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Again, I wrote a big newpart for all of you guys. I hope you like this one again. This time, you will see how Jake gains an understanding of the whole hotel thing. It is even twisting things up from bottom to top... 😉 the first part is a conversation. I put the names in front of it, so there are no mistakes in who says what, to make it a bit easier for the readers. I wanted to write about the daddy event, but while writing, things came up, and it sort of made its own chapter. You know how it works... I really appreciate your public and private feedback; I'm getting. Thanks a lot. This keeps me writing. I also like the guessing you are doing. I still have some ideas on how the story can evolve. I'm trying to get new ideas and plots. I hope I don't disappoint with this part. Part 15 Leroy watches me turn around and starts walking with me. Isn't this fucking hot? He tells me. Leroy keeps chatting without any interruption. Leroy: Daddy's night. Well, I sure hope I get a date with that old daddy again; that first hotel fuck was so hot and rough. I definitely want him again. I really liked him. Huge cock, beard, his big belly, and his roughness. Fuck, he was good. I hope I don't get some ugly old skinny one, though if he can fuck... And that boy over there on stage... damn, he will get fucked. He will be leaking like hell. That punishment is really rough. But hey , he should have known ... Jake? What's up? Jake: Well, Leroy... I don't know if you've seen it... but that guy is Kayode. We became friends. Now Mark, who I had a crush on and went on a date with... is going to sleep with him... Have you seen his smart watch? Leroy: Oh, yeah, I did. It turned red... so? Jake: Well, it means he is HIV positive, Leroy... I dated him; we had sex ! He slept with me more than once and gave me his load... So... so... I might be positive now. Because of Mark ... He could have warned me; he should have told me... now I'm just... messed up... and fucking mad… Leroy: Well ... uhhh ... you could have known, Jake ... it's called Poz Hotel. So what did you think would happen here... and Mark ... he has a huge biohazard mark on his chest, so how could you not know? It means he's positive ... it's so big it almost shouts that he is out there to infect guys... he's proud of it. Jake: Oh yeah... I didn't know that back then, Leroy! It was my first time. I did not know... But... but... how do you know about the tattoo? He always had a shirt on when we met him in public... how?? Leroy: What did you think, Jake? Mark is here to hook up, to breed, and to infect guys. You thought you were the only one he slept with ? Really... Jake: No, what? You mean... you guys slept together too? Leroy: Sure, we did. More than once. He came over to my room on date night. I guess you were sleeping back then. And this morning, in the toilet just after our breakfast... Jake: He did what???? No... no... He had me this morning. Just after he came out of the toilets. Really ... he fucked you just then, and I was next? I sucked him, I tasted something…. So… was that you? I tasted you??? your hole??? And he fucked and bred me…. And date night? I heard screaming. I thought Mark went to the toilet and went back to sleep. Was it you? Were you yelling “poz me”? Leroy: Leroy starts to laugh. Yeah, I guess so, Jake . And I guess he pozzed us both, maybe... Jake: No... no... this cant be…. You guys cheated me.. you guys back stabbed me… especially mark. He just… used me… if I'm getting poz, I don't want it to be from him. He cheated on me... I... I... I didn't want to give him those credits. I don't want him to be part of me... what can I do??? Tears start to run down, over my cheeks, while my face is retting red from anger. Leroy: Leroy starts to laugh again. Well, there is only one way. Fuck with more poz tops. Let them breed you. The chances are that someone else will poz you up then. Or at least... it's harder to trace who pozzed you, so he won't get the credits for it. Jake: fuck…. Is that the only thing you can think of??? Nothing else?? And I'm really mad at you to, Leroy ... why did you take him between your legs too? You knew I liked him... you knew... Leroy: I'm here to fuck and to take it all, Jake. I know Mark is too. So I let him. It's not like you guys will be boyfriends afterward. That won't happen with him, Jake. Think about it. So why would I not take it then? Jake: I... I... know what you mean. I guess… I was just hoping on it… I wanted it to be… but if I see what Mark is doing… It feels really messed up ... please ... leave me a bit... I need to think... we'll speak later, Leroy. I'm just mad, confused, disappointed, heartbroken, and afraid. You might be right. But for now im just mad at you both. I don't want to fight you; I just need to get my mind set. Leroy: That's okay, Jake. I get it. We will talk soon, okay? We both walk different ways. Fuck. I'm really messed up by Mark... and Leroy… But maybe Leroy is right after all. And it is partly my own fault. I should have known. Leroy ... shit... I'm pissed, though he really has a point. I am taking a walk around the hotel. Clearing my mind and discovering more of the hotel. It is really big. Most places I have not been to yet. I come across multiple swimming pools, whirlpools, parks, a gym, and other sporting areas , different buildings, bars, dark rooms , a disco, food trucks, saunas, indoor pools, indoor gardens, themed restaurants, and so on. I walk to a park with some huge palm trees and some hot tubs, whirlpools, and a small swimming pool. There are not a lot of guests over here. It's a quiet area at the hotel. That’s just what I need now. There is a really nice bar too, so I take a drink there. Not just one, but many. To ease my mind further. I flirt a bit with the bartender, relax, and try to get my thoughts back together. I don't interact with anyone else; I just relax. I head into the whirlpool, with a drink in my hand. It's a bit of a remote whirlpool, so I don't have to interact with others, and I'm sure I don't see Leroy or Mark. The water is really nice; it feels hot. With a drink in my hand, this is truly relaxing. After a while, I see two guys watching me sometimes. It's not crowded, so it is noticeable that they are looking at me. They look Asian. We are looking at each other in the small open space where I have a clear view of this whirlpool. They are short, small but really cute. They really have nice bodies and wear black swim shorts. I guess somewhere in their 20s or 25s . It looks like they are together. Both seem to have the same shorts to. I see myself with Mark, in my head, just for a second. But I realize now this would never happen. He just slept with me and used my ass for his pleasure. Leroy is right about that part, I guess. But I still think Leroy has backstabbed me. He should not have fucked with Mark, and he should have told me earlier. I glance at the guys again; they are kissing, flirting, and it looks like they both have a bit of a bulge in their swim shorts. They are watching me too while they kiss, almost eye-fucking me. I'm not interested. I had my part with Mark and Leroy, so... I grab my drink and look the other way. I empty my glass and put it at the side of the whirlpool. I close my eyes for a bit and enjoy the sun and the bubbles from the whirlpool. After a while, I almost fall asleep in the whirlpool. But then I hear something. I open my eyes, and I see both the Asian guys stepping into my whirlpool. They laugh at me. "Do you mind?" they ask. I guess not. It's a public whirlpool, so. I tell them. We saw that your glass was empty, so we brought you a new drink too. We took some as well. And they handed it over to me. Well, thanks guys, I say, a bit surprised. They both sit down with me, just on the other side. I can see them smile; their legs are touching each other, and if I'm right, sometimes their hands are too. Are you guys together? I ask them; I'm Jake, by the way. Yeah, we are. We are Runchu and Jielong. We are together indeed. We are lovers. We are sorry, but we can't stay off each other in this heat. I can see their hands rubbing each other's legs underwater. That's okay, I tell them. I don't mind at all. Happy to see some guys all over with their boyfriends. Thanks, they say, and then they start to kiss each other right in front of my eyes... Photo of Jielong and Runchu I guess. I told them I don't mind... so... I gave them the free hand? They are touching each other's chests, rubbing their nipples, and sometimes their feet and legs are touching my legs to. I don't pull back; I just watch them making out. I can feel my own cock respond to it. They both see it too. "Glad you like," Jielong tells me, while he puts a hand on my leg underwater now. He is kissing his boyfriend's nipple. Runchu is getting his hand on my leg too, but soon is pressing it against my swimming shorts. He is feeling my cock through it, and it responds. I feel it getting harder and harder. They both look at me. "You like to join us? We never had a white guy before." I can only nod. In a second, both their heads are close to mine, kissing me on my lips. And not just me; they are both kissing each other too. We are having a threesome kiss. Our tongues are going wild, all over each other. This is really hot, this might just be the distraction I need. I think to myself. Kissing, tasting them, my head is spinning. Fuck, this is hot. And no one sees us; here is the back. I feel a hand getting into my shorts while I do the same to them. I have a cock in each of my hands. I feel them getting harder and harder. Damn. Should I do this? But why not... I slowly masturbate both of them underwater. their cocks sliding through my pans, slowly getting harder. Runchu stands up, with my hand still in his swimshort. "We like to let others watch and join," he tells me. "We like others to help us with our sexual desires, and we love putting on a show for them." "You can pull my swimwear off if you like, Jake," he smiles at me. I don't have to think twice and grab his swimwear, pulling it off in one thrust. His cock jumps out. He's rock hard. His cock is not the biggest I have seen, but it is really hot and hard. He tosses his shorts to the side of the whirlpool and then grabs his boyfriend's swimwear. He pulls it down, revealing a really hot, tight, round ass. one of the hottest I have ever seen. He pulls it off and tosses it out of the whirlpool too. I feel Jielong grabbing mine under water. I lift myself, and before I know it, it is on the side of the whirlpool too. Damn . We are all naked. Jielong bends forward and starts to kiss me while Runchu is getting back in the whirlpool. He kneels... his face at his boyfriend's ass. Runchu grabs my hands and guides them to Jielong's ass. I grab it. His ass is so round, smooth, and hot. My wet hands, let water drops, pour on his ass. "Pull it apart," Runchu asks me. I do as instructed, and then I see him bending forward. His face diving into his boyfriend's ass, his nose touching and his mouth at his hole. He starts to rim him. Jielong starts to moan while he kisses me. Moans escape our mouths. My eyes watch him, looking over his hot tanned back, to his ass, and into the eyes of his boyfriend, who is licking his hole. Meanwhile, he keeps wanking me underwater. I'm damn hard... but they are too. They are loving it and really making a show of it. I'm pulling his ass harder and harder, giving Runchu more and more space to lick his boyfriend , Jielong . I've never seen a guy lick a hole like this. So much passion. His tongue and mouth are licking through his ass crack. I can see he really likes to eat his boyfriend. Runchu is watching me in my eyes, eye-fucking me, checking if I'm watching him as he eats. His tongue is getting deeper up Jielong's hole, slowly making circles. Sometimes I hear some sort of kissing sounds from him. Meanwhile, Jielong keeps kissing me and moans softly. He loves to get his hole eaten, and he clearly loves it when others join in and watch. Jielong is a damn good kisser. Our tongues are wrestling in our mouths. After a few minutes, Runchu is standing up. His cock is rock hard, dripping from the water of the whirlpool. "Turn around," he tells to Jielong, who is happy to obey the command. A round, tight ass turns toward me. I clearly see a wet, sloppy pink hole that has just been rimmed by Runchu. It is hot as hell, and my cock responds to it. I never thought it would ... I'm a bottom ... but this... this is hot... "Open it up, Jake," Runchu tells me while he grabs the head of Jielong and pushes it over his cock. Jielong starts to suck him, deep-throating . His lips go to the base of the cock, and his chin gently touches his balls. "Come on," Runchu tells me. "Open up that hole... he wants you to... my boyfriend likes to be shared." I take my finger and place it on Jielong's hole. I feel the spit of Runchu and the heat of Jielongs hole. He is tight, but I can clearly see that Jielong is pushing his hole open to receive me. My mind is in doubt... does this make me like Mark? No... no... it does not... I'm not dating; they are not virgins , I'm not poz, at least... as far as I know for now... but maybe I am... but I guess I'm not toxic yet... and they want me to play... and its only fingering… so what can go wrong? What the fuck... should I care? No, I guess not... it's my holiday, and they've all used my innocence. Now I want to play... fuck Mark, fuck Leroy, fuck the hotel host, fuck them all... I'm doing this... With that, I push my fingers inside Jielong . I can see him shiver when I enter him. His hole feels so wet, warm, and soft. It is so hot... a world is opening up for me... literally ... a hole is opening up for me. Slowly and steady, I start to finger him. My finger pushes in and out. With the tips of my fingers, I start to apply pressure on the inside of him, tickling him. Sometimes, I see a huge reaction from Jielong . If I have to guess... I'm touching his prostate sometimes. I am not sure where it is, this is my first time. But I am trying to find it. Jielong clearly likes it, and so do I. His hole is so tight around my finger. I start to finger him faster while he begins to suck harder. Get a second finger in there; he needs it... prep him for a fuck, Runchu then tells me. I watch him. Is he sure? He is... Slowly, I start to push a second finger next to the first. I push... but his hole seems to resist. I'm not sure if I should do it. Jielong gets Runchu 's dick out of his mouth and looks at me. "Push harder. It will go in... Don’t worry, I am a big boy," he laughs. He takes the cock of Runchu again and puts it back in his mouth to suck it deeply again. Well, okay, if he says so... I push hard with my two fingers. I can see his ass reacting to it, like it hurts a bit... but then, his hole stops resisting, and slowly, my two fingers slide in. I hear Jielong moaning again, of pleasure. I bury both fingers deep in him. It feels lovely, his wet, warm, tight hole. Slowly, I pull both fingers back, but the tips of my fingers stay in him. Then I push them back in hard. Jielong is pushing his ass back to me. I guess he likes it, so I keep doing that, speeding up, fingering him faster and faster. Sometimes I bent my fingertips to tickle his insides. He clearly loves it. My cock is rock hard from it. You top too? Runchu asks me. Well, I am really a bottom . Never topped, I tell them both. You want to? Runchu asks me. Take his ass. I'm not sure what to do. Should I? Should I try? Or should I keep it with bottoming? And is this what I want? My first time topping with strangers? Am I not the same as Mark then? I did not tell them I fucked whit a poz guys (Mark). I'm not sure... but they are offering... who knows... maybe I like it? I stand up from the whirlpool. My cock is now above water, so if anyone walks by, they can see me. I put my bare cock against Jielong's hole. My cockhead rests against his sphincter. Both are wet, his hole from spit and ass juice and my cock from the water. What the fuck, I'll try this. Let's see how it feels. I grab my cock and put it in line with his hole. slowly I put some pressure in his sphincter. His hole does not break. It does seem to make some sucking movements on my cockhead. Runchu sees this and laughs. Filthy Jielong. He is pushing and milking his hole on your cock. Push it in, Jake. Push hard. I watch Runchu deep in his eyes when he tells me this. And I do as I'm told, without breaking eye contact. I grab Jielong's ass and push hard. Real hard. I hear Jielong moan and whimper; I feel his sphincter trying to resist, but it fails. I feel his tight hole open up, pressure around my cock. A warm, wet, tight feeling, while my cock shoots up his hole. I let out a hard moan. Fuck... I push my cock deep into his hole. My balls slap against his ass. I am fully inside him. My cock buried deep in this hot Asian guy. His tight hole gripping around my cock. His heat, his wetness... his body. I'm in a guy... My feelings are mixed. I love the feeling; I love being in someone, my cock buried deep in a hole. But at the same time, my hole itches, and I want the very same. Jielong is moaning hard, whimpering, catching his breath, while he lets Runchu's cock out of his mouth. Fuck... fuck... That's bigger than you, Runchu... he moans. It's the first white cock ever for me... damn. This blond guy feels good. Runchu is laughing at his boyfriend, who is trying to catch his breath. He loves to see how his boy gets fucked but is also a bit mad that his boyfriend shouts out he has a bigger cock up his hole than his own cock. He grabs Jielong's shoulders and pulls him towards him. My cock retreats, almost flopping out of his hole. Only the tip stays in him. I see Jielong loves it, his back and ass is shaking in pleasure. Then Runchu gives him a hard push, causing Jielong to lose his balance and fall to his back. My cock shoots back into him, real fast and deep, and his ass pounds into me to break his fall. I hear Jielong yelp. A real hard yelp, that is clearly hearable outside our whirlpool Fuckkk. I just went deep into him and real hard. I guess that's the punishment Runchu gives to Jielong for his talks. I keep my cock deep in Jielong and hold him in his position, so he can slowly get used to my cock, buried deep in him. Ill stay like this for a minute and I feel his insides pulsing tight around my cock. It feels like he is milking me. Slowly, I start to fuck Jielong, my balls pressing against his ass while he sucks his boyfriend. I'm actually enjoying it; I never knew, as a bottom, I'd feel this way. I'm thrusting deep into him, feeling his tight hole. It is so tight that it's milking my cock. His body heat, his wet warm hole. The water in the whirlpool is splashing. It splashes from his ass, up his crack, over his open hole and my cock, up to his back. It splashes over and over again, every time I pound my cock up his hole. This has to be a dam hot picture or movie, the way we are having a 3some right here, I think in my mind. Wile I’m watching to one of the camera’s above the whirlpool. Fuck, I moan, this feels good. At the same time, my mind is in overdrive again. Mark cheated on me. I liked him; Leroy did not tell me and let Mark fuck him too. I'm getting mad again. With that, I'm getting more aggressive. So I start to pound harder. I'm fucking him rough and hard, but I'm all in my own mind. Jielong moans hard. Fuck, ouch, damn. My ass... fuck... please ... you're fucking me hard, it hurts... damn. Please be gentle, please ... Water is splashing wild, on his ass, his back, on my upper legs, my belly, my cock and balls. I don't hear it; I'm just lost in my mind with a mix of pleasure. They cheated on me... they used me... did they poz me? And I thrust harder in anger. Jielong yelps in lust and pain. Damn. Please ... fuck... Runchu just laughs and plays along. You will feel his big cock... you said he's bigger... that's what happens, he smiles. Jielong yelps harder and harder. Fuck, it's huge… I can't take it that hard… You're fucking me too hard; you're destroying me!!! Fuck, damn, yeah, it's hot. Keep going, that's it; I can take it!!! Ouch ... Fuck ... Please, gentle... Fuck... I never…I never… took such a big cock! Please, not so hard... Fuck … You're pushing against my second hole... Damn, you're huge... Even when he is yelping, his cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum. My balls are slapping hard on his ass, making it a bit red. Jielong now screams in pain. Fuckkkk!!!! That hurts dammmm!!! My hole!!! I snap out of my thoughts. Is this me doing? Am I hurting Jielong? Fucking his ass to hard, just for my own? Am I now just like Mark? No, am I? And what if I am toxic now? I'm fucking this hole bare... no, I can't be yet. But... isn't this like cheating too? No, it's not... there is nothing between Mark and me... Fuck, his ass feels good... but I miss getting fucked myself... like Mark did... damn . I need to keep my mind on this hole. This might be the alcohol, I guess? I am distracted now and feeling guilty at the same time. Did I hurt him? Shit... My cock is getting a softer real fast. Runchu sees it. "Maybe you like his mouth better," he laughs at me. "Turn around, Jielong ," he orders. Jielong pulls my cock out of his hole. His hole is open, red, and looks really rough. He turns around and gets his mouth over my cock, sucking it in, without any doubt. I guess he's happy he can use his mouth on me and not his ass anymore. Fuckkkkk. That's hot . His warm mouth to the base of my cock, and he starts to suck me with deep inhales. Runchu takes Jielong's ass and pushes his cock all the way inside. Jielong shivers again while he keeps my cock deep in his mouth. He is getting fucked hard and fast now. He moans out loud but is still sucking me really good. I guess I opened up Jielong's hole damn good, because he is taking Ranchu 's smaller cock with no problem. It's almost like he is a pro. No wimping, just moaning in pleasure. His tongue is going over my shaft and the tip of my cock. He is sucking it and spitting on my cock. It feels really good. I guess he's sucking and licking my cock with his mouth as best as he can do, afraid that I'll take his ass again. I grab his head, and my hands go through his hair. His lips are pounding against the end of my cock and his chin against my balls. My cock goes deep in his throat. Then without any warning, I hear Runchu moaning real loud. "I'm breeding you... here it comes, take my load in your rough-fucked ass...he pounds jielong hard, so water is splashing up again, all over his back till his neck. Runchu is shivering and his cock is pulsing. He moans real load, so the hole area can hear. There is no doubt in what is happening in the whirlpool… Here is comes…. He shouts out load. He pushes his cock deep into Jielong’s ass and leaves it there. I can see his balls contract and the base of his cock pulsing. He's shooting a load into Jielong. This pushes Jielong and me over the edge. "Me too, me too," I moan, and I start to shoot my load right into his throat. He has no choice but to swallow it because Runchu is pressing him forward while he's breeding him. An huge load, shot after shot, disappears in Jielong's mouth. I can see in his eyes he's swallowing it as fast as he can, but he is having trouble with it. Cum is dripping out of the sides of his mouth. His eyes red and watering. He has to hold his breath so he can swallow. He has to, there is no other way. Jielong, meanwhile, is cumming too. His cock just above the water of the whirlpool, hands free. is shooting a big and thick cum load. It is floating on the water... All three of us just came, panting from fatigue and intensity . As I shot my load, it made me feel more relaxed . I think I am almost in peace whit the thing that Mark and Leroy did. My mind has lost a bit of anger. But not all of it. There is still some anger left. Slowly, I let my cock drop out of Jielong's mouth. He is still swallowing the remnants of my cum. His tongue is licking over the top of my cock, trying to get everything out of it. On the sides of his mouth are cum drops. Those who came out of his mouth, by the lack of swallowing it fast enough. Runchu pulls his cock out of his boyfriend Jielong. They both stand up while Runchu turns Jielong around and starts to lick his mouth, cleaning up the cum remains. They start to kiss with my cum still on their tongues. I can only watch in disbelief. After a minute, both swallow; they shared some of my cum. I swallow too, without kissing them, but from intense heat. Did they just put on a show of cum swapping just for me? With my cum... Then my both feet get back on the ground. A feeling of nervousness washes over me. I now remember that everyone could have heard us. the yelling, the moaning... fuck. Everybody knows what happened here. And Jielong's cum floating in the water... shit. What did I do? Did I just top for the first time? Even when my ass is still itching. I check my watch. Damn, is it that late ? I lost track of time; I really need to head back. "Thanks, boys," I wink as I take my swimming shorts and pull them on. Nervous and unsure of what to do, I want to run away fast. I hurt Jielong; this is not really me, but I was in some sort of overdrive, and in my mind... I'm so sorry. And I did top, as a bottom, so now I want to flee. I slip right past the guys and step out of the whirlpool. "I'll see you guys around, okay?" I tell them and walk away, leaving both guys still naked in the whirlpool , exhausted from what just happened. "Fuck," I think. What happened in the whirlpool? That 's not really me. But I don't have time to think; I need to hurry now. It's Daddy Night, so I need to be ready before the event starts. I stop at one of the theme restaurants and get something to eat. It's a small Italian restaurant, and I order a pizza. Just when the pizza is ready and on my table, I see a message coming in on my smart watch. "Fuck... I need to get to a panel to read, but let's eat first." I really enjoy the pizza, and that no one is talking against me. After I'm done, I head up to a panel. I put my smart watch against it, and the panel shows me a message. --------------------------------------- "Dear Jake, You have booked a double room. But as you know, you are staying there alone. The hotel has messaged you before that you can keep that room. Though, it is noted as a special playroom . For tonight, Daddy's Night , this room will be a playroom . This means the following: In the evening, the Daddies matched in your hall will all come to your room. You have to decide which Daddy will be matched with which room in the hall. You will guide them to their rooms and help them with the preparations. You too will be matched with a Daddy, but this one you can decide yourself. Because of all the extra work you will do, you can decide if the partner of the Daddy will join you guys too. We hope to see you at 19:00 in your room. The staff of Poz Hotel." -------------------------------------- This sounds interesting, I think to myself. Well, let's go on my way to my hotel room and let's get ready for the daddies.

(The following may read like fiction, but I can assure you it’s all true) It’s always been a fantasy when you see your friend has a hot partner or boyfriend…thinking about what you’d like to do to them. Well, I got the opportunity recently and it was magical. This wasn’t cheating as everyone knew about it but never thought it would actually happen. Fast forward so many months later and one night we’re hanging out alone and having drinks. Just me and my friend’s boyfriend. I have a big thick cock and he’s always been curious about it. One thing leads to another along with several drinks later and he’s taking my pants off. Feeling his mouth engulf my cock was amazing. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head with pleasure. He’s a good little cocksucker because he swallowed me down to my balls like a pro. Not much gag reflex on that one which is heaven. We were naked at this point and I put him on his back to play with his cock. As I inched closer to him I used my knees to spread his legs open and he also did so on his own like it was instinctual. I saw his hole for the first time and it’s fucking perfectly puckered and moderately hairy which is my favorite. I spit on my hand and ran it over his hole while hearing a gasp slip from his mouth. I looked him in the eye and slipped a finger inside him. Again, he instinctively pulls his knees to his chest giving me the best view of his hole. He moans again as my finger is slipping in and out. My cock still wet and dripping with his slobber, I quickly take my cock and slap it on his hole. He looked at me while his eyes got really wide and without actually saying anything, began to plead with me to fuck him. Now we never talked about condoms and in that moment I didn’t care one bit. He didn’t seem to put up a fight either. I knew he was a dirty whore at heart and wanted to get fucked like one. I lined my big cock head up with his hole and began to apply slight pressure and push in. He moaned like a little bitch while also grabbing my hips and trying to pull me in closer to him. He looked me in my eye and said “go slow. You’re so much bigger than any cock I’ve taken before.” That made me so fucking horny. I saw a bead of precum form and begin to drip from the tip of my cock. I wiped it onto his hole for some extra lube and continued to try and enter my friend’s boyfriend for the first time. The tip of my cock popped in and slowly I inched my head in and stopped so he could adjust as he moaned louder. I tossed his legs over my shoulders and got really close to him. Pressing our faces together and making serious eye contact with him. “Fuuuck. You have such a tight little hole. It’s gripping my cock head so hard!” I grunted at him. His mouth was open and he looked dazed as he whispered out “yeah”. It’s all he could do as I stretched him open more than any other man had before including his own boyfriend. I began to inch more of my shaft inside and he tried to relax his hole and said “oh my god, yes. I want all of it”. He grabbed my hips and pulled me and my cock in further. “Oh fuck you’re so big!” He let out another gasp. “Good boy” I grunted again in satisfaction as I was getting more of my cock inside his willing hungry hole. Soon enough I was all the way in and my balls were resting up against his. “Fuck yeah, such a good boy taking my entire raw cock inside you”. He made me wait a few moments so he could get used to having me inside him. I flexed my cock and he winced and gasped. I said “you’re not used to such a big and thick cock. You’re going to feel this in your chest”. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and we begin making out for a moment. We break and stare at each other and he says in a loud whisper to me “uhhh I want you to fuck me”. I grinned and said “I’ve wanted to hear you ask me that since I met you!” I started to pull out and then pushed back in. Slowly at first until we built a rhythm. Then I started going at it and really fucking his hole. “Oh yeah daddy, oh my god, oh fuck me. Fuck me!!!” He explained in pleasure as I was now fully pounding his hole. “Oh baby, oh god, that feels so good” he was fully in it now and enjoying himself. His toes curling in the air with each long stroke of my cock in and out of his hole. “I’m precumming so hard inside you right now. I’m fucking filling your hole with precum!” I said between thrusts. He mustered out “you can’t cum inside me”. That took the wind out of my sails even though I suspected as much since he was in a relationship with another man currently”. I told him I would pull out when I got close even though I didn’t want to. I wanted to fuck until I was on the edge and the push in balls deep and flood his guts with my huge load I’d been saving up for him. A few more minutes of fucking his sweet tight little hole and he started telling me he was getting close. He wasn’t even touching his cock! I was going to quite literally fuck the cum out of him. “Ohhh fuck, oh shit, I’m going to cum!!!” He explained as his toes all curled at once. His hole clamped down so tight on my cock as he began shooting ropes of cum into the air and all over his stomach and chest. Meanwhile his extra tight grip on my cock milked me so good while he was cumming I shouted “oh fuck you’re going to make me cum too”. I knew I needed to pull out right now to avoid getting cum inside him but a part of me still didn’t want to. His grip was so tight around my cock that I actually had trouble pulling out because he was still cumming. I reached down to grab the base of my cock to help pull out a little quicker when I felt the first wave of intense orgasm hit me. The first spurt of cum shot out of my cock as I was pulling out. I shot all over his chest, stomach, and it even reached his face because I was so turned on. There was cum on his ass cheeks and on his hole since I pulled out as I was starting to cum. I think some got inside him as well. Our first fuck was forbidden and so intense and the hottest thing I’ve experienced yet. He told me how he thinks about that night when he jerks off and how he wants it again. He wants to do it soon but this time, I want to see if I can unleash and empty my balls inside him like I’ve wanted all along. Let me know if you liked this. I might post about our next adventure. Also please let me know what you think I should do! I think he wants my load but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

