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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.

Intro Welcome to Suburbia! I’m Alec, an early 30s guy living with my husband, Carl, in the sprawl of Eastern Virginia. Its one of those places where the property prices are expensive but without a cool and groovy city vibe. So minimal chances of random hookups with hot gays!! The majority of our neighbors are hetero, married and keep themselves to themselves. As for me, I’m coming to the end of an intensive few years of studying for a business degree as well as working full time. Its been tough, especially with a lack of time for the things I want to do. I love my husband very much but I also want to get some excitement back in to my life. As long as I can remember I’ve done what been expected of me… study hard, work hard, save hard… making the “right” choices. I’m kinda done with all that now. I want to explore my sexuality, be a bit reckless and just live my live for me and not what others expect of me. I’ve never cheated on my husband but I crave the feeling of kissing another guy, dropping to my knees and getting them hard in my mouth before letting them fuck me. My husband and I celebrated Independence Day at home. Just a chilled one as he has a business trip coming up so most of the day was laundry and chores. He was showering as I took some shirts upstairs to help with his packing. His case was open and next to it was a washbag I’ve never seen before. Curiously I opened it to reveal a new bottle of poppers, a cockring, lube, several jockstraps and a half used bottle of PREP. I just froze. He’s planning to cheat on me on his trip and has probably been cheating on me for as long as we’ve been married. I had to get out so I grabbed my running stuff and left to clear my head, spurred on by a mixture of rage, jealousy, anger and…. Horniness

Hot , i ran to the bathroom at Lowes i sit to pee as i am pierced its just less mess .. so im doing the pp dance as im sitting , the guy in next stall puts his foot under the stall... i was like what? then about 9 inches of cut dick came under... i jumped off toilet and onto that dick ...he fucked me till he blew a load up my hole ... so far none at the Home depot across street.

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Didn't feel the cum in my ass (no nerves inside there so anatomically I wasn't expecting to), but I did feel a pulsing at my ring and him groaning loudly as he bred me. Afterwards I could feel cum running down my leg, which was hot!

Thanks. That's the plan. I wanted to create something that BZ has never seen before.

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…

You will get a lot of cock as a red hooded mare. If you are comfortable fucking bare, definitely go with a red hood. If you aren't on PrEP, you have time to start, or check the availability of PEP for taking afterwards. Also if you can get Doxy PEP that will cover most things. My partner and I have been to a couple of the US horse markets me as stallion and him as a red hooded mare. Had a lot of fun and never had any issues.

is that just North of the IKEA? I think I found myself there as well at the start of Spring 😉 I’ll have to share that story another time 😜

Part 1 I’d been running for a while and ended up in a local park which I don’t tend to use. It was time for a break so slowed to a walk, grabbed a water from a local store and started to cool down. After about 10 mins I passed a run down toilet block deep in the park. I was getting the urge to pee so stepped inside. Unsurprising it was just as filthy inside, covered in graffiti and smelling of stale piss. I relieved myself and then got distracted by the graffiti. There were all the usual stuff “Carl is a bumboy” “For gay sex fone….” And the usual knob drawings. What stood out though was some horny messages about guys cruising these toilets, taking loads and one which proudly proclaimed “Got AIDS here” with a big smiley face next to it. For some reason that made my dick stand to attention. I’d never given safe sex much of a thought as I’ve been in a relationship and married so long in, what I thought was a monogamous relationship, that it just dropped off my radar. My husband fucks me, shoots inside me but its fine as its just us. Lost in my own thoughts and trying to distract myself from my husbands cheating I went in to only stalls to continue reading the graffiti. It was then when I heard footsteps entering the toilets. I stood still, slowed by breathing so they wouldn’t hear me hoping they’d be gone in a moment. A minute or so past then another set of footsteps entered then the sound of heavy breathing. I cautiously peeked around to see two guys making out. Continuing to watch the younger guy (mid to late 20s) dropped to his knees and unzipped the older guy (early 50s ish) to reveal his thick dick. The twink greedily deep throated the daddy and didn’t even gag on that thick cock. Daddy was enjoying this by the moans with pleasure. I’m rock hard at this point. “Fuck boy you’re so damn good”, moaned the daddy “mmmmmhmmmm”, replied the twink with his mouth still full of dick “Gonna let me in that ass boi?” Without hesitation he slipped down his shorts to reveal a smooth ass. Daddy just turned him around rimmed him deeply then spat on the hole to get it ripe for fucking. The head of that meaty dick rested on the twink’s hole just for a second or two before disappearing inside. Watching them fuck was intense, the stamina of the daddy and the twink just took that rough, raw pounding. My husband has NEVER fucked me even closely to that level of intensity. “I’m getting close boi” “Fuck me daddy, fill up my c*nt with your load” “Hell yeah you’re going to get daddies load, daddies POZ load” “Give it to me, give me that poz juice” This is what sent the guy over the edge and from the loud moan he just released a lot of cum inside the guy. They quickly redressed themselves and said their goodbyes with the twink leaving first. Daddy followed a few seconds later, not looking back, but saying fairly loudly “I hope you enjoyed the show” as he laughed and disappeared. So I might not have been as stealthy as I thought. What I also didn’t realise is that I’d cum, handsfree in to my running shorts. It was going to be a sticky run home with my load there! My thoughts turned back to my cheating husband and then to the toilets. Its at that point I realised that its now my time, my turn to have sex with other guys, my right to explore my sexual side again. This weekend is the weekend I cheat on my husband.

Mid–Late June 2025: The 13" Double Dong of the Damned Edition

The term is recent the problem of guys that won't fuck or get fucked was problem with or without the term. The other trend I dislike is the prevalence of cuddling as the preferred "sexual" activity in cities where "sides" make up the majority. Here in the PNW guys go to the bathhouses looking for cuddle buddies, even though there are events other places for nonsexual cuddling only.

