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Part Two: Tom's heart raced as he approached the grimy, graffiti-covered building that housed Ty's apartment. In the short time that Tom had known Ty, a few big things in Tom’s life had changed. For instance, up until meeting his new friend Tom considered himself 100% straight. Now? Well, Ty’s big black cock has challenged that notion. Tom had also begun smoking Tina regularly, and since Ty was his dealer, he could get dick and his drugs all at the same time. When Tom went to pick-up from Ty he always seemed to notice the stark contrast between the crumbling cinder blocks of the projects and the prestigious college halls he was used to. As he approached Ty, or “daddy” as he insisted Tom call him, Tom’s palms became slick with anticipation and nerves and as he climbed the stairs to the third floor, the smell of burnt chemicals and stale cigarette smoke grew stronger with each step, a potent reminder of what awaited him. When Ty swung open the door, a cloud of smoke billowed out, thick white smoke filled the narrow hallway as he stepped aside to let the young white college boy in. "What's up, little man? Ready for your medicine?" His dark eyes twinkled mischievously as he eyed Tom's lean muscular build, his gaze lingering on the bulge in Tom’s jeans. Inside the cramped living room, Ty's heavy, muscular body filled the space like a panther in a cage. His bare, tatted up chest heaved as he took a long drag from his cigarette, and Tom couldn't help but feel a thrill of danger and excitement at being in the presence of such a dominant figure. The room was dimly lit, a single bulb overhead, casting deep shadows that danced across Ty's toned biceps and the bulging veins in his neck. The tension grew as Ty handed Tom a glass pipe, the crystals glinting in the dull light. "Take a hit, bro," he instructed, his voice a smooth purr that sent shivers down Tom's spine. The first hit of the tina was harsh, burning the back of Tom's throat and making his eyes water. The second hit brought a rush of euphoria, his body tingling as the drug hit his bloodstream. The third hit was pure bliss, and Tom leaned back, the world swimming around him. As Ty leaned in to take the pipe, his hand snaked around to Tom's crotch, gripping his cock through the denim. "My boy is always so eager when daddy is around," he murmured, a wicked smile playing on his full lips. Holding Tom’s chin in his massive hand he told him "tonight, I got something special for you and I need you to be brave for daddy, can you do that for me?" Just as Tom was processing what Ty meant by that, Tom's eyes grew wide as the door swung open again, and Diego stepped into the room. The tall, muscular Latin man's presence was electrifying, his olive skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, and his dark brown eyes that Tom couldn’t look away from. Diego was freeballing in a pair of athletic shorts and the outline of Diego's thick, uncut cock pressed against the mesh of the shorts made Tom's own dick throb uncontrollably, and as Tom continued to stare at the man’s cockprint he considered that this guy might just have the biggest cock he has ever seen. Ty noticed and chuckled, "Don't worry, baby, my boy is hung as a goddamn horse but you’ll be able to take it." With a jerk of his head, Ty told Diego, "Get naked, bro. Let him see what you got." Diego obeyed, his movements fluid and confident. He popped off his tank top and pulled down his shorts to reveal a sculpted physique, the muscles of his chest and abs rippling as he stepped closer to Tom. His cock, his massive thick uncut monster of a cock hung heavy, the tip glistening with precum, and Tom felt his mouth water despite his fear and anxiety around the pure physics of how he could ever take something this big and live to talk about it.. "Look at that," Ty said, his voice low and hungry as he reached one massive hand towards Diego’s cock and grabbed it tight. "You ever had anything that big inside you?" Tom couldn't speak, could only shake his head. Ty's hands moved back to Tom, his grip on Tom’s ass growing tight. Ty reached over and scooped up a dollop of Diego’s precum and rubbed it between his two fingers. With the fingers now coated in a lube of Diego’s precum, Ty grabbed a shard of Tina from his bag and slowly began to press the precum lubed shard into Tom’s helpless hole, eliciting a yelp from Tom that caused Ty to briefly cover his mouth. “Shhhhhh baby boy, don’t be making all that noise with them niggas right outside listening….I know boy it burns but you see my man’s cock? It ain’t even hard yet, and you gonna take it all," he promised, his breath hot in Tom's ear. “You gonna need this boy”. Diego approached, and Tom's eyes remained locked on the monstrous cock swaying before him. Without warning, Ty pushed Tom to his knees, and he found himself face to face with what indeed was the biggest cock Tom had ever seen. The scent of musk and arousal mixed with Diego’s cologne was intoxicating, and his own cock throbbed in time with the racing beat of his heart. He tentatively reached out, wrapping his hand around the shaft, feeling the heat and weight of it, the velvety skin stretching over the iron-hard length. "That's right," Ty encouraged, his hand on the back of Tom's head. "Give my boy Diego some lovin now." Tom's mouth watered as he opened his lips, taking the massive head into his mouth. Tom's mouth continued to water as he began to slowly suck on the heavy head of Diego's cock, feeling it stretch his lips open. The taste was a mix of salty and sweet, the scent of musk and arousal intoxicating him even more than the meth coursing through his veins. Tom looked up and caught Ty shot-gunning a massive cloud into Diego’s mouth and something about seeing these two dominant dangerous alpha studs in that intimate embrace drove Tom wild. Diego's hand came to rest on the back of Tom’s head, guiding him gently but firmly, as if he knew exactly how much Tom could handle. Ty's hand remained on his shoulder, the warmth of his touch reassuring, though the anticipation of what was to come had Tom's stomach in knots. Tom's eyes remained locked on Ty's, seeking approval, as he began to suck in earnest. Diego's cock was so thick and getting thicker, filling his mouth completely, and he had to fight against his gag reflex as he took more and more of it. The head of his own cock was leaking pre-cum onto the worn carpet beneath him, and he knew that Ty could see it. The thrill of being used, of being the plaything for these two powerful men, was like nothing he had ever felt before. "Fuck, baby," Ty whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You're doing so good. You know baby, my boy here has never had white ass. You gonna be his first whiteboy.” Diego moaned, hips began to rock gently, his cock sliding deeper into Tom's mouth. “Yeah well, don’t get many white boys coming around here, too scared or something. You don’t gotta be scared bro, I’m big I know I know but I’mma make you feel good, promise.” He continued to moan as Tom took more of him down his throat. “Fuck man, you sucking my cock like a champ, taking it like you hungry for it or somethin”. Tom's eyes watered and he choked slightly, but the feeling of Diego's hands in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him, kept him going. The sounds of his own moaning muffled by the cock in his mouth and the heavy breathing of the two men above him were all Tom could focus on as the world around him faded away. Ty stepped closer, his own cock now hard and pressing against the small of Tom's back. "You like that big Latin cock boy?" he asked, his breath warm against Tom's ear. "You think you can be a brave boy for daddy and take it all?" Tom nodded, unable to form words as he continued to bob his head up and down on Diego's cock. Ty reached around and began to stroke Tom's own erection, his hand rough and calloused, sending bolts of pleasure through his body. The combination of the drugs and the overwhelming sensation of being dominated by these two men had him on the edge. "You want more?" Ty asked, his voice a dark whisper. "You want to feel both of us inside you?" Tom paused, his eyes wide, the desperation and fear clear in his eyes. Ty's hand left Tom’s cock and he felt something cold and slick being spread over his asshole. He gasped as Ty's thumb pushed inside, slowly stretching him open, getting him higher than he’s ever been as Ty was now putting even more of the Tina inside his hole. The burn was exquisite, a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure of Diego's cock filling his mouth. "Look at you," Ty said, his voice a mix of amazement and amusement. "Look at this boy’s hole eat that up. This whiteboy is desperate to get opened up.” Diego's grip on Tom’s head grew stronger, and he felt the man's cock swell even larger in his mouth. He knew what was coming next, and his heart raced in anticipation. Ty's thumb was replaced by something bigger, something that made him tense up in fear and excitement. "Relax, baby," Ty soothed, his voice low and reassuring. "You can take it, you know how to open up for daddy." Tom did his best to relax as Ty's cock began to push into him, inch by slow inch. The pain was intense, but the rush of endorphins from the meth made it almost pleasurable. He felt so full, so used, it was everything he had ever wanted. “There you go baby, opening up that beautiful white hole for your daddies. Gonna make us so proud, I know you will”. When Ty got halfway inside the boy he slowly drew his cock back out, only to then slam the entire length of his massive black cock to the hilt, Tom’s body responding in agonizing pain, a scream now being muffled by Diego’s cock as he continued to push down Tom’s throat. Tom was reeling as Ty began to thrust deeply into him and Diego's cock grew even more insistent in this throat, pushing deeper causing him to choke and gasp for breath. Tom's eyes watered as he gagged, but he didn't stop sucking, driven by a desperate need to please them both as he had finally now understood why he existed, understanding it was for this purpose, for these alpha men to use as they saw fit. Ty's hand found its way back to Tom's cock, now slick with precum and lube, and began to pump it in rhythm with his own thrusts. The room was a blur of movement and sensation, the air thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the ragged breaths of three men lost in the throes of meth induced passion. Tom could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tightening as the pleasure grew more intense, each pump inside him hitting that spot causing an explosion of pleasure with each painful thrust. "You're about to cum for us, aren't you?" Ty demanded, his voice harsh and dominant. Stroking Tom even faster he now ordered: “Now boy, show my guy Diego how Daddy fucks a load out of you, time to bust boy, blow for daddy”. Tom moaned around Diego's cock, his own orgasm building like a volcano ready to erupt. The sensation of Ty's cock pounding into him and Diego's shaft sliding in and out of his mouth was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and pain that resonated through his entire being. The pressure in his balls grew almost unbearable, his body begging for release. "God, yes," Tom managed to murmur, his voice muffled by Diego's cock. The words seemed to spur Ty on, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more possessive. "That's it," Ty groaned, his grip on Tom's hips tightening. "Take it all. Let your daddies wreck this white cunt. Now boy, cum for Daddy NOW!" Ty demanded forcefully. Diego's hand tangled in Tom's hair, holding him in place as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping with each thrust into Tom's mouth. Tom could feel the man's thighs tense and knew he was close. The thought of making Diego cum, of serving Ty like this and obeying his order to cum sent him hurtling over the edge. His body convulsed, his orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning, painting the floor with ropes of cum and causing a scream to somehow escape Tom’s cock-filled mouth. As Tom's body quivered with the aftershocks of his climax, Ty pulled out of him with a wet pop. The sudden emptiness made him whimper, his hole longing to be filled. Ty turned him around and bent him over the arm of the couch, his cock still hard and slick with lube. "Now that I milked that out of you, I want you to try and relax baby," Ty whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "Because now baby boy, now the real fucking fun begins." Diego stepped closer, his cock now fully terrifyingly erect, the head a deep purple and slick with precum, easily the size of a young child’s fist. Tom's eyes widened in both fear and excitement as he watched Ty slick the monstrous shaft with lube. With Tom bent over the couch and with his recently fucked hole totally exposed and opened, Ty was able to easily slip two more shards inside Tom without the boy even noticing. Ty grabbed a bottle of poppers and told Tom to inhale it like his life depended on it. Placing the poppers in Tom’s hand and telling him to use them when needed, he slapped Tom’s ass so hard it left a bruise and barked another order. "Open up," Ty demanded, his hand guiding the tip of Diego's cock to Tom's asshole. Tom took a deep hit on the poppers and did as he was told, feeling the head of Diego's cock press against him. He was still sensitive from his orgasm, and the pressure made him gasp. "Easy," Ty cooed, his hand gentle on Tom's back. "Just breathe, baby. This about to hurt like hell but you gonna survive and you gonna take it because now baby you aint got no choice but to take it, you understand?" With a gentle push, the head of Diego's cock breached Tom's tight ring, and Tom's eyes rolled back in his head, his vision becoming spotty as his world was now spinning rapidly around him with Diego’s cock beginning its invasion right as the last two secret booty bumps began to take hold of him. The pain was intense, but he focused on the warmth of Ty's hand and the sound of his voice, telling him how good he was doing and how proud of he was making the men, and when Diego grabbed Tom’s cock and began to slowly stroke it back to life Tom realized that perhaps he was about to feel the greatest pain followed by the greatest pleasure he’d ever known. Inch by agonizing inch, Diego pushed into him, his cock stretching Tom to the limits of what he thought he could handle, all the while Diego and Ty sounding genuinely impressed with how well Tom was taking it as they continued to offer up encouraging words. The burn was almost too much, but Tom knew there was no escape – even if he wanted to leave, even if he begged, he was in too deep and these big men with their rock-hard cocks would never let him go without fucking him first. “Yo little dude, I’m almost halfway inside you bro” Diego announced. “I’m gonna start to pump now, if it gets too much and you think you gonna pass out or somethin I’ll slow it down”. Surprisingly, Tom’s body began to adjust, his ass muscles relaxing around the thick massive intrusion. Ty's cock slid into his mouth again, the taste of his own ass mixing with the musky scent of Diego's precum. Once Diego was fully seated inside Tom, he wrapped his big strong arms around Tom’s body and whispered in his ear “you got all me in you man, down to my nuts its all inside you. So proud of you bro, fuck you tight and you making me feel so good, so proud”. Hearing this, Ty began to fuck Tom’s throat in earnest, his powerful hips driving the thick cock in and out of him. Both Ty and Diego had natural rhythm, so it didn’t surprise Tom when their thrust seemed to sync up - when one man was sliding out the other was sliding in so that Tom was never without one of them inside him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through Tom, making him moan a desperate plea of intense pleasure. He felt so full, so used, and it was everything he had ever needed, everything he longed to be. The room was a cacophony of sounds: Ty's harsh breaths, Diego's grunts of exertion, and the wet, squelching noises of their bodies coming together. Tom's own muffled moans, a mix of cruel pain and intense pleasure added to the symphony, his eyes watering with every deep push down this throat. As the two men fucked him, Tom's mind was a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. The fear and anxiety from earlier had been replaced with a sense of belonging, of being exactly where he was meant to be, in between his dad’s. He was their boy, and they were using him as they saw fit. The power dynamics played out before him were intoxicating, the high from the meth only amplifying the intensity of the experience. Diego's hand found its way to the back of Tom's head again, pushing him down further onto Ty’s cock as Ty's thrusts grew more erratic. Ty's grip on Tom's head tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fucked his face harder and faster. Diego had been let loose and was now mercilessly pounding Tom’s ass. With his big strong hands firmly pressing Tom into the couch he began to ruthlessly slam his cock inside the boy. “Fuck whiteboy, you taking this cock like a real man, you hear me? Shit, I fucked half these wanna-be tough guy niggas walkin round this block and they be crying, begging me to stop before we I even get goin. But you whiteboy? You fucking love this shit, don’t you? You love coming to this nigga’s shitty little apartment, getting spun and taking some brown cock don’t you boy? Tom could only moan his response. “Yeah boy? That’s what I thought. You love it? Fuck boy, that’s real good, cuz I’mma fucking give it to you!” Tom's body was a canvas of pain and other worldly ecstasy, painted with the strokes of Diego's cock and Ty's firm hand. The pain had transformed him, broken him to pieces, and the pleasure that followed, the delicious ache that his daddy’s cocks provided, had put him back together, each movement a stroke of the brush that brought him closer to his full experience of ecstasy. He could feel Diego's cock thickening even more inside him, the veins pulsing with the promise of release. Ty's thrusts grew more urgent, and Tom knew he was close. "Fuck, baby," Ty panted, his voice strained. "Dis throat open up so good..don’t worry baby boy, Diego gonna put his nut inside you now and yo daddy gonna put his nut inside you later." Tom's eyes watered as Diego's hands tightened around his waist, the pressure that held him down becoming slightly painful. He knew what was expected of him, and the idea of making them both cum was driving him wild. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his daddy’s cock in his mouth. Diego's hips began to buck, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. In between ragged breathes Diego rushed to get the words out before it was too late. "I'm gonna cum white boy, fucking gonna fill this ass up you ready? You ready bro?" he growled, his voice deep and guttural. Tom nodded, eager to be filled with the man's seed, to show him how badly he wanted to please him. Tom noticed their rhythm grew more frenzied, their cocks slamming into Tom's ass and throat with an intensity that made him see stars. With a roar, Diego slammed into Tom’s ass with such force it knocked the wind out of him, and as Tom struggled to find his breath while enduring Diego’s wild thrust, he was tasked with also surviving the torrent blast of cum that his dad was now shooting down his throat. With almost no warning Ty was now flooding Tom’s throat as Diego continued to flood his hole. Diego’s thrust began to slow and Tom felt the warmth of the man’s nut spread inside him, the feeling of being claimed and used and finally filled up in the most primal way possible making him whole, giving him purpose. The warmth of their loads coupled with the insane amount of tina coursing through his veins caused Tom to spiral into an orgasm so deeply he very literally almost passed out. His body spasmed, his ass clenching around the cock that was still buried deep within him. Ty watched with fascinated and hungry eyes, his own climax beginning to also subside. "You doin so good and we so proud of you boy," he praised, his voice thick with pride and lust. "Look at you, cumming like this for us. Yeahhhh boy keep going, get every drop out for daddy now". Tom's moans grew louder, his body trembling, shaking, as Diego’s hard cock slammed into him one final time, sending him over the edge again, somehow restarting the orgasm he thought he had just finished, leaving Tom completely exhausted and totally spent. Ty pulled out of his throat, and before Tom could even catch his breath, the two men took turns kissing him deeply, intimately, so intensely it felt as if the men were desperate for him to understand how they had claimed him and were helping him understand with this intimate embrace. The two men stepped back, both panting heavily, with their massive strong arms wrapped around each other and their chests heaving, looking down at their boy now covered in a mix of sweat, lube, meth, cum and spit. Ty's cock was still semi-hard, glistening with Tom’s spit while Tom's ass had been stretched beyond what any of the men had thought possible, now dripping with Diego's cum and throbbing from the pounding it just took. Tom felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, his body a testament to the power and pleasure they had shared. Diego leaned down, his chest brushing against Ty's, and whispered something in Spanish that made Ty laugh, the sound low and wicked. They shared a knowing glance before turning their gaze back to Tom, who was now knelling in front of them, trying to catch his breath while looking up at the men, searching their faces for their approval. Ty bent down and picked Tom up, carrying him into the bedroom as Diego followed behind. The three men crawled into bed together, with Tom in the middle while the room continue to spin around them from a mix of pure exhaustion and a whole lot of drugs. Clearing his throat while relaxing into their arms, Tom thanked his dad’s for this experience, and as they drifted off to sleep Tom thought to himself how lucky he was to be owned by such incredible men, and as he closed his eyes he chuckled to himself, silently reminding himself how glad he was that Ty had once ordered from Ubereats.

Just heads up - story starts off a bit slow but I'm working on it. Chapter 1 – The Agreement Tom and Brad were as close as father and son could be. They shared almost everything. Brad came out as gay to his dad when he had started high school. Tom had even confided in his son that he was attracted to men as well but chose to stay away from labels. This honesty between the two was a strong basis of their relationship. Tom is a single dad that shared everything with his son. His son, Bradley shared everything with his dad. They were each other’s best friend and knew everything about each other. Well, almost everything. Throughout high school, Tom would let Brad stay over at his friend’s homes and would have “friends” over. Tom never said anything about his little get togethers and Brad never asked anything besides when he was allowed to come back home. When he would get home on Sunday night, his dad would be in his room recovering from his festivities so that he could go to work Monday morning. Brad would smell the scent of marijuana and thought he just smoked pot all weekend. This was one such weekend. Only this time, Brad had passed on going over to his friends and wanted to stay home. Brad started the conversation off his father - Brad: Hey dad, you know how I always head out for the weekend and let you have your alone time. Well, I want to stay home and spend the time with you. Tom: I don’t know son. It gets pretty weird here and I have friends that come over. I don’t know if it would be a good mix. Men being men after all. B: oh come on, please dad? I’m 18 now and out of high school. I think I’m adult enough to hang with some men. I know you guys smoke weed. That’s okay, I do too sometimes. It’s no big deal. I’ve even found empty bottles of lube so I know you hookup with some of your friends sometimes too. It’s cool. Tom thought to himself - it might be time to initiate the boy. Well, no, a man now. T: IF I let you stay, I have a couple of rules that you will have to live by during this weekend. I would need an absolute yes before even thinking about it. B: oh, what kind of rules? T: You may be 18 now but this weekend you have to earn the title of being a man by the end. Brad felt intrigued B: Go on… T: you will have to follow any and all commands from me. No questions asked. And you will address me as Tom. This weekend I will not be your dad, we both will just be one of the guys doing guy things. Say no to me or disobey me at all, and there will be consequences far reaching. Is that understood? B: Yes da… I mean Yes Tom. Tom was unsure how this weekend would go but his dick was thinking for him now. He walked the kitchen and came back with 2 Gatorades. He reached into a bag he had on the counter and pulled out a small baggie with some blue pills. He swallowed one and handed his son a gatorade and one of the pills. T: Take that with a sip of the gatorade and leave the bottle on the coffee table. Brad thought to himself, this must be some sort of test to see if I will obey. My dad would not give me anything that would hurt me. He reached out, grabbed the pill, and pushed it in his mouth. One gulp of gatorade and he stood there smiling, all proud that he had followed his dad’s directions. T: Go ahead and shower and come back to the living room in 15 minutes. B: Okay, Tom. Brad rushed down the hallway to his room leaving his father behind in the living room. Tom rubbed his growing dick with his left hand. He took out his phone and and started texting with his right hand. Text: Hey Will, change of plans for tonight. Come on over and use your key. I have a surprise newbie that needs initiation and I can’t do it by myself. You’ll see why when you get here. Bring the extra supplies. Chapter 2 – Getting ready Bradley rushed to his room and stripped down to his underwear. He grabbed his towel and turned to his bathroom door. He walked into the bathroom and dropped his underwear to the floor. He started the shower and then jumped in. He lathered and washed his body. He thought to himself, maybe this will be the time I lose my v card. If dad’s friend was down, he definitely wanted to give his virginity away. He reached for the special side nozzle of the shower head. His father had bought him the phallic rod for cleaning out once he had expressed his interest in having sex with his school friend. Brad had only used it a hand full of times but was lathered the rod a big and inserted it in himself. He gave himself a good cleaning out. Just in case he thought. He had no idea what went on during his dad’s weekends except that sometime he had someone over to have sex. His dad wouldn’t mind if he borrowed his dad’s friend for a little while, right? They were all about sharing other things, why should this be any different? Brad finished cleaning out, walked out of the shower and back to his dresser drawers. He rummaged through his underwear collection. He found a black jockstrap and thought perfect! He pulled the jockstrap up and looked at himself in the mirror. He thought to himself, who wouldn’t wanna hook up with me? He looked himself up and down again. This time he noticed that he was starting to get a little hard. It did not take long for Brad to guess what the blue pill was. He threw on a pair of mesh shorts and a tank top. Brad looked at the clock on his dresser. He had just a few minutes to get back to the living room. He strolled back thinking this weekend was gonna be magical.

Hey everyone. Thanks for the love. I had a very busy day and I don’t want to rush this next chapter. I will try to get the next chapter up tomorrow. Thanks again!!

Chapter 5 – Will’s Turn Will jumps on the bed and pushes his dick in the boy’s mouth. Tom just stays still enjoying the tight hole surrounding his dick head. This evidently was too slow for Will. W: Now you break him in. Go balls deep in one push. Now! Tom pushed his dick all the way in in one swoop. The boy squirmed beneath them and Will just laughed it off. W: Now power fuck the boy. Tom grabbed his son by the hips, pulled almost completely out and then slammed back in. Almost out, slam! Almost out, Slam! The boy was trying to mouth words but nothing but grunts came out. He was a drooling mess. Drooling around a big black dick in his mouth muffling his grunts. T: If I don’t stop pounding him, I’m gonna cum already. W: Good. He needs a first load to get him ready for my dick. T: OMG you feel so good Brad. I’m gonna breed your ass. Here comes your very first load! Ahhh… Brad feels the throbbing of his dad’s dick in his ass. He feels the ecstasy of feeling rope and rope of cum shoot in his tight hole. Brad tries to hold onto this feeling like it’s the best feeling in the world. Tom pulls out and slaps the boy’s ass. Will maneuvers around Brad’s body. Will rubs the boy all over. From neck to his pecks, his arms, his inner thigh, his balls, his shaft, and back up to his nipples. Brad is in overdrive with all of the touching, especially the touching of his nipples. Will gets right between Brad’s legs. He plays with the boy’s nipples while his dick rubs against the boy’s balls. He continues this, eventually thrusting the tip of his dick into the lubed hole. He slowly pushes in until he bottoms out. Will picks the boy up and shifts underneath him. Brad is now on top and with his new found movements begin to fuck himself on the big black dick in his hole. He rides, and he rides, and he rides like a champ. Brads dick slaps into Will with every bounce. Splat, Splat, Splat. W: I knew we had a natural on our hands. Just l ike his father. Will lets the boy milk the cum from his balls but does not shoot his load yet. He reaches up and plays with the boy’s nipples as he continues to ride. Brad makes a low moan and shoots his first load all over Will’s chest and neck. As if waiting for that very moment, Will throws Brad onto the bed on his stomach and pulls his hips up exposing his ass in the air. He jumps behind the bottom and slams his dick in unrelenting. His long dicking of the bottom leaves him gasping for air. Piston fucking takes over and the sound of skin slapping into skin echoes in the room. Finally, after 15 mins of pounding, Will bellows a moan and shoots his load deep into the former virgin. He pulls out and looks down at a gaping hole. Will grabs a but plug and slams it into the bottom. Chapter 6 – Switching roles Will stands back and admires the white ass he just pommeled. Brad reminded him so much of Tom, it was uncanny. W: Hey Tom, you should be proud of the mini you. He took him first breeding like a champ. T: Yeah, a chip off the ol’ block. W: He even has a bigger dick than you haha T: Ya, you are right. Not by much though. Will looks over at Tom, who has his back to him. He looks over Tom’s ass and gets an idea. W: Give the boy another blue pill and some more gatorade. T: Already? I don’t know if his ass can take much more so fast. Will walks over to Tom and slaps his ass. W: Who said anything about HIS ass? Tom goes over to his son and pushes him sitting up. He puts a blue pill to his mouth and Brad opens up. He takes a few gulps of gatorade. Tom just spends the next 20-30 minutes rubbing his son all over his body. Once Brad is able to mumble some words in a notable fashion, Will takes that as he is ready to proceed. Will orders Tom to get into doggie position on the bed. Will takes Brad and pushes his face into Tom’s ass. Will orders Brad to start rimming his dad’s hole. Moans start to come out of Tom as his son’s tongue lubes up his hole. Will brings a reloaded pipe to Brad and lights it for him. He takes a huge hit and blows it out into his dad’s hole. He repeats this 2 more times as the hole quivers. Will hands off a shard to Brad but he is unsure of what to do with it. W: Go ahead and push it in. Just like we did to you. It makes the hole ready to be fucked. Brad slowly pushed the shard into his dad’s opening hole. Before it was fully dissolved, the boy became impatient and pushed his super hard dick into his dad’s ass. Brad grabbed the hips and slammed into the bottom. Something in Brad turned on and he was pounding ass like this was the last fuck he would ever have. Slap, slap, slap. His balls slamming into his dad. The boy took to his new role and turned his dad over. He threw the legs over his shoulders and continued to pound. Slap, slap, slap. Brad reached down and jerked his dad off as he assaulted his ass. He never heard Will slip right behind him. Will pushed Brad balls deep into Tom and then slid his black dick into Brad. Brad was pinned between the two men. All he could do is thrust forward, and fucking himself backward on Will’s dick. Thrust forward, thrust backward. Brad was a human pin ball in a machine rigged to cum. Brad was stuck between the two men for 30 mins. He received a good sized load from Will and shot a big gooey load into his dad. Brad stayed in place and let his dad fuck himself on his son’s dick until he shot all over himself. His son was no longer a virgin - top or bottom.

"Such a good boy" he moaned in my ear as his thick raw cock slid into me. I took every inch, arching my back to let him in. As he slowly slid in and out, in and out, I knew deep down he was going to breed me. I wanted it so bad. I wasn't going to stop him now to ask any questions, I was so lost in the ecstasy of his body on mine, his hands holding my hips, his breath on my neck, his cock buried inside me. It was too much and we'd already come this far. Just let him have you, I thought to myself as he picked up the pace and slowly but surely started pounding my little ass into oblivion... We'd been chatting for weeks and just hadn't been able to find a time to link up. He was fit, probably from his military days, and a hot daddy looking for a young bottom to fuck. Naturally this got my attention, but not nearly as much as his perfect thick 8" cock. Oh i needed that cock, I dreamed about that cock. It was Sunday morning and as usual I had woken up painfully horny, grinding myself into my sheets. Rolling over I pulled up grindr and to my absolute delight there he was - "wife is out of town. you want this cock boy?" and an address. I've never gotten ready so fast. I pulled into his driveway and walked up to the door where he was waiting, watching me. "Finally" was all he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. He was even hotter than his photos suggested. Out of my league for sure. As the door closed he turned and pinned me to the wall with a long sloppy kiss. "I've got all day for you, hope you have nowhere to be", I shook my head, unable to form words in my excitement. He smiled and pulled me into the kitchen. "Drink?", I nodded. He poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to me. "None for you?" I asked shakily, to which he just smirked. "Drink up boy". I did as I was told. We stood and talked for a few minutes, the whole time he inched closer and closer to me until finally we were inches apart. "Once we go into the bedroom, you're mine. No going back. So any reservations now is the time." He waited patiently. I could see his hard cock bulging in his shorts. Saying nothing I reached down to feel it. That was it. I had made my choice. We headed for the bedroom, his hand on my ass the whole time. Stripping me, his big hands explored my body. I wasn't hard, mostly out of sheer anxiety. "Here's the deal. I'm going to try and get you hard. If I can do it without touching your cock, I'm going to fuck you raw." I blushed but didn't protest. His lips found my neck, my ear, as his hands played with my round little ass, at first caressing and then playing with my hole. It was hopeless, my cock stiffened in moments and before long it was rock hard. He grinned over my shoulder as his hand moved to grab it. Fuck, that's it I thought. I hadn't gone raw in months since I had gone off prep. But still, there is nothing hotter than a load shooting into me. I had also forgotten when we first talked I told him I was on prep and preferred it bareback. Oops. He pushed me to my knees and slid his cock deep into my mouth, a little rough, very hot. I drooled all over it and played with his balls. I could tell he liked it. He liked owning me. Maybe I liked it too. He tossed me into the bed and climbed in behind me. My heart was racing. He was about to fuck me raw and I was just letting him. The thoughts were dashed from my head as he pushed a lubed finger into my ass. Instinctively I bent over and took it. He went at it for a few minutes before adding some lube to his cock. "I bet you feel amazing" he said admiring my ass from behind. All I could manage was "lets find out". My first "good boy" achieved. He started slow, just the tip. But as soon as his cock started pushing in I felt myself loosen up and give it to him. We had made a deal, after all. He slid in slow, and deep, so deep in me. Finally giving me every inch as I moaned loud, eliciting that sweet "such a good boy" from him. That left me swimming. He fucked me like this for what felt like 20 minutes. Pounding me raw and breaking me in, before flipping me over. My legs on his shoulders now, he pushed back inside. "I want to look into your eyes as I breed you, boy". Oh fuck was all I could moan. "Open your month", I did as instructed, and he spit right into it. So fucking hot. Without any warning he pushed deep and shot his load. It felt so goddamn good, warm and sticky inside me. He kept thrusting so I could feel the cum squish inside me. I looked up at him in amazement and without thinking said "more please". For the next two hours he fucked me silly, shooting 3 more loads into my bare ass and handing out good boys along the way. Dripping with his cum and panting we laid side by side. I was in love with his cock. He rolled over and started to jerk me off. "Your turn, now". It wouldn't take long I thought. As he edged me closer and closer he leaned in and whispered in my ear "I love seeing your full of my poz loads, no one ever lets me do this". Shock washed over me but not fear, maybe excitement? It was so raw, so hot, and I was lost in the moment. Before I could say a word my whole body shook and I shot the biggest load I've ever shot in my life all over myself. As I relaxed and we laid there kissing, I broke away and managed to mumble "I'm not on prep anymore though". He started at me, looking deep into my soul, and smiled. "I had hoped not. I want to make you mine. Be my little good boy?" Dripping with cum I laid there, thoughts racing in my head, but before I could process anything, he started climbing on top of me and rolling me over. Oh well, I thought, what's one more. I can get some pep at the clinic tomorrow. Hearing no resistance, he fucked me hard again and shot a fourth load into me before setting me free to clean up and go home. "I hope to see you soon" he winked as he held the door for me. I raced home, heart pounding, and jerked off in the sink. I was so horny? I never went to the clinic. Didn't go the next day, or the next. I don't know why. But the next week I was back in his bed and full of all that poz cum all over again. And the week after. I guess I know my place now. And he has his little good boy after all.

