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All my life, I had grown up with my dad and his wife who I consider to be more of a mother than my actual one. As far as I can remember it was her who attended the PTA meetings. I only see my biological mom about 2 or 3 times a year. The times we do see each other, it’s as if I’m being summoned to carry out a familial obligation and for the most part, it’s just awkward silences and exchanges of “really, I didn’t know that” or “you didn’t tell me that”. I still give her the benefit of the doubt since she still reaches out. Plus, it’s not just her. It’s her husband Terrence or as people call him, Terry who I look forward to seeing more. I was 16 when I first met Terry. He was nothing like my dad. He never told a story without his hands cutting shapes in the air, like he was carving the memory into the room. Even a story about traffic sounded like a barroom tale when Terry told it, complete with exaggerated sighs and a grin that made you laugh before the punchline came. After a bottle or two, my ‘mom’ would tell me how she’s the luckiest person in the world to have Terry, even if their bolts and screws don’t really fit. I didn’t understand what she had meant. I presumed they were just drunk talk when I was a kid. Terry never treated me like I’m my ‘Mom’s’ son. If anything, he was the very few adults who’d ask me about my life and treated me as an equal. Even if we had dinners with more people around, Terry always made sure that I wasn’t left out. The year I turned 25, cancer latched onto my ‘Mom’. Stage III when she did her checkup. I saw her more often and in some ways, I saw more of Terry too. I wish I could say more about the whole ordeal, but there really isn’t much to say. Like I said, I barely saw ‘Mom’ and the times I do, I’m more fixated on her husband. It’s not strange that throughout their marriage, ‘Mom’ and Terrence chose to be child-free. It was a hill they’d die on. That year blurred into hospital visits and unanswered texts, and before I knew it, the year had turned again. Just shy of my 26th birthday, she gave in, and her ordeal came to an end. Most of us had expected it. I had forgotten much of the funeral - only the fact that Terry embraced me in a hug. I couldn’t hold it in and let my grievances out to him by diving into his arms. He was the only person I could cry to. Even with Dad I kept my guard up. Terry provided a different kind of comfort when he held me, reassuring me that this was all part of life. I can still feel the weight of his palm on my shoulder. If only it lasted longer. That day, he told me something that ‘Mom’ had never said. “We’re family, don’t forget that.” I was frequently referred to as the kid or a mistake with zero regrets, as my mom used to joke. It’s hard to feel any sort of sentimentality with her before her health started to deteriorate. She was the same age as dad but clearly not as mature as he was in guaranteeing my upbringing. Family. I took his words to heart. Since the funeral, we text more than we ever had. It was mostly to update each other. He was selling the house in Revere to have a fresh start while I had gotten a promotion that paid for a new car. For Christmas last year, Terry invited me to his new place for dinner. I told him that it shouldn’t be a problem since Mom and Dad were on a cruise while my younger half sister was on exchange. He then insisted that I stay for a few days if I had nobody in town. How could I say no? Initially, I had planned to stay for a night or two, but work gave me two weeks off. I was with Terry for both Christmas and New Year’s. My boss had also been pestering me to take my vacation so for 4 weeks I’m OOO. Terry told me to stay for a week when I shared this. “You’ll love it here. There’s so much to do and see. I’ll show you around. Take an actual break for once.” He was right. I needed to get out of the city. Terry had moved to the Berkshires. The town he lived in wasn’t far from Albany. It was a quiet, quaint place with a few B&Bs, New England clapboard houses, and antique stores that might or might not be open. The cottage he called home sat at the end of a dead-end road, up a small hill where, in December, the bare trees made it possible to see the road’s start from the porch. It was lit when I turned in, the only house with lights. There were other cottages along the way, likely just vacation homes. I had reached at the right time since it got dark a few minutes after I parked in the driveway. Christmas Eve was tomorrow and I would be back in the city the day after New Year’s. Until then, Terry’s cottage was where I could blow off some steam. I walked up to the porch with a duffel bag and saw that the place was well lit through the windows. I took a moment to examine the interior from outside before knocking. There were portraits hanging on the walls and mini sculptures scattered at certain corners. There’s no denying that Terry has a good eye for art. I pulled the wind chime hanging above the front door before I knocked. Not long after, he opened the door. Still the same Terry I knew. At 6’0, he stood straight with both hands on his waist, chest naturally upright. His hair had turned grey over the years but not a single strand had dropped from his head. At 48, he was 20 years older than me. His arms opened before his mouth did and I dove straight into him. It was the second time since the funeral. He asked if I had been working out, commenting how different I looked. My arms were bigger with my hips higher from the squats I’ve been doing. Terry’s one to say. Underneath his itchy red reindeer sweater, he was lean from decades of doing calisthenics. He’d show his flexibility as a party trick when I was young. The cottage was a single storey with 3 bedrooms and a basement. My bedroom faced the driveway while Terry’s was on the other end. I settled in by unpacking my things in the room. The decor was neat and modest. I folded some clothes and hung my shirt before placing them in the wardrobe. I even took out some books to place them on the bookshelf by the window. It was already filled halfway. I browsed through the piles—Penguin classics, self-help books, encyclopedias and, out of nowhere, a pile of Honcho magazines. Curiosity made me pick one out. On the cover was a man with a leather vest. Thick moustache. What was initially casual page flipping led me to being engrossed with the whole issue itself. Some pages made me hard. I went for another issue. This time it was more explicit. At the study table, I noticed a box of Kleenex next to the lamp. It seemed better to have it by the nightstand instead. A few flips of the second issue got me harder than the first. I found that it felt more intimate to rub one off this way than to go on the internet or open my phone. There was something more raw about these photos, and when I finally came, the relief I got felt more deserving. The load I released was more than usual. I was panting more too. I wasn’t sure if I had moaned. I rarely did that. The phone then buzzed. Terry said that dinner was ready. I wiped the jizz off my stomach and changed. Before I left the room, I noticed that the door had been slightly ajar. Odd. I never left my doors open. At the table, Terry had already sat with a glass of red. I let him pour me a glass after his offer. The dining table could’ve fit 6 people but it was only Terry and I seated across from each other at different ends. Terry in typical Terry fashion said that it’s good practice for us to enunciate our words and to project our voice, like aristocrats. I smirked. We weren’t actually that far apart and we still managed to hear each other and talk. Halfway through the pasta and on my 4th glass, I asked Terry why he had those magazines. “Because I like them. Don’t you?” I nodded, asking him in what way he liked it. “In every way, kiddo. Don’t play dumb now.” “What?” “Your Mom used to say…the bolts and screws didn’t fit” “But why then?” “Why not? She was my best friend and we wanted to save on taxes.” I didn’t want to bring up my dead mother during this time of the year. That would be too much of a cliché. “Cool. Do you…or have you…seen anybody since?” “I have some very great friends who aren’t too far from here. Great people. You’ll like them. They’ll be here for dinner tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind that it’ll be a sausage fest. Or maybe you won’t.” I proceeded to ask Terry more about his friends and the things he’s been up to. It wasn’t a shock that we lean the same way. What surprised me more was that I never had someone to show the ropes in dealing with it. The mascot that went around the school once a year for pride didn’t really help. But how would Terry even know? I brought a girl out to prom for senior year and I work in IT. The last guy I slept with, I met at a bar. The last actual relationship I had ended after I graduated. Terry told me that he’s sorry after I told him all of this. I replied that there was no need, I was just ranting and thinking out loud. It had been months since I had a proper OOO time to myself so I made the most out of it by letting my frustrations, be it professional or personal, be heard with an audience of one. “Don’t you ever feel shy about sharing how you feel. Let me make up for those lost times I should’ve been there.. I just hope you don’t blame me or your Mom. Well, maybe her, rest in peace. We had zero suspicions but then again, we were never really there.” I laughed and assured him that I’m just glad to have some time off and that I wasn’t pointing any fingers. He was blowing things out of proportion in his silly theatrical ways. I had another serving of pasta before Terry took out the dessert, a square tiramisu from the freezer. A bottle of Limoncello was opened and I lost track of the amount of glasses we gulped. The next thing I remembered was Terry adding more twigs and chopped logs into the fireplace before calling me to the leather couch. Terry was already on it, lying full length with his arms stretched out like he owned every inch of the leather. There was only a tiny space left at the edge, just enough for me to squeeze in. I would have overthought it on any other night, where to put my hands, how close to sit, but the alcohol had made that part of my brain lazy. I sank down beside him, shoulders brushing. The TV above the fireplace was playing The Polar Express, muted except for the crackle of the fire. Tom Hanks’ face flickered in the glow while Terry’s arm, warm and heavy, stayed behind me in a clasp. “I’ve always liked him in Philadelphia. Have you seen it?” “No, is it good?” “Quite so. What a time it was back then, in the worst way. These days, doctors would argue that they’d rather deal with patients who are positive than diabetic. In just 3 decades.” I got closer to Terry as I wasn’t sure if the tipsiness clouded my listening skills or his speech. Positive? “It’s time to tell you something kiddo. You’ve been honest with me the minute you stepped through the front door. If it weren’t for your mom, I wouldn’t have survived til this day. We got married because I needed to be insured. I remembered the day she insisted on it. You hadn’t turned 2 yet.. She had lost custody of you a few weeks prior and she was finding ways to fix her karma after getting into ‘New Age’. A few of our friends were gone and the medications weren’t FDA approved or trusted by many. We took a huge risk. Your mother and I drove to Vegas that weekend and months later, I found the right doctor. Nothing drastic since. You could never tell when you visited us during those summers, could you?” There had been pills that Terry would take when I would have breakfast but so did Mom. Without reading the bottles or knowing what AZT or SSRI meant, you wouldn’t have noticed. The fact that Mom had mild depression while Terry had the 3 big letters flew under my nose. My reaction to Terry disclosing this history of him and ‘Mom’ made me view her differently, less self-centered than I thought.I realized I was sitting closer to Terry than I had planned. He hadn’t moved, his legs stretched out along the couch, his left arm curled loosely around my waist. His head rested on a cushion near my right thigh. I kept my feet planted on the floor, stiff, pretending not to notice the way his hand grazed and pressed lightly against my side. I said nothing. I didn’t want to. The zipper of my pants pushed up, forming a hill. Terry broke the silence, asking if we could watch something else. “Yeah we can. You pick something out. Host’ choice.” “Any preferences?” “Not at all. Maybe no horror, no heavy drama or anything complex to be honest. I can barely think” “How bout some porn? Something more than just magazines.” By now, I had realized the cushion holding Terry’s head was on my right thigh, and I heard the last question come out sharper, louder than before. I looked down to see his face smirking. It was less a tease than a taunt. I raised my eyebrows and said, “Sure.” He got up to find the remote, freeing my leg, which had started to feel numb. The TV then grabbed my attention with the screen showing the animated train moving through the blizzard. Without a warning, the channel changed to HDMI. Terrence had returned in a festive robe while holding a hard drive with one hand and a remote controller with the other. The hard drive was plugged and he sat up straight next to me. His arms extended again, resting on my shoulder this time. His robe was tied loose. It gave me a glimpse or two of his pecs and nipples covered in that coarse silver hair. My gaze wasn’t lost on Terrence. I felt a pinch of my left shoulder from his grip, directing me to keep my eyes up to the screen. “I can’t promise that.” “Maybe this will help you focus.” Terry reached for a keepsake box under the coffee table in front of us. He revealed a glass pipe, a pill case containing shiny white rocks and shards, and a torch that could be used for preparing creme brulee. I was into weed during college and kept a glass bong during my sophomore year but this was new. I’m told that similar to a bong, I need to inhale but Terry will light it for me. I didn’t bother to ask him what it was. I’ve trusted him for as long as I remember. His guidance in handling the pipe convinced me that he’ll always be there to look out for me. After he instructed me to exhale when he stopped the torch, I let out a cloud of light smoke that was similar to vapour. Suddenly I started to feel my nerves electrifying through my body, as if my senses were amplified. My heart beat rapidly and my skin began to perspire. Terry then held my chin to face into my wide eyes before asking how I felt. “Feel better? Eyes up, kiddo.” I complied with no hesitation. That first puff of many compelled me to listen and follow anything Terry said. Whatever he gave me had unlocked a primal state within me that I no longer have shame in suppressing. The screen now showed a menu interface with Terry navigating through the folders before clicking on a file. A video began to play. In a hotel room, there was a guy around my age in a jock and a bass pro cap rolling on a bed before getting on all fours. Terry nudges me to tell me that he’s behind the camera and that this guy’s name is Hayden, his other ‘son’ that he met a year ago. “Before you meet them, I want you to see how well my friends take good care of Hayden. I don't want you to be nervous around them when they’re here tomorrow. And guess what? Hayden will be there too.” I couldn’t wait for tomorrow’s dinner any longer. It was crystal clear that there had been zero regrets coming up here, especially when considering how the rest of my stay went.

