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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.

Note: Peter Parker is 18 years old in this story “I-I don’t know about this…” Peter said, looking around the room. The man sitting behind the desk grunted, “Look kid, you come in, say you have no ID, no social and want to earn money, this is how you earn money.” “Yeah, but I thought it would just be, you know pictures.” The man chuckled, “No one pays for pictures kid, look, take your clothes off and let’s see what we’re working with.” “Here?” Peter asked, his voice cracking. He looked around the room again, taking in the peeling wallpaper and the thick layer of dust on the camera equipment. The musty smell was starting to make his nose twitch. He hated this, loathed it in fact, but the fact remained that shy of stealing some, he had no way to make money besides this. He couldn’t even give blood since he had no idea what his blood would do to a normal human being, no one knew him, he had no identity…and his rent was due. Like overdue. The man behind the desk, who introduced himself as Harry, leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk. "Listen, kid," he said, lighting a cigarette. "You're in a shitty situation, I get it. But this is the real world. You want money, you gotta give something in return. Now, take your fucking clothes off." Peter hesitated, his hands hovering over the hem of his shirt. He had never been naked in front of anyone before, let alone a stranger. He had made sure never to change out in gym and doubly covered up around Aunt May. But he needed the money, and he was out of options. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion. Harry's eyes got wide, "Well damn kid..." he said leering at the teen, "Don't stop there, keep going!" Peter, feeling his cheeks flush hot, slowly unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his boxers and the hefty bulge moving behind them. "Fuck, kid, you're packing some serious heat down there aren't ya?" Harry said, licking his lips. Peter blushed even harder, "I-I guess so." Which was a lie, since the bite Peter’s body had changed in many ways. He had lost nearly all of his body fat, was limber as an Olympic gymnast and his cock had swollen to nearly three times it previous size. "Well, let's see it then," Harry said, motioning with his hand. Taking a deep breath, Peter pushed his jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them. He stood there, completely naked, his cock hanging low and swinging. Harry's eyes trailed up and down his body, from the defined muscles of his chest to the perfect V-shape of his hips, and finally arriving at the impressive length and girth of his lower half. "Holy fuck," Harry murmured, a look of lust spreading across his face. "You're a damned sight prettier than I expected." "I...I don't know what you mean," Peter stammered, feeling his flush deepen from the way Harry was staring at him. "Turn around, let me see how nice that little ass of yours is," the man said with a grin. Peter reluctantly turned around slowly, feeling vulnerable and exposed. The man walked around him, inspecting his body, tracing his fingers over the defined muscles of Peter's shoulders, arms, and back. "Fucking hell, kid, with a body like that a cock like this," he said grabbing the boy's flaccid cock, "You never done porn?" "I-I've never even watched porn," Peter stammered, his cock slowly growing in the man's hand to his horror. “Do a few scenes and you can leave here with two grand, easily.” Two thousand dollars! He could pay his rent, buy some food and still have money for web fluid… “What do I have to do?” Peter asked cautiously. The man gave him a shark like grin, “Anything I say.” He was about to say no, just say fuck it and leave, there had to be another way. And then his stomach rumbled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten in over a day… “Hungry?” the man asked, “Here…” he opened up a plastic container and inside were half a dozen brownies, “Eat up.” Peter’s mouth drooled at the sight, and he took one and practically ate it whole while grabbing another. The man walked back to his desk as he watched him devour the whole container. “Ever do Molly kid?” Peter turned to look at him, mouth ringed with chocolate, “Who’s Molly?” he asked with his mouth full. The man just smiled, “Well you have now,” he said under his breath, “Never mind…finish that off…can’t have my new star going hungry.” So, Peter did, his hunger pains subsiding and replaced with an odd feeling in his stomach and a tingling warmth that spread throughout his body. “Ok kid, stand in front of the backdrop.” Peter stood there, feeling the effects of the brownies, his mind going funny places, his body feeling loose and warm. When he looked down, he saw his cock was harder than ever, pointing straight out in front of him. "Oh," he said surprised, "I'm sorry...I never..." Harry shushed him as he turned on the video camera and moved over to the boy, "It's ok, you're a growing boy," he took hold of the boy's massive cock, "And you are a grower for sure!" Peter gasped as he felt his cock swell and harden in the man's grip. "Uh, what do we do now?" Peter asked nervously, "I've never done this before." "This feel good?" Harry asked, his hand lazily moving up and down the boy's length. Peter nodded, his head fuzzy as the man's stroked his cock harder, "Good..." "You want that money right Peter?" The teen nodded again, "Need it..." "You gonna do what I say?" Another nod. "Come on over here and lay down on the couch," Harry said, moving the teen to the ratty old couch in the corner. Peter did as he was told, laying down and closing his eyes as the man's touch felt even more intense, and the ecstasy was spreading throughout his entire body. "Open your legs for me, Peter," Harry said as he knelt between the teen's legs. Peter shakily moved his legs apart, exposing himself completely to the man. Harry began to spread the boy’s legs wide, surprised at how limber he was. He took his hands and parted the boy's firm asscheeks and smiled at the tiny, pink hole winking back at him. "How many licks does it take to get to the center of Petey?" he said, leaning and licking around Peter's hole. The teen gasped, his whole-body tensing as Harry's tongue licked down there. "H-Harry!" Peter cried out, his hands gripping the cushions beneath him. He felt so dirty and wrong, but goddamn if it didn't feel fucking amazing. Harry chuckled a moment before diving his face back in, licking and sucking at the boy's tight entrance. Saliva dripped down Peter's taint and balls before pooling at the base of his thick shaft. Harry's tongue and mouth played with Peter's hole, causing his legs to tremble and hands to clench. "Gonna make you feel real good kid." Harry's voice was muffled against Peter's balls, but the boy heard him clearly. "Fuck," Peter grit his teeth as he felt Harry's tongue probed him. His fingers clawed the couch fabric, resisting the urge to push back onto the man's face. "This is...oh god...wrong..." Peter protested, "Can't do this...stop..." he slurred as the tongue went deeper. Peter's legs were spread wide now as the man devoured his ass, Peter's cock throbbed as he moaned and sobbed, begging the man to stop and then wanting him to keep going. "I-I can't do this," Peter said weakly as Harry lifted his head, "You need the money, right?" Harry asked, wiping his mouth. "Yeah, but..." Peter's words trailed off as he watched the man spread lube on his finger. "No but, you want to get paid," his finger pushed at the slick hole, "You do what I say," and pushed in. Peter grunted, his eyes shutting tight as pleasure washed over him. "You're so tight, like a virgin or something," Harry said as he added a second finger. Peter had never been touched there, had never imagined it would feel so good. Harry sucked his bottom lip as he moved his fingers in and out, getting the boy used to something in his ass. he lubed his fingers again and slid two into the dazed teen. Peter arched his back, mouth open as the pleasurable sensation flooded him. Harry’s eyes hungrily took in the site of him lying there, exposed, vulnerable, and of course sexy as hell. He moved his fingers in and out, letting the boy adjust to the sensation. "Harry...oh god," Peter moaned, his hands clenching and unclenching. Harry moved the boy’s ass upwards until Peter's legs were over his head. Three fingers pushed into his hole now as Harry fingerfucked him harder and faster. Peter's cock was swollen and as he laid there eyes closed in ecstasy, he felt something nudge his lips. He opened his eyes to find the head of his own cock pushing at his mouth! Harry had the boy folded over so far this own cock was pushing past his lips! Peter was horrified for a moment as he realized what was happening and then Harry's fingers brushed something deep in his ass... Peter gasped, his entire body tensing as his own cock pushed into his mouth! For a second the teen was paralyzed in shock but as Harry began to massage that spot slowly waves of pure pleasure raced through Peter's body and his tongue rolled around his own cockhead! Peter slowly began to suckle on his own oversized cock! He had thought about this before of course, after the spider bite he was incredibly agile, but he had been too uptight to try it. But now, baked on Molly and with three fingers fucking him he began to suck his own cock earnestly. Peter's mouth was filled with his cock, he was choking on his own length as he hit the back of his throat. The teen gagged as Harry added a fourth finger, pushing Peter's cock further down his throat! Spittle bubbled around the shaft, and Peter's eyes watered as he fought to maintain breath. Harry's other hand wrapped around Peter's balls, pulling them downward to stimulate him even more. Peter's toes curled, and legs shuddered as he felt his orgasm begin to build. "Come on Petey, shoot your load down your throat," Harry said slamming his thick digits against Peter's prostate, "I wanna see you swallow your own cum!" Peter whimpered, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the internal pressure began to build. Harry's fingers were driving him crazy, Peter's tight ass clenching and releasing around his wriggling fingers, his toes curling as he bore down on that Magic little spot. Peter's cock began to swell and throb, precum dripping from the tip as the waves of pleasure crashed through him, hitting his peak. The boy could taste his own precum as his balls tingled...oh god he was about to cum in his own mouth! The first shot flooded his mouth as he began to cough, what felt like gallons of cum filled his mouth and shot down his throat. Peter choked and gagged on his own load but the moans of ecstasy never left his lips. Harry's fingers were still buried inside him, and he continued to press down on that spot which made Peter cum and cum. His mind was lost in the ecstasy of his own release, and he didn't even feel the fingers slip out of his ass slowly. He collapsed back on the couch, trying to catch his breath as he regained control of himself. Harry took his finger and collected some of the boy's cum that had dribbled down his chin, "Open up..." he said putting his fingers to the boy's lips. "That's a good boy," Harry said, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. "Such a good fucking boy, taking all that cum in your mouth and swallowing it down." Peter's mind was whirling with the intense pleasure he had just experienced. As he began to doze off he thought about what he had done and what the people from his old life would think of him. But the glow of his orgasm gently put him to sleep...leaving that guilt for another day. Peter woke up to a sharp stabbing in his arm. His eyes flew open in time to see Harry pulling back an empty syringe. "What did..." Peter began to say as w warmth flushed through his system and his head spun, "Oh shit..." he said falling back on the bed. Peter woke up to a sharp stabbing in his arm. His eyes flew open in time to see Harry pulling back an empty syringe. "What did..." Peter began to say as w warmth flushed through his system and his head spun, "Oh shit..." he said falling back on the bed. Harry chuckled, "Welcome to the horse," he said as Peter stared up at the ceiling, "Your first hit is free, after that you gotta earn it." Peter just laid there, feeling like he was floating on a cloud...he had never felt so relaxed and free of worry before. He was so out of it that it took a couple of seconds to realize someone's hands were moving over his chest. He looked up and saw a 20 something year old guy, in great shape in just a pair of boxers smiling at Peter. His hands were rough and caused him shiver as they moved over his pecs and abs. "Hi," the guy said softly, "I'm Luke." Peter blinked up at him, trying to focus on his face, "Uh...hi," he managed to say. Luke grinned, "I heard you came in today looking for work. I hear you're a natural." Peter groaned as he felt Luke's hands move down and wrap around his cock. "What are you doing?" he asked weakly. "Just taking care of you," Luke said cheerfully as he started to stroke the teen's cock. Peter's mind was still fuzzy from the heroin he had been injected with. Luke's hand moved up and down his thick shaft, making Peter moan as he thrust upwards into the stranger's hand. He tried to make sense of what was happening, but his body felt heavy, and his thoughts were slow. "Wha...what are you...doing?" Peter asked quietly, still not quite clear on the situation. "I'm here to help you, Petey," Luke said, his hands sliding over the boy's swollen cock. "Let me take care of you, numbnuts." Luke chuckled, leaning in and licking the fat mushroom head of Peter's cock. Peter let out a loud gasp as Luke's tongue moved over his sensitive head. He thought to himself he had never had a blow job before and then remembered he had just given himself one earlier...the realization and the drugs made him start to giggle as Luke began to lick up and down his shaft. "Oh god!" Peter exclaimed, feeling himself sink into the bed as Luke held onto Peter's cock with both hands and took his head into his warm mouth. Peter let out a loud moan as he felt the hot wetness of Luke's mouth envelope his throbbing member. Luke's tongue worked circles around the head of Peter's cock while his hands moved up and down the shaft, gripping it firmly. Peter's mind was spinning as he watched the other man take his entire cock into his mouth. He had never felt anything like this before, and the horror that he was letting another guy suck him off hit him but the pleasure from this guy's mouth made it hard to resist. Peter watched as Luke pulled back and then pushed down again, taking him in and out of his mouth. Luke's hands gripped Peter's cock tighter as he moved up and down faster, taking the boy deeper with each bob of his head. His head fell back, and he closed his eyes as Luke sucked him deeper, eliciting a fresh wave of