Characters Mark- Incredibly handsome face, 18 years old, 5'8', 140 lbs,, blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes, smooth muscular build, 8' cock, amazing bubble butt, totally straight virgin. Resembles a short version of the Statue Of David in Florence Italy. He is an actor wannabe headed to LA from Kansas by bus. Joe Blackstone-Seedy, sleaze ball, slightly stocky, bald, mid 50's, 5'10', 215 lbs, thick black framed eyeglasses, wrinkled khakis and yellow polyester polo shirt. Always on the lookout for fresh meat to peddle in the XXX industry lurking at the bus depot in LA. Mr. G- Unscrupulous and manipulative, 36, 6'3 and 180 lbs. of solid muscle, short cropped dark hair, piercing green eyes, a heavy 5 o'clock shadow and tats that show on his neck above his shirt collar and arms, very tan, strikingly handsome and charismatic. Runs several operations including illicit talent agency, drug dealing, prostitution, and owns and operates an all male porn production studio. People have a way of disappearing if they cross him, he has strong mob connections. Mr. Jones- Film investor with a penchant for gay porn movies. Early 60's, 6'1, 155lbs, balding, wire- rimmed glasses, very passive and non threatening. The type that blends in and doesn't stand out. Is actually into heavy S/ M scenes, leather, bondage, hoods, breath control, electricity, fisting and other kinks. Believed to have a 12" cock. Prefers sex with men of various ethnic groups. After a chance meeting, two strangers bond over breakfast at McDonald's in the Los Angeles Bus Terminal. Mark was so excited to finally be in Los Angeles he just talked and talked barely touching his food. He whispers to Joe he has a dream and $12,000 in his bag to make it come true. The money is his inheritance from his recently deceased grandmother. He figures there's enough money to last 6 months in LA until he finds steady work as an actor. Joe thought this is going to be way easier than he could have ever imagined and yet found himself almost feeling sorry for the kid. Joe tells Mark that he is a talent scout (a total lie) for one of the biggest movie studios in the world, MGM. Part of the MGM empire includes a small talent agency managed by his "friend" Mr. G (true) and Joe was sure he could get Mark an interview, maybe Mr. G would even sign him as a client. He excuses himself from the table to make a call, comes back 10 minutes later, gives a thumb's up sign, scribbles down an address on a napkin, and they part ways. Three Hours Later Mr. G opened his office door at 2:05 pm and was pleasantly surprised. Joe didn't exaggerate, Mark was a potential gold mine. Mark outlined what he was hoping for, what he was willing to do and what he absolutely would not do. He wanted to be cast only in family friendly films (like Disney movies), would never act in any sex, violence or drug related scenes, personally did not smoke or drink alcohol and most definitely absolutely no nudity at all, partial or full, not even underwear or swimwear. Mr. G listened and nodded. He told Mark he could rent him an apartment in a building he owned for $1000 a month (actually it was a rat infested crack den over run by the homeless and druggies); in addition Mark would owe the talent agency a fee of $500 a month for their services of representation, plus 20% commission on any jobs they secured on his behalf. He would also be required to pay his own expenses like $1000 for headshots, video tapes and other materials necessary. The kid foolishly and readily agrees and signs the dotted line. After all he is now represented by' Mr. Goldwyn of MGM Studios' or so he thought. In reality Mark had signed an exclusive contract turning all his rights over to Mr. G and his studio Bareback Productions for the next 3 years. He owns Mark now and the kid is clueless that he has just made a deal with the devil. Six months later Mark was broke, homesick, disgruntled, frustrated, disillusioned and just wanted out of LA. The bubble had burst, reality set in and he wanted no part of show business.. He tried, failed and was totally humiliated and heartbroken. Even his personal life sucked. The girls thought he was gay and the guys wanted him to be gay. He was very alone in a town that operates by using people for what they can offer. Mark still had his pretty face, beautiful butt and big cock but he wasn't offering any of that .......never ever or so he thought. He just wanted to go back home to Kansas. One rainy afternoon, it all got to him and Mark burst into the Mr. G's office demanding to see him. He wanted out of his contract NOW. The secretary explained that Mr. G was in an important meeting with an investor but Mark didn't care and wanted to see him immediately. In an unusual display of aggression he shoved the secretary to the side and barged right in. Mr. G snapped, "What is the meaning of this? Get the hell out of my office!" The investor was actually there to discuss Mr. G's latest project for his porn studio which was going to be a 3 picture deal, "Breeding Parts 1,2,3 with world wide distribution and the making of a new international porn star that would be under contract with Bareback Productions exclusively for the next 6 years. Mr. G stood to make a killing. There were millions of dollars at stake. Mark said he wasn't leaving until he got released from his contract. Mr. G paused for a moment, putting his anger aside and said 'alright Mark, you want out so badly, this is the deal. You are breaking your lease 6 months early so you owe $6000 for that, you have the monthly $500 fee to the agency so that's another $3000 you owe and so far there's another $1000 in advance expenses the agency has laid out for you. If you want out so bad all you have to do is bring me a check for $10,000 and you can break the contract. If you can't do that then 'shut up and get the fuck out of my office NOW!!' Mark left feeling worse than before. What in the world was he going to do? How was he going to come up with $10,000? He felt as if his life was over. In the meantime, Mr. G and his investor, Mr. Jones, a bookish accountant type, head to the studio to see how the production was coming along on the first day of shooting for 'Breeding Part I'. The big rumor about the film was that they would actually be using negative actors (chasers) showing documentation before and after the sex scenes to prove authenticity. The film would also feature lots of drug usage, real time slams and reactions, something hard to find in big budget porn films.The trilogy was greatly anticipated by the gay porn community. As if his day wasn't bad enough already, Mr. G was about to get more bad news. The production team is in place, the actors are ready, the stage set- lights, camera, action but wait....no star!! The crew search and the lead is found naked and unconscious in his dressing room. Now the medics must be called. To say Mr. G is livid is an understatement. He is not use to things not going his way. Time is money and with production in operation mode he is losing a bundle of cash every minute. Where is he suppose to come up with a new STAR now? At the last minute? And someone HIV negative no less, in LA?!! Mr. Jones asks if he may speak to Mr. G alone for a moment. They step into a small backroom and Mr. Jones inquires about using that desperate young man that was in the office earlier today.? He was gorgeous and with that bubble butt and big bulge in his jeans, sure looked like he could be a porn star. Is he neg? Mr. G seemed annoyed by the suggestion and mumbled that stupid kid isn't even gay! As soon as he said the words it was as if a light bulb went on. Mr. G hugged Mr. Jones and ran out into the hallway yelling "we're in business, I found our new star!" They form a plan, a very dark and devious plan!! Mr. Jones calls Mark and identifies himself as the other person in Mr. G's office this afternoon. He says he has a soft spot for struggling young actors and would like to help Mark. He knows a sure fire way he can make the $10,000 he needs and if interested he needs to come to the following address immediately. Mark's head is spinning, he has so many questions. Mr. Jones tells him not to worry about a thing, it will all be taken care of and explained just get to that address asap. He's sending an Uber for him right now. The crew is filled in on the 'scheme' and each of their assigned roles. They are so excited to participate knowing this is like a movie within a movie!! In the porn film, 'Breeding Part 1', the hero gets seduced and bred and now that's exactly what will happen to their new star. Mark arrives at the studio. Mr. G turns on the charm and along with Mr. Jones attempts to smooth over the events of earlier in the day. He tells Mark ,he has reconsidered, is more than willing to release him from his contract and in return all he wants is one small favor. Mr. G explains that one of his lead actors had to unexpectedly drop out of a film that is scheduled to be shot today, actually right now. Mr. G would like Mark to play the role. It would really save the picture. Mr. Jones then chimes in, "how many movies have you made so far?" When Mark says 'none' Mr. Jones says 'well now this is your big chance to star in a multimillion dollar production and return home a genuine movie star! Wouldn't you like that?" Mark is sensing the excitement in the air and it's infectious!! Literally! Mark asks what is the role exactly, what would he have to do and what about learning his lines, rehearsals, fittings for costumes etc etc. Mr. G says no worries we have a whole team here that is going to help you get ready and you're going to be great, just be yourself. He tells him there will be cue cards on the set with his lines and he can read off those. Mr. G then tells Mark not to worry about costumes, there are very little costume changes in the film, the action all takes place in one evening. So far so good, Mark is responding positively. Next Mr. G calls a nurse over and tells him to administer a blood test for insurance purposes and to be sure to get the necessary documentation. Suddenly Mr. G stops and says 'wait, you can't do this role after all.' Mark goes "WHHAT?" He wants to be a star so badly. Mr. G says well the character smokes and you don't smoke. However, if you'd be willing to fake it perhaps we can find a way to film you not actually smoking cigarettes. Mark sheepishly says, you're sure I don't have to smoke a real cigarette? Mr. G responds, almost gleefully, "absolutely not my boy, you have my word"! Mr. G adds 'why don't we get you some juice to drink while you think it over?' He whispers for the production assistant to crush two blue pills in juice laced with g and make it a double right away!!! They serve Mark the juice. He thinks it tastes a little odd but drinks it all down in one gulp. He grimaces at the aftertaste but he is feeling a little dry mouth with all the excitement and anticipation of being in his first movie. Mark asks how would they fake the smoking, he's never even lit or held a cigarette. Mr. G says no worries, they have an expert on set that will teach him. Using a clear glass pipe and some odorless, colorless white smoke to simulate the cigarette and then with technology they will superimposed the real thing when they edit the film. All this sounds logical to Mark and he agrees to it. A streetwise thug shows up, covered in tats and says "it's real easy just watch and listen. You fill the bowl of the pipe with these crystals, light the lighter and watch them melt until you see smoke and then slowly inhale. Hold it until I tell you to exhale. Do you think you can do that?" Mark says he can so they get ready and Mr. G, also the director and producer of the film, yells "Action!" Mark takes his first puff and of course does it all wrong and coughs and everyone laughs and Mr. G says 'Quiet on the set, let's do Take 2!' So they try it again and he inhales a deep breath, holds it a good long while and slowly releases some huge beautiful puffy white clouds which causes everyone in the room to erupt into applause. 'Excellent 'Mr. G says, 'let's try that again.' Mark is feeling a little funny, very warm and getting light headed. They repeat it another 6 times and Mark is starting to feel real good. He doesn't know why but he's also getting very horny. It's all new sensations for him and he sort of likes it. Plus he's loving all the attention and encouragement he is getting from the cast and crew. He's feeling like a real movie star. They take him in the back to prep him, then onto hair and makeup, the full 'star' treatment. He dresses back in his own clothes, which he doesn't even question due to the effects of the g and the t. The nurse comes back and says they have the results of the blood tests and all is fine. He then says, with a wink to Mr. G, "Did Mark get his 'covid' shot that is required by the insurance company so he can even be working on the set?" Mr G feigns false surprise and says 'How could we have forgotten? Of course he needs a covid shot to be allowed to work on the set ' !! He asks Mark if he has ever had one and he shakes his head no. Mr G then snaps his fingers and says 'quick, get a tourniquet and a syringe over here now! One mega dose coming up!! We want to be sure our boy is healthy, isn't that right Mark? Oh, and can we get him some more juice? He's looking thirsty.' Everyone on the set starts crowding around Mark, his co-stars have raging hard-ons and are rubbing their crotches just waiting to fill that throat and ass. The nurse secures the tourniquet and swabs his arm with an alcohol patch, finds a plump vein, instructs Mark to hold very still and he administers the first slam. Mark coughs uncontrollably for a while and then wham! It all hits him and he's theirs....like a pig to the slaughter. He's flying, his head is spinning and he hasn't a clue what's happening to his mind and body. The others start violently stripping him, shredded pieces of clothing flying everywhere, they can't get them off fast enough, his body is on fire and they carry him naked into a sling where his wrists are bound and then his ankles too. A leather blindfold is place on his eyes and a ball gag is placed in his mouth for now A large shard is stuffed up his butt along with two fingers. The boy is twitching and whimpering for more, he's in ecstasy and ready for his close up and his first breeding....a star is porn! Another slam is administered in the other arm and the boy is in another stratosphere. Mr. G ,of course, pulls out his enormous cock makes the first deposit followed by Mr. Jones who wants to see a return on his investment as well as fresh cum on his 12" pole. Then it becomes open season. Cock after cock, load after load are deposited in the no longer tight virgin hole. Mark's body is ravaged and raped in that sling. His ass cheeks are spread and soon fingers are replaced by dripping huge cocks. The ball gag is taken out and quickly a 9 inch cock is shoved down his throat. He gags and his eyes fill with water, he can barely stop from choking. He can't breathe. The boy is sucking his first dick and finally learns to take it like a real champ. Soon he is sucking and slurping and swallowing the first of many loads that night from many different cocks. He is moaning in pleasure and ectasy. His face and hair are dripping wet with sweat and cum, there's a puddle beneath him that wreaks of bodily fluids and sex. He's a virgin no more. The look on his face says it all, he just can't get enough and craves more drugs, more sex, more cum, more men. As anticpated "The Breeding Part I" is a critical and commercial success. It's groundbreaking in its actual breeding scenes as well as rampant on screen drug usage and real time reactions. Mr. G denies it all and claims it's all simulated with great acting but those in the know, know the truth. Those bio-hazard tattoo tops in the film with their penetration and cum shots were all too real. It's official, "Breeding Part 1" is complete. Mark's worldwide publicity tour starts in about two weeks, as soon as the Bareback Studios latest cumdump sensation recovers from the flu!

Yet another trip to Basement sauna in Manchester last Sunday, and once again I was a busy little bee. Got fucked over the seven hours that I was there by innumerable guys… I lost count, could have been up to, or more than 30, I’m not sure… but I walked out of there with 11 loads in my ass that I know of, and 2 loads in my mouth. Lucky 13 for jd13 😉 Some highlights… First Fuck: As usual I get myself fucked within 5 mins of getting to cruising area. Publicly by a hot tattooed top guy who ignores me for the rest of the afternoon. Guess he just needed a warm-up, a cocksleeve to get hard with. Well, I needed a public fuck to neutralise those top vibes I’m always giving off… which clearly didn’t work because for the next half an hour all I encounter are bottom guys. Hot bottom guys who I’m hoping might be vers but once we get to a cubicle, or are done with kissing in the corridor, I discover are as total btm as I am. Grrrr. First Load: So I get to the dark room with the circular fuck table and apply my familiar technique. If someone grabs my cock, I grab their hand and place it firmly on my asscrack, as I grab his cock. It works. I am soon bent over the fuck table and taking it raw. A crowd begins to gather to watch, and eventually, participate. It evolves from me getting fucked, to a spitroast situation, to three of us bottoms getting fucked all face inwards on this fuck table. It’s hot. We’re kissing each other while getting pounded, a three-way kiss, which is always a little strange but fun. I start to feel a familiar crescendo inside me, and then, behind me, a gasp, a howl, and my top cums inside me. It’s fucking amazing as it’s the first load of the day. Must be potent as the jizzjoy hits me even through all the heat of the room and the thrill of the fucking. Recognised By The Fuck Alone: My top pulls out, but immediately I feel another cock slide into me. I love it when this happens – straight from one to another – and somehow this fuck rhythm feels familiar. I know this feeling inside me but can’t put it into words. I rise up and look round to see who’s fucking me, but it’s too dark and I’m too high on jizzjoy to be able to focus properly anyway. (Sidenote: I’m also mostly blind in my right eye, so dark rooms are a lot darker for me than they are for most people) Anyway, this fuck continues nicely for about 20 minutes, as the other two bottoms fall away. Fuck me, I remember being fucked like this before. In a way that’s perfect for me, that makes me howl with how good it feels, like lock and key, lock and fucking key. I think I moan this out loud at one point: “Lock and fucking key, man” Eventually, he pulls out without cumming – “sorry, I just got here” – comes to my front and gives me a big kiss, and at last I recognise him. We have fucked before, and I half-knew him by his fuck rhythm alone. A guy I’ve swapped names with as each time we’ve fucked previously, we’ve really connected. Black guy with dreads, short but lithe body, a smile to die for, and really gentle manner. He’s vers, and I bet he’s as amazing as a btm as he is as a top. Normally we jump into a cubicle, but he says he’ll see me later. Sadly, this time around, I don’t, apart from a corridor chat, but anyway, yeah… beautiful man. And I knew the way he fucked 😉 Epic Blow Job: Well, from here on I start trawling the dark rooms, getting myself fucked. They’re all pretty hot fucks, but I don’t know… I’m just being a load collector I think, which isn’t bad, tops up the jizzjoy, but nothing that distinctive is really happening. Grab cock, grab ass, bend over, slide in, fuck fuck fuck me cum in me gasp gasp fuck yeah bye. More jizzjoy. Not bad, but it’s starting to feel functional… In the midst of this I do meet a guy that doesn’t like to fuck ass, but – as I shortly find out when he says that I can suck him off – he does like to fuck skull. And he does. Today, apparently my gag reflex has decided to work, which is annoying, but I put it in its place by ignoring it every time it fires off, and slamming his tasty cock right down my throat, before giving him control of my head. He fucks my throat until I have cramp in my jaw, but I daren’t stop, because he is shooting buckets of rpecum, and far above me on my knees, he is gasping and howling for a long time. I think he is edging with my skull. This goes on for about five minutes which is a) too long for me and the cramp in my jaw, but b) brilliant for him, edging away. You know that b) is the important one for me: I take the pain of a) and let this man carry on, of course I do. It’s my job here, to allow myself to be his edging toy. Eventually he shoots his load, and it is BUCKETS! I normally like to hold it all in my mouth until he’s finished shooting me, but this is so much I’m having to gulp some down in the moments between his cock still sliding down my throat. Gulp gulp gulp noises as he cums, which makes him give a dirty laugh. “Fuck ye-e-a-ah-ha-ha” I hold him inside my mouth for a while, tasting that cum and precum. My mouth is literally filled here and I’m desperate not to drip any out, so I slowly pull off his cock, stand up, grab his hands and put them around my throat, so he can feel me swallow his big load in the darkness. He laughs again. I kiss his neck, give him a hug and say thank you before he walks away. Engineer: I take a bit of a break at this point, but when I return, I walk straight into the arms of a tall black guy, mid-40s to mid-50s I’d say, glasses, naked like me and the bearing of a gentleman. He invites me with some decorum to join him in a cubicle, and it is so delightfully polite. Of course, I don’t refuse because he is also deliciously hot, but in we go, and I am straight down on my knees to suck him. It’s a big, girthy cock. 10 inches plus, and wide. Now, I can take big and girthy, but it’s been a few hours by now, and my time out wasn’t really as long as I should’ve taken. I’m just too horny and hyperactive to stop for too long. I tell him that wow, he’s got a big one, but work my way down it anyway, which he seems to enjoy. He plays a hand on the back of my head and then lifts me up. “Yeah” I say “ Sorry, I’m pretty tired right now” “It’s okay. I can be gentle” …as he lightly turns me around with seductive hands, to get me ready for a standing fuck. We all know I’m, going to take this cock no matter how tired I am, but as he slides in, I realise he is true to his word. The fuck is slow-rhythmed, like a rower. He slides in, glides all the way in, then pulls firmly almost all the way out, then back in with this lovely pacing. (Sidenote: a day later, when he contacts me on Scruff to say thanks, I see his profile is listed as btm, but he has some delightful skills as a top) Gliding in and out of me seems to hit all my ecstasy buttons: the head of his cock sliding firmly past my prostate and P-spot makes me yowl each time with a shiver of pleasure, and the push inside makes my ass tighten. I show him my ‘Find the Head Of Your Cock Inside Me And SQUEEZE’ trick, which makes him chuckle in a deep voice, as I feel his hips hit my ass cheeks for the first time. Yes! I’ve taken it all, and if he’s been holding back up to this point, he knows he doesn’t have to. He tells me this by fucking me harder – never roughly, but the gentleness has risen to a firmness now, which lasts for a minute and then… “Fuck, that’s good” …as he cums inside me. And it feels goooood! We both pant and moan, and I do my usual thing of reaching round to grab his ass to push him into me. He obliges, pushes his cock deep into me, and for the first time I feel a bit of pain – and it feels goooood too 😉 Well, he pulls out, and afterward I thank him for being a bit gentler with me. There is a pang of regret in me to be honest that I didn’t just let him rail me, but there was something so gentlemanly about this guy. In response, he says “Oh, no problem. Once you gauge it by the eye, you know how much someone can take, and I knew you could take it all.” “Gauge it by the eye? You sound like an engineer!” This breaks the spell, and we both fall into each other’s arms laughing. As we make our exit from the cubicle, we’re still both chuckling, and I say I’m going to call him The Engineer from now on. He says thanks again – my god, he’s such a gentleman – and I take another break, this time for a good rest. The Finale: I go back into one of the dark rooms, and feel hands grab my ass. I immediately bend over and someone slides his cock into my ass to fuck me standing up, before quickly cumming in me and leaving. That’s a good hit. Someone else must have been watching this from the shadows, because the moment the jizzjoy hits from the guy’s cum, I am directed over to the fuck bench at the far end by this Someone Else, bent over and immediately fucked hard. No words, no sounds just a hard and immediately rough fuck. A third person must have been there – more on him in a bit – because my face finds his cock and starts to suck. This third guy grabs my head and starts to facefuck me, but I have to stop and focus on the fuck. Which suddenly gets a lot rougher as he puts two fingers in while he’s fucking me. Now, I don’t usually like this, but I’m a sub so I will take it. It fucking hurts now, and I’m not shy in howling in pain. The top does not stop fucking me or exploring my ass with both fingers and cock, but still no words, no sound from him, not even laughter or an expression of enjoyment at my pain and discomfort. Without taking a break from the fuck rhythm I am pretty sure he slides in a third finger… possibly a fourth a bit later on… as the pain hits new highs. This is not a pleasurable fuck, but as a masochist there is enjoyment in the pain, that I am being of service to his sadistic needs. This goes on for about ten minutes, until honestly I can’t take any more. An audience has gathered round to watch – I’m guessing they don’t know about the fingers – and I’ve got hands all over me. I’m honestly maxed out by all the sensations, hands grabbing my arms, running through my hair, tweaking my nipples, grabbing my cock. There are even fingers exploring my mouth and this fuck with three or four fingers just does not stop. Eventually, stupidly, I blurt out: “I need to slow down for a bit”, and both cock and fingers are immediately removed from me, and that Someone Else leaves. I never see who he was. There isn’t time for regrets though, as the guy who was in front of me and who I briefly sucked has been there the whole time. I’m guessing some of the hands were his. He immediately grabs me once he sees I’m free. “Turn around I’m gonna fuck you” I’m exhausted but I do as I’m told, standing bent in an odd position with my ass resting on the edge of the fuck bench, but hole still presented so he can fuck me while sitting on the bench. His fuck rhythm is a dream compared to the rough fuck with fingers, and there is a lot of hip thrust like he’s working his midriff to get inside me. He soon tells me to lie down on the fuck bench with my legs on his shoulders, and at last I can properly relax and enjoy his hip thrust midriff fuck rhythm properly. After about ten minutes of this fuck – actually a bit healing after all the pain – he cums in me, and I have never seen the like. Most guys when they cum, there might be gasping, howling, fuck yeah, hot breath and so on, but this guy releases a short series of VERY LOUD staccato bursts, like OH-OH-O’ as he floods my ass with his cum. We writhe around in each other’s sweat for a while before he helps me to my feet, emerge into the light and chat for a bit. Lovely guy, Manchester-born but Turkish/Middle-Eastern origin. He’s got that pretty face and eyes I love from that region of the world. So sexy. Well I dial around for a bit looking for one final load in my ass before I leave. A few more fucks and some close calls, but nothing doing, until I find that Manchester/Turkish guy once more. I tell him I just need one more load, and he offers. This time we go to a cubicle, and get a proper connection going on., Another good hip thrusting fuck rhythm, another series of staccato OH-OH-O’ bursts as he cums in me, and I am ready to leave, fully fucked, flying with jizzjoy, filled with strangers’ cum as always. It's 36+ hours later as I write this and those 11 loads are still inside me, steadily absorbing. Cum inside me guys… 😉

Chapter 9 – Julio’s place They were driving for what seemed like forever. Finally, the van pulled into a garage. The sound of the garage door closing. Will gets out and walks over to the sliding side door of the van. He grabs the boy by the wrist and pulls him out of the van. Brad is standing there in silence. Will stares at his prized boy before him. He pulls off his shirt and pushes his shorts down. W: Good, you wont need those. Will reaches behind the boy and pulls something out of a bag. He places a collar around the boy’s neck and attaches a leash. W: you will not speak unless spoken too. Do you understand? B: Yes, sir. W: You will obey what I say and you will be rewarded nicely. Will leaned forward and kissed the boy roughly. W: oh baby boy, you are gonna be flying so high tonight. Will grabbed the leash and started to walk through the dimly lit garage. He opened a door and turned toward some downward steps toward a basement. When they got to the end of the stairs, the door opened to a huge room with red lighting. The room had a huge bed surrounded by 2 night stands. There was also a couch in front of a big screen tv. And in the far corner was a sling. This was a dream play room. From the couch, a man remained sitting. All Brad could see from his place was his brown shaved head. W: on your knees boy. Brad got down on his knees and began to crawl on all fours beside Will. They walked over to the couch and Brad could finally get a good look at his new friend. He was a Latino man with a shaved head. He was wearing a white tank top and blue mesh shorts. W: Hey Julio. I brought my new boy to help test out your new product. Just like I said I would. J: He looks fresh. Is he your whore yet? How ruined is he? W: He was a virgin until 3 weeks ago. Tom and I broke him in a bit but that’s all the dick he’s had so far. Isn’t that right boy? Will pulled the leash and the collar tightened a bit around Brad’s neck. B: Yes, sir. J: Nice, I like a boy with manners. Turn around and let me see that pink hole of yours. Brad did as he was asked. He turned around and used his hands to spread his cheeks. His hole was still wet from the rimming earlier. Julio lunged forward and pushed his finger inside the boy. It sank right in. He added a 2nd and the hole pushed against the intrusion. J: Good. Still nice and tight. We’ll handle that tonight. Yes, I accept your gift. Hand me my bag from the side nightstand. Will walked away and returned with a black bag. He handed it to Julio. He pulled out a pipe and plastic baggie packed with shards. He opened up and picked some t out and placed it in the pipe. He handed the pipe to Will. He took 2 more shards out. The first he pushed right into Brads ass. Brad felt the burn more intensely and squirmed a bit, but rode it out. Just as that subsided, the invading finger was replaced with the 2nd shard pushed in with 2 fingers. Again, the intense burn and buck. The burn subsided and he stopped squirming. Julio pulled 2 fingers out and placed a 3rd at the entrance and pushed into the quivering hole. He felt slight resistance but fit all 3 fingers in. The boy began to push back against the fingers. Will was hitting the pipe when he looked down at the boy fucking himself on Julio’s fingers. He let out a laugh and a cloud escaped his mouth. Will took another hit before passing it to Julio. W: Hey boy, what do you need right now? what do you need more than anything? Brad turned toward the 2 men and in a low voice said B: Dick. I need dick to live. The 2 men laugh at the boy’s urgency in his voice. Julio takes a huge rip off the pipe. Will takes a seat next to Julio on the couch. J: Turn around the find my dick with your mouth, bitch. Brad turns and on all fours walks over to Julio. He looks at Julio puzzled and tries figure out what to do. J: Hurry the fuck up bitch or no smoke for you. Brad lunges at his lap. With his teeth, he pulls at the edge of the mesh shorts and pulls downward. Julio laughs at the enthusiasm and lifts up so his shorts slide right off. Right in front of Brad is the first Latino dick he has laid eyes on. It was easily 5 inches soft and starting to plump up. He leans forward and licks the tip of Julio’s dick, making it bounce up. Brad gets closer and puts the first couple inches in his mouth. Brad is slurping on the growing dick until it grows to its full 9.5 inches. The monster was thick as a beer can at the base and middle and tapered down to a slightly less thick head. It looked like a beer bottle in shape. He was having trouble getting passed the middle of Julio’s dick. Julio reached into his bag and pulled a small bottle of poppers. He held them to the boy’s nose and just like before he closed the other side and inhaled. He took 2 hits each side of his nose. Julio took the boys melting facial expression to mean he was ready. He pushed the entirety of his shaft into the boy’s throat. Julio grabbed the boy by the back of the head and fucked his mouth. He would pull out just long enough for the boy to take a breath and then push balls deep again. When Julio finally stopped assaulting the boy’s mouth, he pulled out and looked down at his dick. It was lubed up with thick saliva from the back throat. He throws off his tank top. He thought the boy earned a reward. J: Go ahead and hit the pipe boy. You earned a smoke. Brad’s eyes were watery and had to take a moment to focus. He picked up the lighter and pipe and took a huge rip. Out came a huge cloud. He took another hit and let out another huge cloud. J: oh look, we have a greedy little piggy. W: oh we like greedy little piggies. Did you shoot down his throat? J: Almost. But I saved the load. W: Well I highly suggest his tight hole. **chef’s kiss** Chapter 10 - Stratosphere Flick. Flick. Another huge cloud from the boy. J: oh hungry little piggy. Lets feed the piggy. Will, get him in the sling while I prepare a point for the piggy. Brad overheard but did not catch the reference. Will walked over to Brad and pulled him up by the leash. W: Come boy Will pulled on the leash and the boy followed. They walked over to the sling and Will positioned Brad into place. Will grabbed the pipe and took a hit. He leans over to Brad and locks lips with him. He shotguns the cloud to the boy. As Brad exhales, Will locks the restraints at the ankles and left wrist. Julio walks over with a loaded needle and leather belt and hands them to Will. J: Go ahead and do the honors, he’s your boy. Will wraps the belt around the boy’s bicep and pulls tight. W: Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hurt you. This is just some medicine to help open you up. Don’t be scared. I don’t hurt my boys. Hold your arm still and when I release the belt, raise your arm above your head. Before the boy could get any response out, the needle pushed into his vein. The boy was in aww. Was this really happening? W: 1, 2, 3 Will let the belt go and the boy starts coughing up a lung. Will grabs the boy’s arm and pushes it up toward the ceiling. Julio does his own shot and his dick thickens up a bit more. Julio spits down on his slimy dick and puts the head at the boys opening. He uses his weight to push forward getting about halfway in before resistance starts. The boy’s coughing becomes moans. Julio pulls back until only his head is in the boy. Then slams all his weight into a thrust, going balls deep into the boy. Brad is breathless. He can’t breathe in. He feels like he’s on fire from under his skin and being torn in two by a telephone pole. Julio pulls out and slams back in. The boy’s hole tries to push back but the dick slides in. Julio is in heaven as the boy’s hole is gripping his dick for all it’s worth. Again, he slams in and feels the grip. He loves the grip that comes from fucking a new boy. He slams in a few more times and then stops. He holds his position balls deep in the boy. J: Yeah, that’s it baby boy. You took it all. I’ll let you get used to it in you. Julio reached down touched the boy’s cock. It was leaking precum like crazy. He scooped the precum up and pushed the finger into the boy’s open mouth. J: You like the taste of your own cum, don’t you? you fucking whore. All Brad could do is drool in agreement. Speech was lost to him and he heard only far off mumbles from the 2 men around him. Only guttural sounds escaped his mouth. Julio finally felt the hole relax around his dick. J: Good boy. Time is up! Julio went back to long dicking the boy. This time the boy squeezed but in a velvety soft way. Gone was the death grip from earlier. After fucking the boy for 20 mins straight, he pulled out for a breather. By this time, Will had stripped naked and was jerking his dick beside the fuck scene. Julio went back to the other side of the room to a mini frig. He pulled out 2 waters and handed one to Will. J: Think the boy is thirsty? W: He has the rest of his Gatorade from ealier. Already picked it up. Will reached down and picked up the half drunk bottle and placed the open bottle to the boy’s mouth. W: Drink. Can you even hear me? Probably not. Oh well. Will dipped the bottle back and liquid filled the boy’s mouth. He gulped down out of instinct. Then 2 more gulps finishing the bottle. W: Can I tag in for a few? J: Go ahead but make it a quick one. I wanna get back into the fine hole. Will gets between the pinned up legs and slaps his dick against the boy’s taint. He gets a moan from the boy and slowly pushes into the bottom. He bottoms out and feels the relaxed hole massage his dick. W: fuck, should have started you off with a point if I knew you’d get this nice inside. You’re a natural whore alright. That’s right, make me feel it boy. Slap, slap, slap. Will slammed into the boy for a good 10 minutes before slamming into him and moaning loudly. W: Feel that boy? Feel that cum shooting in your insides? You were made for that feeling. Will slides right out and turns to Julio. W: I left it all wet and sloppy for you. Just the way you like it. J: Thanks. Love sloppy seconds. After I open the boy up that is. Julio pushes back in and feels the gooey cum that was just shot into the boy. He goes back to long dicking the boy again. He waits until his dick is at its hardest and then switches to piston fucking the bottom. This sensation is too much for the boy who is in the stratosphere. The bottom starts leaking cum from his soft dick making a puddle collect all over his stomach. The puddle spreads everywhere as the top continues to slam into the boy’s hole. Julio slams into the boy one last time, shooting volley after volley of cum into the well used hole. Julio pulls out and looks down at the used boy. What a cummy mess all over himself haha. He looks down at the hole. Thanks to his thick dick it was having some trouble closing all the way. The cum was just leaking out. He turns toward Will. J: hey, I’m gonna get another point ready for the boy. W: Really? I’m down J: yeah, I think we get open that hole up even more. **evil grin**