Stayed at our farmhouse for the summer. And mostly alone there but safe. Woke up to deep voices laughing and then looked out the window and caught a Glance of to men, wearing shorts cut off jeans, work boots and leather caps, odd, but they were carrying an odd shaped cross into the barn. I shook that off, dad must be here. So I make my way downstairs and now it sounds like 6 men all chatting, I round the corner and there are 6 men, well 7 including my dad, all drinking coffee but only in jocks and work boots, leather hats, As I enter the room there was complete silence and all eyes on me, me only wearing a pair of whitie tighties, I shyly said morning. Even my dad stared me down. I grab a juice and saw to croissants on the table and walk up, oh chocolate. As I make direct eye contact with this hair chested hwp man with stunning Chrystal blue eyes, his smile went ear to ear and he bit his lip. I blush and quickly run upstairs. Halfway up the stairs all the men at once say, happy birthday! After my dad reminded these strangers. Suddenly half way up the stairs I am now rock hard. Thinking of that man at the table I got instant horny. I yell down the stairs, daddy I'm gonna shower then we should go to town! Dad, ok baby boy! I hear my dad whisper, he has no clue. I then get excited thinking it's a suprise party or he's gotten me the truck I want. I fling off my lil undies and jump in the shower. My cock will not go down so I start stroking it, suddenly the hotty man from Down Stairs walks in, sorry lil man I left my phone in here. And a little black bag with some... . I say, thru the Curtian, what's in the black bag, he laughs, u will find out, as he finds his phone next to tub on floor he sneaks a peak at my tight not much musly body he goes , woof. Dam boy, can I help you with that stiff cock? He opens the curtains. And his cock is out and my jaw dropped. He was 12 in and thick. Um IDK sir. Is that ok if u do? He turns the water off and lifts me out of shower, keep a secret? I lean in , yes I can. He leaned in more and said, I get to take you to town for the whole day. But first happy bday, he dropped to his knees and wrapped those lushes lips around my not average small cock And sucks me so passionate and deeply knew buckle and I whispered, oh oh I'm gonna ahhh! His deep moan vibrated my swollen ball sac. And suddenly I felt like there was another load coming. He squeezed my base of cock and sac so hard it stopped the need to cum. . Oh no save that one. And gets up and says. Meet in your room. So I walk down hallway, look outside and everyone was gone. I walk in my room, the man puts hand over my face, and he's naked, his cum slick Dick taps my boy cheeks as he pinned me to the wall. So your best friend says happy bday u slut. The guy suddenly says don't move and squeezed my arm for some reason then a sharp pain in my arm I look over as he stuck a needle in me and the stuff was red. WTF is that. He smiles, it's a blood slam of my DNA. Remember? We have been talking on bbrt. 3 x a week for 5 months. I'm Pozupbb. Wait the man in Europe. (As I remember that we only talked about sex and how he was coming to see me and seed me for my b-day. I obvioudually didn't think he would actually show!! But I know how you change your mind baby boy, now you can't, then I see my blood go into It and the ours goes into my boy arm. A second before it hit me I had a flash back of an email he sent about his doc appointment. But then I was coughing and instantly fell into our roleplay, " omg dad, did you plan me a gangbang!!" Well sort of sonny boy, it's a conversion cum dump party." As my hole opens up and my eyes wide. I said, fuck daddy fuck or ff me right now. As I said that he threw me on the ground I pulled my cheeks apart and he grabbed the j lube, I looked back and he put a rage over my face. Fuck it's soak with poppers. He spared no time. 2 sausage finger, then immediately 3, 4. He growls and doesn't believe I'm taking it so well then he says, fine, and it toKKalmost punches but then' BAM BAM! MY EARS RING THEN.. END PART1 Coming up after these messages, will mom be able to stay?

“I can’t remember the last time I opened one of these” said Brian, as he ripped the foil off the champagne. “Not something we get much demand for here!” I laughed at him, and then watched the cork go flying when he popped it. He plonked the bottle in the ice bucket, and I headed off outside with it and three glasses. “Cheers boys” I said, after pouring it out. “Cheers!” said Bret and Justin, as we clinked our glasses together. Brian did not mind me having a couple of drinks before my shift, and bought my bullshit about us celebrating Bret getting a promotion at the gym. There was no promotion, but I needed some kind of cover story. No, the three of us were there to celebrate the messages we had received that morning. “To Andrew” Bret said. “And Shane” I added. We each took a gulp, then put the glasses down and lit up cigarettes. I chuckled at the metallic crash as both of them put their wrists down on the table at the same time, two kilos of silver and gold hitting the wood at the same time. “How’s your friend?” Justin asked. “Said he felt like shit” I replied, “but that a couple of mates were looking out for him.” “That’s good” Bret said. “I wonder if Andrew’s parents have any idea why he’s so sick?” “I doubt it” I laughed. “Stephen will make sure he’s OK though.” Having both guys start converting on the same day blew my mind a bit, but it also made me really happy. They both really wanted it, and now it had finally happened. I also liked that it had been so different, with Andrew being gangbanged like crazy by the three of us, while with Shane it had just been me over a few weeks and I’d gained a friend out of it. I was so fucking pleased for both of them, but in a way especially for Shane. I didn’t know why really, I just was. We sat and chatted, agreeing that it was time to double down with Gheorghe and help the hunk become who he wanted to be. “Either of you got fucked by him yet?” I asked. They both shook their heads as they took a puff on cigarettes. “You should” I said. “Fucking awesome cock.” Bret smiled, but I had mainly said that to get a reaction from Justin. The poor guy was still being tormented by his hole, for which there didn’t seem to be enough cock on Planet Earth, and as I expected his eyes glazed over in lust. “Mate” laughed Bret. “Go and do a deal with him. For every load you fuck into him, he has to fuck one into you. He’s so desperate for what you’re carrying, he’ll definitely agree.” Justin looked at us both, then picked up his glass and necked the rest of the champagne. He took a big puff of his cig and stubbed it out, then stood up and started walking off towards the other flat. Bret and I started laughing when we saw him break into a run. That night he didn’t come back, with Kieron messaging us to say that Justin had arrived clutching a dirty mattress he’d found by the bins, and he and Gheorghe were going to be sleeping on that in the flat. It sounded kind of disgusting, but I knew there wouldn’t be much sleeping. Bret and I sat and chatted as we drank the rest of the champagne, though I let him have most of it as I still had to work. He asked a bit about Dad, and I did my best to not give anything away while suggesting that he and Kieron go and see the old man together like me and Kane had. Bret knew something was up, but he didn’t push me on it. Instead he changed the subject, fishing out his phone to show me something he had ordered. “Bruv, what the fuck?” I asked. “You like?” he said, smiling. “Of course I fucking like it” I said, “but seriously, more?!” He put his hand on his chest and lifted up his chain, before dropping it. “This is too light man” he said. “I’m a big muscle god, I need the bling to match.” “You’re fucking insane” I said, staring back down at the picture of the 2.5 kilo chain he now had on order. “But it’s going to look hot as fuck.” “Yeah it is” he said. “Can’t wait to have you tugging it as you fuck me.” “I’ll have to fucking hit the gym first!” I laughed. I so desperately wanted to reach over and kiss him, but knew I couldn’t. If we were out in town then I would have done, but around here everyone knew we were brothers and that would just end in fucking disaster. I reckon Bret felt the same way from how we were looking at each other, and that night after my shift we finally let it all out when we nearly broke the bed. The next day I chilled out after my amazing night with Bret, stopping by the flat to check on things and finding myself laughing hysterically at the sound of Justin being fucked senseless in the guest bedroom where the dirty mattress had been put. Jonas and Pavel were busy, and it was all starting to look more like a home again. I chatted to Pavel for a bit, who said he had heard about Andrew and Shane and was looking forward to it happening to him. I also talked to Jonas a little bit, noticing his English was definitely getting better. “Your brother is good for helping him” Pavel said. “I try too, but Kane a better teacher.” I stifled my urge to laugh out loud at the prospect of Kane being a teacher, and just said I was happy they were enjoying working for us. Then I headed off to go to Nisa for some cigarettes, before I needed to go and get ready for whatever Grant had lined up for me that night. But when I got to Nisa I found that Will was alone in there. “Hey” I said, “two packs of Marlboro Gold please mate.” “Sure” he said, a small smile on his face. “No Clive or Aimee?” I asked. “Clive’s upstairs sorting something out with a delivery” he said, “and Aimee’s at an interview.” “Oh right” I said. “She leaving?” “It’s for an evening college” he said. “But if she gets in then I might be here doing more shifts.” “Cool” I said. “Would be nice to see more of you” I added, with a wink. He went bright red, and I knew right then that he was going to be next. Poor Aimee, but I knew a guy who wanted to be fucked when I saw one, and Will was ready to be burst out of the closet he was in. He had a hot body too, so I kind of hoped he might be up for doing a bit of the fucking himself. But I’d have to work on all that, and make sure I didn’t scare him off. Somewhere down the line I would have to think about whether to tell him about prep, as there certainly weren’t going to be any condoms used. I got lazy and took an Uber into town, and was soon up on Grant’s balcony having a cigarette and some whiskies. “So are you gonna tell me what’s happening tonight” I asked, “or do I find out when I get there?” “Oh right, sorry” said Grant. “Well, this one’s a fun one. You’re going to be an escort who goes to a house where a load of straight uni jocks think they’ve booked a woman. They’re all so horny they decide to fuck you anyway. Then one of them is going to quietly admit he deliberately ordered you, and you’re going to fuck him.” “Hot” I said. “The thing is” he said, smiling at me, “these guys are actually straight, including the one you’re going to fuck.” “What?” I asked. “For real?” “Yep” he said. “Well, they can’t actually be straight based on what they’ve been doing, but they still think they are and are just experimenting.” “What have they been doing?” I asked. “Jerking off together to gay porn” he said, grinning. “Including you and your brothers.” “Fuck” I said. “That’s funny.” “Yeah” he said. “The one you’re going to fuck has been getting pegged by his girlfriend.” I laughed out loud, and then thought of something. “Wait, are they poz or on prep?” “No” he said, “or so they’ve told me.” “Do they know I am?” I asked. “They want the risk” he said. “I made doubly fucking sure as I know you’re not into stealthing.” I gulped back a whisky and took a deep inhale of my cig. “That’s a bit fucked up” I said, “but if they know then that’s their own fucking problem.” Grant smiled at me, and then grabbed the bottle to top up my glass. We stayed out there for a bit longer, and then went indoors. He had me strip down to my jock, and then got me dressed in a pair of black leather trousers, boots and a tight white T-shirt. We then went downstairs to his car, and drove off to an area near the university. He left me in the car while he went up to the house to speak to the guys, before he and I did a quick bit of filming of me walking up the street and knocking on their door. I then had to wait in the car again while he went inside and filmed a bit of the guys jerking off while anticipating the prostitute’s arrival, before he decided it was time for me to meet them. They were all pretty fucking hot, sitting in only their shorts with their jock bodies on display. I could tell they were nervous so I decided to talk to them for a few minutes to relax them, and then they asked me a few questions. I confirmed I was poz, and that there was indeed some risk to fucking me without a condom. They all looked both nervous and horny, and Grant decided we should get started. We began by filming the ‘reveal’ of my arrival, and their horniness taking over as they decided to fuck me anyway. They were mostly OK at acting this out, or at least by porn standards, and Grant seemed happy. He then went out to the car to get a few more cameras, set them up around the living room, and once everything was rolling he let us get on with it. There were five of them, and I enjoyed having a go at sucking them all off. Then I sexily stripped down to my jock, and a couple of them fingered me a bit. Then, with me on all fours on an armchair, they took it in turns to fuck and breed me. Three of them were pretty good, the other two were just OK. We cut for a bit, with a couple of them bumming cigarettes off me out in their back garden, and then for the second round I rode all their cocks. I then went into missionary position on a sofa so they could each shoot on my hole and push back in. We had another break, with all five of them bumming cigarettes off me that time, and then we did the final group scene where I was bent over in the middle of the room and spit-roasted until they’d all come in my arse or mouth. One of the guys who hadn’t been the best at topping looked a bit on edge as we had another drink and smoke together in their garden, and I guessed he was probably the one I was going to be fucking. As the others started to go back inside, he asked for another cigarette which I happily gave him. He was extremely cute, looking like he might be mixed-race white and something from the Far East. He had really nicely toned muscles, and I had already noticed his arse was very tight. “Are you the bottom for the next scene?” I asked, and he just nodded. “Are you sure about this?” He looked at me for a moment, and then nodded. “Yeah” he said quietly. “I’m Zac.” “But mate” I said, stepping a little closer. “I’m poz, you’re not on prep, and this is going to be bareback.” “I know” he said. “Look” I continued, “just one poz fuck might be OK, but it also might not be. Are you at least going to get some PEP tomorrow?” He stared at me, and then looked down. “No” he said. “I’m not.” “Do you want to be poz?” I whispered to him. He just nodded in response, so I carried on. “Are you gay too?” “I think so” he said, after a long pause. “Well, OK then” I said. “I just really get off on you and your brothers in those videos” he blurted out. “When you’re getting fucked I want to be you, and when you’re fucking I want to be the bottom.” I smiled at him, and put my hand on his shoulder. “You know” I said, “you could have asked Grant for a session just with you and the four of us.” “I know. But…” he said, before nodding towards the other guys inside. “What do they think about what you’re about to do?” I asked him. “They think it’s a bit sick” he replied, “but I know they also think it’s hot.” I looked through the kitchen windows at the four of them standing around having cold beers. They all had nice arses, and looked even cuter now I’d fucked around with them all. “Don’t worry” I said, leaning over towards Zac. “If we do this right, I’ll be back here with my brothers sometime and they’ll all be bent over.” Zac smiled and chuckled, and I saw his dick harden. We went back inside, and Grant ushered us up the stairs. I saw some of the other guys rubbing their crotches, a couple licking their lips, and it was fucking clear that they were as into this as Zac was. I knew by the time they graduated this would be a house full of pozzed-up gays. It took a while to get Zac’s nerves under control, but an extended rimjob did the trick as he was moaning with desire by the end of it. He clearly used a dildo a lot as he was quite easy to get into and took my cock without any pain, and when I started fucking him he was completely into it. Grant had drilled him on being verbal but not saying anything that might be a problem in the video, with us once again relying on my tattoos to make it clear what was happening. He may have been a disappointing top, but he was a natural bottom. When I had him on all fours he arched his back inviting me to pound him, and when in missionary he held his legs right back and seemed to be begging for it with his facial expressions. He was enthusiastic and energetic when riding me on top, and then he held his buttocks out as wide as possible while on his front as I finally fucked a poz load into his neg hole. I was more than ready to go again and so was he, so we did a second breeding even though Grant had only planned to film one. As he sat on top of me, having rode me to my second orgasm, there was some noise from the landing outside so Grant opened the door to ask whoever it was to be quiet until we were done. All four of them were out there with their cocks out, and the looks on their faces caused another very quick change to the ‘script’. Zac was put on all fours so he could clean off my cock, while his housemates all quickly fucked and bred him. They did not hesitate about plunging their raw unprotected dicks into the two poz loads already clogging up Zac’s hole, and then afterwards one of the guys dived in and felched the loads out. I chuckled to myself about how easy it was actually going to be to get them all bouncing on poz cocks. “Well, that took a turn” said Grant, as we started the drive home. “Yeah” I said. “It was fun.” “Those boys are…” Grant began. “…going to all be pozzed up by graduation” I finished, causing Grant to laugh. “Seriously though, line them up for a second shoot with all of us Ballards and Justin, and I guarantee you that they’ll all be bottoming.” “I don’t think you’re wrong” he said. “And yes, I am definitely going to be doing that!” We chatted about the flat, my dad, and then got on to Justin’s issues. “Yeah, he messaged me about that” Grant said. “You have to help him out man” I said, laughing. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with him, but he’s hard up.” “He still needing to wear a mask?” Grant asked. “I think he’d be willing to broadcast his face on fucking BBC if it meant he was filled with cock” I said. “But yeah, should probably keep him hidden.” “Leave it with me” Grant said. Gheorghe got a break the following night, as Grant came through quickly and big-time for Justin. Me and Bret even went to watch for a bit, which was fun. It was at the same warehouse as I had first seen K&K in, and Justin was in a set of stocks with a hood over his head. Even though he had to work the next day, he stood in those stocks for eight straight hours, getting fucked and bred by an endless number of guys who stopped by. His chain and bracelet rattled against the wood as he was thrust back and forth, his moans never stopped except for when he was sipping water or someone had put a lit cigarette in his mouth, but by the end of it he was finally satiated. That video became a huge success, and led to Grant having an idea for something all five of us could do, but that’s a story for another day.

I loved looking up at Gheorghe’s stubbled, manly face as his expressions switched from lust to strain to something else entirely. I just comfortably lay there, my shoulders and head resting against the back of the sofa whilst my legs were flopped over his shoulders. I was full of his meaty cock, enjoying being stuffed as well as knowing any movement I felt was not coming from Gheorghe himself but instead from Bret or Justin. They were performing a two-man gang breeding of the gorgeous Romanian foreman, taking it in turns to fuck him and fill him with a poz load, all while my own toxic hole provided his dick with somewhere comfortable to be. He had spurted in me twice already, mostly from the pounding his prostate was taking rather than from actually fucking me, but his dick was big enough that it could soften and then harden again without slipping out. I was happy just to lie there, swirling his giant gold cross round in my hands, occasionally tugging on the chain, and gazing up at the beautiful hunk who was so readily taking my lovers’ potent loads in his unprotected neg hole. We were in the living room of Dad’s flat, having brought Gheorghe back here as his reward for keeping working all day even as K&K repeatedly bent Jonas and Pavel over the kitchen counter or bathroom sink to fuck more loads into them. The twins loved fucking the two younger builders, and Kieron had told me that it was always the same pairings. “I don’t know bruv” he had said to me, as we stood out on the balcony smoking when I had dropped by to see how things were, “I really fucking like Pavel. And he’s so fucking hot.” “What about Kane?” I had asked. “What do you think?” he had said, looking back through the window. Kane was sitting with Jonas at the crappy little table and chairs we’d found by the bin store, which we thought we’d bring upstairs temporarily to give the builders a place to have a tea break. There was a book open on the table, and though we couldn’t hear them with the balcony door closed, we knew Kane was slowly helping Jonas work on his English a bit more. He was even putting on a bit of a posh accent to help Jonas learn how they say things on the BBC, rather than the trashy way we speak out on the Ballard estate. “You reckon he likes him?” I had asked Kieron. “I know he does” Kieron had replied. “Fuck, maybe we’re going to end up in a… what the fuck do you even call a relationship with four guys?” “A quadruple?” I had responded, laughing. “Yeah” Kieron had said, smiling. “One of those.” I didn’t think it was too unlikely that they might end up in a more complicated thing with the two builders, and actually sort of hoped it did happen. Me and Bret do look alike, but there’s such a height difference that you could just think it was one of those weird coincidences or some narcissistic thing. This meant we could get away with being open about being together in public without a whole load of bullshit breaking out, as long as we didn’t use our surname. But Kane and Kieron had no chance of that, and while they sometimes took a ‘fuck it’ attitude and behaved like a couple in public places, I knew they held back most of the time and were getting more and more frustrated by it. If they ended up with Jonas and Pavel being with them too, they would at least have lovers they could be open with while enjoying each other behind closed doors. So, anyway, with Jonas and Pavel having had all the fun, games and loads that day, we three had brought Gheorghe back to ours. Brian and Sheila were off overnight seeing their son up in Manchester, so the Dragon was closed and I had the night off. I was antsy and really needed a cock inside me so I had gone to the park toilets and taken two loads there, but now it was the perfect set up as I could just be a hole for Gheorghe all night while Bret and Justin went crazy on his rear end. Justin was riled up after a day of dealing with nothing but bullshit stuff from stupid people across three estates, whilst Bret had been fucked and bred by six different guys at the gym and was really in the mood to be a top for a change. This worked well for Gheorghe who now craved taking the cocks and poz loads of two muscled studs all night, whilst I wanted nothing more than to be stuffed with his girthy dick until dawn. It wasn’t until dawn though, as four loads each seemed to be the limit for Bret and Justin. We all needed to sleep, so Justin and Gheorghe got into Bret’s bed while me and my brother got in mine. I was big spoon, and slid my dick inside him before kissing his back. He clasped his fingers with mine and pulled me closer to him, and then we slowly drifted off to sleep. It was still dark when I was woken up by Bret squeezing my cock with his hole, and we started gently rocking a bit so I was actually fucking him. As I began to feel my orgasm coming, I moved my hand to grip and tug on his huge silver neck chain while he flexed his hole to coax out my load. As soon as I blew, we both fell back asleep. It was light when we woke again, the noise of Justin resuming his ploughing of Gheorghe missionary style probably being what did it. Bret fucked a load into Gheorghe in the shower, and then we all sat down to have an amazing pancake breakfast he cooked for us. He then put on yesterday’s clothes and headed off to the flat to begin work again, whilst Justin got into his police gear and went off to the station for his shift. Bret and I put on some music and danced around a bit while we cleaned up the kitchen, which was all fun and laughter until we got into a slow dance when a ballad came on. A few minutes later he was bent over the table moaning as I thrust in and out of him, his chain and bracelets banging and scraping on the wood as I fucked him. He needed another shower after that, with me of course in there with him. He wasn’t on at the gym until the late shift, which started around the same time as mine at the Dragon. The twins were going to go to the other flat later to check on things, and probably have some more fun with the two younger builders, so we didn’t need to worry about that. This meant we had the whole day to spend together, but we had known that in advance so had made some arrangements. Today was going to be the day that Andrew finally took our cocks, assuming he didn’t bottle it. He was coming over around lunchtime, which meant we had a bit of time to chill out. We ended up getting a bit more sleep after our shower, with me curled up in Bret’s arms on the sofa. We were woken by a text from Andrew saying he was in a cab on the way, and that he had a buttplug in his hole so he was ready. “Guess this is happening then” Bret said. “He might still bottle it” I replied. “Nah” said Bret, smiling. “When he takes one look at us, he’s gonna be riding one of our cocks in no time. We’re a pair of fucking studs bruv.” I laughed out loud as Bret flexed his muscles for me in a really stupid way, before diving at him and ramming my mouth against his. We kissed really deeply, pawing at each other. “Woah” he said, pulling away from me. “We better stop now before I throw you on that sofa and mount your cock.” “Yeah” I panted. “We’ve got a little twunk to poz.” Andrew arrived shortly after, and was a ball of nervous excitement. Even though it was early we poured him a couple of shots of vodka to calm him down, and even got him to smoke a couple of cigarettes with us at the kitchen window. Once he had relaxed a bit we began to gently touch him, and then led him into the bedroom. “You sure you want this?” I asked him. “Please” he replied. “I want it so badly.” That was enough for us, and we began to get him undressed. He was wearing a royal blue jock, and sure enough there was a buttplug in his hole. Bret played with it for a moment, tapping or turning it to get a reaction from Andrew, but then he pulled on it to get it out. When it did pop out Andrew yelped, but it had done its job as his hole was open and ready. “Who do you want first?” Bret asked. “Luke” Andrew replied. “Well OK” I said, sharing a wink with Bret. I lay Andrew on his back and briefly licked and sucked on his modest but rock-hard cock. Then I lifted his legs and planted my face in his crack, licking around his loosened hole as he moaned in pleasure. Bret got on the bed next to Andrew and took hold of his ankles, freeing up a hand so I could slip a couple of fingers into the hole. It was clear he was ready, so I shuffled up to a kneeling position and we dropped his body down a bit to the right level. I put my cock at his hole, and then stared at him. “You want this cock in there?” I asked Andrew. “Yes” he whimpered. “You want my poz cock in your hole?” I said. “Yes!” he panted. “You want me to fuck this poz cock in your hole and then fill you with a toxic load?” “Yes!” he almost yelled. I smiled, and then pushed forward into him. He was loose, but my dick reached deeper than the plug had so he grimaced a bit as I planted the full length in him. I held in place while he got used to it, looking at his head thrown back and his eyes closed. But then he lifted his head and opened his eyes, staring up at me. His eyes worked down my body, and he reached out with both his hands and gently ran his fingers over the biohazard tattooed onto my torso. “Please Luke” he whispered, “I need this.” I began to thrust into him, and he gently moaned in enjoyment. I looked down at my cock sliding in and out of him, and liked how it looked to be fucking someone smaller than me for a change. He was really receptive, his whole body seeming to tell me he wanted this, loved this, and needed this. Bret turned his own body a bit so he could reach over with his other hand and begin to gently touch Andrew’s lean torso, before he ran his fingers up to his face. Andrew opened his mouth and began to suck on Bret’s fingers, moaning around them as I sped up my thrusts. “You want this?” I asked him, feeling my orgasm brewing. “Do it please” he moaned, as he brought his own hand up to tightly take hold of Bret’s. “Breed me Luke, breed me.” His hole repeatedly clenched on my cock as I began to unload in him, and he panted throughout in appreciation. “I can feel it” he whispered. “I just pozzed you” I panted. “I just pozzed you.” “Oh fuck yeah” he sighed. “I need it.” I slid out of him, hauling myself up on the bed next to him and collapsing on my back. Bret let go of his ankle, and Andrew flipped himself over onto all fours and took my cock in his mouth. He licked and sucked the remaining cum, while he arched his back to make it clear to Bret what he wanted. My brother smiled, then positioned himself and slid in. Andrew moaned around my cock as his hole was filled even more, but he showed no signs of pain so Bret just began to thrust. Andrew was in fucking heaven, no doubt about it, and the way Bret gripped the guy’s hips and got he a really focused expression on his face, I knew he was now seriously into what we were doing. I reckoned this must be how he looked when he fucked guys at the gym, including a growing number of so-called straight guys who were wrecking their futures for a few minutes with my stud of a brother. Bret roared like an animal when he came inside Andrew, and between watching him fuck as well as the oral attention on my cock, I was hard again. Andrew had of course noticed, and as soon as Bret withdrew from him, he got up on his knees and then swung one leg over to straddle me. He sat down on my cock, and I just lay there as he eagerly fucked himself on me while constantly rubbing one hand over my tattoo. Bret got hot and horny again, never really going soft after coming in Andrew, and when he got off the bed and went round behind the bouncing twunk, I knew what was coming. He put a hand on Andrew’s shoulder to stop him moving, and then bent him forward. “You want me inside you with my brother, don’t you?” Bret growled at him. “Oh fuck yeah!” Andrew panted. Bret squatted down, his incredible leg muscles flexing like crazy, and Andrew’s face contorted as I felt my brother’s dick sliding against mine as he pushed in. He took it slowly, but never stopped pushing forward until he was as far inside as he could get in that position. He held still until Andrew had started breathing more normally again, and then he began thrusting. Andrew’s mouth was wide open and his eyes squeezed closed, but his dick was so rock hard it looked like it might explode so I knew he was loving it. As I could feel my own orgasm coming on, and knew from Bret’s ragged breathing that his was close too, I took hold of Andrew’s cock and began to rub him. He threw his head back and came almost straight away, and the clenching of his hole as he did so set off me and Bret. Andrew’s hole was filled with two more loads of poz cum as he blew what might be one of his last neg loads over my stomach. We all needed a break after that, but me and Bret got four more loads into him before it was time for us brothers to get showered again so we could be on time for work. Andrew was a fucked-out mess, but was so happy and satisfied. “Thank you” he said to both of us as he hugged us together. “Thank you.” “Plenty more where that came from” I said. “Yeah” added Bret, “if you really want this then we might have to keep fucking you to make sure it takes.” Somehow Andrew got a boner again, and we all chuckled looking down at his shorts. Bret asked him if he had any plans for the rest of the day, and when he said he didn’t, we suggested he could hang out at our place if he wanted so we could pick up again later. Bret offered to take him to the gym and get him in if he wanted to work out or just relax in the spa, and I said he could stop by the pub for a drink and some food. We also said that the others would be around at various times later, and if he was up for it then they might be willing to add some poz loads to his hole. He asked if we were sure, and then when we said we were, he got really happy. I got him some of my gym and swimming stuff so he could go off with Bret, and also found the spare keys to give to him. They set off together, hurrying a little as Bret was now running late, and then I wandered down to the pub while setting out everything on the group chat. Andrew did stop by the pub a couple of hours later, saying he had really enjoyed the steam room but had spent most of the time sitting or standing near the store room listening to what was going on. “Bret got fucked a lot” he whispered to me at the bar. “I mean, he was in there just a few minutes after we arrived, he only came out once to go to the loo, and there was just guy after guy going in there in turn.” “Yeah” I chuckled, speaking quietly. “He’s basically like a piece of gym equipment now.” “It’s fucking hot” said Andrew. I had to agree, though I also still found it funny. Just a year ago I thought of my brother as this muscle-bound soldier who was probably fucking his way through all the girls in the town next to the barracks, and yet now he was on all fours on a bench in a store room at a gym taking cock for hours, loving every minute of it and getting paid for it too. Andrew ordered a burger and a beer, then went outside as it was a nice evening. I saw him lighting up a cigarette, meaning he was in the process of picking up something else toxic from us Ballards, and then after a bit Justin joined him after coming off shift and changing at home. I took a pint out to him partly to check on Andrew, but all was fine so I went back inside. We had a bit of a rush at the bar for a while, and when I went back outside to have a cigarette I found that K&K had arrived too with Pavel and Jonas in tow. “No Gheorghe?” I asked. “Too tired” said Kieron, winking at me. “Yeah” I sighed with a smile, imagining the hunky Romanian needed a good sleep after last night. “Good times.” It was clearly going to be a full house, as I imagined Jonas and Pavel would be in with the twins all night and going back to work straight from ours as Gheorghe had done that morning. But Andrew would enjoy Justin for sure, and me and Bret would join in later after work. I made sure everyone had the drinks they needed once I finished my cig, and then went back in to the bar as more customers were looking like they’d be getting in their next rounds soon. By the time I went back out again later for another smoke, everyone had gone back to the flat. When Brian and I had finished closing up the bar, I dashed to the Nisa before it closed to grab some cigarettes and rum. Aimee now had her jock boyfriend Will working there with her, and I chuckled to myself when I noticed he was glancing nervously at me while Aimee ran me up on the till. I winked at him, and saw his lips curl into a smile briefly before he got all flustered and turned around to shuffle the bottles on the shelf behind him. I decided to see if there was some fun to be had there later on, but only once I had helped convert Andrew, Gheorghe and Shane as that was a lot on my pozzing plate as it was. Jonas and Pavel were the twins’ projects at least. When I got back, Pavel and Jonas were clearly taking a pounding in the twins’ room, but when I listened at my door I could not make anything out. Figuring Justin and Andrew might be resting after a fuck, I decided to have a drink in the kitchen. I poured myself a rum and added some coke from the fridge, then fully opened the window and plonked a chair down beside it so I could relax with a cig. I caught up with messages on my phone, including a couple from Gheorghe thanking me and Bret again for a fun night, and one from Shane seeing when we could next hook up. I went back and forth with him for a bit, agreeing to see him in a couple of days as I needed to go to Stephen’s office again. There were also a couple from Grant proposing a scene for me to do solo, which sounded fun and could be done the next Monday on my night off from the Dragon, so I wrote back and agreed to it all while asking if I needed to wear anything special. He replied quickly saying I just needed to be in my bling and normal clothes when I got to his, and he would sort out the rest before he drove me to the venue. Bret then arrived home, and joined me in the kitchen for a drink. He just had a glass of straight rum with some ice, and before sitting down he leaned over and gave me a really deep kiss. “Missed you” he whispered, giving me a big smile. “Heard you had a busy day at the gym” I said, winking. “Yeah” he sighed. “While Andrew was there I was fucked into next week by a load of guys. They’d been waiting for me or something, so it was fucking full-on.” “Hot” I said. “I fucking love that you’re such a bottom for everyone there.” “You know I’m a fucking bottom for everyone everywhere” he laughed. “But then these two guys wanted me to top them. Groom and best man at a wedding next week for fuck’s sake.” “Fuck me” I said. “It was hot and all” he said, before taking a big inhale of his cigarette and blowing out the smoke, “but just fucking call off the wedding, you know?” “Yeah” I said. “They fucking each other?” He nodded, while taking a gulp of his rum. “Groom a complete bottom” he said. “Best man gay.” “Sounds like the groom is gay too” I said. “Closet case trying to please his parents” Bret said. “Kind of fucking annoys me, to be honest. Just man up, come out, and go off and be happy. Don’t fucking ruin some poor woman’s life.” “You starting to have second thoughts about fucking straight men?” I asked. “I dunno” he said. “I think I like helping the older married guys. You know, the ones who are starting to find a way out of being married. But those guys tonight just fucking got to me. The groom is a fucking coward, and I don’t know what the fuck the best man’s deal is but he’s going to get hurt and fucking hurt that woman too. So fucking pointless.” I put my drink down on the table, then got up and slid onto Bret’s lap facing him. I put my mouth on his and kissed him, then sat back and looked in his eyes. He brought his cigarette to his mouth and inhaled, and then I took it from him and did the same before stubbing it out. We then just looked at each other for a while, not really needing to say anything. Eventually I leaned in and kissed him again, before sliding off him and standing up. “Shall we go and see what the other two are doing?” I asked. He nodded, gulped back the last of his rum, and then stood up too. I held my hand out and he took it, and then we walked round to our bedroom door. I opened it up slowly, and we could see straight away that Justin was slowly and gently fucking Andrew missionary on Bret’s bed. “Room for two more?” I asked softly. Justin looked round and smiled, and so we went into the room and closed the door, ready to have another night of fun together.