ecstasy. Luke gripped the base of Peter's cock, pulling him deeper into his mouth as he peppered the head with kisses. Peter couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the euphoria that coursed through him. He continued to writhe, cries of torture-turned-pleasure leaving his lips. Luke moved down and began to suck at Peter's huge swollen balls, the teen writhed as Luke took one into his mouth at a time, slathering them with attention. Luke's skilled hands hadn't stopped their work, he stroked Peter's shaft while rolling the boy's balls in his wet mouth. Peter had never felt anything so intense before, he couldn't believe the pleasure coursing through and from his balls. Suddenly, Luke's lips left his balls, and he began to trail soft wet kisses lower, under his ballsac and then lower. Peter didn't know what was happening, but he gripped the sheets in terror as he felt Luke's tongue trace along his taint. Luke's hands spread Peter's cheeks wider apart, exposing his asshole fully. "Oh god, no, no please," Peter whimpered, his mind telling himself to stop as Luke's tongue swirled around his asshole. The drugged-up teen wanted to push him away, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own, he arched his back and moaned. His hands went to Luke's head, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. Luke lifted the boy's legs higher, getting a clear view of his rosebud ass and the hole winking at him. Luke's face buried itself between Peter's cheeks, his tongue swirling and probing. Peter’s mind was telling him to resist but the pleasure was too much. "Fuck," Peter moaned, his voice low and heavy as he felt the man's tongue against his virgin hole. He had never felt anything like this before, and his body was a jumbled mess of pleasure and shame. Luke's tongue probed deeper, making Peter squirm as the stranger ate him out. "Holy shit, I never...I can't...oh god," Peter whimpered, his hands gripping the sheets as the man's tongue explored every inch of his ass. Luke's fingers joined in, tracing over Peter's hole before pushing inside him. Peter's breath hitched as he felt the intrusion, his body tensing as Luke gently opened him up. The boy's fingers gripped the sheets as Luke pushed deeper, his tongue tracing the rim of Peter's entrance while his fingers explored inside. Peter couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, or slept, he was on sensory overload from the Molly and heroin, and he struggled to make sense of what was happening. All he knew was that it felt amazing. "You like that, Petey?" Luke murmured as he pulled back, his fingers still buried inside the boy's ass. Peter nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. With his eyes closed Peter felt the man move around and then he heard, "Hey, get me ready." Peter looked up and saw Luke was naked kneeling next to him, his hard cock next to Peter's head, "Get it moist for me." Peter panicked; he had never been so close to someone's else's dick before. He pulled back but Luke grabbed his hair and held him in place, "Come on Pete, I sucked you, only fair you return the favor," he pressed his hard cock against Peter's pursed lips and moved it back and forth slowly. "Come on Pete," Luke said firmly, "You want to get paid or not?" Peter's mind was foggy, but he knew he needed the money. He reluctantly opened his mouth and let Luke slide his cock against his lips. The taste and feel of it were foreign and repulsive, but Peter swallowed his pride and obediently wrapped his lips around the head of Luke's cock. Luke groaned with pleasure, bucking his hips and forcing his cock further into the teenager's mouth. Peter gagged and grimaced, but kept taking in more of the throbbing appendage, feeling its warmth and hardness spread through his mouth. The teen wrinkled his nose and pushed himself to swallow as much as possible. Even with the drugs clouding his mind, Peter wasn't keen on the taste, but he knew he had to follow through. He deftly bobbed his head, taking the man's thick cock into his mouth and experimentally wrapping his lips around it. Luke grunted with pleasure, a low growl escaping his throat as he gripped the sides of Peter's head, pulling him deeper. Peter's throat burned as he struggled to take more of the man's length, feeling every vein and ridge with his tongue. He gagged, his eyes watering as he tried to process the overwhelming flood of flavor and texture, all the while trying to make Luke happy. "Yeah, that's it," Luke grunted, his hands tightening on Peter's head as he pounded away at his throat. "Lick it, good boy." Peter whimpered, his vocal cords straining as he accepted the humiliation of this situation and the shame that coursed through him ate away at his sanity. But he couldn't deny the heat coursing through his body, from his mouth and the length of cock that filled it, to the sudden ache building inside him. Peter shuddered, his hands clumsily grasping at Luke's hips. He moved his head back and forth, taking Luke's cock deeper and deeper, his tongue flicking at the underside of the shaft and teasing Luke's head. Luke groaned louder, grabbing at Peter's head as he thrust his cock further between the teen's lips, all the way down to the root, and every bit of the way out. Peter's gag reflex kicked in but he fought through it, refusing to let go. "Whoa!" Luke said, pulling his cock out of Peter's mouth with a wet plop, "I said get me ready not get me off." Peter's face turned red as he realized what he had been doing...he had gotten into it! What was wrong with him! Luke moved between Peter's legs and spread them, "Besides this way we will both feel good." Luke moved between Peter's legs and spread them, "Besides this way we will both feel good." Peter's eyes widened as he realized what was going to happen. He shook his head, "No, no, I can't do that...I'm straight!" Luke smirked, "I won't hurt you, I promise." Peter's breathing quickened as Luke's lubed fingers found their target and began to probe at his virgin hole. "Just relax and let it happen," Luke murmured soothingly as he worked one finger inside the boy's tight ass. Peter's body tensed at the intrusion, but the drug-fueled haze made it hard to fight against it. After a few moments, Luke's finger was joined by another and the boy's eyes widened in pain and surprise as the two fingers began to stretch his hole. This was the second time he had been fingered and the sensation was overwhelming. he was mortified to see his cock slowly started to harden as Luke added a third finger. Luke laughed, "Oh someone is liking it!" he exclaimed as Peter wished he would just die. But as Luke finger fucked him Peter's cock got harder and harder until it was dripping precum over his eight pack. His body was betraying him, but he was powerless to stop it! He looked at Luke, "But..." he began to protest as Luke pulled his fingers free and lined his cock up to the boy's hole. Luke cut him off, "Don't worry, Peter, I'll be easy. I promise, you'll like it." Peter shook his head franticly as Luke slowly pushed into him... Peter gasped as he felt Luke's cock breach his ass and slip inside. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he clenched his fists as Luke slowly pushed inside him. "Ahhh," Peter whimpered, feeling every inch of Luke's cock stretch him out. The stranger slowly kept going, inch by inch until he was buried in Peter's virgin hole. Luke paused when he was fully inside, letting Peter get used to the feeling of being stretched out. "Oh my god," Peter whimpered, his body trembling with a strange mix of fear and pleasure. He couldn't believe he was letting this strange man fuck him, but he couldn't deny the heat building in his body, he felt so full and Luke's cock felt so good. "You're tight as hell, Pete," Luke said with a grunt, "You ok? Does it hurt?" That was the thing...it didn't! Peter was shocked at Luke's whole cock was in him and all he felt was full...and a strange tingling...but that was it. He shook his head and Luke smiled, "Good boy." He grabbed Peter's Hips and pulled the boy upright, until he was facing him, cock still sheathed in his ass. "Ok Petey...ride that cock." Luke grunted as he pulled back and then thrust deeply into Peter. Peter's breathing hitched as he felt Luke's cock fill him, each stroke sending a new wave of pleasure through his body. He couldn't believe what was happening, his mind still couldn't make sense of it, but his body had already accepted it. He began to move with Luke, pushing back against his hips the same time Luke pushed into him. "Fuck, yeah!" Luke growled, grabbing Peter's ass harder now as he set a hard and fast pace. Each thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside Peter, sending jolts of pleasure surging through him. Luke's hips smacked against his ass, driving his hard shaft in deeper and harder, making Peter moan louder and louder. The camera flashed in the darkness, capturing the explicit scene in front of it. The lens didn't judge or care, it just captured the raw sexual act of a muscular stud fucking a young man in the ass. The flashes kept coming, punctuating the sounds of flesh slapping together with bright strobes of light. "Come on Peter, ride my cock! I wanna see you fuck yourself like a good boy!" Luke commanded. Peter's body moved on instinct, pushing back onto Luke's cock as the stranger continued to slam into him. "Fuck, yeah, Petey," Luke grunted, his hands gripping the boy's waist. "You feel so fucking good." Peter's mind was a haze as he let out a loud moan, feeling his cock bouncing with every thrust. Luke's hands reached around and began to stroke Peter's hard shaft in time with his hips. The sensation of Luke's hand on his cock sent another jolt of pleasure through the teen, and he couldn't help but moan louder. "Yeah, that's it," Luke grunted, "I wanna see you cum like a good boy, Peter. I wanna see you shoot your load all over my chest. Can you do that for me?" Peter nodded weakly, unable to form words at this point. He could only focus on the pounding he was taking and the pleasure building in his core. Luke's thick cock drove deeper into Peter, the man's hips slapping against his ass with every thrust. Peter's eyes were glazed, his around Luke's neck as he fucked himself harder and harder. His cock was leaking precum, leaving a wet spot on his toned stomach. "Fuck, Peter," Luke groaned, sweat dripping down his forehead as he held the young man's hips. "You feel so fucking good," he leaned in and kissed Peter, his tongue invading the dazed teen's mouth as he rode him. Peter was shocked, he had never imagined kissing a man but then he had never imagined being fucked either! As Luke cock slammed into him he found himself kissing the stranger back as he pushed himself down on that cock over and over. Peter moaned into Luke's mouth, feeling like he was losing control of himself and for the first time, he didn't care. Luke's tongue explored every inch of Peter's mouth as the room was filled with the sound of Peter's ass smacking down on Luke's lap. Peter's mind was foggy, but the Molly and heroin made the sensations stronger and pushed him further into the abyss of pleasure. His hips moved on their own, sliding up and down Luke's length as the stranger's hands gripped his hips, holding him in place. Luke's thrusts became harder and more urgent as he felt himself getting close, grunting and groaning with every push. Luke's cock hit that spot within Peter, a feeling that Peter was amazed he enjoyed so much. It seemed to send jolts of electricity straight to his balls, causing them to draw up tight against his body. Luke watched the boy fuck himself and then whispered in his ear, "Tell me you're straight again Peter! Tell me you're a nice, straight boy while you ride my cock like a whore!" Luke hissed in Peter's ear. Peter was too lost in the pleasure to even care, let alone answer. He only moaned loudly, his ass slapping against Luke's hips as he grinded down on the man's thick cock. His mind was still hazy with the drugs flowing through his veins, and the pleasure building in his body was overpowering any objections he might have had. Luke's pulled Peter's head back and said sharply, "Say it! Tell me you're straight while you ride my cock!" Luke's voice echoed in Peter's ear, cutting through the haze of the Molly and heroin coursing through his body. Peter hesitated, unsure of what to say. He had never been in this situation before, but a strange sense of power and pleasure coursed through him as Luke dominated him, claiming him as his own. "I-I'm straight..," Peter finally stammered, the word feeling foreign on his lips. "Louder!" he said, pulling Peter down onto his cock harder and harder. Peter's mind was still hazy from the drugs, but Luke's commanding tone sent a shiver down his spine. He felt dirtier, but the pleasure coursing through him was undeniable. "I'm straight," he said again, louder this time. Luke groaned at Peter's words, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, and deeper. "I'm straight!" Peter yelled out, louder than before, his voice filled with a mix of fear, shame and pleasure. Luke chuckled darkly, "Oh, you are such a good little slut," he grunted, and then with a final hard thrust buried his cock deep inside Peter's ass. Luke's cock twitched as he came hard, pumping hot cum deep inside the boy's ass. Peter's body clenched around him as Luke filled him up, leaving peter feeling fuller than ever before as he moaned loudly at the sensation. Peter clenched his fists in the air as his orgasm hit him, he could feel his balls throb and pull tightly as Luke's cock twitched inside him. With a loud, guttural groan, Peter shot his cum up onto Luke’s chest and abs, splattering the sweat-soaked muscles with white hot streams of stickiness. Luke grunted and held Peter steady as he shook, his cock twitching and spasming as he came, filling Peter's ass with more cum. Peter's orgasm pulsed through him, his senses hyper aware as his cock released stream after stream of cum onto Luke's chest and abs. He couldn't believe what had happened, that he had let a man fuck him and he had just came for the first time because of it. As Peter's orgasm subsided he became shamefully aware of his situation, still fully impaled on Luke's still hard cock with spunk leaking down his thighs. Luke pushed Peter back onto the bed, his cock sliding out of the teen's hole, "Yeah you look pretty straight to me there Pete." he said with a laugh as he stood up, grabbed a towel and wiped his cock off as he watched Peter lay on the bed, panting and still writhing slightly as the residual pleasure rolled through his body. Peter felt dirty, ashamed, but also still turned on. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he couldn't deny that his body was still tingling and wantonly yearning for more. Slowly his eyes closed and he felt the world start to slip away again as he heard Luke ask, "So did you get all that?" And then nothing.