I hope you will enjoy this story. After the first chspter i put some questions to start the next chspter with you input. This is a story about a married guy who secretly dates men when she is away. Today is friday and his wife left for a weekend with friends. He is ready get fucked by a guy. Because he is married he always does it safe, but tonight he looses the control and things happen thst he could never had imaginend. Chapter 1: "You up?" The message from an anonymous profile blinked on the screen of my phone, interrupting the quiet hum of the air conditioner. It was a typical Friday evening in my suburban haven, the kind that made my pulse quicken with anticipation. My thumb hovered over the screen as I contemplated my reply. The house was empty, save for the echo of my own breathing, a stark contrast to the usual pattern of laughter and clanking dishes that filled it when my wife was home. She was gallivanting with her friends this weekend, leaving me with a rare window of opportunity. I swiped through the sea of faces on Grindr, the app's glow illuminating my otherwise darkened living room like a beacon in the night. The chorus of my own thoughts grew louder as I scanned the profiles, searching for the right note of excitement, the perfect harmony to match the rhythm of my desires. The quiet was a cloak that allowed me to indulge in my secret life without the fear of discovery, a cloak that grew heavier with every passing second. With a deep breath, I sent a curt reply, "Yeah, what's up?" The anticipation grew as I waited for his response, the silence of the house pressing in on me like a warm, thick blanket. The chirp of a cricket outside the window seemed to be the only other soul aware of my clandestine activities. The quiet was both soothing and nerve-wracking, a silent companion to my secret desires. Browsing through the profiles, each one a potential story waiting to unfold, I felt a familiar thrill. The men on the screen were a smorgasbord of muscles, tattoos, and smoldering glances, all beckoning me into a world my wife knew nothing about. The quiet of the house was a stark reminder of the dual life I led. I was a devoted husband by day, but when she was away, the nights transformed me into something else entirely. The silence grew heavier as I read through messages, the digital whispers of men seeking companionship, or perhaps more, for a fleeting night. My eyes scanned over the pictures, my mind racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead. The tension grew palpable, a coil in my stomach that tightened with every swipe. It was time to prepare. I excused myself to the bathroom, the cold tiles a jolting contrast to the warmth of the rest of the house. The soft click of the lock was the only sound that accompanied me as I pulled out the anal douche from the medicine cabinet, a secret stowed away for moments like these. The water ran, filling the room with the gentle sound of rushing liquid, muffling the guilt that tried to creep into my thoughts. The ritual was as much a part of the experience as the act itself, a sacred cleansing before the impending rendezvous. The sensation of the cool water filling me up was oddly calming, a prelude to the excitement that was to come. I lay there, on the edge of the bathtub, the plastic nozzle gently inserted, the warm water flushing out any lingering traces of my mundane life. It was a ritual of transformation, washing away the dullness of my days and replacing it with a sense of readiness that made me feel alive. With every squeeze of the bulb, I felt cleaner, more open, more prepared for the night's adventure. The last few spurts of water drained away, and I took a moment to appreciate the feeling of emptiness, a canvas waiting to be filled. The quiet of the house was now punctuated by the occasional drip from the faucet, a metronome keeping time with the racing thoughts in my head. I stood, wiped off the excess water, and took a final look in the mirror, ensuring every detail was in place. The chime of my phone brought me back to reality. A new message from a profile that caught my eye. The conversation grew more heated with each exchange, the words on the screen setting my imagination alight. My hands trembled slightly as I typed a reply, the excitement of the unknown thrumming through my veins like a drug. "Come over?" I suggested, my voice barely a whisper. The silence of the house was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me as I stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded down my body, a gentle caress that seemed to wash away the stress of the week. With meticulous care, I shaved my ass and balls, each stroke of the razor a deliberate dance to the rhythm of my racing thoughts. The steam billowed around me, creating a warm cocoon as I worked, my mind a whirlwind of anticipation. The smoothness of my skin was a silent promise to the man who would soon be touching me, a declaration of my willingness to be vulnerable and open for his pleasure. The scent of my body wash filled the air, a clean and invigorating aroma that seemed to amplify my senses. My eyes traced the contours of my body in the foggy mirror, taking in the transformation that had taken place. The stubble that had once been there was now gone, replaced by the softness that men craved. I stepped out of the shower, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on my freshly shaved skin. Grabbing a towel, I dried off, the fabric feeling rough against the newly exposed flesh. Dressed in nothing but a towel, I padded back to the living room, the coolness of the floor tiles against my bare feet sending a shiver down my spine. The quiet of the house was now a cocoon of anticipation, each creak and groan a reminder of the emptiness that was about to be filled. The chirp of the cricket outside grew louder, a serenade to my excitement. The TV played a muted tune in the background, the flickering images a blur as I checked my phone again. The message was simple: "I 'll be on my way and be there around 11. I want you blindfolded and on all fours." The digital clock on the microwave read 10:45 PM, a silent sentinel counting down the minutes until my world shifted once again. I took a deep breath and made my way to the bedroom, the towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud. The cool air kissed my skin as I slid into the jockstrap, the fabric clinging to me like a second skin. The act of putting it on was a declaration, a silent affirmation that the night was not just for me, but for the stranger I was about to invite into my life. The blindfold was a soft piece of velvet, one that my wife and I had used to spice up our love life. Now, it served a different purpose, a symbol of my submission, my willingness to surrender to the whims of a man whose name I didn't know. The thought of his eyes on me, watching me as I waited, was almost too much to bear. With trembling hands, I picked out the condoms and lube from the drawer, feeling the smoothness of the latex and the cool slickness of the gel. The nightstand was a treasure trove of secrets, a silent confessional of my desires. As I placed them on the coffee table, I could almost hear the echo of a silent countdown in my head, the seconds ticking away like a bomb set to detonate at midnight. The room grew darker with each step I took towards the living room, the shadows playing tricks with my senses. Finally, with the clock's digital glow reading 10:55, I made my way to the front door, the anticipation coiling tighter with each step. With a decisive click, the lock turned, and I pushed the door open, leaving it ajar. The warm summer air slipped in, a silent herald of what was to come. My heart hammered in my chest as I walked back to the bedroom, the sound of my own breathing the only company I had. The fridge hummed softly as I opened it, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat building within me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers, the plastic feeling almost alive in my hand. The neon lights from the fridge cast an eerie glow on the bottle's label, a reminder of the nights spent in darkened clubs and backroom encounters. I closed the door gently, the suction a muffled roar in the quiet. The coffee table beckoned, a silent sentinel of the evening's events. With trembling hands, I placed the bottle down, the condoms and lube already laid out in a neat row like soldiers awaiting orders. The velvet blindfold lay there, a black puddle of mystery. I took a deep breath and picked it up, feeling the softness of the material against my fingertips. I got to my knees, the carpet soft and welcoming. With a quick glance at the clock, now reading 10:58, I knew I had to hurry. The blindfold slipped over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The world around me grew muffled, the only sounds the distant hum of the fridge and the thunderous beating of my heart. I bent over, my ass high in the air, my cock already half-hard with anticipation. The coolness of the room brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My senses heightened, the poppers bottle found its way to my nose. I took a tentative sniff, the sharp, sweet scent flooding my senses, making me dizzy. The rush of blood to my head was instant, a heady sensation that sent a jolt of excitement straight to my groin. My breath hitched in my throat as the room spun, my heart racing as the chemical cocktail did its work. The anticipation grew, a wildfire consuming my thoughts, leaving only the thrill of the unknown. The sound of a car pulling up outside sent my pulse into overdrive. The engine cut out, the quiet of the night suddenly pierced by the distant echo of the door slamming shut. My heart was a wild beast in my chest, thumping against my ribs with the force of a thousand drums. The cricket outside had fallen silent, as if it too knew that something was about to happen, something that would shatter the stillness of the night. The quiet was shattered by the soft click of the front door closing, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my body. I remained on all fours, my ass high in the air, the jockstrap straps cutting into my skin, a gentle reminder of the role I was about to play. Each breath I took was a silent prayer, a plea for the night to unfold as I had hoped, a desperate wish that the man behind me would be everything I desired and more. The sound of footsteps grew louder, the quiet thud of boots on the floorboards growing closer. My senses were on high alert, my body a coiled spring ready to unravel at the slightest touch. The air grew heavy with the scent of leather and musk, the essence of masculinity that I craved. My ears strained to pick up any clue as to who this man was, what he looked like, but the blindfold was a steadfast guardian of my sight, leaving me at the mercy of my other senses. As the steps grew closer, the anticipation was almost unbearable. The floorboards creaked slightly, a ghostly whisper announcing his presence. I could feel the heat of his body, the warmth radiating towards me like a beacon, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. His hand reached out, the roughness of his fingertips brushing against the smoothness of my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The touch was feather-light, a question in the darkness, asking for permission to continue. I nodded, my body speaking for me, giving him the answer he sought. His hand grew bolder, cupping my ass firmly, the possession in his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. The poppers bottle was in my hand once more, the scent of the room-spinning liquid calling to me. I took a deeper sniff, the rush of blood to my head heightening my senses, the world around me swirling in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. His hands moved to my nipples, pinching them lightly, the sting causing a whine to escape my lips. His voice was a gruff rumble, a sound that sent shivers through my body as he greeted me, "Hello, slut." I moaned, the words rolling off my tongue like a sweet, forbidden fruit. The power of his touch was intoxicating, the dominance in his voice a siren's call that I couldn't resist. "Do you want to get fucked?" he asked, the question a demand wrapped in velvet. My voice was a hoarse whisper, the word "yes" escaping my lips with a need that surprised even me. He chuckled, the sound sending a warm rush of pleasure through me, a dark chuckle that promised a night of unbridled passion. The sound of his belt buckle echoed through the room, the jingle of metal a symphony of desire. The rustle of fabric was like a crescendo, building to a peak of anticipation that made me squirm with need. His hand remained on my ass, the pressure a constant reminder of his presence, his possession. The scent of his arousal grew stronger, a heady perfume that filled the air, mixing with the lingering aroma of the poppers. His fingers moved with the precision of a maestro, probing my slickened entrance with an expertise that sent me spiraling. The poppers had done their job, my ass muscles relaxed and eager for the intrusion that I knew was to come. "Good boy," he murmured, the praise sending a jolt of electricity through my body, making my cock throb with need. His voice grew gruffer, the vibrations in the air a silent command that had me trembling. I took another hit of poppers as he instructed, the world around me swimming in a haze of desire. His fingers delved deeper, the sensation of fullness growing with each gentle push. He worked me slowly, meticulously, the anticipation of his cock replacing his digits almost too much to bear. The sound of the lube bottle cap opening was like the crack of a whip in the stillness, the cool gel a stark contrast to the heat building within me. The first finger slid in easily, a silent promise of what was to come. I could feel him watching me, his eyes burning into my flesh, taking in every twitch and gasp. His touch grew more demanding, a second digit joining the first, stretching me wider, the burn a sweet agony that had me panting for more. He curled them slightly, reaching for my prostate, and I couldn't help but moan, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. The third finger was a tight fit, but I welcomed it, pushing back against his hand, eager for the fullness that came with it. He worked me, the slow, deliberate movements a dance of dominance and submission. His voice grew gruffer with every stroke, his own need palpable in the air. "You're so hungry," he said, his words a grunted affirmation of what I already knew. "You're going to take me so good." The pressure grew, the stretching a delicious pain that had my toes curling into the plush carpet. His knuckles brushed against my hole, the friction of skin on skin sending sparks through my nerves. I whimpered, my body begging for more, for him to fill me completely. He took his time, the anticipation a sweet torment that had me squirming with need. "Please," I breathed, the word a desperate plea in the quiet room. He chuckled again, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His hand withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and needy. The rustle of fabric was the only indication of his movement, a symphony of anticipation that had me quivering. And then, the scent of him filled the air, a musky aroma that was unmistakable. His cock, half-hard and heavy, nudged against my cheek, a blunt instrument of pleasure demanding my attention. I leaned in, eager to taste him, to feel the heat of his arousal. The velvet blindfold was a prison for my sight, but it only served to enhance the other sensations. His hand found the back of my head, his grip firm but not painful, as he guided my mouth towards his cock. My heart raced, the thrill of the unknown a potent aphrodisiac. The moment of contact was electric, his shaft brushing against my lips like a live wire. I parted my mouth, my tongue darting out to taste the salty precum that beaded at the tip. His grip tightened, his breath hitching as I took him in, inch by delicious inch. The sound of his zipper was a distant memory, replaced by the wet noises of my sucking, the sound of my lips slurping along his shaft. The poppers had left a faint buzz in my head, the sensations magnified, each stroke of my tongue a symphony of pleasure that resonated through my body. He grew harder with each movement of my mouth, his breathing growing ragged. The feel of his piercing on my tongue was a surprise, a thrill that had me moaning around his cock. When he was fully engorged, he pulled out slowly, his girth leaving me feeling empty. "You married straight guys are always the most eager ones," he said with a smug chuckle, the words a knife that sliced through the quiet of the night. I tensed up, the reality of my situation slapping me in the face. How did he know? "How do you know I'm married?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. He didn't answer immediately, the sound of him moving closer making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. His hand reached out, his rough fingers grabbing the poppers bottle. "Take a few more sniffs," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, the room spinning as the chemical rush hit me. The scent of the poppers grew stronger, mixing with his musk and the faint scent of leather. He chuckled, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. "It's just a guess, but you're wearing a wedding ring, aren't you?" His hand found my ring finger, the metal band a cold reminder of my other life. "But tonight, you're all mine," he murmured, his voice a warm caress against my ear. I felt his cock, now fully sheathed in latex, nudging at my entrance, the coldness of the condom a stark contrast to the heat of his shaft. I took three more deep sniffs, the poppers making my head swim, the world around me a blur of sensation. His hand left my ring, the loss of his touch almost a relief. The anticipation grew, a tight coil in my belly, as I felt him position himself. The head of his cock pressed against me, the pressure building. I took a deep breath, willing my body to relax, to accept his surprise. The sharpness was unexpected, a sudden piercing sensation that had me gasping. He'd inserted something into me, something foreign and intriguing. I felt a moment of panic, the pain a shock that made me tense up. But he was careful, his movements deliberate and measured, pushing the object further until it was snugly seated. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that had me panting. He chuckled, his voice low and amused. "Feel that?" His cock nudged at my now-sensitized opening, the latex a barrier that did nothing to dull the sensation of the object inside me. He pushed forward, and I felt the head of his cock slide in behind it, the combination of textures a revelation. The burning grew, a warmth spreading through my insides like a wildfire. I could feel my ass clench around the unfamiliar intrusion, the heat of it almost unbearable. His voice was a dark whisper, "That's a good boy," as he gave my ass a firm smack. The stinging pain from the sharp object was quickly overtaken by the intense pressure as he pushed his cock in behind it. The combination was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that had me moaning into the quiet of the room. I could feel every ridge of him, every inch of his length as he claimed me, filling me completely like he 'wasn't' wearing any condom. He remained still for a moment, his cock buried deep within me, the intruder still lodged inside. The burning grew, a slow crescendo that had me biting my bottom lip. My body tensed around him, trying to adjust to the fullness, the unyielding presence of both the object and his cock. The poppers had done their work, my ass was a willing vessel for his pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his hand coming down in a sharp slap against my bare ass. I yelped, the sting of his palm mixing with the intense pressure from within. He pulled out slightly, the object moving with him, the sensation a strange, delicious torment that had my toes curling. I took a deep breath, the poppers making the air feel thick and heavy in my lungs. "What...what did you do?" I managed to ask, the question hanging in the air like a question mark. His laugh was dark and rich, a sound that seemed to resonate in the very core of my being. "I gave you a little surprise," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "A booty bump, something to make the experience more... memorable." The burning grew, the warmth spreading like a wildfire through my body. I could feel the object inside me, a constant reminder of his control, his ability to push my boundaries even further. His cock slid back in, the latex of the condom seemingly gone, the sensation of skin on skin a revelation. It was as if the object was a key, unlocking something primal within me, something that craved his touch, his dominance. "What is that?" I breathed, the question a mix of fear and anticipation. His chuckle was low and dark, a promise of things to come. "It's a little something called a 'Tina '. It'll make you want me so bad, you'll do anything for my cock," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. The sensation grew, a warmth that pooled in my stomach and spread through my body, making my cock grow limp as a noodle, the jockstrap digging into my flesh a silent reminder of my role for the evening. He reached down and tugged at the waistband, the fabric of the jockstrap giving way with a snap. The cool air kissed my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock that filled me completely. The object shifted within me, the sensation growing more intense with each movement. "Tina knows how to make you bottoms crave it, doesn't she?" he said with a smirk, his voice thick with satisfaction. With a firm grip on my hips, he began to move again, his cock sliding in and out of me with a deliberate slowness that was almost painful in its intensity. Each stroke was a symphony of pleasure and pain, the object inside me seeming to pulse in time with my heartbeat. The poppers had done their work, my mind a haze of need and desire, my body a canvas for his art. "Yes," I moaned, the word a confession pulled from the depths of my soul. His fingers found my cock, now a lifeless weight between my legs, the touch a gentle tease. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise that had me shivering with anticipation. The Tins had heightened my sensitivity, the feeling of his hand on my cock like an electrical current. He stroked me lightly, the sensation making my head swim. The warmth grew, enveloping me, making me ache for more. He fucked me deeper, each thrust hitting that spot that had me seeing stars. "You're going to beg for it," he whispered, his breath hot and sweet against my neck. The room was a blur, the only things real his cock inside me and the hand on my cock, bringing it back to life with a gentle, taunting touch. I could feel the drug working its magic, a need building within me that was all-consuming. The object inside me grew warmer, the pressure building until it was all I could focus on. I moaned, my body trembling as I felt his cock thicken, his strokes growing more demanding. The anticipation grew, a crescendo of sensation that had me teetering on the edge of something incredible. "You're going to be my good little slut," he said, the words a dark mantra that had me nodding in agreement. The object inside me grew hot, the pain a distant memory, replaced by a hunger that consumed me. "You're going to love it," he whispered, his voice a caress that sent shivers down my spine. And in that moment, as the warmth grew to an almost unbearable heat, I realized that I did love it. I loved the way he used me, the way he made me feel. The sudden shrill of his phone pierced the quiet, jolting me out of the haze of desire. He paused, his cock still buried deep within me, and reached towards the coffeetable. The sound of the call connecting echoed through the room, and then his voice, "Yeah, what's up?" The conversation was casual, as if he weren't currently fucking me into oblivion. With a wicked smile, he put the phone on speaker. "What's up?" the voice on the other end was curious, the tone hinting at amusement. "Oh, you know," he replied, his hand never leaving my cock, "just breeding a nice married bitch." My heart skipped a beat, the reality of his words slapping me in the face. The room grew colder, the air thick with the weight of his confession. The stranger on the phone laughed, the sound echoing through the room like the clinking of chains. "You're too much," he said, his voice a mix of admiration and camaraderie. "You want a taste?" The hand on my cock paused, the pressure in my ass building. "Yeah, give him my address," he said casually, as if he were discussing the weather. The panic grew, my body stiffening under the weight of the Tina and the cold, hard reality of what was happening. I opened my mouth to protest, but before the words could escape, he squeezed my balls, the pain like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. "Looks like you've got yourself a eager little slut," the voice on the phone said, the amusement clear. The hand on my cock began to stroke again, the pain now a distant memory as the need grew. "Yeah, he's all mine tonight," he replied, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. The sound of the call disconnecting was like a gunshot, the finality of the act leaving me trembling. The pressure grew, the Tina making my insides clench around his cock like a fist. He released my cock, his hand moving to my hip as he began to fuck me with a ferocity that took my breath away. His hips slapped against my ass, the sound echoing through the room with each punishing thrust. The object inside me grew hotter, the sensation now a delicious torment that had me begging for more. "You're going to be so good for us," he whispered, his voice a dark promise that had me shivering. The word "us" sent a bolt of fear through me, a stark reminder that I was not in control. His hand found the object, twisting it slightly, the pain a sharp spike that had me crying out. The heat grew, the sensation now a raging inferno that consumed me, my body a slave to his whims. With a cruel smirk, he grabbed the poppers bottle again, the sound of the liquid rushing out as he placed it under my nose. "Take a deep breath," he instructed, his voice a seductive purr that had me obeying without thought. The fumes filled my lungs, the world spinning around me as the drug took hold. The pressure grew, his dick now a living thing, pulsing and writhing inside me. He plunged back in, his cock now slick with something warm and wet. I realized with a start that he had indeed cum inside me, the sensation of his seed mixing with the heat of the Tina an odd comfort. His thrusts grew deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin a symphony of pleasure and pain. "You like that?" he asked, his voice a growl of pure lust. I nodded, unable to find the words to voice the need that consumed me. The poppers had left my head swimming, the room spinning with every stroke of his cock. I could feel the object within me, the pressure now a constant reminder of my submission. With a grunt, he pulled out again, and the absence was like a cold void. But the void was quickly filled with something else, something that stretched me wider, the sensation so intense that I thought I would split in two. He chuckled, a dark sound that sent chills down my spine. "Tina knows how to make you crave it," he murmured, his voice a sweet poison in my ear. The object was pushed further in, the heat now a searing brand that had me squirming beneath him. "You're going to take all of me," he said, his voice a command that my body was all too eager to obey. The doorbell rang, the sound a jarring interruption in the cocoon of our debauchery. He paused, his hand still on my hips, the anticipation of his next move a delicious agony. "Don't move," he ordered, the command in his voice unmistakable. He pulled his dick out slightly, the cold air a shock against my overheated flesh. "You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded, the word 'yes' lost in the maelstrom of sensation. The sound of the door opening was like a gunshot in the night, the cool breeze from the open doorway sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the muffled sound of greetings, the low murmur of another voice joining our twisted symphony. I trembled, the anticipation of what was to come a delicious terror that had my heart racing. "Look what we've got here," he said to the newcomer, the pride in his voice unmistakable. "A married man, eager to get bred." The stranger's footsteps grew louder, his presence a shadowy figure in the doorway. I could feel his gaze on me, a predator assessing its prey. "Is he tight?" the new voice asked, the curiosity in his tone making me clench around the object inside me. The man behind me chuckled, a sound that was both dark and inviting. "Like a virgin," he replied, his voice thick with satisfaction. I felt the hand on my hip tighten, the pressure building again as he pushed his cock back in. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, the heat of the Tina mixing with the coldness of his wet dick, creating a strange alchemy that had me begging for more. The sound of clothes being hastily removed was a symphony of desire, my ears straining to make out each rustle and snap. I could feel the stranger's gaze on my bare skin, a silent communication of his intentions that had my heart racing. The scent of more poppers filled the room, and despite the fear bubbling in my stomach, I couldn't help but lean into it, eager for the escape it provided. The pressure grew as he guided his cock to my mouth, the head pressing against my lips. The taste was unfamiliar but welcome, the bitterness of his precum mixing with the metallic tang of the drug. I parted my lips and took him in, the sensation of his thickness stretching my mouth just as the other dick in my ass. The anonymous man behind me began to fuck me once more, the rhythm of his thrusts punctuating each gasp and moan that the newcomer pulled from my throat. The two men laughed, their voices a dark crescendo that grew louder with each passing moment. "You took the blue pill, huh?" the man in my mouth said, his voice a warm rumble that vibrated through his cock and down my spine. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck this married slut's mouth until I'm dry," he replied, his grip on my hair tightening. The thought of being used, of being their toy, only served to heighten my arousal, the Tina's warmth now a constant, pulsing presence in my ass. The sensation of the two cocks, one in my mouth and one in my ass, was like nothing I had ever experienced. The men moved in tandem, their grunts and curses a chorus of pleasure that filled the room. Each stroke of the cock in my mouth was met with a thrust into my ass, the synchronized dance of debauchery pushing me closer to the edge. My body was their playground, a canvas for their desires, and I reveled in every sensation they brought forth. My mouth grew slick with the newcomer's precum, my jaw aching with the effort of accommodating his length. Meanwhile, the man behind me had found his rhythm, his hips slapping against my ass with an almost brutal force. The Tina's warmth grew, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. I could feel my body responding, my prostate swollen and sensitive to each touch. They switched, the coldness of the air a stark contrast to the heat of their flesh. The man who had been in my mouth took over my ass, his cock slick with the mixture of our juices. The object inside me had grown warmer, a pulsing presence that seemed to be in time with my heartbeat. "Such a good boy," the new man in my mouth murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my nerves. The poppers had fully taken hold, my mind a whirlwind of sensation and need. I could feel every vein, every ridge of the two cocks that claimed me, each touch a spark that ignited the inferno within. They called me their little slut, their eager whore, and with each name, my arousal grew. I pushed back onto them, desperate for more, for the sweet release that was just out of reach. Their hands roamed my body, pinching my nipples, slapping my ass, pulling my hair. Each touch was a brand, marking me as theirs, a declaration of ownership that had me moaning into the thick silence. The room was a sea of darkness, my vision blocked by the blindfold, but I could feel their gazes on me, a palpable weight that only served to excite me further. The poppers made the world spin, each sniff a heady rush of pleasure that had me grinding my hips back, eager to take all they had to give. They laughed, the sound a dark music that only added to the symphony of our passion. "You're going to love this," one of them whispered, the promise a siren's call that had me trembling. The pressure grew, his dick in my ass now a searing brand of pleasure. They took turns, their thrusts growing more erratic, their breathing more ragged. The sounds of their skin slapping against mine grew louder, the scent of sweat and sex a potent perfume that filled the air. Then, the first guy stiffened, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he reached his peak. His grip on my hips tightened, his cock pulsing deep inside me. He pulled out with a wet pop, something wet and sticky leaving a warm trail as it dripped down my thighs. The sudden emptiness was a cold shock, the Tina inside me a pulsing reminder of my predicament. The second man withdrew from my mouth, his cock slick with spit and precum. I could hear the first one's laughter, a dark chuckle that seemed to fill the room as he stepped away. The absence of their cocks left me feeling cold, a stark contrast to the burning warmth that still radiated from the Tina in my ass. "Looks like he's still eager," the man who had been in my mouth said, a hint of amazement in his voice. The sound of a lighter flicking and the scent of wef reached my nose as they lit their cigarettes. They took deep drags, the sound of inhaled smoke a stark reminder of the brief respite I had been granted. "Don't worry, baby," the first man said, his voice a seductive purr, "we're not done with you yet." I lay there, panting and trembling, the Tina still lodged in my ass, pulsing with a strange warmth that had me squirming. My cock was a lifeless weight against my stomach, my body a battleground of pleasure and fear. I reached a trembling hand towards my ass, the sticky wetness a testament to their claim. But as my fingers brushed the edge of ass, a firm hand slapped my wrist away. "Don't touch that," the first man snarled, his voice a dark command that had me freezing in place. "That's our toy tonight, remember?" His laugh was cold and cruel, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel their eyes on me, watching my every move like hawks. "If you want something to play with, stick to your little dick or your nipples," he said, his tone mocking. "We're not done with you yet, slut." The room grew quiet once again, the only sounds the occasional crackle of their cigarettes and the thump of my heart in my chest. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my own arousal mingling with their cum. The anticipation grew, the Tina's warmth now a constant throb that had me desperate for relief. "What are we waiting for?" I whimpered, the words slipping out before I could think to censor them. He leaned in, his breath hot and moist against my ear. "Patience," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come. "Mathew will be here soon, and then the real fun begins." The mention of the third man sent a wave of fear through me, a cold splash of reality amidst the haze of the drug. But the fear was quickly overtaken by the need, the hunger for their touch, for their dominance. The minutes stretched into an eternity, the Tina's warmth now a constant reminder of my vulnerability. And then, the sound of a car door slamming outside, the crunch of gravel underfoot, and the jingle of keys in the lock. The men's conversation grew more hushed, the excitement palpable. The door opened, and a third set of footsteps echoed in the hallway. Mathew's voice was a cool breeze in the room. "So, what do we have here?" He stepped closer, and I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze a physical presence. The first man spoke, his tone filled with lust, "A married slut, begging for a good breeding." Mathew chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the rustle of clothes being removed, his presence adding a new layer of excitement to the room. "Looks like you're ready for us," he said, his voice low and hungry. The warmth in my body grew, a strange sensation that had me tense with anticipation. A band was suddenly wrapped tight around my bicep, the pressure uncomfortable but somehow fitting the scene. "Did you ever slam Tina in your veins?" he whispered in my ear, his breath a tease that sent a shiver down my spine. The question was like a cold splash of water, snapping me out of my haze for a moment. "What?" I mumbled, my voice slurred from the poppers. They all laughed, the sound a dark crescendo that had my stomach dropping. "Looks like this is your first time," the first guy said, his voice a mix of amusement and excitement. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." I felt the pinch of the needle, a sharp sting that was quickly swallowed by the warmth that flooded my arm. The liquid burned as it entered my bloodstream, a fiery serpent that coiled around my veins. I gasped, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. The band was released, and I felt the rush of blood, the sudden absence of pressure leaving my skin cold and sensitive. Mathew stepped closer, his cock brushing against my thigh as he leaned over me. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that had me trembling. The warmth grew, spreading through my body like wildfire, the Tina a pulsing reminder of their power over me. How do you want this stoy to continue: Do you want the main character to be ubducted by the three men or not? Is this going to be a pozz story as well? What should be the aftermath of this night/weekend? Give you suggestions and i will see what i will use.