Only if it sounds natural...I lose my wood if it sounds fake or to feminine. For me and me only...I want to hear a true moan from a man...not from someone who has watched to much porn and trying to sound like a female porn star!

It wasn’t until I was much older. Late teens, that I met some other subs. My man at the time used to get to gather with friends and the other men would bring their boys. We would all sit together and talk away from the men. I really liked it. We would all sit around and discuss our experiences. It made me realize there were others like me. They were also hiv positive and we could relate on that level too. I am still friends with most of them to this day.

@pozchaser21 I was wondering it Jake had just earned himself a punishment of his own for playing a top role when he is a bttm neg... but hopefully all will be corrected in daddy night, and that Jake picks a daddy with a suitably coloured wrist band! I'm also looking forward to the next roulette rounds... see how many loads Jake takes there, and if he becomes more pozitively enaged in the games 😈

I will also note that my first long term relationship was with my step dad who is 30 years older than me. I still find him to be so super hot. Also, the man that converted me is 20years older than me. When I go to the video store the men that always turn my head are wasted looking daddies. They can fuck me all they want.

If a top needs to take a leak I will drink his piss but only as a prelude to his fucking me. A Nigerian top who breeds me regularly came over a few months ago, bred me and fell asleep. In the morning he pissed in my mouth and bred me again which was a great start to the day.

Logged into sniffles from the hotel and saw a very sexy man under 200 feet away. Sexy, 6’, 220, thick, muscled, dark mocha, tatted skin, perfect porn stache curly hair and beard. Told him I was looking to get my holes fucked and loaded. He said he’d be there in 10 min. As soon as he entered the room, he went straight in for a passionate tongue kiss and feeling up our bodies. He was packing a solid 8” dick, nice and thick head and shaft. We laid down on the bed and made out. He smelled incredible. I moved from nips to his pits inhaling his scent and licking and tasting his pits. Moved down his muscled chest and abs to his dick which stood up straight and thick. I flicked the head and shaft with my tongue then swallowed the whole shaft to his pubes. He moaned out “fuuuck, that’s good”. I worked on his dick, stroking it up and down with my mouth then deep throating him and holding his glans in my throat. I moved off and down to his balls and inhaled as deep as i could. Fuck that musky, dark skin man-scent was perfect. I licked his taint and balls until he grabbed my head and told me to sit on his face. I moved up and he dove into my open man hole with his tongue. He worked it, i moaned with pleasure. He was getting it ready to take his thick dick. He had me move to my back and raised my legs. He rubbed his dick on my hole and slid in the head causing me to moan. He toyed, in, out, in, out..then sunk his shaft all the way to his pubes. I just moaned in bliss feeling his thick shaft open and spread my ass. He pumped in and out, slow, rhythmic pumps, picking up pace. He leaned in and we kissed, his dick leaking precum deep inside my gut. He rolled me over on my stomach and entered from behind. His fervor growing. He was focused on fucking, breeding, and seeding my hole. I begged him for his cum. “I want your cum deep in my gut. I want to feel your dick pulse and shoot deep in my ass.”, I said. He said my ass felt so good, smooth and loose, and he was going to load it up with his cum. He continued to fuck, moving in, out, pushing his dick sideways to rub against the walls of my ass. He rubbed my prostrate with his dick and thrust hard each time knowing it was driving me wild with desire. He turned me on my side, continuing the deep thrusts into my gut, kissing and fucking. He said he was getting close and pushed me back on my stomach. I raised my ass, he pounded hard and deep, sweat dripping from his chest. His scent was filling the room and I inhaled it fully. He moaned with his deep voice and said, “I’m cumming deep inside you.” Deep he did, full depth, his hairy pubes against my open hole. His dick throbbed deep in my hole. It continued several minutes, “I’m still coming.”, He stayed inside me making sure I got his entire load deep in my gut. When he softened and fell out, I moved down and cleaned up his cum covered dick head. His cum tasted so good. We laid panting. I gave him a massage. He recovered and we had round two. Before he left, I told him I was holding him inside me until I absorbed him completely. And I did.

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…

Life on this estate was shit, and everyone knew it. Fuck all in the way of work anywhere nearby, even less to do all day, and the buses were so shit you couldn’t even get anywhere without nicking a car. Being from a family of Ballards on an estate that was also called the Ballard made us say we were Kings Of The Estate, but that was like saying “emperor of the turd pile” given what a shithole this was. Well, maybe in summer it was alright, but it fucking sucked the rest of the time. Being the youngest of four brothers was particularly shit, or at least that’s how I felt about it. No hope of getting anything new, everyone was kind of sick of our family after the first three, and I was always the little runt who could be blamed for everything. I reckon my mum knew it wasn’t me most of the time, but that didn’t stop her taking one look at the shattered toilet I was still sitting in the middle of (crying), saying she couldn’t take any more, and disappearing from our lives completely. I was only eight then, and still thought it was all my fault even though the twins had smashed the bog with fucking hammers while I was just trying to take a shit. Since then it had just been Dad and the four of us. Maybe things were a bit better now Bret was off in the army. One less brother to give me shit. But I still had the twins on my case. Kane and Kieron. Fuckers. But they’d had a reality check recently, turning 21 and being told by Dad to find some fucking work or get the fuck out. I’d already beat them to it, getting some shifts at the Red Dragon after I turned 18, and now 19 I was also on days at Nisa Local. K&K fucking hated me for it, but there was no way I was giving any of that up just to make room for them. But they found work eventually, doing night shift security at one of the new data places that had been built nearby. Or at least that’s what they said. I’d checked out security jobs, and the pay was fucking shit for having to be walking around bored to fucking tears all night. Yet K&K suddenly seemed to have money to spend on shit, even after they’d handed a wad over to Dad each week that he would use to drink himself into a coma. There was no way they were doing security, I knew that much, so I reckoned they must be dealing drugs or something. They both suddenly had nicer clothes, these big silver chains, and started getting more tattoos even though that cost a fucking bomb. Turns out Dad was getting suspicious too,l when he was actually sober, asking questions sometimes even while he gladly took their cash. But, a couple of weeks after they’d both had the flu and then gone back to work, he took me aside. “Luke, I’ve spoken to Brian and he’s given you the night off from the bar” he said. “Why?” I asked. “I need the money.” “Not tonight” he said, getting some cash out of his wallet and handing it to me. “I’ve got another job for you.” “What?” I asked, staring at the money in my hand, which was way more than I would have earned at the pub. “I want you to follow those fucking twin brothers of yours and see what they’re actually up to” he said. “No fucking way they’re doing security.” “Oh” I said. “You don’t think so either, huh?” “Not with the money they’re pulling in” he said. “If they’re dealing then I want to know.” “OK” I said. “But they’ll fucking kill me if they find out.” “Don’t you worry about that” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “If they’re dealing then their feet won’t touch the fucking ground before they find themselves in the army.” So, I did as instructed. I headed out at my normal pub time, with Brian apparently instructed to tell K&K I was downstairs changing barrels and fixing equipment if they happened to go into the Dragon. I instead hung around near our block, dressed in dark colours and staying out of the street light so they wouldn’t see me. When they left, I let them go some distance away before I started to follow, occasionally jogging a bit to catch up if they went round a corner. They did start heading for the data centre, but then turned off towards town. I followed them down towards the canal, and then watched as they went down the stairs onto the towpath. I got to the bridge and watched where they were going, then went down myself and did my best to stay hidden as I followed them. Then they got to a door into one of the old warehouses, where they stopped after Kane knocked. The door opened and they went in, and I rushed up to see what this place was. The door was closed when I got to it, so I looked around a bit. There were some windows higher up, and I saw that there was a drainpipe next to one at the end of the building. I went up and grasped it, giving it a bit of a shake while being ready to run if it rattled, but it seemed solid. It had so many hoops round it holding it to the wall that I knew I could climb up, so after taking a few deep breaths I did just that. I was as quiet as I could be, and eventually made it up to where I could see in the window. I don’t know how the fuck I managed to stay quiet once I looked in. There were my twin brothers, both taking off their clothes with a load of other men around, most not wearing trousers or even pants. Then, I watched as my naked brothers bent over and started sucking off a man each. What the fuck?! I stayed quiet though, my mind racing, and so I got the whole show. While my brothers were sucking cock, another man went behind each of them and stuck a finger in their arses. Then those men pointed their cocks and rammed into my brothers. Kane and Kieron were being fucking spitroasted by a load of old men. They weren’t selling drugs to earn this money, they were fucking selling their own holes! I had seen enough, and slowly climbed back down the drainpipe. I started walking home, but was so fucking rattled that I headed towards the Trout & Heron once I was back on the bridge. It was a shithole pub, but I needed a drink. I stopped in at the shop and bought some cigarettes with the money Dad had given me, needing a smoke too. I got a pint and took it back out on the street, needing time and space to think. As I smoked the cigs and drank the beer, I realised there was no way I could rat out my brothers to my dad, as much as I fucking hated their guts sometimes. I also just kind of knew I did not want to mess with them about this, even though I had fucking earned the right after all the shit they had put me through. Maybe they were gay? Maybe they were such shits because they were trying to cover that up? One beer wasn’t enough, so I went back in and got another one. But as I drank it back out on the street, I couldn’t get what I’d seen out of my head. They were annoying fuckers, but I knew K&K were good looking. Bret was too, and Mrs Rani down at the takeaway had told me recently I was taking after them as I got older. So yeah, I guess I had sort of noticed again that Kane and Kieron were good looking, as they sucked on those cocks. I also noticed how muscled they both were now, with their new tatts kind of making more of that. I guess they looked good in there, bent over like that. I wondered what it felt like for them having a cock in their arse. Oh fuck. Where the fuck was my brain going? I’d just watched my brothers getting used by a bunch of men, and I’m fucking thinking they looked good and wanted to know what it was like?! What the fuck?! I stuck my half-full pint down on the windowsill of the pub, and ran. I needed to run. I needed to shut my fucking brain down. I needed a cold fucking shower. I ran all the way back up the hill to the estate, then stopped to get my breath back. Only once I was normal again, I went back to the block and up to the flat. “Sorry Dad” I said, holding out most of the cash he had given me to make him less angry. “I lost them.” “How?” he asked, sounding exasperated. “This fucking car full of drunk twats pulled up” I said. “These two girls thought it was fucking funny to not let me past.” He glared at me. “I went to the data place to see if they were there, but it was locked and no-one around” I said. “Looked around a bit but couldn’t see them anywhere else.” “Fine” he said, sighing. “Sorry Dad” I repeated. He turned back to the TV, meaning the conversation was over. I went off to my room, but sat down on Bret’s bed instead of my own. The sight of my brothers getting fucked popped back into my head again, and this time I started getting hard. I stood up and yanked down my trousers, grasped my cock and closed my eyes. Letting my head fill up with the sight of Kane sucking cock, Kieron getting fucked, and all those men standing around waiting to use them, I jerked off the biggest load of my life. But even after I spurted all over Bret’s bed, the images wouldn’t go away. “Fuck it” I said to myself. “Fucking fuck it!” I yanked my trousers up, grabbed my phone out of my pocket, and collapsed down on my bed this time. I opened up WhatsApp, typed out a message, but then paused. I stared at what I had written, breathing quickly as I read and re-read it. But then I felt excitement build up in me and I hit my thumb on Send. I know. I know how you’re getting all this fucking money. And I want in.

Jake's heart raced with excitement as he stumbled upon his favorite spot in Central Park that night. The air was thick with the scent of lust and the promise of a good time. His skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat from his earlier conquests, his hole still pulsating from the last stranger who had claimed it. His tight, little body was dressed in a way that screamed "use me," with a jockstrap barely containing his plump ass and a tank top that did nothing to hide his hard nipples and arched back. He had a knack for attracting the right kind of attention—specifically, the muscular, hairy, and dominant men who craved his youthful, submissive spirit. The two daddies he often encountered had become somewhat of a myth to him—his own personal sex gods. They were tall, burly, and had thick, uncut cocks that Jake could barely believe were real. They had always taken him to the limits of his endurance, filling him up with their seed before disappearing into the night like phantoms of his darkest desires. Tonight, however, was different. As he approached their usual spot, he found them leaning against a tree, smoking cigars. Their eyes locked onto him like predators spotting prey, and Jake felt his cock stir in his jock. "Hey, boy," one of them called out, his deep, gruff voice sending a shiver down Jake's spine. "Why don’t we try something different tonight." Jake's eyes widened with anticipation, and he practically sprinted over to them, eager to find out what this special treat could be. “Come with us and we’ll make sure you have a great time,” one said. The other daddy grabbed his arm and pulled him to their next location. As they arrived at what Jake assumed was the men’s apartment, he walked in to see a large living room, toys and gear all around, and a sling in the corner against the windows for all the neighbors to see. “This seem like something you’d be interested in, boy?” one of the daddy’s growled. Jake just nodded, amazed. The daddies started to undress, and Jake finally got a good look at them in actual light—not the moonlight and streetlamps of the park. They were perfect. Tall, muscular, and hairy. Thick beards, big hands, and bigger feet. Jake just stood there amazed, seeing their jockstraps barely contain their massive bushes and thick, pulsating cocks. “Now, you’ve always impressed us in the park. But we’re thinking of going a bit harder tonight.” The first daddy, whose name Jake had never bothered to learn, pulled out something from his pocket. "You ever tried this?" he asked, holding up a small pipe filled with meth. Jake smiled and nodded eagerly. He had read about it in all his seedy chatrooms—how it could make you feel invincible, like you could take on the world. Or, in his case, the two of them. He didn't need much persuading. He smiled as the daddy lit it, took a hit, and blew it deep into Jake’s open mouth. Inhaling the sharp, chemical smoke deep into his lungs. The rush was immediate, making his skin tingle and his cock throb. He took the pipe and smoked a bit more. The two daddies didn't waste any time. They stripped him of his few remaining clothew and began to play with his body, their rough, calloused hands exploring every inch of his smooth, hairless flesh. They manhandled every inch of him until they finally unleashed what was hiding in their jockstraps. Two absolutely massive, ripe uncut cocks. The first daddy fucked him raw, his furry, muscular body pounding into Jake's eager ass. The second daddy took his time, stroking Jake's cock and whispering filthy words into his ear. They shared him, using his holes like they owned them, and Jake couldn't get enough. He had never felt so alive, so alive, so... used. The night turned into a blur of pleasure and pain. Jake lost count of how many times he was filled and emptied, his ass stretched to its maximum capacity. The daddies were relentless, their appetite for his youthful body insatiable. They fisted him, used toys on him, and even had him suck them off simultaneously, his mouth and throat a mess of saliva and precum. As dawn began to break, Jake was a mess of sweat, cum, and meth-induced euphoria. His ass was raw and his jaw was sore, but he was in heaven. He had been used all night long by the two men he had come to crave, and he had loved every second of it. The daddies finally climaxed, one after the other, filling his ass and mouth with their hot, thick loads. Jake swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of their cum as it slid down his throat. They tossed him out of the apartment with a slap on the ass, a wink, and a promise to see him around. Jake stumbled away, his legs wobbly and his spirit soaring. He had been claimed by the two daddies in the most primal way possible, and he felt utterly and completely alive. He didn't know when he'd see them again, but he knew he'd be back, craving more of their rough, unbridled lust. This was his world—a world of anonymous sex, no strings attached, and endless streams of cum to satisfy his ever-hungry hole.

I fuck that way. I've always fucked that way. It doesn't make me less dominant, and I'm not taking a label for it. Maybe straight men and assholes really do just use bottoms for their own pleasure. Maybe some subs like to pretend it's all about the top's pleasure, as if they don't like sucking dicks. But something's wrong if we have the idea that a top caring about a bottom's pleasure makes him less dominant. It's an illusion and a fantasy that tops don't care about their performance. Or that doms always take what they want. Doms always give a sub what they want, unless they ignore a safeword and make the session non-consensual. This is how I see it: when I fuck, I'm competing with other men who have fucked that bottom. If I fuck better than they did, that's a way of dominating not only the man I'm breeding but (some of) the other tops who have shot in that same hole. So caring about my performance, and doing what I want to do to him in the way he likes it done, isn't being submissive. Sub tops exist. A lot of them are mentally submissive but have a block over being penetrated. Bi men who identify as straight might be that way. But I think most genuine top men are proud of their ability to satisfy bottoms at the same time they satisfy their natural urge to dominate, penetrate and breed.