Chapter 6 Daddy T was cleaning up the kitchen. Putting dishes in the dish washer, putting away the left over snack, etc. He was just trying to keep busy while he waited. Daddy Z came walking into the room with a broad smile on his face. “It appears all the lectures about safe sex you gave Mandy paid off. She is a condom girly. He fucked her panties. But he didn’t cum. He really is a born sub boy” “Well I am glad she listened. Even if we are the dictionary definition of do as I say, not as I do.” Daddy T chuckled in response. “And yes, Matty really is a born bottom pig. We will have to make sure he understands he will have to break it off with Mandy after they get back home. I don’t see him being interested in pussy anymore after we are done with him” Daddy Z nodded his head in agreement, “He will be surfing the apps for local daddy dick the minute he breaks it off with her. And a benefit to us is that when we visit Mandy at school or just in any of our trips out East, Marty will be there to be our on call boy” ”Very true. Though you will always be daddy’s best and first boy Z” Daddy T said as he leaned down to kiss Z. “Go get the guest bathroom ready. We can’t do it upstairs in our room, it is to close to Mandy. With the guest suite down here on the first floor there is no way she will be able to hear.” “Yes Daddy! I will go get the shower douche attachment from upstairs and then go in there and get it all ready” Daddy Z said kissing Daddy T on the cheek before departing. Daddy T went to his office and got his laptop, then he went to the bar in the family room to grab a bottle of Jack Daniel’s along with 3 glasses, and finally stopped in the pantry for a bottle of Coke. He went to the spare bedroom and opened the door. It was a large room with a king bed on one wall. It had a small sitting area on the right with a love seat. To the left was the wall with the only windows in the room, which had a long low dressing bureau below the windows. This is where Daddy T set up the make shift bar and put his laptop. He opened the laptop and used the mirror function so he could display to the large screen tv that was mounted on the wall in the sitting area. He picked his favorite compilation video of twinks getting railed and set it to play on the tv. He muted the tv volume as the porn was more for visual background. Daddy Z had come in as he was working with the tv setup and went into the bathroom. It had a large walk in shower, soaking tub, two sink vanity, and toilet. He attached the douce nozzle to the shower and got out some towels. He put a few on the vanity and brought a few into the bedroom. Daddy Z put the towel next to the drinks on the dresser, where he also put a bottle of lube he had brought from upstairs. The Daddies then stripped the bed of all but the fitted sheet and a few pillows to use as cushions for angles if need be. They put all the extra things in the walk in closet, whose door was on the left side of the bed. Daddy T went to the kitchen to get a bucket and some ice. He had filled the bucket and was headed back toward the guest room when Matty came down the stairs. He was wearing the basketball shorts and white tank top he had went he went up stairs earlier. “There’s my Matty boy! Mandy fall asleep?” Daddy T greeted Matt with a side hug with his free arm. “Yes daddy. She fell asleep pretty quick. Anytime she drinks she sleeps like the dead” Matt chuckled in response. “Well that’s good. With how much we are going to make you moan and beg it’s good she is out of it. Not that she will hear anything from the guest room.” Daddy T replied as he took Matt hand in his and led him down the hall. “I am not sure Mandy showed you this room. It’s tucked away down here. The rooms are well insulated, and it’s on the other side of the house from the bedrooms upstairs. It was really designed to be a staff quarters, but we use it as a guest suite for visitors so they have more privacy.” Daddy Z was just stripping out of the last of his clothes when they entered the room. “Glad to see you are getting comfortable boy.” Daddy T told Z “Now Matty boy, go with Z to the bathroom. He will help you get prepared. And don’t come out in anything but your birthday suit boy!” As Daddy Z took Matt to the bathroom and taught him the finer points of douching and preparing to bottom Daddy T closed and locked the door. He then stripped naked after which he walked over to the dresser and started to make the jack and cokes. He dropped two of the drinks off with the boys in the bathroom before heading to the sitting area in the bedroom. He sat in the loveseat watching a twink get tag teamed by 4 hot hung daddies while drinking his jack and coke, half heartedly playing with his big dick while he waited for the boys to be ready. When Matt and Z came out of the bathroom they were both naked and freshly showered. Matt was sporting a raging hard on while Daddy Z had a half hard dick swinging as he walked. “We found another sign he is a natural bottom, the minute I put the douche nozzle in his hole and turned it on he got rock hard. His prostate must be hella sensitive!” Z told Daddy T as Matt stood beside him and blushing. “That’s a good sign. Now Matty boy, I am going to lay on the bed up against the head board. I want you to climb up between my legs and suck me like you did this afternoon. Make sure as you do it you stay on your knees with you ass up in the air. Think you can do that boy?” ”Yes Daddy T!! I loved sucking your and Daddy Z’s dick!” Matt responded eagerly. “Good boy. Now Z as he is sucking my dick, I want you to work his hole. Start by licking it then start to open it with your fingers and lube. I know you are an expert at that, make our new boy feel good!” ”Yes Daddy, I will make his hole feel so good and be ready to get opened up!” Daddy Z replied. Daddy T climbed into position and Matt scurried into his spot between his legs. Matt started by sucking on Daddy T’s big balls, then licking up his shaft, and finally taking his fat cock head into his mouth. As Matt progressively worked his dick deeper Daddy T got rock hard and started leaking poz precum down Matt’s throat. As Matt started his task, Daddy Z grabbed the towels and lube and moved them to the foot of the bed. He climbed up behind Matt. He started by blowing gently on the tight pink hairless hole while he played with Matt’s ass cheeks. Daddy Z then kissed the boy’s hole gently. This earned a moan from Matt. Daddy Z started to eat the hot tight pink neg boy hole gently. Using just the tip of his tongue to open the hole ever so lightly at first, then progressively more aggressively. While doing this he continued to play with Matt’s ass cheeks and an occasional grab of his balls and dick. But he was sure not to tug to much on the his boy’s dick as not to make him cum. The entire time Matt was moaning hard from the ass eating and from stuffing over 2/3 of Daddy T’s fat poz dick down his throat. When Daddy Z inserted the first finger in Matt’s hole (after lubing hit up properly) he jump a little causing him to choke on Daddy T’s schlong. “Careful there Matty boy, don’t choke to death. Just relax, arch your back, and when he goes to put fingers in, push out. That’s it, good boy” Daddy T said as he say Matt do as he told him too. The first time his finger hit Matt’s prostate, Matt moan super loud and started to precum. When Daddy Z was three fingers in, stretching his hole and hitting his prostate just right, Matt began to leak like mad and felt like he was in heaven. “I think he is ready for cock Daddy” Z told Daddy T. “Good, go ahead and open him up boy. Get his hole ready for daddy’s dick” Daddy T told Z, which he knew from their unspoken code meant put a load in Matt as lube for Daddy T. Matt pulled Daddy T’s dick out of his mouth asking, “Wait, will it hurt? Also, shouldn’t you use a condom?” Daddy Z was the first to respond. “It will hurt at first, but I will go slow. And the pain and pleasure are mixed together and the more you take the more pleasure it will turn into. Just remember to breath, arch your back, and push out as I enter” “And we don’t use condoms Matty boy. Fucking raw is natural and feels so much better. You are meant to take your Daddy’s raw and be flooded with our cum. You want to please your daddy’s don’t you boy?” Daddy T asked. To which Matt nodded. “Good, then forget about the condoms. Also, while he is opening you up just do as Z said. Once it starts feeling good you can go back to licking my balls, shaft, and head. You aren’t experienced enough to suck and get fucked at the same time, yet!” Daddy Z lubed up his big fat 10 in poz dick. He lined it the fat head, which was leaking toxic precum, and pushed against Matt’a tight raw pink neg boy hole. Matt felt the pain but did as he was told. He breathed out and pushed his hole out as he arched his back. The fat head of Daddy Z popped into his hole. There was pain there, but not as much as he thought. But there was also pleasure. As Daddy Z’s massive dick started to slowly open Matt inch by inch, it began to feel better and not as painful. When the head hit his prostate, the pleasure it sent up his spin made all the pain disappear. He let out a feral noise from the depths of his soul. The feeling of that dick hitting his button in combination with the fullness he felt from the massive dick was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. It was 100 times more pleasurable than anytime he had ever cum in his life. He had to have more!! He started to back up onto Daddy Z’s monster dick. Daddy Z loved how Matty boys hole felt around his dick. So tight and warm and velvety. He allowed Matt to take more then he should faster then he should so that this hole and insides would tear, giving a better chance the poz loads he would be taking would knock the boy up. He saw a little blood on his dick as he started to pump into the boy. Matt was in heaven and started meeting Daddy Z pumps. He had also started to lick Daddy T’s dick and balls again. Daddy Z worked Matt’s hole for a good 10 minutes. Matt was able to take all 10 inches like a true slut, allowing for Daddy Z to go balls drewp and open his second hole. Daddy T was super hard seeing Matty boy take Z big fat poz dick in his neg hole. Not knowing that he was getting filled with toxic precum and soon a huge charged load. He knew Z would cum quietly for his first load, depositing it deep for him to use as lube, while not alerting Matty boy that he had taken a load. Sure enough Daddy T saw the look he knew meant Z was cumming followed by a low moan. That was it, he had just impregnate Matty boy. Put a huge toxic load of his babies balls deep in his neg boy hole! It took everything he had not to cum over Matty boys face! Daddy Z felt like he was going to pass out when he shot one of the biggest loads of his life in that tight raw neg boy hole! Knowing he was stealthing that boy hole and giving him his toxic cum was so hot!!! He knew Matt had no clue that A he had cum in his hole and B that it was toxic cum. The daddies had already decided they would tell Matt about them pozzing him, they couldn’t take a chance on him giving it to Mandy, but they plan was for both to put a load in him first. Then tell him as the second daddy came in him. Hence why Daddy Z did the silent cum. “Ok Matty boy, it’s time for Daddy T to fuck that hole. Z come up here take my place. Matty boy stay where you are and you suck Z’s dick while I eat your hole a little. When I go to fuck you, switch to licking him.” Daddy T instructed. After everyone moved around, Daddy T buried his tongue in Matt’s freshly bred hole. He could taste Z’s toxic cum as he ate his hole. He knew it had to be a huge load as some was already leaking out of Matt’s hole. Daddy T lined up his very hard, very big, very thick dick with Matt’s no super tight hole. He pushed in slowly. Taking a minute to burry himself balls deep. He was thicker than Z so he knew he was stretching Matt’a boy hole even more. Matt’s hole was so tight and warm and wet Daddy T was harder than he had been in a long time. He picked up the speed and started to pound Matt’s hole as he slapped his ass cheeks. He started to dirty talk Matt, telling him what a bottom slut he was. How he was a natural born cum dump. Daddy Z joined in the dirty talk. The dirty talk reached it peak about 15 minutes later. Matt blew a huge load hands free from the pounding his prostate was getting. Covering his abs and the bed with his neg load. That put Daddy T over the edge and slammed hard and balls deep into Matt’s neg raw hole and exclaimed “Take that fucking poz cum boy! Daddy is knocking your neg ass up!!!” With in seconds, Daddy Z pushed Matt’s mouth down on his raging hard dick as he shot his second load into his throat. “Fuck yes take Daddy’s T charged babies in that ass and while you swallow my toxic load boy!” ——————————— Another chapter has come to an end. Next chapter, how Matt responds to his “surprise” and more! 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In the UK we don’t have the fraternity system, with perhaps the closest equivalent being the ‘colleges’ at some older universities, but even this is really very different. No, on this side of the Pond we will usually have our first year at uni in individual rooms within a hall of residence or some other university-run student accommodation, and then head off with a group of people into the local rental market for flats and houses for the subsequent academic years. Sometimes houses are rented just for a year at a time, sometimes a group may do a deal with a landlord to stay for the whole of the two to three years required to finish their degrees with little or no rent paid over the summer break. However, the house I rented with nine other friends for two full years had a definite ‘frat house’ quality about it. Such a large group together is very rare, not least because houses of that size don’t tend to be marketed to students, but we had landed this one thanks to its owner having died (an old lady who lived by herself, if you can believe it for such a large place), and the executor of the estate having given up trying to sell it in a weak market and instead opting to try for a guaranteed income off the local student population. The penalties for damage were pretty severe, but the discounts for doing it up were also very attractive. We got them to put in a new kitchen and do up the main bathroom before we arrived, but we had then put some care into gradually re-painting the house, kitting it out from IKEA (recharging reasonable elements of that to the estate), and we also tackled the jungle-like garden. Such a large group was possible as we had all been together on campus in a mini-block at Hatton Hall, and had really bonded. Yes, there were a few others in that block who hadn’t really integrated with the rest of us, but to end up with there being ten guys who were randomly placed together by a computer who all got along like we did was quite amazing. All of us were athletic (albeit doing different sports), we all liked to have fun, and if we were Stateside we would have been thought of as quintessential ‘jocks’. On the surface at least. You see, we also shared something else in common, namely a bit of ‘flexibility’ when it came to sex. This was discovered guy by guy over the course of the first term, until there was basically bed-hopping happening throughout the block every night. What everyone got up to varied as far as I could tell, but the ten of us all played with everyone else at some point and occasionally things happened in larger groups. Plenty of the guys also went off and found fun with girls too, whilst Josh was out and proud from the outset so he was having plenty of encounters with guys elsewhere too. The summer before we moved into the house is when I decided that I was basically gay as well. As much as I did feel something for a woman’s form, after the year I’d had in Hatton Hall I knew my future was going to be all about guys. You see, I had discovered that I was an absolute power-bottom. I knew some of the other guys took it up the arse as well, but without fail every bit of fun I had with my blockmates involved me getting fucked and bred. I was so insatiable that I let it be known I was available whenever and wherever needed, so in truth I probably got the most action out of all of us given how many times in the average day one of them would stop by for a quick fuck. I loved longer sessions or even when I slept the whole night wrapped up in bed with any one of them, but dropping my shorts and bending over the sink when one of them was horny was awesome too. Contrary to what porn may suggest, I was the tallest and most well-built of all of us. So, anyway, that brings me back to the house we moved into at the start of our second year. We had all come back a couple of weeks early from our family homes around the country to work on the place before we had lectures or coursework to worry about, and it was no problem that some bedrooms became uninhabitable for short periods as we were all so happy sleeping with each other. I kept up my ‘duties’ throughout, being available whenever any of them fancied a fuck, though it wasn’t exactly uncommon to be finding the others fucking or blowing each other too. Even Marcus, who I think had been strictly a top during our first year, was now readily getting on all fours after what he called ‘an eventful summer in France’. Fortunately, with us all being 19 or 20, there was no shortage of cum to go around. We did continue to work on the house once term started, but had managed to get most of it done before then so tended to only do things when we could be bothered. This may surprise you for a house full of jocks, but we were all pretty committed to our studies and therefore made sure we worked hard. With sports teams and of course sex of various kinds taking up time, we only occasionally (and often individually) went back to the master to-do list on the fridge to see if we could tick off a job or two. The two smaller bathrooms and the extra downstairs toilet were laughably retro and remained that way all year, and we were still using quite a bit of the old lady’s furniture around the place, but it was absolutely fine. We also looked after it all well, with no-one getting up to ridiculous antics, and me, Josh, Bailey and Sean always going outside in the garden to smoke even if the weather was shite. So yes, the sex. Well, let’s just say we started getting a bit bolder. This was our own place, no others to worry about, and we were all just very relaxed with ourselves and each other. A couple of the guys still thought of themselves as straight, most as bi, a couple were unsure, Josh had been out from the start, and no-one batted an eyelid when I told them of my own epiphany (perhaps it was obvious to them given I was essentially the resident cumdump). With none of that hanging over us, we started to talk about or just introduce our own interests, kinks or whatever. For instance, where Tom would only occasionally order someone on to their back so he could ride their cock, once you put a collar on him and chained him to something, he started to give me a run for my money in the cumdump department. Hugh revealed some pent-up desires from his many years in rugby changing rooms, which we