Andy had been left there to hang in the sling for an unknown amount of time. Andy was still high from his point and was zoning out on the ceiling, the shadows in the dimly lit room, and the empty feeling he felt growing in his ass. Yes, he had a plug in there but that’s not what his body needed. He needed cock and more cock. Andy did not hear someone walk into the room and was now standing beside him. Ivan had come back to speak with their latest conquest. Andy didn’t take any notice of him until Ivan reached down and flicked the butt plug, sending ripples throughout his body. I: Hey there sweet thing. I’ve got something for you. Ivan reached out his hands. In one hand he had some pills and in the other a bottle of some yellow brown liquid. I: here take these, it will help with the pain and humiliation we just put you through. A: Like a headache? I: yes, exactly like a headache. **evil smirk** Ivan pushed 2 pills into the boy’s mouth and pushed the bottle to his mouth. Andy drank greedily. Ivan pushed 2 other pills into Andy’s mouth and again pushed the bottle of mystery liquid to him. After Andy had finished the liquid, Ivan started to laugh to himself. I: oh boy, you’re really fucked now. you just took two pills of ecstasy and two Cialis. All washed down with my personal concoction of chem piss iced tea. The iced tea helps with the taste and hides the extra tina powder mixed in. oh you are gonna be such fun in a little bit. I’ll come back when you are dialed up to 100. Ivan looked down at the boy and almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He turned toward the door and walked out. Ivan walked into the kitchen and sat beside Klein. All three men were there just relaxing in their nakedness. The three of them half hard. Q: did you get him to take the pills? I: yup, and the chem piss. I threw in some Cialis too. Otherwise he’ll have tina dick the whole time. Not that it is a bad thing, but he should really enjoy his night of firsts. Don’t worry, we still have plenty if we want to take more. K: he drank all the piss? I: every drop. I told you guys, my iced tea recipe is an automatic win. Can barely taste anything off about it. K: time for my one on one with him. Klein stood up and walked over to the counter. He picked up a can of shaving cream and a razor. K: time to clean the boy up Klein walked into the fuck room holding his supplies. He walked over and looked down at the boy in the sling. He looked for the eyes and saw the boy on cloud nine. He looked the boy up and down before starting his task. The Asian teen was practically smooth all over already. There was the underarm and the small neat bush above his dick. Klein lathered him up and only needed 1 swipe of the razor for each area. He pulled a towel out and wiped away the access lather. Before him was sex crazed, smooth as can be bottom waiting for a night of fun. Klein ran him fingers down the teen’s chest, circling the nipple on the right. All he could hear in the quiet was the moans of the boy. He trailed down to the belly button and through were his pubes used to be. The Cialis was kicking in as the boy’s 5 inch dick sprang straight up toward the belly button. Klein dragged his fingers across the boy’s balls and watch the dick bounce from his touch. His finger travelled further down and flicked the butt plug. A high pitched moan escaped the boy. Behind both of them, Quinn appeared. Q: oh damn, I didn’t actually think you would shave him. I mean he was pretty smooth already. K: yeah, but now he’s pnp pig smooth. They both laugh and jerk their dicks to start chubbing up. Quinn walks up with a small baggie of powdered tina. He removes the butt plug and dips in in the powder and pushes it right back into the teen. The teen gyrates letting them know that the tina is melting nicely. As soon as he stops squirming, Quinn removes the plug and puts in on the floor. He stares down at the boy before him. He tweaks his right nipple and then the left. Moans escape the boy. He rubs the boys balls and taint and more moans escape. Q: look at me baby boy. Look right back at me. Andy opens his eyes and stared back blankly and longingly. Andy’s eyes were black saucers. He knew Andy barely knew what his name was at the moment. He liked his boys fucked up. And they have done a marvelous job with him. Ivan came into the room with a bottle of something. He picked up the boy’s underwear and sprayed maximum impact into them, damping them. He shoves the underwear into the boy’s mouth. I: my turn to start. He lined up his dick. He spat on it and rubbed it over the head and pushed forward. It felt heavenly to Ivan. Almost no resistance at all. Muffled moans coming from the mouth full of underwear. Ivan pulled out and shoved his dick right back in. IN and OUT, IN and OUT. No problem whatsoever. Ivan’s dick felt like it was in the perfect ass. With every slap of Ivan’s balls against his body, the boy drew a large breath of maximum impact and was feeling like he was flying into the stratosphere. With the boy so open, Ivan was free to slam into him as hard as he wanted. In a normal situation, the boy would be screaming as he was being slammed in two. But right now, the little whore was moaning for more. No one could hear it but he was begging for more with every smash into this ass. Ivan slammed into the boy until his breathing became labored and ready to shoot his second load. He shot his warm jets of cum into the boy. Quinn and Klein unlocked the restraints and helped he boy out of the sling. They guided the boy to the neighboring bed setup. They threw him on the bed and maneuvered him into the fetal position. Quinn came up behind the boy’s ass and slide hid dick right in. he too felt the amazing feeling of no resistance. He pulled the boy’s legs over onto his shoulders. The bottoms was off in his own little land moaning like a whore in heat, while Quinn enjoyed his flexible body. Quinn reached down and jerked the teen off. Just enough to get the precum flowing. He licked the boys precum off of his fingers and enjoyed the sweet taste. Quinn fucked him in that position for a long while. When he was finally getting tired, he tagged out and Klein took his place. Quinn went and got a water and came back. Q: Hey get on your back. Play 42. Play 42. Hut Klein maneuvered himself on his back on the bed and the twink on him in riding position. Quinn pulled the underwear out of the twink’s mouth. He sprayed more maximum impact into the wet undies and pushed it back into his mouth. Klein the wrapped his arms around the twink and pulled him toward his chest. Before Quinn was his friend’s dick and the boy’s filled ass. The thought of what was coming made him extra hard. He spat on his dick and rubbed the spit on his head. Klein rubbed the teen’s nipples to get him to breath in hard twice. K: got him. Play 42. Play 42 Quinn lined his dick up at the teen’s filled hole. Q: Play 42. HIKE! Quinn pushed forward with all his might and his head popped into the expanding hole. Andy was making some kind of sound. Muffled cries/moans. Doesn’t matter. He couldn’t break free even if he was trying to. Quinn pushed forward and got half his dick inside. He reached underneath the boy and grabbed his dick and jerked it. The teen moaned but did not relax more. So Quinn reached further down and grabbed the boy’s balls and squeezed. This made him sharply inhale the max impact and Quinn pushed the rest of his dick inside. Quinn didn’t wait for the boy to get used to the new intrusion. He just started long dicking the boy. This proved too much feeling for Klein, who shot his load deep inside the boy. The warm cum provided all the lube Quinn needed. He was pounding the boy in no time. He wouldn’t even let up so his friend could move out the way. Quinn's balls slamming into Klein's softening dick. Quinn shot his load and both men pulled out of the used hole. They got up and left the boy on the bed, the moaning mess that he was. Without the men to attack his body, he started to play with his left nipple while fingering his own hole. I: Hey look the cumdump is trying to finger himself. K: Looks like he's trying to fist himself. I: well then, lets help the boy out. All three men laugh Ivan goes to the kitchen and brings back another bottle of yellow brown liquid. He pulls the underwear out of the teen's mouth and replaces it with the bottle of chem piss iced tea. the sweaty dehydrated boy drank down every drop. I: lets give him some time to charge up all that tina into his system Quinn pulls out a packed pipe and lights it up. The three men spend 15/20 minutes or so just joking around passing the pipe around. When they finally look over at the teen and think he is high enough, they compare hands. Ivan wins with the smallest hands. He lubes up his fingers on his right hand and pushes in 3 to start. The boy's hole easily accepts the 3 fingers. Ivan moves on to 4 fingers and gets a little resistance. I: fuck this waiting Ivan reaches into the tina bag with his left hand and pulls out the largest shard he can find and moves in to his right hand. he pushes it in with the right hand and feels the boy gyrate a bit while it melts. Once he calms down, he knows it's time. Ivan pushes the 4 fingers in and gets held up at the outer ring of his hole. Ivan wiggles his fingers inside the boy while jerking his dick with his left hand. The teen relaxes enough for 4 fingers to go in and out. Ivan adds the thumb and again gets held at the ring. Ivan pushed his head down and sucked up the teen's dick. After a few swirls around the dick head, the boy relaxed and Ivan unceremoniously pushed his fist inside. The teen was a drooling panting mess. The teen tried to scream for him to take it out (in his own way) but the horny high bottom could only grunt and moan. Ivan and the men were laughing their asses off as the man's wrist disappeared into the teen's hole. When Ivan grew tired, he switched out with Quinn. Since Quinn was the one with the connection to the teen, he felt responsible for helping him out. He jerked the teen off while fisting him past his wrist. If he wore a watch, the watch would now totally be engulfed by the teen's ass. Quinn picked up his rhythm with both wrists. In no time at all the teen was convulsing and moaning and shot 3 huge spurts of cum into the air. Quinn stopped a moment, letting the teen calm down a minute. Then out of nowhere, he started fisting him again with the same fury as before. Quinn just laughed. Klein eventually took his turn with his left hand. Quinn had taken so long that the teen was starting to come down off his high. But the men just laughed and kept on fisting. The teens moans were slowly sounding more like "No's" and "please's" The men standing around watching Klein fist the poor boy, they refilled the pipe and started taking hits. Took turns taking huge hits and shotgunning into the teen's mouth. The teen instinctively received the clouds blown into his mouth. When the guys finally finished having their fun, they were all exhausted. They walked the teen into the shower room and had him shower off. they returned him to the bed and restrained him to the bed. They were going to try and get some sleep. They told the boy to do the same. The men left some bareback gangbang porn on for him to watch and fall asleep to. They left him some more iced tea if he was thirsty. Andy drank a bottle, not remembering that it was chem piss. Once more he was blasted off. All he could do was play with his hole while the men slept it off. Andy began to cry to himself.