15 - You cant escape perfection Dan looked back, to see Pete a way back double over and wheezing … again. He stopped and sighed, they had only set off on the Jog 10 minutes ago and had stopped like four times already he rolled his eyes and jogged back. knowing in his heart this was going to be a wasted evening, he would have never even agreed to help out the larger man if he hadn’t of been Max’s dad … but he was and he couldn’t say no to his best friend when he begged him to help get his dad into shape. He stood running on the spot looking down at the older man with some concern at his breathing plus the sheer amount of sweat after only ten minutes of light exercise “You alright Mr Wickford? … this is the fourth time you have stopped in like ten minutes, you want to call it a night there?” Dan stopped running on the spot and went to help the guy up only to have his hand swatted away, Pete wheezing out. “Get off ... I just… I just ... need to … take a leak is all” as he stumbled off into the under growth next to the path, disappearing into the darkness of the small woodland that surrounded the park. Dan shrugged watching him leave before walking over to a bench nearby using it to get some calisthenics in, maybe he could even work up a small sweat before the older guy got back not wanting to waste the whole evening. It was halfway through one of his sets a few minutes later that the loud moans breeched the dark treeline. The blond athlete leapt to his feet in panic imagining his friend’s dad having a heart attack after exerting himself too much, he pulled his phone out and immediately started to dial 911 as he moved into the trees, a little way in his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he started to noticed a strange pulsing green light he moved towards it shouting as the phone in his hand dialled out in his ear. “Mr Wickford!? …. Pete are you their bro!? … look if you can hear me shou …. Oh, holy fuck!” his blood ran cold as he pushed though the foliage homing in on the moans and odd green light pulsing faster now, only to see Pete, on the ground naked, writhing and moaning in what seemed absolute bliss with what looked like two massive grey men kneeling over him. Every inch of their slate grey skin covered in a strange spiderweb of black veins which pulsed with that eerie toxic green light. One seemed to be licking the older man’s sweat soaked pits and chest with his long inhuman tongue while the other was latched onto his dick sucking obscenely as the steel hard appendage. It was almost impossible for Dan’s eyes not to be drawn to massive hard cocks that throbbed between both the creature’s legs, thicker than his wrist and somehow longer than his arm dribbling what seemed to be a strange oil form the tips. All this he noticed in mere seconds of stumbling on the scene, but his obvious and loud entrance to the bizarre threesome had already got attention. The creature sucking Pete’s dick stopped lifting its head slowly and turning to look right in the blond athletes’ eyes, like a predator all smooth movements no wasted energy, Dan saw no humanity in those pure black orbs just an insatiable hunger... and somehow knew he was prey, he turned and ran phone still gripped in his fist still dialling out. The foliage whipped past him stinging his bare arms and legs as he ran though the thicket towards the well-lit park proper and his possible salvation. A strange guttural howl came from behind along with the sounds pursuit made his heartbeat faster, he burst from the treeline legs pumping, heart pounding as he raced from the path across the grass towards the car park. He faintly heard a tinny voice as he ran and realised the phone in his had must of connected his heart soured as he pressed the phone to his ear hearing a human voice. The voice sounded male and had that professional tone used by the emergency services “hello 911 what’s your em…” Dan cut the guy off his voice a horse rasp as he gasped for air not stopping not looking back. “You have to help me!, something guys got my friend, and one is after me now, they’ve got grey skin and black veins” The thud, thud, thud of fast approaching feet, made Dan panic fueld by pure terror he pushed himself harder, lungs and leg muscles burning with the effort but knowing it was not enough, he sobbed the next words into the phone “fuck its almost on me” the Dispatcher’s concerned voice was hard to hear over his terror and pounding heart “sir where are you” Dan's words were cut off as he felt something slam into his legs sending him sprawling on to his stomach, he hit the grass hard grip losing on the phone sending it bouncing into the grass 10 feet ahead of him. He dared not look back as he tried to crawl towards it but a hand as strong and as immovable as marble clamped over his ankle. He screamed in fear and frustration kicking backwards as he desperately reaching for the glowing rectangle ahead of him. Only for his second ankle to be grabbed, he was yanked backwards and flipped onto his back sending pain crashing though him as his back and head slammed into the earth. he looked up at the grey man kneeling over him in a daze world spinning slightly, its black veins pulsing that strange light, arms and legs a little too long, corded muscles to well defined to be human … not to mention that massive dick now resting on his chest leaking its foul black liquid onto his running shirt. Dan tried to struggle against the thing holding him, but his legs were pinned under its weight, he tried to lash out with his fists, but he was too slow from the impact daze and the creature was too quick. It knocked his hands aside and its long fingers wrapped around his throat, Dan grabbed the things wrist with both hands and tried to pry the hand from his neck legs kicking frantically to get any purchase, but it was no good. He opened his mouth to try shouting for help, only to have the creature spit a spray of saliva at his face most of it hit the back of his throat, he gaged in disgust but the creature following up with a firm stinging slap across his cheek. Dan swallowed out of shock, the second he did a strange heat flowed through his body making his mind feel fuzzy he stopped struggling against the creature’s grip. Dan watched passively his sweat soaked T- shirt was ripped away, one handed by the creature the other still holding his neck stopping him from moving, exposing his smooth chest and abs to the cool night air. It immediately took advantage of the situation lifting the blond man’s arm and buying its face in his arm pit licking and snuffling trying to get every drop of testosterone laden musk as if it were finest wine, it growled in satisfaction as Dan moaned at sensations his virgin body had never felt before. It’s tongue quickly moved across his body leaving a tingling trails of saliva that chilled quickly in the night air stopping only briefly at his nipples to lick and nip before carrying on to the next musky pit elating more soft moans of pleasure from Dan as he squirmed under the attention, as his armpit was worshipped by the grey man holding him he felt his now tenting running shorts ripped away in one smooth motion. The creature looked down his body at his exposed jock strap straining to hold in nine inches steel hard cock and let out a strange purr of pleasure. Dan felt the hand around his neck release its grip, he gasped for air only to look down at see the creature grab both his thighs and push them to his chest, he didn’t resist couldn’t think of why he should, even though the logical part of his brain was screaming for him to run to fight anything trapped in that cotton cady fog clouding his mind. Even as the creature’s hot breath caressed his delicate exposed virgin hole, he just smiled up at the toxic monster unaware of what it was about to do to him. Dan felt fireworks as the things tongue ran over and around his sensitive hole, it worked its tongue in first before a long finger joined it pushing in slowly opening him up to pleasure he had never even imagined, seemingly enjoying the Virgins cries and moans of pleasure, it worked two fingers soon it they were sliding in with ease as they hit his prostate Dan exploded hands free from the pleasure cum soaking his jock as he writhed in the creatures grip. the creatures hand dipped from view, and it came back covered in black dripping corrupted cum which it smeared and worked into his open ass ensuring every surface was coated its nails scraping the soft delicate flesh. As soon as it was inside him Dan felt the Toxic corruption start its dark work, the foggy feeling though his body starting to feel like a raging inferno burning a parts of him away. As his mind struggled to understand what was happing to it, he felt himself lowered and something massive push against his hole, the creature’s immense cock was pushing between his legs with a slow inevitability leaking its corruption into him as it forced it way ever forward. his mind only had a moment to register what was happening as the fog cleared under the intense pain, he tried to reach for the phone again still hearing the tinny voice buzz something inaudible as his once virgin hole gave way, he screamed as the creature slammed into him bottoming out in one savage thrust his already converting body putting up little resistance against the invasion. Dan … or what was left of his mind couldn’t understand what was happening more and more of him slipped away with each trust of the toxic weapon inside of him. Dreams, desires, beliefs all washed away in a storm of burning green toxic pleasure, the pain had faded to a dull ache hard to feel under the intense pleasure of the fuck, soon even his name and sense of self were fading all that echoed in his mind was. “Fuck, I can’t believe I missed out on more of this” he shot another load of pure white cum before everything went black, Dan slipping away to make room for a new creation --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alverez shot his toxic gift into the once virgin with a roar of satisfaction before looking down as the spasming man, the potent seed already changing getting to work, black veins spiderwebbed across their body from the point of infection as the skin began to take on the slate grey colour, the blond hair and blue eyes already turning coal black, it would not take long for a new brother to walk this world to spread their masters seed. Sniffing out the pure cum from on jock strap he began to greedily suck and lick up the uncorrupted DNA. Jackson ran up looking down at the young man with a smile he made a grunting noise and Alvarez nodded still sucking on Dan’s jock, allowing Jackson to add another toxic load to his son, Jackson Jack hammered into the changing man and after only a minute or two made a final brutal thrust and grunt of pleasure as he flooded him with another potent load of poison, the effect on Dan was instant every aspect of the conversion was faster and what would have taken an hour or so would now likely take mere minuets The creatures stood and moved off on there mission once more, leaving the two men writhing and changing in the empty public park and an emergency dispatcher now tracking a live phone to send help