Chapter 3 – Cloud City Brad walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch. He looked up and noticed there was porn playing on the big screen tv. He was a bit transfixed because the video looked homemade. Brad loved the amateur homemade stuff over studio. His dick throbbed in its fabric cage. Tom walked in from the kitchen with some items on a small tray. He handed his son his gatorade again and told him to take a few gulps. Brad took the drink and obeyed. He noticed a strange taste and turned to his father. Before he could get anything out of his mouth, Tom explained that he added something to help him relax. Not to worry. T: Just a little something to relax and calm your nerves. This weekend is special after all. Tom reached down at the tray and pulled up a pipe loaded with white crystals in the bulb. He picked up a lighter and flicked it on. He melted the crystals and let the bulb collect whisps of white cloud. He sucked the air in and held it. A moment later he released a big white cloud and looked over at his son. T: Do you know what this is? B: umm, yeah. I know I really should have told you before that I’ve tried Tina before. But only once and I got the greatest head. T: oh really, then show me how you think it’s done then Tom handed the pipe and lighter to Brad. The young man put it to his mouth, flicked the lighter, and blew up a small cloud. T: That’s good for a beginner. Go ahead and take another. Brad loved the encouragement and puffed out 3 back to back hits; each one producing a bigger cloud that the previous. B: wow, it is supposed to feel like this? T: oh yeah, it’s working alright. Why don’t you take that shirt and shorts off and get more comfortable. Let me see that jock strap you think I don’t know about, hehe. Brad took another gulp of gatorade and stood up. He stripped for his dad. He didn’t know why he was feeling so nervous about it. Walking around in their underwear or naked out of the shower was common place in their house. He had seen his father and his father had seen him naked loads of times. Yet there he stood, blushing and feeling hot. T: Turn around and show me that perfectly framed ass of yours. Brad obeyed without protest. He liked that he was being checked out. It made his dick throb. At this point, he was barely contained in the underwear. Tom stood up and gave Brad a smack on his right ass cheek. T: oh nice, bounces just right. Tom told his son to stay with his back to him. He stripped off the shirt and shorts he was wearing. He stood there in only his boxers. Tom told Brad to turn around and come over to him. They stood face to face close enough for their underwear tents to touch ever so slightly. Tom reached down and refilled the pipe. T: Here, since you’re a man now, smoke like a man. Finish this bowl and I wanna see cloud city. Brad blew cloud after cloud until the bowl was empty. He was really feeling good. Like his skin was emanating heat and he began to have a hunger awaken. He knew he needed some cock and needed it now. He began to stare directly at his father’s tenting dick. Tom noticed this and grinned. T: come over here and get on your knees. Brad walked over and got into position before his father. T: Pull my boxers off. With your mouth. His son grabbed the fabric with his teeth and pulled down. He looked up as his father’s dick sprang to life in all it’s glory. He stayed there on his knees waiting for his next instructions. Tom refilled the pipe and blew a cloud out down in his son’s face. He handed the pipe down to him. T: take a hit and hold it until i tell you to blow it out. Brad obeyed. Flick. Flick. He held the hit in until he thought he was gonna pass out. T: okay, now blow it out on my head. Brad blew out and his mouth gently brushed his father’s tip. T: Again. Again, the son sucked in and waited. Upon command, he blew it out again on his father’s tip. This time he closed his mouth over the head and began to suckle on it. This made Tom’s dick throb up and down in the boy’s mouth. Tom pushed his dick deeper into the boy’s mouth. Inch by inch disappeared into the hungry mouth. Brad only had a few experiences sucking dick before but was taking to it like a pro. His body was on fire and he knew dick was the only solution for the hunger. He bottoms out, taking all 7 inches of his dad’s dick. Tom had both his hands on the boy’s head, trying to get his dick deeper in the throat. Flick. Flick. The lighter is heard. White cloud fills the air. An unfamiliar voice bellows deeply over the sound of the background porn. Will: oh wow, well this is a pretty sight indeed T: Nice timing Will. This here is Brad. He’s our newbie for the weekend. Chapter 4 – Who’s In Charge? Brad stood up and tried to get a good look at this new man in the room. Unlike him and his father who were white, this was a masculine black man. He was standing there with the pipe in his hand. Will was already naked and showing off his 8.5 inches sticking straight out from his body. Again, this was something new to the young man. Up until now the only real dicks he had seen were smaller than his own (7.5 inches) and curved upward slightly (like his father and himself). Brad loved how different this was to his own body. Will just stood there taking hit after hit. When he finally passed the pipe to Brad, there was enough for one final hit before reloading. Will gave an evil grin at the boy. This made Brad’s dick throb. He (Brad) was in trouble and he knew it. W: Take that hit and blow it on my head. Brad turned to his father. Tom nodded in approval. Flick. Flick. The sounds of air being sucked up. Brad knelt before this new man and put his lips on the head. He opened his mouth to blow out and Will shoved his whole dick right in his mouth. Will put his hands on the boy’s head and held him in place. After what felt like an eternity, he let Brad go and let him breath. Tom reached down to the tray and picked up a bottle. From behind Brad, he reaches around and raises the bottle to his nostril. T: Breath in heavily and hold it. Tom closes the left nostril while the bottle was under the right. Brad inhales and holds it, and releases. Tom switches sides and another inhale from the other nostril. Brad lets out and is flying high. He melts down on the black dick and takes it in his throat like nothing. Will drives his cock in the boy’s throat, trying to get deeper each thrust. W: Yeah, take it baby. Your mouth feels so good. I like that jockstrap. Get on the couch and show off that ass for me. Brad gets up on the couch on his knees and bends over the top of the couch. His ass is exposed and it thrills him. W: Hey Tom, open up that hole a bit for me. Tom gets behind his son and with a hand on each cheek, spreads open, showing off that marvelous pink hole. Tom dives right in with his tongue. Brad moans out loud. He’s never felt this sensation before. His hole is being eaten like it was someone’s last meal. Brad squirms in pleasure. W: Okay move over, let me have a taste. Will pushes Tom aside and he gets his tongue in the pink hole. Up and down. Up and down. Circle left. Circle right. Side to side. The hole was opening up, letting the man in deeper. W: Okay Tom, time to bump him. Pick out a good size piece. Tom was at the tray opening a baggie with crystals. He found the biggest shard and walked up behind the quivering hole. He pushed in his index finger and pulled out. Tom spits on the hole and pushes his finger back in. He pulls out. Then he pushes in the shard as deep as he can, leaving his finger in the hold in place until it dissolves. This new burning alarms Brad but he is calmed by Will’s hands on his back. The burning subsides but the hunger inside of him intensified. He was now pushing back on the finger. Tom added a second finger to the hole. The bitch moaned. A third finger stretched the hole a big more. Still the boy was pushing back on the fingers, fucking himself on them. Tom pulled his fingers out and rubbed the boy’s ass and down to his balls. T: Okay, I think he is ready. W: No, I say when he is ready. T: We don’t wanna go overboard. W: I saw when he is ready. The boy might be listening to you right now. But never forget, you take orders from me bitch. Brad was flying high but overheard the conversation. He now knew who was really in charge. He knew Will was the one to keep happy over his father. W: So get him ready. It’s in the bag. Tom grabbed the bag on the floor and grabbed his son by the wrist. They walked back to the boy’s room and into the bathroom. He pulled the boy’s jockstrap off. T: you do not need that anymore son. Okay I know you are almost completely smooth already but Master Will likes his boys smooth. Lets get into the shower and clean you up. Tom picked up an enema bottle and walked the boy into the warm water. He lathers up his son and starts to shave off his body hair. Gone is the underarm hair, gone is the tiny happy trail under his belly button, and gone is the trimmed hair above his dick. Smooth as the day he was born. While on his knees in front on his son, the temptation gives way and Tom swallows his son’s hard dick. He bobs his head up and down a few times and then regains his composure. He backs away from his son’s dick. He orders his son to bend over and expose his hole. Brad complies and the enema bottle is inserted into the boy’s hole. T: hold it in as long as you can before letting it go. It will make you feel nice and full. Tom pushes the bottle and the liquid pushes forward into the boy. B: OMG, what is this feeling? T: That’s a bottle of chem piss that you are absorbing into your hole. You thought you were flying high before. Brad finally releases the chem piss and feels like he is in overdrive. He rises off and his dad has to help him walk out of the shower. Tom dries his son off and steps back. His son so so fucking high he can’t even stand still. He is off balance and needs assistance to their destination. Instead of returning to the living room, they turn to the master bedroom. Tom plops the “higher than a kite” boy on the edge of the bed. T: lay on your back and grab your ankles. Stay this way until we tell you to change positions. W: What a beautiful sight. Young man showing off his hole, inviting it to be wrecked. Has he been fucked before? Boy! Have you ever been fucked before? Brad tried to speak but only jumbles came out. Like a weak moan. He nodded left to right. T: No, a total virgin. This will be so much fun watching you pop his cherry. If only he wasn’t my son… W: So what, so what if he is your son. You’re gonna pop him. T: But he’s my son. That’s why I called you over because I can’t. W: Imma get another taste and then I'm gonna watch you pop him like the fucked up dad you are. Will bent down and lunged his tongue into the boy’s hole. The boy squirmed in delight and let out muffled moans in place of words. After ravaging the hole for a few minutes, Will pulls away but stays between the boy’s legs. He reaches up to the boy’s ear and whispers: W: you feeling good? Yeah, really good huh? You want to feel even better though don’t you? Yeah, I know what you need. More Tina for the cherry poppin. Will reaches his fingers back down to the boy’s hole and shoves another shard up the wet hole. The boy bucks a bit but gives in to the burning and starts fucking himself on the fingers. W: Haha, yeah he’s ready alright. Tom fuck him. Fuck him now. Will backs away from the boy as he is replaced by Tom. Tom is torn between following his master’s orders and the innocence of his son? His hard dick betrays him and touches the boy’s quivering hole. The boy, still holding his ankles, pushes back down toward him and the tip slides in.

I had watched every verbal poz porn video I could find so many times that I had them all memorized. I smoked myself stupid with weed. My dick was constantly hard thinking about the gift. I couldn't even watch TV anymore without also watching poz porn on my phone. I jerked off for over 2 hours a day. It was time to get pozzed. I found a poz guy online, and he was ready as fuck to bring me into the poz brotherhood. After we chatted a little bit, he came over and we got right down to business, both of us too horny to wait. I laid down on my back with my legs in the air. The dom poz top climbed on top of me and positioned his cock at my hole, rubbing at the entrance. "So Boy, are you really ready to take a poz cock? You're so young and hot, I need you to beg for it." Daddy said. "I really need it Dad. I'm just a dumb twink cum bucket for you to fill over and over again. I'm so crazy for your HIV Daddy. Please make me the happiest twink ever and poz my stupid ass!" I said. Daddy grinned. "Oh fuck yeah Boy, you're fucking twisted. Nothing turns me on like a stupid twink begging to get pozzed" Daddy said. I moaned. "Yes Daddy, as my dick gets harder, my brain gets dumber. All I can think about is getting pozzed. Please give me HIV in my butt!!!" I screamed. Daddy pounded his dick deep inside my butt. It was the greatest feeling in the world having Daddy's hard dick skin rubbing against the skin of my anal walls. I could feel my mind slipping away as I got hornier and hornier. "Ohhhh Daddy, uhhhh, fuuuuck yeah, bring me into the poz brotherhood" I moaned stupidly. Daddy grinned widely. "Fuck yes you stupid fucking pig, I'm going to get you fucking pregnant" Daddy said. "Yesssss Dad, I'm such a fucking faggot lusting for HIV" I moaned. "You're really gonna get it" Daddy said. Daddy fucked his dick so deep inside of my butt, I could feel his dickhead in my guts. Daddy stared deeply into my eyes as he fucked me. "You're really going to get the bug deep inside of your butt. You'd better really be stupid enough to take this load, because I'm going to flood your guts with poz cum" Daddy warned. I moaned loudly. "YES DAD, I'M BEGGING FOR YOUR FUCKING POZ CUM, POZ MY STUPID NEG BUTT!!!" I screamed in ecstasy. We were both in pig heaven. This was the greatest feeling that there ever was. Daddy kept up his poz talk while I continued to beg. "I'm going to inject your butt with my demon sperm" Daddy warned. "Fuck yes Dad, I really wanna take it all! I want your DNA deep inside of my guts, forever changing my body to be your dumb twink cum bucket!" I said. I wrapped my legs around Daddy, pulling him closer into me. We kissed passionately as Daddy continued to fuck me. "You're going to be my fucking faggot cum slave, too toxic to do anything but get recharged all day every day" Daddy said. "All I think about now is taking your poz cum Daddy. Fill me up over and over again!" I said. Daddy was getting close. "You better be dumb enough to take this strain, because it's coming for you" Daddy warned. "INFECT ME SIR! Take over my body with your poison cum!" I screamed. Daddy picked up the pace. "I'M GONNA CONVERT YOU!!!" Daddy yelled. "KNOCK ME UP DAD!!!" I screamed. Daddy fucked me as hard as he could. "TAKE MY AIDS LOAD YOU STUPID FUCKING FAGGOT!!!" Daddy yelled. With a roar, Daddy unleashed stream after stream of poz cum inside of me. I howled with pleasure. "That's it my stupid fucking twink. Take all of Daddy's poz cum" Daddy moaned. "YES SIR!" I said obediently, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. Daddy kept filling my butt all the way up with his cum. His dick was pumping in my guts, and I felt every bit of it. He was turning me toxic. Daddy stuck a butt plug in my ass. "There you go my stupid fucking twink, now go to sleep with all of Daddy's poz cum inside of you" Daddy said. I nodded off to sleep in Daddy's arms. Some time later, I caught the fuck flu. We got a home test, and I tested poz. Daddy and I grinned at each other. "Congratulations Boy! You're my Son now. Welcome to the poz brotherhood." Daddy said. "Thank you Daddy! Please recharge me" I begged. Daddy grinned. He fucked me all night full of poz cum. I was in pig Heaven. THE END

Part 1: The Festival This was an absolute dream come true. I had got through on the phone as the second listener to call, but unlike the first guy I had successfully answered all the questions posed to me and thus I had won. I had not managed to get a ticket to the festival when they had gone on sale, but now I would be attending from backstage, and allowed to watch (and dance) from next to the DJs. What’s more, the DJ duo that I was obsessed with from the many nights I had managed to get into Panarica would be doing a couple of sets, and I would get to not only meet them but also watch them in action from close up. I was 20 at the time, and a bit aimless in life. I had done a couple of A-levels but not gone on to uni, and was just working various jobs in the vague hope of finding something that stuck. I needed money to sustain my own interests, while also contributing to costs at home given my mum did not pull that much in as a nurse and of course got no benefits to cover me anymore. For the past two springs and summers I had managed to get full-time hours with a landscaping company my mum’s friend ran which had helped me to muscle up a bit, but in winter I was always doing masses of retail shifts, construction, or whatever I could find. I did not care though, as my focus was on being able to buy music, go out clubbing, and indulge my obsession with dance music, while occasionally adding to my tattoos. I did a lot of this alone, as most of my friends had gone away to uni and I hadn’t yet figured out a solid way to find a new social circle outside of that. Panarica had announced a new day-long festival on an old airfield in Essex that I was so excited about, but then I’d had to be working on a landscaping job from dawn in the middle of nowhere in the Chilterns the day the tickets had gone on sale, and had no mobile signal to be able to try my luck even if I had convinced the supervisor to let me take a break for a bit. I was absolutely gutted, and had been trying to get resale tickets or anything else since then. The radio phone-in seemed like a long shot, so I couldn’t believe it when I won. On the day itself, a Friday that I had managed to book off from work, I made my way to the site by train and shuttle bus, lugging a small tent I had borrowed so that I could stay over and then make my way home on the Saturday. It took me quite a while to find the backstage entrance I was supposed to go to, but once in I was thrilled to find I could make use of the crew catering, get cheap beers at a special bar back there, and with only a check of my wristband, go and hang out at either side of the stage to watch the DJs, dance with other guests, and look out over the vast and growing crowd. It was absolutely awesome. DJ Giftig had relocated from his native Berlin to become one of the residents at Panarica a few years ago, and had been joined there as a bit of a double act by the younger DJ Tyke just as I started getting into the club occasionally myself, initially with a fake ID and then legitimately once I turned 18. Out of all the DJs who played there, they were the ones who really grabbed my attention, both for their sets as well as something else I did not understand at the time. I was not into any celebrity culture, but these two were real role models for me and were as close to idols as I had. It was therefore so exciting for me when I came out of the backstage toilets and saw them standing outside a trailer lighting up cigarettes. With the beer I’d drunk loosening my inhibitions, I walked over to them while pulling out a cigarette of my own. “Do you have a light” I asked, looking between them while I pretended to not have one of my own in my pocket. “Sure” said Tyke, handing me his. I lit up my cigarette while feeling Giftig staring at me quite closely. “Thanks” I said, as I exhaled my first puff and handed the lighter back to Tyke. “No problem” he said. “You having fun?” “Yes!” I said, before taking a second inhale of my cigarette. “I won the HardStyle Radio competition to watch the festival from backstage.” “Oh” said Tyke, as Giftig continued to stare at me in silence. “Well done, in that case. Hope you’re enjoying it all.” “I am” I said, grinning. “But I’m most looking forward to your sets. I try to go to Panarica all the time to see you two.” “That is good” said Giftig, speaking for the first time. “We will play well for you today.” “Awesome” I said, now grinning at him. “I’ll be at the side of the stage, and can’t wait to see you two working from a different angle.” The two of them glanced at each other, before Giftig gave a very slight nod. “You can come and stand behind us to watch closer, if you want” said Tyke. “We will clear it.” “Oh wow” I said, genuinely flabbergasted. “That would be amazing”. “Come” said Giftig, as he and Tyke stubbed out their cigarettes on the side of the trailer and tossed the butts into a bucket on the floor. I hurriedly did the same, and then followed them to the stage. They spoke to the security guard, who looked me up and down before nodding, and then I was out there on the stage following them to the DJ station where the previous act was just finishing up. Giftig turned to me and pointed to an area between the racks of records and equipment at the back of the stage, which I moved into and then gaped in awe at the view out over the crowd. For the next hour I was in fanboy heaven watching the two of them whip thousands of people into a frenzy with their set, and was kept going myself by the staff who regularly brought drinks out to the various people on the stage. By the end of the set I was seriously pumped and also quite drunk. “Come” said Giftig, looking at me as they were replaced by the next act. I followed them off stage and back out to the trailer area, where they lit up cigarettes and I joined in. We chatted, or rather they patiently stood and listened while I gushed over their show, and each smoked a couple of cigarettes. Tyke then opened the door to the trailer we were next to and went up the steps to go in, with Giftig following but then stopping at the top and turning to me. “Come” he said again. “Join us.” I almost raced up the steps into the trailer, blown away that this was happening. Inside it was quite luxurious if a bit cramped, and they both ended up pressing against me as they sourced drinks from a fridge while I stood awkwardly in the way. “Come sit” said Giftig, patting on the couch next to where he had just sat down with a beer. I walked over and sat down, then watched as Tyke came over and stood right in front of us. He removed his sleeveless T-shirt, under which there was a large tattoo on his impressively toned and leaned stomach of the symbol I recognised from bottles of chemicals. He then just stood and looked down at me, making me feel suddenly very nervous, hot, and kind of excited. “You like?” said Giftig, putting his arm round my back and pressing the huge bracelet on his wrist against the side of my ribs. “Err… yeah” I stammered. “Touch it” Tyke said, slightly pushing his torso towards me. I had never had any sort of contact like this with another guy, but in that moment I wanted to do what he was suggesting. I gingerly lifted up my hand and touched his torso with my fingers, lightly tracing the shapes of the symbol. “You know” said Giftig, “we like to relax between sets. Would you like to relax with us”. “Yes” I said whispered, still touching and staring at Tyke’s torso. “Good” said Giftig. “You will have lots of fun with us.” He then took his arm off my back and proceeded to pull off his own top, revealing a stockier, more muscular torso on which the tattoos from his arms and shoulders merged into a large scorpion design. I think even in that moment I sensed a sort of danger, but I was inebriated and excited enough to just be fixated on the sight of their naked tattooed torsos and huge silver chains. Indeed, I was almost hypnotised. Tyke leaned over and pulled at my own T-shirt, and I lifted my arms up straight above me to allow him to pull it off and reveal my own skinner torso. Almost immediately Giftig put his arm back round me while reaching up with his other to place his hands on my chest. He must have felt my heart going like the clappers, as he leaned in and whispered into my ear. “Be calm, boy” he said, “we want to give you a special gift to remember us by.” Tyke encouraged me to my feet, and then slowly stripped off his jeans and revealed he was in nothing underneath. I was transfixed, such that I did not notice Giftig standing up and doing the same. Only once they were both naked and standing in front of me did I slowly get to my feet and undo my own jeans, removing them along with my boxers underneath. I was inebriated but fully in the moment, and completely ready for what was clearly going to be my first gay experience. I shivered it when Tyke reached round and cupped my buttocks, and when Giftig’s hand joined in I understood I was going to be getting fucked by them which made me tremble even more. I didn’t understand myself properly, but there was a desire there for this to happen, and for it to be with the closest men I had to idols excited me even more. The two men worked together to get me ready, until I was bent over taking my first tentative licks of Giftig’s fat cock while Tyke was rimming and fingering me. To be fair, they were on a break between sets so time was of the essence, but even without that pressure I don’t think they would have treated me as anything more than their latest conquest to be used as they saw fit. Use me, they did. While Giftig held a bottle to my nose and encouraged me to take my first ever huff of poppers, Tyke’s cock began its journey into my hole, taking my cherry with it. He did give me a moment to adjust once he was fully inside, but then began an accelerating rhythm while I moaned for dear life. Giftig soon shut me up by pushing his cock back into my mouth, and I started to hardly notice Tyke slamming in and out of my hole as I fought to control my gag reflex. I was soon almost helpless, bent over with one cock down my throat and another pummelling my arse. I was completely overwhelmed, but also absolutely loved it. My hole was full, a bit painful, but also radiating incredible feelings out across my whole body, whilst the taste and feel of Giftig’s cock in my mouth and throat was just plain doing it for me. I had inadvertently found my true place in the world. Eventually Tyke accelerated to a stampede of my behind, then slammed in one final time and blew his load. As soon as his panting subsided and he withdrew, they changed ends. I gingerly took Tyke’s cum-covered cock into my mouth and began to instinctively lick it clean, before pausing to moan uncontrollably as Giftig’s much more girthy cock began to push into me. He stretched me even wider than I had been before, and I was thankful for Tyke putting the poppers back under my nose to huff as I struggled to adjust. Soon, though, I was once again being pounded senseless while I held onto Tyke’s waist and occasionally licked his cock. I didn’t even notice it hardening again until Giftig roared out and blew his load in me, and was rather unexpectedly re-penetrated by Tyke for a really fast and rough third fuck. As soon as Tyke had blown in me again, the two of them set about getting re-dressed, while I staggered over to the little bathroom in the trailer to clean myself up a bit. My aching hole was dripping cum, and with the heat of the moment over I suddenly felt very used. This had all happened so quickly, and as I used some tissues to clean off the cum from my arse and the sweat from the rest of my body, I felt a little stunned. But, deep within all that, I also felt some kind of hope that this would not be it for the night, and after re-dressing I headed out of the trailer to where Tyke and Giftig were smoking cigarettes to maybe see if I could find some way for more after their second set.

Very nicely done! And Giftig's name is a delightful touch, for those who know.