The three of us worked over Andrew throughout the night, though Justin eventually waved the white flag and said he needed to get some sleep before his shift in the morning, and he had relocated to the sofa in the lounge. Me and Bret knew we could sleep during the day before our evening shifts, so we just kept on using Andrew with short naps in between. Even though he didn’t have a lot of experience, his hole had some serious stamina which just showed what an excellent fucking cumdump he was going to be. But we had listened to what he’d said before, and Bret was more than willing to be the first guy that Andrew topped. He fucking loved it, blown away by having this hunky ex-soldier almost twice his size so happily taking his cock. I let him in me later too, but I could tell he found fucking Bret more exhilarating so I set an alarm on my phone for half an hour before I knew Justin’s would go off. “If you think seeing your cock sliding in and out of Bret is something” I said to him, after I’d flipped him over and slid myself into him as payback, “just wait until you fuck that stud out there.” Sure enough, the next morning the alarm went off, and I sent Andrew off to do the deed. Bret wrapped his arm back round me and fell asleep again, but I stayed awake and listened out in case there was a problem. But within 5 minutes Justin was starting to moan in pleasure from the lounge, that special sound that I just fucking love to hear when that masculine god shows off what a bottom he is. I heard Andrew climax, but a few minutes later Justin’s moaning began again. I smiled, and then snuggled back into Bret and closed my eyes. Justin was apparently 45 minutes late for work that morning. We sent Andrew home in a cab, exhausted but about as happy as I reckon a person can be. He promised to let us know if anything happened, and we promised to fuck him plenty more times whether it was needed or not. With him gone, and some toast eaten, me and Bret went back to bed and slept all wrapped up in each other for a few hours. When we woke up I cooked some pasta and cheese sauce for us to eat before work, while Bret just sat on a chair in the kitchen chatting with me. “I love this” he said, as we were eating. “What?” I asked. “This” he said. “You and me, just being boring.” I chuckled at him, and then reached over and put a dab of cheese sauce on the end of his nose. He blew me a kiss, and then wiped it with his finger and licked it off in a sexy way. We just smiled at each other for a moment, and then got back on with eating. But all night I kept thinking about what he’d said, and the way he had looked at me. Yeah, I now knew my big brother was also a big softy, but even then he kept surprising me with how affectionate he was, and how much he loved me. Maybe I had insecurity or something, but every time he said or did something like that, it made me stop and realise that it was actually all true. It was an uneventful night at the Dragon, and I didn’t see any of the others. Justin left the station late to make up for the morning, the twins were having a rare quiet night alone at home, and Bret was obviously at the gym. I didn’t mind though, as I was actually still really tired and kind of ready for a quiet one myself once the pub was closed. When I did go back, the twins were in their room, whilst Justin was on the sofa watching Netflix. I grabbed a glass of water and then went over and sat down with him, the pair of us shuffling around a bit so I could lean on him with his arms round me. He gave me a kiss on the side of the head, and then we just relaxed together. Bret came back later than usual looking fucking knackered, and he lay down on the sofa and put his head on my lap. I draped my arm over him, and he just quietly said he was sore from working out. “Just that?” I asked. “No” he chuckled. “Two fucking Turkish giants as well.” “At the same time I’m guessing” Justin said. “Twice” Bret responded. “You could run a fucking tube train up there now.” We went back to relaxing together in silence, before Justin yawned. I was well ready for bed too despite how late Bret and I had got up, so we switched off and headed to our room. We went to sleep squeezed onto Bret’s bed, with me in the middle and the two big hunks wrapped around me. There was no sex, and it was still perfect. The next morning I decided to go to see Dad, and out of the blue Kane said he would come with me. Kieron and Bret went off to do a big food shop as it was like Mother Hubbard was running the fucking household, and would go to the other flat later to see how things were going. “You OK bruv?” I asked Kane, as we walked down to the bus stop. “Yeah” he said. “It’s just…” “What?” “Last night” he said. “Me and K didn’t have sex.” “And?” I asked. “I dunno” he said. “All we did was just fucking lie in bed together watching shit on my phone, and it felt like the best night of my life or something.” I stopped and turned to him, smiling. “Bruv” I said. “It’s OK. We did exactly the same thing basically. It means you’re in love you big moron.” He laughed as he playfully punched my shoulder, and then we carried on walking down. “I guess you’re right” he said. “It just felt really fucking good. I didn’t think that would happen without sex.” “I know” I replied. “We’ve been fucking like crazy lately, so I guess we all needed a break.“ “Yeah” he said. “But break’s over, right?” I said, chuckling. “Fuck yeah” he laughed. “Got some builders to breed later.” We talked about the builders, and he admitted that he did feel something special for Jonas like Kieron had suggested. I decided to tell him about what I’d been thinking, in terms of having relationships they could be open about in public, and Kane got really thoughtful and quiet on the bus after that. But when we got off he said that he hadn’t thought of it like that, but it made sense and kind of felt right. “You have to find out if Jonas and Pavel are feeling like you two are” I said. He nodded, and then put his arm round my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. He kept his arm loosely resting there until we reached the rehab centre, which I really liked as it just showed how much my relationship with him had changed over the last few months. Dad was noticeably different than I’d seen him, being quite lively and chatty. As it was a nice day we went outside into the garden area and walked a few laps with him before sitting at one of the picnic tables on the patio. He talked about the other people there, how he was sleeping better now, and the fact that he liked the food. Only when we sat down did he start asking questions about us and life at home. “You two aren’t dealing or burgling are you?” he asked. “No” Kane replied. “Why?” “All this silver” he said. “You must be up to fucking something to have the money for it.” “Dad” I said, “we’re not doing anything illegal or anything. But there are some things we’re going to have to talk to you about when you’re ready.” Kane shot me a look, but I just nodded at him to let him know it was OK. “Well” said Dad, “I’m ready.” “Not today” I responded. “But none of it is bad, OK?” Dad looked at both of us in turn, but then nodded. “My therapist says I need to let go of things” he said, “so I’ll take your word for it.” I decided to tell him about Stan and Winston, though I made out that I’d got to know them at the pub and had been helping them out with things and spending time with them for months before they died. Dad seemed a bit unsure about it all, but again he just let it go for the time being. I didn’t go so far as to say we brothers would all be moving in there together, as I wanted to have found out more about what it would mean for Dad and the current flat beforehand. We both brushed off questions about girls and instead focused on updating him about Bret’s job at the gym, though without the extra sordid details of course. A woman came out of the patio doors and sat down next to Dad at the table. She introduced herself as Susan, his therapist, and then suggested that this was a good time for him to start having the conversations with us that they had been discussing in their sessions. Dad looked really nervous, but she got him calmed down with some breathing exercises that it was just fucking weird to be watching, but then he started talking. He went all the way back to when we were younger, and the things we would not have known about. Mum had got depressed after I was born, and had never really come back from it. Dad had then found out she was sleeping with other men, but had stuck by her as he knew she was having a lot of trouble. But things had not got any better, and she had stopped even lying about what she was doing outside their marriage. Dad had wanted to hold things together, but she had made it clear she had no interest in them still being together. He had managed to convince her to still be a mum to us and to pretend like we were a family, and she had reluctantly agreed for several years. Dad told us the spare single mattress they kept under their bed was actually what he pulled out and slept on at night, though often he just went to the sofa. He had put up with it for a long time, but was lonely and it all got too much for him one night when he had been out with his friends from the factory to celebrate one of their birthdays. “It was a guy called Rob” he said, staring at the table. “What was?” Kane asked, after there had been a few seconds of silence. “Boys” Dad said, sighing. “When your mum and me stopped, you know, it was something else I needed.” “Men?” I asked. He nodded. “Before your mum, I, er…” he said, but stopped again and his face looked really pained as he stared at the table. “Dad” I said, “would it help you to get this out if I told you that me, Bret, Kane and Kieron are all gay?” His face shot to mine. “What?” he asked. “Yep” I said. “I’m not messing with you Dad. That was one of the things we were going to talk to you about later.” “Oh” he said, staring at me. “It’s true Dad” Kane said. “We all are.” Dad didn’t say anything, so Susan began softly speaking to him. However, he waved at her to stop, and then turned back to me. “Luke” he said. “Thank you for telling me that. It does help.” “OK” I replied. “So, yeah, I guess I don’t have to be so fucking scared of talking about this then” he said. He went on to tell us about starting to hook up with Rob, from blowjobs to fucking Rob to having Rob fuck him. After hesitating again, he admitted that he had also started having anonymous encounters with men in parks, toilets, bars and other places. “But then your mum left” he said. “I thought she’d gone missing until she finally fucking wrote me a bloody letter.” He told us about his whole life turning upside down as he tried to cope with looking after us on his own, especially as the older boys began acting out even more than they had been. He said he stopped doing anything with Rob or other men, and was so tired and stressed at the end of each day that he often cried himself to sleep. But he had managed to keep going until the factory closed, and then had fallen into depression. He handled it with booze, becoming an alcoholic, and could not actually remember much of the past few years except in nightmares. He then paused, and sat staring at the table. “Go on Ed” said Susan, taking his hand. “It’s time.” He hesitated for a moment longer, and then looked up at me and Kane. “I just want to say I’m sorry” he said, with tears in his eyes. I looked over at Kane, and was surprised to see tears rolling down his face too. Not surprised that he was upset, but surprised that he would allow himself to cry in front of Dad. “I’m sorry too” said Kane. “I know I was a fucking little shit. Kieron and Bret too.“ “That’s OK son” Dad said. “It was fucking messed up at home, and you were just boys.” “No” said Kane. “It wasn’t fucking OK. I still can’t believe the shit we put Luke through, and I guess what you and Mum had to put up with as well. I’m sorry.” The apologies went back and forth until Susan intervened, suggesting that we should focus not on the past but on the future. She said Dad had some way to go, but would need our help once he was home so he could avoid a relapse into reliance on alcohol. Kane and I did a sideways glance at each other, but did not say anything more about our upcoming move to the other flat. We just listened to what she had to say, talked to Dad a little more, and then agreed with them both that all four of us would come back soon for a full session to discuss everything further. “Fuck me” said Kane, as we lit up cigarettes back out on the street. “Yeah” I said. “I guess we at least know where we all got the gay from.” I needed to see Stephen while I was in town, so Kane headed back to the bus so he could join Kieron at the building site. I got done what I needed to on all the legal shit, and then went off to meet Shane. He could tell I was rattled, and fed me a couple of shots of vodka while I talked about some of it. He was open-mouthed by the end, and poured himself a shot while dishing out a third for me. I did eventually fuck him thinking it might help take my mind off it all, but it didn’t work and he could see I was distracted. He put me in the shower, took a quick one himself after, and then we went out for a walk down to the river. It was really nice just talking to him some more about everything. “Shane, mate” I said. “Is it OK if we stay friends after?” “After what? My conversion?” he asked. “What do you mean is it OK?” “I just mean that I want to stay friends with you” I said. “I like you, and I like having a friend like you.” “Oh come here you big poof” he said, wrapping his arms round me in a hug. “Of course it’s fucking OK. It’s more than OK. I like you too, and yes, I want to be your friend too.” “Really?” I asked. “Yes really” he said. “Luke, welcome to the big gay world. Half of us have fucked our friends at some point.” I laughed as he let go of me. “Half?” I said. “Well, I don’t know the actual fucking number” he said, “but amongst my friends there’s been all sorts of past relationships, friends-with-benefits or just ill-advised drunken fumblings in the past. It’s normal, and as long as you don’t get hung up about shit, it’s fine.” “Well, OK then” I said. “What you’re doing for me is always going to make you very special to me” he said. “I know you don’t want anything more than that, and that’s fine. I’ll settle for being your friend.“ I went home feeling better, and having got a text from Bret to say he was heading over to the gym early so he definitely got a workout in before whatever else started happening once his shift started, I just got changed for the pub. But as I was about to go back out, the door was unlocked and opened from the other side, with Justin coming in still in his uniform. He closed the door, then turned round and took my face in his hands. He planted his lips on mine and gave me a deep kiss, and had a big smile on his face when he pulled back. “I needed that” he said. “Did something happen?” I asked. “Nah” he said, still smiling. “Just always need that.” My heart skipped a little beat as I started grinning back at him, and I grabbed his vest and yanked him closer to me. The second kiss was much longer and deeper, and he looked almost high after I pulled back. “Now you’re just going to fuck off to the pub and leave me like this, aren’t you?” he whispered. “Yup” I replied, grinning. “But I’ll be back later.” As it happened, he could not wait until later. Taking a leaf out of Stan and Winston’s book, he came by the pub close to my break time, and he round the back of the bins I fucked and bred my absolute hunk of a policeman boyfriend. He was itching for more too, and was waiting for me when the pub closed. “Off duty for a couple of days” he said, as I lit up a cigarette for the walk back. “And?” I asked. “And” he said, grinning, “that means I can do whatever tonight.” ‘Whatever’ turned out to mean he was in the mood to be fucked again, and I was buried inside him about 30 seconds after we got through the door. After I put another load in him he was down on me cleaning me up but also trying to get me hard again, so I decided to have some fun with his horniness. I got him to put all his police gear on, and then he lay back on the sofa and I slid into him missionary. Bret came home during that fuck, and he was all horned up too so he pushed into my hole for a chain fuck. He saved the load for Justin though, ploughing into our boyfriend once I had bred him again. This went on all night, with Kane and Kieron even fucking a load each into him when they got back from live-streaming a session with two older guys in an apartment in town. Bret and I double-fucked our last loads of the night into Justin on my bed, and then we all went to sleep on Bret’s. The next morning the hunk was still insatiable though, so I took him with me to the park toilets to show him the ropes. We didn’t see him for the next three hours, and when he got back he finally seemed satisfied. “You’re such a cumdump lately” Bret said to him. “What’s up?” “I don’t know” said Justin. “But it’s starting to be a problem. I nearly fucking mounted some passed out druggie in the cells yesterday when I saw his dick was hard through his shorts.” I suggested he reach out to Grant to line up a gangbang or two, and in the meantime he went with Bret to the gym to offer himself up in the storeroom before stopping by the pub to take a load from me during the break. He came by again later looking truly fucked-out, and admitted he’d gone back to the park loos after. Bret and I fucked him some more that night, but demanded a better night’s sleep so left him to lie on the other bed with a big dildo until he finally passed out too.

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I find communicating with younger guys MUCH easier.. 40 now and I am being hit by younger guys (in their 20s and 30s) quite seriously. I remember that in my 20's Grindr was a dead water. Almost no one my age and others were few and far between, and yea, almost every profile was a blank space. After talking a while I was like: 'Would you sen me a facepic? You've got mine here in an open..' And usual response was: 'Nope'. So sometimes I went berserk: 'And you expect us to meet in person with that attitude?'... and it went like this for years.. And then younger generation started to appear.. (all 10+ younger than me) and what a change! Profiles had pics, who didn't have facepic, usually sent it without me asking. And older ones didn't evolved much (one actually accused me of having pictures of someone else in my profile. (so I sent him a photo of me with newspapers). Long story short: As I don't fuck with morons, I prefer younger guys. P.S.: My boyfriend is 16 years older, but he is one in thousand kind of exception (in intelligence and manners on-line). ...And FB's are 22 and 29.

“You OK there bruv?” Bret softly said to me. “Comfy” I replied, causing him to chuckle and gently rock me in the process. We were on my bed, with me lying on his back and still buried inside him. I had my eyes closed as I rested my head against his shoulder blade, enjoying being gently raised and lowered as he breathed. “Me too” he said, giving my softening cock a squeeze with his hole. We lay in silence for a bit longer, but then my fucking bladder betrayed me and I had to reluctantly get off my brother and go for a piss. When I came back into the room he was lying on his side waiting for me, so I climbed into the bed in the little spoon position and let out a happy sigh as he put his arms round me and began to kiss my neck. “This is still the best” he whispered. “What is?” I replied, starting to feel a little sleepy. “Being with you” he said. “I love Justin, it’s fun when we all fuck as a family, the gym is awesome, and those builders are fucking hot, but bruv, being with you is still the best.” “Don’t let Justin hear you say that” I chuckled, but Bret then squeezed me a bit. “He knows” he said. I turned myself over in his arms so I was lying on my back, where I could look at his face properly. “He knows?” I asked. “Little bruv” Bret said, staring into my eyes with a look on his face that was making me melt, “Justin knows you come first. I love him, and I fucking love that I get to be with both of you, but it’s you that comes first.” I stared up at him, and then put my hand on his cheek. “I love you Bret” I whispered. “I love you Luke” he replied. We kissed really deeply, and my sleepiness disappeared. My dick began to harden again as me and Bret kept our mouths mashed together, with me having rolled onto his front where I could feel his rock-hard cock beneath me. I was gearing up to mount him, but he started to pull his legs back and I realised he wanted me inside him again. This had become a thing when it was just us, with Bret always needing to be the bottom. He’d fuck me if Justin was there, the beefy soldier in him coming out as he would pound me senseless, but when we were alone he was now always really tender, needy and almost submissive. Even if I really wanted to take his cock, seeing my muscled hunk of a brother begging to have me penetrate him always did the trick to bring out my top side. “Please” he whispered, as our mouths briefly parted. “You want it again” I whispered back. “Always want you in me” he said. “Always.” I slid down and got between his legs, lifting them back and then guiding my cock to his hole. I slid in, and then leaned forward over his body. “I love you Luke” he said again. Our eyes never parted as I fucked him for a second time, and when I blew in him he began shooting on his own stomach without having touched his cock. I collapsed on to him and he held me until our breathing had calmed, and then I pulled my arse back to slide out of him before moving myself up his sweaty tattooed body and resting my head on his chest. He put his arms round me, and we quickly drifted off to sleep.

My load soaked my fuzzy chest, firm pecs, all the way up to my well trimmed beard. I was surprised at the amount since this was my third load of the day, all produced while watching a video of the ripped 19 year old stud who was renting one of the smaller apartments in my building. On my computer screen, the webcam recording showed him going from fully clothed, to naked and hard, to shooting his hot teen spunk onto a pair of black lace panties(left on his bedroom floor by one of the sorority sisters who shared the 3 bedroom apartment above his). Every time I watched it, I always ended up cumming when he reclined on his bed and described fucking her in the stairwell only 5 yards from his landlord's (aka my) door. As the vid rolled on to his massive explosion, I began to get hard again but had to put it away before I rubbed myself raw. How did I find myself stroking to my hot, young buck-of-a-tenant? With a little luck, some careful planning and a bold goal. This was only stage one of my plan to transform Derek from a normal, innocent young ladies man into my personal plaything. It all began when he walked into my rental office and asked if I'd had a chance to look at his application for the smallest unit, hidden near the back of the building in the basement. Normally I do not rent to college guys, due in part to their irresponsible tendencies, and in part to my perpetual hardon whenever I am near one. Derek could see my reluctance before I spoke, and cut me off with a well thought out list of reasons why I'd be lucky to have him living there. After the usuals, like tidy habits, quiet hobbies, etc., he added that he was working two jobs to pay for school since losing his athletic scholarship due to a blown out knee. His warm smile, round cheeks, deep blue eyes and dusty blond hair made me want to say yes, but his tight tee shirt and shorts led me to say no. Still he persisted, practically begging, since his dorm was too loud to study and all the other apartments within walking distance of his jobs and the school were either too expensive or taken. I apologized and waved for him to leave, knocking down a stack of flyers accidentally. He bent to help me recover them, causing his sagging briefs to reveal his firm bvd covered buns. When he stood up, his shirt rode up, giving me a tantalizing view of the most chiseled abs I'd ever seen in real life. He moved in two days later, and soon his fan club included all of the ladies in the building as well. After he was let go from one of his jobs, I decided to take advantage of the situation, hiring him on as afternoon help in the office. Now that we were spending a few hours a day together, I discovered just how naïve Derek truly was. Everyday some girl would find an excuse to come interrupt us in order to check out Derek, but he would just blush and get shy. One of the smutty sorority girls from the third floor even came by in her bikini (on her way to the pool lol) and the only thing that proved he was alive was the obvious outline of hard teen meat in his pants. "damn those are nice tits." I said once she left. Derek was caught off guard but agreed whole-heartedly. "fuck yeah man, and what a sweet ass." he added while trying to discreetly readjust his hefty hard on. "wish she'd invite me out for a swim." "if you asked," I laughed at his innocence. "She'd let you tittyfuck her in the middle of times square." This began our free discussion of sex, which proved, as I thought, that Derek's experience was limited to some sloppy head from drunk party girls, and 4 sessions of missionary with a girl from his high school. Since he was too shy to approach girls outright, I suggested he try meeting them online. At first he seemed hesitant, until I told him about sites where girls with webcams would strip and masturbate if he found the right one. The next day was spent with him regaling me with tales of smutty bimbos creaming on cam, and his desperation upon discovering they'd do more if he had a cam too. Begin phase one: I offered to let him use the office computer after closing time as long as he was careful not to be seen. Meanwhile I downloaded security software so each of his sessions was saved for my pleasure. After a few weeks of scenes where he'd only whip it out at the end and usually cum off camera, I became proactive. The thing I should have mentioned before is my real profession: drugs. I make a tidy living selling to the local campus and surrounding area, with a select few of my employees living in the apartments, right next door to unsuspecting students and model citizens. One such employee was the same girl that gave Derek a fashion show in her string bikini, and she owed me big. A few months earlier she'd given in to temptation and spent 3 days with her ass in the air at a local frat house, getting gang banged and smoking almost 300 dollars in Tina, which she still owed me. She had no problem with my plan to work it off by seducing Derek and convincing him to perform a stroke show for her while she was "out of town." All it took was getting her to catch him at the computer one night and she had him. Friday night I could hear them fucking on every surface of his apartment, and from the sounds of it, he was talented. The following morning he was at my door by 7, recounting every glorious moment. "I could pound her cunt forever Mr. E," he praised. "it sucks that she is going to visit her family this weekend, but she wants to video chat tomorrow night. I want to make her squirt on the keyboard." "Then you better get some moves Derek," I said, leading him onto phase two. "Why don't you watch some dudes who jack off on cam for money, see what they do that works best, then copy it for her?" The result of his research was the video I can't stop watching, with another session the next morning. As expected, Derek became obsessed with getting her on his cock, which was difficult to fit in with his classes, afternoons in my office, evenings bussing tables at the old Chicago's, and the 90 minutes a day in the gym. He skipped a couple work outs to hook up with her, before I told her to only be free during his bussing shifts instead. this leads us to Phase three: deciding between paychecks and pussy. "so what should I do, sir?" he always called me by my last name or sir, which had me hard in no time. "Do I keep giving up shifts for the fuck of a lifetime, or do I tell her I can't do it then?" "first of all, she is just a piece of ass Derek," I educated him in the secret to women. "She seems magical now, but I bet I can find you another slit who is even hotter if she can't be bothered. Second, didn't you say you'd been doing those cam shows every weekend with her? Why not do a live show for a paying audience? Chances are you'd make enough in one night to equal a month at that shitty restaurant." He declined, but left with a look on his face that told me he wasn't as sure about it as he let on. When he went to his 'girlfriend' that evening and told her he needed to work, she informed him that he could either do her when she was free or she would find a new stud. Stunned and a little heartbroken, he went to work, but texted me when he was on his way home that night: Taking u up on offer 2 find new girl, and decided to do the pay show. C u tomorrow. Saturday night he did his first show and made enough that he quit his busboy gig before the clock hit midnight. A week later, he'd done three shows and had enough to splurge on some beer and brats, which I shared in. He'd never had any beer before, except a sip here and there to seem cool at parties, but my influence was having its desired effect, so he'd finished his third when my 'surprise guests' arrived at my door. Lana and Lois were two of my regular clients, buying enough each week to provide their clients with enough crystal for any and all dates they scheduled. As pros go, these two were the least skanky, but they still had the hints of 'will fuck for cash' in their clothes, make-up and long hair. Lana was some sort of Asian/Hispanic mix, with dark red loose curls, and per my instructions, she was wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tight tank top. Lois was creamy white with black straight lochs, and her huge breasts were barely covered by her tight, see through dress. Derek sat in silence while I lead them inside and asked them to join us while I got them their goodies. Phase 4: introduce Derek to drugs as a side dish to hot pussy. As expected, his jaw dropped when I admitted to selling drugs to these "sweet grad students." if Lois hadn't sat in his lap when I brought it all out to measure it, he probably would have run for it, but after some drinks, he was all too eager to let her grind into his lap. Accepting a couple beers, they playfully flirted with us both, suggesting all the wicked things they could imagine happening if they got high with us. By the time I brought out a pipe and asked Derek if he minded if we smoked it, Lois had taken his hand and slid it between her thighs, riding his fingers and whispering how horny Tina made her. "Tina? Who are you talking about?" Derek asked, his eyes drifting to where Lana had joined me on the couch, her hand in my fly getting me hard. "this," she said, loading some crystals into a pipe, lighting it, and exhaling a giant cloud. "is Tina. Wanna try some? It make Dicks throb, pussies drip, and orgasms like you won't believe." "I don't do drugs," Derek said, regurgitating the line he'd been hearing since he could crawl. "isn't it bad for you?" "Yeah, but so am I," Lois moaned as she slid off his fingers and walked over to hand me the pipe. I took a huge hit and shotgunned it back to her before reaching out and tugging on her dress so her tits popped out of it. I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth while Lana and Lois hit the pipe, shotgunning back and forth. Derek stood up and walked over to our miniature orgy, pressing his huge bulge against Lois' bubble butt, but still declining the pipe. "Don't pressure him if he doesn't want to, he's just a kid Lois." I said dismissively, taking a huge hit while Lana fished out my hard 8 inch Dick and swallowed it whole. Really, I was fed up with his prudishness, and I winked at Lois who turned around and backed Derek into his seat. "That's okay," Lois said, stripping out of her dress entirely. "Lana and I will just fuck around with your boss. Maybe you can join us next time, but I guess it's just us grown ups tonight baby boy. Lock the door on your way out." Derek sat speechless while the three of us continued getting naked and grabbed the pipe to head for the bedroom. "How... How do I smoke it?" Derek's soft voice stopped us as we were almost out of sight. I smiled before turning back around a walking over to show him in nothing except my dogtags and socks. "go ahead and get him started while Lana and I get ready for you two." Lois said before pulling Lana into the bedroom and shutting the door. They knew I wanted to be alone with Derek when I got him addicted to meth, so I'd always be the first thing on his mind when he smoked it. "Hold this but don't inhale until I tell you," my hard dripping meat pulsed while I lit the torch and cooked the crystals, until a thick white cloud swirled out of the round bowl. "Ok, now suck as hard as you can boy." Derek did as he was told, inhaling until he couldn't anymore, then coughing hard for a minute while I took my turn. We did that back and forth, and in only a minute or two, Derek's whole body came alive and started humming for sex. "Get undressed for those hot bitches. We're wasting the smoke boy," I said, watching Derek peel off his tight tee shirts and slide off his basketball shorts, leaving him in tennis shoes and a pair of white briefs that barely contained his massive rod. "this time, exhale your smoke into my mouth and I'll do it for you too." When he leaned in to shotgun, his briefs grazed my thigh, causing us both to drip precum. When I returned the favor, I got closer so our lips were almost touching, bring our hard cocks together, separated by the thinnest of cottons. His next exhale, I leaned in and our lips rested against the other's, as I felt the pulse of his racing heart pumping through his shaft and head. The last hit before we went in the bedroom, I put my arm around his shoulders, and peeled away his briefs with my free hand, kissing him hard and gripping his penis for a long moment before striding away. When he recovered from shock, he ran after me, and we spent the next six hours trading off using the girls' in every combination imaginable. By the time we shot our loads, Lana was practically blacked out on the floor and Lois was hanging from my neck, sandwiched between us while we double fucked her pussy. I locked eyes with Derek as I covered his Dick in my semen, which freaked him out enough to make him pull out and spray his load on her ass. While Lois and I went to shower, Derek grabbed his clothes and ran off into the night... End of part one. Still to CUM: Derek craves more Tina, needs cash and agrees to fuck a girl on camera in exchange. Instead Derek discovers the last Phase in Mr. E's plan: taking Derek's cherry.

Well, (speaking only for myself), everything feels different, once we actually experience the kind of sex we really need (whether we realized it or not at the time). The sun shines a little bit brighter, the flowers smell a little bit sweeter, smiles are even easier than they were before. What was a mystifying question is no longer a mystery. Clarity of place and purpose is achieved, and that's a cornerstone of living a full, productive, satisfying life. There's a phrase (sung by the baritone) in Handel's Messiah containing the words "and their eyes .... were opened" that pretty much sums up that magnificent, joyful experience.

I don’t mind either, but uncut is more flavorful and fun 🤤

Went to a baseball game with friends. Ended up taking to a cute guy a bit. His boyfriend joined him and I thought that was the end but then he mentioned going back to their place after the game. Came up with an excuse for my friends, went to their place, and they took turns fucking my brains out and getting their dicks sucked. I love getting spitroasted. I ended up sucking a lot of dick, getting fucked good and hard, getting a load in my face/hair, and getting a load drilled in my ass. They mentioned doing it again soon so hopefully it’s a couple more tops in my stable of hookups.

(Continue) Catching a breath, they returned, each hard body glistening in the light. My uncle now sat on the sofa, legs spread with his dark tan meat, dripping precum, beckoning my lips. I knelt and stretched wide my mouth to receive the gilded shaft and as I did I felt the blonde stud begin to enter my loosened hole for the spit roasting. The hung young tan stud worked its way into my hole and then began to work my open chute. As he began it was clear he had experience beyond his years. His wrestling taught him how to wrestle pigs and make them squeal. As he skillfully worked my hole he reached out to my uncle for a high-five. Feverously pounding my ass he heaved a grunt and filled my hole with his hot young jock seed. As he did, he continued to breed me deep. It was time for him to return to the front. He pulled out and moved to the soft. I began to clean him off and as I did, my uncle return to piston my ass and work the gobs of cum with his monster cock deeper into my worn hole. I could hear the sound of air popping as his cock enter and exited my ass. The longer and more intense the fuck, to sorer my ass became. Finally, he thrust forward and unleashed a geyser of hot jizz deep up my hole. I exhaled and as I did the cum began to drip out my ass and onto the carpet. My uncle shoved his cock back in my hole and as he did he leaned over and tonged the blonde stud whose cock was still in my mouth. After a moment, the young studs dick erupted, this time filling my mouth. Both holes were full as we all we spinning.

