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Grant was waiting outside the club where the Uber dropped us, and gave us all a quick check to make sure we were wearing the same clothes. Then he messaged someone, who came out of the club and went to get his own car. We all piled in, and I put the white silk blindfold on Bret that Grant had given me. The car drove up the road and turned around, and then went back to the club with the camera rolling to film our arrival. Kane was in the front passenger seat using another camera Grant had given him to film us inside the car, with Bret in the middle seat and me and Kieron making jokes about the fun he was about to have. We did the scene getting out of the car and starting to lead Bret towards the club, before Grant relocated to do a different angle as we arrived at the door and went inside. There was another change of location as he moved the camera he had indoors, where another couple were also positioned to film us coming into the venue, and then getting Bret prepped for his evening in the lobby. This involved us getting him undressed down to a white jock he was wearing, and then with him pretending to be uneasy, we put a white dog collar round his neck, and matching cuffs on his ankles as well as behind his watch and bracelet on the wrists. We then guided his feet into white flip-flops, before leading him into the main room of the club. The final set-up shots were done in there, with the large group of tatted men not speaking as they swarmed him, with a few doing feminine cooing sounds as they touched his skin to pretend he was surrounded by women. The cameras were then all repositioned to allow things to flow more after that. Bret was led to a sling and encouraged into it, with the cuffs quickly hooked to the chains to immobilise him. He played along really well, acting properly alarmed when he was suddenly strung up like that. Men then began to rub oil onto his hunky body, with a couple of them gradually getting closer to his hole. He kept trying to call out for us brothers while getting more and more turned on, losing himself in the feelings as a finger went into him for the first time. Then things quickly moved up a gear as one of the men at his hole took over completely, adding more fingers and then quickly replacing them with his cock. They treated him gently, like they wanted him to enjoy it, and Bret acted really well as a guy having an awakening. Of course, Bret himself actually fucking loved it. All the men then took turns fucking the helpless stud, only a couple pulling out to shoot on his hole before they pushed back in, while everyone else came inside him. Bret did as he had been told, pretending not to want it to be happening when the first cock went inside him, but then moaning and groaning in lust as it went on, and starting to beg for more towards the end. Kane, Kieron and I watched from close by, with men feeling up bodies while they waited their turn. Bret looked so fucking hot on that sling, and I knew Grant must have been creaming himself seeing a hunk like that doing this whole shoot. After the final breeding, the big reveal was filmed. Grant had changed his mind a bit about the story here, partly because he didn’t want the video to get banned or something, so he decided just to have Bret see the tattoos, maybe touch some of them, and make it clear he understood without actually talking about it. Bret did a fucking good job acting through that, and then we went back to the original plan with me, Kane and Kieron showing off our own trampstamps and telling him we were setting him free. He then pretended to text his fiancée Bianca, before demanding everyone fucked him again. They filmed this whole bit without cutting after the final load had been shot in him, Grant wanting him still to be looking hot and sweaty with cum dripping out of him. But after that bit had been filmed there was a break, with everyone having some water before moving on to other drinks. The club owner didn’t care about smoking inside so most guys lit up, and we all just relaxed a bit before the orgy started. When it did start, Bret was strapped onto a fuck bench, and I took his place in the sling but without my wrists or ankles being secured to anything. Kane and Kieron were put in a 69 on a mat on the floor, and then the men distributed themselves between us. There was no foreplay, just cocks being slammed into the holes of all four brothers as the gangbang began. It was all very verbal, but with guys saying stuff like “giving you what you need” and “take my gift” as they fucked and bred Bret on the bench, while calling the other three of us sluts or cumdumps or pussyboys. We didn’t have to be acting to be moaning and begging as we were all fucked senseless. I took a couple of loads, and reckon Kane and Kieron probably did too, but the men had been told to try to save most of it for Bret as part of the gang-pozzing theme. I didn’t care though, as I just like getting fucked even if I’m not left dripping. Another break was needed once the final loads had been blown. Bret looked fucked-out, but I knew he was still eager for more. It was during this break that Grant asked the four of us how we would feel about me, Kane and Kieron actually taking a turn to each breed Bret as the finale to the gangbang. He knew we all fucked in private, and of course the twins’ first ever session together had been on film, but they were pitched as completely uncaring reckless cumdumps who were taking loads 24/7. My individual shoots were all a bit classier, and Bret was probably going to be doing the same as me if he carried on being in films, so having us two get involved like this was a risk. But I knew from Bret’s face he wanted it, and I did too, so we agreed to do the scene. Grant went off to think about how it should be done, while we carried on drinking and smoking before the second big gangbang scene. The other men organised how that one would go, deciding Bret should spend it being double-fucked while the three of us were chained to a post together to be used for guys to keep their dicks warm. I managed to be chained up facing where Bret was going to be, so could watch him as they stretched his hole in loads of different positions. Kane and Kieron could see a bit too, but Bret was mine and I wanted to be able to see him and him to be able to see me. I just stood there and took whatever cock was pushed into me, but it was all about Bret. And fucking hell, did he put on a show. His muscles flexed as he rode on pairs of cocks over and over again, his legs and chest doing all the work, his fucking beautiful face showing how much he loved it. He took it all over, being a fucking power bottom like no other, then men now his to use for a change. He demanded their dicks, he demanded their loads, and he demanded all the fucking attention. I just stood there, barely even noticing the poundings I was taking, falling even more in love with my hunky brother with every double-breeding he got out of those guys. For the finale, K&K spit-roasted him on all fours, turning him round several times as they alternated which hole each of them was in. But once they bred him it became a one-on-one with me, and I think we both forgot everyone else was there. I fucked him, or he fucked himself on me, in every position we could manage on that mat. We held back from kissing each other, but our eyes were locked together most of the time. I fucking loved seeing him up that close, everything on his face telling me he wanted me, he needed me in him, and he was going to take whatever I had to give. He was on his front with me completely on top of him when I finally lost it, and we stayed connected with me gently thrusting into him until ages after I’d finished loading him up. Then Kane and Kieron joined us, kneeling down and rubbing his head as I relaxed onto him, still buried inside, and he closed his eyes. “Fuck me” I heard a guy nearby mutter, after Grant cut the filming. I looked around the men as I slowly withdrew and stood up, and all of them had open mouths or wide eyes. “You four…” said another, but he didn’t finish the sentence. “Wow” said a third guy. “Just fucking wow.” I smiled at them, and then reached down to offer a hand to Bret to help him up. He stood up next to me, and then looked into my eyes. Without caring anymore, he leaned in and planted his lips on mine, and I threw my arms round him as we pulled each other into a deeper kiss. “I love you” he whispered, as he pulled away. The room was silent, before the men suddenly started cheering, clapping and hollering. We smiled at each other, then turned to them, took each other’s hand and did a fucking stupid little bow. Kane and Kieron came and stood next to us, and we all did another bow together as the men started laughing hysterically. The club had showers, so we were able to get cleaned up and dressed back into the outfits we’d worn for the bar scene. We then had some more drinks with the other guys, before deciding we were fucking shattered. Grant ordered us an Uber, so we said our goodbyes, then went outside to light up while we waited. Bret slipped his hand in mine, and just had this big grin on his face as he looked at me. “So you two are a fucking couple then?” Kane asked. “Yeah” said Bret. “Fuck it. I love my baby bruv, I really do.” “I love you too big bruv” I said, smiling at him. “Ugh, sick” said Kane. “Oi!” Kieron barked at him. “Fucking pot calling a fucking kettle black.” Kieron grabbed Kane by the collar and pulled him into a rough kiss, which Kane looked surprised by before relaxing and getting into. Then they pulled apart, and Kieron pushed Kane back a bit. “Don’t fucking pretend like we’re not fucking in love too bruv” Kieron said. “You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours, alright?” Kane nodded slowly, and then looked at me and Bret. “Sorry” he said. “It ain’t sick. I’m just…” “We know” I said. “But fuck all that shit K. It’s us. Let’s just be fucking OK with all this with each other, alright? We’re gonna have enough shit to fucking deal with from other cunts.” “OK” he said, as I felt Bret squeeze my hand. At that moment the Uber turned up, but Bret kept holding my hand until we had to stop to get our belts on. But then he grabbed it again, holding it tight as we drove off towards the estate. He even lifted it up and kissed it a couple of times, almost like he wanted a reaction from the driver. But the guy said nothing, and we were soon home. As we climbed out of the Uber and walked round to our block, we saw Justin sitting in his police uniform on the wall smoking a cigarette. Bret squeezed my hand, but held it tight as we approached. “Hey J” he said. Justin looked over at us, then down at me and Bret holding hands. He then looked up at each of us in turn. “Hey” he said. “Er, what…” “I told you I was taken” Bret said. “Now you know.” Justin’s face looked a little puzzled, and then his eyes went wide. “Oh!” he said. “Oh. Er. Wow. Fuck me. Er. OK.” “Yeah” said Bret. “For real?” asked Justin. “Yes mate” said Bret. “If you want the rest of it, you’re gonna have to get us a bottle of something from the shop and then come upstairs.” Justin stared at him, but then nodded. “Have to go home and change” he said. “I could get in fucking trouble for smoking this in uniform, but buying booze is a definite no.” “Oh fuck that” said Bret. “Kane, go get us something to drink, and some more cigarettes.” “But…” Kane began. “Come on bruv” said Kieron, pushing him by the shoulder as they both headed off to the Nisa. “I’ll give you clothes” said Bret. “Or you can just sit in your pants and let us see that hot fucking bod.” Justin coughed, making me and Bret laugh. He followed us to the block, Bret still holding my hand, and we went up. Inside the flat it was actually fucking hot, and Bret and I just stripped down to our jocks in the hall. I gathered up the clothes and took them to our room to chuck on the floor, and then changed into a pair of boxers. I picked out a pair of tight black trunks from Bret’s drawer and took it back to him. He smiled at them, then stripped naked, kicked his jock in my face, and put on the pants. “Strip” he said to Justin. “It’s too fucking hot to be wearing anything else.” Justin hesitated, but I could tell he was overheating as sweat was forming on his head. Then he began to take off all his police gear, until he was standing in just his white trunks. He looked fucking amazing, and for a second I couldn’t believe Bret had picked me when it looked like he might have a chance with his old friend. I saw Bret gazing at Justin, but then he looked at me and smiled. “Now you fucking see why I wanted him to fuck me again” he laughed. “Fuck yeah” I said. “Guys” said Justin, “I’m standing right here.” Bret stared at him, and then went over and put his hand behind Justin’s head and pulled him in for a kiss before the guy could even react. But Justin didn’t push him away or try to stop him, letting the kiss happen. “You’re fucking special mate” Bret said, as he pulled away. “But I love Luke.” Justin just stood and gazed at Bret, and then looked down at the floor and nodded. He looked sad, and I felt sorry for him, but my heart was also beating like crazy at what Bret had just said to him about me. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me” Justin whispered. “You always mess with my head.” “Mate” said Bret, “just fucking man up and go with it. Get a boyfriend for fuck’s sake. Bianca is a bitch, but even if she weren’t, you never wanted her.“ Justin stared at the floor, but then just slightly nodded. “I know” he said. “You’re gay” Bret said. “Like me. Like Luke. Like K and K. I promise you, just fucking go with it. It’s fucking awesome!” “It is?” Justin said, looking up at Bret. “Fuck yeah” said Bret, smiling at him. “And when those fuckers get back here with something to drink, we’ll tell you all about it.”

Just before we got home, Justin messaged Bret about getting things started. We invited him to come over later, and he was actually a bit relieved that K&K were off overnight in another city having a session with a new group of guys who Grant had said were all going to be beefy Greeks, Italians and such. That meant that Justin would be broken in with just me and Bret, and he was pleased with that. He was fucking nervous when he arrived, so we got him to chill out a bit with a few drinks. “It’s gold-plated silver” he said, when I asked about the big thick chain he was wearing. “Remember when my nan died?” “Yeah” Bret said. “She left me some money” he said. “Should have fucking saved it, but I got wasted and don’t even remember being on Etsy. Thought I’d been hacked or some shit, and then this turned up. Never had the fucking nerve to wear it, but didn’t want to sell it either.” “It looks amazing on you” said Bret. “Fuck what people think. When you’re not in uniform, I want you fucking wearing it.” “OK” said Justin, grinning. “Let me see it without your T-shirt” I said. He glanced at me, but then stood up from the sofa and peeled off his top. He stood in front of us flexing his muscles, the gold chain shining on his neck and chest. “Fuck” said Bret. “You are so fucking sexy.” “Amen” I added. “You think so?” said Justin. “Fuck yeah” I said. “Get those fucking jeans off” Bret said. This began a few minutes of us getting Justin fully naked, enjoying looking at his sculpted body, amazing arm and torso tatts, and the kilo of metal around his neck. His buttocks and legs were amazing too, and I salivated at his thick, hardening cock. “We’re going to fuck you now” said Bret. “Please” whispered Justin. We steered him into our room, and got him to lie down on Bret’s bed. We both then stripped naked too, and I saw Justin lick his lips a bit. “One last time” said Bret. “You sure about this?” “Yes” said Justin. “Please, I need you to fuck me.” Bret got down on his knees beside the bed, and pushed Justin’s legs up so he could lean in and start rimming his hole. I climbed up on the bed in a position where I could take hold of Justin’s ankles, leaving Bret’s hands free to also begin fingering his friend. This position also put my hard cock close to Justin’s face, and as I hoped, he began to gently lick and suck me. He moaned as Bret slowly opened him up, gently rubbing his own cock throughout. The foreplay went on for a lot longer than I was used to, but Bret finally pulled back and stood up. He told Justin to turn over, and after a bit of all of us moving around, Bret was kneeling behind him while he was now fully swallowing my cock. He held it in his mouth and moaned around it as Bret slowly but steadily pushed inside him. “You feel amazing” Bret whispered. “Fuck me” Justin said, muffled by my cock. Bret began to thrust, and Justin moaned constantly as he sucked and swallowed me. This was one of those fucks where Bret really held back, just going at a good rhythm without pounding too hard, and Justin loved it. He arched his back, and took in each thrust with an appreciative groan. He particularly loved when Bret started pulling all the way out and then pushing back in, which I could identify with as I love that too. But eventually he began thrusting a bit harder and faster, and I knew what was coming. “You ready for this load Justin?” he growled. “Yes, breed me!” Justin moaned around my cock. “You ready for this poz load?” Bret yelled. “Fucking give it to me!” Justin yelled back after letting my cock drop out of his mouth. “Here it fucking comes” Bret growled, before slamming in and groaning. His whole body pulsed as he came inside Justin. “Oh fuck yeah” Justin sighed, his own body clenching as he squeezed his hole on Bret. For my turn I got Justin on his back, where he could put his head on the mattress and clean off Bret’s cock while I held back his legs and slid into him. I went hard and fast from the outset, so fucking turned on looking down at his six pack, pecs, bulging tatted biceps and that amazing gold chain. He moaned and groaned until I slammed in and added a second toxic load to his hole. For the rest of the night me and Bret took it in turns to breed Justin, in all positions, in all parts of the flat, with breaks for drinks, cigarettes, snacks or whatever else. At one point I lay down so Justin could fuck me missionary, with Bret sliding inside him at the same time. It was so hot to be looking up at his gorgeous face, seeing him respond to each thrust into him while he worked hard to give me a good fuck, his big chain swaying back and forth. He was so completely into it, loving letting himself go so he could just enjoy being with guys. “I guess I could wear a balaclava” he said, while we were sitting having a smoke in the kitchen. “What?” Bret asked. “In those videos” he said. “If I had my face covered, you know, I could get fucked by all those guys and not worry about it.” “You want to be in a video?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You guys have fucked me like ten times or something tonight and I still want more. Reckon I might be good at getting gang fucked like you guys are.” “What is it with this estate?” he chuckled. “Too long here and we all just turn into cumdumps.” “Too fucking long being married is what fucking did it” said Bret. “Need to get that fucking divorce done so I can just be free for taking cock.” “You not a top anymore then?” I asked. “Shame, coz you’re so fucking good at it.” “Nah” said Justin, “will give as good as I take. Don’t worry.” To prove it, after one more round of breeding him, we went to bed with Justin in the middle, Bret’s cock inside him while his was inside me. It was a tight fit in the bed, but it felt kind of right too. I’d always liked Justin, and he had my back a bit when we were younger, distracting Bret or the others if they were being particularly shitty to me. Maybe there was room for him here? The next morning we fucked two more loads into him, and then Bret bent over and took a pounding from Justin. I slid inside the cummy hole and fucked my brother while Justin took a shower, and then headed off back to his mum’s. Bret and I were a bit quiet for a while, but then he asked me what I thought about Justin. I knew he was feeling a bit torn, so I encouraged him to just have an honest conversation with me about it all. We eventually agreed to see how things went, and that we’d keep being honest with each other, but that we were both wondering about whether Justin might actually be part of something with us in the future. We knew for sure that J was in love with Bret, probably always had been, and that was something we wanted to think about some more. K&K were disappointed to have missed Justin’s first poz breedings, but we promised they’d be involved in the next round. We then got them to tell us all about their night, which had been pretty wild. The men had all been really muscular and hairy, and had loved how smooth and muscular the twins were. They had been thrown around like dolls for nearly seven hours, taking everything that the men could give. Grant had told them most of the men were in fact negative, but loved fucking younger poz guys with all the risks and kinks that involved. Kane and Kieron both really fucking enjoyed it, and said we should join in next time. Justin was back two nights later, but I had to let it all start without me while I worked my shift at the Dragon. By the time I got back, the twins had already managed to start double-fucking the hunky policeman, and his hole was gaping and dripping cum. I added a quick load to the mix, then gave him a longer fuck in my bed later. The twins alternated his hole for a while, with Justin buried inside Bret the whole time, and later on I was also the top in a chain with Bret being the bottom. “I can’t help it bruv” Bret quietly said to me in the early hours, while Justin was on all fours in the living room with a twin in each end. “I just feel like I want him.” “It’s OK Bret” I said. “I get it. Let’s just go with it and see what happens.” “I love you” he said. “I do.” “I know you do” I said, lifting up my left hand and shaking it in front of him. “You gave me this, didn’t you?” “I did” he said, smiling. “So we’re cool, OK?” I said, taking hold of his arm. “We’re cool” he said. “Well, I’m not actually. I’m really fucking horny.” “Then come fuck me bruv” I said, giving him a wink. I got down on all fours next to Justin, and Bret went behind me and slid inside. He started pounding me, and my moans right next to his head caused Justin to let go of Kieron’s cock and turn to face me. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then awkwardly leaned towards each other and began to kiss. Kane and Bret went in sync, and Justin and I began to properly snog each other as we were fucked. We then pulled apart and gazed at each other, before Kieron wedged his cock between us. For the rest of that fuck we kissed and licked Kieron’s dick from opposite sides, until he yanked it back and then blew onto Justin’s face. Bret and Kane came in us just seconds later. That night, I was the big spoon, with Bret in the middle and his own dick inside Justin. Kane and Kieron didn’t want to feel left out, so slept in Bret’s bed together. For some reason Kane wanted to be the one with a dick inside him for a change, and Kieron jumped at the chance to bury himself in his brother. They woke us up twice in the night as Kieron properly fucked Kane, though on the second go we were horny enough to have some fun too so Bret just slid himself back and forth on the mattress until the loads were spilled. Justin was round every day that week, though the time depended on when he was on duty. He and I had a couple of one-on-one sessions while Bret was out doing a first and then second interview at a gym, and I know the two of them were fucking like bunnies while I was behind the bar in the evenings. Justin even took a spit-roast from K&K, but he mostly seemed to want to be me with and/or Bret. When we were alone, me and Bret talked about it all, and he seemed really relieved that I was starting to think about Justin as being more than just a friend, which I truly was. I knew there would always be something between them that was different, but that was fine with me as I was getting more of Bret than I ever expected. Besides, that guy Shane at the bar had made me realise there was still a lot of fun to be had out there, and as much as I loved Bret, I kind of wanted it to be OK for me to go off and do things with other guys. Justin had just started to get more into talking about how the video stuff could work for him when he began to feel sick. Bret wasn’t starting at the gym for another week, so he decided to care for Justin at our place. He rang J’s mum to tell her he was probably too sick to get home, but that he had a bed of his own and he would be looked after. She came round a few times which meant we had to clean up the place a bit first, but she didn’t make a fuss and was actually glad someone was looking out for her boy as she needed to hold down her latest temp job at Tesco so she had a chance at something permanent. I helped out, as did Kane and Kieron, but Bret wanted to do most of it. He did want me in bed with him still though, always behind and inside of him so he could still see that Justin was OK. It was actually probably the least bad fuck flu we had seen, and Justin was getting better in no time. He wanted to get tested to confirm though, something none of us had actually done, so Bret took him off to a clinic. Justin was a fucking horny animal after he converted, with Bret and me both taking a lot of quick and rough poundings from him over the last two days before he went back to police duty. He confessed he was actually shit scared about it, because he had to produce a sick note for such a long absence. Kane jumped in on this, ringing Grant for help and managing to get Justin an appointment with a doctor who was one of the guys who sometimes got involved in the gangbangs. He signed off a sick note saying it was Covid, so Justin could go back to work and not have to out himself to anyone there. In return, Grant wanted to meet Justin which was not a problem, as in his horned-up state J had fully got on board with just wearing a mask or something to hide his face. I knew Grant would love to do something involving a hunky policeman on the down low getting gang poz fucked, so it was all going to work out well. Things settled down a bit, and though Justin was still living with his mum, he spent every night with us. Bret started working at the gym, and came home on his first day to report the owner had fucked him after seeing his evolving poz-themed ink. “Gonna be earning a load more there if I let him and some of the members fuck me” he said, “or if I fuck them.” “You up for that?” I asked. “Never say no to a cock” he replied, smiling at me. “Fuck no” I laughed. This was how it was. I loved Bret, he loved me. Justin loved Bret, and I now just knew that Bret loved Justin. I kind of worshipped Justin a bit, and he had gone all protective over me again even though I didn’t need protecting from anything anymore. It just worked, and we were all relaxed enough to know we could fuck around with other people, do Grant’s videos, and just have any fucking fun we wanted, without it being a problem. The only problem was space. Well, that was one of the only problems. The other one was Dad. They were making some progress with him, and he was going to be home someday. But now there were a couple and a throuple living there, fucking like rabbits, all gay, and mostly brothers. There was no way this was going to work, not with us having all got so free with each other. We couldn’t see any way out of it though, until Justin came home one evening. He was in a bit of a state, needing a few whiskies and cigarettes before he could talk. He made all four of us sit down with him in the kitchen. “There was an accident” he said. “On the dual carriageway. A lorry went out of control and hit another car.” “And?” asked Kane, looking nervous. “The car got crushed between the lorry and a bridge pylon” said Justin. “They had no hope.” “Who?” asked Kieron. Justin looked at him, and then turned to me. He took my hand, and I could see tears in his eyes as he looked at me. “Luke, I’m so sorry” he said. “It was Stan and Winston in the car.” I stared at him, and then looked at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were open-mouthed, whilst Bret was just staring at the table with tears forming in his own eyes. “What?” I asked Justin. “No. It can’t have been. It can’t have been.” “I’m sorry Luke” he said. “I wish it wasn’t true.” I stared at him, as I felt Bret’s arm go round my shoulder. Then I just began to sob, with Justin moving round to put his hand on my leg to comfort me. Bret squeezed me tight, holding my head to his, and I could see Kane and Kieron were also crying. We had all lost two guys who had our backs, who had protected us from our own father when we younger, and who had helped us be ourselves now. But I was the closest to them, feeling like they were my friends as well as maybe my uncles or something. I could not cope with them being gone. Over the next couple of days we found out there was no family on either side, and no-one to even organise their funeral. Justin got us in touch with their solicitor, and we took over sorting out a proper farewell for them. Brian and Sheila helped out, sad to lose a couple of regulars who had always been friendly to them, and after the cremation we had the wake at the Dragon. It was there that the solicitor asked to speak to me alone, and Brian let us use his small office behind the bar. I asked if Bret could join us, which was deemed OK. I sat with Bret’s hand on my shoulder as the solicitor revealed that there really was no family, not even distant nieces or nephews. Stan was an only child, and Winston’s only sister had died of an overdose at 25 before having any kids. The parents were gone, and there were no living aunts or uncles. He told me all this as he said they had to check in cases where a will had been changed recently, which confused you. “Mr Ballard” the solicitor said, “a few weeks ago they both wrote new wills, leaving you as their sole heir once they were both gone.” “What?” I squealed. “Me?!” “Yes” he said. “I queried it with them when they came in to see me, and they told me about the years of looking out for you and your brothers, as well as your friendship as adults. They said you were the one who took care of them, and that they wanted to make sure you were taken care of in the future. They were thinking ten or twenty years from now, but sadly here we are.” I just sat and gaped at him. “I had no idea” I eventually said. “No” said the solicitor. “Well, anyway, everything checked out so there are no concerns with executing their wills as instructed. It will take some time to deal with the deed on the flat, and even longer for the insurance on the car and their life policies, but…” “What do you mean the flat?” I said. “Don’t flats just go back to the Council when someone dies?” “Mr Ballard” he said, “they bought the flat under Right To Buy years ago, and the mortgage is fully paid.” “What?” I squealed again. “That’s right” he said. “You’ve got inheritance tax to deal with on it of course, but from what I can see, their life policies, the insurance on the car, and any claim you file for wrongful death against the lorry driver and haulage company should more than cover that, even if HMRC want their normal punitive interest rate on any delay deal while probate is sorted.” His words had stopped meaning anything, and Bret stepped in. “Mr Harris, would it be OK if we came to see you to finish this?” Bret said. “I think my brother is a bit upset, so it might be better if we came to talk to you later this week.” “Yes, of course” he replied. “Can we bring someone else who understands all this sort of thing more than we do?” Bret asked. “By all means” said the solicitor. “Just don’t delay too much, as we do need to start talking to HMRC soon.” “That’s fine” Bret said, before walking the solicitor out. “Bruv” he said, when he came back in. “How about you don’t think about this now, OK?” “What?” I asked. “Look” he said, “let’s go back out there and give those two old geezers the send-off they fucking deserve. Then I’ll call Grant and see if he can help us with talking to that guy about all this shit.” I nodded, and we went back outside into the pub. I managed to silence my thoughts, and was able to join in with telling stories and laughing. Later on it was just us brothers sitting outside with Justin, and we told more stories to him about all the other things with Stan and Winston that we would never have talked about in front of Brian, Sheila and all the other regulars. I cried a lot as I thought about my friends and what had happened to them, and Bret held me tight for the rest of the night. But underneath it all I felt like I could hear Stan and Winston talking to me, telling me it was going to be OK, that they were OK, and that they’d always be there looking out for us Ballard boys. With what they had done, even though I didn’t understand everything the solicitor had said, I knew it too. It hurt, I missed them, but they were always going to be there watching over us in a way. Through my tears and the pain, I smiled.

