legs. Joe guessed he was about five years older than him. The smile on the guy's face was big as he waited for a reply. After a long pause while they checked him out, Joe said "Of course. But we're out of beer, so we're not going to be very good hosts." "I'll just enjoy he scenery, then" the guy replied. A moment after he sat into the spa he introduced himself - "By the way, I'm Bradley. I just moved in a couple weeks ago." "Hi Bradley, I'm Kyle, that's my partner Joe and our friend Ric. We just moved in too" Kyle said, pointing out each guy as he talked. "Oh... Partner. I guess you guys are off limits, then" Bradley said, looking disappointed. Joe smiled. "Partners, yes. Monogamous, no. We play together or apart. Just ask Ric" he said. The smile came back to Bradley's face right away. "So I take it all of you guys are gay?" he asked. The three all nodded. Joe then replied "Oh yeah. I think there is one token straight guy in the complex, but I'm not sure. If I open up a cruising app around here it looks like I'm up in the city during Folsom." "I'm guessing from the trunks that you're queer too?" Kyle asked. "Gay and proud. Out since I was 14" Bradley replied. Joe got out of the water and said "I'm gonna go recycle. Be right back" and wandered back to the main building. Bradley turned to Ric and asked "You and the guy pissing like ink and metal. Is there a good tattoo place around here?" Ric smiled and laughed. "Well, we all have some ink and it's all been done by the same guy. He just happens to be a thousand miles from here. We're all recent transplants" Ric explained. Kyle stood up in the hot tub and climbed up on the edge, so his biohazard tattoo was now visible. Bradley looked over and nodded as Ric did the same. "Matching tattoos? But I thought your partner was the other guy?" Bradley asked. "It's a club tattoo and mine is smaller than his" Ric explained. Kyle laughed and said "His tattoo is smaller, but his dick sure isn't." "Must be an interesting club. Most gay guys that have a biohazard tat are poz" Bradley said, glancing back and forth between Kyle and Ric. Joe walked up and as he was getting into the tub Bradley asked "Are you in the same club these guys are? You have a different tat than they do." Joe laughed. "Yeah, my club tat is on my leg, the scorpion was a gift" he said, chuckling as he turned around to show Bradley his calf. "Damn. I'm feeling left out" Bradley said, chuckling. "It's easy to get you into the club, it's just that out here you don't get a free tattoo" Kyle explained. "Oh? How's that?" Bradley asked, innocently. "As you said, gay guys that have a biohazard tat are usually poz. Some are undetectable, but we're not. We just have to share our bug with you and you'll be in the club in no time" Kyle said, grinning. "Fuck... You serious?" Bradley asked. "Only if you are" Joe replied. "Why would I want to do something as crazy as that?" Bradley asked. "Do you fuck raw?" Ric asked and got "Usually" from Bradley. "You on prep?" asked Kyle and Bradley shook his head "no." Ric rubbed the growing bulge in his trunks and asked "Top or bottom?" "Bottom" Bradley mumbled, barely audible over the pool jets. Joe smiled and said "Its just a matter of time, then. Hell, you might already be poz and not even know it." "Do I look sick to you? I'm in perfect shape. Besides, I'm careful" Bradley replied. "Yeah, you are in great shape. I think you'd look hot as hell bent over with three sexy poz guys taking turns on that hot ass of yours. We don't look sick, do we?" Joe asked. Before Bradley could answer, Kyle said "Careful? How? By hitting on guys in a hot tub that all advertise their status? Ya know, there's lots of guys out there that don't even know they're poz and they keep on fuckin around, passin their bug along to unsuspecting bottoms like you." Ric moved closer to Bradley, rubbing his fingers over the furry chest and his hard nips. His hand dropped into the water and squeezed the large bulge in Bradley's trunks. He leaned in and said "There's no guarantees. Some guys get it with one fuck, some need lots more. The risk, though, makes for some really hot sex." Joe moved in next and was standing on the other side of Bradley, his hand softly stroking Bradley's back. "When you came over to the hot tub you were hoping to get fucked by all three of us, weren't you?" Joe asked. "Uh... I was hoping for maybe one... I never expect more than that" Bradley replied. "A hot stud like you? I'd think you'd have no problem finding dick" Kyle said, now standing in front of Bradley. "Too many fuckin' bottoms around. I figured my chances of finding a top were better with three of you" Bradley said, almost forgetting about the HIV issue until he looked up and saw Kyle standing there with the tattoo just above his straining swim trunks. "You hit the jackpot, Bradley. All