Chapter Five Eden Prep Down the Hall “So you fled to the bathroom, and then?” “Well…I made sure he wasn’t out there and looked around. I checked downstairs…and then I heard noise from Devon’s room.” “What kind of noise?” I blushed and looked down. “Did you open the door?” I shook my head, “I went back to my room and prayed…prayed a lot. I must have fallen asleep cause it weas morning the next thing I knew. I went downstairs and made breakfast for when they woke up. “And then?” They came downstairs laughing and I felt a stab of jealousy for a moment. Devon had always been able to make friends easier than me, people just automatically liked him while I came off as weird or quiet…seeing Sammy joke with him as they walked into the kitchen made me wonder if I screwed up last night by freaking out. “Hey Sean,” Sammy said, sitting at the table. “Hey!” I waved and instantly felt stupid, “Hungry?” He nodded, “Always.” I put down a huge plate of pancakes and they both grabbed some and began to eat. I served myself some and we all ate in silence. I wasn’t sure if I should bring last night up and apologize or just not mention it. It was just so much…it brought up all those feelings I struggle with… After my mom died my dad said I became…emotional, clingy…not very manly he said. That was when I got into Christ and started to pray those feelings away…but Sammy…he made them all so strong again, and then last night when he touched me… I shook my head and went back to eating, better not to say anything at all. “So, you ready for a heinous practice?” Sammy asked me after a while. I nodded, “We really going for it?” He grinned and winked, “You know it.” I felt myself blush and covered it by drinking some orange juice. We finished and Devon picked up the plates, “So you guys swimming all day?” I nodded, “You gonna join?” He shook his head, “Nah, I got things to do, but I’ll be back later. Dad has that CrossFit conference, right?” I nodded. “So, we’re on our own for dinner, I’ll be back before then.” “You ready?” I asked Sammy and he nodded, “I’ll meet you at the pool?” “Cool,” he said, and we went to change out. I changed into my Speedos and went downstairs, when I got there Sammy was changed out, his bulge seemed larger than normal. I felt another twitch from my own thing as I looked away, why did he have this effect on me? I quickly jumped into the pool. “Everything ok?” he asked when I surfaced. I nodded, “Just wanna get started.” He shrugged, “Okey dokey,” and dove in. We spent the rest of the afternoon really training. We pushed ourselves to our limits, it was hard not to look at his tanned skin as he broke the water, smooth muscles in motion…he looked like a work of art. Each time I thought something like that I just swam harder and harder…until I was just dead, my limbs refusing to move. I hung on to the side of the pool, trying to catch my breath. I looked up and he was looking down at me, “You ok?” I tried not to stare at the way the water dripped off his body, but I failed, it was memorizing. “Come on,” he said, pulling me out of the water, “We’re done for today.” I got out and was suddenly aware of how naked we both were, standing this close together, “I’ll go rinse off,” I said moving toward the house. “Why go so far?” he asked, grabbing my wrist, pulling me towards the pool house, “Why waste the water?” I tried to find something to argue but everything came out as an excuse, so I went with him. We got under the shower, and he turned on the water, I watched as he closed his eyes and let the water fall down his chest and abs. Being this close was too much, the desire to reach out and touch him was strong as he raised his arms and ran his fingers through his hair. It took me a second to realize he was staring at me, that thousand-watt smile in place. “You ok?” I nodded. “Here,” he said, moving out of my way and putting me under the water. I sat under the water for a moment, letting the warm water roll down over me, it felt nice…and then I felt Sammy’s hand move over my back, “Wha?” I sputtered, looking behind me. “Just getting your back,” he said, his hands moving over my shoulders and down my side. He covered my lower back, and I was pushed forward, I planted my hands on the shower wall to steady myself as his hands roamed over my body, “Just relax, I got you.” His hands moved to my chest, and I closed my eyes as I felt him move over my abs and up my lats…oh god it felt so good! “You really pushed yourself out there,” he said, his mouth coming up to my ear, “You looked good.” “Thanks,” I said, his hands touching me everywhere…oh no I was getting hard! “Ok,” I said standing up, “I’m good.” “You sure?” he asked, his hands lingering for a couple of seconds. “Yeah,” I nodded, turning the water off, “We should look at dinner.” I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist to hide my erection. He took a towel and dried himself off, the wet material of his Speedo hiding nothing, “Yeah I’m starved,” he said drying his hair while I stared. “Did I miss a spot?” I shook my head and realized he was staring at me staring at him. “Oh no, nonononono!” I said moving towards the door, “You’re fine.” Gosh, what was wrong with me? Eden Prep Further Down the Hall “So Devon, why didn’t you stay?” “I knew Sammy wanted some time with Sean and I didn’t want to interfere.” “So you knew Sammy was sexually interested in your brother?” I nodded, “But I knew Sean wanted Sammy also.” “So you knew your brother was gay?” It took a second but I nodded, “Yeah, my dad came down on him after my mom died and he got deeper into the whole born again thing…” “You didn’t share in his faith?” I shrugged, “I mean it was church, we had always gone but dad went like turbo into it after mom and suddenly Sean wasn’t allowed to be Sean anymore…and…” “And?” “And I knew how he felt…in high school…” my words wouldn’t come. “You had feelings for John Parker?” I nodded. “Feelings that Sammy brought up again?” Another nod. “So you left them alone…” I went and hung out with some guys, but my mind was on Sammy the whole time. All I could do was replay him fucking me last night, the way he completely made me his bitch, and how much I loved it…I kept looking to see if they guys could tell but no one said anything, so I spent most of the day hiding my hard-on and counting the time until I could go home. It started to get late, so I headed home, when I got there, they were still swimming. I headed inside and ordered some pizza and wings, between the three of us I knew we could eat enough for a small army, so I ordered extra. By the time I was done, they came inside, well Sean did first, looking like he was on fire. “Hey, how did it go?” I asked. “Um good,” he said, clutching the towel around his waist, “Real good. I’m gonna go change.” He ran upstairs like he was in a horror movie and Sammy came in from the back. “Where is he?” he asked, closing the back door. I looked upstairs, “What happened out…” He was right there next to me, pulling me into a kiss. At first, I was shocked, but I had been waiting for this so much I kissed him back hard. “You ready for this?” he asked, and I nodded. “What do you have to drink?” “My dad has some scotch and vodka, why?” “Cause we should celebrate with a glass or two…maybe three for your brother.” “OK, then what?” “Then you go upstairs and hide in his closet, and I am going to offer your brother a massage.” Why was I so turned on? When Sean came back down the pizza had come and Sammy asked, “So, you guys drink?” Sean began to shake his head, but I said, “Sometimes, with friends.” He looked at me like I had grown a second head. “What?” I said to him, “Dad drinks all the time, and he reads the gospel.” He made a face but didn’t say anything, “What about you Sammy?” “Me and my friends will when we hang out, I mean everyone does,” he said, taking a bite of pizza. I looked at Sean and made a face, reminding him, this was one of not the most popular guy at our school, if he wanted to drink then we should drink. After a bit, he nodded and I chimed in with, “I know where some vodka is.” Sammy smiled, “Well go get it!” I got up and went to grab the bottle I knew my dad kept over the fridge while they kept talking. I brought three glasses in and set them down, “The hooch is here.” Sammy grabbed the bottle and poured us all some, “Bottoms up.” I watched as Sean took a sip and instantly winced, Sammy downed his in one gulp and I did the same, not wanting to look like I couldn’t keep up. Sean saw us both with empty glasses and finished his own, hissing at the end as it burned. Sammy laughed and slapped his back, “There you go!” he whooped, “You’re a badass!” Sean gave a weak smile. “I don’t feel like a badass.” Sammy poured another drink, “Then you need more.” We all had a few more, all of us relaxing and getting sillier as we went. Sean was by far the worst. After three drinks he was laughing and hanging on Sammy like they were lifelong friends. I had never noticed how handsy Sean was, I knew he was a touchy kind of person but seeing him buzzed, it was obvious he was more than that. He had a crush on Sammy. I mean it made sense now, but I hadn’t seen it before, my little brother was gay. I had just thought he wasn’t the most masculine of guys, but it was more than that. Now a lot made sense, Sean’s fanatical devotion to God, all the praying…he got all that garbage from my dad no doubt. And now I was getting mad. My dad had put that crap in his head, made him ashamed of it…was that why we did all this Jesus shit? Cause dad was ashamed of having a queer kid? Wonder what he’d think of having two? Sammy looked at me and I nodded. “Ok guys,” I said, “I’m gonna crash, you two stay out of trouble.” “Night,” Sean said, collapsing into laughter. I went upstairs, closed my door, and then went into Sean’s room, hiding in his closet. I made sure I had a perfect shot of the bed and waited…not believing what I was about to record. I made sure the phone was charged and ready to go… It took less than ten minutes before they came stumbling through the door, both of them laughing as Sammy dumped Sean onto the bed. My little brother giggled and then said, “Ow!” before going back to laughing again. “Sore?” Sammy asked him and Sean nodded, “Roll over, I’ll give you a massage.” Sean rolled over on his stomach, his bubble butt sticking up as he faced the closet…and me. His head was down, and eyes closed, so I wasn’t worried he would see me, but it looked like he had laid there just to give me the perfect angle. Sammy came over to the bed with a bottle of lotion, he pulled his own shorts off, his cock flopping free. He put the bottle down and grabbed the waistband of Sean’s shorts, “Let’s take these off…” “But…” he said as he lifted his hips. Sammy pulled them off and tossed them aside, “We don’t want them to get dirty,” he said, climbing up on the bed. Sean chuckled, “I don’t wanna be dirty…” Sammy put some lotion on his hands and began to massage Sean’s back, my little brother let out a small moan as he felt his muscles get worked over. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Sean nodded into the bed, “So good…” Sammy worked down his back and got to the edge of Sean’s ass, “You’re always so uptight,” his hands moved over the smooth skin of his ass, “You need to relax.” Sean gave a small whimper as he felt Sammy’s hand move over his ass, I saw him push back a little, raising his hips to meet the touch. Sammy spread the cheeks and Sean gasped, “Don’t you wanna feel good?” Another nod into the bed, “Please…” Sammy moved his hands up to Sean’s shoulder, moving up on top of him, his cock sliding through his crack. Sean’s eyes flew open as he felt that massive tool trolling his crack, as Sammy began to knead his shoulder he moaned, and his head collapsed back to the bed as he let Sammy molest him. “That feel good?” Sammy asked, pulling his hips back, dragging his cock through his ass. Sean nodded, “Dirty…” he slurred. Sammy smiled and knelt down to his ear, “Don’t you wanna be dirty with me?” he pushed his hips forward and slid this cock back up through his ass crack. Sean let out a groan as he pushed his hips up to meet Sammy’s thrust. “Huh Sean,” Sammy said, giving up the pretense of the massage and just pressing his body against my little brother, “You wanna be dirty with me?” “I’m a good boy…” Sean said, grinding his ass against Sammy’s hard cock. Sammy bit his ear, “Be my good boy.” Sean shuddered as he bucked back against Sammy again, sliding that horse cock across that virgin ass. Sammy sat up and gripped Sean’s hips, sliding back and forth through his crack, “Come on Sean…be my good boy…” On my phone I could see half of Sammy’s cock slide through the top of Sean’s ass, my brother shuddered feeling that massive meat spread his cheeks, a feeling I knew from experience. My own cock was leaking watching my pure, little brother start to melt under Sammy’s cock. “This is dirty…” he panted, “So dirty…” he was pushing back, his hips off the bed as he matched Sammy’s thrusts with his own. “You like that?” Sammy asked, “You like being dirty?” Sean bit his bottom lip as he resisted but moved forward and licked his ear and asked again, “You wanna be dirty with me?” I almost moaned when I heard my born again, pray every night little brother let out a low, “Yeessss…” raise his head and pulled Sammy’s head down to his neck. I saw Sammy bite the side of his neck and Sean whimpered as he felt himself get marked for the first time, his ass pushing back on his own as Sammy violated his neck. Sean was grinding all on his own, Sammy was just lying there, letting Sean troll his own ass on his cock. Sammy moved Sean’s face to his and kissed him, my brother responding hungrily, desperate for any affection he could get. Sammy pulled back and turned Sean over onto his back, I saw my brother’s hard cock slap against his six-pack, his tight, compact body looked insane as Sammy laid back on top of him, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. I saw Sean look up at Sammy’s body and I knew how he felt. Sean was in great shape, he lived in the water, so he was all lean muscle, not an ounce of fat to be found. He was hot, very hot…but then there was Sammy. Sammy had the same frame but so much more meat because of baseball. His chest and arms were huge and the way his lats tapered down to his trim waist made his eight-pack look like something out of a comic book. His tan made his blond hair look even better in the dim light…but nothing compared to that cock. It was twice the size of Sean’s and as thick as his wrist as well. Sammy rubbed them together and Sean looked down in shock, his mind no doubt reeling from seeing it up close. Sammy just looked down and grinned at him, he looked like a sun god, stroking his monster cock for tribute. “Do it for me,” Sammy whispered, taking Sean’s hand and wrapping it around his cock. My little brother slowly began to stroke up and down Sammy’s shaft, his hand looking like a child’s against the beer can thick cock. Sammy moaned as Sean began to stroke his first cock. “So dirty…” Sean whispered, speeding his strokes up…no doubt his mind spinning the same way mine had when I felt it. Sammy reached down and ran his hands over Sean’s pecs…pausing at his nipples and pinching them lightly. Sean gasped, his hips bucking up as he felt the connection between his tits and cock for the first time. “You my dirty boy Sean?” Sammy asked as he twisted, “You gonna be my dirty boy!” “Oh Sammy…” he moaned, his body twisting in ecstasy, “What are you doing to me?” Sammy chuckled, his hands roaming all over my brother’s swimmer body again, “I think you wanna be my dirty boy…my nasty little slut boy…” Sean groaned at the words, but his cock was dripping wet, and he was still stroking Sammy’s monster, “You my slut boy Sean? Tell me…” Sean’s head thrashed back and forth, “Good boy…not a slut…” Sammy slid his cock out of his hand and took Sean’s dick in his hand, “You sure?” he asked, stroking my brother’s dick, “Slut boys get touched…” Sean was going crazy; his dick being touched for the first time was making him delirious and I could see him slowly slipping… “Come on Sean…be my dirty slut boy…” Sean was writhing on the bed like a cat in heat, whimpers and moans were coming from his mouth. He looked like he was barely holding on and then he froze…I saw Sammy tense up and pause… “Oh…” Sean moaned, and I realized he had been squirming around so much he had moved his hole against Sammy’s cock. Sammy smiled, “See? You are a slut boy…” he said pushing forward. “No…” Sean sobbed as he felt himself get slowly impaled on that cock, “Oh god…oh god…” Sammy held Sean’s hips still, “Shhh…relax…don’t tense up…” I watched, my cock throbbing as my little brother slowly pushed back on his first cock…panting like a dog as he repeated, “Dirty…dirty…” This went on for a few minutes, Sean moaning and gyrating as Sammy slowly pushed deeper into him. Finally, Sammy leaned down and grabbed Sean’s chest, and lifted him up, Sean seemed shocked as he found himself sitting up on Sammy’s cock, from here I could see half of the thick shaft was up that virgin hole. Sammy let go and I heard Sean cry out as he slowly began to slide down its length. “OH FUCK!” Sean screamed I had never heard my little brother cuss before, and it was hotter than I expected. “Sammy! Sammy!” he sobbed, sinking lower and lower… Sammy bit the side of Sean’s neck, distracting him from the pain for a moment. Sean’s body shook as his tight, little jock hole was slowly destroyed by Sammy’s donkey cock, his arms wrapped around those tanned shoulders, holding on for dear life. “Oh god…oh god…” Sean was sobbing, “You’re in me…I can feel you in me!” Sammy pulled him down on the last of his cock, “You my slut boy? Huh, Sean? You gonna be my little slut boy?” Sean was letting out small whines, hungry whimpers as his virgin hole tried to adjust to Sammy’s whole cock, “I’m…I’m…” he began to say and Sammy pulled him up a few inches and Sean let out an aborted, “OH FUCK!” “What are you?” Sammy asked, removing his hands, and letting Sean slide back to the base. “Ooohhhh…” Sean cried, “You’re fucking me…oh god you’re really fucking me.” Sammy pushed him back onto his back, Sean’s long, tanned legs spread wide. Sammy grabbed each ankle and began to slide his cock slowly into him, “No this is fucking you…” he said, Sean’s head fell back onto the bed, the noises coming from his mouth were inhuman. “You like that Sean?” Sammy asked, speeding up his thrusts, “You like being fucked?” “Oh god…oh…” Sean sounded like a porn star whore, legs spread as he took that cock…I saw Sammy move his hips slightly and Sean’s moans were replaced with a half squeak as his entire body froze. I could see Sammy chuckling and I knew what had happened. He had hit Sean’s bitch button. “What’s that?” Sammy asked, rocking his hips back and forth over it, “What’s wrong Sean?” “Oh…oh…oh…” my little brother screamed as he felt his body betray him from the inside. “What are you, Sean?” Sammy asked, slamming that spot hard. “I’m…” Sean sputtered… “SAY IT” Sammy roared, hitting it again. “I’M…” “Tell me!” Sammy punched his cock upwards, and Sean lost it. “I’M A SLUT BOY! I’M A DIRTY FUCKING SLUT BOY!” he reached down and tried to pull Sammy’s hips in, wanting to be fucked harder and faster. Sammy let go of his legs and Sean wrapped them around the slim waist, pulling Sammy in harder, taking all of his cock in one thrust. Sammy’s body was covered in sweat as he began to piston in and out of my little brother, sending him into a deeper and deeper state of lust. “Oh, fuck me!” Sean cried out, “Please…fuck my slut pussy! PLEASE SAMMY MORE!” Holy shit! My brother had lost it, he was just begging for it now…I would have never guessed… “I’m a dirty boy…dirty slut…please Sammy…fuck me…wreck my boypussy!” “You a slut?” Sammy asked, looking down at Sean, “You spread your legs for anyone?” Sean nodded, “I’m a slut boy…fuck me…please let anyone fuck me!” “Take you on away games…we can fuck you on the bus? You can be the team slut?” “Oh god yes…use me…please…” “What if Devon walked in?” Sammy asked, “Would you suck him off?” A low moan, “Oh god…that would be so dirty…so bad…” Sammy slammed his cock home, “Would you?” “Yes…yes…anything…I’m a slut…” Sammy looked up at me and gestured. I shook my head, and he did it again, “You wanna suck your brother’s cock?” “I do!” As if someone else was controlling my body I stood up and walked out of the closet, my hard cock bobbing in front of me, camera still filming. Sammy pulled his cock out, making Sean moan, turned him around, and brought him to his hands and knees. He shoved his cock back in and Sean’s head came up in shock and saw me standing there, stroking my cock, filming him. Sammy grabbed Sean’s head and moved it to my cock, I locked eyes with my little brother as he leaned in…and licked the tip of my cock. I dropped the camera and pulled him down onto my dick… Knowing nothing was going to be the same again.

Chapter 5 - Matt Matt was so mixed up as he laid with Amanda on the sofa. He was confused, worried, and unexplainably horny. He was worried Amanda would find out not only had he let her dad jerk him off in the shower that morning, but also that he had both her dad and her step dad’s dicks down his throat this afternoon. He was confused because he never felt so immediately attracted to anyone, let alone not one man but two. Plus the urge to obey and please them no matter what they wanted was so new and foreign to Matt. Most of all, he was super horny. He had not gone fully soft since they got out of the pool. He had been slightly chubbed all through dinner. And now as the daddies laid across from them on the other sofa under the blanket cuddling it made him even harder. He was wondering if the slight raise of the blanket around where Daddy Z’s lap would be was him jerking his monster dick or Daddy T behind him jerking him off. It made him insanely hot and hard thinking about it. The way Daddy T whispered into Daddy Z’s ear every so often. How they would laugh subtly at what ever he said. The knowing looks they would send Matt when they would catch him looking made for a very horny and frustrated young man. He tried to keep his rock hard dick hidden from Amanda in the basketball shorts he had changed into when he came in from the pool, but that was proving difficult. She had given him a few lustful looks as she bumped into his raging dick. Undoubtedly she thought it was due to her. At one point when the daddies had went into the kitchen to get drink refills, Amanda had pulled the front of his shorts down and put it between her legs, which only had her panties between his dick and her pussy. She slowly rocked back and forth on his dick. She reached back and pulled his hand around her waist and put it in the front of her panties. He almost robotically started to finger her. They did this a lot when they were around friends. They had gotten good at doing it quietly to hide it from their friends. But this time it wasn’t her making him hard it was her dads. They had the cover over them so when the daddies came back in the room they stopped long enough for them to get back on their sofa and under their covers. Amanda started again a few minutes after the daddies got settled back. She made very small noises they couldn’t hear over the movie (so Matt thought). However, Matt keep looking at the daddies as he was being used as a humping post. Daddy T was the first to look at him strange, then a knowing expression came over him. He whispered to Daddy Z who looked over and immediately got the same look and whispered back to Daddy T. Matt knew they were busted. Amanda of course had no clue. She was lower on the sofa and couldn’t see the daddies sofa. It was slightly behind them and from her placement/angle she couldn’t see them without picking up her head and upper body. The attention from the daddies made Matt even harder. He moved just a tad bit more, fucking Amanda’s thighs. She was busy trying to be quiet and looking at the TV trying to be convincing. Poor girl had no clue no one in the room was interested in her or her pussy. Daddy T pulled back the cover from them. They both had taken their shorts off. Matt could see Daddy T had his big raw dick in Daddy Z ass and was doing the same slow stroke he was. But where Matt was fucking cotton panties and thighs, Daddy T was balls deep in man cunt. Daddy Z was stroking his big dick and looking directly in Matt’s eyes. He mouthed what Matt thought was “Don’t cum boy. Save it for us” They left the cover back off them so Matt could see the show. They had also started kissing some, but not enough to draw Amanda’s attention. Matt continued to watch the daddies fuck as he humped their daughter’s thighs. He was so hard and wanted to cum so bad, but the authority in Daddy Z eyes and his demand keep his cum in his balls. Matt could tell from Amanda’s body movement she was close. She turned her head to him and he looked away from the daddies to give her a few very chaste kisses as she quietly moaned into his mouth. He felt her panties get wet as she came. Normally this would be enough to get him to cum. But he didn’t feel the tug in his balls this time. This was just habit for Matt, he had no desire at that moment to kiss her. Amanda turned back to the TV. Matt did as well, but a few seconds later turned his head back toward the daddies and found they still had the covers back and just as he looked Daddy T pulled his dick out of Daddy Z and shot one rope of cum on his hole before shoving his monster dick back into Z’s and held it there while he finished cumming. Daddy Z shot a huge load into the shorts he had pulled up to his dick just seconds before he came as he was being filled by Daddy T. That sight almost made Matt cum without touching himself. It felt much more erotic than Amanda rockong and cumming on his dick. It took all his control not to cum or moan out seeing the daddies cum. They pulled the covers back over them and kissed once more before both turning and winking to Matt. They then turned back to the movie. After the move had ended, before which Matt had put his dick back in his pants and made sure to angle away from Amanda. She had also pulled her shorts back up. “Babe it’s been a long day and the sun and alcohol have me so tired. Come with me to lay down. You can come back down after I fall asleep if you want. Daddy Z is a night owl like you, so he will be up to keep you company.” Amanda said as she got up. ”Good night sweet pea! Get some rest we are going shopping tomorrow, I want you well rested.” Daddy T said as he got up and made his way over to hug her goodnight. “Night darling” Daddy Z said, adding “Don’t worry I will keep Matty company when he comes back down.” He said as giving her a hug. ”Thanks Papa Z. But please don’t call him Matty, he hates that. Good night Papas.” She replied. “Matt I am going to go to the kitchen for a bottle of water, do you want one?” ”Yes please babe” he replied. As she walked into the kitchen Daddy T winked at Matt and followed her. Daddy Z came up behind Matt and hugged him to his chest, his monster cock hard again press against his ass. “You are our Matty boy, right” he said smoothly into Matt’s ear as he then kissed his ear and neck. ”Yes daddy! I am whatever you want me to be!” Matt replied obediently. ”Good boy. You didn’t cum in her right?” Daddy Z asked as he put his hand down Matt’s shorts feeling his hardening dick. “No sir. She only let me fuck her thighs and keep her panties on while I fingered her. She never lets me fuck her bare. But I didn’t come, I promise. I wanted to when you both came but I held it daddy.” “Yes she wouldn’t let anyone fuck her bare. We drilled the condom use rule into her hard. Even if we never use them ourselves.” Daddy Z said with a very sly laugh “You did well. Now go up, get her to sleep and then come down here. We will be taking your raw hole tonight” He pulled away just moments before Amanda came back in the room. Matt had his hands covering his crotch so she didn’t notice his bulge as he followed her up the stairs. He was soft enough to climb in bed and cuddle with her as she feel asleep. He laid there listen to her breath even out as she fell asleep. He admitted to himself he was definitely bi, a bottom, and loved pleasing the daddies. While he did mange to keep his dick down (barely) he knew he wanted to feel both the daddies own his hole! Ok, another chapter done. Hope you all like it. Thank you for all the positive feedback. More to come!

Part 4: The Penthouse The week seemed to grind by, as I slogged away on a new garden layout in Hampstead while I felt my well-used arse get less tender with each passing day. Friday evening finally rolled around, and after getting home, showering and lying on my bed for a bit to recover after work, I got myself ready to go out. By then I had managed to get to a sex shop after work one evening to pick up some supplies, so I was able to clean out my hole, pop in a buttplug and then put on a jockstrap, so that I would be ready for Giftig and Tyke whenever and wherever they decided to pick up where we’d left off on the Sunday. I donned my boots, jeans, a black tank top and jacket, and headed off to Panarica. When I got there I was a bit nervous at first, but sure enough I was on the list and was let in a separate door that led to the VIP area on one side of the floor near the stage. I felt a bit out of place there, so just got myself the occasional rum and coke and otherwise stood at the edge of the area where I had the best view of the stage. Just before Giftig and Tyke were due on as the main DJ act, I felt my phone buzz with a message: Be ready to go when we’re done, and we’ll meet you at the door next to the bar. T My heart started racing, but I texted back a thumbs up and then got myself another drink to steady my nerves. I then didn’t drink anything more as I watched them come on stage and immediately whip the crowd into a frenzy with their awesome set. Each of them gave me the occasional look, and I even saw Giftig smile and wink at me at one point. I couldn’t help but marvel at how much my life had changed in the last week. As their set reached its climax, I went over to the bar and found the door Tyke had mentioned. Not wanting to appear suspicious I stood a little way away from it and cheered with the crowd as the set ended, and then just moments later the door opened and Tyke partially came through. He saw me and motioned for me to follow him through, so I hurried after him and down a long corridor backstage that led to a back door. Giftig was already waiting in the SUV, so I climbed in the back and we set off. They both wound down their windows and lit up cigarettes, so I decided it was OK to do the same and have my first smoke in a few hours. Then we settled back as we drove to a modern development pretty close to Canary Wharf, where Giftig took the car into an underground car park. From there we headed through some doors into a loft lobby, and took the elevator up to the top floor where there were only two apartments on the small corridor. We went inside one of them, and my mouth dropped open at the sheer size and luxury of the place. It was open plan with marble floors and stylish fittings and furniture, and windows all around with amazing views of the river and the skyscrapers nearby. Tyke headed straight over to a set of doors out into a large balcony, and I followed him out while Giftig disappeared into a small corridor off which there were a few doors. “Wow” I said, as I stood next to Tyke and took in the view. “I know” he said, as he lit up two cigarettes and then handed me one. “It never gets old.” “You guys must be loaded” I said. “G is” chuckled Tyke. “I’m just along for the ride.” Tyke and I chatted for a little bit while we smoked, before Giftig joined us outside. I did not turn around when I heard him come outside as I was watching a plane coming in low over the skyscrapers. However, he almost immediately reached around from behind me and grabbed hold of my jacket collar, pulling it back to take it off me. I moved my arms to allow him to successfully remove it, and then heard it drop to the floor. I was about to turn around when a very large silver chain descended into view as Giftig lifted it over my head and down onto my chest. It was much bigger than the one I had worn at the cottage, and it felt very heavy when it came to rest on my torso and he fastened it behind my neck. He then gripped my hand and turned me round, gently pulling my arm towards him. Tyke then reached over and placed a huge bracelet on my wrist, which Giftig fastened underneath, and then they did the same with the other wrist. These pieces were huge, although still not as big as what each of them was wearing. “For you” said Giftig. “What?” I asked. “He means they’re now yours” said Tyke, causing my mouth to drop open. “What?” I asked again. “They are for you” said Giftig, giving me a rare smile. “I like you in chains.” I stammered as I tried to take in what he was saying, causing them both to laugh. “Come on” said Tyke, “let’s go and give you some more gifts.” He went inside, but before Giftig could follow I grabbed his wrist. He turned to face me, and I leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. He was a bit rigid, possibly startled, at first, but then put his hand on the back of my head and took over as the dominant one. He then pulled back with a smile on his face. “Thank you” I said softly, “I don’t know what to say.” “I am happy that you like them” he replied, with a grin forming. “Now you can show me that you thank me.” We went inside and headed down the corridor, passing an open door to an opulent master bedroom until we reached another one that had been set up for playing. I gawped at the way it was decorated, with pictures of stylised scorpions all over the place, black leather furniture everywhere, a whole shelf lined with dildos, and all sorts of other kinky stuff. In the centre was a big metal frame with a leather sling hanging from it, and Tyke’s position next to it and the look on his face told me that this is where they wanted me. I quickly stripped until I was just wearing my jock and the new chains, and then walked over to Tyke. He turned me round and helped me lift up onto the end of the leather sling, and then I lay back and shuffled into a position he was happy with. They each then took a leg and raised it up, securing my ankles with a thick padded leather cuff hanging from each chain. They then did the same with my wrists, albeit those were secured onto the chains with hooks that they slipped under my new bracelets. My heart was racing as I realised I was securely locked in place, and all I could do was watch as they each stripped naked and then helped each other dress into the same leather gear they had worn in the cottage, with the addition of black leather chaps this time. Tyke then took up position by my hole, crouched down out of sight, and then caused me to both jump and moan out loud as he pulled out the small buttplug and then began to lick and finger my hole. Given the plug had kept me loosened up he did not waste much time with the foreplay though, and after only a couple of minutes he stood back up, pressed his cock to my hole, and pushed in. “Oh yeah” I groaned, “fuck me.” “Yeah?” Tyke said. “You want us to fuck you?” “Yeah” I panted, arching my back up a bit and closing my eyes as he started to slowly slide in and out of me. “You want us to fill you with cum again?” he continued. “Yeah” I moaned, “I want you to breed me all night!” I rested my back down on the sling again and opened my eyes to look at him, right as he and Giftig were exchanging a grin with each other. “You like our tattoos” asked Giftig from next to me, causing me to turn my head and look at the scorpion on his torso. “Yeah” I panted, as Tyke began to increase in speed. “You want one yourself?” Giftig asked, reaching out and rubbing his hand on my torso. “Yeah” I panted again. “Good” he said. “We will make sure you get one.” “Because” said Tyke, through gritted teeth as he hammered away at me, “it means we’re poz, and soon you will be too!”

Had a break in meetings this afternoon. There’s a young lad lives close by (if anyone read my post last week about being whored out, he was the lad who did it) asked if I could take his load. He’s a bit Harry Potter-ish and he’s obsessed with my chamber of secrets so who am I to say no?! Quick douche and I was ass up waiting for him. I told him it had to be a quick one as I am working so he did just that, straight to business and his load was up me in under 5 minutes. Second guy is a guy I’ve met before in London but he’s working in the area. He was on his lunch and asked if I was free. One load never feels enough so I of course obliged. He turned up a few minutes later and fucked another fat load into me while choking me and slapping me about a bit. Not a bad way to spend your lunch break!

now ff?

Chapter 7 – Monday morning With the end of the weekend, so ended the sexual festivities. Many loads of cum had been shot in multiple holes. Father and son grew closer as lovers. A man in charge had a new play thing to fuck. Will loved the idea that he made a man pop his son’s cherry. He absolutely loved that he was in charge of both of these pigs in the making. He had left instructions that neither was to do anymore Tina or get physical without his say so. Monday morning was just another groggy morning for both father and son. They met awkwardly in the kitchen. Tom had made eggs for the both of them. Both sat there in their boxers like so many other mornings. Neither one spoke. They avoided eye contact. They ate silently. It was Brad that broke the silence. B: Dad. I wanna say thank you. T: I’m sorry son. Things got out of hand this weekend. B: Thank you for treating me like any other guy. You treated me like a man. You fucked me like I was a man. T: oh yeaaah, umm. You’re welcome I guess. B: yes, I took it like a man. (smile) And then I fucked you like you were my little bitch. Hahaha They both start laughing and the atmosphere seemed to get a lot lighter for both of them. T: Alright, you gave me one load. But we tag teamed you and gifted you multiple loads the rest of the time. Bradley starts to rub his growing dick through his boxers. Tom notices and his mouth begins to water. T: Settle down. You know we cant do anything. Orders are orders. So put that dick away. B: ok, ok. Why is everything so damn bright this morning? T: Yeah, you’ll feel like shit today. Just take the day and sleep. Sleep as much as you can. And drink all the water you can. You were unprepared this time but it’s important to hydrate before and after play sessions. Tom opens the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water. He throws it over to Brad, who catches it. T: I’ve got to get to work. Try and relax today. B: Okay, Tom. (smile) Chapter 8 – Separated Three weeks had passed since that weekend of sexual pleasure. Three weeks the 2 men had been forbidden to do anything sexual, even masturbate. Both men were feeling the fullness of their balls filled with cum just aching to be released. When they finally were messaged by Will, he had instructions for both of them. For Tom – He was to go away for the weekend. He was on loan to another man and was ordered to be as piggy as he could be. For Brad – He was going to spend the weekend with Will to learn more about the pleasure of chem sex. Tom packed a bag and said goodbye to his son. T: Listen to everything your told to do and you’ll do fine. I love you son. Tom turned around the left the kitchen to the garage. He got in his car and drove off. Brad pulled up the message he got from Will and read it again. **I’ll be over at your house by 6pm. Be ready for me. Be cleaned out and all smooth for me boy. Wear only a shirt and some shorts. Don’t bother with underwear. And remember, you are MY BOY** At 6pm, Brad was ready just as ordered. He sat on the living room couch. He was too nervous to watch tv. He just sat there and waited. Just then, the door from the garage opened and in walked Will through the kitchen and into the living room. W: Stay seated boy! Will walked over to the couch and sat next to Brad. He pulls out a pipe with the big bulb prepacked with dried puddle of tina. He pulls out a lighter and takes a big hit. Will looks over at his newest boy. The younger man’s eyes were glued to the pipe. Will thought to himself, right where I want him. He takes another hit before handing the pipe over to Brad. Brad puts the pipe up to his mouth and stops. He looks over to Will in silence. His eyes do all the talking. They were asking permission. W: Go ahead baby. Start the night off. Flick, Flick, Brad filled his lungs with the chemical taste he had longed for 3 weeks. He blows out a good sized cloud. W: Good, keep going until I say to stop. Flick, breath, cloud; repeat. Flick, breath, cloud; repeat. Each cloud getting bigger as he went on. When he finished the bowel, Will asked for the pipe back. He cooled it off and was refilling the big bulb. Brad just sat back and enjoyed the high. W: Boy, you best be naked by the time this cloud clears. Flick, breath, cloud. Brad jumped up and threw his clothes off like his life depended on it. When the cloud cleared from Will’s vision, the beautiful white body was standing in front of him. W: Nice. Very nice. Love white boys with no tan lines. Will gets close to Brad the starts rubbing his body. He handed the pipe to Brad. W: Get back to finishing the bowl. Brad complied and got back to smoking. Flick, breath, cloud. He had to really concentrate on what he was doing due to his body feeling so good to the man’s touch. From his neck, to his chest, navel, inner thighs, balls, and finally on his cock. When he finished the bowel, he looked up at Will and apologized for his flaccid cock. B: OMG that feels so good. I don’t know why im so soft. W: That’s okay. It’s normal for some. I can still get when I’m after. Will gets down on his knees and takes the white cock in his mouth. Brad feels so good he loses his balance and grabs Will’s head to stabilize himself. Will sucks the soft dick for a minute before rising back to his standing position. W: mmm, your dick may be soft but the precum still flows like a river. Now bend over the couch and let me taste that pink hole. Brad put the pipe down and did as he was told. He got on the couch, head down ass up. Will leans in and shoves his tongue deep in the boy’s hole. The boy moans into the cushion. Will is slurping and salivating all over the boys hole. He pushes 2 fingers in with no resistance. He adds a 3rd and gets the boy moaning louder. Will pulls away, much to the disappointment of Brad. Will grabs the pipe and puts it away. W: Get your clothes back on, now. We’re going to visit a friend of mine. He’s a dealer with great merch but only deals with selective people. You’re gonna be my good luck charm. B: I don’t know about this. W: Good thing I don’t give a fuck. Get dressed. Brad obeyed and clothed himself. He followed Will to the garage and jumped in the back of his van as he was directed. Will throws a bottle over to Brad. W: Drink at least half of that on the way. Brad cant see out of the blacked out windows and begins to worry. His horniness kicks in and he obeys. He takes 2 big gulps of the Gatorade he had been given. B: This tastes weird. W: yeah, I would think so. It has double the amount of G you had last time. Brad sits quietly in the back of the van. He takes another gulp. He begins to feel like he is melting into the seat. He thinks to himself – well now I guess I’m fucked.