I live in small town, middle nowhere; dick is scarce and in high demand( at least I do better than most but still woefully short of what I'd like. I was ready to give and go to bed for the night when I see someone new on grinder. No profile so ask him if he tops. He said he"d need to see pics first. I send him a couple of me toying myself and one with a heart shaped princess plug in. He says he really wants to fuck that ass. Sends his pics and such a nice dick; fuck. I tell him please. Invites me to his hotel room, says the tv will be on and door open. Come in and start taking care of this meat. Ask him if he wants me to dress slutty and or be caged. He likes the sound of both. Got to his room ripped off my clothes, and holy shit is he hot. Out of my league fucking hot, younger, with a beautiful dick I went directly to, licked the tip, and then started slowly loving on it. After I deep throated once he pushed my head down and tell me to choke on that dick. He has me sit on his face and rims me while I suck on him for a surprisingly long time. Tells me to turn around, I do, then he says because I'm so good with my mouth and starts kissing me. This guy was so fucking hot, holy fuck. I reach back, grab is perfect sized rock hard dick and put it against my hole and start slowly sinking on it, fuck did it feel good in me. Ride him for a while, I get off him and he tells me to turn around, he's back in me and fucking for the win. Tells me he's getting close. Between moans I tell him to fill me. He starts really giving me the business. Then sinks deep into me and moans: yes!!! I clenched to keep his cum in me but he pulled out quick with and audible plop. Tell mr to clean his dick, which he did not have to tell me. I think I impressed him got how thorough I was, wasnt that cummy though. I tell over on my stomach thinking he's gonna need a break. He goes between my legs and back in me slams into me and pulls out completely several times, I can feel the cum everywhere between my legs fucks me for a short bit and dinks in again with a moan: fuck yes!!!! This time his dick was covered some on his leg, balls, and his bellybotton I licked and licked off every drop. Best fuck of the year.

Justin was just staring at the table, clutching his glass of whisky. “Mate, say something” said Bret, but the silence continued. “I think we fucking broke him” said Kieron. “J?” I said, reaching over and touching his shoulder. “So, you mean…” he began, before pausing again. “Yeah?” said Bret. “You mean” Justin said again, “you was poz when I fucked you?” “Yeah” said Bret. “Mate, it ain’t that risky” I said. “I fucked him three times” Justin said, looking at me, “and I swallowed his load.” “You did?” I asked, smiling. “Fuck” Justin sighed. “You’re fine” I responded. “Those ain’t too risky like I said, and you’d have it by now anyway if you had caught it.” “Maybe I do” Justin said. “You had the flu lately?” Kieron asked. “No, why?” replied Justin, looking up at him. “You get flu when you convert” Kieron said. “If you’d caught it, you would have been fucking sick. You ain’t been, so you’re fine.” “Oh” said Justin. “So you all…” “Yep” I said. “All went through that.” Justin went quiet again, and after a while Bret reached over and put his hand on his friend’s. Justin still just sat there, but then sort of nodded that seemed to say he was OK with what we’d all said. He then started to ask questions about the stuff we did with Grant, how we had sort of ended up as two fraternal couples, and other stuff to fill in all the blanks. After that, he went quiet again, smoking a cigarette in silence while knocking back another couple of whiskies. “I can’t do those films” he said, “I’d get fucking fired.” “Woah!” said Bret. “We never said…” “I know” said Justin. “But fuck this. You guys all mess around with other guys, right?” “Yeah” I replied. “Why?” “Then fucking mess around with me” Justin said, before looking at each of us in turn. “Mate, we’re poz” Bret said. “Yeah” said Justin, “I know. But fuck it. I’m not gonna be getting married again or having kids. I know that now. I’m gay. I wanna be gay. I want you guys to show me how to do it.” “Mate…” Bret began. “Please Bret” said Justin, looking at my brother with pleading eyes. “I’m serious. I was waiting for you to get home so I could tell you that I want you guys to help me finally get fucking comfortable with all this. I know what you’ve told me and I get it, but I don’t care.” “You ever bottomed?” Kane said out of the blue, causing Kieron to whack him in the stomach. “Ignore him…” Bret started saying. “No” said Justin, “it’s OK. Yeah, I have.” “You have?” Bret asked, his eyes wide. “Yeah” said Justin. “Mr Hennessy.” “From school?” I asked. “Yeah” said Justin. “I don’t mean at school or nothing. He goes to the same gym as me.” “And?” asked Kane. “He, er…” said Justin. “He fucks me sometimes.” “What?!” said Bret. Justin began to tell us about meeting our old PE teacher at the gym, and the complements he’d get from him on how toned and muscular he now was. It had started getting more intimate, until the first time Mr Hennessy had sucked Justin off in the toilets. Justin returned the favour a few days later, and then a couple of days after that he’d given up his arse. “He always uses condoms” Justin said. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I like it when it’s happening” Justin replied, “but when I get outside my head gets all fucking messed up. I’m married for fuck’s sake.” “It’s OK” said Bret, reaching over again to take Justin’s hand. “No, it’s fucking not” said Justin. “I want to be OK with it because I really fucking enjoy it when it’s happening. That’s why I want you guys to help me.” “You could go on prep” I said. “You can fuck around with us but not get pozzed.” Justin stared at Bret’s hand holding his, and then shook his head. “No” he said. “I think I want to just be free like you guys are. Besides…” “Besides what?” asked Kieron. Justin looked up at him, and a big grin formed on his face. “Besides” he said again, “you know those fucking tattoos are gonna look so much better on me than on your pale-arsed bodies.” Bret threw his head back and laughed out loud, and we all joined in after a couple of seconds of staring at Justin with open mouths. “Fuck you” laughed Kane. “Yeah” said Justin. “Fuck me. I want you to.” Maybe things might have gone further that night, but we four brothers were actually fucking knackered after the gangbang, and Justin did have to work the next day. But he stayed over, sleeping in Bret’s bed while me and my brother cuddled together in mine. The next day he just put on his police gear, saying he’d shower and put on a fresh top at the station, and he headed off before K&K had got up. Me and Bret went back to bed and slept a bit more, before we woke up both a bit horny. Bret rolled me onto my back and then slid down on my cock, and we stared into each other’s eyes as he rode me until we both blew. We had arranged with the tattoo guy to get started straight away on our new stuff, and for the next few days we all took it in turns to go to his studio in town to have things done. It was going to take ages for Bret’s to be finished, but I got so horny each time he came back with more outline or filler on his skin, covered up with plastic. Showering was hard work, but we had to try as we were getting into a sweaty mess several times a day from the amount we were fucking. Bret was like an animal the day I came back with studs in my nipples, and again when the guy helped me put on the heavy silver hoops Grant had bought me. Grant himself met me and Bret at the studio on one of the days when we’d gone in together, so the guy could finish putting the filler in my new torso ink before working some more on Bret’s back. The barracks video had exploded, and Grant handed Bret an envelope with a huge wad of cash inside. He said there would be more to come, and he thought the gangbang might be even bigger once it was up. “Perfect timing on the cash” Bret said to me as we left the studio later. “Why?” I asked. “Got to go pick something up” he said, as he turned a different direction to where I thought we’d be going to get home. “What?” I asked. “You’ll see” he replied, smiling. We marched towards the shops, and Bret steered us to a gay bar with a big beer garden. He got me a pint, then told me to wait there while he went off to sort whatever it was. I was confused, but did as he asked. I lit up a cigarette and started playing with my phone, enjoying all the looks I was getting from the other guys sitting out there. “Nice chains” a guy suddenly said, as he sat down at the table opposite me. “You look familiar.” I thought he was taking the piss a bit just sitting down without asking, so I decided not to hold back. “You like watching brothers fucking on video then” I said. “Oh” he replied, his eyes widening. “You’re one of them.” “Yep” I said. “You a fan?” “Fuck” said the guy. “But yeah, I am.” He was maybe about Bret’s age, and was actually really good looking. Blond hair, styled stubble that looked a bit ginger, and nice biceps and pecs showing through his tight T-shirt. “You poz?” I asked, still not holding back. “No” he replied, before he looked around a bit and then leaned over with a smirk forming on his face. “Not yet” he said, speaking quietly. “Chasing?” I asked. “Maybe” he said, still smirking. “Cool” I replied. “Give me your number then, but I got to talk to my brother first.” “Oh?” he said. “You need his permission to have fun or something?” “He’s my fucking boyfriend too” I replied, feeling like I didn’t care about saying it out loud. “Fuck me” said the guy. “Seriously?” “Yeah, you got a fucking problem with that?” I asked, but smiling to show I wasn’t being aggressive. “Fuck no” he said. “That’s fucking hot.” He told me he was called Shane, and gave me his number and Grindr handle. He then went back to his friends, and I lit up another cigarette. I just fiddled with my phone as I felt everyone’s eyes on me. The air was warm and the evening sun was coming through some trees, and I noticed a couple of guys a few tables over had taken off their tops and were letting the rays hit their skin, and I decided to do the same. I pulled off my T-shirt, and then just sat there with my biohazards and chains on display, along with my growing muscles after all that time at the outdoor gym I was doing with Bret. I loved the attention. He finally came back, holding a posh white paper bag along with a couple more pints he’d picked up at the bar. He smirked at my toplessness, and then as soon as he had sat down he pulled off his own T-shirt. “We could so score here” I said to him. “Already got one guy’s number.” “Slut” Bret said, smiling at me. “He’s chasing” I replied, smiling back at him. “Hot as fuck too. Could be fun.” “Count me in” Bret said. We chatted as we each smoked a cigarette and drank some of our pints, and then after stubbing our Bret reached for the paper bag. He brought out two small white boxes, and put them down. He opened them up facing him, and then took one of them and presented it to me. Inside was a massive silver ring that was really similar to the ones Grant had got us all. “What’s this?” I asked, staring at it. “Take it” he said. I lifted the ring out of the box, which he then put down. He took the ring from me, and held it up so I could see the inside. I saw the initials BLB were engraved there, and I looked up at him. “What?” I asked. “Bret and Luke Ballard” he said. He grabbed the other box and opened it, and there was exactly the same ring in there too but slightly wider. He put it down facing me, and then reached over and took hold of my left hand. He held it out towards him, and then slowly slid the first ring onto me. “I love you Luke” he said to me, as our eyes met. I knew what I had to do, and so picked up the other ring from its box. He held his left hand out to me, and I slid it onto his finger. “I love you too Bret” I said, feeling tears forming in my eyes. “Don’t cry” he whispered. We sat staring at each other, before we let go and put both our hands flat on the table. “One on each hand” Bret said. “Looks more balanced, innit.” I chuckled, then looked up at him. “When did you become such a big softy?” I asked. “Dunno” he said, “but fuck it, I’m happy.” “So am I” I replied. We finished up our drinks, grabbed our tops and stuffed them into the waistbands of our shirts, and then brazenly took each other’s hand after we’d stood up. We walked topless through the bar and out onto the street, unconcerned who saw us or what they thought, and then strolled hand in hand down to the bus stop to make our way home.

I was sexually active from the time I was in high school, and by that I mean having bareback sex with college students and men I met in movie theaters. I couldn't go to a "gay bar" till years after I started having sex with men on a regular basis. One thing that I have noticed is that people didn't put in you in a category back then. I never asked is someone was a top or a bottom, to be honest I didn't really use or hear those terms. I just had sex with the guys I was attracted to and worked it out. At that time my interest was just getting naked and see where it went from there. Today, it's a different story. People joke, if someone says they are versatile, you'll read comments like "well, that means you are a bottom". No, not necessarily. I have come across guys whose profile reads a certain way, and then when you meet in person and the sex begins, you find they have different interests. I don't like all the bashing among guys who identify as bottoms, it's almost as if they look down upon someone who may be able to get the guy who they want up their ass. Well, you can't get everyone, and you can't take it personally. I feel that sex today is not what is was in 1995, or 1985 for that matter. Yes, HIV changed people's behavior. Some took precautions, others did not. I don't recall people insisting on condoms, and they certainly weren't used in the places where I was having sex. I blame the internet and online sites for the changes in how we interact and meet. It's been my experience that meeting a person, either in a "fuck joint" or a bar, is more desirable than scrolling through endless profiles. But those locations are drying up or unavailable for many guys, so that is where technology and smart phones have helped. But still, the "old school" way of hooking up where you meet the person first, and then decide to have sex is more desirable in my opinion.

100% agreed. This is why I hit the fuckjoints around here - the guys there have one thing on their minds, and they've left their "gay encyclopedia" at home. The guys there are blunt in advertising what they need, no bullshit about this latest "trendette", or that innovation in descriptive crap. I don't think I've ever set foot in one of the many "fern" bars around here, and it'll stay that way. Cuddling is for a big basket of puppies (I mean real ones). Once the mating is over, there's no chance of cuddling in the fuckjoints, since each guy that just fucked are on their way - sniffing around for their next one.

i was just becoming sexually active with guys in the 80's. i watched my older brother die an awful death from AID's. With guys, i've always been pretty much (99.999%) bottom. i've been with and received 1000's of cocks and loads. i can count on 2 fingers the number of times i've used a condom. Was i a cumdump? i didn't hear or use the term, but comparatively speaking, i was. Was i afraid of AID's? Yes, but my drive to be taken/possessed by a Man and bred was stronger than my fear (by far). For me, it had nothing to do with bug chasing... and that wasn't a thing in the 80's anyway. i don't relate to the notion of "becoming a cumdump." i was being myself, not really becoming anything. Ironically, i found out i was poz when i went to get tested so i could go on PrEP, but even that wasn't a big deal for me, just felt more responsible, sort of like getting vaccinated. It was amazing it took as long as it did for me to become poz. i believe, prior to AID's, condoms didn't exist in the gay community. Condoms, prior to AID's, were a form of birth control. The idea of using them for STD's became a thing because of AID's. Prior to AID's, i don't think the term "bareback" existed either, it was just fucking lol. Guys didn't use condoms with guys because there was no risk of making a baby. So, i think if you wanted to get fucked, you were gonna be a cumdump to one degree or another.