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!

“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 find myself lucky that i have enough fuck buds to just hit up and let them flood my hole. That being said lately i have found myself cruising a lot more than normal. We have one local abs here that I frequent and a few cruising areas that i also frequent as of late. Yesterday i had only a half day at work and with my free time decided i would go to the local truck stop to see if any men needed release. Upon walking into the bathroom im met with the scent of sweaty men. This always makes my hole want to open right up. I see this very handsome trucker washing up at the sink. We make eye contact and I say “you look like you could a rest, how long you been driving for?” (this is always my conversation starter at the truck stops) he tells me he hadn’t been on the road long but stopped because his air conditioner went out and he needed a break. I nod in an understanding way and tell him “ yeah don’t blame ya. you deserve it.” his musk is driving wild. I almost wanted to drop to my knees right then and there to suck him. I head to the urinals and he follows a bit. “you a trucker?” i tell him no and say that this is my favorite gas station to fill up at. He asks why i liked it so much, and i turn back and look him up and down and say “the scenery.” and smile. He took the bait. He realized exactly what i was here for. he motions over to a stall. He points to two stalls open right next to each other. I take one, he takes the other. He unbuckles his pants, drops them and then drops to the floor. i take my shorts off and start sucking on him. inhaling pube sweat each time i deep throat. I reach into my shorts all while still sucking him, and i lube my hole up. I lay on my back on the dirty bathroom floor and push my hole into his cock. The gap in between is just enough that he reaches through to grab my hips. My ass and hole completely on his side of the stall, he’s fucking me with a nice rhythm and tells me he is gonna bust. He nuts inside me and takes a while to pull out. he says “stay right here. i have a buddy who loves a cummed in hole.” i stay put. A few minutes later someone comes in. doesn’t even bother closing his stall door he just kneels down and fucks his load into me. I get up after taking the second guys load. Cum filled and happy. On my drive home i notice the abs is looking rather full. I decide to stop and see what’s up. I head straight to the booths with holes in them. First guy comes in, uncut cock, and i suck him. before i can back up onto him he cums prematurely in my mouth. Oh well. still took his load. Next guy, skinny clean shaven guy in hi-vis gear. His cock peeks through and he’s already hard as a rock. i suck on him just enough to get him nice and wet and i notice he’s got a wedding band around that finger. I quickly turn around and swallow his cock with my hole. He only lasts a few pumps before i feel him tense up and shoot. no sooner than him leaving is there already another coming in. Another wedding band. he drops his pants. Veiny, cut 6 in cock with a nice bush of pubes. His cock comes through the hole and is in my mouth. He starts fucking my mouth and then stops. he leans down a bit and whispers through the hole. “turn around.” Yes sir. I do just as i’m told and back my ass up to the hole. I feel his cock head at my hole. then all 6 inches at once. He fucks me. loud and hard. The booths are shaking, he’s grunting and moaning loud. Making me moan. he exclaims. “i’m gonna shoot a load in that ass.” i answer with “please do.” He lets out a huge moan and i can feel his marrried cum shooting deep inside me. He pulls out and i stay put for a second. He must have generated a line. before i could even move i felt another cock inside me. This new cock calls me a sloppy hole and then cums in me. Needless to say i went home happy, full. and overfilled.

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.

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 awoke the next morning with Fred’s stiff naked cock pushing at my hole. I barked as I scrambled away; "What the fuck man! What do you think you are doing?" I was pissed and frightened, I'd slept restlessly and had numerous nightmares about getting sick. "Cool off bud. I'm just continuing the fun from last night." He didn't have a hint of regret or concern in his voice. "You fucking bastered! First you silenced me and lied that I take cock raw. Then you bred me with your toxic cum. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Fred now had a hint of irritation; "What’s wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You had plenty of chances to stop things and you didn't. You knew the bar tender was poz and toxic and you told him to 'knock you up ', so why are you angry with me?" He had a point. Actually a number of points. "I'm just very frightened, I don’t want to get sick." I wined. "You've got 72 hours from last night to get PeP. Relax ass hole." His tone teased. "Fuck, I don’t know where to go for that here. We better go right after breakfast. " I knew I was being irrational. His voice was firm; "We'll go tomorrow!" It was settled. You know how we all have a friend that attracts every mosquito for miles. I became that guy that day, only instead of mosquitoes I couldn’t stop attacking cock, raw cock. It started at breakfast. Our cute young Mexican waiter was extra flirty. When I came out of the bathroom he was waiting and planted a kiss on my lips. In one motion he pushed me back into the single stall, pulled the door closed, spun me around, dropped my commando shorts, bent me over the toilet and buried his raw cock in my hole. He knew he was on the clock so this was the quickest of pump and dumps. I had no intention of telling Fred but I didn't have to. As I returned to the table he said, "Now aren't you glad you're waiting 'til tomorrow for PEP?" I blushed. Back at my room I stripped, lay my back on the bed, lifted my ankles and presented Fred my lubricated ass. He gave me a fantastic fuck and just as he finished breeding me the maid knocked. We quickly gathered our things and headed to the swimming end of the beach for a salt water rinse and cool down and to soak in some sun on our naked bodies. A handsome gay couple in their thirties lay nearby. Fred kept telling me one of them was ogling me. I just tried to ignore Fred and the young guy. After a bit I noticed the same guy scribble a note before he got up and walked right by Fred and I. He dropped the note in front of my face. "Wait 1 minute. Then follow me to the hotel pool." the note read. He waited at the path up the embankment away from the beach long enough to be sure I saw where he was headed. I was going to ignore the note but Fred was having no part of that. As much to silence Fred as anything I headed off. When I got to the hotel pool the guy was leaning on the bathroom door. He followed me in and pushed me into a shower stall before he spoke. "We've got to be quick, that's my husband on the beach. I saw your performance at the bar last night. Ever since you arrived this morning I've been waiting for the right opportunity to fuck you. Hubby and I always play safe with a third. He'd kill me but I need my raw cock in your ass." I didn't argue. Heart racing I just leaned against the wall and reveled at what a cum slut I’d become in one evening. He took a little longer than the waiter, but not much. It wasn't even 11 a.m. and I returned to Fred and my towel with three loads in my ass. My plan was to keep silent but the twinkle in Fred’s eyes told me I had no secrets. Fred jumped at the invitation from the gay couple for us to join them for lunch. I've never felt so awkward in my life knowing I was hosting a load from the one partner in my gut. The cheated on partner decided to invite us back to their room for a foursome. Fred and my last breeder jumped at the chance. I decided since it would be safe play that I could manage. Daisy wheel sucking ensued and everyone seemed to be getting on famously. Fred decided to tell the couple that I love to get fucked. The cheated on husband retrieved condoms and lube. His partner suited up and aimed for my hole. Fred distracted the cheated on husband. I felt my hole being breached, but was sure there was no rubber. I looked back and the removed sheath was stuffed into my mouth. Fred kept the cheated partner busy as his partner raw fucked and dumped a second load into me. Fred was next to fuck me and also managed to stealth breed me with the cheating partner distracting his husband. Finally the desieved partners sheathed cock was ravaging my hole. I'd been fucked lots of times with protection but hadn't been able to compare it with skin on skin fucks. This was so uncomfortable compared to earlier this day and my first bb fucks of the night before. I was just about ready to beg he take it off when the feeling changed. The condom had broken, but I didn't say anything. This top also painted my guts and was mortified that he hadn't noticed the broken condom. It was only as Fred and I walked away from their place that Fred told me he had managed to switch their lube out for his Vaseline. Further, while I was receiving my third stealth load of the afternoon Fred was knocking up the cheating partner who hadn't asked any questions when he saw a chance to mount Fred’s raw cock without detection from his occupied hubby.