I had agreed with Grant to try to make things work around my other jobs, as even though I’d be pulling in loads of money from the sex and porn, I realised I kind of liked working. Nisa could be boring but I liked Clive and knew he’d have my back if I ever needed it unlike Dad. I really liked working at the Dragon, particularly with how I now knew Stan and Winston. Grant was happy with doing things less frequently with me, saying that “little and often” might work for earning big money off my videos while the regular viewers got a steady stream of content featuring my brothers. My first solo session was at an apartment even posher than Grant’s, with a load of really hunky middle aged men wearing fancy suits. Grant said he wanted to drive me there himself, so I had gone by his place first. When I arrived there and he’d got me a rum and coke, he said he had something for me that he didn’t want to give me when my brothers were around. As I sat outside on his balcony, wearing the suit he’d hired for me, he came out with a posh paper bag like the other one. He took out two boxes and put them on the table, before chucking the bag back inside. “Go on” he said. I reached for one of them and opened it, revealing an amazing chunky Tissot watch. “Wow” I said. “It’s yours” he said. “What?!” I asked. “These guys tonight might want you regularly” he said, “so I want you to look the part.” I took out the watch and put it on, and though it was too loose, it looked and felt incredible. “I’ll get my tools to tighten that in a minute” Grant said. “Open the other box.” I slid the watch off my wrist and put it on the table, before picking up the other box and opening it. Inside was a silver bracelet that basically matched the chain I was wearing under the suit but was a bit wider and thicker. “Fuck me” I said, lifting it out and feeling how heavy it was. “Put it on” Grant said, smiling at me. I did as he instructed, putting it on my other wrist and shaking my arm a bit. “Fuck me” I said again. “Well button your cuff round it” said Grant, “so it only comes out when they strip you later. But the rest of the time, it’s yours to wear how you like.” “That is too much money mate” I said. “Not at all” he replied. “You’re going to make me a lot of money, and I want you being dressed like a star.” He went inside to get his stuff while I just sat there jangling the bracelet, and occasionally picking up the watch to gaze at it. He came back out with a couple of little tools, and then with a bit of trial and error we got the right number of links removed to make it fit properly. He threw the links into the watch box so I could put them back in if my wrists got thicker as I worked on muscling up, and then he got me to re-do my cuffs so the watch and bracelet were hidden. Satisfied I was now ready, he took me off to the other apartment. Where my brothers were just taken places and fucked, Grant wanted to try out some storylines and scenarios with my videos, so this one was all set around me being the new graduate recruit having his first social night with the partners. We didn’t really have lines or anything, but I was quite comfortable acting naturally in my ‘role’, and we only had to do that for a bit before everyone stripped and it became about gangbanging my hole. Grant decided to just make my status part of it, with the ‘partners’ being the ones taking a risk by dipping their cocks into me. The men were all actually poz or undetectable, but the only one who had any ink confirming that just wore a vest to cover it up so that it could be marketed as a load of neg guys fucking a poz cumdump. It was an awesome night, and I loved all the compliments I got from the other guys about my face, body and bling during the breaks. The lead guy, whose apartment this was and who was actually fucking loaded, even drove me home in his BMW after confirming he was now tee-total so hadn’t been drinking champagne all night like the others. I managed not to bottle out of wearing my new accessories the next day, and while Kane looked a bit jealous when he saw me, Kieron winked and told me I looked even fucking hotter. I liked that he and I in particular were so much closer now, with all the shit I used to endure now in the past. We had so much in common, and knowing everything we didn’t have to waste any energy with trying to be macho to cover things up. Kane was coming around too, though could still send me surly barbs sometimes. If he did it more than a couple of times, Kieron took him off to their bedroom and then Kane would be nicer after, so I guessed blasting a quick load into his twin is all he needed to be a decent guy. The pub staff and regulars all commented on my new look, whilst Stan and Winston found it really hot meaning I got more loads out of them that week than normal. I really liked having sex with them, but also talking to them between all that. I realised they had always sort of looked out for us boys as they knew from the pub what Dad could be like, including once punching his lights out and then with Brian’s help locking him in the broom cupboard overnight when we were younger because he looked like he might be taking things out on us when he got home. I actually cried a little bit when they said that they were always there for the three of us, particularly me, especially if anything happened to him. Dad himself commented on my bling, but he didn’t seem as concerned as he had been about K&K. He was spiralling a bit again, so was drunk or passed out most of the time. When he had been through a sobering up period he was good to be around, but otherwise we all just preferred him like this as he was easier to avoid than when he was in that semi-drunk always-angry phase he would go through which sometimes felt like it lasted forever. It kind of sucked, but for the first time I felt like it was not only not my problem, but also that other people I trusted had my back, including for once my twin brothers. Dad was down at his normal rock bottom when Bret suddenly came home. He wasn’t supposed to be on leave yet, and he was really sullen. Him being back in the room we shared was fucking awful, and now having to worry about someone else being in the house was seriously cramping my style. I made out like I had a girlfriend which is who I spent nights with, which he seemed to doubt but K&K backed me up so he let it go. That allowed me to just spend most nights in Stan and Winston’s bed, which suited me as I liked sleeping there in between them on that huge mattress, getting fucked plenty of course as well. K&K even started coming over to hang out sometimes, finding Bret was dragging them down with his mood and anger at home. The twins revealed to Stan and Winston that their relationship was now sexual, which the men found as hilarious as it was horny. They asked to watch once, and then said K&K could come by and use their guest room sometimes now that it was risky to do at home with Bret. We put up with this for a few weeks, but Bret had said nothing about when he was going back and we started to think something was up. We decided to get him drunk on something that might make him chatty rather than angry, opting for pitchers of Pimm’s down at the pub on a warm day. It did the job, and he eventually told us he’d been discharged and wouldn’t be going back. Kieron really pressed him on it until he quietly admitted he was gay and had been caught getting fucked by one of his battalion mates in the utility room at the barracks. That so-called mate had outed loads of the others there as guys who used Bret regularly, basically throwing everyone else under the bus to reduce his own punishment. All the revelations had outed Bret as the local cumdump, and every fucker who had used him managed to make out like he had come on to them. He’d been dishonourably discharged while the other men who had been fucking him just got reprimands. Bret was crying by the time he finished whispering his story, getting a few looks from the other people sitting outside the pub. We took him back home, and got him sat down on Kieron’s bed where he glumly stared at the floor. Kane dug out a bottle of whisky he hid from Dad, and poured us all shots. “Bro” said Kieron, after we’d all taken a couple of sips. “We’re all gay too.” “What?” Bret asked, his head darting up. “Yep” I said. “We’re all gay, and we all get fucked.” Bret just looked around the three of us in turn, with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Not kidding” said Kane. “Taken me fucking ages to admit it, but I’m fucking gay too.” Kieron slid over next to his twin and put his arm round him. With Bret gawping at them, Kieron turned his head and kissed Kane on the side of the head. “Oh, and those two are fucking each other” I said. “Or at least Kane is fucking Kieron.” “What the fuck?!” Bret yelled. “What can I say?” Kane said, turning to face his twin. “K’s got a great arse.” Bret stared at them, then turned to me. He knocked back the rest of his whisky in one gulp, and then held his glass out as I grabbed the bottle to pour him another. He knocked that one back too, so I poured him a third. “Do you want the rest of it too?” I asked. “Nah, I’ll throw up if I drink all that” he said. “I meant the story” I said. “There’s more?” he squealed. I looked at him, and then at the twins. I then turned around and lifted up the back of my vest to reveal my trampstamp. Kieron and Kane stepped apart from each other and followed my lead. “What the fuck do those mean?” Bret asked. I took a deep breath. “It means that we’re poz” I said, as I lowered my top and turned back round face him. “Poz?” he asked. “HIV positive” said Kieron. “What?!” said Bret. “Yeah” said Kane. “We all got pozzed.” “Fuck me” Bret muttered, knocking back his third glass of whisky. “We do videos” I said. “Gangbangs, mostly. Turns out the guys were mostly poz.” “You do porn?” he asked. “How did you think we could afford all this bling?” Kane asked, lifting up the bigger chain with the scorpion pendant he had bought recently. “Thought you was dealing” said Bret, somehow finding a chuckle in him. “That’s what Dad reckoned too” I said. “Sent me out to follow these two, which is how I found out about the porn. Got them to get me into it.” “Fucking hell” said Bret. “It’s fucking awesome” I continued. “Loads of money, loads of cock.” Bret coughed when I said that, but I could see his dick hardening in his shorts. I suggested we leave it there for that night and go to bed, and Bret nodded while looking completely overwhelmed. He and I went off to our room, which was really stuffy as he had not opened the window or closed the curtains after he got up so the sun had been on it all afternoon. I sorted all of that, with us just going to bed with the curtain open, and then stripped down and lay down on top of my duvet with my back to Bret’s bed. After a few minutes I could hear he was wanking, and I just found myself pushing my arse back a bit towards him. I wasn’t really thinking straight when I did that, just acting on instinct or something, but he noticed it. I heard his feet hit the ground and then he was suddenly climbing onto my bed behind me. He poked a finger in my hole, and then I heard him spit into his hand. His cock was then at my hole, and I moved my arm down to lift up my leg and give him better access as I pushed back on him while he slid in. “Bruv, I’m poz” I whispered. “Don’t fucking care” he growled into my ear, before starting to thrust in me. Earlier I had taken a monumentally quick load from Stan in the pub toilets while I was there with my brothers, so there was some lube in my hole at least. It turned me on that my taller, hunkier, negative older brother was fucking my poz hole with a poz load in it, and I kind of knew at that point that we had him. Grant was going to get to add a fourth brother to his roster. Bret fucked me like a rabbit and came in no time, but he didn’t pull out and go back to his bed. I fell asleep with him lightly snoring in my ear, and was woken again at some point in the night when he began thrusting again. He lasted longer this time, and then fell asleep again after depositing a second load in me. Most surprising was when daylight streaming in woke us both up early, and despite him having sobered up, he still set to fucking me for a third time. After blowing in me again, he got up and closed the curtains, before going for a quick piss and then coming back to flop down on his own bed. I looked over at him, and then decided to make a move. I went over and lay down on his bed against his back, and as I put my arm around his body he moved his own to clasp hand. He pulled it round so I was hugging him tightly, and we went back to sleep with me pressed up against him, my dick resting in his crack. I knew better than to try anything, and to be honest was just so overwhelmed by the intimacy I had experienced with my older brother throughout that night. Bret was quite quiet for the next few days, but was at least doing more now. He started coming to the outdoor gym with me, and I followed his lead on a new routine that I hoped might accelerate bulking me up to look more like him. We slept together at night, with me normally taking at least two of his neg loads in my poz hole, and always ending with him being the little spoon in a tender embrace. I kept Stan and Winston satisfied during breaks at the Dragon, and they were actually very happy to hear that Bret was coming to terms with things and was no longer the bully brother he had been to me for most of my life. On the Monday night I had to go off and do another shoot for Grant, this time playing a wannabe white rapper who gets taken down a peg by some record executives, and Bret was actually a bit upset about me going. That night though, when Grant brought me back, Bret ploughed his cock into my hole and kept it there until morning. I told him I was full of poz cum, but he didn’t care or maybe it even turned him on. Tuesday night was when everything shifted again. I got back from the Dragon a little later than normal, as Stan and Winston had hung around until after closing as they both needed another go on my arse behind the bins. When I did get back, Bret was leaning out of the kitchen window smoking a cigarette, something I hadn’t seen him do since he returned from the army. “You OK?” I asked, going over to light one up myself. “Yeah” he said, taking a deep inhale while looking in my eyes. “I just…” “What?” I asked, after he had gone silent. “I, er…” he began. “You get fucked today?” “Yeah, Stan and Winston at my break, and again just now” I replied. “You like being fucked by those old men?” he asked. “Yeah, I do” I said. “Why?” He didn’t say anything, just taking a last inhale of his cig before chucking the butt in the mug he’d put on the windowsill. He went over to the fridge and took out a beer, cracking it open and taking a couple of big gulps. He put it down on the top of the fridge, and then turned to me. “Dad’s out all night” he said. “Oh?” I replied. “The fucker punched a guy in the betting shop, so the police have thrown him in a cell to sober up” he said. “Justin came by to tell us.” Justin had been one of Bret’s school friends, and was now one of the policemen who were always out at the estate sorting some shit out. He was actually a good guy, having grown up on the Ballard, still living here actually, so he knew how to do his job without pissing everyone off. “How is Justin?” I asked. “Fucking hot” said Bret. “But married.” “Shame” I said, smiling. “Yeah” he sighed, before looking down at the floor. “You OK?” I asked. Bret took a deep breath, and then looked up at me. “Luke, I want you to fuck me tonight” he said. I stared at him, before taking a last inhale of my own cigarette and discarding the butt in the mug. “I’m poz” I said. “I know” he replied. “Bruv” I said, “if I fuck you, the chance of you getting it are much higher than when you fuck me, even if your dick is dipping in other guys’ poz loads in there.” “I know” he said again. He walked back over to me, grabbing my cigarettes off the windowsill and lighting another. “I want you to fuck me though” he said. “Then I want Kane and Kieron to fuck me. Then I want all those old men to fuck me. But I want you to do it first.” “You do?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “Fuck this. I like fucking you, but I need a cock in me again. That’s what I love.” “It doesn’t have to be my cock though” I said. “You’re a fucking stud Bret, you could get any man. Even Justin probably.” “I don’t care” he said. “All I can fucking think about is you three getting fucked and pozzed by all these guys, and I fucking want it too.” “You sure?” I asked. “If so, Grant will fucking love you.” “Whatever” he said. “I’ll do the films and shit, but tonight I just need you to be the one to fuck me.” We stared at each other as he finished his cigarette, and then after he stubbed it out he leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips. “Please baby bruv” he whispered, “take me to bed and fuck my arse.” I could not fight it anymore, so I just smiled at him and nodded. We went to our room and stripped naked, and then he surprised me by standing right in front of me and lifting my head to kiss me properly for a couple of minutes. He then leaned down and started kissing my neck, briefly making out with my chain a bit. “Gonna get me one of these” he whispered, causing me to chuckle. He made his way down my torso, before getting on his knees and licking my cock. He took it into his mouth and swirled it around, sucking but not swallowing it, and then came off and licked along the underside. When he got to my balls he licked those too. “Want as many loads as these bad boys can give me” he whispered. This time I didn’t chuckle, as he had got me properly heated up and, for the first time ever, I seriously wanted to plough my cock into a hole. Yeah, I was a complete cumdump bottom, but my hunky older brother begging me to fuck his negative arse had brought out the dormant top in me. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back towards his bed, which he clambered up onto and lay on his back. He lifted his legs as I moved over to him. “Just fucking plough it in bruv” he said. I did as he commanded, pointing my dick at his twitching hole and firmly pushing forward until I was all the way inside of him. His eyes were wide and staring into mine, and I kept them locked on as I began to thrust. He held his legs open for me until I shifted position and leaned forward, at which point he moved his hands to grip hold of my chain. “Fucking rail me little bruv” he growled. “You like that?” I growled. “I fucking love it” he moaned. “Your neg hole loves my poz cock, doesn’t it big bruv?” I said. “Oh fuck yeah” he groaned. “Fucking fuck my neg hole with your toxic pole.” “You fucking want a poz load in there too, don’t you?” I growled. “No, my hole fucking wants more than one of your poz loads!” he yelled. The fuck was rough, animal and verbal throughout. I had not topped a guy ever and had only been with a few girls, but the way my stud of an older brother looked at me I knew I was actually damn good at this. I fucked him senseless, and he took every inch of what I had to give. When I finally got close, he yanked my chain even harder. “Fucking breed me bruv!” he yelled. “Fucking poz that hole!” “Here it comes!” I growled, before slamming in and unloading in him. With Bret still pulling on my chain, I collapsed onto him and he lowered his legs. He put his arms round me, and I felt him kiss the top of my head. “That was fucking awesome baby bruv” he whispered. “Yeah it was” I panted in response. “I just fucked my big bruv.” “And your big bruv loved it” he said, stroking my head. We lay there until I had recovered, and then hauled ourselves up to go into the kitchen for some water. We lit up cigarettes by the window, and just stood in silence looking at each other, smiling, and sipping our waters. Bret then replaced them with cold beers, and we continued to get our energy back while enjoying the breeze coming through the window. As we drank our last sips of beer, I made to start going to the fridge for more when Bret suddenly leaned against the windowsill, stuck out his arse, and wiggled it at me as he fixed me with a cheeky grin. “Fuck me again baby bruv” he said. “Fuck me right here.” I did not hesitate for a moment, going round to stand behind him. His hole was gaping a little and still dripping, so I just pressed my cock onto it and pushed. He spread his legs wider to lower himself a bit, arching his back as I slid inside him. Once in, I held in place and looked up at his head, taking in my gorgeous brother and the view out to the estate beyond. “Breed me again bruv” he said. I gripped his hips and began to thrust, being more steady and gentle this time. He let out little moans of enjoyment, but also seemed happy for this to be a longer, gentler fuck than the first one. After I’d been inside him for a few minutes he lit up a couple of cigarettes and then passed one back to me, which I put between my lips and puffed on as I fucked him. I could sort of see his face reflected in the glass of the open window, enjoying seeing him taking puffs and otherwise having a relaxed, happy expression on his face. “I fucking love having you inside me” he said, quite softly. “I love being in you” I replied. “I missed you baby bruv” he said, before looking back at me. “Sorry I was such a shit to you sometimes.” I smiled at him, feeling really close to him. “That’s OK” I said, slowing my thrusting a little. “No” he said. “Me, Kane and Kieron were cunts to you all the time. I’m sorry.” “You’re forgiven” I said. “You promise?” he asked. “Yeah” I said, “that’s the fucking past, but in the fucking present my cock is inside my big bruv so it’s all good.” He smiled back at me. “It is all fucking good” he said. “You’re finally fucking your big homo soldier brother, and he fucking loves it.” I started thrusting again, going faster this time, and he began to moan, groan and egg me on. By the time I blew a second poz load in him, he was begging for it again. “I love you baby bruv” he whispered to me, as held me in a hug afterwards and nuzzled my hair with his nose. “I love you too big bruv” I said. “Are Kane and Kieron really fucking?” he asked. “Like fucking rabbits” I replied, chuckling. He laughed out loud, and then we just stood there in silence for a few minutes. He then pulled back, and slid down into one of the kitchen chairs. He hadn’t blown during the second fuck and his cock was still hard, so I went over to him and slid onto his lap facing him. I pushed myself up and then reached behind me to grip his cock, and as he realised what I was doing he slid his body down a bit. I positioned the cock to my hole, and then slowly slid down on it until it was buried inside me. We looked into each other’s eyes, before I leaned in and planted my lips on his. Our lips stayed locked together as he started to make gentle thrusts into me, and all the way through his orgasm a few minutes later. He was little spoon again that night in bed, but this time with my cock buried inside him. I put three more of my poz loads in his neg hole by morning, including one occasion in the early hours when I carried on gently thrusting into him even as we heard Kane and Kieron coming home as quietly as they could from their latest gangbang. The next day it was a real wrench to get out of bed as I loved being wrapped up with my big studly brother, but I had a shift at Nisa to get to. He gave me a deep kiss before he let me get up, and then whispered to me he was going to ask Kane and Kieron to fuck him too, but that he wanted to sleep with me at night. I told him that was fine as he sounded like he was asking for my permission, and then I headed off. When I came back after my shift Dad was home and tried to give me a bit of grief about my chains, but I ignored him and changed out of my uniform into some normal clothes I could also wear at the pub later. I went back out and headed for the park, where I took a couple of quick loads at the gloryhole before my phone buzzed with a message from Bret. I wiped myself clean, pulled up my trousers and then walked back to the estate, finding the alley down the side of the laundrette and realising that I had never been all the way down it. At the end was a turn round the back, where there was a shitload of fly-tipped crap. Beyond that was a set of stairs down to the fire exit out of the old nightclub, and that is where I found all three of my brothers. Bret had his shorts down and a cap on backwards, bent over between the twins as Kane fucked him and Kieron got a blowjob. “Hey bruv” said Kieron, looking up and me and smiling. “Hey” I said. “Hear you broke him in last night” he said. “Justin fucking broke me in years a-fucking-go” growled Bret, after letting Kieron’s cock fall from his mouth. “Tetchy little bottom” said Kieron, looking down and holding his cock up for Bret to resume sucking. “I fucking meant baby bruv here gave you your first poz fucking.” “First, second, third, fourth and fifth poz fuckings” I said, grinning. Kieron laughed out loud, and even Kane chuckled as he pounded in and out. “We’re gonna convert him before Grant even gets a chance to film it” Kieron said. “Grant’s not gonna fucking care” growled Kane. “He’ll have an actual fucking soldier to fuck.” “Ex-soldier” chuckled Kieron, placing his hand on Bret’s head to prevent him from coming off the cock again to say anything in response. “Our big brother” I said. “Grant’s gonna fucking love him, whatever happens.” Kieron looked up at me, then back down at Bret. “Yeah” he said. “He will.” Kane suddenly accelerated, and then yelled as he blew inside Bret. Kieron pulled Bret’s head up so he could go round and take over from his twin, but Kane just slumped back and watched as Kieron slid in and began to fuck. I went down the steps and sat down in front of Bret, and he looked up at me with an eager need on his face. “You look so hot getting fucked” I whispered to him. “Need you after” he panted. I watched for a moment, but then stood up and pulled down my shorts. Bret reached for my jock, but I quickly turned round and bent over. “Got two loads in there” I said. “Clean me up big bruv.” He moaned in desire as I pushed myself back towards him, and he then slammed his face into my crack and began to lick and suck on my hole. I was being thrust forward each time Kieron slammed into Bret, but I braced myself on the steps so I was always pushing back against his face. He started moaning even more from inside my crack as he slurped up the loads dripping out of me, which got too much for Kieron. “Holy fuck!” he shouted as he slammed in a final time, breeding his poz load into our negative stud of an older brother. I stood up and moved round to take his place, with Kieron sliding past me to go back to sitting on the steps where Bret could clean off his cock. I slid into the cum-filled hole and began to gently but steadily fuck, rubbing my brother’s back as I did so. He began openly moaning round Kieron’s cock, begging me with a muffled voice to breed him again. His rimming of my hole had already pushed me close to the edge, so I was soon pumping a third load into him. We then all slumped down on the steps or the floor, and lit up cigarettes. We smoked in silence as we recovered from our fraternal fucking, maybe all of us realising how right this kind of felt. “Stan and Winston would love to have you round” I eventually said, looking at Bret. “They let us fuck in their guest room sometimes” said Kieron. “When Dad’s awake.” “Would love that” said Bret. “But only with you guys.” “Cool” Kane said. “Up for it.” We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. “Tonight?” I asked, knowing Kane and Kieron had a couple of days before Grant wanted them again. “After my shift?” “Fuck yeah” said Kieron, grinning. “Bret?” “Count me fucking in” he said, also grinning. I texted Stan, and sure enough they didn’t show up at the pub that night, instead staying home to get things ready and probably have a nap to make sure they had enough energy. I got through my shift even though it fucking dragged, and worked as quickly as I could to help Brian get the place cleaned and closed up. He could sense I was antsy so let me go before it was all done, and I rushed out to meet my brothers. We walked over to the other part of the estate quickly, and were soon sipping vodkas in the flat. Stan and Winston loved having Bret sat there without his top on, and he let them feel up his muscles while he drank and smoked. Then we moved into the bedroom, and he got on all fours on the bed with his face in my lap. He moaned and groaned as they each took a turn fucking and breeding him, with Kane and Kieron egging them on to poz our older brother. When they were done, Kieron slid inside Bret, then bent forward to allow Kane to fuck him at the same time. I moved over to stand next to the bed, getting seriously horny watching my three older brothers rutting in a sweaty chain-fuck. Kane blew first, prompting Kieron to add another load to Bret’s hole. I then got Bret to flip over so I could take him missionary, with a rejuvenated Stan then coming up behind me to slide in and give me my first experience of being in the middle of a chain. It felt fucking awesome, so I slowed down my fucking of Bret to see if I could hold off until Stan had bred me and Winston had maybe taken over. It worked, and when I finally did give Bret the load he was panting and begging for, I also got one planted inside me by Winston. For the rest of the night we fucked in all positions, with Bret topping a few times too so that he had fucked all three of us younger brothers by the end of it. He took so many loads up his hole that by morning we were sure he must have been infected, but Stan and Winston tried to seal the deal by giving him his first ever double-fuck as the sun was rising. He took it without any problems, and the sight of it was so horny that Kieron slammed into me and Kane into him for a final brotherly chain-fuck before breakfast. After a fry-up that Stan and Winston cooked for us, we went home to find a note through the door from Justin saying that Dad had got into a fight in the Dragon car park, he’d smashed the window of a car, and that he was inside again but this time it was more serious and he wasn’t coming home for a while. Bret called Justin to get more information, and reported that Dad was probably facing jail this time as the car’s owner was pressing charges. “The fucker deserves to be locked away” Kane said. “Fucking sick of his bullshit.” “Go easy on the old man” Bret said, looking a bit sad. “He had it rough after Mum left.” “When did you start fucking defending him?” Kieron asked. “I just remember it a bit better” he replied. “I know he’s a shit father most of the time, but he worked really hard to keep food on the table before the factory closed.” “I suppose” said Kieron, trailing off. “I think he’s just a bit fucked up with booze and dole queues now” said Bret. “I wanna fucking kill him a lot of the time too, but I don’t want him to be in jail.” We agreed to go and get some sleep before we decided what to do, though I only had a couple of hours before I had to be at the Nisa so I decided to just leave them to it and I would join in later. I was knackered, fucked-out, and starting to wonder if I could really keep doing these jobs on top of all the new fun I was having. Fortunately Bret climbed in my bed and put his arm round me, so I was able to go to sleep feeling calm and relaxed. While I was out doing my shift that morning, Kieron came up with a plan and had already put it into motion. Through Grant we got a lawyer who started working on sorting things for Dad straight away, all without us having to pay. In exchange, Grant would get what he wanted, which was the soldier eldest brother joining in the film shoots. Bret agreed to the deal, in which a ‘prequel’ would be shot where a version of his dishonourable discharge would play out, with some of Grant’s friends (including the lawyer) playing sergeants, captains and colonels who use Bret as their gangbang toy before kicking him out of the army. We would then do a follow-up gangbang of all of us brothers, featuring the overtly-poz bikers who would be out to corrupt the soldier boy like they had done with his younger brothers while he was away. After that, Bret would be free to decide if he wanted to carry on doing films. He was nervous about it, but agreed as he wanted Dad to be spared jail, and he knew he would eventually end up trying out what the three of us were into so he may as well get some good out of it. So, with Dad managing to just get community service and a stay in rehab after the lawyer’s efforts, I set off with Bret to the abandoned gym that was being set up to look like barracks. I wasn’t going to be in the film, but he asked me to come along to make him feel more comfortable, and Grant had agreed on the basis I could serve as a fluffer on-set if needed. “You OK?” I asked Bret, as we stood near the venue while he chain-smoked a few cigarettes. “Yeah” he said. “Just nervous, you know?” “You’ll be great” I said. “You are almost as good at taking cock as I am, so you’ll be great.” “Hey!” he said, punching my arm while grinning. “Only almost as good as you?!” “Yeah” I said, smirking. “But with a bit of practice…” “Fuck you” he laughed. “Been taking cock way longer than you.” “Quality not quantity, innit” I said, getting another playful punch on the shoulder from him. “I love you bruv” he said to me quietly, after we’d both stopped laughing. He stepped over and planted his lips on mine, giving me a deep kiss. “I mean it” he whispered, after pulling away. “I love you.” “I love you too” I said, feeling my heart pounding. He smiled at me, and then turned towards the building. “Let’s go get me fucked then I guess” he said. He started walking towards the entrance, and I fell in behind him. My lips were tingling from the kiss, which felt different to every other time before, but I couldn’t think about that. My fucking handsome hunk of an older brother was here to get gang bred by a load of men, I was here to make sure he was OK, and right now that was all that mattered…