I remember those days very well, and no cum dumps were rare, or rarely advertised. PREP was still in the experimental stages and 2 of my friends were volunteers and they caught HIV just like the rest. When I first came out I asked the oldest men I could find, "how did you survive". They all told me you're either a top or in a strictly monogamous relationship. I was recently going through some old photos and ran across a pic of me and 20 of my old friends when were we hanging at riis beach. We were all young and naked and having a great time. The thing that stopped me and made me cry is I remember going to all of there funerals. I'm the only one who is still alive. Most of them passed on from HIV complications like pneumonia, a few others passed due to over taxing their bodies from extended drug use. I was the conservative one when going out. I would drink and smoke some pot, but mainly left the rest of the stuff alone or partook lightly. Guys from my generation and the ones before me were scared to hook-up with just anyone. We would need to know more information before going there, you could call it an interview for sex. When meth became popular in the early 2000's the death toll raised pretty quickly at least for me. PREP is a total game changer for gay life, never before have I seen so many guys do the things that they do and live past the 2-4 year mark. You never saw breeding parties except in strictly controlled BDSM arrangements. Sure they existed but not for people who were HIV-. Those days were scary, but also exciting in a way. You assumed everyone was HIV+ and proceeded at your own risk. We also had a tighter community where we supported each other unlike today, because that's all we had. There was no social acceptance for gay life and the only people you could rely on were your friends. A lot has changed since those days and I'm really happy for the younger guys. They get to live the life we all wanted to, but for us older guys our mental scars prevent us from doing those things the same way. Today the medicine for HIV is much better with fewer negative effects and longer life outcomes.

Got outta class and was horned up! So I stopped at the local ABS, got my tokens, and found a perfect booth...stuck my hard on through the hole and had the sucker warm me up! It was a fantastic bj and almost came but pulled back cause I wanted to check the theater. Looked through the GH and my blower was this little old man..he definitely knew how to suck and he just grinned back at me...so I let him take my load! ..

In a word, no. After hiv arrived, there were a handful, of course, that just didn't care; they became infected and passed on. I lived in Chicago at the time, and bars closed, the gh joints closed, and boystown was deserted after dark. Nobody fucked anybody without a condom, and precious few even did that. Whole neighborhoods turned into ghost-towns. Once the medical arts progressed to the point that AZT came along, some guys that were on it started fucking again, but my other half and I were still shy of going out to fuck as we had before. AZT was considered to be at least a chance at avoiding hiv, but it took quite a while (several years) before we all returned to our former glory.

Yeah that is the one ... These two!

My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

When I was coming of age in New York in the 80's sexual habits were different. I'm speaking from my many many experiences and from porn then and now. For one thing, you didn't hear sub or submisssive or top or bottom often. You were French active ( you suck) and Greek passive (you got fucked.) Now those expressions are antiquated. But bottoms aren't just bottoms: now, many are submissive, implying they want aggressive tops. And speaking of tops, they generally didn't hold your head and fuck your throat or gag or choke you. That seems much more prevalent in the last 25 years or so. I experience it nearly every time I bottom. In contemporary porn it's almost the norm. And ass- eating wasn't the norm either. Now, in RL and porn, nobody gets fucked without being eaten out. I remember one time getting my add eaten in the 80's. I'm not complaining about trend but noticing the way we have sex now is different than it used to be. At least in my experience. Does anyone else remember differently?

So I heard that there was cruising going on at my local Homedepot and I decided to check it out because I was in desperate need of a load up my ass or down my throat. I put on my flimsy cut-off jeans shorts, a tank top that barely covered anything and some boots. When I arrived at Homedepot the parking lot was pretty empty. I went straight to the back of the store where the toilets are. There were some guys and maybe two or three women walking in the isles. I checked out the bathroom but there was nobody. I stayed near the bathroom and pretended that I was looking for an AC filter. After a couple of minutes I noticed that a guy in his late 50s with thick gray hair was checking me out. I bent over pretending to look at some items in the lower shelves and I could feel him staring at my ass. He was exactly what I was looking for! A hot daddy. Maybe even married. I knelt down in front of the shelves spreading my legs and touched my crotch. Let's see if he is looking for a slut to use or if he is going to walk away. I was in luck and he touched his crotch too. Not wanting to waist any time I got up and walked into the still empty bathroom. I heard him following me and my heart was racing in excitement. He joined me in the very last stall and stood in front of me. I un-bottomed my shorts and he touched my chest with the both hands. He obviously enjoyed my smooth skin and erect nipples. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. The guy was twisting and pinching my nipples while I was unpacking his dick which was already rock hard! “Take that shirt off!”, he commanded quietly. I obeyed and hung my shirt on a hook while he was closing the door of the stall. His cut dick was facing up at almost 45 degrees I couldn't help staring at it. “I hope you are a bottom!” I just nodded and touched his fat twitching fuck meat. In one movement he grabbed me by the hips turned me around and pulled down my shorts. He positioned the head of his dick at my hole and said: “Your fucking cunt is wet. Do you have some loads in you already?” I shook my head and said: “No. That's lube.” He pushed pushed his rock hard dick slowly inside me and grunted. I don't have to tell you how great it feels when a bare cock penetrates you. The guy grabbed me by the hips and started fucking me aggressively. I had to hold on to the wall in front of me with both hands to not loose my balance. Suddenly someone came into the restroom. The guy stopped the fucking abruptly but remained inside me with the head of his dick. We both held our breath and heard someone urinating for quite a long time. My fucker obviously couldn't wait anymore and slid his dick inside me very slowly. He fucked me in super slow motion while the guy was still peeing. Him sliding his bare dick in and out of me so slowly almost took me over the edge. We both were did not make a sound while he kept screwing me. Finally I heard the guy flushing the urinal and leaving. I let out a deep moan and my fucker groaned: “I'm gonna cum so hard inside you!” He picked up the fuck speed again abusing my cunt hard. “Fucking bitch! Take my load!”, he said in a very deep voice. He grabbed my hips firmly and I felt his muscles spasm as he was shooting his hot cum inside me. Without touching myself a shoot my load too covering the wall and toilet in-front of me with cum. I moved a little bit forward but the guy pulled me back and said: “Hold still bitch! I'm still cuming!” And I actually felt his boner still pulsating inside me. After he emptied his balls in my guts he finally pulled his dick out. It left my cunt gaping and I felt cum running down the inside of my naked thigh. The guy left without saying a word. He didn't even close the door to the stall. So I turned around closed the door, pulled my shorts up and put my shirt back on. As I walked thru the store back to the parking lot I wondered if anyone would notice the cum on my naked legs. As I drove home thinking about how the guy fucked and used my like a slut made me smile. Maybe there are guys cruising at Lowe's too I thought.

yes, the sex on offer has definitely changed due to our relationship with HIV and societal norms etc. Back in the 90s guys got gay bashed on the street regularly so if a trick called me faggot and slapped me, i'd run out that door so fast! today? if he's not choking me and calling me bitch, i'm not enjoying myself 😜 but i also realize all the ways ive changed to. 1980s i was str8 and on DL. forget kink, i was barely having sex 😜 1990s i was so obsessed w being one of "the good gays" - model minority syndrome- that although i dabbled in kink i couldn't sustain interest in anything more than trophy husband hunting. 00-20 i was off the market married to my ex and fairly vanilla 21-25 the pendulum has slung fully. pig sex w nameless strangers or im not interested. Men will only break your heart so better to just use them for sex and then walk away.

I don't see straight muscle guys as fuck targets. I see why you do. A horny eager pig is exactly what he needs. But I want him choking on my dick and I want to breed him deep. Straight men don't like that as much. More than I want to fuck muscle ass, I want to be the muscle, and fuck everyone.

Longest I've sucked a dick for has got to be a good 45 minutes. I used to see a older Dom Top who I think took the little blue pill. Generally he would fuck me and then we would rest and then round two was me sucking him. He'd sit on the couch and I'd be in the floor in front sucking him. I swear I would have jaw pain the next day as the guy took forever to cum again but he wouldn't let me stop not even for a second.

i have more toys than my ass can take! i'm still working my way up.

In need of pleasure…

I will have to get the author's permission for that, not sure how he will respond @DarkBone. I will if he allows it, if not, I will ask if I can send it privately to members who have asked on this forum. I can't guarantee, but I will keep you posted.

My first time was in a video booth. I've told that story several times. When he pulled out I felt the cum running down my leg. I pulled up my jeans (no underwear) and felt the wet spot all the way walking home. So fucking hot!!

These are my biggest toys 😍🔥🎉

OMG. That is one of the hottest videos EVER MADE. The younger guy (the bottom) unfortunately died a few years ago.