Part 1 Chris and Tyler both grew up in conservative homes in the midwest. They both knew early on that they were different. At church, homosexuality was condemned and at school the locker room was full of talk about girls. Chris and Tyler both tried to pray their feelings away but they would always go back to their computers at night and search gay porn. After they got off they would feel nothing but guilt. They thought this would be the way their lives would go. Push the urges down and feel guilty about them when they gave in. They always gave in. Both of them ended up going to the same college and had the same idea once they moved on campus. Give in to the urge now that no one knew them. They were both the only people from their town to go to the school so they didnt have to worry about someone finding out. They both downloaded grindr and thats how they met. They were both bundles of nerves when they chatted but they learned that they had so much in common. They talked about meeting but they both admitted to being scared. It was a big school but they still had the fear of someone finding out. Finally though they did decide to meet but in public like wholesome Christian boys. It was awkward. They didnt know what to say to each other now that they didnt have the safety they felt when they were just messaging in an app. But they were both attracted to each other. Chris was taller by a couple inches but both were athletic from being three season athletes in high school. They even had that in common. That meeting ended with a handshake and they headed back to their dorm rooms. They didnt end up talking about much. Just classes and moving from a small town and dorm life. They had never talked about gay sex with anyone. It was hard to just start. Once they got back on the app just an hour later, their conversation got a lot freer. They both told the other that he was hot and they wanted to get naked together. They went for it and Tyler invited Chris to his dorm room. Once Chris got there the nerves were back. They didnt really know what to do. They kissed. For both of them their first. They were just lips and teeth at first but a hunger started to emerge as they realized they were getting what they had wanted for so long but thought they would never get. They started moaning and breathing heavy tongues exploring the others mouth. Clothes started coming off and they moved to the bed. Tyler's cock was 7 inches cut but Chris was 9 cut and thick. Chris was on top of Tyler grinding his big cock on the hot boy under him. Both of them lost control fast and came almost at the same time. There was a pool of cum between them all over their chest and abs. They never broke their kiss once it started to the moment they came. But once they came down from their cum the guilt set in and Chris got his clothes on fast and ran out. They fell into a routine. They would do most of their talking on the app and eventually they would meet up and grind and make out until they came. The guilt was always there to rush them out. But they started getting bolder on the app after a few weeks and a few hot sessions. Chris decided to see if he could push things a little further. Chris: So you ever think you would wanna do more than what we do? T: You mean making out and getting naked? I like that Chris: Yeah it's amazing but would you ever wanna do more? T: Like what? Chris: What kinds of things do you think about? Tyler didnt respond for a while as he tried to decide whether he could tell Chris about a fantasy he had. Chris: u there? T: Yeah. I saw this video where a guy was watching a couple guys hook up. He just jerked off and didn't touch the guys but I thought it was hot Chris: You want someone to watch us? T: Is that too weird? I didn't really think we would do it or anything Chris: Thats hot. We could try it if you want. Who would it be though? I don't know anyone. T: We could find someone on this app. Chris: Oh yeah lol. So you wanna try to find someone to watch us mess around? T: Sure! The search for a guy to watch them play became an obsession for Chris and Tyler. Chris wanted to try more than just rubbing their bodies together until they came and he was hoping this could be a step in that direction. Tyler had been holding this fantasy longer than he told Chris. He would jerk off in his bedroom at home and fantasize about a hot stranger sitting at his desk and watching. The idea of being watched turned him on like nothing else. They decided to start with guys who contacted them first. After chatting them up they would tell the guy that he had a friend who he messed around with regularly and they wanted someone to watch. Some of the guys weren't into it and other guys who liked it as long as they got to join eventually. Chris and Tyler werent ready for that yet. So that left just a few who seemed ok with the parameters that Chris and Tyler set. They settled on Hunter. He was older and seemed really nice and he even said they could play at his place so they could have more privacy. What Chris and Tyler didnt know was that Hunter was always looking for good Christian boys like them who he could change forever. He bought his home near campus so that students didnt have to worry about finding a ride to his place. Most of the kids on campus didnt have cars so a guy who had his own place and was nearby was always the easiest way to yes. He loved breaking virgin boys in and Chris and Tyler were exactly the type he loved. Usually he would have to find one and convince them to bring a friend, so this was almost too easy. Hunter first reached out to Chris. Hunter could tell from the profile pic that this boy was hot. Smooth and athletic and he said he was 18. When they traded face pics Hunter thought he was in love. This was the cutest boy he would have over in a while. Tyler was no different. This was going to be a hot couple to watch. At first. He talked to Chris about what he wanted to do once they got past rubbing each others bodies and making out. Chris revealed to him that he really wanted to fuck Tyler but he wasnt sure because he was so big and Tyler was a virgin. Plus he felt like he was a top and wasnt sure if he could handle taking Tylers smaller but still sizable cock in him. Hunter knew that if he could find a way to get Tyler let Chris fuck him, he would own them for good. He wanted them to see him as a helpful guide to pleasures they never even had heard about. That would be easy with these two once he got them their first fuck. Chris and Tyler were together when they made the decision to meet Hunter. "His pictures look ok." Tyler shrugged. "Yeah but its not like hes gonna mess around with us too so it doesnt really matter that much." "True" Chris said "but I might get turned off a little if hes a troll." "Hes not a troll." "I know. That's what I'm saying. So you wanna do it?" Tyler knew he could make this fantasy a reality. "Yeah. Let's do it." Hunter happened to be on when they messaged him and said they were up for meeting. H: How about now? Hunter had to wait a while for a response. They must be deciding if they wanted to actually go through with it, he thought. C&T: Ok. Send over the address. We'll probably be 20 minutes. H: Thumbs up