Stan and Winston’s flat reminded me of my gran’s place, looking like something out of the 1970s. It smelt of smoke, and everything was old and frayed. There were pictures up everywhere of the two of them when they were younger, and I realised how thin they had both become in their older years. “We can’t afford much this week” Stan said. “What?” I asked, a bit distracted by one of the pictures in which they were both looking really fit and handsome. “He said we’re a bit broke” said Winston, “so we can’t afford much.” “Oh” I said. “I don’t care. Here all night if you want me, whatever.” “What?” asked Stan. “I said whatever” I replied. “Give me what you can, but I don’t care really.” “You mean you want…” Stan began. “Yeah” I said. “Not saying it will always be like this, but tonight I just want to get fucked.” They both looked at me with open mouths, so I decided to show them I was serious. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, throwing them on the patchy carpet, bending over briefly to get my gigs and lighter out of my jeans. Then I walked into their bedroom, and climbed up on the bed on all fours, wiggling my arse at them as they stood out in the hallway looking at me. “Come on and fuck me” I said. They quickly rushed into the room, and stripped themselves naked too. They were both thin and unhealthy looking, but their cocks were huge. Each of them had a tattoo above their cocks of that danger symbol, which looked fucking hot to me. Stan came round to my front and got on his knees, and I took his dick into my mouth and began to suck. Winston went behind and fingered me for a moment, before he put his cock against my hole. I wiggled my arse a bit, and he took the hint and began to push in. I was soon being slammed full of old man dick at both ends, realising I would do this all the time whether they could pay me or not. Neither of them lasted long, before I was swallowing one load while the other one went in my hole. They both collapsed panting on the bed, and I got up and grabbed my cigs. There was an ashtray beside the bed, so I just lit up in there. “Love your tatts” I said, looking down at them both. “You going to get one of your own?” Stan asked. “Maybe” I said. “What does it mean?” They looked at each other, then up at me. “Don’t you know?” asked Winston. “Well, it’s like danger or something isn’t it?” I said. “Biohazard” Stan said. “Cool” I said. “Why do so many men get ink like that?” “They don’t” said Winston. “Well” I said, before taking a big inhale of my cig, “loads of the guys who fuck my brothers do.” The two of them looked at each other again. “Have, er” Stan began. “Have your brothers had the flu?” “Yeah, a while back” I replied. “Why?” Well” Winston said, “this symbol means a guy is HIV positive.” My jaw dropped open and my stomach tightened. “Other guys use scorpions, spiders, plus signs, and things like that” said Stan. “But it all means the same thing.” Holy fucking shit. The guys who had just blown in me were poz. The guys last night were poz. “Why did you ask about the flu?” I asked, once my brain had processed that I’d been fucked with poz cock and filled with poz cum. “Because that probably means they’ve seroconverted” said Stan. “My brothers are poz?” I asked. “Probably” Winston said. “Sounds like they’ve been taking a lot more poz cocks than just ours.” Silence descended for quite a long time after that, while my brain went like crazy and I smoked myself through three cigarettes in a row. I realised my brothers had no idea they had been pozzed, and as shitty as they could be to me, they had no idea they had exposed me too. Then, as I thought more about it, I realised I was hard. After the initial surprise, it was clear this was turning me on. “Fuck” I said. “I’m fucking hard.” “So we see” said Winston. “You want more poz cock?” asked Stan. “Fuck yeah” I growled, diving onto the end of the bed on my front. Stan and Winston fucked me all night. Every time they got tired they’d go off to the bathroom for a bit and then come back with more energy, so I knew they must be doing something in there but I didn’t care. I took every fuck and load like a madman, begging them to put more poz cum in me. I did not know where the fuck this was all coming from, but I wanted it and needed it. My brothers were pozzed, and I wanted to be too. I wanted to be a dirty little cumdump just like they were, or maybe even more. Maybe this was something I could be better at than them, and make more money from. I wanted chains, but bigger. I wanted tatts, but more of them. Brotherly jealousy kept me going all night, and I only went home at about nine the next morning. Stan and Winston were completely fucked out, but I felt like I was just getting started. I had a quick shower at home, then got a fresh jock from Bret’s drawer, put some other clean clothes, and then went back out. I walked down off to the park, and headed for the shitty older toilets at the far side under the trees. Everyone at school used to say you’d get raped if you went in there, so I finally went to see if that was true. They stank and there was shitty graffiti everywhere, but when I looked in the middle stall I knew enough to know it was a gloryhole I was looking at in the wall to the end stall. I went in, locked the door, pulled down my shorts and then just stuck my arse against the hole. I passed the time smoking cigs and playing games on my phone, and then after 20 minutes someone came into the toilet block. I listened to them shuffle around, and then heard them go into the end stall. A finger touching my arse made me jump a bit, but then I felt a cock going between my cheeks. It touched my hole, and I pressed down to let it in. It was short and thick, and felt pretty good as it fucked me. The guy blew in me quickly, and I had another long gap before the next one. That one was really long but quite thin, lasting for ages or maybe just carrying on through a first load to add a second. Someone else was in the block by the time he finished, and I had a third cock up my hole really quickly. This time the man growled about dirty seed and I quietly told him to breed and poz me, meaning he stuck around to give me another load later. Two other guys followed him before he had another go, after which I realised I should probably head back to rest before my pub shift. Still, that was six more loads, at least two of them poz, and I’d found another place I knew I could come to get fucked. Man, I’d become such a dirty fucking cumdump. I loved it. That night Stan and Winston were in again, and they both fucked me out behind the bins when I was on my break. I went back to theirs again after, taking another couple of loads from both of them before I went home in the early hours. I shoved a buttplug up there before I went to sleep, and gave myself a good shafting with the big dildo Kieron had given me the next morning before I showered and went to Nisa. The day dragged on, but at least Stan and Winston were able to see to me out the back of the pub again that night, both during my break and then after closing once Brian was definitely gone. This is how the rest of the week went, until the Friday when I woke up feeling like shit and had to call in sick to both jobs. “You OK bruv” Kane asked, when he and Kieron came into my room that evening. “Converting” I coughed, “like you did.” “What?” Kieron asked. “Google the tattoos” I said, before turning over on my bed and passing out. It was a shitty few days, but I know Kieron was in my room a few times making me drink some water and take tablets. When I finally felt like I could walk again I had the biggest piss of my life, and then staggered into the kitchen to have some toast and water. Kieron heard me and came in too. “Hey” he said. “Dad’s out. You OK?” “Feel like shit” I said, “but better.” He made us both a cup of tea, and then sat down at the table. Neither of us said anything while I slowly munched on the toast and drank the tea, which made me feel so much better. “Kane’s a fucking mess” he said. “Hasn’t left our room.” “What about you?” I eventually asked. “I’m OK” he said. “Guess this was going to happen.” “Did Kane not think about that?” I asked. “No” he said. “Stupid fucker messed around through PSE I guess.” “So you’re OK?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You?” “Wanted it” I said, before coughing. “You what?” he asked, once I’d calmed down. “Stan and Winston told me what their tatts mean, and then I knew you two already had it” I said. “Found I wanted it.” “You did?!” “Yeah” I said, managing a smirk. “Made me hard. So Stan and Winston have been fucking me whenever they can, and I got some more from guys in the stinky fucking bogs in the park.” “What the fuck…” Kieron said, almost under his breath. “Was fun” I replied. “Like a mission or something.” “You sick fuck” he said, but then grinned at me. “Fucking right” I said. “Now I can take every cock out there and not have to worry.” “Fuck me” Kieron said, laughing out loud. “My little brother’s more of a fucking cumdump slut than I am!” “Fuck yeah” I laughed in response. “Didn’t fucking know it, but I was made to ride cock!” I got much better over the next couple of days, and through talking to him a bit we managed to get Kane out of his rut. He had sort of been thinking he might still meet some girl and go off to be straight, so he was having to deal with actually being fully gay as well as now being infected. Like Kieron he had reacted in shock at finding out I had been trying to get as much poz cock as possible, but I saw him get hard when I talked about it and he was soon into it all a bit more. What really pushed him over is when Kieron and I came home with biohazard symbol trampstamps, and he rushed out the next day to get one himself. They finally got back in touch with Grant, just being honest about what had happened and why they had gone silent on him. He called and said we should all go and see him, so we did that after I convinced Clive to let me off early for once. We took an Uber to town so I had enough time to get back for my shift at the Dragon. “Boys” Grant said, after ushering us in. “Thank you for coming.” His manner was quite different to my first visit. He apologised for not having told us, assuming we were on prep, but said he wasn’t disappointed in the outcome. He liked our trampstamps, but said he wanted more intricate designs for our torsos and arms that he would pay for if we went to someone he knew. We all agreed, before he zeroed in on me. “Your video is our most popular yet, by several orders of magnitude” he said. “I’ll be giving you your money soon, but I wanted to get you something special.” “Oh” I said. “They liked me?” “They are demanding a starring role for you” he said, while pulling a posh paper bag out of a cupboard, “so I’m going to have you with your brothers only some of the time. You’ll be doing solo stuff, if you’re up for it.” “Yes sir” I said. “Anything.” “Good lad” he said, before reaching into the bag and pulling out a box. “Here” he said, handing it to me. I opened up the box to reveal a thick silver chain, like what my brothers wore but even heavier. “Fuck me” I said. “I plan to” said Grant, “but put the chain on first.” “That looks so fucking hot on you bruv” Kieron said to me, a few minutes later while we were both leaning over the back of the sofa. Grant was hammering into me, while Kane was fucking his twin like crazy. Kieron had revealed to me that they hadn’t done another scene like that again yet, but back at home they were now having sex a lot. Kane was the top, which Kieron was happy with as it seemed to work for them that way. Even during his rut after finding out about the pozzing, Kane had fucked Kieron at least twice a day, and now that he was more comfortable with it, had got pretty verbal about shooting poz loads into his twin. “So” said Grant, after Kieron and I had been bred, “there’s an older brother too?” “Bret” said Kane. “He’s in the army” I said. “Well, we all know what goes on in the military” said Grant, smirking. “When’s he next on leave?”

“Here, try these on” said Kieron, handing me a LIDL carrier bag. I opened the bag and saw a load of leather, so I reached in and fished out the contents. There was what looked like a dog collar, and then four smaller but wider versions. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked. “No” said Kane. “The guys tonight are into leather, so you need to have some too.” “What about you?” I asked, while staring down at the stuff now sitting on the table. “Grant got us some stuff with padding” Kieron said. “This was the shit I had before. If they like you then they’ll get you better stuff too probably.” “Take off your T-shirt first” said Kane. I stripped off my top, then reached down for the dog collar. I put it round my neck, and fumbled a bit with the buckle before I got it on. “No” said Kieron, “tighter.” I reached back and tightened the buckle, immediately liking how it felt. Then I picked up one of the other ones and looked at it. “The bigger ones are for your ankles” said Kane, reaching down and pulling those two over to the side. I put the one I was holding on my wrist and managed to get it buckled, then did the same with the other one. I followed up with the two ankle cuffs, before standing up straight and looking at my brothers. “Cool” said Kane. “Hold on” said Kieron, disappearing off to my room before coming back with a black jockstrap. “Bret used to wear these for football” he said. “Reckon it might fit you now.” I hesitated, then pulled down my shorts and boxers, kicking them off before taking the jock from Kieron. I slipped it on, impressed that it did actually fit quite well. “Hot” said Kieron, smirking at me. I went into Dad’s room and opened his wardrobe, where I knew Mum’s full-length mirror was still attached to the inside of the door. I looked myself up and down, getting an immediate boner at the sight. “Put these on as well” Kieron said, standing in the doorway holding a pair of black leather boots that Bret had worn when he was a bricklayer for a bit before the army. I went over and grabbed the boots, sitting down on Dad’s bed to put them on. They were a bit loose, but I figured I could wear a couple of pairs of socks. I loosely did them up, then went back to the mirror to look at myself again. “You’re going to take so much cock” Kieron said. “I hope so” I replied. “Fucking need it.” “You gone full gay now bruv?” Kieron asked, chuckling. “Fuck yeah” I said, grinning while I kept looking at my reflection. “Cool” he replied. “You reckon Bret’s into cock too?” I asked, turning to face him. “Probably” he said, grinning too. “Bet he’s the barracks cumdump.” “And Dad ain’t had a girl in ages either” laughed Kane, who had just come up behind Kieron in the corridor. “For all we know he’s out there riding a dick tonight.” “Oh fuck off bro you sick fuck” laughed Kieron. “I don’t wanna think about that!” Once we’d all stopped laughing, I went back to my room and took off the boots. Kieron got me to put jogging bottoms with zips at the bottom of the legs on over the jock and ankle cuffs, and then I put on a couple of pairs of socks before squeezing back into the boots again. I took off the collar, but kept the wrist cuffs on as I donned a black vest and then a hoodie. K&K then went off to get ready, coming back a few minutes later dressed almost the same. “We’ll put on the collars before we go in” Kane said. “Let’s get you plugged” said Kieron. “Helps to be loose ‘cos they’re gonna be fucking you as soon as we walk in.” He led me to the bathroom, made me pull down my jogging bottoms, and then handed me a buttplug and some lube. I used a finger to loosen myself up, and then pushed in the plug. I yelped a bit when it popped in, and then squeezed on it a bit to make sure it was secure. I pulled up my trousers, and then gave my hands a quick wash to get the lube off. We then headed out, lighting up cigarettes before walking down to the bus. It actually fucking turned up for once, and we took it into town before changing for a different one to go out to a part of town where there were loads of dark warehouses. We got off, lit up more cigarettes, and then walked down a few streets to the only building with any lights on inside. There were loads of cars parked outside it, and we walked through all of those and then down the side to a metal door. “Collars on” said Kane. We all stopped to take off our hoodies and put the collars on. “One last time” said Kieron, looking at me. “You sure about this?” “Fuck yeah” I said. “OK” he said. “Trousers off then.” We all unzipped the legs of our trackies and pulled them off over our boots, and then Kane pulled out a couple of LIDL bags from his hoodie pocket. We stuffed our clothing into one of them, and then we pulled out our plugs and put them in the other. Kieron opened the door and we went in, dropping the bags behind a chair by the front door before we made our way up a short dim corridor to another door. We could hear men’s voices from behind that door, and Kieron paused and looked at me. “Ready?” he said. “Yep” I said. “Here” Kane said, holding out a bottle of poppers. “Take a few hits before we get in there.” I huffed from the bottle, my brothers did the same, and then I took a few more hits so I was flying. Kieron then opened the door and we went in, to the sound of a cheer as the twenty or so men in there saw us. They were all older, and dressed in all kinds of leather. Trousers, pants, vests, harnesses, hats, boots, collars and all sorts. Most of them were tattooed, including scorpions and spiders like I’d seen in K&K’s videos. Loads of them were wearing big chains too, some steel and some looking like they were silver. Around the room were loads of cameras on tripods. “Fresh meat” boys, said one of them as he approached me. “Hello” I said. “You’re the baby brother?” he asked, leering at me. “Yes sir” I said. “I’m 19.” “You ready to get fucked boy?” he asked. “Yes sir” I replied. K&K had warned me it would be quick, and they weren’t wrong. The man took my hand and led me towards the middle of the room, where he bent me forward a bit as another guy went behind me, crouched down and began to rim me. Another guy walked up and pulled his cock out, and I bent over even more to suck it in. The guy behind me fingered me a bit, and then I couldn’t feel him there anymore. Seconds later a cock was being pressed on my hole, and while sucking hard on the cock in my mouth I bore down on it so it slid into me. Whoever the man was, he started fucking me straight away, and I concentrated on getting the cock in my mouth to go down my throat to distract me from how full and stretched I felt. I didn’t get a break for ages, taking cocks in my hole and mouth for fucking ages while bent over. Loads of the men who fucked me put a load in me, and a couple also shot down my throat. I was just a piece of meat they were using, and it felt fucking incredible. There was a lot of noise all round the room, but I could hear the guys at my arse saying things like “dirty load” and “gift”, which kind of turned me on more even though I thought they were just being verbal about using me like this. When the men briefly allowed me to stand up, I was able to get a look at what my brothers were up to. Kieron was on on all fours on some kind of padded bench, with chains attached to his wrist and ankle cuffs that I guess were holding him in place, and he was being spitroasted. Kane was lying in some sort of leather hammock, his wrists and ankles attached to the chains that it was hanging from, and he had a man fucking him like crazy. Elsewhere some of the men were fucking each other in various positions. After I got a quick look around, the men led me to a dirty mattress on the floor and got me down on my hands and knees. Then one slid into my hole while two others got down in front of me and held their cocks to my face, and I got on with sucking each of them in turn as I was fucked. Both of them tasted of cum and something else, so I knew they’d already fucked and bred me. They stayed in front of me getting serviced as man after man fucked my arse and blew inside me, my hole getting looser and looser. Then the men turned me over onto my back and lifted my legs, and I carried on sucking the two guys while others now fucked me missionary. We had a break for a bit, smoking cigarettes and drinking water as well as a few shots of rum. Then the men had me wait while they got my brothers set up for the second session, bending them over a couple of barrels face to face, and chaining their wrists together. I watched open-mouthed as men slid into them and started to fuck, while another man held their chins and brought their faces together. They both looked really uncertain, but then closed their eyes and pushed their lips together. My twin brothers were snogging each other while being fucked, and I found it just as hot as all the other guys did. “Just wait until later” one of the men quietly said to me, noticing how hard I was as I watched my brothers. “It’s about time these two sucked and fucked each other.” I nearly shot a load in Bret’s jock when he said that. Man, not only was I gay as fuck, but I was also kinky. Maybe I also thought just a little bit about whether they’d get me in on it with my brothers at some point in the future. After they’d let me watch for a bit, I was led over to the leather hammock thing and put in it like Kane had been before. I really liked lying there taking cock as it gave my legs and knees a break, though sucking the dicks occasionally held out next to my head was definitely more difficult. Eventually this stopped happening, and I could just lie there and look up at the face of each man that was having his turn fucking me. “What do you reckon Steve?” said a big hairy guy as he paused his fucking of my hole. “Haz on his stomach or a trampstamp?” “Both” said another guy next to me. I didn’t know what they were talking about, other than knowing a trampstamp was a tattoo on the lower back, but I stopped thinking about it when the big guy started fucking me again. He had a big metal hoop on the end of his cock, and I fucking loved how it felt pulling back and forth on my insides. He also had big hoops on his nipples, and I stared at them thinking how I wanted to get something like that myself someday. I also found his huge silver chain fucking horny as hell, and told myself to ask him if I could try it on later if there was a chance. They fucked me in the hammock for ages, and then it was time for a break again. K&K kept glancing at each other and smiling as we all smoked and drank, and I knew they must have wanted to make out before, or maybe they even had and this was just their first time doing it in front of other people. The other guys noticed too, so when it was time to start up again things went a bit differently. One of the men grabbed a chair and pulled it over to be next to the mattress, before sitting down in it and summoning me over. I squatted down with my back to him and then sank down on his cock, while the other men gathered around the mattress, some holding cameras up to film. K&K were made to stand on the mattress facing each other before being instructed to properly make out. They hesitated for a moment again, before starting to kiss. Soon they had their arms round each other, and were going at it like they were lovers. It was so hot to watch, as I gently bounced up and down on the cock inside me. “Kieron, get down and suck your twin brother” one of the men announced. My brothers broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes, before Kieron lowered himself down, freed Kane’s cock from the jockstrap and began to suck him. After a while they were instructed to swap, and Kane was then on his knees blowing Kieron. “Kane, get on all fours” the man said. Kane did as instructed, and knowing where this was going, Kieron just got down behind him and began to rim. No more instructions were given, as Kieron then positioned himself behind Kane and slid inside. My dick was hard as a rock, and so was the one inside my hole. My twin brothers were fucking. Each other! They were verbal about what they were doing, and genuinely seemed to love it. Kieron bred Kane, and then got on his back with his legs up ready for the payback. Kane stared down at his twin as he held his ankles and slide inside, and he looked so fucking turned on as he pounded into Kieron. He didn’t last very long, before blowing inside. The roar he made set off the guy in the chair, and I felt the cock inside me pulsing as yet another load was added to the mix in there. We had another smoke and drink break, my brothers now happily standing with their arms round each other’s shoulders. Cum was liberally dripping out of the three of us, but we didn’t care. As much as we were getting paid for this, I was most focused on how much I was enjoying myself, kind of amazed how easily I had switched from being whatever I was before into a gay cumslut bottom. I liked the way the men looked at me, not being creeped out at all by being seen as a toy to use for their pleasure. The double-fucking began during the final session. The three of us were bent over the makeshift bar so the older men could open us up with increasingly thick dildos, and then Kane and Kieron were taken over to the mattress to both squat down onto pairs of scissoring men. They both took it quite easily, with Kane clearly having done enough work on himself since his first time so that he could take it as well as his brother. I got to watch them start bouncing up and down on the double-dicks while my hole continued to be worked open, starting to feel a little nervous about trying it myself. I had to huff on poppers quite a bit as the largest toy was pushed into my hole, but I really liked how incredibly full and stretched it made me. “You ready boy?” one of the men asked me. “Yes sir” I panted. Another mattress was brought out and put down next to the first one, and a guy got down on his back with his cock sticking up. I went over and squatted down on it, the entire thing sliding into me with ease. I bounced up and down for a bit, before a hand on my back made me lean forward and hold still. Another man got behind me and put his cock against my hole, starting to push in alongside the first one. I gritted my teeth and did my best to push out, and when it suddenly popped in I yelled out. The entire length was slowly pushed in alongside the first one, and then the guy behind me began to thrust. I was so full, but even with the pain it felt good. I started to bounce myself a bit, gradually speeding up until the guy behind held still and I fully took over fucking myself on both cocks. I was rewarded with both men blowing in me at once. The other men then paired up to give me four more double-fucks, all while Kane and Kieron continued to take the same treatment from the rest of the men in various positions on the other mattress. By the end of it our holes were gaping, and the three of us were red-faced and sweating from the effort and strain of being filled up so much. “Boy, I hope you’re going to become a regular” the hairy man in the big chain said to me as we had a final round of drinks. “I’d like to sir” I said. “Good” he said. “Grant sends us your brothers every couple of weeks, but if you’re up for it then maybe we could ask to have you on your own more regularly. Some of us get together quite frequently around the city.” “That would be fun” I said. “But I don’t know what Grant wants to do with me yet.” “Well, I’ll talk to him” he replied. “He has split up Kane and Kieron to do different venues on the same night before.” I did not know that was the case, and only standing there at that moment did I realise how few questions I had actually asked about this whole arrangement. I was such a slut that I’d just gone over to Grant’s, got fucked by him within minutes of arriving, and then turned up here to be used without finding out anything else. I didn’t even know how or when I’d be paid, nor how much. I felt like a bit of an idiot. Kane, Kieron and I went into a dingy old shower room in the warehouse to clean ourselves up a bit, then said our goodbyes and went back into the entry corridor to take off all the collars and cuffs and get dressed into our clothes. We headed outside and lit up cigarettes while we walked back to the road, with Kane leading us back up to the bus stop. When we got there he said he’d ordered an Uber, which arrived eventually and took us back to the estate quite quickly. We were all fucking knackered, but Kieron still quietly motioned for me to come into their room when we were home. “Here” he said, handing me some cash from a wad he pulled out his jock. “Your share.” I took the money and stared at it, realising it was more than I made in a month at Nisa and the pub. “There will be more from Grant later” said Kane. “Why?” I asked. “He waits until the video has been up a couple of weeks” Kieron said, “then we get a little bit from that too.” “Oh” I said, only properly realising then that there was going to be a video, despite the cameras at the warehouse. I felt like an idiot again. “Grant said he’ll let us know what he wants to do with you” said Kane. “Probably after the video’s been done and put up, which will be about a week.” “So I just wait?” I asked. “Well, yeah” Kane said. “But you can earn a bit before then too” Kieron said. “How?” I asked. “Stan and Winston” said Kane. I looked at him, unsure what he meant. Stan and Winston were this old pair of guys who drank in the Dragon, and both lived somewhere over the other side of the estate. I never spoke to them much, other than knowing their regular order. “They’re gay” said Kieron. “You know that, right?” “No!” I replied. “They’re a couple?” “Yeah” said Kane, smirking. “They live together.” “Wow” I said. “Don’t really know them, thought they was just neighbours or something.” “Nah” said Kieron. “Been together years, and they love fucking younger guys. You could earn a packet off them for a while.” That was how, the next day at the Dragon, I took the opportunity to go over to their table with some fresh pints when I saw they were nearly finished with their drinks. “On the house gents” I said. “Oh?” asked Stan. “My brothers said I should look after you” I said, winking at him. “They did, did they?” said Winston, giving me a grin. “Maybe after my shift I could help you get home?” I said. “We’d like that” said Stan. For the rest of the shift they gazed at me, and despite how used my hole had been the day before, I knew I was ready to be fucked again. I was much quicker than normal with getting the place cleaned up after closing, and by 11.30 I was out on the street lighting up a cigarette as I walked towards the pair of them where they were sitting waiting on a bench under a lamppost. “Gents” I said, smiling at them. They got up, and grinned at me. We then started to walk off in the direction of their flat, and I felt my hole start to twitch in anticipation. K&K would be out all night, Dad would be passed out until lunchtime based on the state of him when Brian had ushered him out of the pub earlier, and I had my day off at the Nisa the next day. I didn’t know how good these old guys were going to be, nor how much stamina they might have, but I was ready to be fucked again and would take whatever they had to give…