o (note) {Please excuse the balls, I find them easier to juggle} o In a State College town with or without a Gay community or gayborhood, there always seems to be an all night diner. For gays it is a place to refuel and gossip when too spun to go to bed. Even straight folk need a place to eat after a night of Beer Pong. o Dad herded Adam and myself to a table just as a group was leaving. A lot of eyes were directed in our direction but overhearing was unlikely. During the short drive over, my spinning brain stabilized I had been sluggishly formulating questions. Dad, why did you let me Poz you? Son’ I’ve been poz since your Mom was pregnant with Adam. Adam was also honest, he did not set this up but I was there keeping an eye on you. I had chanced to meet Burt at the lumberyard and he mentioned you had promise. Your metamorphosis from being a rude kid into something special was amazing and has sparked him to have an interest in you. o The looks and whispers had continued and a college age kid hesitantly approached the table and then as if on a dare blurted “Is it true that you Pozzed your Dad”? Dad deadeyed him back as I opened my mouth and said “Yes, and our relationship is off to a new level”. As the stunned kid retreated and the murmurs grew Dad turned to me and said “There you go Richard, the die is cast”. o Dad, if you were POZ, why did you pull off? Son, I can be Gay because I kick ass at my job, I can even be HIV Positive, but regardless of that, I still would get fired if I pissed hot during a random drug test. As exciting as taking your chempiss would be, it is not a path I can risk right now. I am not going to try to lecture you at this point. I was not always there for you when it mattered most being on travel so much. I only ask that if you get fucked up, you do it with your friends. They are not likely to leave you in a ditch or worse. If your life ended, mine would as well. “Dad.. I’m just adopted”. “Son, Adam was a blessing but you were the pick of the litter”! I looked from Adam rolling his eyes back to Dads sincere face. Dad continued – “My distractions and stress when I learned about Adam coming so closed after we adopted you including possible sibling rivalry or flat out incompatibility was a stress I had not planned for and had difficulty coping with. I certainly had other things on my mind than playing safe, I understand you know what that’s like. I was not chasing, but I felt such a weight lifted when I got the Fuck Flu. I am just thankful that I have been here to watch you grow up into a man. o Richard, you are already a celebrity but after tonight Word is going to get around. You need some mentoring. Some boys come out of the closet, some are dragged out of the closet, You exploded out of the closet. Going from a flat footed stop to the speeds you are going without some mentoring could burn you out, burn you up, or something unspeakable. Adam will help, right Adam? “Sure Dad”. He waived at the the waitress, let’s order…. o The coaching staff for teams not involved with Football had lightened up during Rush Week so as to not fry the athletes who were also in Greek Life. Coach and team training for new baseball players was getting into high gear with the heavy efforts after Rush Week. The athletic department staff were also scoping out athletic scholarship freshmen who had lettered in High School as fill ins for teams, and of course scholarship recipients also had to help other teams and caching staff during those seasons. Just because Baseball season was several months away did not mean they were easy on us, they buckled down hard. Coach Barnes was the Baseball Coach and jumped right into pain on a painful morning. OK boys, Rush week is over, you’ve had your fun, now you pay the price. He was stern but fair, the workouts started easy enough but some Freshmen were puking anyway. o The athletic slot class schedule of my 1st Semester was mandatory core and electives. This was nothing like Highschool. I mistakenly picked what I thought were going to be easy courses but was mistaken. Also, I was having some attention distractions of my inner slut speaking sweet nothings as I was trying to concentrate. Literary Studies on 1000 and 1 nights was morphing into 1001 loads, references to the Trojan War took me back to Jeff Bruckner breaking a condom in my ass and I jumped from the remembered snap. The thought of nearly naked beefcakes packed Nutt to Butt in a statue had me developing a wet spot in my shorts. Before practice or locker room duty I would always have to rush to the bathroom and rub out a load to minimize showing wood near the showers in an inappropriate moment. My Extra Curricular activities were not helping my concentration either. Helping at one of Burt’s basement dungeon Pozing Parties had my slut demon purring as I thrusted into some Neg College Ass while barefoot on the piss damp floor. These feelings expanded when my feet and toes were suckled on while getting pounded in a sling by a Patron waiting their turn at my ass. I began to think of my entire body as a sexual pitcher and catcher. I had had wet dreams as a kid when my balls dropped, nowadays my balls were always too drained to drop a load in the sheets, just some ooze. My often sodden jock and my slut beast’s purring during water sports made ‘wet dream’ take on a whole new meaning. o Then I was thrown a curveball. Adam handed me a note from Dad. ..”Son, that mentoring we talked about, well it’s on. Be at Burt’s after class Friday afternoon. Wear or have your boots, jeans, and a long sleeve shirt, you can be commando, but I recommend a jock. Have fun but PAY ATENTION! This is a lesson curriculum that is more important than Psych 101 or Literature. Do as you are told but questions are ok because without them you will learn less. Your weekend absence has been cleared with the coaching staff. It’s a family thing if anyone else asks. Oh, and don’t take your phone. But do bring your meds. A change of clotes is not necessary o When I got to Burt’s Friday afternoon he said great boy, you’re not so distracted you forgot to follow instructions. If you need to poop, do it now and pointed to the bathroom, if you don’t need to go, try anyway.. When I returned, he said we are going on a ride and he ushered me into his garage which was filled with motorcycles. He herded me towards the front row by the outside door. You need to pay real close attention. If you don’t listen, I will not have to throw you to the pavement, because motherfucking physics will. This is as 1953 Thunderbird very like Marlin Brando rode in the Wild Ones which is very appropriate for this weekend. I put on a thermal wrap but you are going to keep your right leg off the exhaust anyway! It gets hot quick. Brando’s bike had a saddle, this one has buddy seating. Keep your feet on the fucking pegs. Don’t stress, but keep pressure on the pegs. You are prone to overdoing things but if you keep too much pressure on, your legs will feel like you have been doing squats for hours. There are no hot tubs at the farm, we used to have one but spooge and other things clogged the filters and made maintenance ridiculous. Now, look under the seat. As I bent over to look, Burt started stroking my ass. I looked through the naked frame (it was not jam packed with stuff like a modern bike) and saw a metal block attached to the bottom of the seat with a short strut pointing towards the rear and a thick steel spring stubbing out pointing towards the front. The whole thing was the size of a small clenched fist but looked otherwise unremarkable. “Boy, that is my Motorcycle resonator. I am letting you know now, because some boys I have taken for a ride have freaked out and would like to avoid you trying that on the highway”. I mumbled “I would expect a stick or built in dildo”. Burt laughed, anything like that would gut you like a fish - even Tom’s motorcycle series depicted that Boys were happy enough with the real flesh toys up their backside. Tom? “I asked”. “Shit boy, you just added another class to the weekend”! Now, you feel the need to piss, just cut loose. It will be harder than you think, but you will not need the pants once we get to the Farm. My butt has been wet before. Now, riding rules. You are going to be wearing a helmet with eyewear. You will keep your mouth closed. You were not bug chasing when you got pozzed but you have taken to it like a duck to water but listen, you swallow an insect at highway speeds you could be distracted from following my rules. You will hold me tight, you cannot squeeze me too hard, this is not a situation where less is more. You can look left when I am looking right, or you can look the same way. Do NOT lean in a direction opposite from me” Understand? Feel free to look right or left when we are going straight The first time a pillion rider is surprised by a quick stop is always memorable but you do not want a bloody nose as you kiss the back of my head, remember that rule. We will do a few turns around the neighborhood and let you get used to everything, then we will hit the road. When I stop, you keep your feet on your pegs At low revs, you can hear me tell you to put your feet down and straddle if need be, I know from your long legs you can flat foot at a stop even spreading for the exhaust. I get on, I start it, then you get on when I motion. An unasked question is the mark of the unteachable. You got any questions? I responded, “I’ll try to remember and do as you say”. “Let me rephrase boy, you are now going to teach me what you are supposed to do”. I stumbled through a rehash of his tutorial and he nodded. That is better retention than I was expecting. Now, let me start this beast he motioned for me to back step back. He reached over and hit the garage door opener, set his ignition, then rose up and dropped as he licked the bike into life. “I already had the bitch warmed up” he shouted. He sat upright, handlebars squared, bike upright. He motioned for me to get on. As I put my leg over looking for the pegs, my ass went on the seat and I levitated up and then cam back down delicately. I was catching a resonated vibration right on my love button. My ass and balls were jiggling, and my entire groin was in a massage chair. I felt Burt laughing as I made sure my boots were properly set on both passenger pegs grabbed him and tapped his belly twice. He pulled out of the garage slowly, rode to the end of the drive, stopped and reached into his leather jacket pocket for his remote. I could see he was looking in the mirror to verify the door closed and then we were off. I was asking myself how far are we going? I had forgotten to ask and could not ask now over the noise. We went down some side streets and did some turns plus a U-turn in the cul-de-sac. Shortley, we were at a light, got a green and we were on the highway. Burt was right, it was hard to think about pissing with clothes on, but the shaking was sloshing my bladder and I was shortly oozing pee like I was peeing in a swimming pool. I don’t know if he purposely took the scenic route, but he passed the county Park Trail Toilets and the woods by the Athletic Fields where I had learned new levels of depravity. We exited the urban zone which transitioned to hills with banked curves, on each one he rolled off the throttle and slippered around the turn banks – gravity pressing my ass into a firmer contact with my resonator fluffer. I was trying to focus on not forgetting what I was doing as the ecstasy grew. All too soon, I came to be aware we had stopped and the motorcycle was off. It still felt like my balls were in a vibrator and my ass was a buzzing numbness like I had been on a long bicycle ride. We’re here boy. He was holding the bike vertical, and I realized I needed to get off. I awkwardly got off and promptly fell. Burt said, yes, that is another reason for the helmet, but don’t worry, your talented ass cannot be broken that easily. Another reason for the helmet is we cannot have a knock on the head turning you straight! My confused look prompted him to add were going to have to work on that funny bone of yours but your Dad and Brother said you did not watch a lot of TV except Sports. Good for you, dreaming about tight-ends is what the youth of today need to focus on. o We went inside the farmhouse. Some training highlights: Your brain is going to start making connections. These are going to include situations, smells, sounds, heat, cold, tactile sensations, light, darkness, etc. This can be a good thing, and it can also be a bad thing. Let me explain: If you wear your favorite crusty jock to one of your mid-term class tests, I guarantee you will be thinking more about the loads you took in your ass wearing that jock than the test questions. Obviously, you also do not want to wear any sex toys to class. You think I am kidding? The genius who designed my seat resonator wore a remote control vibrator to class and the dumbshit forgot to keep the remote batteries as fresh as the ones in the vibrator. You know how quiet a class can get when it becomes obvious a student has a vibrator up his ass he cannot turn off? Burt saw my expression and asked – you think I am kidding? Ask around the engineering department about electroboy. I understand you are well on your way to being infamous as well, your pozzing video was just the start, your antics with your Dad at the PnP party and the Diner are making you the talk of the school whether they connect it with you. Gayboys are just as gossipy as little girls, don’t be surprised if it eventually reached the student body that “he’s the boy who pozzed his dad at a Rush Week Rave”. There is also going to be some important non-sexual info like avoiding getting bashed or robbed. A few other cautions like reliance on safe words and playing with strangers, especially if a bondage situation is a factor. Last for now: I am pulling my offer of getting you a POZ Tat or Brand. Sometime in the future perhaps, but there is no place on your body that it could be hidden during away games. Your Head Coach is one us. Gay and Poz, but not all the assistant coaches are, nor are all the assistant coaches and staff That goes for team mates as well. This leads to part II. If your infamy grows in the Student Body – a definite possibility we will cover ways to not get baited, thrown off the team, and your scholarship jeopardized. While it would of course not happen in actuality, no gayboy can be called motherfucker in the showers and not get a blood pressure rise to a boil or not come out swinging. You are unique in that I have never had to plan for contingencies of possibly being called fatherfucker. It has simply never come up until now. He looked up to see my downcast eyes. Boy, that is the WRONG response his voice raised. Then his voice got softer - Settle down, we will think of something. Hmmm… o You know, your changes in behavior between Pre-Poz and Post Poz have been remarkable. I was sure your dick attitude (I flinched at the generic shortening of the name Richard) would have eventually have gotten you into big trouble. The wrong attitude and responses during your first session with us could have resulted in some serious damage, but your inner slut started leaking out and taking over and saved you. You took it like the champ you are. Just like in baseball, you cannot win without drills, practice, stretching, and playing both the physical and the metal game. I have broken in many a boy, sub, slave, and pig. Don’t let this go to your head(s) Big or Small – but you have great promise of achieving celebrity status as a slut! On the flip side, you will be safer and enjoy your play sessions if you pay attention during these training days. Your mind will wander when you are high, that will be obvious to me and I can adjust. However, if you are NOT high and I see you getting bored, I have ways that will definitely bring you into THE NOW! Again, this weekend ‘workshop’ will be like a fire hydrant enema – a lot to process. And testing will follow. o OK, First order of Business! You must look me in the eyes and promise me you will not use anyone else’s favors without my express permission. This is non-negotiable. If you grew your own weed, that would be an exception but you don’t so It does not matter. The stuff some dealers mix into their shit would give you nightmares. OK? I looked deep into his hazel eyes which seemed to now have bigger pupils and said “Yes Sir”! Good Boy, that’s what I like to hear. o Let’s talk about the dungeon in town. Your first time, you learned a lot. You learned more at our little Poz Conversion Parties. Let’s up the spectrum and the volume. The Farm is better quipped. If you know your favorite things or limits when sober, and know your favorite things when high, you are way more likely to make good choices and make informed decisions that will deepen your sexual beast’s pleasure and shorten recovery times. If you know what makes you have a Tina Dick with or without Tina, then you know to not put the cart before the horse and get your Pitching in early – you can catch later. (The reverse is not always true) If your balls are drained, you are less likely to be shower baited with an erection to a taunting that secretly turns you on. We will also cover managing your dance card. Just like any school or dependent task if you develop good habits when sober, and practice them when spun, you will have a busier night. As I previously said - your beast will be frustrated if it wants to Top and your cunt has been gobbling so much G and Tina that you have a Tina Dick. Task management might sound ridiculous to a slut like you but you may eventually see the wisdom of that topic. Have a beer, then take a nap. o On waking – Burt said ”OK, stretching is important” o Burt covered topics like target of opportunity fucks, tricks to maintaining a sweet fuckable ass, what to do when you are about to fuck a dirty bugger, the topic chain went on and on. o Lube, a little goes a long way, too much lube is wasteful. Too much lube can reduce the friction to an unenjoyable level Too little can bring things to a bloody screeching halt. We are not worrying about condom safety, so no water based lube concerns. Snapping condoms Burt saw my expression of concentration light up, Oh, you know about that. We’ll explore what you know and what you don’t know vs what you ought to know. o OK Boy, get your naked ass into the sling. Special lube topic There are a few exceptions to the water-based lube rule. He held up a thermal lunch cooler. It is tough with tight asses, but your pucker is talented enough to do this now. The gay community loves Jello Shooters. This is a ratio mix of Jello and alcohol. Here try one. I pressed the contents of the plastic cup into my mouth and I sucked on it a bit. The alcohol fraction was not too harsh and I licked my lips. o He inserted a Jello-shot in my cunt. It burned but was a refreshing sensation as the Cold Jello melted and the alcohol was directly absorbed. You will find this type of diversion useful in groups since the squired bang residue makes it look like you were fucked by Walt himself. o He dipped back into the cooler. This is J-Lube: Boy, this comes in a powder and is mixed with tap, sterile, or bottled water You do not want soda water or any carbonated product since you will in effect have a rocket up your ass. It is an agricultural product to aid a vet in several different ways like inseminating a mare or a cow, inseminating himself by a friendly farm hand or Cowboy, or my favorite use: Fisting. He started laughing, you know, some Bears I Know in Houston had a Naked Twister Party at the Mary’s Complex. To make things interesting, they lubed the game sheet with J-Lube. Being Texans, bigger, and more was the rule and being City Texans, they used too much. For years when it rained the back fence and the ground looked like it was foaming at the mouth. Ha! Good Times! Anyhow, you mix up a batch, then squirt it into buttercups, then you freeze it. The sharp edge can be used for naughty purposes if you need to scrape someone up – put it in edgewise, but you have some recently healed fissures so we will go easy. It always helps with a dollop of elbow grease. Remember what I said about doing things in the right order? If a gang bang has the biggest dicks go first, the other tops and the slut will not be happy – ‘in the end’ -so to speak. The needs of the many….. Oh, never mind. He had been fingering my hole with a little lube for good measure. Out popped his finger and he stepped aside. Dad stepped up to the bottom of the sling. Dad! I exclaimed, by sphincter tightening both from the removal of the finger my beast had been enjoying as well as the involuntary reflex the situation of facing my father with a hungry asshole in a sling presented like a gift. Dad said “I hear you have been paying attention and doing well”. As he thrust his cock into my cunt. The abrupt change from, well I wont say a dry lecture to this was abrupt. My slut Beast awoke and moaned. My reflexes stuttered and I flexed trying to swing back on his dick harder each time he thrust. As we got the rhythm, I was swinging back onto his cock with fierce effort and yelling. All too soon. He was yelling yes! Take my DNA! He was shuddering as my already tired balls volleyed cum up to the rafter chain supports with a hands free assgasm. Dad leaned forward to kiss me and it turns out Burt had a soup spoon and cup to catch the first of my Dads cum that was leaking out of my ass. He spooned a bit and handed it to my Father who passed it to me and I lapped it up. Now you are my Boy by Injection! Pucker Up Buttercup! He pushed a frozen J-Lube puck into the furnace of my hungry ass. o I Yelped - My inner Slut Beast roared with approval as he dropped the empty buttercup and patted my ass closed. The sensation of the melting J-Lube ice puck felt electrifying. Within seconds it has melted into a slick sludge that was exploring every fold and lump in my colon. My Dad started massaging my hole and it blossomed for him begging for additional gifts. He inserted 1 and moved up to went up to 4 fingers and then pulled out and patted my blossom closed. I think you might want to try receiving a fist, if so let me know Saturday Night or Sunday. This is useful for large objects, but no real need to use toys when you have the real thing. And he stuck his ragingly hard pierced cock in my cunt with one smooth quick motion. Burt said “I am jumping the gun somewhat, but laying a meal in front of a hungry man has consequences and he went to town pounding. Meanwhile Dad went to some controls on the pole and the head of the sling winched down a little. I looked up at the mirrored reflection above me as my Father offered his dick to suck his remaining cum and my ass juice off of. When I started to get a little red in the face, he moved back and elevated the top of the sling. Lets keep the strokes in your ass and not your head. Burt was grunting and I could feel him coming even with the remaining J-Lube that had not yet been forced out of my ass by those magnificent pistons. o Biker Arrivals: The Bikers my cunt and slut beast were so fond of arrived in two groups. Adam had rode up with my dad and was having some fun on the side, but was there watching and filming most of the spectacle. Between training sessions where my cock was being milked or my cunt was being filled there were other sideshows I could never have imagined. For instance, after a biker had shot a big load in my ass we took a break. This biker had an average sized dick, but through years of chewing, stretching, CBT and other play had a large foreskin. He was very clean – I had sucked him to arousal before he fucked me but he had this huge foreskin. Burt said you can do this with a regular uncut guy, but Ernie here is a better demonstrator. You have to do this after they have blown their last wad or before they get excited. If they are fresh, you have to be quick because the goal is not spill any. As a demonstration Burt told me to pull Ernie’s foreskin up and out. Burt poured some peppermint Schnapps into the Skin Shooter Cup. Ernie smiled at the burn and Burt said “drink”! I accomplished sucking in the shot without spillage to a massive round of applause. o Additional sessions were transmitted casually in conversation Some Bikers related close calls of getting caught by the law performing a sexual act that was legal in most places but still illegal right across a county line. Other topics included Bondage with people you trust, tit suction cups, tit play, piercings, verbal contract agreements, safe words, experimentation, I felt I was being filled with a huge Dildo Lexicon Of Knowledge. o During one time where my dick was hiding, exhausted, my ass ring was gaping and tired. Where I thought I might get some rest, Burt said OK, Time for Cross-Examination! I was grabbed and taken to the Saltire and bound wrists and ankles to the St Andrews Cross. There was a slight angle on it and it did not feel as uncomfortable as it looked. Burt handed my Dad a flogger and my brain fog was farted out of my mind. Dad approached me and spoke softly to me asking. “Do you trust me”? I was trembling but nodded my head. Boy I asked you if your TRUSTED me YES Daddy! And I was sagging in my restraints. “I should have done this a long time ago but your awfully big to spank now I wonder if I could even make an impression on you how much I love you. I was trembling and crying. I heard a rustle, felt a tickle. My fear was an enclosure, my intellect had fled. I felt the tickling continue as the soft ends of the flogger explored my back, buttocks and legs. There was an occasional flip where the straps of the flogger paralleled each other across my back but the impact was a whisper. My terror grew, I could taste my fear, My Beast was speechless, I was expecting – What exactly? Pleasure? Pain? Torture? Love? I felt a hug. Breathe sone, you’re turning blue. My beast was nodding, the Bikers were applauding, Adam left his camera and broke the 4th wall to come up and slap my ass. “Thats my Brother, always showing off”. And I was laughing as I had another Assgasm. o Burt said It’s late, glanced at the clock seeing it was 2 AM on Sunday or Early as I stand corrected while I was being released from the cross. I speak for all of us that you are an exceptional graduating senior SexU slut. You have obviously achieved the requirements of SumaCumLoudly and are awarded ValiDicktorian, all affirming say Aye! There was a chorus of Ayes. There had better not be a Nay, anyone want to try me? Fine, as a reward you can Pitch or Catch anyone here. o I looked up with tired eyes and stated….I pick all of you, but I am tired so please line up according to cocksize width-and length-sorted please Police yourselves, I am awfully tired…. No disrespect intended, some of you are large I want to grip you all as tight as I can as you instruct me, and - perhaps after you bang me you can cheer me on as I try taking dads Fist? My dad turned to Adam and remarked “He is so organized Now”! Did you ever think you would see the day? o As the ENDING ceremonies began as I was taking it up the end Burt Asked me: How would you sum up your lessons to date? o Diamonds are this Baseball Gaygurl’s best friend, but this slut is a winner that takes all cummers but also doesn’t mind taking a licking! Was that word salad too verbose? As the laughter died down I see you have also been exercising that funny bone. How long have you been practicing that response? I replied that it had taken me a day since I had some nice distractions along the way that kept interrupting my thoughts…. o Dad Presented my graduation gift, this smartphone has your sim card in it. It is also app’d up with raw dating engines, Adam and I hope it will be adequate to your requirements. As everyone was preparing to leave, Dad told me Adam is riding shotgun so you can lay down in the back. My response was quick: “Ride Back with you? I’m riding back with Burt! I love you and Adam but pass up a ride on the fluffercycle? No Way! However, if you guys want to meet up for a mid-trip fucking pitstop or pisstop in the woods, I can probably find a slot on my dancecard…. …………..Not the end……………..

I don't remember in the moment but do know the 30 minute buss ride home left me with soaked underwear and shorts. Obviously didn't know not to trust a fart back then lol

Oh fuck! Seriously, that’s you? I sent message.

Kane and Kieron were still sleeping it off when I went out for my shift at the Nisa, but I knew they’d seen my message as both of them were showing as Read in the chat. My stomach was a mess and I couldn’t eat any breakfast at first, but I grabbed a Belvita at work and ate it while I smoked a couple of cigs out back. Then I got to stacking shelves, before taking over the till. Just when Clive finished his lunch, Kane came in and I saw through the door that Kieron was outside. Kane just looked at me without saying anything. “Clive mate” I said, not losing eye contact with my brother, “I’m going lunch.” I went out back to grab my jacket, then on out the side door and up the alley to the road. K&K were standing there and both of them just stared at me, looking more shit-scared than I’d ever seen them. They started walking towards me, so I took out my cigs and started to light one. “Give us one of those” Kane said. I shook the packet out at him, and both of them reached out for one. I handed Kane the lighter, they both lit up, and then I put it all back in my jacket. “Dragon” I said, and started walking towards the pub. They followed me, and I pointed at one of the tables outside where there was no-one else around. I went inside and got us three beers, and asked Sheila to do me a BLT. Then I went back outside and sat down. “What do you know?!” Kane asked, in a hushed voice. I looked between them, and then took a gulp of beer. “I followed you to that warehouse by the canal last night” I said. “Dad wanted to know if you were dealing. I climbed up a drainpipe and saw you.” “Fuck” Kieron whispered, looking white. “What the fuck did you tell Dad?!” Kane said, gripping my wrist. “I fucking told him I lost you, alright!” I said, shaking my hand free. We sat in silence for a bit, with both of them staring at the table. I lit up another cigarette, then tossed the box towards Kane. After a minute he took one and lit up, with Kieron following suit. “I want in” I said. “How would you fucking know what you want?” Kane said. “How…” He stopped when the pub door opened and Sheila came out, plonking my BLT down with a smile. She turned around and went back in, and we were in silence again. “I got fucking turned on, OK” I said. “Plus the money looks good.” “Are you fucking serious?” Kieron asked. “Yeah” I said, staring at him and feeling bold. “I am fucking serious.” We didn’t say anything for a while, so I got on with eating my sandwich. When I was done, I lit up again and then sat back in my chair. “How did you get into that shit anyway?” I asked. They didn’t answer for a while, but eventually Kane started talking. They had started making a few quid on a video chat call thing, stripping or jerking off for guys, but then when Dad had threatened to kick them out they had gone back to some guy who kept putting in the comments that they could make more money. They had met him at a place in town, and he’d made them an offer. They said yes, so he fucked them both to test them out. Then he’d taken them to a party and a few other guys had fucked them, and they’d earned a wad off that. Then he said they could earn regular money if they wanted, and they’d started going to places all over the city or even in other towns, where older men threw away cash to get to fuck a pair of hot muscular twins. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I, er…” Kane started. “Yes” said Kieron, causing Kane’s head to whip round. “What, bro? Don’t give me that look. I’m with you every time, and I know you fucking love it like I do.” Kane went bright red, while Kieron actually smiled. “Are you gay?” I asked Kieron. “Fuck yeah” he said, looking relaxed all of a sudden. “Kane?” I asked. He said nothing, just staring open-mouthed at his twin, but then he looked down at the table and slowly nodded. “K would rather be doing the fucking” Kieron said, leaning forward and patting Kane on the back. “Or so he says.” I sat and looked at them both, seeing that Kane looked rattled while Kieron was back to being his cocky self. “What about you?” Kane muttered, still looking down. “Me?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. I took a big gulp of beer, and then a deep breath. “No fucking idea” I said. “But after I saw you two I wanted to know how it feels. Then I busted out a big load on Bret’s bed.” “Dirty fucker” Kieron laughed, with even Kane cracking a smile. I had to get back to work, but they agreed to meet me later. The afternoon fucking dragged on, but when I did eventually get out of Nisa they were waiting for me outside, and we went and stood in the part of the pub car park that was hidden from everything else. After grilling me a bit more about whether I was serious, they said they’d talk to the guy that evening about me joining in. Kieron then sent me a link to a website, but told me to wait until tonight to look at it. We then went home for another shitty ready meal dinner, before I had to go back out to the Dragon. Somehow I avoided my phone all evening, and only went to click on the link once I was home in bed. It was a porn fan site, with only short previews available unless you signed up. But the previews were enough to see my twin brothers getting gangfucked by men in loads of different venues. The warehouse I had seen was in a few, but there were posh apartments, a sex club, a gym, a sauna, some woods and even a fucking bus. I couldn’t join without a card, but I didn’t need to. It was hot as fuck to see what they’d been doing, and I knew even more I wanted in. Man, I must be fucking gay. I busted out a load again, then went to sleep. The next day Kieron came by Nisa at my break and we went back to the pub again. “Kane took two cocks in his arse at once last night” he said. “Can’t fucking walk today.” “Two at once?!” I yelped. “Feels fucking awesome once you get used to it” Kieron said, smiling. “Fuck” I said, causing him to laugh. “You sure you up for this?” he asked. “Yeah” I said. “But maybe I need some practice first.” “Watch this” he said, taking out his phone and tapping away a bit, before my own phone buzzed. “Do what it says and you’ll be ready. I’ll put one of my dildos under your bed.” “One of your dildos?” I asked. “How many you got?” “A few” he replied, smirking. “Good to get there ready to go.” He told me that their guy was up for the younger brother joining in but wanted to test me out first, so they were going to take me to see him on Monday when I had my night off at the Dragon. “He’s gonna fuck you” Kieron said. “You’ll have to suck him off too.” “Cool” I said, my stomach lurching. “Hit the gym” he said. “He likes us muscled.” For the next few days I did hit the gym a lot. We can’t afford an actual membership anywhere, but the Council put one of those outdoor gyms in at the park and no fucker has vandalised it yet, so I just went there to work out. At nights I watched the video Kieron had sent me, practicing with the dildo until I could get it to go in no problem. Felt fucking great, but I knew a real cock would feel better. Also practiced sucking it and managed to swallow it after a while, though I nearly chucked up over the bedroom a couple of times gagging on the fucking thing. Hope I didn’t wake Dad. On the Monday I said I was meeting friends, but Dad barely listened so I just went out. I was nervous as fuck, so lit up a cigarette while I waited for K&K. When they came out to go to ‘work’ we walked down to the bus stop, but the fucking thing never showed up so we ran down past the canal to the station to get a train instead. Their guy lived in a posh block in the city centre, and we got a really shitty look from the concierge after we were buzzed in. K&K ignored him though, so I tried to do the same as we waited for the lift. “Gentleman” the guy said, opening his door wearing just a dressing gown. “Hi” said Kieron, as we went in. “Hi” I said. “And you are?” the man asked. “Luke” I replied. “I’m 19.” “Very nice” he said, “I can see the family resemblance.” I blushed, while he showed us through to a large living room with amazing views out the windows. “Gentlemen” the man said, “I have an early meeting, so we will need to get down to business I’m afraid.” “OK” said Kane, before turning to me. “Luke?” “What?” I asked, before realising. “Oh!” I quickly took off my clothes, so that I was standing completely naked. The man leered at me, and I nervously began to turn around so he could see all of me. “Very nice” he said. “You’ll tone up well like your brothers.” “Thank you sir” I said. He then undid the belt of his dressing gown, and a big erect cock flopped out. I stared at it, then glanced at Kieron. He gave a slight head nod towards the cock, and I realised what I had to do. I walked over to the man and got down on my knees, and then after a deep breath I opened my mouth and sucked him in. It was so much better than the dildo, and with even just the tip in my mouth I wanted more. I bobbed my head on him for a while, and then began to try to swallow the whole thing. I nearly gagged a couple of times but mostly covered it, before I relaxed and managed to start getting him down my throat. He moaned as I did that, and I kept going knowing I was doing well. Then he took my head in his hands and pulled me off. “Very good, boy” he said. “Almost as good as Kane.” I heard Kane cough in embarrassment. “Thank you sir” I said, looking up at him from where I was kneeling. “Now” he said, motioning for me to stand up. “Let’s see how you stack up against your cumslut brother Kieron.” He walked me over to one of the sofas, and I got down on my knees leaning over the back. He squatted down behind me and planted his face in between my cheeks, giving me my first ever rim job. I moaned like crazy, especially when he began to finger me. “Nicely loosened already” he said. “You ready to have your cherry popped?” “Yes please” I groaned. He was bigger than the dildo in every way, and I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream as he pushed into me. But I survived the entry, and began to relax as he stayed buried inside me. He got a bottle of poppers out of his dressing gown pocket and handed them to me, with Kieron indicating to me I should inhale from it. When I did my head went fuzzy, and I moaned out loud. The man started to pull out, then pushed back in and I saw stars. He did this again slowly a few times, and then he began to fuck me properly. I moaned and groaned, panted and pleaded, and he just kept fucking. The dildo was good, but this felt so much fucking better. The warmth inside me, the way it stretched me, and knowing this was another guy inside me, all made it feel just so much fucking better. I never wanted it to fucking stop. But eventually it had to stop, when he slammed into me and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. “Take my fucking seed, boy” he growled at me. “Oh fuck yeah please sir” I panted. Then he withdrew, and I slumped down more on the sofa as I felt his cum start to drip out of me. “Clean him up” the man said, and Kane rushed over with a tissue and wiped my arse. He then pulled me off the sofa and had me stand up facing the man. “Boy” he said, “your father sure knows how to make them.” “Thank you” I panted. “We’ll debut you properly in a week” he said. “I want you ready, all of you.” “Yes Grant” said Kieron, “we’ll be ready.” “Especially him” Grant said. “Everyone will want a piece of him.” “We’ll make sure he’s ready” said Kane. “You do that” Grant said, doing up his dressing gown. “Now, you can let yourselves out.” “Yes sir” Kieron said. “Oh, and Kane?” Grant said. “Yes?” “You better be using that dildo I gave you” he said, with a slightly evil smirk. “I don’t want any more of those embarrassing hysterics next time we double-fuck you.” “Sorry sir” said Kane, turning bright red. “It won’t happen again.” With that, I got myself dressed quickly, and then we hurried out of the apartment. Once out on the street we all lit up cigarettes. “So?” asked Kieron. “Fucking awesome” I said. “I want more.” “Slut” laughed Kane. “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting more than you can fucking handle in a week.” “Bring it on” I replied. We managed to get a bus back to the estate, and stopped by the Dragon for a quick drink. Brian said Dad had been in but had gone home, so we knew he was probably in a drunken sleep already. We headed home after a pint, and with Dad sure enough passed out and snoring like a gorilla in his room, I joined K&K in theirs so they could show me some of the full-length videos. In a few of them the men fucking them all had funny tattoos of snakes, spiders, scorpions and other things, but Kieron said this was just what they were into, with groups of guys often having similar ink. He showed me another one where a biker gang used them, and they all had matching chest tattoos of that danger symbol you see on stuff sometimes. I kind of liked it, and was looking forward to seeing who might be using me in a week. The next day things went back to normal, except for Kieron slipping a larger dildo in below my bed to help me get used to taking more. They carried on going off at night, with Dad muttering about what they were up to, and I just did my shop and pub shifts as normal. But all week I just got so fucking excited, no longer giving a fuck if I was gay or not, working my arse over with both dildos and blowing multiple loads every evening. Monday was coming, I wanted to be ready, and I couldn’t fucking wait…