eventually acted out by all wearing some old rugby kits he had sourced, gathering in the large main bathroom, and making him the focus of a bukkake session (which he enjoyed so much it became a monthly theme night, albeit with things evolving such that he and I would then take the other guys’ second loads from behind). Sam was not a smoker, but if you saw him with a packet of cigarettes then you knew it was a call to action as he would soon be in the shed at the end of the garden with his head hanging out of the window, his arse available for whatever anyone wanted to do to it m, all while he chain-smoked and - randomly - listened to music on a set of big headphones. I honestly don’t think I could accommodate the size of dildo that Sam has taken in that shed, and yet the rest of the time he rarely gets fucked. Bizarre. These are just some of the kinks we had fun with, amongst many others. Beyond that there were toga parties, strip poker, garden wrestling and many other activities that were a lot of fun and always ended up in an orgy. My kink, however, began to manifest after finding a couple of websites by accident on which I found either porn or stories that initially horrified me but, owing to the fact they also fascinated me, in time I realised tapped into something deeper. I did love going to sleep with one of the guys, whether I was the big or little spoon, but I fundamentally got off on just being used by all of them. Now, I had started to realise, my need for this was growing and I was actually starting to want to expand my horizons a bit. Yes, having nine hunks right on hand who are happy to breed you regularly is amazing, but I wanted to be truly used. Anonymously. Regularly. Dangerously. So, unlike everyone else, I started to look elsewhere to explore my kink rather than it being something the guys helped with. I started hooking up with men off apps, always seeking older guys who wanted to bareback and breed me. That just seemed to be part of what I was seeking, and I literally never did anything with younger guys or sex involving condoms. Even that wasn’t enough, so on a weekend when quite a few of the guys were either at away matches for their teams or had gone home to visit family, I headed into the National Trust estate near the campus via a couple of loose fence panels I had read about so that I could bend over by a certain tree and take whatever came my way. I also started visiting a disused toilet block next to the railway sidings that turned out to be a great place to get fucked through a gloryhole. In short, I had become an absolute cumslut. But it was via an app that my itch really got scratched. A guy in his 60s messaged me saying that he and his husband would like me to spend the night with them, and it seemed from my profile like I might enjoy that. His profile had some fields left empty, but it was in the photo album he unlocked for me that there were a couple of images that got my blood racing. Both were from the man’s POV while he was fucking his man, and clearly visible on his torso as well as his husband’s lower back were biohazard symbol tattoos. I wrote back and asked if they were poz, and he replied to say they were and they think that I want to be too. This freaked me out, despite the risks I had been taking lately despite not having got round to getting on PrEP, and I quickly closed the app. But I could not get the man’s words or images out of my mind, with the fascination eating away at me for three days. It was after I was left feeling strangely unsatisfied despite Liam, Bailey and Marcus having bred me in quick succession that I booted up the app again and wrote back a short and simple “yes please”. It took a couple of weeks before we managed to find a mutually convenient evening for us to meet up. During that time I flip-flopped repeatedly on whether I wanted to go through with this, but every time I nearly cancelled or thought about getting on PrEP, something stopped me. Despite the logical part of my brain telling me this was crazy, that it would probably mess up a great thing I had going in the house, that it would forever limit my options for a relationship and so on, I could not keep down the other part of me that just wanted to have this sordid experience. I did not know at the time what bugchasing was, nor had it been any part of my life prior to the guy messaging me, but I could not shake the newfound need to go through with it. It was a Friday night that, after a final fretful hour of soul-searching and drinking vodka to calm myself, I cycled over to the address the guy had given me. When he answered the door I was a little taken aback at how much thinner he looked than in his pictures, but he greeted me with a warm smile before coming out to open the gate to their side alley so I could securely store my bike. I then went inside, finding the house to be nicely decorated and very cosy. His husband was in the kitchen and came out to meet me, and while he was maybe a little beefier than the guy I had been messaging, his skin and muscles still looked a bit off. I realised then that this was the effect of them being poz, and my stomach gave an involuntary shudder. Still, I held my nerve and did not bolt for the door, instead joining them on their back patio for a couple of cigarettes and a few shots of whisky. The guy I had been messaging was called Harry, and his husband was Sid. They talked to me about uni life, sports, and marvelled when I described the goings-on at the house. Indeed, this got them so turned on that they started to become quite tactile, touching my arms and shoulders a bit before getting bolder and starting to feel my biceps, pecs and buttocks. When we were all getting more than a little horned up, we headed upstairs to their bedroom and got down to business. I stripped down to just my jockstrap, and then lay down on the bed on my front. Over the next maybe half an hour, either in that position, on all fours, or on my knees with my head on the bed, I let them prepare me for what was to follow. They fingered and rimmed me, and then towards the end pushed a toothbrush into me which I realised was probably to make me more susceptible to their HIV. Some part of my mind was screaming at me, but I was otherwise overtaken by the moment and just allowed it all to happen. Then, without much fanfare, Harry climbed up onto the bed, positioned himself on my back, and slowly but firmly pushed his cock into me. He let me adjust for a moment, and then began to rock his hips so that he was sliding in and out of my hole. Sid sat down on the bed next to me and gently began stroking my head as his husband fucked me, which did actually help me to relax and almost forget what was happening as I enjoyed the feelings radiating out from my hole. It was only stunted breathing and a final lunge into me that indicated Harry was cumming inside me. After he had calmed down and dismounted, Sid went round to the other end of the bed and encouraged me up onto all fours. He fingered me a little, before pushing his own cock into me. Harry watched this happen, before he came round and climbed up onto the bed so he was sitting in front of me. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed him to push his softening cock inside, the familiar taste of cum being mixed with something metallic. Somehow that didn’t send me into a panic, and I instead just closed my eyes and focused on swirling Harry’s cock around in my mouth as Sid’s fucking of my arse got progressively faster. He growled as he slammed into me one final time, and unlike with Harry, I could feel his cock throbbing in my hole as he pumped me full of poz cum. This pushed me over the edge, and I came in my jockstrap without ever having touched my own cock. After some time coming down from the heat of the moment, the two men disengaged from me and got off the bed. Harry told me to stay put for a moment, before fishing a buttplug out of a bedside drawer which he lubed and then pushed into me. They then got their dressing gowns off the back of the door, Sid fished a spare one stolen from a hotel out of the wardrobe for me, and we all went back downstairs. They mixed some cocktails, and then we went back outside to smoke. They wanted only to talk more about the antics that my housemates and I got up to, so over a couple of drinks and cigarettes I regaled them of the various orgies, gangbangs and other activities we had engaged in at the hall of residence and subsequently the house. This, I realised, was entirely about getting them both hard again, but it was also getting me horny so that I was more than ready when Sid suggested we go back upstairs. This time, however, Harry opened the door next to their bedroom, and I went in to see that it was not a guest bedroom but actually a sex playroom. Even in the relatively small space available they had installed a sling on a frame, a padded leather bench of some description, a cushioned plastic floor mat, and a huge frame that looked like the St Andrew’s flag on its side. It was this that they steered me over to, and I obediently raised my arms and spread my legs to allow them to secure me in place using padded leather cuffs on chains at each corner. Harry pulled the chains tight and secured them behind the frame, and then with barely a hesitation, Sid took up position behind me. He pulled out the buttplug, and then pushed his cock into me in one quick go. “You like that boy?” he growled. “Yes” I panted. “You like having my poz cock in you again?” he continued. “Yes” I shouted, my heart racing. “I’m going to fuck you and breed another poz load into you” he said. “You want that?” “Yes” I growled. “You want both of us pumping you full of our toxic DNA so it will become part of you!” he roared. “Oh fuck” I panted, while bending my legs as much as I could to get my arse closer to him and his cock. The gentle nature of the two initial breedings was gone, and for the duration of this fuck Sid pounded me roughly while spewing a litany of poz talk. I could only moan, whimper and repeatedly tell him how much I wanted it. When he finally slammed in and pumped his load into me, I was almost delirious. Harry soon took his place, and I was once again being fucked hard by a toxic cock and loving every minute of it. Finally I was being used in a way that scratched that deepest of itches in me, and any thoughts about the ramifications were silenced. I was yelling for Harry to breed and poz me by the time he eventually did. They left me standing there while they got their breaths back, and then they worked together to unhook the chains from the cross before leading me over to the padded bench. I got down on it on all fours, and then they secured the same chains to hooks on its frame. Harry then went to open the curtains and window, while Sid fetched a large metal bowl from somewhere and placed it in on the floor below my face. He opened a bottle and poured a little water into the bowl, before putting a straw in the bottle and holding it to my lips so I could take a few sips. I wasn’t sure what the bowl was for until a cigarette was popped between my lips and lit, realising it was to allow me to smoke despite being immobilised on the bench. I heard them also lighting up, before they then set to work at my cum-soaked rear end. What I guessed must be a toothbrush was pushed into me again, and for quite a while I just huffed on the cigarette as they brushed my insides, stroked my buttocks and occasionally rubbed my lower back. Eventually the cigarette was nearly done and I allowed it to drop into the water in the bowl, getting strangely fixated on watching it go out and then bob around while my insides were being roughed up. I knew this was about allowing their toxic cum to soak into my bloodstream more easily, and I was fully on board with it. “I hope you’re comfy, boy” Harry said from next to me. “Yes” I replied. “Good, because you’re going to be on this bench until dawn” he said, causing Sid to chuckle. “You tell us when you need a cigarette or some water, but you’re staying put until we’re done with you.” “Yes sir” I replied, somehow sensing this was expected of me. I suppose I should have been concerned or even panicked over the situation. My phone and wallet were both in my shorts next door, and being locked in place like this it would be easy for them to point my phone at my face to unlock it and then gain access to anything and everything they wanted. I think at some level I sensed that this was not something these two would do, but really I was just revelling in how I was being used as a hunky piece of meat to fuck, breed and poz however they saw fit. And fuck, breed and poz me they did. For the next few hours they took it in turns to be inside me, on occasions both leaving for a while to rest, drink or whatever, always with a buttplug left shoved in me. Their only interest at my front end was giving me the occasional cigarette or sip of water, and they were otherwise focused solely on rimming, fingering, fucking, breeding, brushing and plugging my arse (always in that order). On one occasion they were gone for longer, and I too fell asleep with my chin resting on the end of the padded bench, with my sleep being broken by the buttplug starting to be pulled out of me again. Even when I woke up I was still happy to be there and doing what we were doing, which I reflected later on was a sure sign it was indeed what I wanted. It was well after dawn when they finally unhooked the chains from the bench, and I stiffly and wearily got to my feet. As they seemed to now be completely done in I figured it was OK to also unbuckle and remove the leather cuffs from my wrists and ankles, before I did some stretches and shakes to wake up my limbs again. During one of these the buttplug was suddenly propelled out of me onto the mat, and I looked down in awe at the copious drops of cum that marked its landing spot, while feeling even more oozing out of me and down my legs. Knowing that this cum had been full of toxic swimmers when it was pumped into me caused me to spring a hard-on despite the number of times I had ejaculated hands-free over the course of the night. However, the two guys made it clear they were all fucked-out, so I would have to take care of my dick myself! Sid pointed me towards the guest bathroom to get cleaned up, and when I emerged from a glorious shower I found a pair of nice fluffy towels sitting on one side of the sink and my own clothes all neatly folded up on the other. I dried off and got dressed, before heading downstairs to find the two of them cooking pancakes and bacon, with bananas, blueberries and other bits already out on the table. I gratefully accepted a cup of coffee from the fancy machine, and then sat at the table and looked out at the sun on the small garden. “You know” said Harry, as they put the plates of food out and sat down, “you do not look at all like the normal chasers we encounter.” “Chasers?” I asked. “Guys looking to get infected” said Sid. “We get a lot of them through these doors, and they never look like you” said Harry. “Oh” I said, looking down at my plate. “I guess… I guess I didn’t know this was something I wanted or had even thought about until you contacted me.” “That was only two weeks ago” said Harry, sounding surprised. “Are you sure this is what you want?” asked Sid, reaching out and clasping the back on my hand on the table. “Yes” I said, looking up and directly at him. “I knew something was missing, and this feels like what it is.” “Well, OK then” said Sid, giving me a warm smile. “In that case we’ll probably need to book you in for a repeat visit.” “You will?” I asked. “It can take a few goes” said Harry, “particularly with a handsome hunk as young and virile as you.” I could not help but blush and smile at that compliment, somehow mentally skipping over the dark context. Yeah, when I looked in the mirror I liked what I saw, and I knew the idea of fucking me appealed to almost every top out there even if they normally preferred twinks or bears (my track record on the apps being proof of that). But it was still always a nice surprise when a guy actually told me they found me hot, as so few ever commented on it and instead just wanted to get me bent over. “But you know” said Harry, “it doesn’t have to be here.” “What do you mean?” I asked, before hungrily taking a first mouthful of breakfast. “Well, it seems like you maybe enjoy it all a bit sordid, right?” he said, to which I just nodded. “In that case you might enjoy it if we took you somewhere else next time.” “Maybe let a few other guys enjoy you too” said Sid. “We have some friends who have probably never been with someone like you.” “Where would you take me?” I asked, after swallowing the food. “Well” said Harry, “there’s a sauna we like to go to where I imagine you could spend several hours without your arse being empty, there’s a couple of other places where men like to meet where we could whore you out for a few hours to whoever was there, and of course our friend Omar hosts parties sometimes where you would be very popular as the only neg guy in attendance.” “Fuck” I said quietly, causing both of them to chuckle. “I think that’s a yes” laughed Sid. Over the rest of breakfast and a short cigarette break afterwards we made some plans for future dates, and they also made me promise to message them if I started feeling unwell. Then, with time ticking on and a need for me to get back to start on an essay paper, I thanked each of them with an uncharacteristic kiss before I retrieved my bike and set off home. On the ride back I was most surprised by how untroubled I was by what I had done, perhaps expecting that the morning-after regret would set in, and then on the last bit of the journey I switched to concocting a convincing version of the truth involving a middle-aged gym bunny couple, just in case any of the guys asked about my night. However, it was never actually brought up, and there was only a passing comment from Jack about the state of my hole as he slid his cock into it that evening. Pretty soon things were back to normal for me, but deep down I knew that an internal clock could have been set ticking, and failing that I had only to wait another couple of weeks before I got another opportunity at whichever venue Harry and Sid chose. I could not wait. To be continued… —— NOTE: There can be mixed feedback to use of images within stories. However, I am one of those people who thinks very visually, and sometimes creating versions of the characters can inspire and help me to craft the stories I write. In this case I ended up with a few versions of a scene, showing Aaron (our narrator), Harry and Sid smiling together in the garden while in their dressing gowns after the first gentle breeding. Rather than ruin this story for those who prefer to use their own imagination, I will instead post a link to the gallery created specifically for this topic. I may end up adding to it depending on where the story goes, or I may not. I am also not saying which version is the one that has stuck with me as being who I think the three characters are, so that anyone who wants to take a look can make their own unbiased choice. If you like this sort of thing then enjoy, and if you don’t then please just leave it be. Gallery: AI Images for The House