Part 3: The Cottage Eventually we pulled into the car park of what looked like an old mansion, but Giftig kept driving through it and got the car onto a driveway leading into the estate. Some way into the site we reached a set of cottages, and he stopped the car in front of one of them. We all climbed out and headed inside, where I saw that it was actually a large and modern one-bedroom apartment that seemed to be set up as hotel accommodation. “We shower” said Giftig, before disappearing into the bedroom and closing the door. Tyke watched him go, and then went back outside and lit up a cigarette on the path up to the cottage. Not knowing what else to do, I followed him out and lit one up myself. “When you said you were in a hotel, I thought you meant a Travelodge or something” I said quietly, causing Tyke to grin. “G would rather drive back overnight than stay in one of those” he said. “Are you two… together?” I asked. “Yeah” said Tyke. “We don’t make a big deal about it, and most people think we’re just a DJ double-act.” “I did too” I said. “But we’re open” he continued. “We play with others, sometimes together, sometimes alone.” “Cool” I said. “What about you?” he asked. “You got a boyfriend?” “I, er, I didn’t know I was into men” I said, after a pause. “Until tonight.” “You mean we were your first?” he asked. “Yeah” I said. “Then the security guards.” “Sorry about that” he said, the grin gone from his face. “G likes to keep those guys sweet with the occasional gift.” “It was OK” I said. “I kind of liked it.” “Guess we found ourselves a proper cumdump” Tyke chuckled, though I could not help but cough at hearing myself described in that way. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, just enjoy that you’ve found out who you are.” We stood in silence for a little bit finishing off our cigarettes, but with no sign of Giftig we both lit up another. We started talking about music, what it was like being a DJ, and my own love of the whole scene. For a moment I almost forgot why I was really there, instead revelling in the opportunity to talk to someone I really admired about his work and his passions. However, the sounds of Giftig emerging from the bedroom brought me back down to earth. “My turn” said Tyke, stubbing out the last of his cigarette and heading inside to go and shower. I stood there on the path for a little longer, before going back inside. Giftig was opening bottles of beer, and handed me one when he saw me approach. “Drink” he said, “then you shower.” “OK” I replied, before taking a swig of beer. “Then we go to bed” he said. “Tomorrow we stay here, and drive back on Sunday. You can stay.” “You mean all weekend?” I asked. “Yes” Giftig replied, before striding past me and out the door to light a cigarette. I stood there for a moment, my heart suddenly racing at the prospect of potentially being used all day by these two men, but I then fished my phone out of my pocket and emailed my mum to say that I had met some people and was going to stay another night. It was far too late at night to text her, but I knew she would be checking her email as she always did every morning, so figured that would be enough. Then I put my phone back in my pocket and, despite having just smoked two with Tyke, went outside to have another cigarette with Giftig. We did not speak at all while I was out there, with him instead coming to stand next to me and rub his hand on my arse while we smoked. It was such a turn-on, further cementing for me that I was clearly gay. Tyke took a lot less time in the shower than Giftig had, and when he appeared by the door with just a towel round him, we went inside and I headed for the bedroom. I stripped naked, then went into the bathroom and got in the shower. After getting myself clean, I got out and used a hand towel to get dry as they had already used and soaked the two larger ones. I then opened the bathroom door and went out into the bedroom completely naked. I was somewhat taken aback to see they had both put on some other accessories alongside their huge silver chains, with Tyke wearing a thick leather collar and matching cuffs on his wrists and ankles, while Giftig was now wearing a leather harness and a black leather Muir cap. Sitting on the bed was a black leather jock, as well as a very chunky silver chain and matching bracelets. “My older set” said Tyke, noticing me looking at the jewellery. “Put it all on.” I did as instructed, slipping the jock on before donning the chains, amazed at how heavy they felt despite being smaller than what either of the other two men was wearing. “Nice” said Tyke. “On the bed” said Giftig. I climbed on the bed on all fours, and they positioned themselves at either end of me. With only a minimal fingering of my hole to loosen it up again, I soon had Giftig buried inside me while I opened my mouth to swallow Tyke’s cock. I moaned around the cock down my throat as Giftig began to pound me hard, and Tyke eventually pulled out of my mouth to let me take a few huffs of poppers. Then he presented his cock to me again, and with my head starting to fly, I swallowed it back down. As it turned out, I ended up being in that position for quite a lot of the next 36 hours. Aside from when they were fucking me, we spent Saturday eating amazing food that Tyke prepared in the small kitchen, chilling with drinks, napping, and talking about music. Giftig was not very chatty, but Tyke and I had a lot in common and I really enjoyed getting to know him better. I also got to see a bit more into the normal dynamic of their relationship when Tyke bottomed for Giftig a couple of times, albeit while he was buried inside me as well. They also briefly double-fucked me late on the Saturday, but went back to spit-roasting when it became clear that I was not yet able to accommodate them both without being in a lot of discomfort. Sunday morning eventually rolled around, and after I took a couple more loads, we eventually packed up and headed out to the car. I sat in the back and rested for the drive back to London, shifting around a bit as the weekend-long initiation into bottoming had left me quite sore. Once we got back to London I asked them to drop me near to my house so I could walk the rest of the way home, but before I left Tyke gave me his number and told me to come by the club on the Friday night as I would be on the guest list. “You stay with us after” said Giftig, not really sounding like he was offering but more instructing. I made a mental note to tell my mum I would be out all night as a result. Then, they sped off as I watched them go. I stood on the street for a while, trying to gather my thoughts. I eventually picked up my tent and rucksack from the pavement, and set off towards home while I focused on concocting a believable story about what I had been up to on my extra day in the country. I settled on a variation of the truth involving an opportunity to learn some DJ stuff from a couple of the performers and their friends, and was able to minimise the time spent talking to my mum before I could get upstairs and fall flat onto my bed. Despite how busy my head was, I was soon sound asleep.

Part 2: The Festival Continues “Are you camping tonight?” Tyke asked, as I lit a cigarette of my own with his lighter. “Yeah” I said, “brought a little tent with me”. “You stay with us” said Giftig, more as a command than an offer. “We will have more sex.” “We’re at a hotel nearby” Tyke said. “You can come back with us in the car after.” “Er, thanks, er, yeah, that would be great” I stuttered. “You better go and get your stuff from wherever you left it” Tyke said. “Bring it back here, but hurry up so we’re not late.” I nodded, then turned and briskly walked off while still smoking my cigarette. I got a couple of weird looks from the guys at the cloakroom tent where backstage visitors could leave their stuff, and I’m pretty sure I heard one of them giggle that I smelled of cum as I walked away with my rucksack and the tent. I didn’t care though, and just hurried back to the trailer. Tyke opened the door for me and I hurled my stuff in, before they strode off with me in pursuit. Giftig was talking on his mobile as we walked, but with me being behind them and the pulsing sounds of the current DJ’s set emanating from the stage, I could not hear any of what was being said. When we reached the stage I went to show the security guard my wristband, but he stopped me and another couple of guards who had been hanging around came over to me. They pointed in the direction of a small cabin back at the bottom of the stairs up to the stage, and given I could not hear a word over the music, I complied and headed down there with them behind me. I went inside and found it was actually a small toilet block that was presumably placed close to the stage so the security guards would not be gone for long if nature called. The two guards were right behind me, and the second one in closed and locked the door behind him. “Take your trousers off and bend over” said the first one. “Gift and Ty want you loose and wet for tonight” said the second. I should have freaked and fought against it, but that desire I had felt to continue being used as I had been cleaning myself up a few minutes before had not dissipated, so I readily undid and shucked off my jeans, before bending over in the small space and leaning on the sink. The first guard took up position behind me, fingered my hole for a moment, and then began to push his cock into me. I could not suppress a yelp as it felt dry and painful, and I was relieved when he pulled out, presumably applied some lube, and then pushed in again with a lot less grief the second time. He then set to fucking, as I propped myself against the sink and took the pounding. After a while I turned away from the sink and looked to the other guard, who was standing with his trousers open rubbing his cock as he watched his colleague fuck me. I just happened to be looking in his direction when he pulled off his black polo shirt to cope with the rising heat in the room, and it was at that point I saw he had the same symbol tattooed on him as Tyke did, only smaller and positioned at the bottom of his stomach just above his balls. I also noticed how wet the end of his cock was, and wondered if he would actually end up blowing from how hard he was stroking it while watching me get fucked. However, his colleague accelerated and blew into me before that happened, and sure enough they soon swapped places. As the second guard slid into my wet hole, his colleague watched for a moment before approaching me with his own dripping cock presented for my attention. I swivelled a bit so I was still supporting myself on the sink with one arm while I opened wide to take the cock that had just been inside me into my mouth. It was then that I noticed this guard also had a small tattoo in the same place on his body as his colleague, only this one was of a scorpion with its tail trailing down to his cock. I missed the entirety of Giftig and Tyke’s second set, as after the first two guards had bred me, I was instructed to stay in the cabin and help out the rest of the security staff if they required it. I therefore had the odd experience of just standing or sitting on the floor in there for over an hour, administering blowjobs or bending over to be fucked by three more men, and also awkwardly watching-but-not-watching three others take a piss in the toilet. I was not completely ignorant of the world, and thus was quite relieved that none of them had wanted me to be the toilet. Eventually the first two guards came back for me, and escorted me to the trailer where I was told to wait. I took the opportunity to have a couple of cigarettes while I sat on the step of the trailer, feeling the cum dripping out into my underwear. Eventually Giftig and Tyke returned, and even in the relatively low light levels now that night had fallen, I could tell they were smirking at me. They gathered their things in the trailer, tossed me my bag and tent, and then walked off - with me following - to a black SUV in the truck-filled parking area backstage. Giftig climbed into the driver’s side, while Tyke opened up one of the rear doors, pulled a scrunched-up towel over to cover the seat, and then motioned for me to get in before he joined Giftig up front. “Did you have some fun?” Giftig asked, as he manoeuvred us out of the site and onto a quiet road leading away from it. “Yes” I said quietly. “But I missed your second set.” “We’ll make it up to you tonight with a personal show” said Tyke, as Giftig chuckled. I could not help but smile to myself, and then turned to looked out of the window at the darkened countryside as we drove in silence.

Part 4 The door closed behind me and I was enveloped in the warmth of the steam room at the same time I was plunged into darkness. I stood statue still for a moment as I tried to get my bearings. Then- hands were on me. At first two, then more. Rubbing at me, pulling me in; desire their clear aim. I wondered how many men were in the steam room and how big it was. The darkness gave way to anonymity and my questions fell to the wayside, perhaps aided by the hazy feeling from the earlier “present” given to me by Daddy D. As the hands groped me, I found myself reaching in return, teasing, wanting, seeking. Lips met mine, my jockstrap was removed. My stiff 7.5” cock was enveloped by a warm mouth as I gasped, moaning in pleasure. Then someone pulled my ass towards them and spread out my cheeks, next thing I knew I was having his ass eaten and I was in heaven. Moaning and delighting. Suddenly a spark lit near my face. There was some kind of bong and a voice whispered into my ear as a pipe was brought to his lips. “Suck in till I say” I was in such a haze of horniness and desire, that I did so without question. When the man said to do so I exhaled a huge white cloud into the steam. The sensation immediately made me hornier. “Give him more” another voice encouraged. “The little slut loves it, he’ll be taking slams in no time.” After another few hits I was flying. I didn’t know what this was but I wanted to feel this way forever. I could hear the door open and shut, admitting more into the darkness, but all I cared about was more cock. The newcomers made their way into the fray, one of them sliding their beautiful cock into my mouth and the other, replacing the guy who was rimming me. He rimmed me for a moment, then he stood. I then felt something blunt at my hole. Cock. I was going to take my first cock. RIght here, right now. He pushed in and I moaned out. I felt so full and so alive. There was a slight pain. But whatever I was high on helped me to know that I needed more of his cock. He obliged, fucking me. The wet sounds of the steam room intensified as other cocks found holes, other hands roamed free. I was in heaven taking cock in both ends, while someone sucked my cock. Then I was pulled off the cock I was sucking and the person I was sucking brought me to their lips, making out with me.Their kiss was hot and charged with passion but also- familiar? “Griff” I whispered. “Shhhhh!” Griff said, realizing who had been sucking him, who he was now kissing. He then brought his lips to my ear nd whispered “I didnt know it was you, but this just became the hottest thing ever, mate.Guess who’s fucking you?” Then the penny fell. I realized who was taking my virginity. I realized my brother Tom, had no idea that the slut he was fucking in the dark was his tag-along kid brother. And it fucking turned me on. I pushed my hole back on his cock with the knowledge it was him “Good boy!” Griff whispered. Then Tom grabbed me from behind saying to Griff “I want a taste too” and brought his lips to mine. The world went still with his cock in my hole and his lips on mine, I kissed back with every ounce of passion I could muster. Iwas in awes and had never been more turned on. “Fuck, you can kiss” Tom said as we broke our lip lock. I want all night with you. Whattya say Griff, should we keep this one all night? “Oh hell yes!” Griff said, all-knowing. “Would you be into some wild piggy party sex with two college boys?” Tom asked me, no idea who he was really asking. Before I could answer someone sparked the lighter to hit the pipe next to us, illuminating my face. There in the light of the lighter I watched the realization fall on Tom’s face. I watched his face go from horny, to confused, to angry, to disgusted, to confused again. “Tom, Before you say anything, let me explain…” Griff tried. But Tom had me by the wrist and was dragging me out of the steam room. He pulled me past the hustle and bustle of the main room. My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner of the warehouse where it was just he and I. "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. We were both naked, we were clearly both high and I wanted nothing more than to keep on going. So- I shot my shot “Then take me home.” “What?” Tom asked as if he hadn’t heard me. Griff finally found us at this moment but kept a few steps back, unsure how to approach right now. “If you don’t want me here, you and griff take me home and make me yours. Or keep me here and make me yours. Griff knows I should be a part of this and you do too. It’s what I want. I have never felt anything like when you were both taking me just now. I knew you two were up to something, and now I know. Now I can be a part of it. A part of you.” “Tag, You don’t know what your talking about.” “Tom, your still hard.” “What?” “If you didn’t want me to be a part of this, you beautiful cock wouldn’t still be hard.” I took the risk and reach out and grasped it in my hand, he moaned. “Tag, don’t…” “Tom, Please…” Then Griff was there, completing our circle. “Tom, he wants this and he’s gonna figure it all out- wouldn’t you rather it be with us than with some creeps or punks?” “Tag, I wanted to keep you innocent” Tom said, his last vestiges of fight falling away. “But Tom, If I’m not innocent, think of all the fun you can have with me…” With that I turned away from my big brother and opened my asscheeks to him, he moaned as Griff pushed him towards me. Moments later if you passed by that corner you world see Tom sliding his bare cock into my waiting cunt ad begin fucking me against the wall while i made out with Griff who jerked both our cocks. I was in the club. I had no idea what I was in for. Our night was just getting started. Griff and Tom were gonna show me everything…

My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. I knew he and his friends were going to party tonight and I usually tagged along, that was how I'd earned the nickname, Tag. So when Tom had told me I couldn't come tonight I took matters into my own hands and FaceTimed Griff, his best friend, and asked him to take me. He'd grinned a devilish grin before saying "Sure kid, I'll pick you up too. Don't tell him though, it'll be our little secret." Griff and Tom had been best friends their whole live's and I'd always been the kid brother. Things were different now though and it made be feel anxious. They were college sophomores, going to school in the city and I was still trapped in our no name town as the clocks at school ticked down my senior year. I wanted to join them in the city next year. Before they'd always let me tag along, drink beer with them and their jock bros but something shifted this year. Now, they came home less and less. When they did they kept to themselves and it was like there was a wall I couldn't get through. It was more then parties too even when Tom was home it was like his mind was elsewhere. I'd confronted Tom about it. He told me it was for my own good that I stay away from them. But now it was Christmas break and they were home, I thought maybe it would go back to normal but it didn't. The holiday was uneventful and now on December 26th they were bailing on our town and driving into the city for a party. A party I wouldn't have known about if i hadn't overhead Tom on the phone. When he got off the call I begged him to take me. "No, Tag." he said firmly. "Why? Why don't you want me around you anymore?" "I'm doing this for your own good. There must be some high school parties for you around her, go to those. Go to the movies, fuck a chick. I don't care what you do- but you aren't coming with us." Tom wanted to leave me behind again? Not a chance. The thought of being left behind was unacceptable. That's why I reached out to Griff, I had to join them. I'd had beers and pot with them before, I could handle tonight too. Whatever they were up to. Couldn't I? I was nervous waiting for Griff a block away from my house. He was going to pick me up first, hide me in the trunk of his CR-V before then going and picking up Tom for the drive into the city. The drive into the city was uneventful. Anytime Tom went to say something about the party Griff changed the conversation, almost as if he didn't want me to know what I was in for. I kept quiet in the back and Tom was oblivious to my presence. When we got there the doors opened and they got out. The doors slammed and they were gone. I was to wait until Griff came to get me. I did, slowly removing the blanket from on top of me and looking around. The street we were on looked a little sketchy, we were definitely in the city. Twenty minutes went by. Where the fuck was he? Finally the trunk door popped open and Griff led me in to an unmarked building on a city street. "This isn't like the other parties, Tag. Those were high school parties. Just remember you asked to come. I think you'll like it though. Tom didn't want this for you but I know better. I know you're one of us, you always have been." Griff explained to me as he slung an arm around my shoulder. What was he talking about? Whatever it was it made me feel good to hear him include me. We had walked up five flights. Now a door was in front of us, one of the steel doors on a track, Griff slid it open and my whole life changed... *End of Part 1... (this will be a series, a slow burn but worth the wait)

As the title implies, I'm not quite sure if US citizens are concerned how the perception of their country is changing. Here in the eastern flank of the EU, the society was always somewhat polarized in its views on US, but last few months the 'trans-atlantic' camp was hit like never before. And lessons learned will be hard to unlearn. Actually my views were shaken considerably. Spending my formative years oblivious of US involvement in affairs in Chile (etc.) and watching StarTrek and MacGyver I was buying all the 'do a good thing' and 'stand on the right side of history' stuff. After a heard from the US that it was Ukraine who started the war with Russia (presumably kidnapping Russian army and invading itself by it), followed by outright extortion by US top officials and half-aligning with Russia. (Odd silence after attack on civilian targets, lately at Sumy tells volumes.) I just can't fend off the thought that the 'do good' agenda was just a bate. US is now projecting a Goodfellas version of itself around the globe and US citizens seem to be content. Only real pushback was due to self-inflicted stock market near crash. So is it all just about the money? (Sincerely confused here.)

As Tom turned his new truck into the parking lot of the government housing projects on the notorious Rayburn Avenue his Ubereats app alerted him that he had “arrived at the delivery destination”. He rolled his eyes and mumbled “oh, great” as he took in his sketchy surroundings. It was the summer in between Tom’s Junior and Senior year in college and next semester he and his buddies were all set to travel Europe during their scheduled study abroad program. Tom had been delivering for Uber for a few weeks to save up extra spending money to blow on his Eurotrip, but this was his first delivery to the infamous Rayburn Housing Projects, and although he was a bit apprehensive about walking around in this part of town, he told himself this will be a quick drop off and he would be back on the road in five minutes and let himself daydream of exploring Europe before he had to enter the real adult world. Opening his truck door Tom grabbed the food, stepped out of the truck and began making his way to APT D3. On the short walk to the apartment front door Tom passed a kaleidoscope of empty beer bottles, fast food containers, random paper and at least two needles on the ground. He passed a group of younger men, all different shades of black, playing basketball on a neglected cement slab of concrete they used as their court. He heard one of them direct a comment his way followed by roaring laughter from the group and although he couldn’t quite make out what was said he smirked and thought to himself “yeah yeah dude, have your laughs and also, enjoy living in your shitbox”. As Tom approached the front door of APT D3 it swung open before he could even knock. Tom was a little stunned at what now stood in front of him. Ty, the man behind the door, was gorgeous. 6 foot 3, easily 230 pounds of street muscle. Tom noticed the man was shirtless and could see the tattoos all over his arms, chest, and up his neck. “You uber?” the deep voice of the adonis of a man asked Tom. “Uh, yeah, sorry” Tom responded, handing the man his bag while clearing his throat and awkwardly looking away. “Appreciate it bro”, Ty responded while grabbing the bag from Tom and taking a good look at the white delivery boy. Tom was the total all American boy, standing 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighing in around 175 pounds of young lean college muscle. Tom’s mop of brown tussled brown hair and big blue eyes made Ty’s cock twitch. “Yo, my bad man I am gonna need to tip you in cash for this….gonna take me a minute to find my wallet why don’t you come inside and wait so you don’t got to deal with the dumb niggas that live around here”. Every instinct of Tom’s told him to politely decline and head back to his truck but there was something disarming about Ty that made him less threatening for some reason. Tom stepped inside the sparsely furnished apartment and took a seat on the couch while Ty left the room to allegedly find his wallet. Tom noticed a pipe on the coffee table in front of him with a bunch of white shit both in the pipe and on the table. Tom picked up the pipe to take a closer look and was quickly startled when he heard the deep rumble of Ty’s voice behind him. “You smoke?” Ty asked as he entered the living room. Tom couldn’t help but notice the massive buldge in Ty’s sweatpants bounce around as he walked towards Tom. “Ughh, not sure, what uhh..what is this exactly?” Ty smiled and took the pipe out of Tom’s hands before taking a torch out of his pocket. “This”, he responded while heating up the pipe and taking a big hit, “is Tina” he said as he blew out a huge cloud of smoke above their heads. “Want to try it?” Tom’s mind was racing. He was sitting in some black dude’s living room in the fucking PROJECTS and was now being offered meth. What the actual fuck. Again, Tom’s instincts were raging against what was happening – 20 years of programming telling him to stand the fuck up and walk the fuck out of this guy’s apartment immediately. But as Tom was quickly deciding how to make his exit he noticed Ty adjusting his buldge through his sweatpants while simultaneously blowing another cloud and for some reason the combination of these two things happening at once transfixed him. With the pipe still in his hand Ty shrugged his shoulders at Tom, silently offering the pipe to him one last time. This time, Tom took it. The burn in his lungs was immediate, causing him to cough and his eyes to water. The meth hit him like a freight train, a rush of euphoria and energy that made his heart feel like it would burst from his chest. The room spun, and he coughed, handing the pipe back. “That’s it, boy. Relax,” Ty said, patting him on the back. The meth hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, the world was a brighter place, his fear replaced by a buzzing energy that hummed in his veins. Ty's smile grew wider, a predator sensing its prey's vulnerability. "You like that?" Ty’s massive hands were now rubbing Tom’s back and had moved up to his shoulders and neck and as Ty slowly began to exert dominance over Tom he took Tom’s hand and put it on his cock. “Go ahead boy, grab it”. Tom grabbed hold of the massive cock constrained in Ty’s sweatpants and gave it a long squeeze, eliciting a moan of approval from Ty. Tom grabbed the pipe again making Ty chuckle. “Yeah boy, hit that pipe again for daddy. Show daddy what a big cloud you’ve learned to blow”. Tom clicked the torch and was taking a nice long hit from the pipe when he felt Ty stick his massive hands down his shorts, grabbing and stroking Tom’s now throbbing cock. Ty grinned. “That’s my fucking boy, hard as a rock for daddy already. Dad is going to make you into such a good cockslut, and you’re going to make dad so proud – I can already tell”. “Mmmmm, fuck yeah man” Tom moaned. Ty’s voice somehow got a few octaves deeper when he responded to Tom. “Listen here boy, because I’m only gonna tell you this once. I am daddy. Or dad. You understand?” Tom looked up at Ty with big vulnerable eyes that were seeing the world spin and responded “fuck, daddy, yes sir”. "Good boy," Ty said, his voice a low purr. He stood up and in one swift move had taken off his sweatpants and set his dick free, revealing a cock that was as thick and long as a baseball bat. Tom couldn't help but stare, his mouth going slack. "You ever had a taste of chocolate?" Ty's question was a purr, and he stepped closer, his cock bobbing with each step now mere inches from Tom's face. With his cock in Tom’s face Ty handed Tom a small bottle. “Son, these are poppers. You are going to put the bottle under your nose and inhale taking a big hit for daddy. These will help you when its time to take Daddy’s dick.” Tom did as he was told, taking a big, long hit from the tiny bottle. Tom felt a rush hit him like nothing had before, starting at the top of his head before touching every inch of him, causing him to moan from the intense pleasure he was feeling from the high. "Good boy son, now, suck it." Tom leaned in; his eyes wide as he wrapped his lips around the head of Ty's cock. It was hot and heavy, the taste of salt and musk overwhelming him. He took another hit of the poppers, the burn in his nose making his eyes water, making everything feel sharper. Ty's cock grew even more sensitive, the skin tightening as Tom's mouth moved down, inch by inch. "Yeah, just like that," Ty groaned, his hand tangling in Tom's hair. "Take it all, baby." Tom tried, his throat straining around Ty's thickness, his eyes watering from the effort. Ty's cock was like nothing he'd ever felt before, a living, pulsing beast that seemed to fill his entire mouth. He gagged, but Ty was relentless, pushing in deeper while Tom tried to pull away, choking on the massive cock that somehow seemed to be getting bigger. As Tom struggled Ty’s grip on his head was relentless, forcing him to somehow find the space in his throat to accommodate Ty’s manhood. “Yeahhh boy, that’s right, just like that. See, I knew you could do it. Just had to open up for daddy. Just had to relax and let daddy inside”. Ty showed no mercy as he fucked Tom’s face, often sliding his entire cock down the boy’s throat and holding it there, watching the boy gag. Just when Tom thought he couldn’t take anymore he looked up at the adonis of a man in front of him and watched as Ty clicked the torch and blew another massive cloud above him. Tom didn’t understand it, but something about seeing Ty blow the cloud triggered something inside him and made him crave Ty’s cock more than ever. Ty pulled his cock out of Tom’s mouth and rested his massive cockhead on Tom’s lips while he spoke. “Look at me” he demanded. “You’re almost ready boy. Almost ready to take daddy’s cock” he said as he quickly ripped off Tom’s pants exposing him fully to the man. “Stand up and bend over the couch”. Tom knew not to disobey his new dad, so he did as he was told, nervously bending over the couch for him. Ty handed Tom the bottle of poppers and told him to hit them while Ty opened him up. Tom breathed in a sharp breath as he felt Ty’s warm tongue begin to circle his virgin hole. As Ty’s tongue began and jab and probe his hole he took another hit of the poppers, causing the boy to moan and melt into the couch and Ty’s tongue which he realized was now deep inside him. “Mmmm that’s some nice white ass boy. Opening up real nice for me, such a good boy for me”. Tom felt Ty’s fingers begin to tease his hole. “Son, what I’m about to do to is going to hurt like a mother fucker at first, but you’re going to take it for me. This is how you will make your daddy proud. I want you to take a big, long hit on those poppers for me and then close your eyes and try and relax, you understand?” Tom began to sweat, nervously anticipating the pain Ty promised was coming. He nodded his head and responded, “yes daddy, I understand”. Ty grabbed a bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to his finger before slowing sliding it inside Tom’s virgin hole. Tom’s body responded immediately, squirming to remove the invasion from his hole. Tom couldn’t help but scream as Ty placed one hand on his back to keep him still while continuing to slide inside him. “Shhhh, I know boy, I know it hurts. But you’re doing so good and in a few seconds, I’m going to show you what real pleasure is”. Tom groaned, feeling like he was being ripped open by the man’s fingers and realizing that if a couple fingers hurt this badly there was no chance he could take Ty’s massive cock and live through it. But just as Tom was starting to regret his decision to ever walk inside Ty’s apartment, he felt Ty hit something inside him that brought him the pleasure Ty was just telling him about. This uncharted territory inside him that Ty had just discovered was life changing. As Ty prodded Tom’s prostate, he heard the guttural moan from the young man that told him he’d found it. “Ahhh that’s my boy! See son – I told you. You think that feels good boy? You like that? Ha, just wait you aint seen nothing yet”. Ty stood up and told Tom to lay on his back. Ty grabbed a shard and told Tom what was next. “Son, I’m about to put this beautiful shard inside you and when I do you will finally be ready to take me, understand? Now this may burn but you trust daddy now, so I need you to open up and be brave for me”. Ty then grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke it while he proceeded to shove the shard inside Tom. Seconds later Tom was drooling for Ty’s cock, feeling a hunger he had not felt before. Realizing the boy was now ready, Ty stood up in between Tom’s legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" Tom could only whimper in response, his body a live wire of need. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. The poppers and meth had done their job, and the world around him was a haze of sensation and desire. Ty's hand left Tom's cock, and he felt something cold and slick being spread along his crack. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he realized Ty was lubing himself up and that he was about to be ripped open by his new black daddy. The head of Ty’s cock was already nudging at Tom's entrance, the pressure building. "Relax," Ty coaxed, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wait," Tom managed to croak out, his voice thick with desire and fear. "Use a condom, please?" Ty's smile was wicked, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "No condoms needed between father and son boy. You're going to take all of me, raw and bare." Tom's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. "But...but I've never..." "That's what makes it so much better," Ty whispered, his breath hot on Tom's cheek. "I'm going to show you how good it can be." With surprising gentleness, Ty pushed Tom back onto the bed, his weight pressing him into the mattress. Tom felt his own cock throb, his body betraying his fear. Ty reached for the poppers again, placing them in Tom's hand. "Take another hit," he instructed, his voice firm but soft. "And tell me you want me to fuck you bare." Tom took another hit, the room spinning around him as he felt the muscles in his body relax, the fear and tension draining away. "I...I want you raw cock," he murmured, his voice shaking. "Good boy," Ty said, his eyes never leaving Tom's. He leaned in and kissed him, his tongue pushing past Tom's parted lips, tasting the faint hint of poppers and smoke. Tom moaned into the kiss, his hand shaking as he held onto the bottle of poppers, the reality of what he was about to do washing over him. "Ready son? Time to let me in." Tom took a deep breath, his body tensing as Ty pushed the tip of his cock into him. It burned, the madding pain sharp and intense, but the meth and the poppers had made everything feel so much more intense that even the pain was a thrill. He took another hit, the room swimming around him as Ty pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling him up until he couldn't take any more. "Fuck," Tom breathed, his nails digging into the pillow. "It's so big, I don’t know if I can do this”. “Trust me son, you can take it” Ty responded, before sliding his entire ten inches of thick black cock in the boy’s virgin hole. Tom’s mouth hung open, his body in shock at how it had just been ripped open. He sucked in a huge breathe of air and then let out a scream the entire neighborhood could hear. "That's it," Ty said, his voice strained. "Take it all." With one final thrust, Ty was fully seated inside Tom, his thick cock buried to the hilt. Tom's body spasmed, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure and pain mixed into a delicious cocktail that had him panting for more. "You're so tight," Ty said, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight." The pain started to dull and something new was beginning to replace it. Tom took another hit from the poppers and felt Ty begin to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Tom's toes curling. Ty's cock stretched him wide, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, nothing he'd ever dreamed of. “Fuck me, please daddy fuck me” Tom moaned. Ty was pumping into Tom, all the way into the hilt, out to the head, hitting Tom’s spot with each pump. “Look at me son” Ty demanded as he continued to pump in and out. “Dad is so proud of you. You learned to love this black cock, didn’t you?” “Yes sir” Tom responded. “Say it” Ty told him. “I love my daddy’s big black cock. Fuck it is so deep inside me and I love it. I exist to be used by daddy’s black cock and I promise to be a brave boy and earn daddy’s load”. His words drove Ty wild and the assault on the boy’s virgin ass grew exponentially more extreme. He was slamming his cock into the boy harder than he had ever fucked before. He was giving the boy all he had to give, every inch of the massive man was inside the boy, throbbing more with each pump. Tom’s eyes had completely rolled back in his head and for a moment he thought he had left his body. Ty grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke him in tune with the rhythm of the fuck. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. Tom's hand found its way back to the poppers, taking hit after hit as he felt his orgasm build. Ty's cock was like a piston, driving into him, and the sensations were almost too much to handle. His dick was hard and leaking precum, slapping against his stomach with each thrust. "You're going to cum for me," Ty said, his voice a command. "You're going to cum while I'm inside you." Tom nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the tension coil tightly in his balls. The poppers had him on edge, had him feeling every sensation in high definition. He could feel Ty's cock throb with each thrust, could feel his own prostate being massaged with a precision that was almost unbearable. With a final, powerful push, Ty hit that sweet spot, and Tom's orgasm exploded through him, his cock spurting cum all over his stomach and chest. The contractions of his ass milked Ty's cock, and with a roar, Ty came, his hot seed filling Tom up, the sensation of being bred changing Tom forever. Tom was feeling Ty's cock twitch and throb deep inside him, releasing a hot flood of cum that filled him completely. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent him spiraling over the edge and just as he thought he couldn’t cum anymore he was thrust into the most intense climax of his life. "Oh fuck," Tom moaned, his body convulsing as he came again, spurts of hot cum shooting from his own cock, painting his stomach and chest. Ty didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he chased his own release. "Yeah, that's it," he groaned, his eyes locked on Tom's face, watching the ecstasy play out across his features. Tom felt the pressure build, the tightness in his ass giving way to a feeling of fullness that was almost too much to handle. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him crying out. "Fuck," Ty breathed, his body shaking as he pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. "Look what you made me do son." Tom looked down at himself, his body covered in sweat and cum, feeling more alive than he ever had before. He'd just smoked meth and then been fucked bareback by a man, and it had been the most intense, mind-blowing experience of his life. "You liked that, didn't you?" Ty asked, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You liked taking my big, black cock raw." Tom couldn't deny it. His body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he could feel Ty's cum leaking out of him, a sticky reminder of what had just happened. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I liked it." "I knew you would," Ty said, leaning in to kiss him again. His tongue slipped into Tom's mouth, tasting himself, and Tom couldn't help but moan at the sensation. The two men lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before Ty pulled away. "But that's just the beginning," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with lust. "We've got all night and you little white boy still have a lot to learn”.