My collection (along with my hole) keeps growing.

Nope - you pretty much nailed it. I'd forgotten about the active/passive references - haven't heard that in years now. But, language is a fluid thing, constantly changing, little by little. Per the ass-eating, there were some that did it, but not until bottoms routinely <polite cough> made sure their Holes actually were edible. Accidents can and do happen, of course, but the cleanliness routine wasn't as obligatory back then. I don't think most of us were as comfortable with ourselves back then. We were still concerned about being "outed" all of that. M2M sex wasn't as celebrated, it was more in the shadows. These days, being an "out" gay man is no big deal; back then it was a substantial and bold choice to make. Thanks for offering that commentary.

Many years ago, a man picked me up took me to his home and fucked me on the kitchen table. After a while I noticed his teenage son watching. The father then said that when he's through the boy would practice on me. It was Fucking HOT.

(if need be pointed out, the math works that all characters are 18 or older) This is a fictional story reworked from something I submitted to Tommyhawks Fantasy World about a Decade ago. It has its flaws, but if it gets a rise or some spooge from your cock, it has served its purpose. Enjoy! Sticky Situation by: DevilDawg 7-11-2025 Stressed as hell, that’s the way I had been feeling of late. I’m Richard, 18 Yrs old 5’8” Brown Hair, Hazel Eyes and 181 Lbs. I was stuck in that zone of accomplished Varsity Baseballer who was also second string on the basketball team and now that had ended with graduation. I was accomplished enough in sports and grades to land a partial scholarship to the local state college. The transitional void into an unknown new chapter would mean that my accomplishments would not count for shit when being inserted to groups that were more accomplished scholastically or true HS Sports Stars. It was after graduation and on cooler days my buddies would come over and smoke a little while using the hot tub when the parents were at work or travelling. The Buy - I had some money - my parents were not rich but well-off middle class. I had held part time jobs in previous years because that was what my parents had expected me to do. This also led to a fair allowance as long as I kept up with chores. I went by my dealer who gave me some good weed prices for being a steady customer, it was easy to satisfy my need for weed. My Dealer Burt was a large footballer from back in the day – his trophies still in place in the school Middle and High School trophy case. He rode a motorcycle regardless of any weather except for ice and hung with a dark crowd. He arms were full tatted sleeves, and you could see hints of other tats depending on what he was wearing. We made a deal for my regular bag and he told me to make a delivery for him. ‘Your Brother Adam was coming by, but I have to go out of town this afternoon, don’t break the seal or I will positively fuck you up”. I replied "no problem" and left. Hot Tub Smoke – My two friends Brad and Jim always showed up together. Jim was white and skinny and had only Lettered on the Swim Team and Track Team, while Brad was the Wide Receiver on the Football Team and black as midnight. We stripped down to the skin and got into the Hot Tub. I cracked open the tin and found pre-rolled joints the smell of which was a fine enticement to light up with my buds vs rolling with my bags makings. I started talking about how angry I was at my cunt of a girl friend for breaking up with me before she went off to university. While I was bemoaning my needs both Brad and Jim were looking uncomfortable. I was going on and on then I realized both of them were surreptitiously jacking off under the froth. I erupted from the water standing up with a raging boner and yelled ‘don’t you dare! I have to clean this thing’! Jim and Brad sheepishly stood and I said let’s go get some towels and never say anything about this you weirdoes. We padded into the main hallway where the linen closet was, grabbed some bath towels and started drying off. My parents room was on the backyard side of the house and my nerdy golden boy Brother Adam’s room was on the street side. Jim said what’s that – I thought you said no one was home? I burst through Adams door and there he was groaning on the bed sliding a dildo in and out of his ass! All the lights were on, his array of geeky computers and shit were on and he was sliding a huge dildo in and out like it was a normal thing to do. I Freaked Out! The rage of being an adopted son only to have a natural brother to follow 9 Months later, a golden boy who had it sooooo easy was abusing himself in so many forbidden ways that I lost it. Brother Trouble- I snatched the dildo out of his ass and threw it across the room. So you want cock huh? I dragged him to the edge of the bed and hilted my hard cock up his chute without a pause. The entrance was easy pre-lubed and pre-opened by the toy. I was faintly aware of Jim and Brad stroking their hard-ons as Jim dropped to his knees to suck on Adam’s left tit. Brad dropped behind him and buried his face in Jim’s crack. I yelled about them all being just a bunch of fags and Adam was laughing back it takes one to know one! I raged and rough fucked my brother to a chorus of groans, gasps, and yelps as Jim was now being fucked by Brad. I was so enraged I thought I was having a stroke! I hilted a last time and blew my pent up load in my brother’s guts and fell exhausted ono the bed. Meanwhile, Brad was finishing up in Jim and I could see Brads dick was thick and a black blur as he gasped during his orgasm. As I lay stunned, Brad and Jim switched and while incoherent sounds were uttered, no words came out. Finally I was blurted out that they were all a bunch of pussyboys or better yet girls! After that statement was a pregnant pause then my Brother Adam said: “My Turn Bro”. As I startled from my awkward position, Brad grabbed me by the arms and Jim grabbed me by the legs. I was bent flexing and wriggling into a curly fry shape as Adam lined up his 6 inch dick and went in full throttle. I was screaming I was going to fuck them all up which just seemed to trigger more laughter. I think Adam may have already cum today since despite his edging he went in mostly dry with some pre and some spit but landed home with what felt like my ring was on fire. It took him what seemed to be an eternity but groaned and said take that big brother! Adam and Jim switched places as I lay in shock from just having been bred. Jim was just a little larger than Adam as he went in slick – lubricated by Adams Load. As he shot I could feel Jim swell up as his uncut cock blasted my insides with its second load. I was still in shock and mumbling/begging ‘please no more’ when Jim and Brad switched places and I saw what I now know to a BBC that resembles two red Bull cans stacked end on end. At the time, it looked like a 2 Liter soda bottle. He nudged the head in and then started pressing inward until I was fully skewered. I was sobbing as I felt my ass tear and felt something else break. The electric shock as the head bounced past my prostate was intense and my teary eyes widened in astonished pleasure. Jim started going to town and my tortured gland caused me to erupt a cum load all the way up to my eyes. Brads load could be felt even with all the sperm I was sinking into. Brad asked Adam what was in that tin can? Adam was quick on the uptake and quickly realized what had happed as I crawled to the shower leaving a slime trail of cum and blood as I crawled out of the room to murmurs and laughter. I woke in my room as the lights went on to a crowd of bikers and Adam. In the forefront was Burt who said “I warned you, Adam may have already Pozzed you but I always keep my promises”. I Hear you like TINA, this is what we call ‘a bump’ as he jammed two fingers up my torn ass. With his other hand he started stroking a huge pierced cock as two bikers each grabbed a leg and pulled me to my doom. My last words before the screams were ‘It Burns’! Pozitive Outcomes- A Month later I was sitting in shock, test results in hand when my brother approached me. ‘Good News or Bad News’? I shook the paper at him and told 'the family favorite’ "I hate you"! He said let me see the results and I handed him the printout. He handed me an envelope and said, how about a trade? When my expression said I did not understand, he continued. "I’ll add your results to the end title credits; referring to the envelope - these are your royalties to date. Your Pozzing Conversion Videos are a hit dear Brother! I’ve never seen anyone sob like that"…. To be continued

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It was pretty much the exact same people who voted for him all three times. He never had any significant gains or losses in total numbers of votes. What did change was the overall voter turnout across all three election cycles. 2016 had a very low turnout with more or less balanced numbers between the two candidates, which is why it came down to a few thousand votes spread haphazardly across several swing states for Trump to miraculously capture the Electoral College. In 2020 we experienced record high voter turnout because people were disgusted by Trump and his administration of grifters, which saw even a sizable number of hardcore Republicans vote for the Democratic candidate. They weren’t voting for Joe Biden so much as they were voting against Donald Trump. In 2026 we had another election cycle with record low turnout, with only about 51-52% of the registered voters in the entire country casting a ballot. Trump keeps talking about a landslide and having a mandate, but he simply doesn’t. Far, far less than half of the registered voters in the country voted for him.

I was going to a gay adult cinema in downtown Philadelphia when I was still in high school. It was called the Sansom Street Theater if my memory is correct, I remember being nervous because I thought the clerk at the front desk would want proof I was 21, which I didn't have. This place didn't have booths, but it was just a full screen movie theater with a bunch of guys sucking and fucking in the seats. It was my first exposure to gay porn where just one movie was playing, but one was all I needed to see. Between the active sex in the seats and sex on the screen, it was sensory overload for me. Once I found this place, I made sure I had AP classes or SAT prep courses in downtown Philly just so I could stop at that theater. I remember dragging my book bag in with me, the clerk didn't seem to mind. Later in life, I saw that same theater mentioned in the movie "Philadelphia" with Tom Hanks, he was asked if he ever frequented the joint. Well I sure did. I hear that name of the theater mentioned today but now I believe it is either a bathhouse/sex club or something like that. I haven't been back to play there so I can't comment on that part but my intro to gay porn was also an intro to having sex in the afternoon without having to worry about being asked for ID or getting caught having sex in my school's locker room.

I wouldn't mind receiving a copy if it is okayed ...

The longuest i sucked one Dick was 4 hours. I asked the guy to do what he wanted While i was sucking without informîg me. So he cummed three time an pissed once, without saying nothing and i swallowed all he did.

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Obviously, I waded through my Kryptonite issues. I still anticipate some Canadian Spooge to inspire more kinky turns in this story.

Yes I clearly remember feeling the spasms in the cock as he unloaded, then the slight warmth and feeling of fullness. I touched my add also 20 min later and my fingers smelled like cum, which gave me a raging boner on the drive home.