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!

My best scruff fails screen captures. From yrs ago

I used to always use a dab of toothpaste on my hole after I was all done hosing and showering ahead of play. It not only served to "freshen" the hole after all the hosing and sludge slides, but I swore by Arm and Hammer mint gel for the effect it had on my ass lining- a rub around the ass lips and then poking it up into the hole, and within a few minutes the "drool" was in progress. Now that I have retired and can play, too often solo, every day, the need to prime the slime is not as much of a need. I def upvote the use of some mint gel toothpaste for the guys who do not use their hole daily if not regularly. And, the other benefit, I am one of those older bottoms who came of service in a day and time when it was expected the bottom would always be spotless for the top, so even if the hole is spotless, if there is a lingering scent it can disrupt my pig head. With the toothpaste in use, it clears that risk and keeps the head in slut/pig mode.

"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.

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… 😉

Yeah, to be honest I feel a bit bad about saying 'Trump is America'. Really I was reporting more on a British stereotype of a certain type of American characteristic that looms large in the British national consciousness. Of course it is a lot more nuanced than that. For example, it is very clear and obvious to me that Barack Obama is America too - that elevated, soaring eloquence he has... yeah, you don't find that very often anywhere else outside America either... And you're right about blaming it on 'The Other' being a standard populist playbook thing. And I recognise that a lot of the British media coverage is skewed because you are to us, after all, a foreign country. I'm fairly sure your news coverage of British politics will be similar lacking local nuance. What really resonates is what you say about those who are resisting. Not really seeing that reported in our news much here, but if you go on social media - wow wow that American resistance is visible everywhere. So yeah, I'm gonna stand that 'Trump is America' comment down, and apologise fully and completely for it. Really I was kinda reporting on a stereotypical British perception, and yeah... should've made that clear. Shouldn;t have been so unfair.

I admit, the kickoff was quite simplistic, but of course, I can elaborate: In past decades the US created and wielded what many call 'soft power' so it could nudge other states in certain directions, encourage/discourage some actions simply by asking nicely (or maybe not so nicely), nevertheless just by asking. And I'm pretty sure many things happened only after careful deliberation of 'what the Americans will think od it'. It was made easier for the governments of 'affected' countries the high approval rating of the US by general population. Poland for example had approval rating of USA above 90% (Poles, probably thought more highly of USA than its own citizens...). But actual establishment is deliberately ruining all that, so less 'soft power'. I would think, given the chance, everybody would rather live in a country, which is loved and respected, than hated and mocked. I'm sure, US (its actual government) could have much of what it wants by just playing it nicely (tariffs, border security, probably not Canada or Greenland). Its called diplomacy, I think (not an expert). When I saw Donald's: "...pease, please, we do everything.." speech I was horrified and I would have been even as US citizen (maybe more so). US is now just spitting insults with nothing to gain from it and it starts to have real consequences (eg. consumer boycotts, reevaluating strategic purchases). And there are probably some psychological consequences of being citizen of a country that used to be 'greatest in the world' to 'that odd bunch which wants to annex Canada and believes that Ukraine invaded itself with Russian tanks'. So my position is that public should be concerned.. It visibly was during Occupy WS in 2011 (but it was about the money.) I actually promoted it here once, but people still bumping into the subject which is explained in essay TWO CONCEPTS OF LIBERTY, Isaiah Berlin. In short its about difference between freedom from and an sinister version of liberty, which always ends up in totalitarian disaster. It is short and enlightening, promise 🙂

First, thanks for sharing your well-considered thoughts. Sadly, they're mostly true. However, he is definitely not America. He has, however, given voice to a certain subset of Americans that feel - for some unimaginable reason - they they are "deserving' when others are not. They blame "immigrants", they lay the blame for their lack of achievement at all kinds of places that have zero to do with their life-choices. They blame religious folks, irreligious folks, they blame any/everyone they can point at, with the assumption that it couldn't possibly be themselves. Mr. Trump has fanned these resentments into a prairie fire, and it may consume us - it may not. History is replete with con-artists pointing the finger of blame at "the other", and Mr. T. is only the latest, fanning the flames of discontent. I'm not sure what kind of media-coverage you receive in the UK, but here, there are two separate camps - the Maga camp and the Progressive camp, and the Magaroids are slipping down the scale of serious consideration fairly quickly. I suppose that's the reason Mr. T has been forcing his policies (along with Musk) down Americans throats at such a fast and furious pace. He knows perfectly well his days of action are numbered. There are still millions of Americans of good will, fair mindedness, generosity and kindness, despite the President's constant blaring, stirring the numerous pots, on and on. The "America" you remember is still here, we're doing everything within the law to resist, there are 100K+ demonstrations daily, all over the country, protesting the policies of the President. Understand that there's an undercurrent of dissatisfaction within a substantial number of Americans, now relatively voiceless, that detest what's happening to our country. Again, thanks for sharing your thoughts.

I... what the... holyfuckinshit there is so MUCH to unpack there! 🤣🤣🤣

First of all, it’s a bit telling: this schmoe thinksPREP that post seroconversion, it’s a quick descent from Poz to AIDS….in this day and age, there’s absolutely no excuse for a gay man to be ignorant of the HIV and its progression. Secondly, PREP is PRE exposure….besides, with such ignorance, I’d bet he would not be aware DoxyPrep even exists.

Thank you too @PozBearWI. i think you are a wonderful part of the BZ community and i am grateful for you being here and contributing. i'm actually still in Mexico, staying at a gay resort. Lots of partying going on, but i'm not a party sort, more of a wanna sit around and discuss type... and of course, have sex. 🙂 Been walking around, a lot, feasting on street food (it's incredible). i love the Mexican culture and wonder why anyone would leave here to go to the US. i know, there are reasons, many economic, but i'm tempted to move to Mexico. i find it encouraging that Mexico elected Claudia Sheinbaum, a woman and a Jewish person. i find the vibe here to be progressive and accepting. i'm also struck by the general humility i encounter in this culture. To me, it is a strength and i believe the US benefits from immigration of Mexican people into our culture in so many ways... i think it should be encouraged, not discouraged. i appreciate and agree with your assessment of trump as a "classic schoolyard bully." He doesn't lead, he coerces and uses fear and intimidation. It was part of what i was trying to convey in another thread where i suggested some respond to trump as a 'dom.' Some perceive/equate bullying with "dom" (i think it's opposite of Dom). i think there are a lot of bullies in power in the world right now, i listed a few in my other post, and i think trump is part of the group. i think Germany is a good example of a society that healed and recovered from a bully dictator, i hope our country can do the same.

When I watch him, I mute the sound bc of his voice. Sounds to feminine when he is getting railed.

…pledges my allegiance to not a Koran/Talmud/Bible but to a cumslut taking 350 million loads from every citizen. I’ll be your Nero fiddling deep up your anus. I’m going to choose a cumslut queen that makes Melania look more like an abbess. Please write to me if you want me to intervene on your fuckhole’s behalf to be a sperm-centric ballot box for the next Presidential ballot box. Let’s send you up the pop charts.

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i connect to a Tops desire/need to penetrate, fuck and seed me. Different Guys communicate that in different ways. i have a current FB Who breeds me 3-4 times a week for the past 5 years. When i am giving Him oral, He is very verbal and expressive, till he reaches the point where He wants to nut, then He simple says: "turn over so i can fuck you." He fucks like a beast, He's a muscle guy and just naturally pounds the hell out of me, but also kisses my back and touches me in a way that feels really affectionate too, but all wordlessly. Sometimes i can tell when He nuts, other times i cannot... i'm pretty sure He keeps fucking after orgasm. Then He silently pulls out and takes a shower. Every single time. i'm usually still lying limp face down on the bed when He comes back in the room and dresses, He often asks if i'm "good." He likes to hear that i loved everything He did, and i'm pretty noisy while getting fucked... just comes out. The fact that He keeps coming back (He always initiates) speaks volumes. As far as random hook ups? If i feel His lust when He penetrates, fucks and leaves a part of Himself in me, that's all i need or want. i want His pleasure, release inside of me, more than words after.

I was into used condoms for long time. My friend would empty out his trash can and give me his old condoms he used on his girlfriend. I could never decide if I enjoyed jacking of my in old ones or newer ones. I’ve also found ones in random places, find bathroom locked the stall and jerked in them. Did it for years.

"insert tab A into slot B, repeat as needed" --from an actual BBRT profile

Inasmuch as no one has been banned for any post in this topic, nor in fact even given an infraction, you may be barking up the wrong tree. I'm happy to cite my sources, and in fact I did so in a private message with the member whose content I had called out. I agree that you have a point about transparency, and I'll be happy to try and make my reasoning clearer. But this is a private web forum and yes, the rules can not only seem, but be, arbitrary and even biased. We moderators are volunteers and we don't write the rules, we just apply them.

You can call it what you want, all I know is that I have to have it deep in my asshole or my throat!! I’m a cock whore.

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**

The first line I can't claim credit for: Lookup "Craig shoemaker Lovemaster", it's hilarious. But yeah I get the multiple definitions for it. Q: What's the difference between a porcupine and a BMW? A: The pricks are on the outside of the porcupine.

Because, well, we ARE warm wonderful people for the most part. 😃 This is why I don't often wade into this sub-forum, but I wanted to give y'all some perspective, because most people can and do want to have civil dialogue and not have political division. Consider that the majority of voting Americans had reasons to vote for a change as they weren't aligned with the Biden administration's direction. For 4 years, a lot of us were gaslighted about 'what was right' and 'what was wrong', told we were 'racist' for not buying into the narratives we were being fed by the media. The media out and out lied about the mental state of Biden, which has now come out in various books written by people who have worked with him directly, and people saw it fall to pieces during the Presidential debate. Simply, the emperor had no clothes and there wasn't anything to hide or explain away. And parents at school board meetings who are concerned about their kids did not deserve to be branded as 'domestic terrorists'. We were also told there was nothing that could be done about our border security. We now realize that was wrong since we can look at the state of the border since January and see that got-aways are down by over 90%. Now that we have a policy about the treatment of TdA and MS-13, we see one party rallying to the defense of a single individual who was ruled as deportable. Twice. And a certain senator is quick to want to fly down there and return a gang leader to Maryland, but was noticeably silent on the murders committed in his state by MS-13. Now I'm an 'independent' voter, more aligned to issues and probably closer to libertarian in beliefs, and I've been finding that many of my friends who were on the fence are not leaning into the Democratic Party here because they've lost the plot on what they stand for. Other than hating Trump but offering few, if any, solutions. Their words. We could go on but I'll stop there. I also have quite a few friends in the UK -- former colleagues, friends, the like. A couple of them are like you and struggling to understand what is happening. I don't blame them. One of them is a good friend but we'll never see eye to eye, and that's ok. A few others I've had here as guests and took them to the shooting range. They were open-minded but not very pro-gun. I'm a gun owner a few times over. Once they got the hang of it, they had a good time and a very different outlook. Being American and living in Florida is a much different experience than British living in the midlands or London. They understand it more, I won't say we always agree. There are a few things to keep in mind about most Americans: The media stopped being about facts long ago, so very few are trustworthy and all are focused on spin. Americans DO want a closer relationship with our allies. We don't want to alienate them, but we don't always see things the same way. We're not racists. Or fascists. That's just people spewing the term without an argument behind it in most cases. If you can cite an example in this administration, I can probably cite a few in the prior one, but it's just not worth the vitriol that comes from most arguments. Most Americans -- as shown through DOGE's discoveries -- are tired of the lack of financial transparency in our government. There's a whole discussion in that, but we're spending beyond our means for really stupid shit that doesn't benefit us (though it's likely making politicians like Stacey Abrams rich). And most Americans are tired of seeing our country give itself away and letting our jobs flee to places like China or India or Mexico where it diminishes our living standard. So some things need to change. But please don't mistake people that voted for Trump as being symbolic of the average American -- they aren't -- and try not to judge the chess game right now on each individual move. There's a longer game playing out here and it remains to be seen if it'll be successful. In some ways, it has been. It's a massive shift from the past 4 years of us not really knowing who controlled the auto-pen or who actually was leading us, and people are probably not very comfortable with the rapid change of pace. I just wanted to weigh in on your post only, I'm not responding to ad hominem attacks if we disagree. Just because we might not agree on every single issue doesn't mean we can't be civil or either of us can't be allies. Hope this provides some perspective. Peace, mate.

Here in Britain, we've always seen the US as a close ally re: foreign policy, but we also keep Americans kinda at arm's length because although we share a common language, the cultural differences are huge. And I don't think Americans really realise that. But recently, even that perception of America as an ally is rapidly changing here, and that's principally because whatever your political persuasion here in Britain, most of us despise that kind of brash, vulgar, nakedly racist style of politics that Trump, Musk and Vance embody. Remember the Trump Baby Balloon? That was us. It says a lot about how we see him, how we see ourselves, and how we see 21st century America. Check this out: right now Trump has an approval rating of 13% here in the UK. Reform UK, Nigel Farage's far right political party, and the nearest political bedfellow to Trump's Republican party, is polling at around 25% Work that statistic through: half of all British people who do resonate with that far right, straight white grievance politics cannot stand Trump. That's how toxic he is over here that even the British white nationalists don't like him! That brashness, that lack of grace, or style, or dignity, that narcissism, that grandstanding... that's kind of a British stereotype about Americans anyway, and right now your government is broadcasting it in the Megawatt range. It's having a huge effect on the perception of your country here. We voted en masse for Brexit (well, I fucking didn't but anyway), and now something like 65-70% of us want a closer relationship with Europe. That must include a good many who voted Brexit, and a major reason is because America no longer feels like a friend to Britain, or Europe. I know a lot of Americans have been asking how America is going to survive a second Trump term, but here in Britain, a lot of us think, quite simply, that Trump is America, that he and his government embody so much of that sickening underbelly that America would rather not see of itself. Sorry to say these harsh things, because on an individual level, many Americans are warm, wonderful people. But fuck me, this is the underbelly bursting forth like the Alien out of John Hurt's chest. And very few of us are actually that surprised...