I was browsing Grindr, not having much luck. I talked to multiple men, some I had met before, others I had not. None were accepting my offer of a hole to breed. Frustrated, I put my phone down and moved to my PC, planning on finding porn and using a toy for the evening. I started with bbrt, hoping for someone to take an interest. Signing in, my inbox was as good as useless; CumUnion and a non-starter "Oink!" message. Shifting my attention to the quick connect ads, I felt my eyes light up. "NEED LOOSE HOLE - HMU." I knew I had to message him, no matter the profile attached. I looked anyway. Clicking his profile name, I saw a man I couldn't resist. A muscle bear who enjoyed fisting and poz verbal. Same age as me, versatile and claimed a big dick, though had no dick pic. I didn't care about the lack of picture, as his being into fisting was enough, no matter his size. His face and body pictures showed an attractive man with great definition and plenty of body hair. I sent a message before I checked his entire profile, hoping I'd catch his attention and he'd want me. I was slim, stubbled and handsome. Not a twink, but not too far from the label. Tall, hairy and slightly muscled. Cub or otter, I couldn't say myself, but confident. While I waited for a reply, I continued looking at the man's profile. Very little detail apart from the fact that he was HIV positive. The line about poz verbal made more sense to me, then. I checked and rechecked his pictures, hoping he'd reply to the message I'd sent him. I checked the quick connect ad he'd posted a couple more times, along with my own profile and the message I'd sent him: "Loose hole looking." Had I been too direct? Should I have said "Hi" first? His reply came back within 15 minutes with an address and a phone number. I sent him a message, letting him know I was able to travel to him and I was still eager, that I'd set off to the address given within a few minutes. The man replied quickly, letting me know I'd be able to let myself in and that I should reply once I was outside his home and await instruction. I was already hard, but his message made my dick pulse. I got ready, ran down to my car and set off. The journey took me just over 30 minutes, when I check the time. I sent a fresh message to let my hook up know I was outside and awaiting his orders. I looked out my car window at the building. I was impressed, but surprised at the lack of security measures. No gates, open doors and apparently no one to challenge me just walking through the front door. My phone buzzed and I checked it immediately, excited for the meet I was about to have. "In the front door apt#2 on left door open strip inside come to bedroom listen for porn". My dick sprung up, I was ready for this. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, which was neither locked, nor manned and looked to the left. Apartment 2 was next to the main door and ajar. I walked towards it and pushed it open. Stepping inside, I closed it behind and began to strip. I slipped off my shoes, my jumper and t-shirt, followed by my jeans, socks and boxers. Stood naked in a stranger's hallway, I listened for the sound of porn. I could hear the sound of sex. Moans of a man in pleasure and a male voice talking to him, though I couldn't make out what was being said. I passed two doors and around a corner before I could see an open doorway and light projected on the wall in view. I could make out the voice, now. "You want my poz load? Fuck yeah. Take my dirty dick." Walking into the room, I saw the muscle bear in all his glory, sat on a wide, padded chair next to his bed. He was as handsome, muscular and hairy as his pictures showed. His legs were spread wide and his hand was working his hard dick, while he watched the pozzing porn on the screen behind me. I could barely believe my eyes, looking at his dick. He didn't lie, he was hung. Maybe not in length, but definitely in girth. I'd seen as long, but never as thick. "Get it wet, boy." He spoke to me, in a deep, sultry voice. I didn't wait to follow his instruction. I moved forward into the room, eyes glued to his member, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward and put my mouth over his head. My jaw was stretched and before I knew it, I had to wrap my lips around my teeth or I'd risk scratching him. "Good boy. You know how to treat a big dick, don't you?" He asked. I murmured assent, knowing he meant about my lips to avoid my teeth on his dick. I hadn't spoke a word to him, yet. That didn't matter, I knew I had to work his dick, or I'd regret it, despite his lack of threats. I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft. I worked hard, bobbing back against the pressure he applied, getting my spit further and further down him, towards his balls. I cupped them, pulled at them softly and switched hands over again, hoping it'd be something he enjoyed. When I was allowed up for air, I gasped with strings of saliva connecting me back to his head. I used my hands to roll back his foreskin and spread my spit down to his balls. His dick glistened in the low light of the TV behind me. I spat on his dick and moved my mouth back onto him. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty cunt," he said to me. I replied with a happy noise and continued my work. I was told I had to get him wet and so I would. "That's enough lube, get on the bed," I was told. Eyes watering, I did as I was told. I got off my knees, turned and climbed on his bed, taking my chance to look at the screen. It was a compilation video of pozzing scenes. I recognised most of them, they'd been around for years. "On your back, boy," I heard from behind me. I flipped myself over and raised my legs above my head, pulling my knees to my chest. I looked the man in charge in the eye and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Good boy," he said as he dropped to his knees. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as he started to eat my hole. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into my hole. "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on and he worked my hole so well. He pulled away to say "you like that, boy? You want that cunt worked open?" "Yes, please," I moaned back to him as he dove back between my cheeks. He stood back up and turned to his night stand. Picking up a brown bottle, he uncapped it, sniffed it, then offered it to me, before spitting directly down onto his dick and moving his hips forward. I took the bottle and sniffed like he did. I sniffed again, knowing the stretch I was about to feel with only spit. I felt his head at my hole, pushing forward. "Oh, god," I managed, as his thick member forced its way into me. I huffed the poppers again, trying to adjust before he fucked in earnest. "Oh fuck yes, good boy." "Thank you, Sir. You're so fucking thick, start slow please." I begged him. He was kind, he started slow. I huffed poppers as he slowly got me used to his girth and spat on his dick every few thrusts. Hearing the poz porn from the TV, and watching his body over me turned me on. I loved watching and feeling him spit on his dick while he was still inside me, getting me ready for what was to come. "You feel nice and loose now. You ready for my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "Yes, please, sir. My hole's all yours, I'm ready for you," I replied to him, clinging to his body. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso. I could feel him starting to sweat, I was too. Our hair was starting to matt. He leaned back up, breaking my arms' grip. He spat in my face, to my delight. My dick pulsed and he chuckled, "Filthy cunt. Look at your dick. You've covered us both in pre-cum." I moaned back at him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. "Do you pre-cum?" I asked him. "Yeah I do. You like that? You like my poz pre-cum?" "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted back at him. "Give me more!" He laughed at me. "I knew you were a sleazy bottom. Are you on PreP, boy?" "No, Sir." I stated, still moaning around the words. "Good boy. You gonna take my loads tonight? I'm not on meds." "Yes, Sir. I want your toxic dick! I want your loads. Give it to me!" The verbal I'd been watching for years burst out of me. I'd always enjoyed it, but never knew I'd commit to it so wholeheartedly. "Fuck yes, boy. I was hoping you'd want my gift." He started to pound me and I started to moan like a bitch in heat. His dick stretched me out, giving me the sensation I'd enjoyed on toys and fists. I moved my hands over his body, enjoying the sweat dripping off him and encouraging him to fuck me harder, while I egged him on. "Breed me, infect me. Give me your poz load. Don't pull out, keep going. I want it, Sir, give it to me," I told him. "You're gonna get it. I'm gonna mark you, boy. Make you mine. Your cunt is mine now, you're mine. I'm gonna give you my poz strain." He whispered back. He fucked me hard, flipped me over and fucked harder. "You want it, boy? You sure you want my toxic load? Fucking say it!" "I want it, Sir. Give me your toxic load! I want you to infect me. I want your dirty dick inside me, Sir. I need it." I shouted back at him. His movements were getting more frantic. He was going to cum soon and I could feel my dick bouncing against me. I had to concentrate not to cum before he did, I didn't want to disappoint him. His rhythm was getting quicker and he started moaning. I encouraged him "that's it, keep going, cum inside me, don't pull out. Please breed me. I want it, poz me, Sir. Give me that toxic load." He moaned louder than he had and stopped moving for a second, before carrying on pumping. I could feel his thick dick pulsing inside my hole and I pushed back into him. I wanted every drop. I wanted his load inside me completely. Once he'd stopped thrusting, he chuckled one last time and pulled out. I clenched my hole down once I realised what he was doing and spun round to clean his dick. "Oh fuck, boy. Ah. Ah. Stop!" Pulling me off his dick he said, "I'm too sensitive after I cum. But that was hot, ass to mouth is hot. Now get back up on the bed. On your back. I'm gonna work that load in."

I saw the same post and also was surprised. I didn’t realise some generations had a dislike for the word. I call mine a cock or a dick. If you don’t like me using the former word, you’re not gonna get mine anyway.

I was home with the family one evening, and was hit up by another married guy on one of the apps. My wife falls asleep fairly early, so I had him come over when she was asleep and met him in my RV that is parked about 100ft from the house. He was a hot tall chubby guy with a good sized dick that felt awesome stretching my ass. We flip fucked and I came in his ass. He bent me over and fucked me hard and gave what I later learned was a massive load. I could feel the cum exert pressure, so I let it out so it wouldn't come out in the bed with my wife next to me. There was quite a bit. The next morning was nice and warm and so I was sitting outside in just my thin shorts and a t-shirt. Luckily I was alone because when I got up to get more coffee, I saw a big wet spot on the chair, and of course, my shorts. There was that unmistaken fishy smell of fermented cum, which I love. I couldn't believe how much cum that guy shot! I snuck into the house, cleaned up a bit and put on clean shorts. I was never able to hook up with that guy again, unfortunately.

I'd say that 8 or 9 out of 10 guys who fuck me do so raw without any conversation beforehand.

I had a great time as a barefucking top in Secteur X, L'Impact and Keller. Even had the chance fucking Keller bar's wardrobeman when he showed up in the darkroom just before closing time.

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Can't wait for all the piggy, pointed fun to come.

That would be fine, for you. The vast majority of the rest of us do not want to have to verify our ID to visit websites, especially as that verification site is likely going to track where you go and what you do. In the US, at least, we have a constitutional right to access information online anonymously (for now). Whether that will be upheld next time it comes up, in the case of one of these state laws demanding we identify ourselves to access "adult" content, is an open question. I'd like to think it would be, but these days one just cannot be sure.

No, it's not a geezer word, but geezer is definitely a geezer word, & not only that --- the question itself is a geezer question!

Fuck yesss! Cock is so much better than pussy!

When I went on PrEP a few years ago, I stopped asking tops to wear condoms. Since then I have only had a couple of tops insist on using a condom. A few have gotten a condom out but discarded it when I said they could go bare, but most just go bare without saying anything.

I once had a divorced fuck buddy that had a GF for appearances. So a younger guy that worked for him who liked to dress up like a chick in panties, hose, and a tight dress. He would take the guy out into the country and fuck him on the tailgate of his pickup truck. I wanted to join them, but the guy was so afraid of being outed that he would only play with his boss. He kept his girl clothes in a bag behind the seat of his pickup. One day, his wife found the bag and wanted to know why women's clothes were in his truck. He lied to his wife and said he had met a woman to keep from revealing that he was a closeted cross-dresser. His wife didn't leave him. He had a toned porn star looking body as I remember, I would have enjoyed breeding him. I did finally get to breed his boss one night. He liked it, and I think it scared him. It happens.

Chapter Four Dallas Prep Just Down the Hall “So Devon, even after that you considered yourself straight?” “Um, yeah…kinda? I mean it’s weird cause it’s different with Sammy.” “How so?” I had to think a minute to get the words right, “Sammy is…well when you’re around him it’s like…there is no gay or straight, everyone is into him. He is just…I mean…everyone wants Sammy on some level so when you give in it isn’t being gay, it’s just…submitting to nature?” They all paused before typing on their tablet, “So the two of you went to sleep, what happened next?” I squirmed a little, I mean it wasn’t like they didn’t already know… Sighing I started to tell them… I woke up slowly, feeling warm and content… Someone was behind me…spooning me…what the… And then it came back to me, Sammy…fuck Sammy and I had gotten stoned and fooled around. Shit, I must have passed out and he just curled up next to me. His hands were around my waist, and I could feel his face against my back. It felt nice, I mean I’d never thought about cuddling with a guy before but for some reason with Sammy, it felt ok. I moved a little to lie back down and froze when I felt it. His cock was laying in my crack, he was hard as he slept, and it felt like it was another arm back there. Jesus Christ, it was so warm…I stayed still to see if he was awake, but his breathing was slow, and it was pretty clear he was out. Now let me make some shit clear. I am not a fag. I’m not. I love girls, I jerk off thinking about fucking girls all the time and all I do is chase pussy. It was the main reason I went along with my dad’s whole born-again shit, I thought Christan girls would give it up easier since it was all forbidden, I didn’t think they’d take all this crap seriously. So yeah, not a fag. But… All guys look. Anyone who says they don’t is a fucking liar and that’s the truth. Every guy looks and everyone is impressed by how big it is. John was a beast; he was a class ahead of me and was a fucking legend. One, he was built like a Mack truck, he was easily the biggest guy at our school and everyone knew it. But past that was what we knew in the locker room. John Parker had a fucking horse cock and he loved to show it off. He would wander around out of the shower, towel around his neck, cock swinging like it was a fucking fire hose. Well stared, we all were awed by it, and I had to admit, it turned me on in a weird way. Not like I wanted to date him or shit, but I would imagine if I had that cock, what I would do…and I’d get all worked up. I was a little obsessed with him, but I don’t think he ever noticed. And now here was Sammy… It was like a mini John, sent back in time and my head was spinning… All of those feelings were churning around in my head, I was still stoned from his brownies and it has been fucking months since I was able to rail someone…let me say it again, I’m not a fag… But I did slide my ass down, feeling his cock move through my buns, turning me the fuck on. God, it was so big…I slowly pushed back, moving my ass up and down that massive shaft…shit, I could never tell anyone about this. He let out a small moan and I stopped, the last thing I needed was this little stud waking up to find me humping myself on his horse dick. When he settled down and I slowly started up again, I could feel he was excited, he was leaking precum in my crack, making it easier to grind. We were also under the covers, so we were starting to sweat, God why was this so hot? The feeling of his dick trolling my ass was just off the charts insane… “Fuck…” I whispered, speeding up some, feeling his entire length move up and down my ass, just slamming it home how much more a man he was than me. It was like John was behind me, showing off his cock, proving how much more a stud than me he was, bitching me out like the jock cunt I was… Fuck I was still high, I was thinking some crazy shit… I had lost myself in my lust, sliding back and forth on his cock when I felt his hand grip my cock. “Oh…” I moaned as I felt him push as I slid down, his hand slowly stroking me. “You like that Devon?” he whispered, “You like my cock…” In the dark, it was so easy to imagine he was John, all my resistance fading as I moaned and pushed hard against him, “So fucking big…” “Yeah, come on,” he growled, “Push back on my cock, grind that ass…” I let out a small sob as I did just that, debasing myself on this kid’s massive tool pretending he was his older brother. He both writhed on our sides, our hips moving up and down as he trolled the length of my ass as I pushed back hard to get traction…we were both covered in sweat now as we sped up, me moving my ass down as he thrust up. I was lost in my own degradation, so I didn’t hear something move in the hallway, but Sammy did. He froze in place as I kept grinding… And impaled myself on the head of his cock. His other hand lashed out and covered my mouth as I let out a low moan, feeling him push into my hole slowly. “Shhh…” he said quietly, “You wanna wake someone up?” I closed my eyes and shook my head as the thought of my dad walking in on me getting fucked went through my head. His head was in me, my hole was fluttering around it, I expected more pain, but we were so sweaty he had just slipped in there like it was nothing. “Relax,” he said, slowly moving his hand, “Breathe…” “S-Sammy…” I panted, “Wait…” “Come on Devon…let me just keep it there…you feel so good…” Oh god, he was in me…I could feel him slowly going deeper… “Move your leg,” he said softly, “Come on…let me in…” I groaned as I lifted my leg, letting him sink deeper into me, “Oh fuck…” I hissed. “So tight,” he purred, pausing halfway and rocking back and forth, letting me adjust. “You feel me? You like that cock?” “Sammy…oh fuck…” I moaned, feeling my ass start to relax, “You’re in me…” “You have such a perfect cunt,” he said, and I felt the shame move through me, “Isn’t this what you wanted John to do to you? How bad have you wanted a Parker cock in you?” Another sob as my cock began to harden again, his words exposing truths I never wanted to look at. “Yeah, open that pussy up, Devon, push back on that cock…get it…surrender to what you’ve always wanted…” I told myself not to but slowly, inch by inch, I pushed back, letting this kid bitch me out in my own bed! It hurt but at the same time I was so turned on, that cock was too much…it was like a part of me wanted it to debase me, to use me…he was right, it was everything I dreamed John would do to me. Slowly but surely, he entered me, each agonizing inch pulling me further down into a daze I wasn’t going to get out of. I was pushing back onto his cock, not caring if I was a fag or not, just needing as much his meat as I could get. When I felt his pubes press up against my ass, I knew that I had done it, I had taken his whole cock…I had let this kid fuck me willingly and I wanted more… “I’m in you,” he whispered in my ear, “You feel my cock up in your pussy?” I nodded, feeling him just stretching my ass walls like a fucking baseball bat. “Beg me to fuck your jock pussy Dev,” he commanded, “I wanna hear you cry for it…” The last of my manhood broke as I felt him thrust into me and I blurted out, “Please Sammy…fuck my cunt…please make me your bitch…” I was sobbing, knowing there was no coming back from this. His hand went around my throat, “You wanna be my whore?” I nodded, “Please…” He grabbed my leg and moved it, turning me onto my back. He grabbed each of my legs, spreading them wide like I was just some cheerleader bimbo he was laying pipe into. I saw him over me, toned pecs, tight six-pack, just a flawless body hovering over me as he pressed his cock back to my hole. “Oh…” I gasped, realizing what was about to happen. “Such a tight cunt…” he said as he pushed into me again, making me groan as I feel his horse cock destroy my once virgin hole. He held my legs wide as he penetrated me, I had given him full access to my most private spot and there was no way to go back now. His shaft expanded my ass and I whimpered as I felt every inch destroy my cunt…the alpha jock I was being crushed under that dick…leaving a jock slut begging Sammy Parker to fuck me. “Oh, Sammy…” I slurred, feeling my head spin from his cock, I was so full, so used…this is what I had wanted John to do to me. Use me, own me, make me his cock sleeve, and then make me beg for more. I could see my thick legs pointing towards my ceiling, my toes curling as this kid bottomed out in me, all ten inches of Parker pride buried in my jock pussy… “Oh, that’s nice…” he said, holding his cock all the way in me, my ass fluttering around his shaft, “You like that Devon? You like being my cunt?” I nodded, feeling his thickness just own me. He pulled a few inches back and I gasped, my back arching as I felt him slide out of me. One second pause and then he slammed back into me, making my hard cock burp up precum over my six-pack. He pulled out again and I bit my bottom lip as I waited for him to punch my cunt again. Every time he thrust into me, he nudged something, slid past something that was like an electrical current inside of me. My whole body shook as he moved over it, it was like a direct line to my cock and every time he slid over it I felt my resolve slip. I had two handfuls of my sheets as he slowly fucked me, I was moaning his name as my head thrashed back and forth, each shot driving me more and more insane. When he asked, “Who’s cunt it this?” my mouth instantly began to babble, “Yours Sammy…oh god yours…harder…fuck me harder…” I couldn’t believe this was my voice saying this, but his cock was touching things inside of me I had never even imagined I had. The more he fucked me the more I wanted to be fucked, all I could think of was his elephant cock splitting me in two and how much I wanted more. “You gonna be my girlfriend?” he asked, his face over mine, “You gonna be my main slut?” His words burned but I couldn’t stop myself, “Oh yes Sammy, I’m your girl…I’ll be your girl…oh fuck, you’re so big…please…” “You gonna do what I say?” Another nod, “Anything…fuck anything you want…” He chuckled and started slamming me harder, making me squeak as I feel my guts get rearranged by this little stud. All I could do was hold on as his monster cock destroyed my pussy, my cock leaking all over my abs as I was so close to shooting… He let go of my legs and leaned in really laid into me. My legs wrapped around his slim waist as I began to pull myself up to meet his thrusts, I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted his cock to split me in half. He leaned in and really began to pump me, and I knew if he kept it up he would make me shoot untouched. “You’re,” THRUST. “My.” THRUST. “CUNT.” THRUST, he growled as his hips began to blur, my eyes rolled back in my head as I felt him use me like the whore he had made me. I felt his cock throb in me and I knew he was breeding me, the fact this little stud was painting my guts with his load pushed me over the edge, and untouched my cock began to shoot, spraying my pecs and abs with hot cum, my mind exploding from the fact I had just been fucked like a girl and loved it. He kept fucking me, making sure every drop of his load was deposited in me, while my body shook from the last drops of cum leaving my cock. He collapsed on top of me, his cock still lodged in me. My hands wrapped around him, and we lay there, covered in sweat and cum. He looked up and smiled at me and I felt my stomach spin as I realized I was sweet on this kid. He leaned forward and kissed me, and I found myself kissing him back, letting him lead the kiss like he was the man here and I was just his well fucked girl. We made out for a long time, my own dick stirring under his attention, god this kid turned me on! He broke the kiss, “Like that?” I nodded, there was no denying I did. “You gonna let me fuck you whenever,” he said, nudging me slightly with his still-hard cock, making me moan despite myself. I nodded again; I was ashamed by what just happened, but I was so turned on… “So, you said you’d do anything…” “Anything,” I whispered, feeling his cock still in me… He leaned in and kissed me, “I’m going to hold you to that.” We made out for a while and then he pulled out of me, telling me to turn over so he could big spoon me. I moved and he curled up behind me, his cock sliding up my crack again…my own dick getting hard in response. Within a few minutes, he was asleep, making me doze off, wishing he would fuck me again, I woke up with his cock slapping my face. He had straddled my face and was slapping my cheeks with his hard cock. For a moment I was shocked and then my mouth opened instantly, the desire to taste his cock overtaking me in seconds. “Come on bitch,” he teased. “Get your morning meal…” The shame was brutal, I wasn’t high anymore, this wasn’t the middle of the night, this was sun out, wide awake, little stud beating me with his donkey dick. There was nowhere to hide now, nothing to blame it on, this was me, mouth open, moaning, frantic to suck on this kid’s dick first thing in the morning. Sammy Parker had bitched me into his fag… I was able to lick at his head a few times, but he was keeping it away on purpose, he moved over, and his balls were over my mouth, “Lick my balls…” I greedily took one of his huge balls into my mouth, rolling it around, relishing the sigh of pleasure I drew from him. My cock was rock hard, just from servicing him, oh god what had he done to me. I shifted to the other one and he was practically purring as he slowly stroked his cock over my face. “Oh yeah…good girl…such a good fucking slut…” I wondered how many people he had made do this to him, how many guys had gone to sleep men and woke up cunts, servicing his superior tool like the bitches we were. How many alpha jocks had fallen to this micro stud? How many more would? He moved up more, now his taint over my mouth and I began to lick and clean him. “Oh fuck…” he moaned as I lavished his taint with my tongue. This was so nasty, serving another guy like this but I was so turned on, so fucking horny…his moans were like candy, and I had to have more…so much more. I grabbed his thighs and moved down myself, my tongue licking around his tight hole. He gasped as he felt me lightly probe him, my tip touching his hole and making it twitch. I had always dreamed of eating a girl out, plunging my tongue into her pussy and making her quiver…but here I was, tongue at his ass, pushing in, desperate to make him squirm and moan as I got him off. “Devon…” he gasped as my tip pushed into him, I could imagine his head thrown back as he felt his new bitch rim him out. I was disgusted by myself, why was I doing this? But my cock was leaking like a faucet as I dug deeper and deeper into him. I heard him give a low, “Fuck yeah,” and he began to pump his cock in time to my thrusts, I ate him out thoroughly as he pushed back down onto my face, stroking that baseball bat of a dick, “Harder…come on Devon get in there…” I pushed him down harder, trying my best to get as much in him as possible, his hand was a blur now on his cock as he began to bounce down on my face. “Fuck me…fuck me…” he began to chant, and I felt my own balls start to tingle… “Shit…shit…” he said, pulling off my face and pushing his cock down towards me. He stroked maybe three times before what felt like gallons of cum hit me in the face, spraying me everywhere with his load…making my own cock go off in response. I held my mouth open, trying to catch as much of his load as I could, feeling my own dick explode with pleasure…just from serving this kid. When he was done, he looked down at me and then leaned in and started to lick my face, lapping his load off before kissing me, We shared his cum in a kiss as I pulled him into an embrace and made out for a long while, his body writhing against mine in the morning sun. “Morning,” he said after we had calmed down, he was laying on my chest, finger tracing one of my nipples. “Hey,” I said back, blown away by what this kid made me feel. He looked up at me, “Good night?” He was asking if I was ok with all of it, he was giving me a chance to back out. If I said I didn’t remember much then things reset and we went our separate ways, and there was a large part of me that wanted just that. I didn’t want to be a fag, someone’s bitch, I was a real man, a jock, an alpha dog, I fucked people, I didn’t get fucked… But I could feel his soft cock laying against my leg and knew…I wanted to be fucked again so bad… “Great night,” I said, pulling him up for a kiss. Another round of making out before he pulled back, “We better get up before your brother or dad comes looking for us.” Shit, he was right. I got up and pulled on some underwear as he searched his bag for fresh clothes, “I’m gonna use your bathroom ok?” I nodded as he walked in, leaving the door cracked. I threw on a shirt and walked out into the hall, where Sean was standing there looking concerned. “Have you seen Sammy?” I panicked for a moment, wondering if he knew what we had done, but then remembered they had a thing before I showed up from the formal last night. “Yeah, he crashed on my floor last night, what happened?” I asked, already knowing most of the answer. “Um, he shaved me, and I freaked out…is he mad?” “He might be, Sean…look you need friends. When you freak out about shit like that it just makes you look like the weird Christian kid.” He nodded and looked down, “I know.” “He’s taking a shower, when he gets out, I’d be as nice as I could to him. He’s the most popular kid in school, if he likes you a lot of other people will too.” He nodded again. “Come on, cheer up. Sammy is a nice guy; he’ll get over it.” “You think?” I nodded, “Dad here?” “He already left for the gym.” “Then go downstairs and start breakfast, I bet he will be more forgiving with food.” He smiled and ran downstairs in a flash… I walked back in and peeked in the shower and saw him there through the glass, perfectly tanned body, every muscle highlighted with water as it cascaded down him, he had his cock in one hand, slowly stroking himself as he played with a nipple. It was like having a porn being shot in my shower. I locked my door, stripped, and slid into the shower stall with him, coming up behind him and pulling him close. “Took you long enough,” he said, leaning back into me. “Can I?” I asked, looking at his cock. “You wanna play with it?” I nodded, eyes wide. “Go for it,” he said letting go. My hand touched it and I was instantly hard; I couldn’t even get my hand around it the thing was so thick. Oh my god, it as like nothing I had ever touched before. It was so much bigger than my cock that it seemed like it was another life form. He sighed as I stroked him, my other hand moving down his smooth, tanned chest, marveling at how fucking perfect this little stud was. “Is this what you wanted to do with John?” he asked as I moved up and down his shaft, “Play with his monster cock and then let him bitch you out?” All I could do was nod as I watched his cock in my hand, it seemed even bigger somehow, I was transfixed. “So now you’re my bitch?” he asked. Another nod. He pushed me back and then spun me around, making me face the wall, “Then be a good bitch…” I felt his cock slide up my ass and touch my hole, I gasped as he pushed into me, breaching my cunt in one stroke. “Oh god…” I moaned, feeling him use my jock cunt as he wanted, I had no say in it, I was just a hole for him to use. And I loved it. “Look,” he said, pushing my head to the left… And I saw myself in the bathroom mirror, leg up, cock impaling my ass, look of ecstasy on my face as he began to slam into me harder. “Look at you, built jock, looking like an alpha man when all you are is a pussy…a jock pussy for me…right?” I couldn’t look away from myself being fucked, I nodded and saw the misery on my face as I realized I had given my manhood up for that cock. I watched as the kid destroyed my guts as he fucked me faster and faster, making me moan as my own cock throbbed. A knock on my door almost made me scream and I heard Sean, “Hey you guys want pancakes?” Sammy didn’t stop if anything he sped up as I called out, “GREAT! YEAH! OH FUCK YEAH!” I heard Sean mumble, “Ok I’ll make pancakes,” before walking away. “You’re my cunt?” I nodded, feeling my balls start to tingle. He was going to make me cum hands-free again. “Then I need your help…” “Anything,” I assured him. “Great, cause I’m going to fuck your little brother…and I need your help…” There was an image of Sean, on his back while I held his legs spread, Sammy slamming his cock into him, my little brother calling out in ecstasy… I came like a freight train, spraying my load all over the shower wall as my pussy walls clenched down on Sammy's cock, making him shoot. I felt him shoot into me and there was a perverse pleasure as I realized he had bred me again. He kept pumping until the last drop was gone…and then slid out of my abused cunt… “Sammy…” I began to say, and he pushed my head to the wall. “Clean your mess up…” he said, pushing my face into my load. Slowly I began to lap my load up as he watched, nodding the whole time. When I was done, he let my head go, “Me and Sean are going to work out all day, when we’re done, I’m going to give him a massage. I want you in his closet, filming us.” “But…” “You’re gonna watch me bitch your brother out just like I did you last night…aren’t you?” I wanted to say no, that I wouldn’t let him touch my little brother…but the thought of it…the image of it… I felt my cock throb and I just nodded. “And you’re going to tape it, why?” Sighing I closed my eyes and said, “Because I’m going to jerk off to it later.” He smiled and slapped my ass, “Good girl,” and got out of the shower. I watched him change and wondered, how had I gotten myself into this?