Three days later, I was woken at dawn by Bret shivering. I knew what this probably meant, and leaned over to feel his forehead. He was burning up and fucking sweaty, so I got myself up and went and knocked on K&K’s door. “Yeah” Kane said eventually, sounding groggy. I went in and told them that I thought Bret was converting, then left to go to the kitchen and bathroom to get water, cloths, tablets and anything else I could think of. We took it in turns to care for him through it over the next few days, though I managed to work all my shifts at the shop and pub. Dad came back during it all, and being sober for once he was actually of some help, showing genuine concerned for his eldest boy given how sick he was. He had never been one for calling doctors so fortunately did not suggest that, and for a couple of days we functioned sort of like a family. It wasn’t until Bret was improving massively that Dad randomly got wasted again, and then things became shit. The angry shouting moods took over, and none of us could move without being threatened or some shit. We managed to get Bret over to Stan and Winston’s, and they saw him through the last of it while Kane, Kieron and I dealt with probably the fastest spiral Dad had ever done. Fortunately Justin came to our rescue, helping us to get him back to the rehab centre rather than arresting him after he’d managed to get outside and was yelling abuse at anyone who passed. With Bret recovered and now back at home, we contacted Grant to make arrangements for the ‘pozzing’ video as soon as possible so that our big brother could get on with the inking he was suddenly so antsy about. Grant responded to say he would line up something soon, and also that he would be sending over the details of the tattoo artist that he’d now been in contact with. When the number came through I gave the guy a call, and he actually came over to our place to see us all. He was fucking talented, which you could tell from how quickly he managed to draw some really accurate sketches of Bret’s whole body. The two of them then sat together and used tracing paper to try out a few designs so Bret could see how they might look. They got it all sorted, and then the guy did some other designs on paper for me, Kane and Kieron to think about for our torsos. Everyone was so turned on by it all, so once the guy had left we had a brotherly fuck-fest where every dick went in every hole at some point. The next day was sunny and warm, and K&K were off for an afternoon shoot outdoors in some woods, apparently with it being staged as though all the tops were just anonymous guys out cruising. It sounded like fun but Grant wanted just the twins, so I went to the pub with Bret instead. Now that Aimee had finished her exams, I had agreed with Clive to do less shifts at the Nisa so she could earn some money, which worked out for me as I was starting to want more time to enjoy hanging out with my brothers. That meant I was free to have a few drinks with Bret in the sunshine, though I went with shandy as I still had to work behind the bar that night. We sat at a table and quietly just chatted about shit, before I asked Bret to tell me a bit more about all the sex in the army. He hesitated a bit, looking around at how close other people were, but then started talking. He told me some of what I already knew, about different guys using him to get off even though they were all straight, but then talked about two other guys who he thought were probably gay too. One of them was this big angry brick shithouse who was always on everyone’s case, who just bent Bret over in a storeroom one day and fucked him senseless. That was how it always happened, with Bret just having to take it whenever the guy lost his cool. The other guy was married with a baby on the way, but Bret could just tell he was in the closet. Bret popped his anal cherry, and they kept fucking each other all the time until the discharge, but my brother never told anyone else as he didn’t think the guy could handle becoming another barracks cumdump. Bret then got really quiet for a while, his face looking a bit pained. I didn’t push it, and he eventually started telling me about another guy who he had fucked around with early on. That guy was a bit of a mess, with a fiancée at home and his dad being ex-SAS and expecting his son to turn out just like him. Bret told me how the guy had got more and more messed up, getting angry or just breaking down crying, particularly after he’d started to take it up the arse himself. Then one day he was gone, and while they were told he had quit, Bret later found out the guy had slit his wrists, spent ages in the infirmary, and then been discharged and sent off to a mental hospital after a complete breakdown. He never found out what happened to the guy in the end. “It wasn’t your fault Bret” I said. “Yeah” he sighed. “I know. I do. But it fucking messed me up when I found out, and I thought for ages I’d fucking pushed him over. I guess…” “What?” I asked, after he had paused for a while. “I guess” he continued, “it kind of made me understand Dad a bit more, you know?” “No” I said. “Explain it to me.” “Well, I mean, I guess I saw a guy fucking falling apart right in front of me” he said, “and I thought later about watching that happen to Dad after Mum left. He ran himself into the fucking ground trying to make sure we had food and clothes and hot water and all that other shit, and I reckon he broke. But he went with booze rather than a razor blade.” “Oh” I said. “Yeah, OK, I guess I do get it then. And you’re right about him, I know that, but it’s still fucking hard dealing with it all.” “Yeah” he sighed. “We didn’t make it any fucking easier for him, not for Mum. We were a bunch of little fuckers.” “Fucking speak for yourself” I replied. “I got blamed for so much fucking shit that was all you, Kane and Kieron.” Bret looked up at me, that pained expression back on his face. “I know” he said. “I’m so sorry bruv. I mean it.” “I know you do” I said. “Like I said before, you’re forgiven. The other two as well.” We sat in silence for a bit, and I could tell he just wanted to lean over and kiss me as much as I wanted to do the same. “I wonder if we’ll ever find a way to make it right with Dad too” he eventually said. “It’s our fault he’s like this.” I didn’t know what else to say, so we went back to sitting in silence for a few minutes. That ended when we saw Justin walking down the hill, dressed in normal clothes for a change being he wasn’t on duty. He saw us and nodded, then went into the pub. He came out with a drink and walked over to us, sitting down at our table. “You alright mate?” Bret asked him. “No” Justin said. “Bianca is a stupid fucking bitch.” He reached for my cigarettes, took one and lit it, the first time I’d seen him smoke since he and Bret were teenagers. “What happened?” Bret asked. “Found out she’s spent all our fucking money on some stupid marketing shit” he said. “She’s fucking pissed it all away with a load of fucking scamming cunts, and then she has the fucking nerve to try to blame me!” “How?” I asked. “Get this” he said. “She fucking told me that I need to get promoted and make more money so she can buy the things she fucking wants without having to try to make more money elsewhere.” “She fucking what?” Bret asked. “I know!” said Justin. “It never fucking occurred to her to go and get an actual fucking job if she fucking wants more fucking knock-off handbags!” “What are you gonna do?” I asked. “Dunno” he said. “But I’ve fucking had enough of this shit to be honest.” With Justin having arrived, we never actually went back home as we’d sort of planned, and I eventually just left the table to go and start my shift. It was a busy night with so many people wanting to drink outside, and I ended up behind the bar the whole night as I was much quicker at serving people than Sheila. When I went on break I popped outside and saw that Bret and Justin had gone, but Stan and Winston had taken their table and we made eye contact. I took a quick load from each of them in turn behind the bins before I went back on duty at the bar. The rest of the night went really quickly as we stayed busy right up until last orders, with the clear up taking ages thanks to all the crap everyone had just fucking dropped on the floor or in the bushes outside. Brian got me a double rum and coke to enjoy outside with him and Sheila once we were done, giving me a big wad of cash as my share of the tips after some drunk guys had gone a bit crazy with what they were putting in the normally empty jar. I walked back home, where I found some glasses and an empty bottle of whisky on the kitchen table. Kane and Kieron were still not back, so I stripped out of my clothes in the hall and went straight in to have a quick shower. When I got out I dried myself a bit, and then opened the door to the room I shared with Bret. I stopped in my tracks when I saw him lying on his bed asleep, with Justin’s tattooed arm round him. They were both naked, and then I realised the room smelled of cum. Obviously I didn’t know everything that had gone on, but I reckoned Justin had taken out his frustrations inside my big brother’s arse. My big brother’s recently converted arse. I couldn’t help but smile, wondering if maybe we might have another guy joining us soon for fucking and fun. I decided not to wake them, so walked quietly back to the kitchen and got a couple of glasses of water, one of which I put down gently beside Bret’s bed before I put the other on the floor next to mine. I slowly climbed onto my bed, as naked as the other two men in the room, and lay down to go to sleep. The next morning some fucking crow decided to land on our windowsill and go crazy, so all three of us were woken at the same time and much earlier than we would have liked. I got up to chase the fucking bird away, and then turned to look at Bret and Justin as they started to realise where they were. “Hey” I said, grinning at them. “Er, hi” said Justin, glancing between me and the back of Bret’s head. “Luke, this is, er…” “Relax mate” I said. “Every one of us Ballard brothers is fucking gay.” “What?” he asked. “We’re all gay” I said. “Me, Bret, Kane, Kieron, all gay. Don’t know about Dad.” Bret turned onto his back and was looking up at Justin with a grin. “I’m not…” Justin began. “Mate, relax” Bret said. “Nothing we ain’t done before, and you fucking needed it last night.” Justin looked like a rabbit in headlights, so Bret sat up and slid off the bed. Justin then did the same, and immediately started gathering his clothes and putting them on. He looked a bit panicked, so we just kept out of his way while he got dressed. I pulled on a pair of shorts, and slipped past Justin and out the door. I heard it close behind me, and then I went into the bathroom to have a piss. When I came back out the bedroom door was open again, and then I went round to the kitchen to get coffee. Bret was standing there still completely naked, holding Justin tightly with his friend’s head on his shoulder. I crept back to our room and waited, until I heard the front door open and close. Bret then appeared back in our room and also put some shorts on. “He OK?” I asked. “Yeah, sort of” Bret said. “Reckon he’s gonna be a single man soon though.” “Yeah?” I asked. “He’s so fucking done with her” he replied. “Don’t even think he really likes her anymore.” “But he likes someone” I said, with a smirk. Bret’s eyes darted to mine, and he looked pretty serious. “Even if he does, I’m taken” he said. “You are?” I asked. He walked over to me, put his hands on my head and leaned in. He kissed me really deeply, and then pulled away just a little bit. “Bruv” he said, “I mean it when I say I love you. I don’t fucking care that we’re brothers.” “Oh” I said. “Fuck. I mean… yes.” “Yes?” he said. “Yes” I said. “I’m fucking yours if you’re fucking mine.” “I am” said Bret, smiling at me. “We’ll have fun with others, but I fucking want you little bruv.” We started kissing again, only stopping when we heard a couple of noises from Kane and Kieron’s room. We went back to the kitchen and got the kettle on for coffee, and I started making enough bacon and eggs for everyone to eat. K&K emerged looking wrecked, and after some coffee they gave us the lowdown on what turned out to be a 12-hour gangbang in the woods. Both of them looked really sore as they sat down, and they said they were done for a few days as they needed time to recover. Bret glanced at me, and then told them about Justin but also asked them to not say anything to him about it. They agreed, and were quite interested in whether we thought he might be up for more eventually. The prospect of that was appealing to everyone, with Justin’s heartthrob mixed-race face, incredible gym bod, and sexy full-sleeve tattoos, but we agreed we needed to let him do things in his own time if that was what he wanted. My phone buzzed, and I saw it was a long message from Grant with all the details of the pozzing gangbang for Bret. I read it out to the others. “So” I started, “the story is going to be us three taking our older brother out for a stag do the night before his wedding. We have a few drinks in a bar, and then take him off to a special club for a surprise. He is blindfolded and stripped down to a jock, thinking he’s going to be seen to by some women for the last time before he’s hitched. But instead he gets worked over by a load of guys, with his brothers telling him they always knew he was gay like them and they wanted to set him free. He gets his whole body licked and massaged by the men, before they put him in a sling and take turns rimming him. They then all fuck him, with him saying no at first but then loving it and starting to beg for more. When they have all fucked him, they remove his blindfold and he sees their tattoos, realising what they mean. His brothers then show they have the same tattoos, which they had kept hidden from him. He decides he wants to be part of his family brotherhood, texts his fiancée to call off the wedding, and then asks the men to keep breeding him. All four brothers then get used by the men, in slings, on benches, and whatever else. The older brother’s phone keeps ringing, but he ignores it and begs for more poz cum. It all ends with the four brothers holding each other and welcoming the eldest into their clan.” “Fucking hot” Kieron said. “Shit yeah” said Kane. “Bret?” I asked. “I can’t fucking wait” he said, with a big grin. “Cool” I said, also smiling. “Gonna be fucking amazing.” “Yeah it is” said Kieron. “Anyway” I said, “there’s a bit more. Grant says they’re gonna film the bar scene separately, at a place near his apartment. He wants us to go to his place first on Saturday afternoon, then we’ll go to the bar and do that scene. Then on Monday night we’re going to some club one of his friends owns that will be closed, which they’re gonna use for the sex stuff.” “OK” said Bret, “that work for you?” “Yeah” I said. “I’m not at Nisa, so as long as we’re back for my shift at the Dragon then it’s fine.” I replied back to Grant to say it all sounded fucking amazing, and he agreed to time things on Saturday so I could be back. We all then just got on with our weeks, enjoying spending time together. Bret started looking for work at gyms, security firms or other places he might have some chance, and while out one day he went to see Dad at the rehab place. He was a bit down when he got back, telling us that Dad was just silent and looked broken, and that the staff had told him he was now seeing a psychiatrist more frequently than normal. It looked like he was going to be there for a long time, so while we were happy to not have to deal with his spiralling, we did all realise that this was a bit serious. We agreed to all start going to see him, even if Kane and Kieron were a bit reluctant at first. Bret had also been seeing Justin a bit, though he told me there hadn’t been any more sex or anything. Justin had moved out of the flat and was back with his mum, and was already talking to a lawyer about a divorce from Bianca. Bret said Justin’s head was a bit of a mess, but he was OK and didn’t actually have any regrets about what had happened. When the Saturday rolled around, we all dressed up a bit before we got an Uber to Grant’s place. Bret had never been there and was impressed, whilst the concierge barely even acknowledged us this time. When we got upstairs Grant welcomed us in and then inspected our outfits, seeming pleased with what he had picked out to wear for the short bar scene. “But” he said, “I think we can improve things a bit.” He went over to a cupboard, bringing out some more posh paper bags. I smiled, knowing what was coming, but was surprised when he handed a small one to me, then slightly larger ones to each of my brothers. “What’s this?” I asked. “Open it” Grant said, smiling. I dipped into my bag and pulled out two small boxes, and when I opened them I felt my dick harden. In one was a huge, heavy, plain silver band ring, and I noticed it had a biohazard symbol engraved on its inner surface. The other one had two big thick-gauge silver hoop earrings in it. “Time for you to get those ears opened up again so you can wear them” he said to me, referring to the fact I had pierced my ears when I was 16 and worn cheap fake diamond studs for a couple of years before I ditched them. “Wow” I said. “Thank you.” “My tattoo guy will sort it out for you” he said. Kane and Kieron then got their boxes out, and found each had a ring to match mine. They also each had a larger box, inside which was a bracelet similar to the one he got me. “You two deserve a bit more bling” he said, “and I felt bad about only giving one of those to your brother.“ K&K just beamed at him, as they put on their bracelets. “Now, older brother” said Grant while smiling at Bret, “let’s get you looking the part.” Bret pulled out a succession of boxes, and opened them all up as he put each one on the table. He had wide eyes as he looked at the biggest chain yet that any of us had, and a massive bracelet bigger than my own. There was also a chunky Stirling watch, and a ring to match what the other three of us had received. “What the fu…” he began, before looking up at Grant. “This is too much.” “Not at all young man” he said. “Firstly, these are business expenses to help my stars look like I think they should. Secondly, your video is already earning a fortune, and I know this next one could be our biggest hit yet. Only fair you should share in the rewards.” “We’re still getting paid right?” Kane asked, getting a brief sideways glare from Grant in response. “Kidding, just kidding” he said, grinning. I went over to Bret and lifted up the chain from the box, leaning up to put it around his neck. It was nicely on display with the collar of his black shirt open, and my dick hardened even more the minute I stepped back and looked at him. He then reached down for the bracelet and, after fumbling a bit, got it on. He slid on the watch which fitted perfectly, and then he picked up the ring. Kane, Kieron and I were still holding ours. “Right ring fingers boys” said Grant. We all slid them on, and I was amazed they all seemed to fit perfectly. “There we go” said Grant, making us all stand in a line together. “You’re not only all fucking handsome and sexy, but now you look like stars.” Bret kept touching the chain round his neck as we walked to the bar, and K&K both seemed to be swinging their arms more than usual. I could really feel the weight of the ring on my finger, but was most looking forward to getting my ears re-done and the hoops added. Bret had whispered to me back in the apartment that he was looking forward to that too, licking his lips in a way that told me he was going to be pounding my arse 24/7 once I was pierced again. When we got to the bar we found a whole side of it had been blocked off for us, and while there were a few other people there, we were able to do the filming without any issues. After we’d gone inside, Grant suddenly decided to add a bit outside first, filming us all arriving and having a last smoke before we went inside. We then sat in a booth and tried to talk to each other naturally, while sticking to the plot. It was quite easy actually, with us genuinely having a laugh with each other, and we had a bit of fun by calling Bret’s made-up fiancée Bianca. At the end we filmed our departure from the bar to go to the club, then once that was done we came back inside. Grant was happy with what was captured on film, and so after we all had a round more drinks he got us an Uber and sent us home. I quickly changed clothes and then headed out to the Dragon to work, but the other three all came by later still wearing the same outfits which made me wish I had kept mine on. They stayed until closing, and Brian let us have a short lock-in if they all helped again with clearing up. That night the flat was filled with the sounds of chains jangling. As Kieron told us the next day, his hole was wrecked all night by Kane and he fucking loved it. Bret and I, meanwhile, swapped roles through the night, giving each other four loads by dawn. The next day we were in and out of bed, not fucking so much but instead trying to catch up on sleep. We otherwise just sat around chatting, eating, and realising how much we actually all liked each other after so many years of everyone being an arsehole to everyone else. I did my shift at the pub again in the evening, and they all joined me there for a bit but did not hang around for too long. That night there was more sex, but it was calmer and we managed to sleep. “You ready?” I asked Bret the next afternoon, as he got dressed again in the outfit from Saturday. “Fucking hell yes” he said, grinning at me. “Me too” I said, before slipping a hand in his unbuttoned shirt. “Can’t wait to see this all inked finally.” “Yeah?” he asked. “You want your pozzed up big brother looking like a pozzed up big thug?” “Fuck yeah” I said, smiling at him. “Then I want that thug to fuck me senseless.” “Only if you fuck him senseless too” said Bret, before leaning in to kiss me. “Deal” I said, as our lips parted. We joined K&K in the kitchen, had a couple of shots of vodka each, and then headed down to get the Uber that was about to arrive. This was going to be one epic night…

Thanks for the kind words, even though I am sometimes looking for a harsh flogging. I am been a Breeding Zone Lurking Fan for some time and decided it was time to contribute more than spooge in a tissue. Your comments warm my cockles! 7-14-2025 The ride home I was wobbly and high. I was confused, anxious, and maybe a little paranoid. I thought I was being followed, I took a circuitous rt back home took off my bike shorts and socks which smelled ass residue and cum, sniffed my running shoes as well and put them all in the wash with plenty of detergent and started the quick cycle. I went to the master bath and noticed the bidet. I had always ignored cunty womanly things but decided to try it and rinse some of my shame away. I remembered the taste of my own ass on the trolls cock and told myself next time, I’ll use this before… no WAIT! It was never going to happen, ever again. I went into the shower and turned all the nozzles to HOT. During the shower I remembered the twink talking about Chem Piss and the warm burning just like Burts ‘bump’. I was coming down from whatever had been pissed up my ass so I stopped the shower, pooped out as much cum, piss and threads of red then took another shower. I normally sleep in running shorts or boxers, but feeling the continued wetness of my hole, I used cotton briefs, running shorts and PJ bottoms to help absorb my secrets. I crashed into bed and slept like a dead man. I was awakened by a yelp. Adam was in my door dripping with a towel around his waist exclaiming Dude! Did you have to use ALL the hot water? And stomped off to his room tossing the towel on the hamper as he passed. I lay there and tried to assess where my life had gone wrong and flexed my aching muscles and eventually drifted off to a disturbed bizarre slumber. When I woke, there was an itch in my ass and I felt that need for something addictive. Alcohol was no option and getting friends to buy for me in my condition was risky. What my soul longed for is some strong weed or maybe a little voice said – something stronger? Jim and Brad were out, that left Adam (who was not around) or Burt. I practiced my apology the entire way walking over. As I knocked on the door, it opened and before I could say a word I was snatched inside! I was crying I’m sorry please don’t kill me! The laughter continued. Kill You? You’re an A number 1 cock sleeve and your loyalty in not reporting us showed you to be a trustworthy addict and those are few and hard to find. Plus, we got some free access to Adams Streaming channel and drinks on the house at the leather bar. “So, you’re not mad” I stammered? Well, I was pissed but you took it like a man! Or perhaps a little Girl! To some chuckling agreement around the circle. What’s your pleasure? I hesitantly asked about his term ‘bump’? Burt Exclaimed Damn! Every Gayboy needs a mentor! There is no manual for Douching and Bumping! I agreed and told him about my distasteful lesson on ass cleanouts. I also inquired about Chem Piss? Shure boy, recycling is good for the environment! Lets go to the classroom! I was led downstairs to the basement and was told to strip. I was shivering on the piss damp floor but needed that hot/horny feeling again. There is the flogging Cross, but that is advanced upper-class level for sure. The Dog Cage but you are a little lanky and big for that. The Stocks are also advanced. Lets try my favorite teaching platform the sling! Normally there would be a safe word but that is for Freshmen and you are obviously at least a Sophomore Collegiate Jock. Help him in the sling boys. For Meth, Tina, Crystal, etc. less is more. Too Much and you cannot subtract (get me)? Basic portions are called favors. You can snort (but not today), There is the Slam which is an injection, we’ll see how you do with the pipe and the bump. Hmm, You have already smoked Tina Based Weed (That is what started this Rodeo), there is the Booty Bump which you were present at but in no condition to appreciate, then there is the Pipe which I think you will like. I know you used a bong for some of my weed in the past, the pipe is like that but without the water. Too much can result in a Tombstone, Too Little Nothing Much. Middle mark your Horney as Hell, a little bit over that, you get Tina Dick which is your tool trying to hide from others. Lets try for the Goldilocks Just right measure shall we? Let’s start with the pipe, then progress to the Booty Bump. What followed was a repeat of my Biker Gang Bang but I was an semi-educated slut this time (or so I thought). The differences were instead of sobbing and take it out, my new programmed slut responses where more, deeper, harder, faster. When things became coherent again and I had spiraled down to Earth, Burt said That Was FUN! Lets do it again sometime. I saw you are now POZ, I can get you branded or tatted if you want. I have enough college boys that will pay for POZ and I’ll whore you out for favors and cash. Think about it and don’t be a stranger. You can make some extra cash to help with your scholarship! I woke to a sunny but windy day, to an unhappy psyche and aching muscles. On top of all of that my asshole was itching. Did my business on the toilet, then the bidet, but my ass was still itching. I pressed a dollop of Vaseline up my hole. Mom was still home and sternly asked ‘what did I tell you about your nasty clothes’ I froze and opened my mouth but she said ‘this is the last time I’m going to tell you to not use a spin setting when you wash your tennis shoes and bustled out to her car and work. I had planned to go running until I fixed my bicycle and had forgotten about my shoes. However, they had been opened up and were on the round box fan blowing vertically. I felt ashamed that my Mom was casually looking out for me when I could I could not plan or organize squat. I laced up my nearly dry shoes and went on a run definitely steering clear of the park toilets on the other side of the hills after a good stretch of all the muscles, especially calves, thighs, hips and back. I ran towards the college Football Fields and Track Grounds. From baseball, and basketball, I was not into distance running, but combined sprints with light jogging for over a mile to the Track Fields. I jogged past to the woods beyond where meandering paths had plenty of shade along with benches and picnic tables. The woods were empty this morning except for two guys, one of whom flashed his cock at me. As a jock, I had plenty of experience ignoring cock and ass when I was just one of the team, but my new parasite of sin made me double take and trip causing a total wipeout. Had this been on pavement I would have left a skidmark of skin and blood. In this regard I was lucky since I only received scrapes and a mouthful of dirt. They stopped their teasing games and ran to me - after a quick check helped me to a picnic table. As I came to my senses, the curly haired one was apologizing. Sorry Dude, we were just kidding but then he noticed I was ignoring his words and staring at his crotch. Curly said to his buddy “He might be a little dazed but likely not suffering from attention deficit disorder. I was just now tuning into their conversation. Curly’s friend replied you Pre-Med fags are all the same – diagnosing a young lad you think with your cock while he laughed harder. Curly started to retort but stopped. He flipped down his shorts and said you like what you see? When I licked my lips Curly said see Ted, just a lad that knows what he likes, then to me well, let my lil buddy know how much you admire him and my mouth descended and sheathed his uncut cock. Ted said wow! Shouldn’t we check for a concussion? Curly scolded him stop Ted, you know it’s hard to look into someone’s eyes when they are sucking your cock but – hey kid look up at me with both eyes! I did the long doe eyed look at him, both pupils a little blown, rules out a concussion. He does not look like a Meth Whore but he sure sucks like one. Ted said maybe further testing is required. He went behind me and pulled my shorts down. When he fingered my hole he found the Vaseline dollop. Ted said I do not know about the meth factor but he certainly passes the whore test. I moaned and leaned back off of Curly’s dick which dropped out of my mouth as I moaned. Ted rolled back and I was fully hilted on his cock. Curly went to our legs, pulled my shorts off of one leg-spread me and in a confusing maneuver started DPing my ass. To my astonishment, my body did not put up much of a ruckus except that my cock felt ready to burst.as the rolling rubed past my love button, a shrieked, my ass contracted and I brought them to a happy ending as I was spraying the table with my seed. Just then a crackle of branches and campus security rolled up in a golf cart. An insane flash of the old joke that the person on the bottom always gets caught interrupted my train of thought but in this situation I was on top! I levitated off of their poes with a plop and was off through the brush like a startled deer. With my shorts hooked on one shoe. By the time I made it home, my torn shorts were mostly hiding my sins but my full bore dash through the scrub made me look like I had lost a fight with an alley cat. I knocked on Adams door (remembering he last time) but he was not in. I downed a bottle of water and got cleaned up and dressed, wrote Adam a note and collapsed in the den’s easy chair. /// I woke to Adam shaking my shoulder with a concerned look. What’s the matter? Wearily I brought him up to date. Lets go to my room. Once inside he closed and locked the door, ‘Cameras are off – I promise’. He went to his computer and started some searched. Yes, confirmed, my seroconversion was a matter of days but there are cases where it can last weeks. Maybe a reaction to your meds? My face fell. What, you have not been taking your meds? Bro, some people decide to drop meds, but control and countermeasures to the initial replication of the Virus is why it was so rampart when unchecked in the Patient Zero Days. At first, there were no tools to stop it, then the tools were marginally successful but also toxic. But Bro, you need to stop the avalanche before you can dig out. Got your scripts? Lets go get your meds right fucking now! The next afternoon, I was legs up in Dr. Fardshisheh’s gynecological table (I had finally learned to pronounce his name). and he was finishing his checkup. Adam was setting in the ‘parent/chaperone’ chair. The Doc told me he was disappointed in me, he had asked for and expected me to follow his advice – perhaps he needed to report me to the County Health Department for being insincere or unserious about your health and the health of others. Since you are adverse to counselling or reporting. I understand why you will not be doing a sexual assault outcry since I subscribe to your Brothers Page and saw your production. Don’t you remember I said I was a fan? We are going to try some non-standard practice and treatments. It appears your seroconversion and or some possible neurological issues may be causing hyper sexualization. It would explain a lot. There is unfortunately no blood or simple behavioral test that would adequately explore your triggers within a useful timeframe. We have noticed a few things in further exams.. Your adventure in the woods have added to your fissure count. Nurse Beckett is going to administer the medication to make sure the application instructions are followed to the letter. He is going to rubber up since he does not want to catch any of the other bugs you have managed to pick up in the last few days. If we time it right, you will not get the ‘pissing glass shards’ feeling from the Gonorrhea. I now serve notice that there are more extreme things that can be done to mitigate your hyper sexualization. Locking butt plugs that lock to a cock and ball ring for one. These can be fun, but become intolerable after a time. For now, Nurse Buckner will administer the first treatments. He loves baseball and loves to use his bat on jock balls. Your meds are intravenous. I know you are a little stressed and forgetful. This way, we know you have taken your meds. Nurse? RN Bruckner stepped up on the step of the gynecological table and lowered his scrubs. His hands were gloved up and he rolled silicone rubber on his 8“ uncut cock. He took some anal gel and loaded a fat syringe. He used a little lube on a finger to get the tip in and sent the plunger home. He then inserted his cock and pushed it in to the hilt to my groans and whimpers. He pumped his cock in and out a few times, then withdrew his cock and reshot another dose of medication deep into my colon followed by his cock plunger. Adam told me he advised you to douche before coming, and your normal bowel functions will deliver the medications to your fissures just like a hemorrhoid package would. As Nuse Buckner continued his part, Adam manipulated my balls and the Doc stroked me to a milking explosion. This was repeated until I was crying in agony and only a little ooze could be produced by further milking. … To Be Continued…. (note) I nay have scrambled a paragraph sequence. 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Part 1 “Fuck!” I kicked my car in anger… and instantly regretted it. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hopped around on one foot until the pain in my toes subsided. This was not how my day was supposed to go. At twenty one years old, I was finally moving out of my parent’s home. I had been ready to move a couple years ago when I graduated from high school but my Dad had talked me into going to the local junior college while working for a few years to save money. I had watched as all my friends moved on. The smart ones were accepted into prestigious schools. I had done okay in school, but wasn’t a geek or anything. My jock friends who were good enough got athletic scholarships, and while I was on the high school soccer team, I always knew I wasn’t good enough to have a future in it. The rich kids didn’t have to worry about the cost, of course, but my Dad was just a middle manager who constantly worried about being downsized. Even my high school girlfriend went off to college. In fact, she dumped me the night before she left. I heard through the grapevine that she dropped out last year after she got knocked up by some college senior. Naturally I had a good laugh about that one. Finally, though, I’ve served my time at the junior college. A couple months ago I got my Associates degree and was accepted at in San Diego. I had worked my ass off in junior college to make sure I got a shot at something better. I would never tell him, but my Dad was right about going to a junior college first. So, this morning I gave Dad a firm handshake and my crying Mom a big hug and hit the road for the drive to San Diego - over 750 miles. My Dad told me to take the I5 but I wanted to drive down the coast. I was somewhere south of Carmel when the engine temperature warning light came on. I decided to keep driving to the next town. A few miles later and I saw smoke or steam from under the hood. I pulled to the side of the road right as the engine died. Now I was stuck in the middle of god awful nowhere. Hundreds of miles from home, hundreds of miles from San Diego, and who knows how many miles from civilisation. I pulled out my phone. I should call Dad. He would come help, but I didn’t dial. No. I was hundreds of miles from home. I didn’t want him to drive down. And I didn’t want the 'I told you' lecture for not sticking to the i5. My cell signal wasn’t great but I was able to get online on my phone and find the name of the nearest town. A few more minutes of fighting the slow internet and I found the name of a garage there. Thank god! How could anyone live with such crappy cell service? I called the garage and told them my car had broken down, and also described my location as best I could. The asshole on the phone gave me some attitude about not knowing the exact location. Like I was supposed to know my way around his shit hole corner of California? However, I kept my cool. After I gave him my info, I got back in the car and waited. And waited. 
And waited. After about an hour I was starting to lose my patience. The sun was setting and it was just starting to get dark. I did not want to sit out here in the dark. Every horror movie I’ve ever seen was coming back to haunt me. I was about to pick up my phone and call back when I saw headlights coming my way. Sure enough, it was a tow truck. The mechanic pulled up behind me and I got out to meet him. I was ready to rip into him but held back when I saw him. The guy was tall, about 6’3”, but there was something strange about him. He was very lean, kind of haggard really, and there was something dark and scary about him. Not just dark like his hair - it was more of a 'aura', I guess. I decided that making a fuss about being kept waiting might not be smart. I just gave him a smile and thanked him. He didn’t really respond, just kind of nodded. Not really even nodded. Just inclined his head in my general direction. He walked to the front of my car and make a gesture which I assumed was an indication to open the hood. He spent a few minutes looking over the engine. I hovered nearby trying to pretend I knew what he was was looking at. My Dad had always warned me to be careful with mechanics. As he put it, 'they will try to sell you $500 of repairs to fix a $25 problem'. This guy, however, seemed to know his stuff. He tested various connections, had me try to start the engine then he tested and probed some more. There was something about him that was - interesting - I guess is the best word. Like I said, he was gaunt and there was something worn out about him…but not like he was ugly or anything. It gave him an element of mystery and danger that I can’t quite explain. He had black hair that hung over his forehead and blue eyes. He was older than me but not old really, maybe in his 30’s. I just found myself watching him and trying not to let him see. Finally he shut the hood looked at me shaking his head. “Could be worse.” He had a deep voice that seemed strange coming from such a thin and worn body. He rambled some explanation that I didn’t really follow… car engines aren’t really my thing, you know? “How much to fix it?” “About $650 between parts and labor.” I had been saving up money while living at home but that didn’t mean I had money to burn. Still nothing could be done about it now. “How long will it take to fix?” He shrugged. “Can get you up and running tomorrow.” “Shit! I mean, I’m on my way to San Diego for college. I'm not from around here.” He looked at me but didn’t reply. “I wasn’t planning on stopping. I wanted to drive straight through.” “Well, you aren’t going anywhere in this until tomorrow.” He looked at me, his blue eyes piercing as he seemed to measure me up, and I guess took pity on me. “Tell you what. There’s a little motel in town… it’s not much but you should be able to get a room there for tonight. A friend of mine runs the place. Get in the truck and I’ll drop you off.” I thanked him and, once he had the car attached to his tow truck, I climbed in the passenger seat. It was a long trip and he didn’t seem in any hurry. We rode in silence for a few minutes. My eyes kept wandering to him. He was handsome, in a way, I guess. I tried to figure out what about him was so strange and… well… captivating. I’m not gay, you know, so it was just curiosity. I’m sure he caught me glancing at him a few times… he seemed amused. He had a tattoo on his arm that looked kind of familiar. To make conversation, I asked him what it was. “Biohazard.” He replied. “Oh yeah? That seems like a strange choice.” He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes again. I felt a little tingle in my stomach life butterflies. What the hell? I cursed myself…. what am I, some sort of 12 year old girl? “Do you know what it means?” he asked. I shook my head. “It means I’m HIV positive.” It was such an odd thing to tell a stranger, and he said it so nonchalantly, that it took me a second to understand what he had said. “Oh. Man. I’m so sorry.” I blurted. “Why?” He had a strange sort of half smile. I squirmed. “That you are sick.” “Nothing to be sorry about. I've been positive a long time. But don’t worry. I won’t bite.” I didn’t know what to say so just sat there, looking out the window, trying not to steal glances at him. I’m sure I heard him chuckle but he didn’t push the conversation. It was very dark by the time we reached the motel. “Tell Ken that Wes sent you and that I said not to run up the rate on you,” he said as I climbed down from the truck. He looked at me and I felt him measuring me up again somehow. Damn… I swear my stomach fluttered again. Partly in fear of him, partly for… something else. “You look like you need a drink. Just to calm your nerves. Ken has a little bar in the motel. You should drop in there once you are settled in.” I gave him my friendliest smile and thanked him again. Then he drove the truck, pulling my poor little car, into the night. The motel was something from the 40’s or 50’s and looked like the motor lodge that time forgot. Couldn’t be much business that came along this route and it showed. Even in the dark I could see the paint was peeling and chipping away in places. A broken window had been covered over with plywood. Yep, I decided, I had somehow gotten stranded in a horror movie. There was even an old neon sign with most of the letters burnt out. I was somewhat surprised when I walked into the reception area that it didn’t look so bad inside. Tacky and dated? Yes. But clean. Not run down like the outside. It was brightly lit with florescent lights and that would probably make you go blind if you sat there too long. A chime sounded as i opened the door. The guy behind the counter was a bit heavyset… no fat, just with a little bit of a belly… and he gave me a big smile as I came in. He must have been ecstatic to have a customer. I quickly learned that this was Ken. He was as friendly as Wes (the mechanic) had been quiet and intimidating. He chatted amiably while he checked me in. He and Wes had gone to school together and they were still good friends. I half listened, somewhat relieved to be around someone who seemed so… normal, I guess. His blond hair was cut short and neatly combed. He reminded me a bit of one of my professors at the junior college. A few minutes later, I was sitting in my motel room. Like the lobby, the room was clean but dated. The bed was a bit lumpy but not completely uncomfortable. Not someplace I would have chosen to stay. but I was glad to have it in the circumstances. I sent a text to my parents telling them I had 'decided' to stop for the night so I didn’t get too tired while driving. I didn’t mention the car troubles. My mom would just worry and my Dad would insist on driving down to help. I tried the TV…. they had a total of 7 or 8 channels but, not surprisingly, there was nothing worth watching. As I wasn’t ready to sleep yet, and found images of Wes kept popping into my head, I made my way down to the bar - just to have something to do. Being 21 has it’s advantages.