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HUGE NIPS -- love em! Are you just interested in gettin bigger ones? Or are you hard wired and want bigger nips for more intense nip use? I've got big eraser nips that are hard wired to my fucking cock like crazy. I'm always pulling and squeezing one of em with one hand while I stroke with the other. And when I'm fucking and sucking I like my partners to chew and suck and pull and really go at them. I've never used suction cups or anything on mine. I think that all the use they got made them bigger so I'd recommend that. Clothespins. Those metal spring clips that have a thumbscrew so you can set the minimum gap when they're released. You should be having guys chew and suck them as much as possible and as often as possible. Tell them that you NEED to FEEL their hunger as if you could make pec milk. (Fuck I wish I could! And find another guy who did so I could feed from him too!). This is a huge fetish of mine.

Chapter 2: He heard the sound of the stranger's zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then a sudden warmth and pressure as the anonymous man's dick pushed against his lips. It was thick, just as he had imagined, and it filled his mouth completely. The engaged man's eyes rolled back in his head as he took it all, his tongue dancing around the velvety head, tasting the salt and musk of a stranger's desire. The poppers had done their work, turning his nervousness into pure, unbridled lust. The stranger's hand wrapped around the back of his head, guiding him in a rhythmic bobbing motion, his hips thrusting in time. He could feel the man's excitement growing, the grip on his hair tightening with each stroke. The sounds of wet, hungry sucking filled the small bathroom, a symphony of lust that seemed to echo off the cold, hard surfaces. Suddenly, the stranger pulled out, leaving the engaged man gasping for air. "You want more, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the man's very bones. The engaged man nodded, his eyes still blindfolded, his mouth still open in anticipation. The hand that had been holding his head guided him to a nearby wall, and he felt his pants being pulled down to his ankles. The cool air of the bathroom caressed his ass and thighs, sending goosebumps rushing over his skin. The stranger's hand was on him again, this time tracing a line down his spine before settling on his cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. With a grunt, the stranger pushed him against the wall, and the engaged man felt the tip of that massive cock at his entrance. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, and then it was inside him, stretching him wider than he had ever been. He let out a muffled cry, the pain quickly giving way to an intense, burning pleasure. The stranger didn't stop, didn't hesitate, just started fucking him hard and fast, his hips slamming into him with an almost brutal force. The engaged man's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his body no longer his own as he was used and filled by this stranger. He could feel the man's hand on his throat, squeezing gently, the other hand digging into his hip as he was pounded into the wall. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was all he could hear, all he could feel was the cock inside him, claiming him in a way that no one else ever had. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take any more, the stranger stopped, pulling out with a wet pop. "On your back," he ordered, his voice gruff with need. The engaged man complied, his legs shaking as he laid down on the cold, hard floor. He heard the sound of the baby change table being pulled down with a clang, and then he was being lifted onto it. The plastic was cold against his back, but the heat of the stranger's body quickly warmed him up as he was entered again, this time with an even deeper, more primal force. The man's cock was a piston, driving into him without mercy, pushing him to the very edge of his limits. The pain was exquisite, a sweet agony that had him moaning and writhing, his own cock trapped and straining against his stomach. He could feel the stranger's hot breath on his neck, his teeth grazing his earlobe. "You're mine now," the stranger murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated lust through the engaged man's body. "Mine to use whenever I want." The words were a catalyst, igniting a fire in the engaged man that had been smoldering for weeks. He arched his back, pushing himself onto that thick, delicious cock, meeting each thrust with his own desperation. The stranger's hand found his own cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and it was all too much. He came, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. But the stranger wasn't done. He kept pumping into him, harder and faster, until he too reached his climax, filling the engaged man with a hot flood of cum that spilled out onto the baby change table. The sound of their ragged breaths filled the room, the only testament to the carnality that had just unfolded. When the stranger finally pulled out, the engaged man felt empty, both physically and emotionally. But as the blindfold was removed and he looked into the eyes of the man who had just fucked him so thoroughly, he knew that this was just the beginning. There was something in those eyes, a glint of ownership, of possession, that told him that aussieanon had big plans for his newfound toy. And as they dressed in the dim light of the bathroom, exchanging knowing smiles and a promise to meet again, the engaged man realized that he was more than okay with that. He craved it, in fact. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of discovery, it all just added to the excitement. As he stepped out into the cool night air, the taste of the stranger still on his lips, he knew that he would do whatever it took to feel that way again.

I was apprehensive about this trip to the small town where I used to play with the other kids instead of party with the adults. I had just turned 19 a couple of months ago and even though I was now legally an adult, I was a bit chubby and not very confident in my body at this point in my life. It felt awkward going to a new year’s party that my parents usually attended. I was normally left at my parents friend’s house to play with the other kids around the small town or just relax and hang out, do whatever I wanted within reason of course. They were mostly my dad’s friend’s but mom still spent time with them as well, and Harold and Vivian were very nice hosts, and very kind to me when I came to visit with them. Vivian was very motherly, and like a grandmother to me. Harold was very butch, stern but very kind. The burly bear kind of guy who didn’t take shit from anyone: he was stocky, and very hairy as salt and pepper hair busted from the top of his shirt near his neck, and he had a big beard and mustache as well, also grey but it gave him a very dignified look. I remember looking at the chest hair flowing out of the top of his shirt before and thinking it was kind of hot when I started to get older. I can almost hear my dad now: “ come on boy, it will be fun! For a change you can drink and enjoy the music at the shed party with all of us!” I told him I didn’t want to, truthfully I wasn’t big on drinking but I DID want to get away from home and hopefully find someone to have some fun with. Mostly a virgin, I only had a dildo I bought online up my ass before, besides one guy I had the pleasure of getting fucked by with a condom on but his cock wasn’t that big. My dildo was bigger, and I was really in the mood to try and meet someone with a cock maybe my size, perhaps a little bigger to see how it would feel having the REAL thing fuck me when it wasn’t 4 inches long. My own dildo was about 7 inches, just an inch bigger then my own cock and not too thick so I was able to slowly, over time get used to taking it comfortably. I didn’t expect to find someone at the shed party we would be going to… instead I had installed grindr on my phone, and took a few minutes to setup a profile in hopes I could meet a guy, hit it off with him and go over to his place. I am an adult now after all, I can take care of myself! We were just pulling up to Harold’s house when we saw Vivian was out on the front porch having her smoke. As soon as we stepped out she greeted us enthusiastically: “oh you are here already? I just got supper on now and Harold is up to the guys shed just up the road getting things in order for tonight! They are hanging Christmas lights all around the inside and outside of the shed, putting in speakers from the club…” As she talked to my parents, I dismissed myself to go in and shower, I planned to prep good so I could be all clean in case I managed to get a chance at having some fun later! I opened up grindr when I had finished my shower and was surprised to see quite a few profiles in the area, not a lot in the small community I was in, but it seemed like at least 5 or 6 men were online now and 3 of them were somewhat close! I checked a few of them out but one profile stood out to me: he had no picture posted but his profile read “looking for a guy interested in taking my cock since it is too big for the missus. Discreet and in need of someone to drain my balls, they are heavy and I cum big loads” Right away, I messaged him intrigued, his profile was unlike the others here and I wasn’t into the twinks around here, I wanted an older experienced man and I had hoped I found him. When I heard my phone go off almost immediately after I set it down I thought I hit the jackpot, he messaged me and said: “Hey. I checked out your profile… I like em a bit thick. You don’t seem like you are from around here huh? That works out good for me since I am married to a woman and have a daughter as well but we have not had sex in years. I need someone to discreetly take my cock and make me feel good… do you have any pictures to share?” My heart jumped but I was so excited I didn’t even think about who it might be or the consequences of sending a picture of myself to a man I had just started speaking with. I immediately took a selfie of me with my back to the mirror and my ass in plain view as well while I was slightly bent over so he had a nice view but it wasn’t revealing my asshole. As soon as I sent it he replied almost instantly “wow!” but nothing else. Despite me asking if he liked it, he didn’t say anything for a few minutes, so I got dressed and went out to meet everyone and chat with the family and friends before the big get together. I had chalked it up to this man wasn’t serious or interested in me, so I put it out of my head and thought to myself ill check the app later but just try and enjoy the night… My parents had told me before leaving that they were invited to another shed party to entertain for a while, my father played guitar and a lot of folks here enjoyed his music so he and my mother opted to go over on the other side of the community, before telling me to have a good time and not to drink too much. Harold and Vivian were more then happy to “keep and eye on me” over the course of the night and said that if I was tired or wanted to call it a night, to just go down into the house later and I thanked them profusely for this as I had planned to have some fun hopefully later, and as long as my parents were not around I could smoke as well as have some drinks without any judgments! I enjoyed smoking weed when I could get my hands on some, and I knew someone would have weed on them at the shed party, every year even when I was younger I could smell it off the older men coming in and out of the shed when they went for “smoke breaks”. After arriving, talking to a few guys and getting into the swing of things I stared to feel out of place a bit. Most guys and girls were enjoying the music and dancing and drinking but it wasn’t really my scene I enjoyed. The party was in full swing, people were still showing up and you could hear some snowmobiles coming up by the shed as well. Some people here didn’t care about drinking and driving… I didn’t really like that they did it but you can’t tell them anything or they get mad with you, so I kept my mouth shut and decided I would head out for a smoke break and check grindr without prying eyes. Maybe someone had gotten back to me and I could try having some fun. I went outside and a couple guys I knew were having a joint and passing it around the skidoo they were chatting around so I maneuvered myself over to them and eventually got a few puffs off the joint, as well as them asking me a few prying questions but letting me smoke with them. Once they left and went back inside I was left alone, and I pulled my phone out only to find a couple messages by the guy who had previously messaged me. The first one said: “might be busy later, let me know what you want to do? Then the second one jarred me, he said: “are you zack?” That was my name. I know I sent him a picture of me with my face and ass in the shot while I was naked in the bathroom but who could possibly know me here on grindr?! I looked at his profile again. His profile read 7 feet away. He was at the same shed party I was. For a minute I was frozen in the cold winter night outside, not from the temperature but from the message I had received and what my brain was trying to process. Who could possibly be here that knew me on grindr? I didn’t know any of these people were gay or bisexual, they all acted straight as an arrow and most seemed even a bit homophobic to be honest. I was more then scared now after getting high and felt like going back inside wasn’t an option… then I thought about what he had said before: the man was discreet and had a wife and a kid. He most likely didn’t want to be outed, so I should be safe going back in for another drink. Who knows, it might calm my nerves and maybe ill send him a message back and see where it goes? For now I just wanted to clear my head so I went back in and spoke to a few guys and spoke to Harold as well, he asked me about how I was enjoying the party so far and I said something nice while trying not to let on how nervous I felt. While idly chatting I couldn’t help but feel eyes on me. Someone was watching me but I didn’t know who or where, I just felt it and after another drink I felt like I needed some fresh air. That man from grindr was still in my head and I wanted some answers so I went outside, only to find 2 guys having a drink on their newer looking snowmobiles, they shouted out to me but I ignored them and wandered away from them and checked my phone. Grindr guy was gone! His profile disappeared, as if he had blocked me. I felt even more uneasy and noticed 4 more guys exit the shed, and then light a joint and start passing it around. One of those men in his forties who i had seen before over the years was just STARRING at me. If looks could ignite a fire, he was starting a blaze. I stopped looking at them and decided not to go and join them and ask for a hit, something about that group made me nervous so I stuck by myself. As I put my phone away, the two men on their snowmobiles passed me by, saying happy new year and other nice things on their way past me back into the shed, so I was now left alone outside with the group of men. The guy staring at me earlier called out to me: “eh, you want any of this bud?” I was shy but responded: “Umm, no thank you.” Him: come on over, I seen you looking. Have some of this, that will loosen ya up and help you relax. You seem like ya need it bud! My brain was firing off warning signs and red flags but I felt like if I said no now they would think I am weird or something Me: if it’s ok with you guys? Yeah ill have a hit. Him: come here, you having a drink too? Me: no, I had a few earlier but I haven’t opened another one yet. Him: BRETT! GO GET THE YOUNG MAN A FUCKIN BEER! I made it over to the group, as as the guy named brett resurfaced and handed me a budweiser, I was trying to figure out why this guy was familiar. He seemed like a guy my dad may have been friends with, and I seen a handful of times over the years but never had any real interaction with him until now. The man who spoke to me passed me the joint for a couple hits and then spoke up again: Him: name is frank. Think I may have seen ya before, you are jamie’s kid right? All grown up now if you are here drinking with us hey big guy? A couple if the others chuckled at that remark but I confidently responded: Me: yeah, that’s my dad. My name is zack. Nice to meet you guys, thanks for the puff. I don’t get to enjoy it much. Frank: nice! Yeah it’s good stuff, john grows it himself. Brett: be careful, it might knock your socks off if you ain’t careful hahaha! John: ah let him finish it. I got more where that came from. Enjoy it zack, see ya around later? I got a nice broad here who wants to dance with me heheh… With that, john and brett walked inside, leaving me frank and another guy outside while I finished the joint. I was really starting to mellow out and forget about the grindr guy, the weed was helping me relax and feel good and I was starting to like the party more if some guys had some good weed they wanted to share with me. While I was finishing my beer with the last few hits, unknown guy spoke up: “Hey I’m going to head inside for a while. Its fuckin cold out here haha you guys coming in a minute?” Frank: yeah man in a little bit. Might just have a cigarette and go use the washroom down the hill at the house before I pop back in. “Alright cool. Catch you later” With that he disappeared inside as well and almost immediately I felt the vibe shift as frank looked at me intently. I could swear I seen him before… was he one of my dad’s friends? I was starting to feel very buzzed and most my thoughts were not sober ones anymore, I found myself wondering what grindr guy meant when he said “wow” and if he blocked me BECAUSE he knew me after asking me my name and I did not respond to him immediately… I also wondered what his cock looked like, he had asked me for a picture of myself but never reciprocated. I felt slighted that some man whose identity I was unsure of had seemed to know who I was, they even had a very revealing picture of me while I had nothing of them and had no idea who they were. Frank broke my thoughts and the short silence: Frank: so what kind of snowmobile do ya got? Or did you walk here or get a ride? Me: I uh, don’t have anything special or fancy like some of the guys that pulled up here… I walked up. Frank: you walked up eh? Are you staying very far from here? Me: I’m staying at Harold and Vivian’s, they are pretty nice to me. I realized he was asking me a lot of questions and was wondering what he was getting at, so before he had time to probe me further I asked him the first thing that I could think of while I was high and a bit tipsy that could direct the conversation away from me. Me: So what kind of snowmobile do you have? Nice. Real smooth, I thought to myself. You couldn’t think of an original question to ask him? Frank: A 700 mxz, want to see it? I parked it just around the back, there’s not enough room out front for all the skidoo’s that are here tonight… Me: I’m surprised so many people will drink and drive on snowmobile… Frank: Yeah they do what they like here. Cops don’t seem to bother with it, too many people do it so they don’t fuckin care. Come on. With that, he started walking around the corner of the shed and I found myself following him, around the side where there was tracks for the sleds parked back here, and then to the back of the shed, there was a small clearing for a bunch more snowmobiles that were parked in a row here, but the rest of the area was enclosed by trees. Nobody would see us here unless they came around the back themselves… Frank: there she is. Purrs like a kitten too. Want to go for a ride on it? Me: ummm… not right now. Maybe later? I felt like leaving the party and going somewhere with him wasn’t a great idea right now. I didn’t feel like I knew him well enough at this point although I was sure I had seen him around scarcely when I was younger, and I was starting to sense some tension in the air. The skidoo itself was nice though, it seemed in very well kept condition and I always liked the style of those mxz’s they looked cool I thought. Frank: *grumble* ah suit yourself. I think I need to take a piss. Before I could respond to what he had said, he had his fly down from his snowsuit and dug his cock out of his jeans to show off what looked like a BIG uncut cock that must have been 5 inches soft, followed by 2 nicely shaved balls that looked plump and very full. I was buzzed and more then horny for cock at this point, but was shocked and unable to form words right away from what was happening, he started to piss and I started to think about how it would look fully hard, but both frank and myself noticed I was staring as he was mid-stream and he spoke up: Frank: Can’t take your eyes off it eh? Most of the bitches here are like that too. Hardly any of em can take it though. I even gave up on the wife when she complained and I wasn’t even halfway in yet! Hahahaha! You like what ya see boy? Being called “boy” seemed to do something to me the way he said it, almost as if it was endearing. I felt myself blush hard but I didn’t respond right away, so he continued while pissing like a racehorse: Frank: You seem like you like my cock, and from what I can tell from that picture you sent me earlier I like what you have going on yourself. Didn’t think you were gay but you got a cute ass, makes all the men crazy and the women jealous I bet hahaha! So HE was grindr guy! He was the guy who disappeared after I sent a picture to him and he asked for my name! seemed to be getting off on my squirming and could see I was conflicted but horny. Me: u-uhm, don’t you have a wife and a daughter? I stammered out a sentence while he was finishing and I noticed his cock twitch and throb a bit, growing a little even on the cold outside air. Frank: Ya, the missus never puts out anymore. And I can’t get you pregnant so I don’t have to worry about another kid! Although trying to knock you up sounds like a lot of fun heheh. You like my dick? He was asking me if I liked his cock while I was at a shed party with a bunch of straight people who didn’t know I was gay. I could hear the music thumping and people laughing and having fun just inside, but out here nobody seemed to know what was going on just out back of the shed. He started playing with it and jiggling it towards me, as if trying to entice me. Me: I…. Really like your dick frank. It looks really nice… My voice trailed off when I realized I had betrayed myself and told him I liked what I was seeing! Then again he seemed to be into me too, so what was the harm in that? Frank: Ya want to suck it? Me: What?! Here??? Frank: Hell yeah, right here. Why not? Me: What if someone comes looking for us? Or what if someone comes out to their snowmobile… Frank: Nah, nobody is leaving the party this early, it’s only around midnight… besides the washroom is what most people use to take a leak haha! They don’t come behind here. If anyone leaves the shed we will hear them opening the doors out in front. Frank stepped over to his skidoo and sat on the seat of his MXZ, cock still hanging out and now growing harder by the second, he must really be horny! Frank: Now I know you want this, so why don’t you get over here and make use of your mouth and get me fully hard? It’s going to need a warm place to slide into after being out in the chilly air like this heheh… ------- I didn't want to make a post that was too long, but let me know if you guys want to hear more!