Part 8 Senator Gregory White (2013) “We can’t continue allowing people like this to influence the younger generation,” I said, staring down the reporter. She was smiling at me, her eyes focused on mine when she wasn’t looking me over. She had large eyes, expressive. I was wondering what I could get them to express if given the chance. “Elaborate,” she said, emphasizing her lips as she spoke, almost pouting. It’s as if she was trying to make me imagine what her lips would feel like on mine. Though, that’s not where I’d want her lips to go. “The people of Virginia don’t want their children to be interacting with people who are, forgive the word, predators.” “Are you saying that you believe members of the LGBTQIA+ community, specifically gay men, to be predators, Senator White?” “I believe that there are individuals my voters are afraid of having around their children,” I explained. “There are dangers my constituents are aware of when it comes to the gay community, and I’m here to make sure your viewers are made to understand this.” “And you stand by these opinions even though you’re receiving significant backlash.” “I’m a strong man,” I told her, smirking. “I’m not easily knocked down just because someone pushes back. I’m working to get our society back to normal.” “And by that you mean the whole husband and wife scenario? Having 2.5 kids, the white fence, the perfect house with the front yard?” “I mean having what America has always seen as being suitable,” I told her. “And by that, you mean normal?” “For the lack of a better word.” “You aren’t married, though, are you Senator White?” she asked. “Not as of yet,” I said, smiling. Knowing the camera was only focused on my face, I reached my hand down to my crotch and gently rubbed over my growing bulge, making sure the reporter would see. “I’m too busy making sure I’m able to act as the voice of the people, but I always make sure to make time for what is important.” “And with that,” she said, “I thank you, Senator White, for giving us your time. Until tomorrow night, I am Jessica Latmore. Goodnight.” “And we’re clear,” a voice on the other side of the bright lights said. I could hear commotion around us as Jessica handed off her tablet to an assistant. “That went well,” I said. “If you say so, Senator.” “I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure about you interviewing me instead of Chester Reeves, but you managed to do well enough.” She stared at me, a brow raised. “Did I? Well, I’m so glad you think so.” “Don’t worry that you’re not as quick on your feet as Chester. You’ll get there over time. I’ll remind you, interviewing political figures like myself isn’t always easy.” “And I would like to remind you,” she said, her tone shifting, “that you were the one who brought up the gay community, not me.” “Why say that?” “So that when your team starts telling you that your numbers are dropping and you’re getting a ton more hate-mail than usual, you can’t blame me for making you say anything you didn’t want to say. You did that all on your own.” “I just tell it like it is,” I told her, moving forward in my seat, my bulge hanging over the edge, more pronounced. I could see her eyes looking down at it, analyzing. “I find people like that about me. Don’t you?” “As a matter of fact,” she said, “my girlfriend and I don’t care for you at all.” She stood up and walked off the set, leaving me sitting alone as the lights were dimmed. __ “I don’t want that bitch ever interviewing me again, do you understand?” “I understand,” my assistant said, typing on his tablet. We sat in a black SUV, heading to my apartment. My face felt warm, my pulse quick, as my anger after the interview had failed to diminish. After leaving the set, I went back to the dressing room they had given me, threw a dish of peanuts at the wall, turned over the coffee table, and stormed out with my assistant running after me. “It’s unprofessional the way she talked to me,” I shouted, kicking the seat in front of me. “And who the fuck has a dyke interview a Republican Senator? What the fuck? I mean, you don’t send a vegan to interview about a barbeque competition.” “I’ll speak to someone about it, sir.” “You better,” I spat. “This is the kind of shit that gets people fired. Understand?” I leaned back in my seat, my hand moving down to my crotch which had long ago gone flaccid. There was a slight pain in my balls which was driving me insane. The reporter had knowingly gotten me hard just so that I’d be stuck here with blue balls. At the same time, the pain was radiating down to my asshole, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Every time the driver hit a manhole, I felt my manhole tighten and my body shiver from the sensation. Fuck, not again. Why did this happen every time an interview went to hell? “What do I have tomorrow?” “You have a meeting with—” “Cancel it.” “But, sir—” “I said, fucking cancel it. I need the rest of the night off, and I don’t want you disturbing me until Thursday. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir.” “Good.” The car pulled up to my apartment and I got out before my assistant could fuck anything else up for me. I’d fire him soon. I only hired him because I fucked his wife and felt guilty about it. That guilt didn’t last long, but I hadn’t found the time to fire him just yet. The fiasco with the lesbian reporter would do the trick. I’m sure it’ll be easy to make it his fault. “Good evening, Senator White,” the residential concierge said. I nodded to him. I knew his name once, but I couldn’t remember it now as I stormed through the lobby and entered the elevator. They seemed to switch men every few months, and I had enough trouble remembering the names of the people who worked for me. I closed my eyes as the elevator rose, trying to calm myself, suddenly seeing before me the reporter’s full lips. I couldn’t believe someone as hot as the reporter would rather eat out a pussy than suck a dick. Then again, the idea of the reporter having her head squeezed between the tight thighs of another woman did get me hard again. My hand reached down and started massaging my bulge, my fingers moving down further to my balls. Fuck. I could still feel the throbbing ache in my ass, the ache which arose only once in a while, especially as things went to hell. During every election period, I found this ache revealing itself again, almost taking control. Normally, I could fuck my way through the ache, let my cock manage the burning which flooded my body, but, every once in a while, there was only one thing I could do to satisfy this… desire. “This is Charles the concierge,” the voice said over my phone. That’s right. His name is Charles. “Yeah, Charles, this is Senator White in 8D.” I entered my apartment, locking the door. “I’m calling just to let you know that I’ll be having some visitors tonight. They work for my campaign, but they’ll need to be let in through the building’s private access. They’ll be coming up through the secondary elevator. Discretion will be key.” “Of course, sir,” Charles said. I turned off my phone and entered my bedroom where I stashed my one phone in a locked desk drawer. From it, I removed another phone, entered a code, and searched through my contacts. The ache was growing stronger, causing me to scroll through my information with one hand while my other hand ran over my clothed body, feeling my hardening cock, my swelling balls, and my nipples which were visible through my dress shirt. I found the contact and hit send. “Pidyn Corp,” a voice said. “May I have your identification number?” “382533,” I said. There was a pause before the voice said, “Welcome, platinum member. How may I help you?” “I need my third listing provided for tonight,” I said, pouring myself a glass of whiskey which I shot back. “I need them here within the next hour. Standard protocols are to be followed.” “Of course, sir,” the voice said. “We’ll charge accordingly. Anything else I can do?” “Yeah, make that thirty minutes.” I ended the call and shot back more whiskey, allowing the burning in my throat to course throughout my body. Everything inside me was screaming to be released, the hibernating animal that I kept hidden clawing its way out. Fuck, I needed this. I needed everything. I paced throughout my apartment as I waited, turning on the television to calm myself. “Reports are showing Senator White’s approval rating is starting to fall since his hateful comments concerning the LGBT community have grown more frequent,” the news anchor said, my face smiling in the picture next to him. “While many Virginian voters do support the conservative politician’s stance on the economic crisis, his comments concerning sexual identity have been found to be critical and out of touch with the current political climate.” I hit the mute button, watching as the reporter kept speaking, watching his lips as they moved, admiring them as they puckered to say the “wh” in White. They were even better lips than the reporter from earlier, and I found the aching inside me pulse from the mere sight of him. There was a ping from the phone I had used to call the service, alerting me that my “delivery” had arrived and was on its way up. I finished another drink and went to my door, reaching it as a knocking filled the apartment. Fuck, could they be any louder? I opened the door to find two men standing before me, both in suits, both looking as if they were men who, like me, worked in an office or in a position of actual power. They looked like the men I encountered every day, the men who held power, who thrived on imposing their wills on others. “May we come in, sir?” the one man asked. “We have a delivery for you.” “What is it?” I asked, waiting for the response I’d decided upon within this scenario. “It’s the Apollo Package, sir,” the one man said, slightly puffing out his chest. “It’s urgent that we make this delivery in private.” “Of course,” I said, satisfied. I stepped to the side and let them pass, admiring them as they went by. This service had sent over all types of men for me in the past, ranging in fitness levels, height, hairiness, and even accents. These two men I found to be the sexiest men I’d ever been sent. Both were taller than I was, with broad shoulders and, from what I could see, fit bodies that filled out their suits nicely. Impressive bulges were noticeable in their pants, one more than the other. The man with the larger bulge held a briefcase in his hand, and I admired the veins I could see under the skin, running down to larger, strong fingers that gripped the handle tightly. My cock jumped at the sight of him. “You have everything needed?” I asked, eyes on the briefcase. “We have everything you’ll need tonight,” the one man said. “We’re sure of it, sir.” Both men exchanged looks, smiling. “What are your names?” I asked. “Well, Senator White,” the one man said, “To keep with your identity, I am Mr. Gray, and he is Mr. Green.” “No,” I interjected. “I’m not looking for the fake, fucking names they give you to sound exotic and shit. What are your actual names.” Both men exchanged glances, smiling. “I’m Matt,” the one man said. “This is Hunter.” Hunter, the man holding the briefcase, was staring at me, a slight smile turning his lips. I loved the way he was looking at me, a look I’d given the bitch reporter before she blew her chances. I could see that he wanted me, and my hardening bulge proved I wanted them both, but especially him. “You’re both experienced in what I require?” I asked them. “Along with the required discretion?” “We’ve been briefed, sir,” Matt said, “concerning your desired… debriefing.” “Good,” I said. “Well, let’s get started.” Hunter nodded and opened the briefcase.