this part is quite a long one. The plot builds up slowly and it is a softer piece than the previous 2 parts. But it is not finished yet.... 😉 I have divided this chapter into 2 parts. part 2 of chapter 6 is being worked on. Hopefully this chapter with build up will also be appreciated. Thank for all the reactions you guys already gave me. It is very nice to read those. This gives satisfaction to continue. I hope hear from you how you think abpouth this piece and of course, new readers of the hole story line yet. thank you very much Part 6.1 We walk towards the big square. Leroy walks next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I see that the stain on his pants is wet again and starts to get bigger. Jokingly I say to him, that stain is getting bigger, if you keep going like this, those hole pants will be a big stain soon. Leroy laughs back. that's what I hope. It was a big load i think says Leroy, his pole stayed in me spasm for a long time. Whit this, I hope I'm enof cum lubed for the next one, if it's bigger. I look at him questioningly. You can also just use normal lube. Maybe less painful. Leroy starts laughing a bit harder. You really don't know much about it, do you Jake….. My daddy at home has already told me a lot. In this hotel... they don't use much to no lube, except for semen. The more you get fucked here the better it gets. And if my daddy has already logged in at home, and sees that I have been fucked twice in this short time. He would be proud of me. If I go home after this holiday, I guess my daddy fuck me instant, wen I close the front door. I wont even make it to the living room, whiteout getting a load of him. This all makes him so horny…. Sounds like a real daddy, i think, Leroy. I say to him. Slowly it becomes evening, as we walk onto the square. Just in time, 5 minutes to go. We grab another drink and wait for what is to come. The lights on the stage go, the screen starts to burn and the logo of the hotel appears on the screen. A large biohazard sign. i have seen this before i think to myself. But I haven't seen any guys here with it yet. Well, some of them keep a shirt, pants or whatever on, so I have no idea. The owner walks onto the stage and there is applause. Nice to see you all here, he says. or, the ones who aren't busy now he laughs with a grin. Are you all enjoying it? He asks into the microphone. Around me I hear everyone reacting loudly and enthusiastically. This holiday is already a success says the man. I can tell you all, that there have never been so many men present. the hotel is fully booked. And he says. Never there have been shared so many loads on a first day. Everyone start clapping again. For your information, we are either going to decide to build an extra part for next year, or take a new hotel, for this event. But that is not until next year. Let’s celebrate this year first. Your holiday has only just started. Let’s see where we stand, says the man. How many loads have been given already? He points to the big screen where the top page appears. there is a big counter on which suddenly starts to increase. Higher and higher. 10, 20, 30, 50, 80, 100, etc etc. slowly the count becomes slower. And then it stops. At 126 loads. And this all from the official start moment I think to myself?!? Everyone claps enthusiastically. And now, let's see who gave how much and what this does for the top score. On the big screen all 126 loads are filled in with the list of the tops. Next to it is the top 20 with the tops, who has given the most loads?? This with a photo of course. Everyone claps again and is very enthusiastic when the ranking is filled in. I pay close attention. Do I know someone from here? Is the daddy or the man from the toilet among them? The skinny man from the toilet is indeed in there. Place 19 out of 20. Given 4 loads….. Leroy sees it too. Enthusiastically he points, yes… yes… I got one of his. I helped him into the top 20! Then my eye falls on spot 8. is that... is that Jake? With 6 loads given. Yeah it is, it's Jake….. With whom Paul had a date, but is now sick and couldn't come. What a fucker….. He takes what he can get. I notice that i am a bit irritated by it. if Paul knew this... or did he know a little??? Because he did know that Jake had an open relationship and was also with Paul. Now the bttm ranking says the man, and I snap out of my thoughts and look back at the screen. 126 loads are given…. Who has received them!!!!! the number is divided on the screen among all the bttms. I see myself and Leroy briefly with the photo. Of course i shoot down the ladder, but Leroy just up. I am in place 16…. place 16….!!!! Leroy then cheers. With 3 loads taken! I look at Leroy. Who else did you do then, i only know about the daddy and the skinny man on the toilet. Leroy grins. Nobody he says. i don't understand, i say to him. Well... says Leroy. The smart watch registers everything. So that can only mean that either the daddy, or the guy on the toilet, has filled me up with 2 loads. Leroy grins. And if I had to guess... it's the daddy. We’ve spent a lot more time together than with that guy in the toilet. He secretly filled me up once, as a surprise, besides the load that I already knew. Fuck says Leroy, what a surprise! That daddy has been really good to me. Then the next part, says the man on stage. For tonight it is date night. Everyone is paired with someone. And the location he says, for tonight, is in a specially decorated dining hall. This is the hall below, and points to stairs that seem to go to a space under the square. Log in whit your smart watch, on one of the panels or in the room. Everyone who is on the B list (from bttm), is expected in an hour. Your date is listed as anonymous. Every B is assigned to a seat, because we know the linked dates. We linked it our self. The men grins. The T list is not visible to you. When you are on the T list, you can see which B you are linked to. We expect you back here soon. You may only go to the B, at the Date night event, wen we say so. Disqualification will follow if you inform the B about there date. Then we have the VIP guests, who paid more for there status this year. They have already received a notification on their smart watch to report. VIPs were allowed to choose a date from the guest file. Others have been matched by us The date looks like this. You will be warmly welcomed by us with champagne and something nice or playful. Afterwards, it is expected that each B takes his T to his room, where a relaxing warm bath has been filled with more surprises. We expect you to stay together, in a room for the night. This means that a part of the hotel will be empty for tonight, those on the T list, so that we can clean and dress these rooms well for a good stay for everyone. I expect everyone to be dressed neatly for the date night event. There is something in the room for everyone to help with this. What happens in the rooms afterwards, and the man starts laughing in the microphone... that is up to each person. You can all go now… Leroy and i walk towards the room together. Clean yourself well, Leroy laughs, who knows you might get the daddy.... I think Leroy notices that i have become a bit jealous and that i might still want that daddy. I walk in my room and on the bed there is a tight white shirt, a neat black pair of trousers with a gold shiny bow tie. All for tonight. I quickly jump in the shower. The bath next to it is still empty, but the hotel would arrange that. I clean myself thoroughly and a little later i am completely ready and put on my clothes on from the bed. I am looking good, i think to myself. I hear a knock on the door. It is Leroy, ready to go? Come, its time…. Soon we gather at the stairs. Several assistants refer the people on the B list to their seats. They also take me to a table for 2. There is a bottle of champagne cold, with 2 glasses and a red rose. There is a closed golden box on the table. There is a card on it, only open it together with your date. I take a seat and wait. The assistants are still busy. Leroy is also referred to a table. He is sitting at a table next to me. He laughs while waving. We wait…. After about 15 minutes everyone has a seat but no date. The lights are dimmed a bit. A small orchestra starts playing. Quiet music. Atmospheric. The same man, the owner of the event, comes back with a microphone and walks into the hall. A big applause he says, here are our VIP hotel guests first About 50 men walk in. different ages, origins and especially appearance. some seem really handsome and muscular. Others… far from that… Fuck I think, Jake is there too. Does he have VIP status??? Did he pay more to get this privilege??? The assistants walk one by one to a VIP and ask them to follow. They are being brought to the table with their date. I try to turn my eyes away a little, hoping that Jake doesn't see me and hasn't seen me on the list. But a little later i hear an assistant say, you may take a seat here sir. Your B. Dammm, i think. can only mean one guy... I look and see.... A handsome tanned man, i think not too old, somewhere around 40, dark hair, very dark eyes, in which you can completely lose yourself. A well-kept moustache and short beard. Around his neck hangs a small thin gold chain, which runs in the direction of his chest. at the end hangs a round small pendant. He is also wearing a white shirt, but it is very tense so it stands open near his chest. I see short trimmed chest hair, which seems to continue under his open shirt. His sleeves are rolled up and on both hands he has a wide gold bracelet. He has one hand in his trouser pocket; he is wearing black formal trousers just like me. on his trousers he has a black leather belt with a gold colored buckle. In the other hand he has a glass of champagne, in which he has a red rose. He smiles at me. He says, I’m your date. I can hardly believe it. What, he,.... my date.... that hunk... that one..... I'm Mark, You know, you wrote to me earlier, before the vacation, Jake… To show you around in the hotel… I couldn't find you so quickly around here, so I chose you for a date, to make it up to you. Is that Mark, the muscular, hairy daddy type, that has been here 6 times already…. He is…. So hot. I’m sorry i don't have my red tie on like the other vips, he says to me. But this was too tight. With that i see him take it out of his pocket, with the hand he had there. He puts it on the table Next to me I hear another helper saying, here is your date. I look around in shock, afraid that they made a mistake and Mark is not my date after all…. But I see that a date is being brought to Leroy. Also a VIP. The helper is in my field of vision, so I can't see who it is. I hear Leroy enthusiastically greet him. It sounds like he is also happy with his date. I have seen you before I hear... I wonder who that might be. When the helper walks away, I see that his date has already taken a seat. It is Jason... We’re going to have fun, I hear him say to Leroy….. Fuck…. Jason again, whit my friend… dam… Poor Leroy…. Jason will try to get his ass, any way he can… I hope Jason will treat Leroy right and won’t be a jerk. Leroy deserves that. I can hardly get my words out when i look back at mark. He’s pouring in the Champaign already. Ready to toast? We toast together and mark takes the closed box that is on the table and slides it to me. Shall we start with this he says? I slowly open it. There is a card in it. Congratulations on your VIP date. the VIP has chosen you. Make it worth it. You are registered as neg, bttm, virgin. You have to make the following choice/ either he takes the lead or gives the lead to your date. This has consequences for later choices, which are ready in the room. I think carefully, but i have no experience, he does. And which choices? Let’s be crazy. He gets the lead and cross this off. i show it to mark and close the box again. We toast and drink champagne together. We chat a bit, he is quite sociable and before we know it the bottle is already empty. Come, lets keep going to your room says mark. I get up and see that Leroy is already gone. We walk to my room and pass Leroy's room. The door is closed and i see a light on under the door. Leroy is already in his room. I unlock my door. There is a note hanging at the entrance. T; enter in shorts, B enter naked. I turn to Mark. He laughs, what are you waiting for? Undress me to my shorts. Rules are rules I can feel his head working overtime. Can i really take his clothes off... fuck, he's hot, can i really?... I grab his shirt and start to undo it slowly. Button by button. His wide short trimmed hairy chest becomes more and more visible. I touch him with my fingers when i undo it further. His belly, a 6 pack slowly becomes visible. Also slightly hairy. I let the shirt slide off and take a good look at his chest and belly. The gold chain shines on his hairy chest. His belly is hard, his chest muscular, his hands and arms, so big Slowly I go to his crotch. With 1 hand I undo the button of his pants. I look into his face and slowly I bend down, to pull his pants down. Lower and lower. My head goes along his chest, his stomach, I can smell his scent and perfume, still going lower until my head ends at his crotch and I feel the ground with my hands. His pants are all the way down. On my knees I stay sitting, taking off his shoes with my hands, while I look straight at his shorts, his crotch, and it seems very well filled Mark grabs my head and presses me against his crotch. I feel a big, warm, hard cock poking through the fabric, against my cheek. He laughs; I'll help you out, because this is what you wanted, right? I…. i…. ihhh,,,, yeah... I say and take his shoes off while I feel his pole against my cheek. Now you, get undressed. And on the letter it said for you... naked. I don't know how fast, but really fast, I take everything off, a bit ashamed against a trained body like his, although I don't look bad myself. I'm soon standing naked in front of him. He laughs nice!!!! And slaps my bare ass. Hard. I can feel a tingling imprint on my ass. We start walking further into the room. Mark follows me. I guess, he’s looking at my ass, I think to myself. I whould… I look around and am amazed at what has been done in such a short time. rose leafs on the bed, a bottle of champagne with glasses, a box with a name for B and a box for T. what could that mean, but I look a little further. The bed is beautifully made, towels folded into swans etc. Then I hear my name behind me. Jake, are you coming or what? I look behind me but don't see Mark. The sound came from the bathroom and I slowly walk there. I walk into the bathroom and my mouth almost falls open. A warm steaming bath, full of foam, a bottle of champagne with 2 glasses, a overwhelmingly delicious smell and especially... Mark. Who is already in the bath. His chest and shoulders sticking out, wet and with foam. His knees stick out a little from the foam and his shorts… are on the floor. he is naked... in my bath…. Come join me he says. And looks at me horny. Slowly I step into the bath, his hands slide up my legs, he grabs my thighs and helps me into the water, like that, he laughs. He grabs the champagne and shakes it. he gives me a glass and I quickly start drinking, because I don't know where to look and where to leave my hands. Mark quickly refills it. Which I drink half empty again. I notice that I slide away a bit in the bath, my legs along his legs. One of his hands is under water, but where? I don't see it with all the foam. I slide away a bit more and more towards him. It’s only a 1 person bath and we're in it together. In the meantime I can't take my eyes off his wet chest, his nipples hanging just above the water, his beautiful face and that gold chain. it seems to hypnotize me a bit, or did I just drink the drink too quickly? mark takes my hand and places it on his chest. You can touch me, i can see you looking. I feel his short-trimmed chest hair and slowly i slide along his chain, towards his nipples. I touch them. With the tip of my finger i slowly make circles around them. They are soft, with a hard point in the middle. By stretching a hand forward i slide even further through the bath. My legs slide along his and i feel our asses bump together. but... not only his ass. i also feel his balls and his hand. His hand against my hole… His finger tickling… This makes me even hornier and I start to moan. Mark hands me the champagne glass again and I drink it empty. He laughs, you drink it, like it is water. And pours the last bit of Champaign into my glass too. he is sipping his glass. I don’t want to get drunk he says, I want to enjoy… you…. the alcohol does kick in and I start to moan a bit when I feel his finger moving. My limits are flowing away a bit. I finally dare to move a hand towards his crotch under water and soon come across his cock. He is hard, very hard. I clamp my hand around it. But I feel his cock is tay longer than just 1 of my hands. I decide to move my 2nd hand there too and grab his cock whit this one too. With both hands on top of each other, I feel that his cock is still bigger. He’s huge…. he groans softly and then slowly but surely pushes his finger into my hole. I can feel it burning a bit, but also tickling, slowly a bit deeper. i start to pant. This feeling... i don't know that yet. He pushes his finger slowly further in. a burning pleasure…. i lean forward and want to kiss him. but this makes me really slide into the bath. i slide and fall on top of him, my head against his short-trimmed chest, my nose poking in his hair, my mouth against his nipple, our bodies glued together and our cocks touching... i pretend it was meant to be like this, but Mark notices. He goes along with it. licks my nipples, he laughs…. i won't let me say that again, and take his nipple in my mouth. I suck on it. My tongue makes circles. Small hard hairs, from his trimmed chest and nippels, tickle my lips and tongue while i do this. I also feel his pole getting harder against mine. His finger searches my hole again and he slowly slides it into me. I moan and start kissing him now. His beard and moustache scratches my face and mouth, wile I kiss him. I feel his tongue come out and i do the same. Our tongues find each other. Wet, sticky, warm... we kiss, as if we tongue wrestle. The pleasure. But also the ecstasy and yet also, the many glasses of champagne. I can feel a second finger pressing against my hole, which also slowly but surely slides into my hole. I start to gasp. Then he takes them out. Turns you around, he orders me. I quickly do what he says and sit with my ass on his chest. He pulls my ass towards him. I can feel his nose and his mouth between my butt. I feel his tongue searching and then suddenly…. he has found my hole….. He starts to lick it… I moan…. Hard, real hard from pleasure. His warm wet tongue, sliding over and against my hole. Pushing, as if his tongue wants to go in. My cock gets rock hard as it lies against his chest and stomach. With one hand I start to grab his cock and slowly rub up and down. He keeps licking me like that for 10 minutes. i'm going crazy. My head is spinning. I moan and gasp and feel the champagne hitting me more and more. He is building pressure whit his tongue. I can feel it pushing in me. He is making my hole wanting him. My hole is wet of his spit. so wet, that it shines in the light of the bathroom Come he says and pushes me forward. My ass over his chest, to his stomach and suddenly against his cock. His cock head is directly against my hole. i want to put some pressure, feel his cock pressing against my hole. But he stops me. Let’s go to the bed, and think about it first. You have not seen all yet. I get out of the bath and see him standing up too. The foam drips off him. Down his chest. His short-trimmed chest hair shines. The foam sinks further down his stomach; his 6-pack becomes visible again. Further down. Over his thighs. His pole stands straight out, poking through the foam. The foam sinks further down his groin. Short-shaved pubic hair becomes visible and something black. A tattoo in his groin… a point…. When the foam sinks further I see it, the tattoo like the hotel, a biohazard tattoo.... I lick my lips and think; He must have that because he has been coming here for so many years. As a holiday memory, because he likes it here so much. I don't recognize the real meaning of the biohazard symbol yet. It doesn't occur to me that this means. That he is poz. the foam falls down his legs and I grab his hand. I lead him out of the bathroom, to the bed. Wet we fall on the bed. Me on top of him. I immediately start kissing his neck. Slowly I keep kissing downwards. I kiss his nipples again and then slowly further, over his 6-pack, muscle by muscle towards his groin. His shaved pubic hair pricks my chin and my mouth finds his biohazard tattoo. I look at it attentively. Wow, beautiful I think. That is a nice souvenir of the holiday. Especially if you have been here so often, like Mark. Mark wants to say something, but before he can do this, I slowly start to lick his tattoo. I lick along the shape, the edges. Mark gasps. I lick is softly, following the curves and slowly inward. I see that Mark enjoys it. Slowly circling with my tongue. From the outsides, right to the middle of the biohazard tattoo. And then I kiss it. his pole is rock hard. I want him, I want him to be my first. Fuck me, fuck me plzzzz. I ask him. I am ready for my first real dick.

Part 5 Leroy walks to his closet and takes out a shirt. A white tank top, puts it on and turns to me. That was a hell nice hard fuck right? He says to me. Uhhhh, yes you can say that Leroy. How are you now? I saw tears in your eyes, your grimaces, your screams, moans, panting but your eyes were also full of pleasure. That daddy really fucked you hard. How is your ass? It must be hurt and bruised. Men... your hole was so wet and open. That mix of blood, anal fluid and cum running out of it. And he just kept fucking you hard. It was…. Fucking hot…. Leroy; He fucked me really hard he…. he laughs. My hole really hurt, but that's just part of the game. This pain is nice. The pain of being fucked hard. And also the pain it keeps giving afterwards. I can still feel it in my hole. I don't think it will close completely tonight. Daddy made sure of that. i will continue to feel this, every time i sit down. But what do you think if someone else fucks me now. He starts laughing hard. This is how this daddy made sure, I don’t forget him, whit any fuck I have. The daddy has made so many wounds and bruises in my fuck hole, that the next guy who fucks me will open all the wounds again. It will certainly not be painless anymore. He has fucked me that hard Too bad daddy couldn't fuck you right after, otherwise he would have been between your ass. I look at Leroy and my face turns a little red. I have to admit that if daddy wanted to, i would have offered him my ass. But maybe another day? The holiday has only just begun. Come, says Leroy. Dinner time and takes me out of my thoughts. We walk out of the room together. I can still smell the air of sweat and hard sex when we get in to the hallway. I see the helper grab new bedding, to put on the clean bed of Leroy. Because this to, is covered in semen, blood, sweat and ass fluid. On our way to the dining room I see a wet spot appearing on Leroy's pants. A mix of anal fluid, blood and semen that runs out his still open hole. It gives a noticeable spot on his pants with a light red and yellow color. I point it out to him, but Leroy didn't care at all. I'm not the only one who saw the stain. Walking along the buffet food, some men slap him on his ass. Others whisper to him, had a good fuck? And then start laughing. Leroy can laugh with it and feels visibly honored. We grab some food from the buffet and sit down at a table with the two of us. Leroy doesn't know exactly how to sit down. He shuffles up and down in his chair. His ass still hurts I see that the daddy is sitting a few tables behind us. He has spotted us and is smiling at us with a grimace on his face. The daddy is sitting at the table with some other top guys, judging by their black smart watches. Their whole table laughs. The daddy clearly tells his fellow tops that he fucked Leroy so hard, he doesn't know how to sit now. They laugh and wink. I wink back, in case the daddy decides to fuck a second time right now. but the daddy doesn't react. After dinner we go to the bar. We decided to have another drink and celebrate the holiday. Soon we all have to gather on the square again for the evening meeting. we have one more hour to go I see the smart watches of several men with black belts light up. They clearly receive a notification. Some also get up to take action. What could be wrong, I wonder. We have no notification. So we decide to just order our drinks. A little later Leroy says he really needs to go to the toilet. Now that you mention it, so do I. We finish the drink and head to the toilet at the bar. It is very busy. We walk into the toilet area and hear groaning and moaning everywhere. More is done here than just a piss. all the toilets are occupied, sometimes not locked, where someone is visibly being fucked or sucked. we see an open spot at the urinals. it is clear that some people are busy there too. Leroy and I stand next to each other. I hear mumbling. look at his pants. that spot..... a man stands behind Leroy. He grabs Leroy’s pants and pulls them down in one go. Filled holes don't need to be hidden. you didn't do that before either, because cum is leaking out. Look boys he shouts, this star has been fucked well. His hole is red, thick and puffy. Wile his hole ass is a bit red and there seem to be some blue bruises on it. Leroy gets attention right away. he lets it happen and lets everyone see it. he even leans forward a bit as he starts to pee. See this says the man, this boy really just got fucked and hard too. he has blue bruises on his ass. Someone must have gone wild there. I wonder who did this, he did a good deed. The man squeezes Leroy hard in his ass, so that his bruises become even more visible and some more semen seeps out of Leroy’s hole. I am certainly not skipped either and feel a hand slide into my pants to discover my ass. This one not yet, says the same man and then pulls my pants down too. He is still tight. there we are, both pants around our ankles, our asses exposed, peeing I feel several hands discovering my ass. But the skinny man takes the lead. I like used ones like this and he pushes his finger inside Leroy, all the way in one go. Leroy squeezes his body together for a moment, but gives no resistance. He even pushes his ass a little more back to the skinny men. I now feel the man's other hand against my hole and starts pressing with a finger. This one is really tight he says. Slowly but surely I feel him pressing harder and my sphincter can no longer resist. His fingertip slides slowly inside. ohwwwww. I moan, and feel his finger tip moving in me. He keeps pushing hard and slowly. I feel him going deeper and deeper. I feel his finger slowly opening my hole. All resistance from my sphincter, for nothing. When his finger is all the way in, i feel him moving inside me. Twisting, contracting and sometimes a bit painful. but mostly nice. He sometimes touches my prostate which makes me hard right away Slowly I turn my head and look at the man, who has a finger in both of us. A balding man is standing behind us, with the rest of his head shaved short. An unshaven beard with a slightly sunken face. His shoulders are not that broad. he is slim, normal height and has a hairy chest. I don’t see any tattoos on his chest, arms or legs. He does not seem to do any sports, he so slim I think to myself. When I look further, he is only wearing tight underwear. I guess he has been playing here for a while. (an impression of the thin man, i added an AI made photo, to try and give a bit of an image of the thin man, to support the story. (let me know if you like this, for the next parts, maybe i will post them from previous ones too) Do you like it, he asks me. I nod yes. Unfortunately for you he says, that I like used holes more. Those tight ones of yours, require too much preparation. He pulls his fingers out of both our holes. I see that he has long nails. He quickly grabs his underwear and pulls them down. a thin, hard pole appears. I think a 6 inch. it is hard, stands straight with a small bend to the left. his fingers presses on our sphincter again. He slides it in me hard. I can feel his nail scraping and cutting along the inside of my hole. ouchhhh. Deeper and deeper and always pushing against my intestinal wall. as if he does it on purpose. Sometimes he also touches my prostate, which keeps me hard and horny. Leroy got 2 fingers slid in his ass. These seem to slide in really easily, unlike mine with just 1 finger. with him to, he seems to scrape and scratch his fingers inside his hole. The men dous it quickly whit Leroy. It causes the wounds that Leroy already had, inside him, to open up again. The men fingers quickly become red mixed with the cum of the daddy, that Leroy still has in him. do you all see this says the man, to the others in the toilet. The man starts to grin. he pulls his fingers out of Leroy and places his finger in Leroy’s Mouth. Leroy can taste his own ass, with a mix of blood and daddy's old cum that he still carries inside him The men places his cock against Leroy’s sphincter. Leroy is still open from his previous fuck, so the man slides his pole in without almost no pressure. Leroy groans again. It hurts a bit he pants to me, because of the daddy earlier. But this man can have my hole to. The man behind him hears this and says; good boy. Let me grab this ass good, I'll mix my cum in it, together with everything that is already in. He starts fucking Leroy with his cock. His untrimmed pubic hair slaps against Leroy’s smooth ass. I hear his thighs slapping against Leroy's ass as we stand next to each other at the urinals. I watch them both. Meanwhile the man fingers my hole, in the rhythm that he fucks Leroy. We attract quite a lot attention and the man is encouraged by others. i feel several hands going over my ass, ass and body, but i keep looking at the man while he fucks Leroy. The man also looks at me. this should be your ass he says to me. i pretend it's you. I actually want you. With your beautiful blonde head. Buttttt…… i need a used ass to stick my pole in. I don't break our eye connection and notice that he starts fucking Leroy faster and in the same rhythm, fingering me faster. His cock covered with slime from Leroy's hole end redness of his blood. He starts to groan and thrusts hard a few times. I feel his finger in my asshole also pushing really hard and deep into me. Against my prostate and along it. My hard pole keeps hitting the urinal with every finger thrust Then I hear him panting and groaning hard. His cock deep in Leroy's ass, buried. His body is making uncontrolled movements. He is shaking. I hear Leroy say thank you, thank you thank you again Then the men stops pounding, but he he's still panting. his pole still in Leroy's ass. he does pull his finger out of me, fast and painful. my own cock still hard, because I didn't come. Give me the shirt, give me a shirt, he shouts to another guy who is watching. He takes off his shirt and hands it to him. The guy grabs the shirt and tears off a sleeve. Thanks he says. He quickly folds the torn off piece of shirt into a ball, with his dick still in Leroy's ass. Leroy let it happen, and doesn't seem to make any move, that gives a chance to let the guy's pole escape from his ass. The thin man takes his time. He stays like that for a while and I see his pole slowly soften, in Leroys hole. he pulls his pole out of Leroy’s ass a moment later. He quickly presses the ball of the shirt against Leroys worn out hole. he pushes it in a little. so this one doesn't leak anymore he laughs. He grabs Leroy’s pants and pulls them up, go ahead, he laughs. And you too little blonde slut. We quickly walk out of the toilet and I hear Leroy behind me saying thank you to the man. Shit i think to myself, Leroy again and not me. 2- against 0.

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]

My actual first penetrative sex was me fucking another boy long before I fucked a girl. I still have a list of memorable "firsts" that all involved ejaculation, such as first mmm three-way, first time someone fucked me, etc

Jake's life as a pass around party bottom was a whirlwind of depraved, kink-filled adventures. He thrived on the attention and the raw, uninhibited sex that came with being the center of the action at various underground parties and private gatherings. His reputation grew in the pig and [banned word] communities, making him a highly sought-after hole among those who craved extreme sexual experiences. His main dealer, a towering man named Tyrone, but better known as “Big Smoke” to those on the street, was a dominant pig who knew exactly how to cater to Jake's insatiable desires and make a fuck ton of money in the process. Tyrone, a hulking mass of roided out muscle with a thick beard and a mohawk, stood tall at 6'5" and had an intimidating presence that only added to his allure. His black skin was adorned with wild tattoos, telling a story of his life in ink, and a thick septum piercing that gave off the perfect pig energy. His unyielding gaze could make even the most seasoned pig quiver with anticipation. His cock, a monstrous and thick uncut beast at 14” with Prince Albert piercing, was always at the ready. Even before his strong dose of trimix he was the stuff of legend. Tyrone was into the nastiest kinks imaginable, and he loved exploring all of them with Jake, who was always eager to please. Tyrone in all his glory… Overall, Tyrone was a solid dealer and well known in both PNP and pig groups. He always had top notch product and was very reliable. Despite his tough, menacing exterior, he was always friendly and very trustworthy. His jacked muscles, sagging pants, and Jordans made him look like any other dealer and that was the Tyrone that most everybody knew. But to a select few—Jake included—Tyrone was so much worse behind closed doors. The weekend invitations from Tyrone were never subtle. He would send Jake a simple text message with an address and a time, often accompanied by a crude photo of Tyrone’s hard cock pressing against a nasty jockstrap. Jake knew what was expected of him when he received these texts: show up, get slammed, and get wrecked. And that's exactly what he did. Jake was always available for Tyrone, so when he got the text he knew what to do. Jake's heart raced as he approached the location—one of Tyrone's buddy’s apartment, a place he had been to several times before. He was feeling the familiar excitement and anticipation of a weekend of complete submission. He had been with Tyrone countless times before, but each visit was a fresh thrill that never failed to get his blood pumping. He knocked on the door, his body exited as he waited. The door swung open, and there stood one of Tyrone's piggy friends, a massive black man named Jamal. He was a massive man, with thick, bulging muscles that threatened to tear through his tight white tank top and a thick beard that framed a sinister smile. His bald head gleamed with sweat, and his eyes were dark with desire as they roamed over Jake's body. He was wearing only a ratty, old jockstrap that barely contained his substantial package, the fabric stained with a mix of sweat and precum. The scent of musk and male arousal filled the air, making Jake's cock and hole twitched in his shorts. Behind Jamal, Jake could see the apartment, a cesspool of depravity that was the setting for their weekend-long orgy. The walls were covered in posters of muscular men fucking, fisting, and extreme bondage. The floor was sticky with the remnants of past parties. The air was thick with the smell of meth, piss, and sweat—a heady cocktail that made Jake's knees wobble. Tyrone emerged from the smoke-filled room, his own muscular body covered in a patchwork of ink, his cock straining the torn fabric of his jockstrap. He had a sadistic glint in his eye that Jake found utterly irresistible. He called Jake inside with a grin, showing off his own jockstrap, which was even more disgusting than Jamal's. As Jake stepped into the room, the door closed behind him with a finality that made his stomach flutter. Tyrone grabbed him by the neck and shoved him down to the floor, tearing off his shorts and tank top with a feral growl. Jake's eyes went wide as he saw the three other men that had gathered—each one larger, dirtier, and more intimidating than the last. First, there was DeShawn, a beefy bear of a man with a thick beard and a gut that hung over his jock. His cock was already hard and leaking as he watched the scene unfold. Then there was Marcus, a lean, mean-looking stud with a shaved head and piercings all over his body. His eyes were wild and hungry, and his jock was stained with what looked like a week's worth of sweat. Lastly, there was Marvin, who was the shortest of the group but made up for it with his sheer bulk. His chest was a carpet of hair, and his cock was the largest Jake had seen in a long time, even semi-soft. Tyrone tossed Jake his own jockstrap and a pair of used socks. "Get into these, pig," he barked, his voice thick with lust. Jake eagerly complied, sliding the socks onto his feet and pulling the jock up over his hips. The fabric was wet and sticky, but the smell of Tyrone's sweat and cum only served to make him hornier. As soon as Jake was dressed in the filthy attire, Tyrone's friends descended upon him. They pushed him onto the mattress, which squelched under his weight. Tyrone had his friends prep the slams they would soon share, while he switched out his septum and Prince Albert piercings, both thick and well worn. He frequently swapped them, loving the smells deep in his nose. The friends took turns admining their slams, finishing with Jake as the rush hit each one of them. With the excitement hitting all the men, they started filling Jake’s tight ass with their thick, raw dicks, passing their pipes and bongs as they went. The high was intense, a rush of euphoria that mixed with the pain and pleasure of their rough treatment. Once the drugs were really hitting, the men's last inhibitions disappeared. They began to groan and grunt, their movements becoming more and more aggressive. They spit on Jake's face and in his mouth, using him as their personal cumdumpster. They slapped his ass, pinched his pierced nipples, and pulled his hair, making him squeal with every thrust. Jake's body was a canvas for their kinks. They marked him with bruises and bitemarks, leaving no part of him untouched. His skin was slick with their sweat and spit, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The stench of piss grew stronger as the men relieved themselves on Jake, their streams mixing with the sweat and cum already coating his body. The four of them took turns using Jake, switching between his tight hole and eager mouth. They laughed and jeered as they fucked him, treating him like the dirty whore he craved to be. Every inch of him was claimed by their raw, uncut cocks, and he felt like he was going to burst with their cum. But they were just the beginning. The guests at Tyrone's weekend parties were a veritable smorgasbord of piggy depravity. They were a motley crew of men drawn from various walks of life, united by their insatiable appetites for the darker shades of carnality and their deep pockets that could afford Tyrone's top-shelf drugs and exclusive entertainment. The parties were a clandestine affair, a secret club where the rules of society were tossed out the window and the basest instincts of mankind were celebrated. Among these guests were the "Brewers," a trio of bearish, burly men with thick beards and equally thick cocks. They were known for their home-brewed poppers, which they eagerly shared with anyone who would partake, turning even the most vanilla of experiences into a mind-bending, hole-wrecking adventure. The Brewers were always dressed in leather and nothing else, their hairy bellies and cocks on full display as they moved from room to room, filling and refilling bottles of their potent concoctions for the eager pigs. Then there were the "Meat Injectors," a group of five or six muscular, tattooed gym rats who were obsessed with fisting and inflation. They'd arrive in their tank tops and jockstraps, each one with a medical kit full of syringes, lubes, and various-sized dildos. They were the masters of stretching limits, pushing Jake's body to the brink with their skilled hands and toys, making him feel like a human balloon animal. Their sessions were a mix of pain and pleasure, with Jake's cries echoing through the house as they competed to see who could make him the fullest. Another regular was "The Maestro," a refined, yet sadistic, older gentleman with a penchant for sounding. He'd bring an array of gleaming steel rods and plugs, and would conduct the evening's debauchery with a stern, yet artistic flair. His gentle touch belied the painful ecstasy he inflicted, as he meticulously worked his ever larger instruments into the willing piggies, turning their screams into symphonies of suffering and desire. And let's not forget the "Breeders," a pack of hung, hairy, and hyper-masculine daddies with a penchant for breeding load after load into any hole. They'd circle Jake like hungry wolves, each one eager to leave their mark deep inside his guts. Their sessions were raw, unbridled, and messy, with Jake's ass serving as the canvas for their fertile desires. Tyrone's parties were a playground of depravity, where no kink was too extreme and no limit too sacred. The air was always thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and poppers. The sounds of grunts, slaps, and wet flesh colliding filled the space as the pigs reveled in their hedonistic pursuits. The guys were into everything you could imagine, pushing each other and Jake to the edge of human experience. These were nights that Jake would never forget, even if he sometimes wished he could. The intense highs of the drugs and the relentless pounding of cocks, fists, feet, and toys inside him melded into a delirious haze of pleasure and pain. Jake was passed around from one man to the next, his body absolutely wrecked. After a weekend of being double fisted, pissed on, and used in every conceivable way he was a smiling mess. But through it all, he reveled in the feeling of being completely and utterly used, a mere receptacle for their lust. He was stretched beyond belief, his ass feeling like it might split in two at any moment, but he never once complained. This was what he lived for, the ultimate expression of his submissive nature. And as the sun rose the next Monday morning, the party would finally come to an end, leaving Jake a trembling, used mess, covered in a concoction of cum, sweat, and human filth, but always eager for the next weekend's invite.