I’m 47, soon to be 48. My coming out was in the late 1990s. (or as my nephew recently put it, “during the last century!”) I remember a few guys presenting a rosebud during fisting parties. And I remember panicking when I saw a guy with a pronounced but relatively small prolapse. But my God, you look around on Twitter and I see hundreds of prolapses every day.

Part 9 Hunter (2013) “And how do you expect us to get to Senator Gregory White?” Matt had just told me about the man he wanted us to wishbone. Sure, I’d heard of Senator Gregory White, a Republican politician who spoke out against the gay community. He was an attractive man in his forties, the type of man I’d go after if I saw him in a bar, but it would be unlikely to find this man in a gay bar unless he was picketing outside. That’s why I found myself stunned when Matt made him our target. “It may or may not surprise you,” Matt said, “that the senator isn’t as pristine or honest as he presents himself to be.” “Yes, I’d be shocked to find out a politician isn’t what he says he is,” I said. “What exactly do you know about Senator White that’ll have me inside him and him inside you?” “I know that he’s a closeted gay man,” Matt said. “A lot are,” I told him. “I just fucked one in Kansas. Something tells me that he was an easier fuck than any senator could be.” “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Matt said. “I have a friend who works for an agency that supplies, let’s say, the right fucks for the right price.” “And is this friend someone you claimed?” Matt smiled. “It has its added perks beyond the obvious. Now I have someone who can get me valuable information. It seems Senator White likes to have both men and women come to his apartment in secret, though, as of late, there has been an uptake for what he calls a ‘third listing’ fuck.” “What’s that?” “It’s our specialty,” Matt said. “You see, he likes dominating men, just like he does with women, fucking the shit out of them until they can’t walk the next day.” “I’m sure you’re excited for that experience.” “But he also likes getting fucked. It’s a punish-and-be-punished situation. He fucks me while you fuck him.” “Our wishboning made easy,” I said. “But, if you haven’t noticed, we don’t work for this company, and we don’t know when he’ll be needing us.” “He’s created a bit of a pattern,” Matt said. “Whenever he’s up for election or has been struggling against falling numbers, he gets what he calls “aches” inside him. These aches are his inner gay slut coming out, needing to fuck and get fucked. From what I know, we’re reaching that time.” “So, it’s all chance?” I asked. “I’m not sticking around for months just to compete against you for a senator.” “It’s not exactly chance,” Matt said. “His assistant is another dick I claimed. His wife fucked White behind his back, and I managed to get to the assistant’s cock before anyone else could. He’s been setting the senator up with interviews and situations that will definitely bring about his aching. In a few days, he’s set for another interview, and his numbers, as I’ve seen, are shit. It’s perfect. I’ve set it up so that whenever he calls for his “third listing,” we’ll be ready to step in and start wishboning his ass.” I smiled, admiring the pride radiating off Matt. As he explained his plan, his dick grew hard, leaking pre-cum. “I’ve always seen myself as a devious fucker,” I told him, “but I’ve got to admit that this plan is significantly more layered than anything I’ve ever done.” “And we aren’t just doing it for ourselves,” Matt said. “If we can get to Senator White, we can expose him for who he really is and remove his toxicity through our own toxicity. He’ll no longer be able to corrupt once we’ve corrupted him.” “That,” I added, “or he’ll manage to fuck all the other men in his party, giving us a sizeable legion of men to our cause.” “It’s a win-win,” Matt said. “Now, all we have to do is sit back and wait.” I stepped forward, grabbed Matt’s dick and squeezed. “Until then. Let’s get reacquainted.” __ Three Days Later I opened the briefcase, revealing a ball gag, a flog, three harnesses, a collar, and a leash. Senator White looked up at Matt and I and smiled. Welcome to the “third listing,” I thought. Matt and I had been briefed on what Senator White liked and didn’t like by Matt’s man within Pidyn Corp. We knew what he expected, but we also knew when we’d turn the tables and make the night our own. For the time being, we’d have our fun, but once the moment came, we were prepared to make our move and compete for the senator’s time. “It’s time, sir,” I said, taking the gag out of the briefcase. “Open.” “About damn time,” Senator White said, stepping forward and opening his mouth. I slipped the ball inside his mouth, Matt stepping behind him and strapping it tightly in place. I ran my hands along the straps that ran over his cheeks, feeling his beard beneath. He was a handsome man. I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t change and simply accept the type of man he was. Normally, my fucking was done with a selfish intent, but now, I’d be using my dick to punish a man who punished the very men he fucked over. Karma, I suppose. “I believe it’s time to relocate, sir,” Matt said, leaning down and whispering in the man’s ear. He licked his ear and then playfully bit, causing Senator White to shudder. “Will you come willingly, or should we attach the leash now?” Senator White shook his head, his eyes showing the hunger he had for us. He brought us back to his bedroom where I spread the briefcase’s contents out on the bed. As I did so, I admired the room’s contents. It was a nice room, proving he had money. I knew this apartment to be only one of his residences; if I managed to claim him, I’d definitely look into making this one of my stops whenever traveling across the country. After all, I didn’t just fuck men for their time; it was also good to have men who served me. “Time to strip down,” I said, taking the flog in hand. “We need to get sir looking his best.” Matt grabbed the man’s suitcoat and pulled it off his body with force, catching the senator off guard. I watched intently, moving my fingers through the flog’s lashes. Senator White’s eyes were wide, but he wasn’t afraid. I saw in him a desire to be controlled, to be pushed beyond the limits he previously knew. “And this tie,” I said, stepping forward and moving my hand up his chest, pulling the tie into my grasp. “I think we’ll find use for this.” I slipped it off his neck, noticing the man’s Adam’s apple quiver. “Nervous?” The senator shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly. He was definitely going to be one of ours by the end of the night. There was no chance for escape. Matt grabbed his shirt and tore it off, buttons flying across the room, shocking the senator and creating a sudden fear in his eyes. I reached out and grabbed his face, holding his gaze steady. My eyes focused on his, commanding him to pay attention. “However you’ve been treated before, sir, will pale in comparison to what we will do with you tonight. You are a rich, powerful man. For tonight, we will take control. Do you understand, sir?” Senator White’s eyes remained wide as he studied my face, starting full of fear, then anger, then lust. His chest was heaving with the excitement of the moment. “That’s good, sir,” I said, releasing his face. Matt pulled off his undershirt, revealing a strong, hairy chest on which there were already small tattoos present. One appeared to be the letters of whatever fraternity house he had been a member of in college. Another was of handwriting, spelling the name “Tess.” “Who was Tess?” I asked, tossing the flog onto the bed and grabbing one of the harnesses. It was a bulldog harness, leaving two chain harnesses for Matt and me. “An ex-girlfriend? Your first time?” Matt managed to secure the harness over the senator’s chest while I crouched down and faced the man’s bulging crotch. I ran my hand along it, feeling his size. He was impressive. I undid his belt and dropped it on the floor before unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling the zipper down, my eyes set on the senator’s eyes which looked down at me with a strong desire. “Are you aching?” I asked, grabbing his belt loops and pulling his pants down. “Do you want me to suck you off?” Senator White nodded his head, almost pleading for me to ease his ache. I left his pants around his ankles and cupped his bulge, feeling his balls which moved under my touch. “I would, but I’m a traditional top. The only cock being sucked is my own.” I stood up and faced him. I ran my hand across his face, tapping a finger on the ball within his mouth. “I don’t think you’ll manage to suck any dick with that in your mouth, but that’s alright. We aren’t here for you to suck cock, are we?” Senator White shook his head, his hands reaching forward and grabbing his crotch. “I think we’re ready,” Matt said. “Good.” I stepped back from the senator and looked him over. A large wet spot was spreading across his underwear, proving him to be desperate for our touch. “Kneel on the ground.” As the senator kneeled down, Matt and I removed our suitcoats and our shirts, making sure to display our strong, dominant bodies to the man who was on the ground looking like a dog waiting for a treat. With that in mind, I grabbed the collar off the bed and pulled it around his neck, making it slightly too tight, causing the skin beneath to go red. I watched as his Adam’s apple hit against the collar, causing slight discomfort. I smiled. “Looks like we’ve got a good dog on our hands,” Matt said, revealing his naked body. Since his tattoo was on his back, it was easier for him to hide his toxicity, but he managed to keep his back out of sight. “I think he needs to go for a little walk before we start.” As Matt attached the leash, I stripped the remainder of my clothes, pulling on an added piece of attire not supplied by Pidyn. Matt had given me a leather band to wear around my arm, hiding enough of my tattoo to keep the senator ignorant. Pidyn tested their workers for diseases, meaning their clients could trust on a clean fuck, but since we’d wormed our way into the session, we knew Senator White wouldn’t suspect anything as long as we were careful. I pulled the band on while the senator was distracted, Matt walking him around the room like a dog. “I don’t want to see you behind me,” Matt said, pushing the man forward as he crawled across the floor. He looked at me and winked. “Are we ready?” “We are,” I said, my leather band secured along with my chain harness. Senator White turned as he crawled along the floor, seeing my full naked form for the first time. His eyes grew wide as he saw my hardening cock which was starting to drip precum. While I would normally have his nose buried in my pubic hair, breathing me in and tasting my pre, it would create an advantage over Matt. We agreed to play fair, though I knew my thick, monster of a cock was already giving me an edge over Matt as this pathetic man was already desiring me and what I’d give him. “Crawl to me,” I said, pointing down on the ground with one hand while my other grabbed the flog. The senator moved forward, eyes following me as I walked around him, letting the lashes run over his naked back. “Has someone been bad?” Senator White nodded, moaning through the gag. Matt smiled at me, tightening his grip on the leash, pulling the man’s head and neck back, arching his back. As he did so, I brought the flog down, whipping the senator’s back. “GAH!” the senator cried, shaking slightly from the sting. For a moment, I was worried that my enthusiasm had gotten the better of me, but I saw the man look back at us and nod his head, urging us to continue. “Do you want more?” Senator White nodded. I brought it down again, causing his back to grow red with each lashing. I wouldn’t draw blood, but I would make sure he’d feel the impact for days after. Then again, he’d be feeling the impact of that night regardless. Matt and I took turns torturing the man who spoke out against us on the news but then submitted to us in the bedroom. I found my cock aching from how hard I was watching this man suffer, but I also knew that he was getting pleasure out of our punishment. We needed to make this man pay, and that time was fast approaching. “Have you had enough?” I asked, watching Matt bring the flog down again, the leash held tight in his other hand. I stepped down on the senator’s hands, my balls pressed against the man’s forehead. The man moaned something we couldn’t understand, but Matt and I knew our time had finally come. Let the games begin.