When does a bottom cross that line? When does taking cock turn into being a cumdump with no way back? For me, it started the second I got my first car in high school. Freedom meant one thing: cruising. I’d hit the spots every night, bent over in the front seat, letting raw cock flood me. I didn’t count those early loads, but they stacked fast. Two, three guys a day. By the end of the first month? Easy 10 loads dripping out of me. Then came poppers. That’s when the addiction started. I’d hunt for cock daily—windows fogged, ass open, poppers in one hand—taking any man ready to breed me. No cleanup, no shame. I loved leaving a spot sloshing, knowing someone else would add more later. But the bathhouse years changed everything. The first time I left with 20 men’s cum dripping out of me in one night, something in me snapped. I wasn’t just into bareback anymore—I was wired for it. By my 25th birthday, I was HIV+… and it only pushed me further. I didn’t slow down. I got bolder. No fear, just hunger. Every man became a donor, every load another mark on my soul. Now I’m sitting here wondering… was it the first 10 loads? The first night you took cock from five men back-to-back? Or was it when you let the virus in and felt truly owned? How many loads did it take for you to become a total slut?

The guys I hook up with don't even mention status or level of protection at ALL anymore. We're there to fuck, and they're okay with whatever I don't know I have. The only condom discussions I've had in the past decade have been with my doctor.

So I have to say the sling is the most comfortable for me. I have issues after a while with my legs falling asleep. It’s a great position to get bred for long periods of time though. I have to agree with some of the others in saying the bench is a close second. My preference is not to lay on my chest for long periods of time. The last two times I was in a bench the supports for my legs were too low and I was just hanging off.

I used to attend CumUnion fairly regularly years ago, before I moved to FL. I decided to try CumUnion here in Ft. L. last night (first Wed of every month). The crowd was large, but not at all as large as on Fri/Sat nights. One of the three parking lots was closed, one had maybe 8-10 cars (normally 30-some cars), but the action was as filthy and delicious as usual; just not as many guys. Shoved it to one guy in the darkroom, and he hollered so loud it was like flies to honey. It was fun, of course - but - just not as much fun as when the place is jammed with Breeding men. At least there's at least one day per month with good prospects over there.

There is a very fine line, which if crossed, is extremely irritating. Just like tennis players who have to grunt each time they hit the ball.

Got my last load in a bathhouse a bit more than a week ago. Followed a guy in the booth and we started fooling around. He started fingering my hole fairly quickly - oh I love it when they just take what they want. Then I sat on him pushing his raw dick into my hole. So it was quite clear this was a gonna be a bb fuck. Then he took me doggy. It was quite a big dick but thanks to pp I could enjoy it until he started moaning and shot his load into me. Soo good. Love it when they just take you bare without asking… now longing for the next load

Be sure to come sit on my face when you’re done.

As someone who just spent a year on the prostate cancer journey ( from the failed PSA test to the last radiation treatment ) I think I can answer your question. You are being diagnosed by a Urologic Surgeon. His entire educational focus was on surgery- and as it applies to penis and prostates. Down the street from his office ( or if he is posh, down the hall) there is a very nice, VERY expensive operating room, likely outfitted with a robotic surgery machine that cost a LOT ( a million perhaps) and has to be paid for, one man at a time. So his solution is cut the prostate out ( bigger billable) Up to 5% of the men he cuts up will have bladder leakage the rest of their lives, some will have one, or both, erectile nerves that run up opposite sides of the prostate severed or damaged, and will have to do " dick shots" to get some version of an erection. Oh- another issue with removing the prostate- the urethra runs up thru the damned thing- bladder to penis tip- if that gets sliced, they have to resection it. Now, there is no spare tubing between the bladder and the prostate, so they "pull up" the needed undamaged urethra from the other end- which means you will have a loss of length. Surgery is 1980 technology. The uro lift is much less invasive ( and less money for the practice) but is better than losing a key part of your sexuality.

I'm not on Prep, but I don't consider myself a chaser either. I refuse to use condom and if a profile on a hookup site says no bb, I just avoid it. The guys I do hook up with, for example on Sniffies, my favorite, not a one will generally even mention condom, and when they get close, I start verbally begging them to plant their seed deep inside me, and they always do. I especially love feeling multiple loads slosh around in my ass.

I find the sounds of porn stars too inauthentic. Give me a top driving himself and his bottom over the edge and the authentic sounds that generates any day. I'd rather listen to audio only recordings of ordinary guys having a hot fuck than watch porn.

A fake man from a man would be as off putting as a fake orgasm moan from a woman

Most definitely…

“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.

“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…

As they were trading places I began my protest. “No fucking way Fred. You know I don’t want this! Fuuuccckkkkkk!!!” He was already plunging his toxic raw tool into my hole. The other’s had stretched and lubricated it but his member, especially when fully hard, was much bigger than any of theirs. “God, I knew your hole would feel fantastic on my raw cock. And of course you want it. You told the last guy you wanted it, you told him to breed you.” “You fucking ass Fred! You know this is different, and you know I don’t want what you have.” I continued to protest. My mouth protested, my body and ass participated. Then my mouth stopped talking and started participating cleaning the cum covered cock presented to it. The mixture of three guys cum was tainted with the slight copper hint of my blood. They may not have been as big as Fred, but clearly, they had done some damage. Cock cleaned and taste enthusiastically enjoyed my mouth was free again. “Ok Fred, you’ve had your fun. And yes, before you ask, yes, you give an amazing fuck! your cock feels fantastic … oh …. fuck … you keep hitting my prostrate. Talk about pain mixed with pleasure. … oh yeah ,,, fuuccckkkk. But much as I love this you’ve got to stop ….oh fuck yeah … that’s it right there … oh yeah … right there.” “I’m confused, one moment you say stop but then you encourage me to pound away. Which is it?” Fred wondered. “Keep fucking me … oh yeah … just like that … fuuucccckkkk!!! But don’t cum in me.” “You let those other guys breed you and I didn’t hear you ask them any questions.” He never missed a beat as he spoke. “Fuuuccckkk mmeeee Fred … oh yeah, don’t stop, … oh fuuccckkk yeah!” “I’m getting close” he warned. “Don’t cum …. And for God’s sake don’t stop ….” “I can’t hold off any longer” He wasn’t even trying. “Keep fucking me, but don’t breed me. Fuck NO FRED, I SAID NO!” He was pushed deep into me unloading like a fire hose. “Why did you do that? I told you, I begged you not to cum in me. Holy fuck man, what have you done?” He planted a big sloopy kiss on my lips and pulling off to say; “I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long. Thanks bud.” “You are most certainly not welcome. Well, I mean thanks for the fuck, It was amazing. But you knew I didn’t want your cum!” By now I had forgotten we had an audience. That was until a big hairy bear walked up and presented his massive thick cock to my mouth. I was busy trying to manage the thing stretching my jaw and the argument with Fred had gone out the window. The crowd took hold of me, creating a human sling they directed my ass to the bear’s huge erection. Now, we all see those guys in bars that we want to have sex with so badly we’d give them a month of our wages for one night. This bear was my guy. I’d seen him behind the bar when we first arrived. Shirtless, dark tan, gorilla hair over his chest shoulder’s, back and arms. Thick beard and deep smiling brown eyes. Every inch of his massive being was drawing me in. He made sure he had my full attention and slowly motioned down to a dark tattoo almost hiding in the only closely cropped hair on his body. His bush. I could hardly make it out as he seemed to trace it, slowly it emerged and came into focus. It was a biohazard, poised right there above his massive toxic bat. Drawing my eyes back to his the squint asked without the need of a word if I understood. I cautiously and slowly nodded my head once. With one hand he used fore finger and thumb to make a hole, With the other he poked his fore finger through the hole a symbol I took for fucking. Again, his eyes were seeking permission. I slowly nodded. He motioned again to the tattoo. This was my chance to stop this insanity. I mirrored his hand signal with my two hands, pumping in and out a few times before plunging in deep and tightly grasping hold of the penetrating finger. It was now his turn to nod his head to indicate complete understanding. His raw cock head began to kiss my dripping hole. He leaned forward and we kissed passionately, mouth to mouth. His thick mushroom cock head breached my outer ring and I screamed with pain. He held steady until he could feel me pushing onto him with my ass. 2 inches, 3 , inches, a few deep breaths, 8 inches, 9 inches (my inner thought’s ‘holy fuck!”) 11 inches, 11.5, 11.75 (‘holy shit’) Finally it was all the way in, 12 inches, bottomed out and impaled inside me. The human sling, he and I all worked in perfect synchronicity to provide me the deepest wildest fuck I had ever received before. After a couple minutes of this heavenly treatment, I finally heard his deep base voice. “Are you already poz or on Prep boy?” (at sixty I love being called boy by my rugged top no mater what his age.) My voice was feeble, “Neither. I’m negative, and I’m not on any protection.” “But you know what my tattoo is about, and you motioned for me not to pull out. You know I’m going to knock you up? Right boy?” Me even more feeble; “Awe. Yeah … I guess so?” Bear to the human sling guys, “What do you guys think? Do I knock this guy up, right hear, right now?” They broke into a cheer and chant, “Breed him, knock him up! Breed him, poz his ass!” The bear was holding my face so I was looking him straight in the eye, he was demanding I answer. Quietly I almost whispered “OK”, his eyes demanded I expand on what I meant, “OK, cum in me.” I used a normal volume. His eyes glared at me, if smiling eyes can glare, and I knew I had to shout, “Oh Fuckin breed my negative ass already! Knock me up, give me every drop of your toxic seaman.” I had no sooner finished and he was buried deep inside me convulsing toxic spew up my ass like there was no tomorrow. Blast after blast coated my permeable gut walls.