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Chapter Three Eden Prep “Did you pursue him?” I shook my head, “No, why would I? He was freaked and I don’t need to force myself on someone. I decided to just leave him alone, sides he liked it.” “But he was distressed.” “And? My brother Eli has convinced himself he is a born again Christian because he is wigged out by liking guys. I’ve seen this before, pushing only sends them deeper into the closet. I gave him a taste…he would be back.” “So what did you do instead?” I made up a bed on the couch in the family room and changed into some sweats. Though I wasn’t expecting him to freak out like that, it wasn’t out of the blue. The thing to do now was to give him space, if I pushed things he would just retreat further and there would be no going forward. Right now, I needed to give him all the space in the world so he could sleep on it, wake up, and realize he overreacted, which is what he will end up thinking. Besides, I still had work I could get done. Devon hadn’t come home from his Church social, which meant there was a teenage jock out there with the body of a fuckboi who had spent a good three hours slow dancing with a girl and not been able to do anything about it. I sat on the couch, staring at the many pictures they had on the mantle, seems they had a church retreat every year that took place on some white water rapids, so there were three years of shirtless photos of them, drenched in water. The dad had a better body than I had imagined, it was pretty obvious where the boys got their genetics from, he had moved up from someone of interest to a full-blown target now. I stroked my cock looking at his hard chest and tight abs…oh yeah…he was the very definition of a DILF. I was two-fisting it, slowly edging myself when I heard Devon’s jeep pull up. Showtime. Now what I needed was shock and awe, something so fucking startling that he would be stunned into submission almost instantly. Normally this would be a challenge, but luckily…John had already taught me what I needed to know… I kicked off my sweats and got into position…and waited. Eden Prep Further Down The Hallway “State your name for the record.” I cleared my throat, “Devon Peirce.” “You are the older brother to Sean correct?” I nodded, “One and the same.” “What would you say your relationship to Samuel Parker is?” I felt my face blush, “Um, friends?” They all typed on their tablets, “Were you attracted to men before you met Mr. Parker?” I shifted in the chair, “Um…I was…I am straight,” I stammered, “I mean…well bi.” More typing, “So you identified as heterosexual?” I nodded. “Even with John Pakrer?” Again my face had to have been beet read, “Um…I never did anything with Johnny!” “Did you?” My mouth slammed shut. After a few seconds one of them said, “Why don’t you just describe the night you met Mr. Parker?” Sighing I nodded, “I had gone out to a church social and was thinking…” Fucking chicks. I swear I spent the entire night with an aching cock and what did I get for it? A kiss and a, “You know we’re waiting for marriage,” shit. FUCK! I cannot wait to get to my room and fucking jerk off, I bet I shoot over my headboard again if I try. I unlock the door and am about to head upstairs when I see the lights on in the family room. Who the hell would be up this late? I toss my keys down and talk over… And my mind just freezes up. I see what I am seeing but there is no way I am seeing what I am seeing. Sitting on the couch is Sammy Parker, naked as the day he was born. Normally I would take a second to appreciate how nice his body is, he looks like John at that age which is saying something. Normally I’d check him out, see how his body compared to mine, but none of that was happening. Nope, I was transfixed by what I was seeing and couldn’t look away. He had leaned forward and had the tip of his cock in his mouth, sucking on it like a baby with a bottle. Every guy had thought about it, but no one I knew could do it, because we didn’t have horse cocks like Sammy. I could not believe how fucking big he was! He was over nine inches and thick as a fucking forearm! On a full-grown man, it would have been huge, on Sammy’s lean body it looked gigantic. His mouth could barely fit around his head as he swirled his tongue around it, it was easily the most erotic thing I had ever seen in real life. Fuck, it was actually hotter than most porn I had seen. I had to have made a noise because he stopped and glanced over at me. He sat up, the head of his cock glistening. He gave me a slight grin, “Oh sorry man, didn’t see you there.” There was no shame, no embarrassment, if anything I looked more bent out of shape than he did, “Um, it’s cool,” I said, still not able to look away. He stroked it a few times and then grabbed his sweats, “I was just bored down here, John taught me that…didn’t expect someone to walk in on me.” He pulled them up but his cock was bulging through the thin cotton, Jesus this kid was packing… “Wait,” I said shaking my head, “What are you doing down here?” He leaned back on the couch, “Um, your brother kinda lost it, so I decided to crash down here and give him his space.” I laughed and sat down in the lounge chair, “What did Sean overreact about now?” “We decided to shave each other, for tryouts…and he…I don’t know…I think he got embarrassed 'cause he sprung wood.” “Yeah, that makes sense,” I said seeing it in my mind’s eye, “Usually I’m the one to shave him, and even then, he gets sideways, he isn’t really used to having friends. A lot of guys think his faith makes him weird.” He shrugged, “Doesn’t bother me, but I just felt it was better to leave him alone.” “Good call,” I said, “Well you can come crash in my room, my dad gets up stupid early and he’ll wake you up.” “You don’t mind?” he asked with a smile. “Nah,” I said standing up, “Come on, grab your stuff.” He picked up his bag and blanket and we went up to my room. He tossed his bag down and in the light, I could see his definition a lot better, man this kid was ripped. John had the same physique at his age, where it was obvious, I worked out, John and Sammy looked buffed and ripped completely naturally. You wouldn’t think it made that much of a difference, but you’d be wrong. “Nice room,” he said, looking around, “So what you want to do?” I tossed my shirt off and began to change, “No idea, am too worked up to crash right now.” “Me too,” he said, “You like brownies?” He had a Tupperware container half filled with chocolate brownies. I could smell the weed from here. “You know what’s in those?” I asked. He smiled, “Do you?” Holy shit this kid was cool, “Fuck yeah.” I said climbing on my bed and taking one, “Where did you get them?” He joined me on the bed, “The rugby guys down the street gave me some.” “The college ones?” I asked impressed, a group of rugby guys had moved in over the summer but I didn’t know Sammy was friends with them. He nodded as he took a bite, “Nice guys, they hook me up when I ask.” I downed mine and took another out of the container. I’d never done weed before, the most I’d ever done was get wasted on vodka with Jimmy Styles over the summer, so this was all new to me. They tasted just like normal brownies…but I didn’t feel anything funny yet. “Yeah, maybe giving your brother one of these was a mistake,” he said finishing his. I began to laugh, “You have Sean a pot brownie?” he nodded, and I began to laugh my ass off. Imagining my straight-edged, nerd little brother high was just too much for me. I fell back onto the bed thinking of Sean stoned…wandering around his room…looking at his hand…it was too much. “More?” I looked up and he was over me with a brownie, I nodded and opened my mouth and he fed me another. “You got some on your mouth…” he said wiping it with his thumb and then sticking it in my mouth. I licked it clean, our eyes locked for a moment before I sat up. “Thanks,” I said quickly, well shit I think I’m high. “Can you feel it?” he asked, and I nodded, feeling a little dizzy but not much. “So can you do me a favor?” I kind of chuckled and he repeated himself. “Devon?” I looked over at him, “Can you do me a favor?” I nodded. He reached into his bag, “Since your brother freaked out,” he pulled out a razor and a can of shaving cream, “Can you do me?” I just stared at him for a second, man he looked like John… “Yes?” he asked. What? Right. “Yeah sure,” I said taking them from him, “Grab a towel from my bathroom.” He got up and was just blown away at his lower back, he had one of those perfect baseball asses that drove chicks crazy. So much cake… He came back and tossed me the towel and then stripped his sweats off with one movement. Holy shit, his cock was soft, and it was as big as mine! This kid was two years younger than me, and he was easily twice my size where it counted…fuck. I just stared as he climbed onto the towel and laid down. “Ready,” he said once he was settled. I shot some shaving cream into my hands and began to move up and down his legs, which were surprisingly built, but then he did play baseball. Once I had his legs lathered up I began to slowly shave him, making sure not to nick or cut him. Once I had his calves done, I moved up to his thighs, repeating the process slowly, and trying not to marvel at how smooth his skin was. “You mind doing my ass,” he asked softly, “Since you’re there.” I nodded instead of answering and began to lather his firm ass up. God, it was so fucking perfect, I mean just two handfuls of pure ass…it took me a second to realize I was just playing with it instead of lathering it up. Fuck, come on Devon, get your head in the game! Once it was lathered I began to shave it, sliding the blade over the firm cheeks, mesmerized by just how fucking hot this kid was… He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, “Get it all ok?” he asked. I froze as I saw his hole winking up at me…a tiny pink jock hole that looked… “Ok?” he asked again. “Yeah, yeah,” he said quickly, “No problem.” I gently moved my fingers between his cheeks, trying not to notice how much it looked like a cunt…and how turned on I was by it… “Make sure you get in there…” he insisted. I shaved him slowly, my eyes hypnotized by his hole…come on Devon…get with it… Once I was done, I sat there, realizing I had a raging hard-on. “Other side?” he asked, flipping over. His cock sprang straight up like a flagpole, Jesus how did this kid get so hung? I know John had a huge cock, but I never got to see it in person like this. I just knelt there, staring, not believing what I was looking at. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly, “It has a mind of its own.” “I bet,” I said under my breath as I tried to focus, “Ok, here we go.” I began to lather the front of his legs, but it was impossible to ignore his cock. I mean it was right there, just bobbing…it was bad enough he had a flawless eight-pack and firm pecs, but that horse cock springing up from a sparse dusting of pubes made everything else seem less somehow. Now that I had time to just look at it I was pretty sure it was closer to ten inches than nine and thicker than any cock I had ever seen in porn or in person. As I shaved him it would sway with every move he made, and damn…why couldn’t I look away? I was close to done on his thighs and he asked, “Can I ask one more favor?” I nodded, trying to look past his cock to his face. “Usually, my bud on the baseball team gets my balls and under, do you mind?” I shook my head, as if in a dream. “Thanks!” he said spreading his legs, “You’re a pal.” I pushed his legs up, folding him in half as I put some cream on his ballsac and tried not to marvel at his fucking big they were. I gently shaved them, trying to ignore the small gasps he was making with each stroke, God why was I so turned on by this? I made sure it was smooth as silk and then looked down at him, “Ok, I need to raise your legs more to get to your taint.” He nodded and I folded him in half, his long legs sticking straight up, his taint exposed. I put some cream on his taint and began to shave him, making sure not to go too fast or too hard, just taking it an inch at a time. I had just begun when I heard a wet sound…a slurping. I kept shaving and it got louder, I looked around his waist and almost dropped the razor. He had the head of his cock in his mouth again, eyes closed as he sucked on it, servicing himself as I shaved him. I went back to shaving him, my hands shaking as I imagined what he was doing… Once his taint was clean, I lower his legs and they wrapped around my waist, his cock sticking up between us. “You’re done…” I said in a halting voice. “Sorry,” he said with a smile, “It’s hard not to when it’s right there.” I nodded, dazed. He nudged the base of it and propped it up, “You wanna try?” I nodded again, Jesus it was so big… He leaned up and grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down…my lips moving down to his cock. “Come on Devon, go for it…” he whispered as my lips touched his cock, “It’s just us…” He sounded so much like John that I felt my eyes flutter as I licked his cock head, giving in to my innermost desires. Once I tasted him, I couldn’t stop, I took as much of him in my mouth, my jaw straining to take this kid’s cock into me. “Oh yeah Devon,” he said, pushing my head down more, that donkey dick filling my mouth, pressing my tongue down as it filled me completely. What was I doing? I pulled back and rolled my tongue around his huge cock, imagining it was John all those years ago…the fact it was some kid younger than me, somehow made it even hotter. I pulled off his head and grabbed it with one hand, not able to reach around the whole thing, and began to lick up and down its length, worshipping it as I went, losing my mind one lick at a time. The things I could do with this cock, the pussy I would slay…the looks I would get…but instead all I could do was lick this kid’s cock and feel myself drowning in shame as I bitch myself out to this little stud. “Lick my nuts,” he ordered, and I took one of them into my mouth and began to roll it around, relishing the ooohs and aaahhs coming from him. Turning him on was turning me on, what the hell? I took the other one and slathered his balls with my spit, getting more and more turned on. “Lower…” he growled and like the beta cunt I was, I did as he said. I went lower and licked under his balls, and then gnawed at his newly shaved taint…as I went lower I became desperate to see his hole again. I shoved his cheeks apart and shoved my tongue into his hole in the same way I imagined I’d eat my girlfriend out if I ever had the chance. His gasp was like pure sex as I plunged deeper into his little jock hole, making this stud shake in place as I ate his perfect baseball ass out… “Devon…fuck…” he moaned. I tongue fucked him, desperate to get back some of my masculinity back, if I could eat him out that would make him the girl right? God this kid had me spun. “Wait…wait…” he said pushing my face off his hole. I came up out of breath, looking up at him with a longing I didn’t think I would ever feel about a guy, “I wanna suck you too…” I nodded and we moved into a 69 position, and I was face to face with that fucking cock again… “God damn kid…” I said, licking his tip without being told or prompted. He moaned as he began to suck my cock, my first actual blowjob! Holy shit! He took me entirely into his mouth, another reminder I was nowhere as big as him. I felt shame fill me as this kid’s cock engulfed my entire mouth and more…making me gag with only half his length. I was losing my mind serving him, I had never in a million years thought of myself as gay, but this kid was so hot and his dick was so big…I was as turned on more by him than by any five girls I had ever talked to. His mouth was incredible, I mean I had never had a blow job before but the things he was doing felt fucking amazing! My entire cock was in his mouth, and he was playing with my balls with one hand…oh my god what was he doing to me? I gagged and choked on his cock as he pushed into my mouth, owning me like I was just some jock bitch here to please him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I took his cock the best I could, his mouth sending me to a whole other level of heaven. He slipped his cock out of my mouth and moved between my legs, he pushed them apart and I felt his tongue begin to lick around my hole. Oh god! I felt his tongue trace around my hole and felt my toes curl, he paused, “Come on Devon, let me in that jock pussy…” He went back and I moaned as I felt my ass relax, horrified I was letting this kid eat me out like I was a bimbo. My head fell back as I felt him enter me, oh my god… “Sammy…oh god…oh…more…” I heard myself beg, not believing what I was saying or feeling. He pressed my cheeks back and I felt his tongue probe me, touching me in places I would never think I’d let a guy touch. My whole body was shaking, feeling this little stud lick my cunt…oh god…I was such a bitch next to him…fuck… He began to twirl his tongue around and I let out another squeal as I grabbed my cock and began to jerk myself off. Nothing in my life had ever felt like this…I whimpered as he continued to violate my hole, my legs shaking as I felt him lick me deeper and deeper… “John…close…oh god…” DID I JUST CALL HIM JOHN? If he heard he didn’t react, he began to hum into my hole my ass jerked as I felt my cock throb…my balls began to tingle and my eyes rolled back as I began to shoot over my chest and abs. It felt like gallons of cum fell on my body as he kept stabbing me with his tongue, making me moan more and more and my cock just unloaded all over me. Once I was done, and just shaking he dropped my legs and straddled my chest, fisting his cock. “Open…” I opened my mouth, willingly surrendering to this kid as he stroked his giant cock, pointing into my open mouth. My jaw ached as he slid it over my tongue, filling me completely. I had never in a million years ever thought I would suck a cock, much less one like this. I tried to lick around it but my tongue was forced down as I felt it hit the back of my throat, making me gag. “Relax,” he said pausing, “Breath through your nose…swallow…” I started to do what he said and then moaned as I realized I was letting this younger stud teach me how to deep-throat a cock. My eyes watered as he pushed in, I was choking! His cock filled my whole throat! “I’m close…you want my load, Devon?” I nodded, knowing this stud was my better in just about every way possible. “So hot…” he growled as his cock pulsed and then began to shoot into my mouth. I moaned in misery as I let this younger jock use me as a cum dump…he slipped his cock back some as I felt his fucking monster load coat my tongue. I swallowed the best I could but it filled my mouth and began to dribble down the sides of my mouth. He just came and came, and I struggled to swallow it all, like some fucking cum whore…desperate for more… “Drink it…” he said, running his hand through my hair, “Come on Devon…be my jock slut…drink my load. Another moan of shame as I drank more and more of his seed, then slowly slipped that horse dick out of my mouth, smiling down at me. “Thanks…” I smiled up at him, drained and so tired. “Reedy to crash?” I nodded…feeling my eyes close… And then nothing.

Part 5: A New Life With the truth loudly declared, and after only a couple of minutes of fucking me, Tyke slammed in and unloaded in my hole. My head, meanwhile, went into overdrive. “You’re poz?!” I squealed, all while his dick throbbed inside me. “Yes, we are toxic” said Giftig, suddenly giving my nipple a squeeze. At that point my brain basically shut down. I didn’t panic, I didn’t resist, I didn’t hopelessly try to escape. I just shut down. It was like I was outside my body now looking on, as Tyke withdrew and Giftig took his position. I just lay there as the older man’s thicker cock stretched me wider, and I said or did nothing as he fucked me roughly until he too unloaded what I now knew to be toxic cum into me. I remained there, just existed there, unable to really react as Tyke then stepped back up for a second round having already regained an erection. I just lay there as they left the room for a while, coming back eventually smelling of cigarettes and carrying some drinks. I was on some kind autopilot as Tyke gave me a few sips of water from a bottle, followed by Giftig sliding into me for his second pozzing of my hole of the evening. After that fuck, they released me from the sling and helped me stand up. Tyke handed me the bottle of water to drink from, and then Giftig gave me a glass of rum. Tyke draped a dressing gown over my shoulders, they both put one on themselves, and then they walked me back out into the living area and out on the balcony. Tyke lit up two cigarettes again and handed me one, and then they just looked at me as I smoked. “Why?” I eventually asked, speaking softly. They both hesitated, with even Giftig looking uncharacteristically unsure, before Tyke started talking and laid it all out for me. It turned out they had recognised me at the festival, having seen me at the front of the crowd in Panarica gawping at them on many previous occasions, and it just so happened that I was exactly what they were looking for. Tyke, it transpired, was feeling increasingly unhappy being solely a bottom in their relationship, and while they were happy to play with others to deal with this, he realised that what he actually wanted was a partner he could top. They had settled on the idea of bringing a third into their relationship, but had both wanted to be the ones to ‘make’ that guy. They had talked about me, realising long before I did that I wanted them, and Tyke had rather taken a liking to how I looked. They weren’t sure I was the one, obviously, but Tyke in particular had connected well with me at the cottage and decided I was worth pursuing. Where they might have suggested I go and get some PEP immediately after the festival if there had not been that connection, they knew they wanted me to be their new boy. What, it turned out, they were planning to offer me was that I move in with them. I could have the smaller guest room as my own, but I would be sleeping with one or both of them most of the time. I would keep working to have my own money, but would not have to pay rent or anything as I was there as the third member of a throuple in a wealthy household where no more income was needed. Furthermore, they would help get me started in the DJ world, if I wanted to move away from doing manual labour to something that was clearly a passion of mine. In short, they wanted me to be with them, and they wanted to make my dreams come true. It was all a lot to take in, and a long silence followed after Tyke finished. They did not feel the need to say anything more, and just kept me supplied with cigarettes and rum as I slumped into one of the balcony sofas and thought about what was happening to me. Obviously the alcohol loosened me up, but the clincher came when Tyke eventually moved to sit right next to me and put his arm round me. I leaned over and rested my head against his neck, and immediately began to realise that I did actually want this. I wanted to be theirs. Not because of the DJ opportunities, the fancy apartment, the chains or any of that. I wanted to be with Tyke. I wanted to get to know Giftig more now that I had seen glimpses of his softer side. I wanted this. “Yes” I said, rather quietly. “Yes?” Tyke whispered. “Yes” I said again, a little louder. “That is good” said Giftig, leaning over and gently rubbing my thigh. “I’m scared” I said. “Don’t be” said Tyke, squeezing me gently. “We will look after you.” I shifted my position to be able to turn my head to look up at him, and then pushed forward to plant my lips on his. He kissed me back deeply, before I pulled away and sat up properly, turning to face Giftig. He shuffled forward and off his chair so that he was kneeling in front of me, and I leaned forward and our lips met. He reached around and put his hand on the back of my head to pull me in for a deep kiss, his natural dominance being evident. As we kissed, Tyke shuffled forward next to me so he could put his other arm on Giftig’s shoulder, and then as we pulled back from the kiss he leaned in himself and took over the kissing of his boyfriend. Then he turned and kissed me again, before leaning back and looking between us with a smile on his face. “I’m getting cold” he said. “How about we go back inside and warm up?” He was not, of course, talking about just going and sitting indoors. Mere minutes later I was strapped to a padded bench in the playroom getting spitroasted, and then later on I was back in the sling but without my wrists held in place this time so I could lean forward and touch their tattooed torsos or rub my own dick after freeing it from the jockstrap. Then, after a shower together in their huge en suite, we went to bed to sleep. I nodded off with my face close to Tyke’s and Giftig’s thick cock lodged inside me, and in the early hours I was woken up to him beginning to fuck me again. After he had blown another poz load in me, Tyke had me turn and lie on my front so he could slide in and gently fuck - or perhaps even make love - to me while Giftig gently stroked my head. More sleep followed, and then late morning we were back in the shower for a sensual chain-fuck under the hot water. Tyke cooked us an amazing brunch after that, and we talked about what was to come, both in terms of me moving in as well as my eventual but inevitable conversion. They put my mind at ease on that front, so that I focused my rising panic on the process of talking to my mum. I won’t bore you with the details of the next week, nor the conversations with both of my uncles as they were called upon by my mum to try, as they saw it, to talk some sense into me. Things were definitely strained with my family when I eventually loaded my stuff into Giftig’s SUV and left home, but I figured they would get used to my various bombshells eventually. I did not, of course, talk at all about my looming conversion, and decided I probably never would. I wanted them to know I was gay, but they did not need to know about the HIV when it eventually became part of me. I had only been living with the guys for a couple of days when I started to feel like shit. They nursed me through the flu, and then when I was mostly better Tyke took me to a clinic to confirm the result. However, what surprised me a little was his encouragement to get the prescriptions and treatment regime I needed, and on the way back he told me that he and Giftig were going to go back on meds too. “I’m not saying we’ll not occasionally want to go back to sharing with others who want it from us” he said, “but I want us to be happy and healthy together for a while so we can figure all this out.” Life settled down, with me continuing to do the landscaping thing by day, while learning more from Tyke and even occasionally Giftig on how to DJ properly by night. Through them I eventually got a regular gig in a club in Watford, choosing the name DJ Tamulus after a type of pale scorpion I found online. After a few months there I managed to get a gig as an occasional stand-in at a venue in Camden, where I was so well-received by the crowd that the owners took me on full-time to replace one of their regulars when she decided to move to Ibiza. That started to bring in enough that I was able to quit landscaping, and the extra time I had really gave me the boost I needed to properly focus on getting better as a DJ. Tyke said I was a natural, and I soon started getting properly noticed now that was at a more respected venue. It wasn’t long before Giftig managed to get Panarica interested, and barely a year after my trip to the festival, I was rostered on as the newest of the house DJs there. My style seemed to fit perfectly as the warm-up for Giftig and Tyke, so our lives got very convenient thereafter. That brings me to today, as I lie here writing this from a trailer at the old airfield where my life changed just two years ago. I have already done my first set at the festival, and am just waiting for G&T (as I call them) to finish with theirs. We’ll have an hour or so before I’m due back on stage, so I’m here on my front with a buttplug inserted so that they can just have at me when they get back. I love my life. I love my tattoos. I love my chains. I love my job. I love Giftig. I particularly love Tyke. And, I have realised, I love that I carry a bit of both of them in me wherever I go. They set me free, they gave me everything, and I could not be happier. But I best go, as I can hear their set has ended which means I am about to be the hog in an adrenaline-fuelled spit roast. Bring it on… THE END

Part 3: What happens in the night when you are given permission to unlock your true self for the first time? Well, I was about to find out. I moved about the open warehouse, skirting around the naked bodies of writhing men either dancing or fucking. I felt a bit like the tourist at the zoo, out of place and unsure if I belonged as if separated by a sheet of glass. "You look lost, boy." I scanned the area for where the voice that called to me over the music had come from but no one was looking my way. Must have been calling to someone else. I began to walk some more when a hand arrested my wrist and I looked down. There sitting on a white chaise lounge was a burly muscle daddy with a harness, cap and chaps. He had a cigar in his mouth but what was more, he held a crop in one hand and a leash attached to another boy in the other. Well, maybe boy is too strong of a descriptor. Puppy, may be more accurate. I'd never seen anything like it but this boy was in full pup gear with mask and even a tail! He was sucking on the daddy's cock, shaking his ass so his tail wagged, obviously a very happy pup. "Are you lost, kid? First time here." "Yes...Yes, Sir." "MMmmm.. come, sit on my lap for a minute." I was hesitant but did as i was told, Daddy pulled the pup off his cock. then as i sat on his lap, he grabbed for my pouch and pulled aside the jockstrap and ordered the pup to get me hard. "Oh- he doesn't have to-" but before I could object the pups mouth was on my member, a warmth embracing my cock and I sighed with pleasure and relaxed into the muscle daddy's lap. He took my hand and brought it to his turgid length, still slick with pup's saliva and commanded me: "Stroke while we chat." I did, impressed with his beer can thick cock "The guys here are gonna love a fresh little thing like you. You can call me Daddy D, everyone does. I'd help break you in myself, show you the ropes. But I got my hands full with this little pup-slave of mine. Still house him." He raised his voice to pup. "Isn't that right?" pup moaned something that sounded like agreement around my now-hard cock. "Daddy D, everyone seems paired off I-" "No one minds a little addition to their pairings usually. However if your want a fresh pick of your very own. go to the three doors." By this time i was writhing as daddy started to play with my hole. his fingers were slick with lube that I hadn't seen him apply. "The three doors?" I asked, and Daddy D pointed to the back of the warehouse where, sure enough, along the walls were three doors. "Each has a different aesthetic to it but it's a good cruising spot, out here's more for fucking once you find what you want or showing off." "Alright. I'll give it a go." "Pup, off his cock." And at his command pup release my now straining cock. "Good boy!" I said to him and he wagged his tail before taking Daddy D's dick back in his mouth, pushing my hand out of the way. "Before you go, i have a little present for you to help you enjoy the three doors" Daddy D said as he fingered my hole. "Oh? What's that I asked?" He just smiled and continued to finger me. I moaned into the sensation and closed my eyes, he'd tell me or give me his present in a minute, i figured. Then i felt a burning sensation in my ass and my eyes popped open. "There it is" Daddy D said. "There what is?" I asked confused. "Your present a little treat in your tush, now get out of here and have fun kiddo. Come tell me about the night later!" I stood up from Daddy D's lap and began to move away, the burning sensation still there but also beginning to turn into an insatiable need to get fucked. Had he put a drug in my hole? At this point all I knew is between my present and the Juice Griff had given me I was beginning to feel REALLY good as I made my way to the three doors. I was debating which door to go in first when without seeing me, griff and tom walked by me and into door 2. "Okay, that one's out- Tom can't see me" so i moved to the left to door number one, paneled wooden door that was quite heavy as I pulled it open. As It opened steam poured out as I stepped in to a completely dark room... End part 3. Part 3 is shorter but serves as a major connector. Part 4 and 5 will be major installments and have a LOT of breakthrough's for Tag

I worked at a copy shop back when I started college. I worked mainly nights and alone. We rarely had walk-in customers and did mostly corporate jobs (manuals, financial reports, etc.), but repair techs and paper delivery guys were always there fairly late as I worked alone. After 9pm, we officially closed to the public and I'd just turn off all the lights and run the machines in peace. One of the repair guy was in his 50s and always seemed to be throwing out vibes he was flirting with me. One night he after we closed, he was finishing up replacing a fuser and was asking me about my girlfriend and that last time I got laid. I laughed that the last time I got laid it was definitely not with a woman. One thing led to another and I was bent over my little work desk with my pants around my ankles taking his cock with the help of some of my boss' Bath and Bodyworks vanilla hand lotion. He had just pumped a load into me when we heard the back door opening. I don't think I ever pulled up my undies and khakis so fast. My boss had forgotten something in her office. The repair tech skedaddled and I was standing at one copier pretending I was checking our the job that was running. She came up to see how the night was going and casually goes, "Oh no...it looks like that you accidentally sat in a spill." I tried to feign stupidity, but even with the ambient light I am sure she could see me turn bright red. I excused myself to the bathroom to look at my butt in the mirror to see a decently large wet spot on my khakis. I'm guess the lotion and cum I didn't have time to wipe up were to blame. I assume she knew, but she never expressly said anything further. But the same tech stopped by frequently on his way home after that night. I had more sex in that store I think than I have ever had in my own bed lol