Part 5 I broke the kiss and grabbed his shirt, undoing the buttons. Overcome by his lust, he stood up and started to undo his pants, kicking his shoes off. It took little time for his clothing to join my pants on the floor, his naked body exposed to me. I felt a shift in my mind, a presence that filled me with a surge of orgasmic power. Somehow, I knew Hunter was with me, seeing Mr. Fey through my eyes, examining the prey I had caught. My cock ached as it tried to spring free, blood pumping out of anticipation, and I knew Hunter was pleased. Mr. Fey took care of himself. He was muscular, clearly working out when he could, but I could tell his regime was far from what it had been when he had played football in college. With the muscle there was also a thin layer of fat, creating a strong body. A thin layer of hair covered his chest, though it was far less than my own. His married cock was fully hard, wishing to be impressive, but it looked pathetic compared to my own and the cock which had blessed me. “Impressive,” I lied, kneeling down and gripping his balls. I moved them in my palm, knowing what was about to happen to them. “Does your wife blow you?” “No,” he moaned, looking down at me with anticipation. “Not anymore.” “Too bad,” I said. “Could she ever do this?” I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock down in one go. “Oh, fuck,” he cried, grabbing my shoulder to balance himself, my tongue running along the underside. Twice that night I had been forced to taste the cock of this inferior man, but I knew it would all be worth it once he was claimed. I pulled myself off him, leaving his cock slicked up with my spit. I pulled off my jockstrap, allowing my own cock to break free. Mr. Fey looked down, his eyes wide as he took me in. “Fuck,” he said, falling to his knees, his eyes still glued to my cock. “You’re huge.” “Guess I’m just lucky,” I said. I grabbed the base and squeezed, a drop of my poz pre-cum leaking out and hanging from the head. “Wanna taste?” “Uhm,” he said, our eyes meeting again, the lust for me still present, though still mixed with his fear. “I’ve never… I’ve never sucked a cock before.” “Don’t worry,” I told him, my hand moving to his face again, at first caressing his cheek before moving to the back of his head to guide him closer. “Just try it once. Just try to even take the tip.” That’s all it’ll take. He opened his mouth, his tongue moving out, reaching for the drop of toxic pre-cum that would start his journey into depravity. I felt a warmth envelop my cockhead as Mr. Fey suckled at the tip, tasting the very pre-cum he would soon be producing in his balls. As if a switch went off in his head, he moved forward, taking more of my cock into his mouth. “Do you like that?” I asked, knowing perfectly well that the taste of the pre-cum was ensnaring him, acting like a drug, making him an addict instantly. Though he’d never sucked a cock before, his brain was rewiring itself, his ability to suck a cock of any size now second nature. Scratch that, first nature. I looked down at Mr. Fey who worked my cock, his mouth skilled in extracting more of Hunter’s pre-gift. His eyes looked up at me, and I could see the fear diminishing, dying away as we started to take over his body. “Since I already got you off,” I told him, relishing the pleasure he was bringing me, “it seems only fair that it’s my turn. Don’t you think?” My cock slipped from his mouth as he said, “Yes. Whatever you want.” His mouth reached for my cock again, but I stopped him, tilting his chin up. “I blew you,” I told him, my bare foot tapping the head of the cock I had sucked off not even an hour ago. “But I think it would be better if I was to fuck you instead.” “Fu… fuck me?” Mr. Fey managed, some of the fear returning to his eyes. “I… I haven’t been—” “You haven’t been fucked,” I finished, already knowing this about the closeted man. “But you want to get fucked, don’t you?” He nodded. “Then why not now?” I asked. “Why not get fucked the very same night you sucked your first cock?” I watched as he thought this over, his mind working out what to do. “You’ve already come so far,” I said. “Why not go just a bit farther?” The potency of the pre-cum was already working its way through his body, breaking down his defenses. What this man would normally have refused to do in the past, like be fucked by a student and cheat on his wife, would become a desire he couldn’t refuse. “You don’t have to worry,” I told him, turning on the compassion, helping him believe that I was someone who truly cared. “I won’t ever tell your wife or anyone. It’ll be our little secret. No strings attached. I’ll be gentle, and if you don’t like it, we can stop. You can even fuck me instead. What do you say?” He stared up at me, the fear in his eyes growing stronger for a moment before fading to the background again, replaced now by the same lust which had brought him here, closer to breaking free. “Alright,” he said. “Fuck me.” “With pleasure.” I pulled him to his feet, kissed him again, charging his lust for me, for what he knew was dangerous and wrong, and pushed him back onto the bed, noticing my reflection in the mirror hanging over the bed. I smiled, seeing myself for the first time for what I was: a predator. I pulled off my shirt, revealing my strong, hairy chest, knowing that my tattoo was out of sight, keeping Mr. Fey unaware. I started to flex, showing him my muscles, proving he wasn’t the only strong man in the room. “Fuck me,” he said, his hands reaching out to my chest, his fingers running through the hair and feeling strength beneath. His fingers found my nipples and squeezed them, extracting a moan from me. “You like what you see?” I asked. “Yes,” he said, a genuine smile filling his face. “I’m not the same kid you used to teach, am I?” I said, climbing onto the bed and grabbing his legs, running my hands along his warm skin, pulling them up and over my shoulders. “Most definitely not,” he said, smiling. “You’re a fucking gorgeous man.” “So are you,” I lied again. Lifting his legs up, I grasped his ass and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing the hole about to be claimed. I lunged forward and started to eat his hole, opening him up to what would surely bring about considerable pain and pleasure. “What are… what are you…” Mr. Fey tried to speak, but his breath was heavy, pleasure filling his body as my tongue entered him, tasting his virgin hole. “I’ve got to get you ready for me,” I told him, spitting into my hand and rubbing it over this hole. I slid one of my fingers into my mouth, wetting it, and slowly inserted it into his ass. “Fuck,” he choked, grabbing his legs and pulling them back, welcoming me into his body. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I lied, massaging his hole, opening him up to what would transform his body into a servant to my Master. “I’ve got to get you opened up for my cock.” Mr. Fey looked down through his legs, spotting my hard cock. His eyes grew wide, as if he hadn’t just had the same cock inside his mouth, dumping toxic pre-cum into his body, already starting to rewire his brain. “Will it fit?” “Only if I open you up first. That’s why I’m getting your hole ready,” I said, a second and a third finger already inside his body. The pre-cum was doing its work, changing his body to accept his fate. His mind didn’t know, but his body was already accepting its new allegiance, knowing Mr. Fey was no longer in command. I played with his hole as I played with his mind, bringing the trapped perverted monster inside him closer to the surface. “Please,” he moaned, his hole squeezing my four fingers, “just fuck me. Fuck my virgin hole.” “You’ve got it,” I said.

Part Five: The Weight Was Worth It ************************************************ My eyes continued to bring this new arrival into focus and I examined what was obviously about to become a twisted new player in this turn of events. He stood there, wasted just as much as my gifter, thin and boney, clearly older, marked with the same display of blotchy lesions and a thick cut cock pointing straight out in front of him. A large barbell piercing lodged in his cut head, his cock obviously thicker than my gifter's, but without the oversized head. In fact, his head was more or less a small triangle that quickly reached it's maximum width as it blended into the shaft. His erect weapon appeared to be ever so slightly shorter in length, but this time there would be no respite for my ass ring once he was inside me as his shaft maintained its thickness the entire way to his crotch. The piercing clearly had some heft as, despite being fully erect, his cock seemed "head heavy", quite a feat considering the head was just a minor part of him. The barbell was parallel to his cock, with the front ball angled downward from his piss slit, and the rear ball clearly visible on the underside of where his head met shaft. He began to move forward toward the bed. "He's quite the noise maker. Good thing no one lives nearby. Mmmm, quite a looker too. What's your name boy?" My name? It was then I realized that not since the first blink of my phones notification light had I or the man still lodged in me ever exchanged names; my ass wasn't just full of his cum, it was full of anonymous AIDS. And now it was time to put names to faces. My raspy voice from my now very dry throat forced out a reply. "Cameron." "That's a great name. I'm Tom. You've clearly already met Gary." Clearly. "Sounds like you two have been having quite the night. It was the hottest thing I've seen, watching the two of you fuck standing up downstairs." He had been watching us? What the fuck? I had neither seen nor heard hint of a voyeur in the room, but he definitely knew what we had been up to. On cue, Gary--I now had a name for the man who possessed ever inch of my torn, battered, bleeding, and coated rectum--joined in the conversation. "That's right boy, Tom and I enjoy watching each other. It's why we always keep the room dark, so no one notices the other one of us off to the side. And then, if and when we've moved ourselves upstairs, two becomes three, assuming our guest hasn't already called it quits." "And with Gary's wrecking piece, you can understand how often I never get the opportunity to join in. Rarely can an ass survive his first assault, much less take him back inside for a second." Listening to Gary and then Tom was twisting my mind; they were a team, working to tag men. And if Tom's lesions were any indication, he probably carried as potent a virus as his teammate. Again, Gary's mind seemed to read mine. "And for those who make it past me and can still accept Tom in, his piercing brings with it the guarantee that your insides will be torn sufficiently to allow our lethal loads entry into your inner being. Are you ready to take this final step?" I felt his definitely soft but still sizeable head begin tugging against my outer ring as he started pulling back, clearly ready to exit my ass and make way for the metalic intruder that was now pointing over the edge of the bed, right toward my face. The pressure built, not painfully so as it had before, and then I felt a pop as my ass right suddenly opened to expel the hooded demon that had wrecked it just moments ago. He half-slid, half-rolled himself off the end of the bed, as Tom crawled forward to take his place, his cock clearly ready to destroy whatever resistance my ass muscles could still muster. I took a moment to examine him. Yes, he was definitely older, perhaps late 50s to early 60s, short white hair, a white beard, and a dusting of white chest hair on a body covered by dark, leathery skin. He had that look of being overtanned a few too many times, and stretch marks told me that once upon a time he was quite muscular, until that muscle mass had wasted away, leaving stretched and wrinkled skin and lesions behind. His thighs still had a little muscle mass, though they now served more to accent the bulging vascular features, his veins clearly popping. His penis though, as had Gary's, seemed untouched by his wasting; it was thick, solid, and definitely engorged, no doubt at the site of what had to be my gaping, wrecked ass. He moved forward slightly, his head aimed toward my hole which was still elevated by the pillow beneath me. I felt the cold metal of the front ball of his piercing arrive first as it lodged itself inside the opening presented to it. There was no resistance as it popped inside, bringing his head forward to make skin-on-skin contact. I felt my ass open just slightly as the tip of his head moved inside just far enough to bring the second ball to rest on the skin surrounding my ring. I knew he wanted me to feel his augment, his enhancement, before it moved inside. "Have you ever had a pierced cock inside you boy?" It was Gary speaking; Tom's eyes were rolling back into his head, the warmth of my hole clearly already setting his mind to task. "No." "You are in for quite a treat. The back ball is right where his cock reaches full thickness to force it into the soft walls of your ass. It will scratch and abrade you, opening paths to your inner sanctum for our cum to continue converting you." "Oh fuuuuck." It was all I could manage to say as my head fell back against the bed again. The pressure against my ass again built, but this was already a bit painful. Where Gary had lubricated me with his tongue and precum before his entrance, I was now dry outside and Tom clearly did not leak those ass-preparing juices in sufficient quantities, if at all. He continued to push forward as my ass ring painfully expanded to give him entrance, the bottom of my ring being pushed inward by the second ball seeking to join his brother inside me; I had no doubt it was going to hurt when it busted its way in. And boy was I right. Suddenly my ass gave way and the second ball broke through and his shaft suddenly slide a good inch inside as my hole pushed out slightly, attempting to reestablish normal position. As if. God he was thick; where my ass had found relief after Gary's head gave way to a more tolerably thick shaft, Tom's rigid tool wouldn't give me that moment to breathe. This painful, stretched-out feeling was going to be constant. My eyes clamped shut as he continued to move forward, his dry shaft pulling my ass ring inward as he agonizingly forced himself inside. "You're doing well boy, I'm halfway there." "Ooooooh." It was like a moan, groan, and gasp all in one. His steady push forward continued, the second ball clearly pressing itself into me as it slowly inched internally, until I felt the hint of pubic hairs begin tickling my ass while simultaneously feeling his first ball pass though my inner sphincter and the second ball slide against it. He never stopped, pushing forward as I felt my inner block give way and his metalic insert fully embed itself in my inner core. His balls came to rest against my ass as his long, dry shaft kept me fully expanded. Despite the pain, this feeling of metal inside me, pushing outward, digging in while all the while scraping and gouging my soft tissues was something I had never experienced before. It was a sensation like no other and no matter how excrutiatingly full I felt I was determined to enjoy this. And while his cock alone would have been more than enough to fill me and inseminate me, after playing so many times with unpierced cocks I had clearly already decided that the "weight" was worth it.

15 sweaty groaning-and-moaning-filled minutes later the chem-controlled sexy sub pig boy (whose name I learned was Trevor) was laying on top of me on the living room carpeted floor in a wet noisy 69 feast on each other's hard dripping dicks (gotta love that Viagra!) while equally piggish slurping sounds were being made by our hot leather daddy as he picked up where I had left off eating this sexy pig's parTyed up virgin ass! Trevor's muffled moans and lustfilled cries around my throbbing poz cock buried in his throat created vibrations through my shaft and down into my nuts and asshole as he couldn't keep from reacting to daddy's long thick and experienced tongue! Daddy ate ass like no one else I've ever known. His tongue made toes curl and jocks cry with the intense pleasure and erotic feelings. And of course the additional 2 shards of T daddy had added to this boi's greedy mancunt were helping immensely to push him closer to that point of begging to have his cherry popped..which would only be the beginning of this safe-sex bi stud's weekend journey to the dark sweet pleasures of raw bareback drug-filled poz sex...and his own pozzing! In my position I could watch up close as daddy's wet sexy tongue lapped and chewed at and penetrated Trevor's loosening pink hole. DAMN! That was such a fucking view and made me use my mouth tongue and throat on Trevor harder and more determined to work him to that edge...but not allowing him to cum yet. Daddy had already told me that the pig's NEED to cum would be the leverage he'd use if needed to get the boi to agree to take daddy's bare poz dick. Once he agreed to that Daddy would give him permission to cum....while he was getting his first ever ass-drilling from a bare raw chemmed up unmedicated POZ cock! Fucking hot to think about that happening soon! My thoughts were brought back to the current moment when I realized that daddy's face and tongue weren't in the pigs ass anymore at what was apparently the same moment the pig realized it too. Suddenly I felt the coolness of the air on my throbbing wet boner as Trevor pulled off my dick and turned his head back and asked Daddy to please not stop. "It feels so damn good having your tongue in me, Sir!" I cooled down the intensity that I'd been eating this boi's beautiful cock with, but kept my lips sucking around his oozing head wondering what daddy had in mind. Daddy chuckled his deep masculine way that I knew from experience meant he was ready to move things forward faster toward our immediate goal. "Yea pig boi?" I heard daddy say. "That hot sexy boihole likes having something in it, doesn't it? Is that sweet Tina cunt of yours hungry to have something inside it and making you feel better than you ever have?" "Oh fuck yea, Daddy Sir!" the tweaked out innocent pig boi answered without hesitation. What you and your boy have done with my ass tonight is fucking incredible! I need more! I need to feel you inside my hole Daddy! I'm so damn horny! Please! Please Daddy....can I feel you back in my hole again?!!" As I heard the pig say that it was all I could do not to cum right then. He had no idea what doors that pleading was about to open up to him, but once opened they wouldn't be shut again! Daddy'd make sure of that!

Part 5: Aftermath The ringing phone next to the bed woke me the next morning. I was alone. Ken had left the room sometime in the night. His cum, and Wes’s, though had dried on my ass. And I could still taste his piss on my breath. What the hell had I done the night before? It all seemed so unreal in the light of the day. Yet it was real. I had admitted to myself, and to the two guys who had fucked me, that I was gay. I fumbled and answered the phone. “Yes?” “This is the garage.” A voice said. “Your car is ready.” I got myself showed and dressed. Ken was at the desk. He was his friendly self again but didn’t say anything about the night before. I wasn’t sure what to say… so I didn’t mention it either. I paid my room bill and he gave me directions to the garage. As I was walking out the door though, he gave me a little wink. “Hope you stay over again the next time you are passing through.” My ass gave a little spasm and I smiled. “Hell yeah.” The garage was just a short walk down the street. Wes was there, working on some pickup. He gave me one his nods, no smile, and pointed me into the office. The guy in the office was about my age, maybe a year or two older. He put together the paperwork and I gave him my credit card for the charges. My eyes kept wandering to his crotch. I wondered what equipment he had down there. He didn’t seem to notice. A few minutes later I was loading my bags back into the car. Wes was leaning against the pickup he was working on. I made a little show of lifting my ass but noticed his eyes were watching me. He gave me a little smirk and adjusted his crotch a little. Oh yes. I would be coming back through this town again. The rest of my drive to San Diego was uneventful… if long and a little boring. I had rented a room in an apartment off campus through an agency and would be sharing with 3 other guys strangers but all students at the college. Two bedrooms with 2 beds in each one. It seemed I was the last to arrive as the rest of them were sitting in the front room. Two of the guys, Scott and Gary, seemed to know each other and were taking one room.That left me with the other guy. Mark was about 6’ 3”, blonde hair, blue eyes, and was one at the university on an athletic scholarship. I didn’t hear which one. I was too busy trying not to stare. Fuck… he was beautiful. I felt a twinge of fear… how was I not going to embarrass myself sharing a room with this guy? He was wearing a t-shirt and some baggy shorts. My eyes kept wandering to his crotch despite my best efforts. I made it through the evening… barely. We all sat in the front room and chatted for a couple hours. I’m sure Mark caught me starring a couple of times. I couldn’t help it. I finally excused myself to go unpack. I’m sure I heard them laugh as I left the room… was it about me or was I just being overly sensitive? I unpacked and then sat on the bed, afraid to go back into the other room. I was still sitting there when Mark came in. “All done packing?” “Yeah… I guess.” I stammered. Mark pulled off his t-shirt and threw it into the corner. “Got to get to bed…have early morning practice and I’m beat.” My eyes flicked over his muscular chest and six-pack abs. He turned his back to me and slipped off his baggy shorts. His firm ass was framed in the jock he was wearing. My dick was hard and straining in my jeans. I forced myself to look away. The jock and shorts soon joined the t-shirt in the pile in the corner. The beds were close enough together that I could smell the salty tang of his sweat. “Hey…” he said. I turned without thinking. He was standing next to his bed. His naked body towered next to me. My eyes bulged. A thick slab of meat hung flaccid between his thighs… at least 5 or 6 inches soft. My mouth was watering. “I always sleep in the buff… hooe you don’t mind.” He said. Was there a hint of mockery in his voice? “Um… no. Whatever you want.” He slipped into bed and pulled the covers of his body. i quickly undressed and got into my own bed. I was still wearing my tighty whities and a t-shirt. He seemed to fall asleep quickly but I tossed and turned. He would toss and turn from time to time… giving me views of his body as we would kick the blankets off or readjust them. I wanted to jack off to relieve some of this tension but was afraid he would wake up and catch me. I finally fell asleep a couple hours later… grateful that I had a few days before classes started to sleep in. It was morning when I awoke to the sound of the bedroom door closing. I glanced at the alarm clock. 8:30 AM? Fuck. Way too early to get up today. I rolled over and saw Mark by the door. He was back from practice apparently. He pulled off his workout gear and wrapped a towel around his waist. His blonde hair was matted a bit and he had clearly been sweating a lot. I didn’t realise I was staring until he looked up. And caught me. “What the fuck, dude?” He said. Loudly. Anyone else in the apartment would hear him. “What are you staring at?” “I… I… I…” I realised then that he didn’t really seem angry… more amused. He walked over to my bed, towering over me. “You like what you see?” His hand rubbed his crotch through the towel. It was not as flaccid as it had been last night. In fact it seemed to be getting harder and growing. He pulled his towel back away. His hard meat bounced up. It was about a foot in front of my face. My eyes followed it. I couldn’t look away. “Working out always gets me heated up.” His hand slid up and down his shaft, jacking himself a bit. “Since you like looking at it so much, why don’t you give it a feel?” My hand wrapped around his beautiful dick. It was about 8 inches long now and still not done growing. A moan escaped my lips. My head moved forward and I slipped him inside my mouth. His hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. “Fuck yeah.” He said. I looked up, into his eyes, and he smirked at me. “Suck that cock.” One of his big hands trailed down my back and between my ass cheeks. Finding and fingering my hole. Still loose from Ken and Wes’s hard fucks, his finger slipped inside with little resistance. “Yeah… I think we are going to get along real well.”

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