Part 9 I stand there waiting until suddenly the lights go on in the room. We are standing in the middle of the room. Chairs are set around us in a circle, twelve of them. I can see six VIPs standing behind them. Each has one chair. Next to each VIP is an empty chair, with a dildo placed in the middle of the chair. All VIPs wear red shirts, so we can't see any chests (well, the shirts are so tight, we can see the shapes of their abs and bodies). They all wear tight leather shorts with a zipper in the crotch. Some assistants are coming in and walking behind us. Distracted by the VIPs, I don't really pay attention to them. We hear some tubes being opened, and then... a shockwave hits my body. I feel a finger pushing up my sphincter. I yell softly . I did not expect this. The helpers are massaging our holes. a finger slides deep inside me. The host starts to talk again and tells us our holes are being lubed for this game. Then he starts to give six of us a condom while the helpers are still fingering us. Including me, it tickles inside me, and sometimes he's pushing against my prostate. This takes at least five minutes until the host starts to talk again. "All of you with a condom, walk up to a VIP. Unzip their zippers, suck those cocks, and make them hard." Shit... I need to pick a guy... I look around and walk up to a VIP. He is a Latin guy. If I have to guess, he's from Colombia? He is in his thirties and has a bald, shaved head, strong arms, and big, trained legs. photo of Colombian guy I go down on my knees and open the zipper. I can see a bulge. With my hand, I grab his cock and pull it out. It smells clean, and I can't see any pubic hair. I guess he shaved. It is still really soft, so I have to do my best to make it hard. I put my mouth over it and start to play with my tongue. I rotate it, making circles over his cock. It soon works, and I can feel his cock grow. Now I start to suck him for real, my mouth going up and down on his shaft. I can feel his cock getting harder and harder. He is a grower. Both my hands grab his upper legs so I can put some power into my sucking. Up and down. Sometimes I can feel it go deeper, and it hits my throat . With my teeth, I graze his cock and I see him twitch. I take his cock out of my mouth and excuse myself for that. Then I'm back on the job. To make it up to him, I take his cock deep and feel it sliding down my throat. I hear him moan, so I guess he likes it. After some minutes sucking him, I hear the host calling, "Wrap it up." I take his cock out of my mouth and grab the condom. I tear the package and roll the condom over his hard cock. It looks nice and shiny . I look up at his face, and he smiles at me, giving me a wink. "Now, get on those cocks in front of you, slowly , so it won't break. And the other guys, get your hole on one of the dildos," the host shouts. I slowly stand up and place my legs over the guy. There are no armrests on the chair, so it's not a problem at all. Slowly, I sit down, looking face to face in his eyes. I can feel his cock against my sphincter. Fuck, I think, I'm going to ride a guy who I never chatted with. Slowly I press down. His wrapped cock enters me slowly. I'm still tight, but not as tight as I was yesterday morning, thanks to Mark. "Damn, you have a sweet hole, boy," the VIP tells me. Slowly I'll manage to take it all in, my ass resting on his lap, his balls against me. His wrapped cock deep up my hole. I try to relax, but that's not really working. The host starts to talk again, and I turn my head to him. "Okay, listen up. You guys have to ride these cocks and dildos. Each time the music stops , you get your ass one place over to the left. And you start riding again... Bottoms get a point when the condom breaks in your hole. The game continues. When a VIP cums in your hole after the condom broke, you get two points . Your game is over then. You stay on that cock until the whole game ends, no pulling out. The game ends when all VIPs have shot their loads. If a VIP shoots and the condom did not break, you get two points and a special task at the end of all three games. Let the games begin." There I am. A wrapped cock deep up my hole from a guy I never spoke to; I think he's Colombian? Don't know his name or anything, but I need to ride him. What have I gotten myself into... I start to pull myself up slowly, and I can feel his cock slowly sliding out. My hole is still getting used to it, but it seems to remember the feeling. I get horny instantly and start to feel empty when his cock slides out of my hole. Slowly, I push myself down again, and I can feel his cock filling me up once more . It feels so good... I can feel all of him, and I love the idea of having a big Colombian cock. I start to ride him. I hear him moan softly, but he keeps eye contact. His cock touches my prostate, so I am getting hard too. Then, the music stops. It's a bit of a bummer when I stand up and feel his cock pulling out of my hole. But there is some relief too. The condom is still on it and is not cracked. I take one place to the left, on the dildo. I set myself on it and push. It's hard to get it inside at first, but soon I can feel it up my hole. The dildo is still wet from the first guy , but there is nothing I can do about that. I am riding a sort of lubed-up dildo, lube made of anal fluid. I look to my left to see from which guy this anal fluid is. It's a 30-year-old guy, bigger than me, and he seems to be riding the VIP's cock hard up and down. I can feel the dildo clearly; it has a sort of bulge on the sides. So my hole gets deeply massaged. It works on the walls of my hole, massaging , breaking , and keeping fluid behind on the dildo for the next guy that rides it. So basically, I'm now mixing my ass fluid with someone else's... Again, the music stops, and I go one place to the left. I climb over a skinny 50-year-old man and start to ride him. His cock is not too big and not too small; my hole reacts too . His cock feels way better than the ride on the dildo. It's softer, warmer, and it's the real deal. So much better that you actually want to go for it, so that the condom breaks, the VIP squirts in you, and you can stay on it, so you don't have to take a seat on a dildo anymore. I hear that this same thought is not only in my mind; I hear some other bottoms going up and down real hard; they moan loud . They have the same idea, to let the VIP cum in their holes so they can keep that cock in them instead of the dildo. And again, the music shuts down and its time to switch. Back on the dildo. I push myself down once, and then the music stops again, so back on a VIP's cock then. I can't make sense of the timing of the music. One time it lasts long, the other time short. With this, no VIP or bottom knows how long they have, to make a condom break or a load gets shot up the hole. I set myself to a bit heavier VIP. He has a round belly. The red shirt has been pulled up just a bit. His big breasts and nipples are clearly visible. A big dark beard grows on his chin, and he has curly hair. I lower myself again while the guy grins. Is he into me? He starts to slowly push up deeper into me when I push myself down. The host sees it, but he does not intervene. Some other VIPs see this and start to do the same. I guess it's allowed. With this, the speed goes up. I can hear someone banging real fast. I look over my back and see someone holding onto chains from the ceiling, pumping up and down. It is Kayode… He pulls himself up from the chains and then just drops real fast. Every time, you can hear a loud smack. He's going wild on the VIP. Kayode looks like a sort of Tarzan . Hanging there, his arms veined from holding himself up. His dark-skinned ass is wrapped around a big white cock. I can see his VIP grin, and I groan to him, "Break it, break it, let me take your black ass bare." It seems Kayode is doing his best to do so. My VIP groans to me, "Are you letting him get all the points?" while he pounds his cock back into me. I lose my breath for a moment when he thrusts into me. "Fuck," I think, "that's true, the points..." The music stops again, and I get off the cock. The condom is still intact. I hear the host yell, "One point to them! Kayode broke the VIP's condom." He smiles with satisfaction as he removes the broken condom from the VIP's cock. He walks over to the dildo and pushes himself against it. I'm doing the same. Damn . That guy can fuck. While riding the dildo, another condom breaks. After a few minutes , I have to take a seat on a VIP's cock again. I lower myself and push deep. I guess I have to get some points too. Though this one has a really fat cock. It's hard for me; my hole can't really take it; I am too tight . So, I turn myself around with my back to the VIP and try to take a seat like this. Now I see all the bottoms and VIPs . Some are going harder and faster than others . Some seem to be a bit careful. I can see Kayode hanging on the chains again, doing the same trick on another VIP. It seems to work. I see shreds of a condom hanging from his ass. He broke one again. I push myself down hard . A bit in pain; his cock is so fat, and my hole is a bit too tight for him. But I have to; I have to if I want some points. And then... I feel it. I feel the condom break deep in my hole. It's burst; I can feel his cock pushing through the condom, deeper, bare in my hole. I give a small moan. The VIP has noticed it too and slaps my ass softly, as confirmation of what just happened. I stay put, my eyes wide . Fuck . I am caught up in the game. I have a stranger's bare cock in my hole now, not knowing anything about the guy, not his name, not his age, not his health check , but I still have his bare cock in my hole now. And... I like the feeling. I never thought I would be one of those guys who gives his ass to strangers. And now, in this game... now I'm doing that thing I always disapproved of ... and I like it. I keep riding the top. His bare cock tickles my tight hole, pushing the right spots. I even get hard myself. So, I start to ride him, from fast to slow and back to fast. I can hear he likes it. I'm not sure who I am pleasing more, him or me? But it seems more tops are getting satisfied now. The music stops. Damn , a bit disappointed. I stand up, and I hear the host: "Good guys... three more condoms broke." I get one point, and my smartwatch lights up and counts one. It seems to tally the points in this game. I watch Kayode; he too has one point now , a total of two. One other guy gets a point too. I lower myself onto a chair with a dildo again. This time , nothing happens, so when the music stops, I'll get myself to a top again. This one has no condom anymore, so I can't get 1 point with this guy; only when he cums inside me will I get some points, but the game will be done for me then. Should I try? It is a Chinese-looking guy. I take his cock and see he has a piercing in it. Ohhh damn, that looks rough and hot. It glitters in the dim light, and I can see anal fluid from the other bottoms hanging on it, mixed with, I guess, pre-cum. I have never seen this before. I know it exists, but I have never in my life seen it in real life ... and now... I need to ride it. I push my sphincter against his metal cock ring. It feels a bit cold and wet. It makes my sphincter tighten up. Then, slowly, I let myself lower onto it. My sphincter gives way; I had too many cocks and dildos at this moment, so it really breaks in easily. I lower myself, and I can feel the metal going deeper and deeper into my hole. It feels a bit cold, but fuck... this feels so damn good. I start to ride him. His cock and piercing are hitting my prostate. I want him. I begin to ride him hard. I can hear my ass hitting against his upper legs. I lose myself in it, barely hearing the other guys moan. I can feel his cock swelling inside me. Pre-cumming, I guess. My own cock starts to pre-cum too. A wet spot is clearly visible in my tight jockstrap. I bend to him, my face close to his, and then I start to kiss him while riding him. I'm kissing a stranger. I feel his tongue. He has a tongue piercing too. We keep on kissing, and with my tongue, I play with his tongue piercing. I can feel he clearly likes it. He starts pushing his hips and cock into me. Oh, he feels so good. Then, someone taps on my shoulder. It is another bottom . My turn... the music stopped; did you not hear it? I look around in amazement. I don't hear any music. I missed it stopping. A few VIPs are panting. Several bottoms have already gotten off. A little disappointed, I get off the VIP's dick. His cock is wet and throbbing and way harder than a few minutes ago. The other bottom quickly takes a seat and starts riding him deep. I drift off to my spot. Again, the dildo. I see that this one is also getting wetter and slimier. There is more and more of a mix of pre-cum, anal fluid, and small remnants of lube on it. I take a seat and press myself with my ass onto the dildo again. How much pre-cum will be on this? Were all the bottoms clean, or did a few still have cum in their asses, which is now mixed with this? Who knows. The thought alone makes me shudder and also makes me horny again. The risks shoot through my head. Surely no one with a sexually transmitted disease is among them? No way... while I have the dildo deep inside me, I feel panic rising for a moment, but this quickly ebbs away again. No, I think. I had to submit a health check before I came when booking. Everyone must have had to do this. So this is probably fine. And what are the chances that someone slips through and I meet that guy? No... the hotel can't afford that. They've been organizing this for years. And as I stand now, I'll just enjoy it. Because I didn't know that this hotel stimulates so much sex to give us an unforgettable vacation. I start to ride the dildo harder and harder and hear the VIP panting hard next to me. He looks at me, grabs the bottom , pulls him down towards him, and thrusts deeply. He groans, jerks, pants... I'm coming, I'm coming. The bottom screams it out, points ... I score points... ohhhhhhhmmmmm. The balls of the VIP contract and I see his cock pulsate in the bottom's ass. "We have a cummer!" the host shouts loudly. "The first one... that's 2 points..." The bottom stops and stays on the VIP. He kisses the VIP on his neck and thanks him . The bottom then turns to me while I'm still on the dildo. "You too, thanks," he says. "You did the groundwork. If the music had kept going, you would have had these points." He grins at me and then turns back to the VIP . They start talking softly about general daily things while he keeps the VIP's cock in him as the rules of the game dictate. The music stops again and I go to the next top. Again bare in my ass , but not nearly as hard and stiff. I'm not going to win this one. A little later, I hear two more VIPs panting and loud noises from balls slapping against some asses. Another two VIPs filled up a hole. The host applauds. "Great," he says loudly. "You guys came at the same time. That's 2 points for each. And also a point to our black beauty, Kayode. He broke another condom. That's 1 point for him." The VIPs who have cum, lift their bottoms , with their cocks still in them, and take a seat outside the circle. You can hear the bottoms groan a little as they sit down again because the cocks are thrusting deep back into them. They keep riding their VIPs softly to keep them hard. The empty chairs are removed; the circle gets smaller. Three VIPs, of which one still has a condom, and six dildos. Nine of us. I sit down on a dildo again. "Fuck," I think. "I only have 1 point. I have to earn more points." A little later, another VIP shoots his load in a bottom . Now it's that VIP with that thick pole. He also grabs his bottom and walks out of the circle with his dick still in his ass. The bottom's legs are clamped around his waist. That ass isn't going anywhere, I think to myself. It's so vacuumed that his dick and cum will never slide out. Only two VIPs and eight bottoms . The help puts the chairs together. This way all bottoms can look at each other while riding a cock or dildo. The two tops sit opposite each other. Because of the many chairs with dildos and few tops, I now have to sit on a dildo again. There is also a dildo in the chair next to me, and then another VIP. The VIP with the condom. What turns out... it is the Colombian guy I started with. He briefly looks at me. Another bottom sits on him roughly , trying to break his condom. But... it doesn't break. I watch Kayode, my new friend, so to speak, whom I met at this game, sitting on a VIP. I can see everything clearly. He grabs the chains again that hang down from the ceiling to push himself up and down. He goes wild and so fast. Sweat drips down his beautiful black body. His muscles are clearly visible. His arms, with which he pulls up his own weight and then slams down hard again, are swollen. Veins are clearly visible here; veins in which his strength, horniness, and desire flow . His rasta hair blows wildly up and down. It dances on his head and in front of his face from his shocking movements. I must have these points, he pants to himself. It is a kind of wild African fantasy that I see arranged for me, and I start to pre-cum like crazy. I watch him; I clearly see his jock strap soaked by his own pre-cum, dripping from his jock strap against the chest of the VIP. The VIP notices this too and can't hold it in any longer. He starts to pant heavily. Kayode falls hard on him so that the VIP's cock shoots deep inside his hole. His eyes grow wide, and I see the VIP shake. Another load in an ass...the host calls...while I see his smartwatch light up and points are added. The VIP leaves the circle, together with Kayode, who still has the VIP dick in him and his legs tight around the VIP's hips. One VIP, the rest dildos. But then I hear the host again. We're going to do it differently; a few assistants walk to the dildos, take them off, and sit in chairs themselves . They all have their dicks hard, with a condom wrapped over them and yellow shirts on. All the people who are here now have a condom on, including the one VIP that's left. Only the VIP's condom is wet and shiny from all the asses. "These don't count for points in the game," says the host, "but you probably don't mind this, and it's better than the dildos. And don't worry," says the host. "They all got a pill of Viagra. So even if an assistant squirts, the next one can just sit on him again. Ready? Take a seat." I have an assistant in front of me. A narrow, somewhat smaller dick. I guess he's also about 18 or 19 years old. His head is a bit red. Shy ? "My first time as a top," he says to me. I see one bottom grabbing the dick of an assistant. If they don't count for points...then it probably won't be a problem if I take it off. With one movement , he rolls the condom off the assistant and takes his place . His bare cock shoots up his hole. "Mmmmm," he pants. "Much better this way." The host responds, "That is certainly allowed with the helpers. This shows some appreciation for their good work. But ...once bare , we don't put a new condom on, not even when the music stops." I see a few other bottoms do the same, but not all of them. Only with the VIP is it not allowed to do this. He is still in the game. I look at my helper, also inexperienced and around my age. What the hell. I grab his dick and roll off his condom too. If this is his first time as a top, I want to give him a good experience, like my first bottom experience I had with Mark yesterday. I quickly place myself over him and lower myself. My sphincter is used to taking cock after all these rounds and quickly adjusts. His bare cock is inside me. I grab the chains above me, as I have seen before , and start to pull myself up and then lower myself again. The helper pants it out. "Dammmmm. Dammmmm. This is nice. Fuckkkk your ass; I am in you...ahhhh fuck this is so good. I never knew..." he pants it out. I can see myself in his reaction. Exactly like my reaction with Mark. A world that opens up; literally, something that opens up. My hole. I ride him hard and bare. I let the helper enjoy, from which I can enjoy myself -seeing someone have so much fun from my body, from my ass and hole. I want to give him more and pull myself up faster and faster on the chains, after which I let myself fall down over his bare cock. I see beads of sweat forming around his neck and forehead from pleasure and heat. I want to taste it and bend over. With my tongue, I lick his sweat. It tastes salty, fresh, like a first-time topping. The music keeps playing. I want to give him his first and best experience with my ass. With my sphincter, I start to milk him. I contract it while he is inside me. It has an effect because the assistant reacts. Ohhh, fuckkk. Your ass, it's tight; it contracts over my dick. Fuckkkk . Mmmmm. I push myself hard back onto his lap, and then... panting, soft screaming, groaning. Fuckkkkkkk . Dammmmm ... mmmmm... His cock throbs and slams into my ass. I feel my hole getting wet, warm, sticky... The helper starts to squirt inside me... I look shocked, my eyes wide. My ass stays deep on him. It's like his squirting, awakes me from ecstasy... he... he... squirts my ass full. This unknown helper. What have I done? At the same time, it also awakens a feeling of humility and sluttiness in me. Something I may have always wanted. My ass like a kind of cum dump. The helper stops squirting, his pole still in me. That was... fucking nice, and he kisses me on the mouth. Thanks . The host responds. We have a cummer , but unfortunately, this does not count for the points. But ... this does show appreciation. The music stops again. Slowly, I let his cock slide out of my ass. His cum runs out like a slimy thread and partly falls on the ground. My hole is wet from him, but not all... some stays in me. Forever. I look at the VIP . The bottom comes off and see with joy that the condom has not broken yet. He is very hard, though; his head is red. He is close to coming too. I walk up to him and look deep into his eyes. I see horniness, dominance. I stand over him and lower myself. My ass is still full of cum. I lower myself, and his cock goes into my ass. His condom is extra lubricated with the helper's seed. He quickly thrusts in and grins at me. "I've been waiting for you; I want to come in your ass." I start riding him again, and the VIP starts thrusting along, deep inside me. Deeper than before. I feel him, his fuck drive, his dominance, and I, as his slut. He thrusts hard, and I follow the rhythm. The helper's seed, thrusting deeper and deeper into me with his pole, his seed massaging into me. He seems to want to break the condom because he starts fucking rougher and rougher. I need points, I think to myself, and then start riding harder and harder on his lap. The VIP starts panting harder and harder, sweat on his face and neck, his red shirt getting wet. I grab his shirt and feel his chest, his nipples prickling underneath. I feel and see a nipple piercing through his wet shirt and rub it, but I am not allowed to throw off his shirt to admire it according to the rules. Then, suddenly, he starts panting hard, thrusting, and I feel his pole swell as he starts to squirt. Fuckkkkk . I was waiting for this ass, this nice tight ass, he pants. His pole deep in me, and I remain stiff. I feel every move he makes. Fuck ... fuck, I think; he came in my ass. Another stranger... but a damn hot stranger he is, this Colombian . That's points again, the host calls... this was the last VIP. "Let 's see, stand up, bottom." I look at the host in shock and slowly stand up. Inch by inch, I feel his pole coming out of me, and then, plop. He pops out of my ass. Does he still have the condom on? Did it tear? Did I get the cum deep inside me? I don't know. The host sees it and laughs. "Congratulations !!! That 's 2 points... and a special role at the end of the 3 games." Everyone claps. The VIP looks a bit disappointed; he would have preferred to squirt bare inside me. "All bottoms, please come with me; we're going back to the locker room so the next game can be set up, and you can prepare yourselves."

Chapter 19: Yesterday And so we come to yesterday. “Do we really need to get together with this construction guy who has been working on your building?” Thomas asked. “Yeah…. Dan is a good guy. They are wrapping up the renovation project and I just wanted to thank him for everything.” Thomas shrugged but didn’t complain. Truth be told, I had been tempted to postpone the get together myself. I hadn’t been feeling well for the last day or so… like I had the flu or something. Plus I wasn’t sure what was going to happen tonight. Thomas didn’t know the real plan, of course, he just thought we were just going to treat Dan to dinner. He didn’t know that his cherry would be the dessert. I wanted Dan to fuck me again though… and this was the only way to make this happen. If I postponed our plans everything might fall apart. So I pressed ahead. We were meeting in a restaurant that Thomas really liked not too far from the gay district. It was a Sunday night so the restaurant wouldn’t be too busy. This place served great cocktails which would help get his guard down. I had been getting him hot and bothered throughout the day: playing with his nipples, sucking him, fingering and licking his ass (his new favorite sexual activity) but not actually getting him off. He was horny as fuck and that could only work in my favor… I wanted him thinking with his little head not the one on his shoulders. I let him drive so I could keep working on him as we drove to the restaurant. I started by “resting” my hand on his thigh. I slowly worked my fingers to his crotch and rubbed his little dick until it got hard. I slipped my seatbelt off my chest and bent over him, giving his crotch kisses. “Careful… I’m driving!” He said. I was careful… because I didn’t want him cumming just yet. When we arrived at the restaurant, he seemed very self conscious although i knew his hard on wasn’t really noticeable. 
Dan arrived a few minutes after we did. He was dressed casually but managed to look amazing. His rugged good looks, his self-confidence, everything about his about him was just so captivating. Thomas felt it too… he almost did a double take when Dan walked up and greeted us. He was blushing as I introduced them. Once we were seated, I ordered a round of drinks. By the time he finished his first drink, Thomas seemed more relaxed. Dan was surprisingly charming and a great story teller. Thomas was sitting pretty close to Dan and was hanging on his every word. I was surprised to feel a bit jealous… of both of them. This flu was also really getting to me. I felt warm, my body ached, my throat was sore, and I felt worn out and tired… but I reminded myself that this is what I wanted… better than I had hoped even… and I should go with the flow. After dinner and a few more drinks, Thomas excused himself to go to the bathroom while I asked our server for the check. Dan leaned over to me. “I though you said he was a top?” I shrugged. “He is… he’s never been fucked. It’s only been recently that I’ve gotten him to let me finger his ass or rim him.” “Well… I can feel his ass twitching from a foot away.” He laughed. “His inner whore is itching to get out as much as your’s was.” I gave him a smile. “It’s like I told you… I’ve been working to get him ready for you.” “And you aren’t jealous that I’m going to fuck your husband tonight?” “Well… yeah… I am. But as long as you fuck me too it’s worth it.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry. You’ll get my cock and POZ cum back in your ass tonight.” He paused for a moment, looking me over a bit. “How are you feeling tonight.” “I’m ok… just have a bit of the flu.” He nodded and I noticed he had a strange smile. Almost like triumph. “Don’t worry… it will pass in a couple days.” When Thomas came back, he was swaying a bit. He wasn’t passing out or anything… but he was clearly in no shape to drive. “Sweetheart… I had better drive home.” I told him. He started to protest but Dan cut him off. “Stephen’s company has me in a corporate apartment not far from here for the renovation. Why don’t you two come back for a bit? You can sober up before heading home.” Thomas agreed. Very quickly. Again, i suppressed my jealousy… all was going to plan. Dan’s place was very close… less than a 10 minute walk. It was nondescript but cozy… like most corporate apartments. He sat us on the couch and, despite the cover story of coming back to his place to sober up, poured a drink for each of us and then sat in the chair across from us. We picked up our conversation from the restaurant and sipped our cocktails. “You can turn on the TV if you like.” Dan told Thomas. Thomas picked up the remote and powered on the TV. I was watching Dan who was sitting back in his chair as if waiting for something… waiting for the final play in our little game. The screen came on and I could see it was playing some kind of home video. Two men laying naked in a bed. One guy had his face in the other’s lap and was sucking away at his dick. I didn’t recognize the cocksucker but guy being sucked was clearly Dan although much younger. “Oops. Sorry about that… “ He didn’t sound sorry at all. “That is one of my favorites and was watching it earlier.” Thomas didn’t say anything. He just sat frozen like a deer in the headlights…. the remote still in his hand but not moving to change the channel. “We can watch it if you like.” Dan said.