Don’t have a son but I have watched my slutty fem boy faggot nephew get fucked by a ton of men of all ages, in bathhouses, porntheatres, public restrooms, parks, houses, apartments, alleys, and of course in my place. The little slut is a serious cumdump. l trained this whore to get on her knees for anyone, and to bend over, spread her legs or get down on all fours to let ANYONE fuck her bareback. My piggy buddies have always loved using her pussy and the slut was born without a gag reflex (clearly born to deepthroat cocks) I taught her how to cruise for cock and find as many men as possible to load up that sweet pussy. l even got her into dressing like a slutty girl to service horny men and how to be a real tranny whore. l would have loved to have had my own slutty cumsewer faggot son like her, with a sexy, girly body, and a bubble butt with a pussy inside to live with me and service Daddy’s cock every day while getting her ass turned out by strange men every night.

Totally hot,got me hard

My Mom walked in on me one night looking at gay porn on the computer in my room and freaked out getting my step dad and both yelling at me. That weekend she left for the day while my step dad was going to have a long talk about what I did with me. When he walked into my room I noticed that he had a huge bulge and wasn’t even trying to hide it. As he began talking to me about sex he began touching me and said that he has known for quite some time about my secret sexual activities with all those random men, sneaking out wearing panties, sucking their dicks, swallowing their loads, letting them fuck me and coming back home a hot mess. I was best red and embarrassed. As he told me not to be embarrassed and it’s ok to do all those things he unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper and pulled out his rock hard cock which was HUGEEEE. He looked at me while he stroked it and said let’s get naked and more comfortable. He then told me that I can touch it if I want, I began stroking it and shortly wrapped my lips around it, sucking it until he fed me his load. As I told him about all the filth I was into and have done he quickly got rock hard again, at which point I straddled him sliding down on his throbbing cock and rode him as I continued with my stories. At one point I moaned omfg I love this so much Daddy can we do this more often, I want to be your dirty cum dumpster slut son. He smiled moaning and said of course we can son, Daddy is going to show you just how much he loves you with his cock from now on. He then bent me over and fucked me deep and hard blowing his load inside me as he told me how much he loved me. When my Mom called telling us that she got called into work for an over night shift I was riding his cock with his loads leaking out of me. He spent the entire night showing me his love and spilling his loads into me. This became a daily thing with us, we snuck around and always found the time or the place for me to suck his fat cock and get fucked. I loved when he just pulled my panties aside, spit on my hole and buried his rock hard throbbing cock eagerly deep inside me and fuck me moaning how good it felt and how much he loved me. After he pulled it out I’d always lick it clean. He loved it when I came home fucked up and a hot mess sneaking back into the house. I’d txt him to meet me in the basement, where I’d seduce him and tell him what a whore I was as he groped me and felt me up. I’d pull out his cock and stroked it as I told him about my night. As he got rock hard he bent me over, ripping my panties down and force his throbbing all the way inside me. As he fucked me deep and hard I talked dirty to him telling him how good that felt, to fuck me harder, to show me how much he loved me to fuck me like a dirty street whore that I was and breed my hole.