three of us are versatile. We love to top just as much as bottom. You ever have three guys use you at the same time?" Joe asked. "Fuck... Uh... only in my dreams. Most I had was two and they were one after the other" Bradley replied. "Just say yes and we can give you an afternoon you'll remember" Ric said, pinching Bradley's left nipple. Kyle smiled and he could see Bradley struggle between the desire to get fucked by three guys at once and the consequences. They stood there another minute with nothing more being said and Bradley looking stunned. First, Kyle backed away and a few moments later, Joe did the same, going back to his spot on the other side of the tub. Ric stayed next to Bradley another half minute and then he too, moved back to his old spot after rubbing Bradley's chest one more time. "I'm out of beer. Guess it's time to head back. Nice to meet you Bradley. Good luck finding some neg dick" Kyle said, winking over at Joe and then Ric. Ric got out of the hot tub first and started drying off, Kyle did the same a few seconds later. "Apartment 237. Give me five minutes before you come up. I don't want anyone to know we're hooking up if they saw the tats" Bradley said before climbing out of the hot tub. Joe chuckled and watched Bradley towel off and grab his water bottle and sunscreen. They waited a few minutes after Bradley got inside he building and then collected their stuff. They dumped the empty beer cans into the trash before following Joe out of the pool area. Joe even led them towards a different door than Bradley used before climbing the stairs to the second floor in search of number 237. The door was ajar when they got there and Kyle tapped before walking in. Bradley stood there, staring back at them, visibly nervous. Soon he was surrounded by three horny guys, all pawing at his body. Seconds later Bradley's trunks were on the floor and a few seconds after that it was joined by three more swimsuits. Two hands pushed on each of his shoulders and Bradley was on his knees, staring at three quickly hardening cocks. He was no stranger being in this position and started working from side to side, sucking each of the cocks in front of him. Thirty minutes of oral stimulation had Joe ready to get a closer look at Bradley's ass. A few whispers and Bradley was on all fours, Ric was on his knees with Bradley sucking his cock while Ric sucked Kyle. Joe was licking the chlorine and sweat off of Bradley's ass. The longer his tongue worked over the furry ass, the more relaxed Bradley got. A few minutes later, the sounds coming from Bradley almost sounded like purring. Ric had one hand resting on Bradley's head and the other on Kyle's bare ass. Joe worked some spit into Bradley's hole with his finger, adding a few gobs more until he decided it was ready for some cock. Ric saw Joe line his rigid shaft up and held tighter on Bradley's head. A loud moan came out of Bradley, around Ric's cock, as Joe pushed inside. With a final tug on his hips, Joe's bare cock was fully planted inside. Joe was surprised how easily Bradley took his whole cock and was plowing in and out seconds later. As Joe's thrusts got harder, Ric's cock got pushed into Bradley's throat. Ric felt Bradley gag slightly the first few times and then his cock pushed in deeper as he relaxed more. A few minutes later, Kyle pulled away, whispering "Getting too close." Joe's thrusts started to get slower and he looked up at Kyle, winking. Kyle smiled back, knowing that he should get ready to take Joe's place soon. Soon was only four thrusts later, when Joe groaned as his cock pumped a half dozen shots of viral cum into Bradley's ass. Ric felt Bradley freeze the moment Joe drove in the last time and knew that he'd gotten his first toxic load. Kyle slid easily into the cummy hole and Joe came back over Ric's waiting mouth. He licked over the still hard shaft, tasting Joe's seed and Bradley's ass. When most of the coating was gone, Ric swallowed Joe's shaft. Kyle knew he was close when he entered Bradley and the thrusts from his pierced cock didn't help. He started with hard thrusts and was soon pounding the sloppy hole, the PA tugging with each stroke and the ladder of barbell piercings sending rippling waves of pleasure through his body. Bradley started to get into it and began rocking his body back on to Kyle's cock and then forward onto Ric's. After several minutes, Kyle reached his limit and plowed in, burying his shaft into Bradley's hole and started to cum. He grunted a few times as his seed mixed with Joe's inside Bradley's unprotected gut. Ric smiled as he watched Kyle breed the neg hole and slowly pulled his cock from Bradley's mouth. He waited a moment for Kyle to pull out and then pushed his cock into the very slick hole. Even with the two other guys opening up Bradley's ass, Ric stretched him even