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”.

Thanks @tallslenderguy. I appreciate your thoughtful post. How was your vacation in Mexico? Were you able to at least temporarily avoid the noise from donnie for awhile? The rhetoric from him is divisive. Donnie acts as the classic schoolyard bully. As always with bullies, there are classmates who are "on their side" (at least for awhile) and those who perhaps have been bullied by him before, and actually learned what they needed to do going forward from that experience. At his core though, his method has been to obfuscate facts. If I can get others to believe in my "facts" which might be observably incorrect; he gets a member of his club (as it were). Donnie opened his first full day in office in 2016 with a bald faced lie, in calling it the largest inauguration ever. And perhaps, honestly I don't have the numbers to back it up and honestly, I don't care to compare success of an inauguration by what it cost; but rather by things like "what he said" and "crowd participation". And in our modern world, how do we know how many people actually viewed it. Does it matter if it was playing on an unwatched TV? (assuming network can track which channel has most endpoints tuned in moment to moment)? There are thousands of public places with TVs playing things like the presidential inauguration in public places everywhere. That doesn't mean people are actually watching it. So I find it difficult to believe that viewership is a legitimate metric. There are people who are attracted to donnies personality. I find his personality repulsive. He isn't the only human I've known like that. It is of course our society at large who votes. So voting results are a blend of emotion and reason. Political advertising has leaned hard into emotion. One is to be pissed off at someone at the end of them; and they measure success by the number of calls made to the "call senator XYZ and tell him what a mutherfucker he is"... With a number to call. A whole lot of people conflate what the person says to what the party says; failing to observe any dichotomy. They go after their winning team. Some voters actually listen to the people they might vote for to hear directly from them what their platform is. And votes might better be a metric of media success now than reasoned decisions. This suggests some systemic changes we might make as a society on how we collectively come to beneficial decisions. Unfortunately, all of us can better understand today the difference between what donnie said when campaigning and what donnie is saying, and doing now. Some will still blindly align with anything he says and never connect that to why shit costs more everywhere, and wonder where cousin ABC has gone to.

It's rare I actually meet with anyone from a hookup site/app, but if I do I will make it clear from the start t's going to be bareback.

With my adhd it takes a certain type of man to hold my attention and I have multiple ways that I fulfil my sexual desires. When I'm getting gangbanged I have an emotional connection with every guy taking turns and if it's not then i have a connection with it's either with the top that's organised it or the audience that are watching. The feeling of reproduction only happens after a slam and/or ketamine and I'm hallucinating that a beast or the devil taking ownership of my body and impregnating me . Some of my dump and go hook ups have an emotional connection while others don't and both turn me on. I know when my emotional connections are real or just a temporary induced feeling for sexual enhancement and focused on the tops pleasure. I'm more likely to have no emotional connection at a sauna, bathhouse , cruising spots and sex clubs but I have had two boyfriends that I met at a bathhouse and made several friends. I love having no connection as much as having one. It's hot when guys just start sucking and riding my cock or just start fucking me because that's our only purpose. When I'm in that frame of mind the biggest turn off is suddenly being treated like a real person.

I feel Daddy T and Daddy Z are doing Matt a huge favor bringing out his gay side. Lucky before he me married Mandy. Also giving him a gift him is a bonus for Matt. I hope he isn't to upset.

Fuck it just keeps getting hotter. Excellent writing, looking forward to reading more

I completely agree, and you give some good, detailed perspectives here from the inside of the US. I guess I was just trying to give an external, cultural perspective - not that detailed tbh - from here in Britain. Peace to you too man 😉 *** The other thing that I didn't say here, but have said elsewhere, is never underestimate the power of a Crisis Cult. Saw it a bit here with Brexit, and then the whole thing with Boris Johnson... and yeah, if I ever criticise the US for voting for Trump, never forget that Brits gave that utter fucking imbecile Boris Johnson a landslide election victory in 2019. I do believe Trump's rise owes an enormous debt to crisis cult psychology. There's something kinda 'John Frum' about the evangelicals who are devoted to him, like he is literally the Second Coming who will make all this liberal, gay rights, civil rights, women's self determination, progressive stuff just.... disappear. There's an old anthropology story about some Melanesian islanders who believed that if they danced a certain way, and prayed really hard, that Sydney Harbour Bridge would appear on the mountain, and they would become wealthy Australians. John Frum. Or the 19th century Native American Ghost Dances in response to the mass killing of all the bisons and the destruction of Plains Native cultures. The sign of something that's dying, and this is the last gasp. Psychologists call it Extinction Burst. This really has the feel of that for me...

When I was 10 my 14 year old cousin used me as he wanted until I was 18. He bred me many many times

Last day and I’m not sure how much energy I can put in. I have come down with bear flu. THE bottom who fingered me did me some damage and I hurt now, guys who do that deserve a special place in hell. Reds has been quiet, I was lucky the first night otherwise it’s been like 10 people or so if that many the rest of week. Strange. It’s such a cool club. Factory. This seems to be pulling everyone but it a lot of cruising and the bottoms waiting in main bed basement area could be a while….definitely a small twink has advantage even during Bear week go figure. Strong Construction this is the place to end the night, but it’s lluck you need and timing but realize a lot of guys are cruising for cuteness , lots of whiskey dick and messy bottoms….but if luck is on your side u can can get a bunch of fucks in quick succession. Last night was messy but got three powerful fucks. I apologize for the sloppy hole . I’ll try to make rounds before packing but I’m looking to go home…this I think would be better during carnival, pride or fetish…even with the bears. Seems empty…bears more social than sexual. and seeing a guy in wheelchairr cruising Construction reminded me to stay humble and glad there is a place even for the challenged there is space for you.

I had to go from pa to nj by myself. It was about 1 am and stopped at a rest stop to rest a little. I was up for almost 18 hours. Looking around I got curious. I opened sniffies and saw a couple of guys there. I hit one up and got asked if I wanted some head. I said yes told him where i was parked and car got in the back seat and waited. I saw a tall white guy walking around and saw my car and walked over. I opend my door and said hi as he got in. I was at a spot dark and far from the building. He wasted no time undid my pants as i pushed them off and got the best blowjob ever in my back seat! He sucked me dry then pulled the rest of my pants off and sucked my balls. Told me to turn around to see my ass then in no time rimmed my ass for sometime. He wanted me to fuck him but I wasn't into him i just told him I was a bottom only. He was a little pissed and got out and walked away. Now I got a surprise! As he left me and there was a guy watching us all that time. As I was pulling my pants up and he appeared open the door and pulled my leggs. I was about to fight him then he said i heard your say your a bottom. Confused I said yea and he started to pull my pants off saying I saw that ass of yours from the windows and I want it. He rolled me over pulled me out so my leggs were touching the ground as he dropped his pants and climbed on me. Heard him spit a few times and felt hisbhead at my hole then shoved his cock in. He was brutal with the choking and pounding I couldn't move much by the way he held me and my neck. He pounded me for some time kept pulling my hips up to get in deep. I definitely was enjoying this! He started to growl as he was about to blow his load then layed on me for a little. He got up and pulled his pants up. I rolled over to put my clothes back on as he said thanks have a good night. I chuckled and said thanks