Grabbing the meaty cheeks of the young hot pig pushing his ass out toward me I spread them wide and almost gasped with dark hunger as his pink hole smiled at me thru the tufts of black hair surrounding that still-innocent pucker. This boi's hole was MADE to be eaten, fucked, bred....and knocked up! And with the tina in my system ratcheting up my own piggy hunger I was ready to take care of the first penetration....my eager tongue into the depths of that virgin bi pig hole! Along with a good number of tina shards once I had him wet and loosened. And leather daddy and Miss T had him distracted. I moved my face within a couple inches of his hole and gently blew across it. I felt his asscheeks quiver in my grip as I did so, and heard his muffled moan as daddy had his entire dick buried in the cockpig's throat. I blew one more time on the hole then could not hold back, and moved my head and neck forward, my tongue leading the way as it made contact with his sweaty and quivering asslips. DAMN!! Did his hole taste good....and that was just the first taste. I couldn't wait to really taste him as I would get him loose enough to take my tongue past his hole into his chute. And I wasted no time! I grabbed his asscheeks more firmly for a better hold, spread them wider and noisily began licking, lapping and probing at his sweet never-before-fucked hole. His moans though still muffled became louder and his whole body started shaking as he pushed his ass back eager to get more of my tongue into him. I gladly obliged! "You like your pig brother's tongue on your sub pig cunt boi?" Daddy asked him. I heard an eager muffled response which I knew was a definite "YES!". GAWD! I couldn't get enough of this boi's hole on my tongue. It was going to be even so much sweeter once daddy and I worked him at both ends with tina to get him flying. As I feasted I heard daddy tell him to take a couple hits off the pipe. As he took daddy's dick from his mouth, just before taking the pipe stem between his lips he spoke in a heated half whisper half moan to me..."Oh fuck yeah dude! Eat my hot hole. Fuck it with your tongue! Damn that feels so good!! Never had anybody do that before...oh..yes..please!" I slapped one hand on his hairy asscheek to let him know I heard him, as I heard daddy tell him to take a couple of really big hits off the pipe and it'd make my tongue feel even better in his hole! I was only vaguely aware of their actions as in my hunger I was lost in worshipping this pig's ass with my tongue! I knew too that I needed to get it good and slicked up and loosened for the tina daddy wanted me to slide inside that hole. I heard daddy compliment the sub pig on his cloud then heard the click of the lighter as I redoubled my piggish drilling of this sweet hole offered to me. I ate him for about another 5 minutes or so before I reached over to the bag of nice chunky shards of tina and grabbed a 2 or 3 good sized pieces between my wet fingers. I pulled my tongue from the spit drenched hole and my face from the sweaty hairy crack as I moved the fingers with the tina just above his crack. I heard him whimper around daddy's dick in disappointment. "Don't worry, pig," I told him. "I'm not done. Just need to catch my breath. But I'm gonna slide my wet fingers in that hot hairy hole of yours. I think you're needing something in there don't ya?" I saw him bob his head up and down as he mumbled another yes around the meat in his mouth. I winked at daddy then pulled on one cheek with my free hand and slowly slid the 2 fingers covered with the t into his receptive hole. he winced and flinched as he felt the burn of the tina but I held his waist tight and daddy held his head. "It's ok, boi," I said reassuringly. It's just burning cause your hole is so tight. You'll start to feel real good in a moment when you get used to it. Why don't you ask daddy for another hit off the pipe in the meantime?" I finished as my fingers moved further into his heated hole and the tina began to melt in to him. Now the REAL pig boi was going to come out!!