Andy is a boy that just turned 18. He came from a very conservative Asian family and was not able to fully embrace the part of himself that was gay. He is extremely naïve to how the real world works due to his sheltered upbringing. He is also prone to thinking everyone is as honest as he was raised to be. He had started college and was for the first time in his life away from his controlling family and able to embrace his homosexual side. All someone had to do was look at the Asian twink to know he was a natural bottom gay. He is just the last to know. Andy created a profile on a hookup site believing it to be a regular social media for connecting with other gay students. His profile was simple. A good Christian boy looking for other nice guys to network. First time away from home so looking a group of my own. I’m a complete virgin and waiting for Mr. Right. The profile went on but basically he was screaming naïve boy who is far too trusting needs what is coming to him. Plenty of guys messaged the teen up and almost all of them started with crude language that turned Andy off right away. Enter Quinn – a college jock in his senior year of college. Quinn was an alpha male that loved turning out younger guys, especially the innocent ones. The innocent ones made his dick bounce. Quinn was just smoking a bowl of tina, browsing through the site when he came across Andy’s profile. Q: oh wow, look at this little sheep. I can smell the innocence on this one. Quinn was experienced at talking to sweet young things like Andy. He messaged a nice cordial DM and the ball was rolling. Andy received Quinn’s message. It was a nice change from all the smut he was getting from the other guys on the site. The seeds were planted and Andy never had a chance. They messaged back and forth for a few weeks and Andy felt extremely comfortable with Quinn now. When they finally started talking about sex it was calmly and meticulously planned out. Andy had admitted that though he was as virgin, he wanted to explore some stuff. With the right guy. Oh Quinn innocently responded with I think you’re really special. Andy was eating this shit up and they started talking about meeting up for coffee. They met up a few times socially, usually getting coffee at the local coffee bar. Andy was reassured at every turn that Quinn was just a nice guy through and through. When the conversation returned to sex, Andy was less bashful and started to say he’d like to try some stuff with Quinn but not all the way. He was still saving himself for the man of his dreams. They set up a date where Andy would go over to Quinn’s place and they would chill a bit and see where things went to. Quinn had made sure they had brought up rimming in their earlier conversations. He explained that it made a boy feel amazing without having sex. Andy had agreed to let Quinn try it out on him. Quinn explained about douching so that he would lick a clean ass. Andy agreed. The night of the date had come Andy was extremely nervous. He had made sure to clean out properly and was ready to go. He told himself that he would just see where the date went. No pressure. He walked up to Quinn’s door and rang the doorbell. Quinn answered the door and continued to play the innocent part. He welcomed him into his pad. It was an house that he shared with 2 roommates but he said they were gone for the night. He offered the teen a soda and politely excused himself to the kitchen. Quinn returned with 2 cups with soda. He handed one to Andy, who was nervous and parched. Andy gulped the drink down in an instant. They both laughed nervously. Quinn offered him some more soda and before he received an answer, he was pouring half of his soda into Andy’s cup. Andy drank up and finished his second glass. They spent some time just talking on the couch, just chatting away. About 20 mins into their conversation, Quinn felt like the G had enough time to start its magic. Quinn got close up to Andy and started kissing him. They made out for a while. Quinn could feel the twink getting looser and more relaxed underneath him. He reached down and pulled off Andy’s shirt and then threw off his own. They were chest to chest and the kissing was getting more intense. Andy started showing signs of disorientation and Quinn took the opportunity to help guide him to his bedroom. Andy was a bit wabbly but was excited to branch out and see what happens. When they entered the room, the first thing noticeable was a sling set up in the middle of the room. The queen size bed was to the side and so was the dresser and closet. Everything seemed to be positioned around the sling. A: oh what’s that? Q: oh that’s just a nifty contraption to elevate you while I eat you out. It’s really fun. Quinn slide up behind Andy and started to rub his perky ass. He placed his hand under his underwear and squeezed his cheek with one hand. With his other hand he reached up and grazed Andy’s nipple. Just a soft touch to make him take a deep breath. He starts to kiss Andy’s neck from behind him. His hands make their way to the front of Andy’s pants. He undoes the button and zipper and the pants slide down. Meanwhile, Quinn’s kisses have moved upward and he is now nibbling on his earlobe. Andy is overwhelmed with all these new sensations that he didn’t even realize his pants were down until Quinn had him step out of them completely. Andy started to feel a bit vulnerable. Sensing this, Quinn also took off his pants, getting down to his boxers. He reaches forward and turns Andy around so he can grind his dick into the boy’s ass. Andy’s breathing is getting louder. Quinn notices his unstable wobbling in place and suggests Andy try out the sling. With the G clouding his mind, he just lets Quinn guide him into the sling. Andy is laying in it like he had done it a million times. Q: ok lets lose these. Quinn reaches forward and grabs the twinks underwear and pulls them up and over his legs. Q: Can you feel the a slight breeze on your butt now? A: yeah, I can. It feels pretty good. Q: oh that aight nothing yet. Quinn starts tying restraints to his ankles. A: what are you doing? Q: oh this is because it’s gonna feel so good that your legs are going to squirm about and rock the whole thing. This helps with keeping them in place. A: ah, ok… guess that makes sense. Quinn walked up to the other side and pulled his left arm up and tied it up. He walked over to the right A: why are you doing my arms? Q: oh this is so you have something to hold on to. See, your wrists are tied loosely so you can pull them out whenever you want. He secures the right arm. He walks over to his dresser, turns on some mood setting music, and pulls out a wooden box and walks back over to the sling. He places the box down on the floor. Q: okay, are you ready to feel my tongue in your ass? A: yeah, im ready. Quinn approaches Andy’s hole and softly licks the opening. The boy makes a slight moan. Quinn dives in and starts to open the boy up. He has the Asian twink moaning. He is fucking the hole with his tongue; getting it all wet. Q: I’m going to try using my finger, okay? A: ah, okay… Quinn gets to his knees and opens the wooden box and reaches for a bottle of lube. He places a small amount on his finger and pushes half his finger into the boy. Andy makes a noise of discomfort but doesn’t say anything. Quinn pulls the finger out and places another small amount of lube on his finger before pushing it back into the hole. This time he got the whole finger to go in. He pulls the finger out and opens a small baggie of powder, dips his finger in it and pushes it back into the boy. A: oh no, it burns a little Q: that’s okay, it’s supposed to for a bit. It will pass. Quinn repeated the dip and pushed the finger in all the way. A: is it supposed to keep burning? Q: it will stop burning in a minute. Just wait it out. Quinn pull the single finger out and replaced it with 2 fingers. Pushing them in made the boy moan. Q: okay now, time to start the fun. Quinn went back to rimming the boy. Andy felt amazing the burning had stopped and his ass was feeling great. It was sending tingles all over his body. He was so lost in tingles that he never heard the sound of Quinn’s closet opening. His eyes were shut (in what he thought was bliss) and didn’t see 2 shadows come out, one on each side of him. It was a complete shock to him to feel the restraints on his wrists were being tightened. He opens his eyes and sees 2 other gorgeous jocks just like Quinn on each side of him. He tried to pull his arms out but to no avail. A: what’s going on? Who are these guys? Why cant I get out? Quinn stands up and stares at Andy with eyes of lust. Q: oh these are my roommates. We do everything together. We corrupt nice boys like yourself together. We parTy together A: party? What do you mean like cake? Q: Drug fueled sex parties. A: I thought you said you never did drugs. You said no sex. Just rimming. Andy struggles to try to free himself but gives up after a few minutes. Q: just relax and enjoy. I know we are gonna enjoy ourselves. You might as well enjoy it too. In fact, I’m sure you are gonna love it. Quinn reaches down into his wooden box and opens a baggie with big rocks of tina. He picks out 2 good sized shards and placed them at the boy’s hole. He bends down and spits on the hole and pushes the big one into the teen. A: ahh, it burns. Stop it. Please. I don’t do drugs Q: well that is a shame because drugs love to do you. With that comment, he pushed the second shard in and holds his fingers in place to let it absorb. Q: and another one for good measure. Quinn reaches down and pulls out another shard and pushes it in the hole. Again he holds it in place. Once he hears the teens pleas turn into moans, he starts finger fucking him. Q: okay boys, time to drop ‘em and start playing. The 2 other jocks throw their clothes off. Both are already hard with their dicks pointing up at the ceiling. Quinn slides the wooden box over to one of the men. He opens it up and pulls out a pipe and a torch. The pipe is prepacked with a full bulb. He flicks the torch on and bounces the flame off the bottom of the bulb. He blows out a huge cloud right into the teen’s face. He takes another big hit and blows in his face again. Q: okay Andy, I’d like to introduce you to Klein, the man blowing in your face. Klein is packing 8 inches for you tonight. And this other hunk is Ivan. Say hello guys K: hello hole of the night. I: hello future cumslut Klein passed the pipe to Ivan. He repeated the process of blowing clouds right into the teen’s face. They pass the pipe over to Quinn. He walks over to Andy’s side with his head and rips a huge hit, he then bends down, grips the teen’s nose and presses against his lips. The teen opens his mouth and Quinn blows the huge cloud into his mouth. The teen just coughs taking most of the cloud into his lungs. Quinn does it again, this time without holding his nose. The teen instinctually opened his mouth to start kissing. The lungs fill with cloud again, this time he blew out some of the cloud. A: oh my gawd, what is this feeling? Feeling all over? Q: that’s the tina working on you. K: you feel that tingle in your mouth? I: you feel that tingle in your boy hole? A: yes, like a burning but in a good tingle way. K: that means you are starting to fly I: that means you are ready for our dicks Q: that means you’re all ours Quinn pushed his dick to Andy’s mouth. The twink opened up like he was programmed to do it. This was the first blow job he had ever given but he was taking to it nicely. He got the dick nice and slick of spit. He walked around to the boy’s exposed hole. He spit on the hole before lining his dick up to it. Pop, his head slid right in. The boy yelped. He grabbed the teen by the waist and slammed the rest of his 7 inches in one push. The boy cried out. A: nooo, take it out. Please take it out. It hurts Q: oh no I’m sorry let me take it out if it hurts. Quinn pulled out almost all the way leaving just his head. He waited for him to stop clinching so hard and then slammed it right back in to the hilt. A: ahhh, nooo, please. Gawd please. It’s too big Q: if you think I’m too big, then you are gonna be shocked by the boys. They both pack 8 inches. Your lucky though, all three of us are pretty much the same thickness. So once you get used to my dick, they should be good to plow you too. Quinn pulled almost out. Boom! Slammed back in. He surprised Andy when he did pull all the way out. He thought it might be the end of his escapades. He was sorely mistaken. Quinn just reached into the wooden box and pulled out the powder and coated his dick. He pushed right back into the teen. A: burns, burns, burns, Ivan pushed his dick into the boy’s mouth. It muffled the cries a bit. Q: get used to it already. There you go. I can feel you relaxing. Maybe now I can fuck. Quinn slammed balls deep and felt less resistance from the hole. He knew it was time. He started to pound out like a jackhammer. Luckily the music he had started earlier was drowning out the cries from Andy. By the time Quinn was ready to shoot his load, the teens cries were turned into moans of a whore. He was begging for more dick, more pounding. Q: I knew I picked well with this one. Quinn pushed as deep as he could into the hole and shot his first load. He pulled out and slapped Andy’s ass, leaving a pink hand print on his porcelain left cheek. Ivan stepped away from Andy’s mouth and goes to the wooden box. He collects 2 more chunks of tina goes to the boy’s hole. He pushes in the first chunk with his finger. He then puts the second one against the hole and pushes it in with his dick. With the new tina added to the cum already in the hole, his dick slid right in. A yelp escaped the boy as he got used to the new length of dick in him. But Klein pushed his dick in the boy’s face. He took it in his mouth and again his noises were muffled. I: oh yeah baby, make me feel it. Damn he’s tight. Definitely was a virgin but once it’s in, it fits like a glove. Ivan grips the tied up legs and uses the leverage to have the boy rock the sling and bounce back on his dick. He just stands there bringing the ass to him. He enjoys that for a long while. Klein pulls his dick out and switches sides. He feeds the teen his dick from the other side of his face. Ivan takes this opportunity to start long dicking the twink. When he was finally ready to blow his load, he kept long dicking him and the cum was shot the length of his ass and then pushed further back and back and back. He pulls out and Klein pulls out of the twink’s mouth. It is Klein’s turn to visit the wooden box. But he reaches for something else. He likes fucking looser holes. He was just gonna take a shortcut. He pulls out a point. He makes a small sized shot ready for the twink. Klein goes over to his arm restraint. The boy is flying high and wasn’t even fazed when his arm was untied. K: ok now boy, I don’t wanna hurt you. Keep your arm still and it wont hurt. He ties off the boy’s arm and pushes the needle in a vein. He draws back, registers, and pushes the liquid in. he unties and pushes the twink’s arm up above his head. The twink starts a coughing fit. As it subsides, the twink’s eyes go black and he is flying super high. Klein even leaves his arm untied. Klein goes to the boy’s hole and sticks his finger into the wet opening. It sucks on his finger. K: perfect Klein lines his dick up and slams it into the boy. The teen squeals in excitement and his small tina dick cums on himself. The third jock shows off his stamina by power fucking the twink for almost an hour. With a few breaks to stop for water. The boy is just limp like a stack of potatoes enjoying the assault on his hole. Andy tries to jerk himself off but is stuck staring off into the unknown. When Klein is ready to shoot his load, he reaches for the boy’s head and pulls him down toward himself. The three jocks stare down at the used twink. Andy stares back but looks like he is staring at a scene behind the men that only he can see. Quinn pushes a medium sized butt plug into the boy. A: am I done? Q: done? Don’t you want more dick? You cumwhore. A: yes I want dick. I want all your cum. … bu K: Good because we not done yet. you just got a baby shot. The three jocks share a good laugh and walk away from the twink in the sling. I: lets go get something from the kitchen. We need to eat something if we are gonna go all night. K: fuck eating, I need more water. They just leave the boy in the sling behind like an afterthought.

Right on the button. Very accurate. I am a married man leading a double life. I can relate to thus story. Chances to live my secret life are fewer these days so to read thus is fantastic. I'd love to experience a booty bump too. I wast to be introduced to Tina.

I love when a guy moans, especially when I’m going down on him!

Great start and tease Teddy, but pleeeeassssee hurry with more, my orgasm depends on it!! 😈

You make a great point i never really though of, thankyou for giving me this great point of view. Thankyou for, im sure that ass has helped many a straight msn an will continue to do so 👿👿

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.

Getting fucked with an audience, preferably with a group of tops talking turns. I do love getting fucked in a sling.

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?”

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7:00 AM The alarm on my cell phone is going off. I reach over to the night stand and, fumbling around, manage to snooze it. Its been a long night and I haven’t slept well. Remember when you were a kid and you were waiting for something - maybe Christmas morning or a trip to some amusement park - and you couldn’t sleep the night before? I’m not a child anymore but this has been one of those nights for me. I pick up my cell and hit the button for text messages. The one I want is there at the top of the list from last night. “Less than 24 hours now, boy. We are going to fuck you, use you, and POZ you up real good…” followed by an address in Silverlake and a time… 10:00 PM. My heart flutters again as I read it again. This is Christmas and an amusement park and… well, I don’t know but something else thrilling… all rolled into one. Just 15 hours now until it starts. I’m no virgin - not by a long shot - but this is something new. Tonight I’m getting fucked bare for the first time and taking my first POZ load… or should I say my first POZ loads. He says he has 7 other guys lined up for me. My alarm goes off again and I put my phone down. I still have to get through today first… these 15 hours are going to seem like forever. I have to get up and, even though it is a Saturday, get ready for work. I requested a mid-shift today (9 to 5:30) and off tomorrow so I would be available for Him tonight. Yes. Him. With a capital H. 8:15 AM I’m out of breath. I had to run to catch my bus (I stopped to read the text a few more times and the instructions he emailed as well)… but I’ve made it. The bus is nearly full but I have a seat by the window. My mind is playing back on how all this started. It was last June… four months ago. I had graduated from high school a month earlier and turned 18 a couple days after that. Using every trick in the book, I had talked my way out of going on vacation with the family. I had our Orange Country house to myself and so I did what any healthy young guy would do. I closed the curtains, stripped down, grabbed my laptop, sat my naked ass on the couch and started looking at porn on the web. Juvenile? Sure. But you have to understand, I come from a vey conservative family. There is something about breaking the rules, about doing something that would freak them out, that really gets me hot. I stroked my meat and shot a big load all over my chest. I even licked it up. So tasty. The second day alone, I sat my naked ass on the kitchen counter and jacked off into the sink. It was awesome but I still felt horny after I came. I started looking at Craigslist Men 4 Men personals. Some of the guys sounded ok but nothing really caught my eye. Not until I saw His post. “Top, 30, looking for hot, innocent looking guys who want to walk on the dark side (18+ only). I have athletic build, so should you. Silverlake.” There was a picture and showed a man with a fantastic chest and a six pack abs… but was cropped so the face didn’t show He was wearing tight underwear and i could see a huge bulge… a very huge bulge. I wondered he had stuck a dildo in his underwear. I stared at his picture for a couple minutes. Silverlake is a long way away though. What the hell, I finally decided, I didn’t really have to go through with anything. I typed up a message about how hot his picture was, told him how I was a swimmer in high school and had placed second in state finals earlier in the year, then snapped a picture of myself naked on the couch and added it, and hit send. I sat in front of my laptop waiting for a reply. Minutes passed. Then an hour. i turned on the TV for a bit. Checked again… nothing. All day I kept checking messages, unable to think of anything else. Nothing. At 1AM, frustrated, I finally went to bed. Crap! Just missed my stop (Santa Monica Boulevard and San Vicente) on this bus. Gotta stay focused.