The door slid open and instant overwhelm filled my senses. The music pulsed and the party raged inside, I turned back to Griff. “Where are we, Griff?” I asked. “Welcome to the vortex, Tag. You’re gonna love it. He led me into the room and as soon as we were through the door it slid shut behind us, causing me to jump at the clang it made as it fully shut. I took in the scene before me. It was a wide open warehouse space that seemed to be a pop-up club of some kind. Everyone was writing around dancing or- wait. Were they dancing? Are they naked? I could swear I saw them- “Come with me.” Griff pulled me to a room off to a side before my eyes could fully adjust to the scene before me. We were now in what appeared to be a locker room. Griff brought me to a locker in the corner, 347. He undid the lock. I recognized Tom’s clothing inside. “What’s happening? Where’s Tom?” I asked, growing concerned. “He’s out there having fun, bud. Just like we will be in a minute. There’s a dress code here.Underwear or less only.” Griff said to me. I blinked at him unbelieving. “Is this a joke? Are you pranking me?” “No joke, Tag.” Griff said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it in the locker. He looked good. He- I shook the thought from my head. Then he held my gaze as he unzipped and took off his jeans, putting them in the locker next. He was not in a hot pink jockstrap. My eyes were transfixed by his package. “See, no joke- Underwear only.” “But- I’m not wearing anything to make me look sexy like you. Er- I mean, I’m just in plain boxer briefs.” “I got you covered, Tag. I knew you might not be aware of what went on here so I brought you these.” Griff said, holding out a black jockstrap. I felt my dick jump in my pants, what a traitor it was. I was still so confused about all of this. I thought this would just be like a college frat party or something; a keg, some girls, maybe some pot. Now I had no idea what to expect from here. Griff took my face in his hands and brought my head to his so our foreheads were touching. “Look, I know this may be out of your comfort zone but I promise you that you are going to love tonight. It’s going to open doors for you. IT’s going to change everything for all of us. Tom and I we’ve been having all kinds of new fun and I want you to be a part of it, but Tom thinks you too innocent and doesn’t want to corrupt you. Let’s show him you can handle it- That this was in you all along.” “What was in me?” I asked. Then Griff was kissing me, I was shocked for a moment, then had a moment where I considered pushging him off of me to tell him I was no fag but his kiss felt… right. So I surprised myself by giving in. By kissing him back. We kissed for a few minutes right there at the locker before we broke apart, sheepishly grinning at one another. “You’re gay?” “Fuck, who needs labels kid? If it feels good, it's for me. Are you gay?” I blushed and stammered. He was hitting close to truths I hadn’t confided in anyone yet, hadn’t even acted on yet. ”Don’t worry, Tag. Tonight is going to feel good. I got you. Whatever you are, gay bi, whatever. I love you man, always have. Do you trust me?” “Of course I do.” “Good boy.” Griff said before reaching for then pulling off my shirt, I raised my arms and let him. Then allowed him to unbutton and unzip my pants. I let them fall. He then reached out and felt my bulge in my boxer briefs. “Damn, Tag. You’re big.” I swallowed down before reaching out, with his free hand he brought my hand to his pink jock encased package. “You are too.” “Put these on, then drink this.” He instructed, pulling a bottle with some juice from the locker. “We gotta get out there. It’s gonna be a good night.” I did as I was told, the juice tasted like shit. “What is this?” I asked as I downed the mini bottle of it, he must have spiked it with booze. “It juice with a little something extra, you said you trust me, remember?” And I did. I smiled at the way he watched me put the black jockstrap on. I’d always held a secret attraction to griff and now here we were, it was like a fantasy come true. When I was done, he threw my stuff in the locker and shut it before drawing me to him for another kiss. “Let's go man, tonight begins right now” he turned me around, slapped my ass and pushed me towards the door. Out in the club I felt self-conscious in just my jockstrap and shoes but Griff took my hand and felt reassured. Taking in the scene fully now I noted there seemed to be no women here, only men. They were all dressed in underwear or fully naked. Some did move in syncopation with the music, dancing. However, some also gyrated against each other sexually, making out aggressively or rubbing hard cocks. My eyes bulged looking over and seeing a guy on his knees servicing an older gentleman in leather who gave me a nod when he caught my stare. In another corner in a sling a blindfolded and harnessed guy was taking a cock up his ass while also sucking off a second man. I looked at Griff, then smiled. “This place is insane.” “Right?! We’re like kids in a candy store. Let’s dance.” And Griff pulled me into the mad crush of bodies. There were probably about 35 people in total. As we danced, we made out. Our tongues clashed and my hands found purchase on Griff’s toned body. He ran his hand along my side before bringing them to rest on my ass and pulling me as close to him as he could get me. He whispered in my ear “Tonight, you’re mine. And whoever else you want. But I need to have you, okay?” I could feel a warmth spreading in me and just kissed him more. This was more than I could have wished for and it was happening! Like some fucked up, kinky version of Cinderella where a black jockstrap subbed in for a glass slipper. The warmth I was feeling made me hornier than I had ever felt and I wondered what had been in the juice Griff had given me, but I also didn’t care. I slipped my hand down the front of Griff’s pink jockstrap. He broke from our kiss and looked at me. “Well, well, well. Someone’s eager!” And wasn’t I just that. I wanted him. His cock pulsed against my hand and I rubbed my palm along it before wrapping my hand around its length. “I need it, Griff.” I yelled in his ear over the thrum of music. “I know baby boy, all in good time.” Then a hand landed on his shoulder and spun him away from me, pulling my hand out of his pouch. I whimpered but let him go. When I realized who had spun him around, alarm bells rang out in my hazy mind. Tom. Shit. “Griff, there you are. I was wondering where you’d gone off to. I got distracted by a sexy hole. What have you been up to?” My big brother, Tom, asked Griff. Griff, ever the diplomat, seized control of the situation and feigning dance spun Tom around so now Tom’s back was to me. They gyrated against each other a few feet away and continued a conversation I couldn’t really hear. I knew I was fucked if Tom saw me, and not in the way I wanted to be. He’d probably kick me out, make me wait in the car or something. Why couldn’t he see me the way I saw him? Over Tom’s shoulder Griff signaled to me to go away “I’ll find you.” he mouthed. “Have some fun”. So I did. Feeling warm and horny I ventured off into the club on my own. END OF PART 2 What trouble will Tag up to on his own? Find out in Part 3- coming soon!

Over the next two days, all I could think about was the man I'd hooked up with. Flashes of his face in front of mine, his body over me and the taste of my blood on his cock returned to me whilst I was at work. He was all I could think about. I spent my evenings riding dick and searching for poz cock. I was turning down tops because they were neg. I craved more. As I was leaving work on Monday night, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it as I said goodbye to everyone, left the building and got into my car. I pulled my phone out, before I turned the engine on. I saw a message from the top I'd met, who I'd saved in my phone as "GG," for Gift Giver. The message read 'hard day im horny you free for more poz??' Electricity ran through my body, making my dick hard and my brain useless. I replied to him. 'Yes, sir. I've only just got off work, I need to head home and clean up before I can get to you. It will take me half an hour to get to you, once I'm done. Is that okay?' I set off driving faster than I usually would, feeling desperation to meet the man who had started changing me. I didn't live far from work, my office only being fifteen minutes away. I didn't check the time when I'd got home and almost snapped my key in the lock, trying to speed up every action on my way. I knew I'd got home in record time, almost running a red light. I had to get to him, I needed his dick. I needed another load. I got a message after I'd cleaned out and got in the shower. Before I dried myself I tried to read it, but the water on my hands made my phone unresponsive. I dried off, telling myself to take my time. After what had felt like a lifetime, I got my hands back on my phone to read the message he'd sent back to me: 'take your time boy ill wait. Let me know when your setting off'. My body felt the same electricity as before. I'd worked my hole the last two nights thinking of this god of a man, hoping it wasn't a one off. My dick sprung up as I dressed myself, making me realise I wouldn't need that much. I pulled a jockstrap on, with jeans over the top and a simple t-shirt to cover my top half. Plenty. I picked up my keys before sending a message to my gift giver, 'Setting off in 2 minutes. Any instructions?' I didn't have to wait long before I got a reply, 'bring poppers and lube if you want it.' Before I left, I grabbed an unopened bottle of poppers and some silicon lube. Gun Oil was a great option for fisting, hoping I'd be able to feel his wrists again. I'd also used some scissors to take the plastic seal off of the fresh poppers. I was determined to enjoy myself. I ran down to my car, started the engine and set off to the nameless top's apartment. My dick got hard multiple times during my journey. I kept thinking of our last encounter, trying not to use my off hand to rub my dick. Once I'd arrived, I pulled my phone out and sent a new message, 'Here, sir. Same as last time?' I took my time getting out of my car letting my jeans slip down, exposing the top band of my jock hoping someone might see. I felt like a slut, but enjoying it. ~bzzt~ I grabbed my phone before the vibration had stopped, 'leave the door open'. I read it three times, figuring that I was to strip at the door and head into the bedroom, but leave the door as I found it. My mind raced. Had he invited another top? My dick got hard again, but I ignored it, trapped in my jock's pouch. Now wasn't the time. I moved towards the front door, locked my car and pocketed my keys. The door was still unmanned and the door to my left was ajar, same as last time. I pushed the door open, but only half closed it, as instructed. Taking off my clothes, I left my jockstrap on as I grabbed my poppers and walked down the hallway and into the bedroom illuminated by porn. The same compilation was playing on the TV behind me, I heard familiar videos. My new favourite person was in the same position as I'd met him in; sat on the wide, padded chair next to his bed, legs spread and cock erect, working it slowly. "I told you to strip last time. Jockstrap wasn't part of it," he said sternly. I paused before hooking my thumbs over the waistband and starting to pull it down. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't think," I blabbered at him. "Keep it!" He shouted, before I had pulled it down too far. "Put it back on. I like it. Just let me know, next time. I didn't tell you to wear anything. You're lucky I like it," he warned. I blushed and moved forward again. Lifting my hand, I showed him the fresh poppers I'd brought with me, as he'd asked. I hoped he'd be placated by my following of one of his demands. "Huff them. Suck me." Shaking the bottle, I opened it and sniffed at the bottle's rim as hard as I could. Once I'd taken three hits, I dropped to my knees and started working my mouth down the thickest cock I'd known. I struggled to begin with, forgetting just how wide this man's dick was. I opened my jaw as wide as I could, letting my spit dribble past my lips and onto his shaft. Moving my head down and wrapping my lips around my teeth, I sucked his beer can cock for all I was worth. "That's enough lube," I heard. I pulled my self up and off his member, as I looked up at him through watery eyes. "You look so good like that, boy. Choking on my dick. I'm gonna fuck you," he said to me. I could barely respond. Instead, I nodded at him and grabbed the poppers to make it easier for myself. Two more hits as I stood and pivoted to the bed. "On my back, or on my front, Sir?" I asked, hesitating before I climbed up. "Neither. You're gonna ride me," he said. The top grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, sliding past my chest. He paused for a second to lift my chin and kiss me, before using his elbows to move backwards onto the bed and using a finger to beckon me to him. I followed his finger over his thighs, his hard, shiny dick and meeting him face to face for another passionate kiss. "Part of me didn't expect you to reply. I didn't know if you'd chicken out for a second round. I was worried you'd gone for PEP." I shook my head, "no, Sir. I've been horny since I left on Saturday." I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva over my hole, before I lifted his impressive cock upwards to line up with myself. As I felt us both line up, I pushed down onto him. "Ohh," I moaned, as he stretched me open. "You're so thick, Sir. Thank you." Pushing down more, I felt my ass cheeks reach his pelvis. He was balls deep inside me already. I was glad that I'd spent our time apart on toys. "You're a good little cunt," he said to me, looking me in the eye. "Tell me you've come back for another toxic load, boy. Tell me you're a filthy bug chaser. Are you on prep?" "No, Sir. No prep for my hole. I want more toxic cum, I've come to get your dirty load, Sir. I'm a filthy bug chaser," I replied. My dick was straining in my jockstrap, leaking precum into the fabric. "Mmm, fuck yeah. Dirty little bitch. Fuck yeah," he muttered. His arms moved under my legs, half supporting me as I rode him. "Loose cunt's my favourite. Love when a boy can take my dick like you. Fuck yes, boy!" He went on and on, making my dick hard. "Tell me you're infecting me, Sir," I begged. I wanted to hear him say it again. "Toxic precum in my hole?" I asked. "That's right, bug hole. I'm pumping toxic precum inside you. I'm not gonna pull out. And I've got a surprise for you, boy. Tell me you want a surprise tonight." My legs worked up and down, pumping his dick with my hole as I spoke. "I want you inside me, Sir. Don't pull out, give me that surprise, Sir. I'll take it." I lifted my hands off the bed and onto his muscly chest, starting to move my thumbs over his nipples. "Good boy. Just keep riding. Play with my tits. Good boy," he said and we lapsed into nothing but moans and kisses for the next few minutes. The door closed behind me. I was still riding and I leaned up and stopped moving. I looked down at the man beneath me, not knowing what to do. "Keep going," he said to me. I did as I was told, feeling fear. I knew my hole had tightened up in the moment of panic and I tried to relax. Deciding to obey, I reached for the little brown bottle and huffed twice, before capping it and returning to our previous rhythm. Footsteps behind me told me we weren't alone. "Nice." I heard behind me, keeping my eyes on my gifter's fact. He wasn't looking at me, but instead at the man who entered the room. "Welcome back," my top said with a grin. "Thanks. Glad to see you're sharing my strain." "Fuck yeah, I told you I wanted to gift. He's my first. Help me," the man beneath me said, with a sinister grin. He looked back at me and said, "This is your surprise. I invited my gifter to give you a dose, boy. Enjoy us both. Now don't move." I did as I was told, I steadied myself, as far down my top's dick I could get. Starting with a deep breath, I inhaled the poppers again. I continued as I listened to the man behind me undressing and spitting on his dick. On the fifth huff, I felt another dick pressing against my hole. I did my best to relax and let him in, holding myself in position at the same time. "Ahh!" I cried, feeling a second man push inside me. "Fuck!" "Like that boy? Two poz dicks?" The man behind asked. "I pozzed the bloke under you. He's got a fat cock. Knew he'd make a good gifter. Glad I got him. Glad he invited me to fuck the fist cunt he found. Nice cunt," he said into my ear before he started fucking me hard. I was reduced to a moaning lump. I could barely move, collapsed on my dom's chest. My top whispered in my ear, as he slowly and gently moved his hips. "Just relax boy, take another hit of poppers." He fed me poppers whilst I was pinned between his and his gifter's chests. "Enjoy this, boy. What could be better than poz cock?" He asked, with a smug tone. "Two poz cocks," he answered himself with a chuckle. I nodded whilst I moaned in pleasure, unable to do anything else. I huffed poppers and obeyed. I enjoyed the sensation of two bare dicks inside me at the same time, stretching me out. I'd felt similar from a fist, but nothing quite captured the same sensation. Both men moved at different speeds and force, making it completely different from taking a fist or big toy. I never wanted it to end. "I'm getting close," I heard from the man behind me. "I'm gonna cum. Tell me you want it, cunt!" Assuming it was supposed to be me, I mustered up the words. "I want your cum. Breed me!" He forced his dick as deep as he could get it before grunting for a few moments. "Take it. Take it. I'm so fucking poz. Take it." I moaned as he thrust in and spoke as he pulled out, "Thank you. Thank you for that poz load." I kissed the man I was still riding. "You're welcome, slut. I hope you get my strain. From me or him. Good luck, chaser slut," he said before dressing quickly and leaving again. We heard the door open and close again while we were kissing. "Thank you, Sir. That was a great surprise. Was he really your gifter?"I asked. "Yeah. He fucked me poz," he replied with grin. "I fucking loved double fucking you like that. Your cunt felt great. Do you want another load?"

We lay together in silence for 20 minutes or so, I wasn't keeping track of time. My dick was still hard and ready for more, but was starting to relax. I decided to keep myself hard, in hope of coaxing more from the man cuddling me. I started to pump my dick, slowly. "Are you still hard?" I was asked. "Yeah. I usually stay hard, after I cum," I replied. "That's hot, not many guys can claim that. I don't bottom too often, but I'd love a multi-cummer." I didn't know what to say. I blushed, facing away from him, whilst he cradled me. "Maybe if I get to top you in the future, I can show you what it's like?" "I'd like that a lot." He told me. We lay together for a while in silence, before I decided to break it. "When did you get pozzed?" I asked. "One test had a vague red line about six weeks ago. I had a solid red line a month ago. I think I was properly poz probably about two months ago. It's hard to say. I only did home tests," he explained. "Only home tests?" I asked, surprised. He had seemed so confident earlier in the evening. "Yeah. I still have them. Let me show you," his tone was eager. The top peeled away from me and rolled over the bed. Opening a draw, reaching inside and rummaging around, he fished out a couple items and rolled back across the bed towards me. Wrapping one arm back under me and the other over me, he released a handful of small white objects onto the bed in front of me. "These are my tests," I was told. There were four, small, rectangular objects in front of me. They looked like covid testing strips. My stomach dropped, as I understood what was in front of me. HIV home tests. "What order do they go in?" I asked, hoping he'd lay them out for me. His hands started moving, one trapped under me. Shuffling the pieces around, lifting each one up past my face and up to his own, I watched intently. A timeline was written out in front of me. One single red line, followed by another single red line. A faint second red line and a solid second red line. Silence followed his final movements. "Are you okay?" He asked me. "Yeah... I didn't expect this sort of confirmation, to be honest." I answered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I was asked again. I turned over and put my lips to his. Breaking the kiss, I spoke. "I'm okay." I told him, "Your profile was honest and I messaged you. I initiated." I paused. "I'm okay." We stayed there for a while, cradling each other. "Do you have another?" I asked. "Another load? Of course!" He answered, moving his hands and his body against mine. My dick responded instantly, but I spoke to him instead, "I meant another test, Sir." I encouraged his movements, frotting my dick against his. "I think I have one that I didn't need," He said. "Don't move," he told me, before pushing himself off the bed and leaving the room. I lay still on his bed, waiting for his return. It wasn't long before he returned to the porn-lit room, his dick hard and bouncing between his legs, with each step. "You need to prick a finger, boy!" He sounded excited. "I've not done one before, Sir," I told him. "That's okay, I only did one when I started chasing, too." I stared at him. I didn't expect him to be a chaser, let alone a successful chaser. I was dumbstruck. The bear grabbed my hard dick, pumped it once and shuffled closer across the bed to me. "Don't be so shocked, boy. How do you think I got pozzed in the first place? It wasn't an accident," he said, almost whispering into my ear. "How do I do it?" I asked. I realised instantly that I wanted a series of tests to spread out in a time line. Within a couple of minutes, I had done my first home HIV test. We had pricked my finger and the man helping me had sucked my finger after squeezing a drop into the plastic strip. "Thank you, Sir," I said to him, leaning in for a kiss. "You're welcome, boy," he said, as we broke apart. "We'll do another in a month or so." He was rubbing our dicks together again. "Does your hole got another round?" I practically jumped at the suggestion. I spat downwards, at our dicks and grabbed his, rubbing the moisture around and down to his pelvis. "Yes, sir." I murmured. I pushed the man I'd met that evening onto his back, climbing onto his hips and lined his dick up to my loosened hole. I sat back, reaching out for the poppers on the bed beside us. I moaned, feeling a stretch to my already abused hole and lifted back up. My hole started to relax around his thick cock again, while he grabbed the brown bottle and uncapped them for me. The bottle was lifted to my nose. "Inhale." I did. "Hold." I did. "Release." I did. I rode him for all I was worth, my hole screaming to me that it'd had enough. "Knock me up, Sir. I'm ready for another load," I moaned. I wanted the next test we did together to show two red lines. I wanted to know that the second line was his. "Give it to me. My hole is yours, Sir. Please poz me," I begged. "You're mine, boy. Don't you worry. I'm marking that cunt, boy," he growled. I rode him, rubbing his chest and leaning in to kiss him while we spoke to each other. "You enjoying my risky dick, boy?" "Fuck yes, Sir. I wanna risk it all. Breed my cunt with your poz dick. Give me your risky load!" I ran my hands up his belly, over his chest and pushed his arms up. I leaned down into his armpit for the first time, taking a deep breath through my nose. I loved it. Musky odour filled my nostrils, making my dick even harder than it was. "Fuck, Sir. You smell so good." "Yeah, you like that? A day's work and no spray? Pig!" He grabbed my neck and pulled me back down for another whiff. I breathed in deep. again. "Good, boy." I continued to ride his dick while sniffing his pits, my dick leaking on his belly throughout. I was enjoying the verbal, his body odour and his dick in my sore hole. After a while, he grabbed my dick. "We're gonna cum together, boy," he said, pumping me. "Tell me when you're close, I can blow any time." "Tell me you're poz again," I begged. "I'm poz, boy. I'm HIV positive. I'm not taking medication. I'm not on meds. I'm infectious, boy. My load is at risk of converting you." He said, thrusting up into me. I wasn't riding him anymore, he was fucking me and working my dick at the same time. I moaned, unable to do much more. "Yes. Yes, Sir. I'm not on PrEP," I manaeged. "Fuck yes, boy! No meds, no PrEP." He was shouting. "No rubbers. No fucking protection. Take it! Take it! Bug chasing cunt. Take it!" His final thrusts timed with his words, left me slumped on his sweaty chest. "Thank you," was all I could muster. He guided my legs down, alongside his own with his hands, held my back and rolled us on to our sides. Coaxing my head up off his chest, he kissed me. "I'm so glad you came," he whispered. "Thanks for coming over." "I'm glad I came, too," I replied. "Good. You should stay the night. I don't have to get up in the morning. Will you stay?" He asked. I nodded against his shoulder.

For the first time, I dared to defy his instruction. Instead, I stood up to kiss him, my hands still holding his dick and cradling his balls. Our mouths met in fiery passion, tongues swirling and lips pressed against each others'. "Thank you." I said, once our mouths had parted. "You're welcome, boy. Are you chasing?" "Sort of. I've been hoping to find someone like you. You're my first gifter top. I've never had an unmedicated load," I told him. I blushed and looked away. He grinned and pulled my chin back towards his, kissing me again. "I'm glad I'm the first. You're my first, too. Chaser, I mean. I only converted a couple months ago." I stared at him with wide eyes. "Thank you, Sir," was all I could think to say to him. "Back on the bed." I did as I was told. I moved half a step back, laid down and pulled my legs back to my chest again. I watched, as the attractive man grinned at me and got on his knees. My dick started to leak more clear liquid again, when my new favourite person pushed two fingers inside me. "There's two, boy. You want three?" He asked. "Mmhm," I moaned back at him. I was enjoying two, but knew his dick had stretched me out. I wanted more. He was working my cunt so well with just two, I was dying to know what he could do using more. I felt an extra finger, moaning at him again, enjoying the feeling of him working his poz load inside my hole. "That's four. You're gonna take a fist, soon!" "Yes, please! I want your fist up my cunt. Stretch me out, Sir!" I felt him pull out completely and swap hands. As I opened my mouth to moan for the swap, his first hand came up to my face and he forced his four fingers into my face. I slurped on his fingers, sucking his load into my throat. I moaned at him in ecstasy. I was loving his dominant stance and I was loving his sleaze. I wanted to take everything he had to give me. "Mmmm," I moaned around his fingers. "What was that, boy?" He asked, pulling his hand back from my face and began using it in tandem with his other. "Fuck, Sir. You're using me so good. You're making me so hot. Thank you. Don't stop," I blathered. I couldn't stop. He was making me feel so good and I wanted him to know. The muscle bear kept working my hole with his hands, while my mouth encouraged him and moaned in pleasure. I kept using the poppers he had given me earlier, keeping my hole relaxed. I felt a turning point, once he had been spitting at my hole and his hands for almost a full minute. "I need you to huff those poppers a few times, boy. Big breaths, or you won't get my fist tonight." I almost panicked. I wanted his fist so bad but was scared of the lack of lube. I knew I wasn't in charge, so had to accept I was getting fisted with only spit and his cum as lube. I decided to trust the poppers and took a deep breath, holding it. I let it go slowly, before taking another and repeating the process a third time. I murmured my assent to him, nodding and making eye contact. His knuckles pushed hard against my hole, while I tried to relax, letting his fist inside me. My moans turned to deep growls as his twisted his hands slightly back and forth. I took another deep hit of poppers and felt his fist slide past my hole. "Good boy," he elongated the words, almost growling back at me. I couldn't form words, only deep guttural moans in reply. I nodded my head, making sure he could see I was along for the ride. I huffed on the brown bottle once more, before dropping it and holding my legs back, relaxing my hole and trusting the man with his hand inside me. My cunt was worked hard. The man alternated hands and speed. He directed me when to use poppers, how deep and how many breaths. I was in pig heaven. My hole was getting stretched out with a toxic load as the lube. My top spat on his hands over and over again, even getting me to join in the lubing process. I was incapacitated, barely able to move without his direction. Eventually, he slowed, only using one hand. I finally recovered from my stupor enough to look back over my dick at him. One hand inside me, the other on his own dick. "I'm hard again," he grinned. "Do you have another load for me?" I asked. "You fucking bet I do, boy. Ask me for it properly." "Poz me. Give me another toxic load, Sir. I want your strain." I told him. He pulled his hand out of my hole, making me growl again, as his lifted his other hand off his dick. He showed me both in the light of the TV, still playing porn. Both had streaks of red, the left, most recent from my hole had more. "Ask me again." "Fuck, Sir." My dick pulsed again. I didn't think I'd bleed. It was a done deal at this point. I was already eager, now I had no choice. "Infect me. Make me toxic." "Good boy," his smile was predatory and I loved it. The man stood up, his thick dick wet with my hole and what spit he'd offered and pushed himself into me for the second time. "You're so fucking loose boy. I'm gonna make you my boy. MY boy. You understand?" He asked me. "I understand," I told him. "I want to take your strain. I want your load, your toxic dick. Make me yours, Sir." "Fuck yes. Dirty little chaser. Bug chaser." I could only moan in pleasure back. I didn't know I'd enjoy being called a bug chaser so much, but I could feel my dick straining between our bodies. "Slow down. Slow down, Sir." I begged. "Let me enjoy my pozzing." "Oh, you wanna go slow? Savour my toxic cock?" He goaded me. "Yes, please. Yes please, Sir." He slowed his pace, pulling out further before plunging all the way back in, eliciting deep moans from me. "Tell me you want another toxic load, boy!" "I want another toxic load, Sir," I recited. "Give me everything you got!" I added. "Hnnnh," he stared down at me, before clamping his hands down on my throat. "Take that dick, boy. Take my dirty cock. You want my load? Dirty fucking bug chaser. Nasty little cunt. Look at you, offering your loose cunt up with no questions asked. No fucking PreP. Dumb little cumdump. Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled. I was in paradise. I ran my hands from his buttocks, up his back and over his shoulders. Down his arms, to his slick hands, back up to his pecs and down his torso. I rested two of my fingers on my hole, on either side of his girthy dick. I felt his hands lift from my throat and I gladly gasped for air. "Open your mouth." I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, making eye contact with the man inside me. He spat, slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch from his lips down to my open mouth, He spat again, breaking the string and spreading it out across my face. He chukled again. "Good boy." "Thank you, Sir. Fuck that's so hot," I told him. "I'm getting close boy. Tell me you want it, bug chaser." "I want your gift, Sir. Infect me. Give me your bug. Please, poz me up. Please give me your toxic load. I want it. I want your load," I begged, round and round. I used every phrase I'd ever learned to ask him for it. "Hnnngh. Uhh. Fuck! Take it. Take my fucking load. Take my strain. Get it, boy. Get pozzed. I'm fucking pozzing you!" I felt his dick swell and pulse for the second time that night. I wrapped my legs around him, holding my hands on his ass, pulling him into me. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." I was halfway between a whisper and whimper. I held him there, inside me for the next few minutes, while he panted on top of me. I moved my hand up and down his back, caressing my gifter. I congratulated him and thanked him again and again. Ten minutes later, pulled his torso off me, grinned and kissed me. "Mm, you're a great fuck, boy. Don't tell me your name. You're just "boy" for now. Fucking hot. Suck me clean when I pull out," and collapsed back on top of me. My dick was still hard, pressed between us. After another few minutes, my new top pushed up, back and pulled out of me while standing up in one smooth motion. I knew my orders and followed them to the letter. I rolled myself down, off the bed, kneeling in front of my gifter and grabbed his balls, pushing his mostly soft dick towards my mouth. I sucked, cleaning every bit of wetness off him. I enjoyed it and from the sound of his moaning, so did he. As I sucked, I figured now would be my last chance to get off in his presence, so I started working my own dick. I concentrated on how loose and sore my hole was feeling and on how his dick had made me feel. I knew I had an unmedicated load inside me, two even and let myself get to climax as fast as I could. "Ah, ah, ah. Stop that. Stop!" He batted my hand away from my dick. "Let me." I stopped sucking and looked up, shocked. He'd been so dominant throughout our session, I hadn't considered him playing with my dick at all. "Get on the chair," he said. He pointed to the chair next to his bed. The wide, padded one I'd first found him on. "Pick your favourite pozzing porn. Or fisting. I'd prefer poz." I got up and moved to the chair, grabbing his phone and selecting a highly verbal pozzing scene. I sat how I'd found him, wide legs and dick pointing up. As he moved forward, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms under my legs. I was dragged to the edge of the chair and had my legs forced up again, like he was about to fuck me again. "Hold your legs," he told me, before grabbing my balls and swallowing my dick. He worked my dick like a pro, like I had tried to work his earlier. His eyes were soon streaming as he bobbed his head up and down. Just when I was getting close, he stopped and moved to work my balls. I loved it all, I had been moaning the moment he dragged me back down the chair. After my balls, he moved further down, onto my hole. I was loose and sore, but he made me crave more again. I could hear his moans and enjoyment, it turned me on even more. One last suck on my hole, before he held his tongue flat and moved himself all the way back up, over my taint, my balls and up my dick, to swallow it again. This time, he inserted three fingers and played with my prostate. He meant to make me cum and it only took him a minute. I couldn't help but drop my hands to the back of his head, with my dick in the back of his throat and his fingers manipulating me from the inside. "I'm cumming," I slurred, as my dick exploded and my hole clenched around his fingers. I pumped my hips into his face and he took everything I gave him. He was happy to take it. Once I'd stilled, he pulled his fingers out of my hole and offered them to me, shiny from his toxic loads. I gladly accepted, sucking them, as he had sucked me. He pulled his fingers out and met my mouth with his. We enjoyed a sloppy kiss together, while he lifted me clean from the chair and dropped me onto his bed, where he pulled me close and breathed a contented sigh.