Part 4: Ken handed Wes the smartphone and knelt on the bed near my face. I found myself staring at the pre-cum on his suit pants. I wondered what he tasted like. My tongue was touching the wet spot before I even thought consciously about it. Licking it, trying to suck it from the fabric. The hard manhood trapped inside pressed back against my tongue. I had no thoughts of running away now. “Horny little bitch, isn’t he.” Ken said. His friendly demeanour from earlier was gone. His voice was cold as he grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to look past his belly and his hairy chest and into his eyes. “Aren’t you.” “Yes, sir.” It seemed so natural to address him as sir. “And you are going to please me, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir.” “Whatever I want?” “Yes sir.” Ken nodded. “Take out my dick.” Without hesitation, I unbuckled his belt and slid his slacks down. The dick that popped out was half an inch longer than Wes’s… and it was a lot wider. At least an inch and a half wider. The mushroom shaped head was smeared with his precum. My mouth was watering. Ken grabbed my hair and pulled me into his crotch. “Suck that dick.” I obediently licked my way up his shaft until I reached the head. My lips parted and I slid in into my mouth. My tongue savoured the flavour of his pre-cum. His cum seemed sweeter than Wes’s if not quite as thick. I worked the cock head with my tongue and lips. I felt Ken grab a handful of hair on the back of either side of my head. He pulled me forward, sliding his fat dick into my mouth. It slid across my tongue and moved towards my throat. Wes was clicking a few pictures now but seemed less into it that Ken had been. In retrospect, I think he was bored. At the time, however, all I really thought about was the cock pushing deeper into my mouth. I wanted to please Ken, to feel him shoot in my mouth or my ass… or both. He hit the back of my mouth and I started to gag. Ken’s grip on my hair tightened. “Come on, bitch. Open that throat for me.” I felt like I was going to choke. My face was turning red and my eyes were watering. Ken shifted a little and his cock moved off my tongue and closer to the back wall of my mouth. I was still struggling but it felt a little easier with his dick off my tongue. I focused on relaxing my throat and realised I was breathing a little easier. I was rewarded when Ken pushed further in. Into my throat, his balls hanging just a couple inches from my lips. “That’s it.” Ken cooed above me. “That’s a good boy. Just a little more now.” He gripped me tightly and pushed forward. It was hard keeping myself from gagging but I wanted it so much. Relax. Relax. Relax. The mantra was running through my head. Those heavy balls and his untamed bush were drawing closer as he pushed deeper. I breathed in the faint scent of his sweat. Closer. Closer. His pubic hair tickled my lips. Then, with a final push, his balls were resting on my chin. He was in all the way! All the way deep into my throat. I felt a sense of triumph… made all the better by his soft moan above me. Wes took a few pictures of my face impaled by Ken’s meat. And then Ken began thrusting harder. His cum bag was swinging now, slapping lightly against my chin. On his outward stroke I could taste his pre-cum as it dripped onto my tongue. On the inward stroke, I could feel him stretching my throat. He pounded harder. My saliva was coating him now as my mouth watered around him. Just when I thought he would cum down my throat, he suddenly pulled all the way out of my mouth. I bent forward instinctively, trying to get him back in my mouth. He pushed me gently away. “Don’t worry, boy. You will get some more. But right now, I want to get a piece of that ass.” He rolled off the bed and walked around to where my butt was still raised in the air. I could feel Wes’s cum, cool now, still oozing out of my hole. Ken rubbed my butt cheek briefly before slipping a finger into my cleft and into my hole. My disappointment at not getting his load down my throat faded. A moan escaped from deep in my chest and I spread my legs slightly to give him better access. “Yeah. That’s it. Lift that boy pussy into the air for me like a bitch in heat. ” A second finger quickly followed, then a third. “You want my dick in there, boy? This cum is all the lube you are going to get.” “Yes, sir. Please fuck me.” “Yeah? You want a second POZ load tonight?” Ken leaned over my back. The weight of his belly against the top of my ass. His hairy chest against my smooth back. His hard dick poised at my hole. “Wes loaded me up real good after he tested. You want me to load you up like that too?” “Yeah, fuck my hole. POZ me up.” My cock was hard and dripping pre-cum of it’s own. “Yeah. You want it?” I felt the tip start to push forward, spreading my sphincter. The head of his dick was big and, despite the hard fuck Wes had given me, my ass tried to resist the invasion. “I want it so bad. I want you inside me.” “Shit yeah.” He let his weight bear down on me. The big head pushed against my resistance. My hole quivered. Ken pushed harder. “Take it then, you bitch. Take my dick.” I pushed back into his assault. I felt him slide forward. Just a half inch or so. But he didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled himself into the fuck. And his big mushroom head forced it’s way inside. I swear I saw stars. He kept pushing. Not letting me rest for a moment. Using his weight and his leverage to push deeper inside. Past my resistance. Stretching me. The pain was excruciating and I cried out… but I was pushing back into his fuck. Impaling myself on the poker that was sliding inside me. “Fuck yeah… you are a little slut, aren’t ya?” Ken said in my ear. “Yes, sir.” “You like getting opened up like this don’t you? POZ dick forcing it’s way deep into your ass.” “Yeah… I love it!” “I thought you told Wes you were straight?” Images of my ex-girlfriend, and other girls I had fucked around with, flashed through my mind’s eye. They seemed so distant. So unreal. The sensations I felt now were so much more intense. With the second cock of the night forcing it’s way inside of me, I was more turned on than I had ever been. And I knew. I’m gay. It was like my entire world shifted in that moment. How had I never realised it? “I’m… I’m… I’m gay.” I whispered as Ken’s dick thrust deeper inside me. “Nah… you are a pussy boy.” Ken whispered in my ear. “Willing to bend over for any stranger with a hard dick and a full load to dump inside you. Aren’t you?” Wes had the phone near my face and was recording video. Recording this moment. It was hard to talk. My face was scrunched up in pain at the hard cock pushing inside me. I felt a moment of shame. But I forced the words out. “Yes, sir….” He thrust hard inside me again. “Yes, what?|: “Yes, I’m a pussy boy.” I groaned. “Yes, I love the feel of a cock in my ass.” Both men chuckled now. Ken began to thrust hard. Relentless. His sweaty chest pressed against my back. He was all the way in. His pubic hair scratching at the inside of my crack. His balls slapping against my ass as they had earlier slapped against my chin. He kept whispering in my ear. “Take that cock, slut.” “Open your pussy wide for me.” “Work for that cum… work it out of my dick.” “That’s it bitch, ride that dick.” Where Wes’s fuck had been about opening me up and using me for his pleasure, Ken’s seemed to get off on taunting and degrading me. I liked it. Wes was hard again, stroking his dick as he took me pictures. My dick was dripping pre-cum onto the hotel blanket beneath me. Ken’s breathing was getting laboured. I was about to get my second load pumped into my guts. “Yes, sir! Please… give it to me. Give me your POZ load.” “Here it comes! Gonna charge you up… make you into a proper little AIDS whore.” I felt him swell inside me. I felt my own dick expand and my second load of the night erupted from my dick. My ass spasmed around the hard cock inside. “Oh fuck, yeah!” Ken hissed. “Work that hole… work it!” His cock spasmed. His cum shooting deep inside me, joining Wes’s load from earlier. He kept thrusting and his dick kept shooting. And then he held himself deep inside and collapsed his weight on my back. I was pushed flat on the bed with his cock still inside me. His body heavy on top of mine. My back coated with his sweat. My hole stretched and sore. I never wanted it to end. Wes put the smartphone down. He put the tip of his dick in my mouth and immediately filled my mouth with his seed. I swallowed it like the manna it was. He pulled his dick from my mouth, wiping the last drops of his load on my lips. “Got to be to work early tomorrow.” He said as he got dressed. He gave Ken’s ass a playful little slap. “Enjoy the rest of the night.” Then he was gone. Ken was still hard. He pulled up enough to get the phone and snapped a couple pictures of my hole. “Not so tight anymore.” He pushed back inside me until I felt his balls back on my ass. “Shit. That is a perfect slut hole. Nice and stretched. Full of cum.” He thrust a few times then pulled out. “Got to take a piss. I would flood your hole but don’t want to wash the cum out. Time for you to learn another new trick.” He pulled me to my feet and pushed me into the bathroom, having me get on my knees inside the tub. I knew what he wanted. It seemed so dirty. i opened my mouth and waited. “Swallow it all, boy.” He said. “Swallow it all and I will give your ass another good fuck tonight." 
The yellow stream flowed into my mouth. The smell and taste was bitter but I gulped it down. An hour later, I fell asleep that night with Ken’s dick - and my third POZ load of the night - still in my ass.