Yes! In last year, I’ve had more encounters with married straight men than before, without changing my cruising habits lol. These have included on ‘gay’ hookup sites, cottages, a work colleague and a barista at my local coffee shop. All raw without even asking about condoms, status etc and I introduced two of them to my friends Tina and Gina.

Chapter 5 - Mixed POV 5.1: Jim Pov I looked at the clock on my work computer. 4:50 pm. Ted is returning today. He said he would be home by the time I got home. I thought back to my session with Ralph. Not for the first time, I felt my cock hardening, betraying me again. It was so good, so horny, so slutty. But…. I cheated on Ted. I felt truly disappointed in myself. I had prided myself on being faithful and loyal. Yet, just smoking some ice and I turned into a dirty slut willing to take a stranger’s bare cock again. You’d think a 26 year old would have some self control to keep his legs shut. I nearly told Ted a few times over the phone but faltered. I decided I should do it face to face. I knew it was more delaying the inevitable than really that I truly thought it was necessary. I never understood why he often called me “sweet”. I had simply assumed it was a habitual adjective he threw to boys to butter them up. Besides, last weekend proved that I am anything but “sweet”. In my mind, I was certain that Ted would be disappointed. His image of me would probably be shattered by this. My mood was incredibly low when I arrived home, steeling myself to face the music. I walked into the lounge and Ted was sitting on an armchair naked. He was puffing the pipe, and letting his cock dangling half hard between his legs. His eyes had that wild wired look. Gosh he is so sexy. How could I let him down? “Come here my sweet young man and puff some of this crystal,” he said. I pulled a chair, moved it close to Ted. We sat opposite of each other, face to face. I nearly turned down the pipe. We had to talk with a clear mind. I was working up the courage to tell him. He looked so high and euphoric and horny. Maybe smoking some of the pipe would give me some dutch courage. I smoked the pipe, taking in several deep breaths. Ted watched me in silence with a somewhat far away look. He seemed like he was deep in thought. He allowed me to puff more to catch up to his state of mind and hitting the pipe every now and then. Instead of the usual euphoria, the drugs seemed to have enhanced my current state of mind - feeling low. Not for the first time I wondered if our base state of mind strongly affects our high states. -That really isn’t relevant right now,- I thought. I took a deep breath and said, “We need to talk, Ted.” Best be done with it. Rip the bandaid off. I couldn’t look at Ted and kept staring at the floor, “After you left last Friday night, I was so horny, I met someone online and had sex.” There, it was done. 5.2 Ted POV Jim’s announcement was like a lightning bolt that surged from within my prostate to my cock. Blood rushed into my cock and from its half hard state sprang up to rock hard arousal. If Jim wasn’t staring so intently on the floor, he would have seen my naked arousal. “Did you play safe?” I asked. -Please say they didn’t,- I thought. “No,” he said almost meekly. -Oh you excellent naughty boi, I taught you well- I thought, patting myself on the back as if I could take credit for that. “Did you and him had more chems?” “Yes,” he still refused to look up. -Oh you wicked naughty boy- I thought in utter delight. “How big was he?” “About 7.5 inches,” my cocked ached. A dirty part of my mind thought, -So that top hasn’t totally violated all my property.- Part of me was very glad that a tiny little part of Jim was still mine, yet another part of me wanted Jim to be completely taken by another man’s cock. “Thick?” “Yea” “Thicker than me and Ray?” I brought Ray up hoping to snap him out of his mental state as Ray sometimes featured in our fantasies. “Yea.” “Did he cum in you?” “Yes,” he said in almost a whisper. My cock throbbed. I was so pleased and aroused that my sexy sweet young boyfriend had cheated on me. Here I was worried about telling Jim that I cheated. Not to mention my visit to the sauna earlier to recreate a fantasy Jim and I shared which could either go very well, or disastrous. Ice made me bet on going very well, hopefully, circumstances appear to be heading in that direction too. My cock ached as I eagerly want to fuck his cheater. I hope he will react to my news the way I reacted to his. “Well, Jim, I’ve something to tell you too,” he looked up, finally noticing my rock hard member, a look of surprise on his face. “When I reached my hotel, I invited an old fuck buddy over…” I could tell Jim’s cock sprang into attention in his pants. I smirked. “Why don’t you get naked, and I’ll tell you about it?” 5.3 Jim POV I stripped naked as Ted asked. My eyes were barely able to take off from Ted’s cock. No, Ted’s cheating cock. I hope he fucked his old fuckbuddy bare and loaded his fuckbuddy with his charged load. My eyes burned with hunger. Ted had a wicked pleased grin on his face in response to my expression. “Did that top show you what a booty bump is?” I shook my head. Ted explained, “Well, we will mix some crystals in water and squirt it up our arse. For bottoms, it makes their hole sluttily hungry. For some tops, it makes their cock sluttily hungry. Even more so than smoking the pipe.” I found it hard to believe we could be even hungrier for each other at how wired we currently are. But I craved to feel that intense hunger. He showed me how to administer the booty bum and asked me to do the same for him. I seldom play with Ted hole, focusing more on his cock, but it was very slutty to help him administer a booty bump. “Before I tell you about my old fuck buddy, I want you to tell me more about the guy who fucked you.” I shared with Ted the filthy things I did with Ralph. Normally I would feel quite shy and embarrassed about discussing such things, but the ice and the booty bump seemed to have melt all those concerns away. It made me bold and nonchalant about sexual deviancy. I shared with Ted the things that happened that night: that Ralph fucked me in him and his boyfriend, Zack’s, bed; that I let Ralph fuck me even though I knew his cock had been in some other guy’s hole; how slutty I felt having had two different bare cocks fuck me in one night. I shared with Ted that Ralph also had a fantasy of Zack cheating on him and taking loads from other men, but as far as he knows, Zack only plays it safe. Also that Ralph was turned on by the idea of me taking his strain back to Ted. “Mmm, maybe you can show me Zack’s profile later today so that I message him and see if we can seduce him to take my raw cock and deliver my strain straight into his boyfriend’s hole. Got to get back at Ralph for defiling my boyfriend,” Ted said. The idea of watching Ted fucking another man in front me drove me wild, “I would love to watch you fuck Zack in person.” “Yea?” Ted asked with a devilish delight on face, “are you going to ask me to wrap my cock up before I fuck Zack like a prim and proper boyfriend should? Do you remember when I first met you, you used to think bare sex is something special to be shared between boyfriends.” “No, you should bare fuck him the way you bare fuck your own boyfriend. You’ll fuck him deeper than Ralph ever could.” Ted’s cock gave a sharp twitch, obviously liking that idea. I loved the idea of Ted defiling another man’s boyfriend. Ted continued, “If Zack turns out to be a closet bare bottom, maybe we can organise a couple-swap session. Ralph and I can watch our boys take turns enjoying our different cocks.” Ted and my cock were so hard at this point they were throbbing. Ted grinned in naked delight of the turn of events, continuing, “I see you like the idea of a couple swap. 2 tops casually swapping their boys for fun, not bothering to wear protection. You watch me cheat while I watch you cheat. Knowing our sexual partners are cheating on each other too.” I moaned at the wicked idea planted in my mind. “I love you being such a deviant young man, Jim.” I kissed Ted, holding him tightly. Most of my worry has completely evaporated. However, I still asked, “You aren’t upset that I cheated on you?” “No Jim. It is what I have been fantasizing, and hoped to make reality. I am so glad you were upfront and honest about this. Maybe that was the mistake I made with my previous relationships. I kept it to myself.” A part of me cannot believe how things have unfolded. I cannot believe how Ted seems to desire me even more. I have shared with him what happened to Ralph, I needed to find out about his former fuckbuddy. I really hope Ted had a good filthy fuck to satisfy himself, “So tell me about your former fuckbuddy.” 5.4 Ted POV I told Jim about my sexual history with Adam and how I spent the last weekend ploughing Adam senseless like the good old times. How Adam and I always fucked bare, though we never discussed about our status. He loved hearing that Adam’s hole was filled with loads when I fucked him and I had no issue continuing fucking him even after Adam revealed that to me my sore cock was fucking on all those anon loads. Jim even loved it when I confessed to him that Adam was bouncing up and down my cock as we were talking on the phone. Much to my delight, Jim also confessed that the reason he sounded so distracted was because I called him while Ralph was deep inside his hole. My cock ached at how wicked my boyfriend and I were. We didn’t even have the courtesy to stop our cheating fucks for a couple of minutes to speak to each other over the weekend. Yet, instead of being angry with each other, it appeared to have made us want each other more. “I would have loved you to fuck Adam’s hole juices and those anon cum up my hole with your cock. Pity you were so far away,” Jim said. I grinned at him and said, “I went to the sauna earlier before I came home. I fucked quite a few boys, some even had loads from other guys. If you give my cock a sniff, you will be able to smell their hole juices and dried cum.” Jim looked down at my crotch, noticing for the first time crusty dried cum all over my pubes. He got on his knees and gave my cock a good sniff, obviously liking the sex he smelt. He looked up with a slutty look, I could practically see his mouth drooling, “I need you to fuck me, Ted.” “Yea? Do you need me to wash my cock so that it is safer for you Jim?” “No, please Ted, put it in me, stop teasing me.” I took Jim to the room and put him on his back on the bed. Fucking face to face is Jim’s favourite. He loved being able to watch my expression and being able to kiss me. I used to be more a “fucking a bottom with their face down” kinda guy. But being able to watch Jim’s expressions and watching Jim react to my expressions was so hot. Add on to being able to kiss him while we hold each other like we are the only two people in world made the fucking even more sublime. Connecting with each other physically and watching each other’s reaction and expressions. Taking delight in each other’s delight. I lifted Jim’s arse up so that he is practically balanced on his shoulders and ate his hole, looking down onto his face. I growled, “Eating your cheating hole, Jim. I am your boyfriend but I’m not the last man who fucked you.” Jim loved his arse being eaten before it got fucked. He squirmed and moaned in delight. I wanted my cock in his hole as quickly as possible. My knob has been steadily oozing quite a lot of pre-cum. I lowered Jim’s arse and lifted his legs onto my shoulders staring into his eyes. My knobbed positioned at the entrance of his hole that is twitching in desire as if trying to pull my knob in. This was the same position we first fucked bare over a year ago - the night our two lost souls found each other. “In the week we’ve been apart, it sounds like you may have one or two new strains in you. I have at least one new strain, though I’ve fucked a few anon holes and on several anon loads, it could be a lot more. Our HIV strains are no longer in-sync,” I pushed my knob into his hole, the fourth or was it fifth hole i”ve fucked today, and continued, “I remember the first time we met, you told me that your doctor said that you need to fuck safe to ensure you don’t accidentally get reinfected with new strains. Tell me now, Jim - do you want the new strains your boyfriend has picked up behind your back?” “Yes, please always fuck me bare. I’ll always take your cock bare, I’ll always want you,” he blubbered with lust, need and desire. I pushed my cock into him slowly and gently as we watched each other enjoying the lustful revelling of physical pleasure our bodies are sharing. My cock was all the way in his hole and my hairy crotch pressed firmly onto his smooth arse. I loved how Jim desires me so much. We held each other tightly and leaned in to kiss each other. I wanted to pound Jim, and fuck him hard and senseless. But I also felt really tender towards my boyfriend. The hard fucking can wait. I fucked him gently for some time as we kissed and held each other. I lost track of time. I broke apart our kiss, looking into his eyes and said, “I am yours, Jim. I may fuck other guys, but I will come back to you. I know I previously said that I should change and be monogamous. Sorry it didn’t quite work out.” Jim responded, “Honestly Ted, when we got together, I was willing to try an open relationship because I felt very secure with you. But you suggested we try a close relationship, so I was happy to go with that too. I didn’t do that very well either.” “No we didn’t. It turns me on that we cheated, but I am glad we were honest with each other at the end of the day. It showed me that beneath that sweet meek and mild nature of yours, you have an inner demon like me. But unlike me in my past relationships, you were willing to be honest with me with your missteps, while I used to hide them from my previous boyfriends.” Jim blushed, “You know I love you too, Ted. And I’m glad you’re not upset with me” I grinned, typical Jim, self deprecating, I quipped back, “And I’m glad you’re not upset with me too.” I reached over for the pipe and we had several puffs, keeping our bodies joined together. Our flesh and limbs in a tangled lewd mess. From the tenderness, a wicked evil started burning in both our eyes. I set the pipe aside and announced, “I think we need to punish each other for cheating.” I started fucking Jim hard, pulling out of him completely and ramming my cock back in. “We’re going to fuck each other so hard, my cock and your hole will be too sore to fuck any other guys.” — 5.5 - Ted POV Author’s note: the setting for chapter 5.5 is inspired/based on a scene in Parents Weekend by Bill Drake. A story I loved in my late teens. I cannot remember most of the scenes in that story other than this one particular scene. I have not re-read it in years, but I wouldn’t be surprised if my memory of the setting of the scene is still very close. Obviously the characters and characters’ relationships are different (as you can tell from that story's title). ~2 hours later~ Ted I sat on the chair in our bedroom in the dark, slowly stroking my hard cock while Jim headed to answer the door. I heard the door open and heard Ralph telling Jim, “You must be psychic. This is the second time you messaged me after I had a chem session with a slut bare bottom. So you say we have use of your place for the rest of the night? Your boyfriend is away again? Need a bare cock to scratch that itch in your hole?” I heard Jim respond by without giving too much away, “Yes we have the place for the rest of the night to play if you want. Did you want to hit the pipe?” “I’m pretty tweaked - been smoking a lot in my session and before I came. But happy to do a few more puffs if you are going to get more tweaked with me.” My hungry boyfriend of course would not turn down having more puffs. I took the opportunity while they were still at the front door to light my own pipe to take a few drags before they came into the bedroom. I heard sloppy kissing, and then Ralph saying, “Not here, boy. I took you to my “marriage” bed last time. I rushed here today because you said you were gonna return the favour.” My cock throbbed. No wonder Jim couldn’t keep his legs closed for Ralph. He is a filthy irreverent slut like me. “You’re so bad,” Jim moaned. I chuckled - Jim can be so shy in his responses sometimes when faced with something so evilly deviant. But I knew the idea turned him on so much. I heard clothes being discarded. “Take me to your bedroom,” Ralph said. I watched Jim and Ralph enter the room. I could tell that they were extremely tweaked like I was based on their jerky movements. They both had short hair but they looked pretty dishevelled. I sat in the dark in a corner of the room. I cannot be seen by a person standing at our bedroom door until they entered our bedroom completely, and then turned around. I sat quietly in the dark, wanking slowly in anticipation of a live show. Ralph had a muscular build and older like me. While I tend not to go for guy’s around my age, I can see that he was attractive. Like Jim, his skin looked wet, sticky and oily. He must be smelling of sex. The contrast between the older more muscular Ralph and the younger slim Jim looked so good. Ralph’s torso was not hairy like mine. His legs were slightly hairy. I was more familiar with watching my body contrasting against Jim in the mirror. The slight differences between Ralph’s and my body type served to emphasise Jim’s infidelity. “I haven’t cummed yet,” Ralph said, “I’m looking forward to cumming in your cheating hole again.” “Did you fuck bare in your earlier session?” Jim asked. “Of course. I got the boy all tweaked and high. He didn’t even ask when I pushed my bare cock into his hole.” Ralph lifted Jim’s legs up on his shoulders and fingered Jim’s hole. I have filled it with a huge load earlier so his hole is all moist. Ralph obviously was satisfied with the lubrication and rammed his thicker 7.5” cock into Jim’s hole without any further preparation. He was clearly too tweaked and horny for foreplay and decided to jump straight to the main course. Jim moaned in pleasure as I got to watch Ralph thrusting his thick sex tool in and out of my boyfriend. With only the street lighting lighting up the room, it was rather dim. I itched to flick the light switch on. In the dim lighting I thought I could see my cum dribbled down onto Ralph’s balls as they swung back forth as he thrust. “You’ve been fucked tonight,” Ralph said, “Whose load am I fucking on? Did you find someone else to cheat on your man?” Jim said, “The last time we met, you said you wanted to fuck on my boyfrend’s cum.” Ralph and picked up pace, fucking harder, “This is your boyfriend’s cum lubing our fuck? He had to leave your session early again?” “No, he wanted to watch you take me,” Jim said, looking towards me in the corner of the room. Ralph turned to me and saw me sitting back on the chair lazily beating my longer piece of meat as he fucked my boy. He didn’t even miss a beat to his fucking when he realised I, his fuck’s boyfriend, was in the room as him. I could see his cock swell even harder, casually continuing his lewd thrusts. “He wants to watch me stretch your hole does he? We better give him a better view,” without missing a beat Ralph repositioned himself and Jim so that I had an obstructed view of his cock and balls stretching my boyfriend’s hole, defiling my boyfriend’s hole in our “marriage bed”. I turned on a red tinged lighting that Jim and I loved to use to drink the sight in, lighting their animalistic sex act. It looked like Jim was a whore taking cock. I can see Jim’s arse being stretched wide by Ralph’s thicker girth. “My boy said you had a thicker cock, and that he told me he loves you stretching his hole full. I asked him to invite you over so that I can watch him cheat.” “Fuck, you both are sick fucks,” he growled picking up his pace, “Did he tell you I’m poz as well?” “Oh yea, he did. When you cum, make sure you do it deep in him and give him your strain. Maybe one day I will get to fuck your Zack bare and you can watch me violate him. Fucking him deeper than you ever can,” I told Ralph, knowing from Jim that it was Ralph’s fantasy for Zack to be closet bare cheating slut. That obviously drove Ralph over the edge as he suddenly tensed and slam himself completely into Jim and cum, “Oh yea, I would love you fuck Zack’s hole. Make him cheat on me… ahhhh.” Ralph blew his load deep into Jim. It didn’t look like Jim came. Great, he will be so horny and ready for me. As Ralph caught his breath, I told him, “If you’ll excuse me, I would like to have a turn with my boyfriend.” As Ralph’s cock plopped out, sticky white frothing juice slicking his cock and a line of cum dripped out of Jim’s loose hungry hole. I “scooped” the leaking juice with my cock head and filled Jim’s hole with cock again, heady with lust that Jim had been fucked by another man and filled with the poz seed of another man. My chafed sore cock slushed into Jim’s cummy hole. This wasn’t going to be a loving fuck. I pounded his hole, telling him, “I love how filthy your hole is Jim.” — Chapter 5.6 - Jim POV Ralph had just left. It was just me and Ted. Ted held me gently as we both lay on our sides facing each other, my legs wrapped around his back and my arms around his neck. He slid his cock gently in and out of me, kissing me as he thrust in and out gently. Ted asked me to invite Ralph over earlier tonight - Ted told me he loved the idea of me being fucked by another guy, and he get to fuck sloppy seconds. I thought back to some of the things Ralph and Ted did to me tonight. They had me lying on my stomach for most of the session, both taking turns pounding me. There was no mistake when one top swapped to another. Ted’s longer cock fucked so much deeper. Ralph’s thicker cock made my hole feel so stretched. Ted’s hairiness contrasted with Ralph’s relative smoother one. When one of the top needed a break, the other top took over. At one point, Ralph must have had way too much ice, as his hole got incredibly hungry. Ralph was in the middle of fucking me while I was sucking Ted when he asked Ted to fuck him. To my surprise, Ted didn’t hesitate to prep Ralph’s hole while Ralph was fucking me before Ted mounted Ralph. Ted fucking Ralph from behind, while Ralph fucking me while I’m on my knees. I knew Ralph and Ted were not ordinarily each other’s type. They clearly had a thing for smoother, younger guys. Yet there they were, Ted was holding Ralph from his behind, thrusting his cock in and out of Ralph. They both must have been so high I thought. Still it was a feast for my eyes watching Ted fuck Ralph, even briefly. Of course, my hole was hungry for Ted to fuck me immediately after he fucked Ralph. “Did you have a good time, Jim?” Ted asked, snapping me out of my reverie. “Did? I am having a good time. It feels so good in your arms with your cock in me fucking me gently. It always makes me feel… safe.” Ted grinned, “Safe? We only fuck safe once, Jim.” I looked at him mock-witheringly, “You know what I mean.” Ted kissed me, “I am glad you feel that way Jim. It is going to be Sunday morning soon. We should get a bit to eat and try to rest for the day before we go to work.” I nodded - it was always hard to end a chem session with Ted. We always feel like we can go on forever whenever we are together. “Oh,” Ted said, “but before we rest, show me Zack’s (Ralph’s boyfriend) profile. Maybe it is time we create a profile for me to message him.”