"Yes please, Sir." I answered into his shoulder. "You want another toxic load, boy?" He pushed. "Yes, Sir. I want another toxic load." I felt hands push my shoulders up, where my body came back to me. I started riding slowly, enjoying the wetness around my gifter's shaft. Grunts and moans from the man beneath me, as I got more energetic with my efforts. I picked up the small brown bottle again, but before I could uncap it I was flipped over in one, smooth motion. I had let out a small yelp, not expecting the manhandling I had been the vitctim of and was answered with a silent smile. His bearded mouth spat forcefully into my face, covering me. My eyes flickered shut, before I opened my mouth wide. Another string of saliva was dropped onto my tongue and I was told to hold it there. I kept my tongue extended, as I revelled in the sensation of my gifter's spit roll down to the back of my throat. "Swallow," he told me. I did, my dick pulsing in unison. "Come and suck my dick," he said to me, pulling his dick out of me and stepping back. I followed his body, rolling my self off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I lifted my hand to his balls to hold him still while I worked, being rewarded with the smell of his sweat. Before I put my mouth over his fat dick, I moved my nose to the space between his balls and his thigh, inhaling as if I were sniffing on the popper bottle. He smelled amazing, perfect even. This was the smell of a man who had worked all day and hadn't showered since the night before. My dick pulsed again, straining against my jockstrap pouch. I sniffed again and again, before I was told to stop. "I said suck my dick, not smell my balls, boy." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, looking me in the eye. "Good to know you love my man smells, though. You can enjoy yourself later. Now, suck my dick!" He had issued an order and guided my face to the tip of his shining dick, allowing no deviance from his instructions. I covered my teeth with my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking his cock as deep as I could. I relaxed around him, my hands on his firm, round buttocks as I tasted myself and the stranger's cum. We moaned in pleasure together, revelling in filth. "Such a pig," he said. "You fucking love it, don't you?" "Mmhm," I murmured back to him. "You're a nasty little bug hole, can't get enough, can you? Bug pig!" He claimed, pulling my head backwards by my hair again. He spat in my face again. My dick pulsed. "Get back on the bed. On your back." As I stood, his hands grabbed my face and pulled me to his own. I was kissed, deeply and passionately. I kissed back with the same fervour, enjoying the intimacy and wrapping my arms around his defined torso. "On the bed!" He almost yelled at me, breaking the kiss and pushing me backwards. I almost fell on the bed, lifting myself up and little and grabbing the back of my knees to expose my hole for him. "Good boy," he said. The gifter dropped down to one knee and buried his face between my cheeks and started lapping at my loose hole. "Oh fuck, Sir. Ugh, you make me feel so good." I whined. My hands fell to the back of his head without me realising what I'd done. He continued to work his tongue on and in my hole for a couple of minutes, before opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on my hole. I felt my ring pulse outwards and into his opened mouth. I also felt something escape my hole without my permission. He broke contact, ignoring my hands and standing up. He leaned over me and initiated another kiss, this time he released cum into my mouth, kissing me sloppily. While we were sharing cum from my hole, I could feel him lining his dick up to my hole and pushing in. I moaned into his mouth, my arms around his neck as he began moving his hips back and forth. He broke the kiss, two strings keeping us connected as he leaned back to gain more leverage for his thrusts. "You're a dirty pigboy. Tell me you want my load," he said. "I want your load, Sir. I want your bugged up cock." I told him. "Fuck yeah you do. Only bug chasers come back a second time. Tell me you're a bug chaser. I want to hear you say it." I admitted it out loud. "I'm a bug chaser. I'm chasing your STDs, Sir. I want HIV. Infect me, convert me." "Fuck. Fuck, boy." He stretched out each word, just as he was stretching out my hole. "I'm gonna get you, you nasty little bitch. I'm gonna poz you up." As we got verbal with each other, he slipped two fingers alongside his dick, eliciting a deeper moan from me. He pulled out within seconds, lifting his cum laden fingers to my mouth. "Taste them, boy. Enjoy toxic cum." I obliged, opening wide and sucking his fingers dry before swallowing what he had fed me. "Please poz me, Sir. I need it. I can't think of anything else. I want your toxic load, Sir. Knock me up. Please?" I begged him as he fucked me. "Huff some poppers, boy. I want you loose. You feel so good right now. Looser than last time, you're amazing. Your cunt's so talented, boy. Loosen up like I'm fisting you." He said. I unscrewed the lid from the bottle I was still holding and started to inhale. "One. Hold," he commanded, taking control. "Release. Two. Deeper. Hold. Two, three, four, five. Release. Deeper this time, three. Hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, keep going boy, nine, ten, release! Good boy! Good boy," he praised me, as I panted in fresh air. "Relax that cunt, you're getting bred." I had been concentrating on my hole the entire time he was directing my poppers use, but now I dropped my head back onto the bed, let my calves fall onto his shoulders and left my hands gently on his neck. I let my hole relax completely, enjoying the noise we were making together. I moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the man giving me everything he had. His muscles were tense, working hard and his skin was dripping sweat onto me. I moved my hands over him, feeling his slicked down body hair and encouraging his efforts. I decided to encourage him verbally, too. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Tell me when you're coming. Don't pull out. I want that poz load, Sir. I want it balls deep. Give me that toxic cum. Convert me. Make me yours. Make me your boy. Infect me. Give me that HIV, Sir. Give it to me. I need it. Give it to me, Sir! Knock me up" I begged him, over and over. I said everything I could imagine to egg him on. He didn't take much longer, once I'd started the poz verbal. I almost matched up to the porn in the background. "Ugh, unh. Huhh, fuck boy. You're making me cum. You're gonna get it. Take my toxic load, boy. Get pozzed you pig chaser," he grunted as his thrusting faltered, stopped and then continued slowly. "I'm gonna convert you, boy. You're my chaser," he said as he collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his sweaty body, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of his head. "I'm your chaser, Sir. My cunt is yours," I promised. "I don't want you taking any other loads, until we know you're poz. Are you okay with that?" He asked me. "Yes Sir, I'm okay with that." I answered. "Will you be arranging another surprise for me?" "No. That was a one off. He wanted to join in, have his chance. He took a while to poz me, so I doubt he's gonna get you from that one fuck. You didn't bleed from the double fuck we gave you. You're all mine." I could hear the grin in his voice as he said the last sentence. We lay for a few minutes, his weight on top of me as we came down from our high. His dick started to soften and slowly drew back from my hole, before he pulled back and stood up. "Clean my dick, pig," he said. I immediately rolled from my position and onto my knees, to dutifully clean my top, in thanks for his load inside me. "Did you bring lube?" He asked. I stopped my service and looked up at him. "I left it in the car, Sir! I need to go get it!" I half shouted. "Too late for that, boy. On the bed, on your knees. I'm gonna work those loads in again. Relax," he issued his instructions one by one. As I followed them, I heard him spitting on his hands.

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?"

I was 18. And just started in my freshman year in college. I had just started figuring out online about dom/sub related stuff and I was online and chatting with a guy in the same town and he asked if I wanted to meet, knowing I was inexperienced. I agreed and within 20 minutes he offered me a 3 year training contract. It gave him full rights over my body no limits. I had only been fucked once or twice and always with condoms. I accepted the training position, and he locked me in a cock cage. He told me my first order of business was to get fucked by him. He put me in his sling, lubed up, and started to fuck me. I made the mistake of asking where the condom was. (That cost me the worst beating of my life) He told me that I would never see a condom again for 3 years. He proceeded to breed me nearly virgin-tight hole. Little did I know, he had also posted an ad on Craigslist offering up my hole to anyone. When he was done, I asked him to help me out of the sling. He laughed and told me what he had done. I was so scared. I only ended with 8 that night, but that was my first experience.

I woke up cold. We'd drifted off, after our exertions and hadn't gotten underneath the duvet. I lay there, unsure of what to do. Should I wake him, or snuggle closer and his body to keep me warm? Either way I needed to use the bathroom first. I tried to extract myself from his arms without waking him, but I was unsuccessful. The man I'd met hours earlier stirred and spoke to me. "Are you leaving?" He asked me. "No, I just need to piss," I answered, getting off the bed. "First door you come to," he told me. "Are you cold? I'm freezing," he said, moving to get under the blanket. I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway, finding the first door in the darkness. The light made me recoil, blinded. I relieved myself and wondered what time it was. After I'd finished, I left the light on and went to my clothes, still in a pile by the door into the apartment. I fished my phone out of my pocket; 3.3am. I didn't make much sense of the timing. I was so tired, maybe we'd stayed up longer than I'd thought. I did work 3 loads out of the man. I walked back to the bedroom, feeling a chill creeping in. The room was dark as I dropped my phone onto the padded chair next to the bed and climbed under the covers. I shuffled towards the man who'd bred me only an hour or so before. "Welcome back." His hands grabbed me and pulled me to his body. "You're freezing!" He exclaimed. "You should have said something." "I only just woke up," I told him as my body shuddered, accepting the warmth under the blanket and a man against me. It was still dark when I woke up. I'd drifted off again. This time my dick was hard and I could feel another hard dick against my butt cheeks. I moved, pushing my back and my ass into my new dom. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon," he whispered in my ear. He moved his arm on top of me up, licked his fingers and moved it back underneath the covers. "Unhh," was all I could manage, as his fingers rubbed his spit across my hole. I felt his hand move off my ass before his thick cock pushed against me. I relaxed my hole and angled myself towards him, to make it easier for myself. My hand moved towards the seat, trying to find the bottle of poppers. I found my phone, dragging it towards me, before dropping it and moving my hand back. Finding the small brown bottle, I snapped my hand to my nose. His fat dick was already inside me when I was uncapping the poppers, frantically seeking help. "Huff those poppers, boy." I was ordered. "Deep breaths." I didn't know how he could see me, but I did as I was told. I sniffed deep and hard at the bottle under my nose twice, before capping them and thrusting my hips back towards the dick inside me. We both moved slowly, enjoying a slower fuck. I moaned and grunted, enjoying his thick raw dick. "Thank you, Sir. I fucking love you inside me," I said. "Mhmm. Yeah, you like raw dick, don't you? Tell me you love it raw." "Raw is law, Sir. I love it raw. I haven't used a rubber since I was 20." I confessed. "Good boy. Good boy," he said, each word longer than the last. Our hips thrust against each other for a long time. I was starting to tire out when I heard him say "I'm gonna have to crank it up a notch if you want another load, boy." "How do you want me?" I asked. "On your front, don't move." I rolled onto my front, away from him. His dick slipped out, making me moan. I kept my body still as I reached for the poppers again. My top moved over me, lining his dick up to my hole, still under the duvet. Cold air rushed in at my back, as he lifted himself off me and I started inhaling the poppers. "You want another toxic load, boy?" I answered as I exhaled. "Yes, sir. Knock me up." He pushed inside as I exhaled again. "You're gonna get it, gonna get infected. You want me to convert you?" "Yes, please. Give me what you got, I need it, poz me up, Sir," I begged. The man on top of me started to pound at my hole. I felt his sweat dripping onto my back as he talked dirty to me. "I'm gonna give you my bugs. You're gonna get it, boy. Tell me you want HIV. Beg me for a poz load." I obeyed every instruction. I kept my body still, whilst he fucked me hard and fast, replying to his poz verbal. "Give me everything, Sir. Give it to me. I want HIV, infect me. I need poz cum!" After a few minutes, I felt him shudder. He thrust deep and hard, then lay down on top of me. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back up over us both. A few minutes more, he spoke to me, "Suck me clean, boy. I thought you liked ass to mouth?" I pulled his cock out of my hole and shuffled down the bed to find his softening member. I opened my mouth and enveloped him, tasting his toxic cum and my bloody cunt. I couldn't taste much blood, wondering if I'd dodged the bullet tonight. 'Time will tell,' I told myself. Slinking back up the bed. hoping to be spooned for the rest of the night, I was met with a white plastic strip in front of me. "You're neg, boy. Your test is negative." "I'd almost forgot we did that," I said, moving my back against his chest. "Me, too... I'm glad you're neg. I hope I get to change that," he said, before throwing the test onto the chair and wrapping his arms around me.

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.

Chapter 2: Father John We met Father John a few days after our arrival in the new city. We settled into a bed & breakfast that was draining our last savings, we were alone, and we didn't know what to do. Despite our sexuality, we had always been very religious, so it was natural for us to seek comfort and concrete help in the only Catholic church in the area. We went to Mass one Sunday morning, and to our surprise, we noticed that there weren't many people. As soon as we crossed the threshold, we felt the gaze of the few faithful all on us. It was no wonder, two strangers in such a confined environment stand out immediately. We tried to keep a low profile and sat in the back pew. It was incredible how they continued to stare at us unabashedly, especially the men: the few women were next to what I believe were their husbands or fathers, keeping their heads down. The men, however, stared at us intently, some with curiosity, others with amazement, still others with disdain, to the point where I thought they had immediately realized that Paul and I were together. I felt uncomfortable, as if we had crashed a secret club that didn't want us there. I tried to hold their inquisitive gaze, and then I noticed something that sent shivers down my spine: the men all seemed like they were veterans of a war or a rave party, they were pale, with sunken faces, glossy eyes, so much so that at first I thought I was at a funeral. They all seemed old, even though some were not. Fortunately, the staring contest was interrupted by the sound of a bell, and we all stood up for the arrival of the priest. The singing began, and the altar boys came out from a door with the priest following. Even the altar boys seemed strange, they were adults, or so it seemed to me, and they too had a sad and emaciated appearance. They seemed to drag themselves wearily to the altar. The priest, on the other hand, was in great shape, a handsome man in his 60s, taller than Paul, broad-shouldered, I couldn't see much of his body because the robe covered him, but you could tell he was muscular. He had cold, blue eyes, perfectly combed white hair with a part on the side, and he sang too, smiling. He passed us by and immediately noticed us. At that moment, he stopped singing, gave me a quick glance, and then moved on to Paul. He smiled at him, showing his very white teeth, and motioned for us to sit further forward, then went toward the altar. Paul stood up immediately and obeyed, I followed reluctantly, preferring to stay secluded. I took his hand, but he moved it away nervously. Given the reception of the faithful, it was indeed better not to attract too much attention. Once seated, the priest began his homily. He was very emphatic, knew how to modulate his voice well, he seemed like a soap opera actor, or one of those motivational speakers who make you quit your job and invest everything in cryptocurrency. In short, he didn't make a good impression on me. And yet you could see that everyone hung on his words, finally the men and the few women present seemed happy to be there. I whispered to Paul, "Certainly it's different here..." "What do you mean?" "Have you looked around? These people seem like they stepped out of a Tim Burton movie!" Paul stifled a laugh. "True! But if we're so few, we can't make enemies. This is our new community, they might lend us a hand." "Yeah, probably if you ask them for a hand they'll tear it off their arm." "What an idiot! And stop making me laugh, the priest is speaking." Father John glared at us, then melted into a smile as charming as it was unsettling. From the pulpit, he began his reading: "From Matthew 16:21-27 From that time on Jesus began to explain to his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer many things at the hands of the elders, the chief priests and the teachers of the law, and that he must be k1lled and on the third day be raised to life. Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it. What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul? For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father’s glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what they have done.” Upon hearing those words, and the way Father John pronounced them, slowly, with his warm and deep voice, I understood why everyone looked at him with such admiration: he was very charismatic, I couldn't stop looking at him either, yet there was something false about him. "Paul, this is the moment when – " “Jesus predicts his death,” Paul replied, moved, still gazing at Father John.