further. Bradley groaned as Ric drove his cock slowly into the tight sleeve. Once he was half way in, he started to pull back. Shoving back in, Ric started with shorter strokes, enjoying the cum filled hole and firm pressure on his shaft. Just like Kyle, the oral stimulation had gotten him close when he started fucking. He had decided not to get real rough with Bradley, trying to extend the fuck as long as possible, but the sounds coming out of Bradley's mouth showed he was really feeling Ric's shaft. The strokes got longer after a few more minutes and Ric gripped the bottom's hips to start plowing a little harder. Ric tried a few tricks to prolong the fuck, but fifteen minutes after he had entered Bradley, his cock was starting to throb and he knew he couldn't wait much longer. Ric's cock showered Bradley's colon with his load, adding to the viral pool already inside him. "Oh fuck!" Bradley screamed out, shooting his own load all over the floor. The spasms from his hole milked a few more spurts from Ric's cock. Once both of their orgasms had ended and they had rested a moment, Ric pulled his cock free and watched the hole slowly close up. "I'm gonna be feelin' this for a few days. I've never felt so sore or full of cum in my life" Bradley said, laying flat on his stomach on the floor. Kyle looked down and saw the puddle of pink cum on the floor, staining the cream colored rug and knew that their piercings had torn him up pretty good. Joe chuckled and said "That was a lot of fun. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Let us know if you want a repeat some time" before pulling his trunks back on. With Kyle and Ric also dressed, the three walked out of the apartment, grinning.

I finally got to Hampstead Heath last weekend, It was everything I'd hoped! I'd been working in London, staying in a Holiday Inn. I couldn't arrange anything there because they insisted on taking the temp of every one going in. I didn't finish work until past 7 on Friday night (bloody job that turned out more complex) so went to eat and then was feeling horny. So thought I'd go to take a look on Hampstead Heath, I'd never been before. It was getting dusk by the time I got there but I could still see some. It seemed pretty quiet until I ventured into the trees and realised there were quite a few guys there already. After few mins I came across three guys fucking a guy who was standing against a tree, then I found a clearing with prob 8 or 9 guys, a few fucking, others watching. I went across to watch. As soon as I got there a guy knelt in front of me. I only had shorts, tee shirt and trainers on, it was a really hot night. He pulled my shorts down and started to suck me. Seconds later a finger was in my hole, I'd lubed with Ky and a dollop of vaseline to stop it drying out before I got there. I was pushed over, my hands found the tree, a meaty cock head probed my arse crack, couldn't find my opening. I reached behind to pull it to my hole. He shoves, my arse bursts with pain. Fuck, hold on I cry. He ignores me, head followed by shaft drives deeper into me. No talk, no condom. I manage to open my poppers, sniff deeply. His fucking is savage, the pain fades as the poppers kick in and his cock massages my prostate. Its so hot and humid, I pull my tee off, I'm sweating as I take this strangers cock raw in my arse. Minutes later he rams deep, grunting as he cums in my bowels. I lay forward, shocked I guess at the speed of it all. The clearing seems to have filled with guys. Hands grab my hips and pull me up, another cock seeks my hole, i feel his jeans zip against me when he bottoms out, he lasts maybe a minute before a feel a rush inside me, cum dribbles down my balls when he pulls out. I shuffle to the tree, kicking my shorts off and grabbing them with my tee as I lie forward and rest my chest on the tree. What a slut I think to myself as cock no. 3 drives into me, I can't believe I'm offering my hole to all comers. This one doesn't cum, I don't think, or the next, but then three in succession sound like they do and my hole is running wet again. I stayed there until it started getting light. I guess I took 30 or 40 cocks, perhaps some fucked me twice or more, perhaps half came inside me. Very few had condoms. As it started to get light I could tell that guys were getting ready to leave and several seemed to be looking for a hole to get off in before going. These seemed the biggest loads as cum would kind of stream out when they pulled out, although maybe my hole was pretty wide and relaxed by then too. I decided I'd had enough when it became daylight. I'd hung onto my clothes throughout, but my shorts did little to hide the state I was in. My legs were sticky with cum, i was sweaty, dirty, but felt so satisfied. I had to get the carpet cleaner on my car seat the next day after driving home!