Part 4 - Twelve Apoztles Six men of various ages, ethnicities and builds stood at the door. A fit, young Black man named James spoke first. “We heard a slut is getting pozzed in here.” He looked around me to see Reid standing and Noah’s young plump buttcheeks on the bed. He licked his lips and pushed past me, followed by the other men. Noah looked at the men, tears still in his eyes. He pushed his butt in the air and stabilized himself on his hands and knees. He reached around and slapped his own ass, offering it too all the men. I closed the door and watched as the men stripped their clothes, each with a biohazard or scorpion tattoo. Their eyes were glued on Noah’s leaking hole and pristine twink body. James knelt down and licked up the streams of semen. Noah moaned as James’s long tongue slid in his ravaged sphincter. Reid stood in the corner on his phone. I walked over to see what he was doing and the answer made me laugh evilly. Uncle Reid had put up a Sniffies ad for this motel room whoring out his nephew. The gangbang description read “18yo virgin looking to take all loads on Christmas #noloadsrefused #neg4poz.” The ad had over 30 RSVPs. “I’ve been planning this for weeks,” Reid cackled. “That boyhole is about to be packed with so many strains, already got our two.” He pinched my ass, and we stroked each other’s cocks while watching the main show. James had slipped his thick 11-inch cock into Noah’s pussy and was giving the blond 18-year-old time to adjust. It was crazy to think that, not even 24 hours ago, Noah was a virgin. Now, he was getting gangbanged by HIV-positive strangers and his uncle. As James thrust is pole up the young boyhole, men gathered around Noah, stroking their cocks. An older wasted white man with a short cock and long pubes directed Noah to suck him. “You like that AIDS cock boy? My viral load is through the roof.” Noah slurped up his poz precum and sent the small cock as deep into his mouth as possible. James began to growl and his balls pushed his viral load deep into Noah’s bowels. As he pulled out, middle aged Asian man with a six inch uncut cock took his place. Noah cleaned off James’s cock like a good bottom, taking all 11 inches in his throat. “Fuck. You’re a natural!” James exclaimed. “You’re gonna get a few more of my toxic loads. You want that?” With his lips wrapped around the cock, Noah looked up at the man with pleading eyes. He needed the man’s sperm. He needed all the men’s sperm. The gangbang continued for a few hours. On top of Reid and me, Noah took 10 poz cocks, most completely anonymous. I filmed a lot of it. As the last guy left, Noah laid on his stomach. Cum dripped down his taint from his gaping boyhole. Black sharpie tally marks indicated 21 loads received since arriving at the motel. Reid slapped Noah’s ass, and it jiggled with the force. “Merry Christmas boy! How you feeling?” “Fucking wrecked,” Noah sensually rejoiced. “I don’t think I can walk.” Reid dug in his bag, pulled out an extra large-sized butt plug and shoved it in Noah’s toxic treasure trove. “Can’t let any of that charged cum leak out of you.” I laid down next to Noah and pulled him in for a cuddle. “You did so well today Noah. Those men left very satisfied.” Noah smiled at me, feeling the warm appreciation. “I love having their seeds inside me.” I kissed him. Reid laid down on the other side of Noah. “We should shower and get going boys. It’s almost dinner time! Time to get straight again!” We showered the scents of sex off our bodies and drove back to the house.

I was 18 and just about to leave college. I had done alright but as my disappointed father kept reminding me I could have done better. I had tried my best. I reserved all my Socialising to the weekends. My course work was my main priority and I hit the books every night. It was during one of these nights that my problems began. I was studying psychology. The tutor had set us a paper on the use of drugs as a sexual enhancement. Like all assignments I hit the books and good old Google. I was astonished at what I discovered and during that first night I was in a state of constant arousal. After I hit the sack I could not believe how wet I was and knocked out the fastest and most intense orgasm of my life. During lessons the next day I could not concentrate and did something I had never done. I skipped the last lesson to get home to find out more. As I said earlier I was 18 and still very much a virgin. I had never had a girlfriend and had spent most of my life knocking one out to straight porn. I did not consider myself gay but I did get turned on by all the delicious looking cocks in the showers after games. I thought this was natural and had done nothing about it. On the second night of research a link sent me to a gay chem sex video site. I was intrigued and opened the link. The page brought up a load of short videos of guys that were high and having sex. The first one showed a young Mediterranean boy about my age being given a pipe to smoke. After coughing a few times he managed to take some deep hits and then you could tell he was feeling good. You could see him change. You saw all his inhibitions drop and he could not wait to be fucked. It was amazing and I was hooked. I watched many such videos whilst completing my paper and over the following months I continued watching them. They took over my life. I found dozens of sights and watched loads and loads which caused my problems with my slipping grades. I knew what my problems were and I knew I was addicted and I reasoned with myself that the only way to cure my addiction was to face it head on. On the following Monday I spoke to Joe at school. He was a classmate who was known as the local stoner. He was high most of the time but he was so approachable. I asked him if he could get me some drugs. He asked which ones and I said I don't know. He looked at me and laughed but he could see I was worried about something. He told me not to worry and said that his parents were away the weekend and I should come round and stay over and we could do some experimenting. I thought this was a cool idea and readily agreed. On Friday after lessons I picked up my bag from home after promising my parents I would be responsible and be home by teatime on Sunday. I arrived at Joe's and he met me at the door in just his board shorts. I tried not to look at his body but he had a firm athletic body with a very noticeable 6 pack. He showed me where to drop my stuff and we headed out to the back yard. Once there we sat on a couple of loungers next to each other. He looked at me and said that he could hook me up with most drugs but let's start with some weed. He picked up a roll up from the table at the side. Lit it and took a deep drag. He held it for a while then let it out slowly. After a few failed attempts where I nearly coughed my lungs up I managed to do the same. I felt good. I felt relaxed. My nerves had gone and I felt comfortable in Joe's presence. He told me to go and get myself comfortable and get out of my jeans etc. I quickly changed into my shorts and returned to the back yard. Joe lit another spliff and I took it down like a seasoned pro. I could really feel this one and just laid back on the lounger. Joe then asked me what this was all about and before I knew it I had told him the whole story. He looked at me at first and then smiled. He lent over to me and gently kissed me on the cheek before saying Paul you have come to the right place. He then said before we go any further I want you to agree that what goes on here this weekend is strictly between us. I readily agreed. He told me to hold on and went into the house. He returned moments later with a pipe similar to those I had seen on the videos. He then proceeded to pack it with white crystals. He told me that this was the drug of choice of most gay men and it was called T. He understood that I was a virgin but it was obvious to him that I liked guys by the way I had been checking him out and the tent in my shorts. I quickly tried to hide it but he told me not to bother as he loved a nice cock and was hoping that he could make me feel good the weekend. He then proceeded to heat the pipe and melt the crystals. Rocking the bowl from side to side until the white smoke started to rise. He emptied his lungs and took a deep breath and held it. He then placed the pipe against my lips and heated it. I copied his actions and held it. We both released the breaths together and a white cloud engulfed our faces. We did this three more times and if I thought the weed made me feel good this T was something else. I felt warm. My whole body was tingling. A sheen of sweat covered my whole body. My hole was itching. Joe said let's get out of these shorts which we did. I saw his cock for the first time. It was standing to attention and looked massive. I locked my lips. I then realised my dick had become soft and Joe was quick to tell me that this was the drug and not to worry about it. He then asked me if I wanted to touch his cock. I did not reply but reached out and slowly took hold of the glistening rod. He let out a short moan and closed his eyes. I started rubbing it and he continued to moan. He then asked me if I had ever sucked a cock. I looked at him and dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth and tried to copy the videos I had seen. After a few false starts and a warning to cover my teeth I got into a good rythm. After about 20 minutes Joe stopped me so we could hit the pipe again. I was more than eager to have another hit. He then went onto explain about another way of taking T by inserting a piece up your ass. He asked me if I wanted to try which I agreed to. Firstly he explained that I had to clean myself out. We went indoors to the bathroom and he produced an enema kit and showed me how to use it. Normally I would have been embarrassed but I felt totally relaxed about the whole affair. He then led me into his bedroom and told me to lay on my back and pull my legs back so he could see my hole. He lubed up his finger and slowly entered me. It felt strange but in a nice way. He continued doing this and placed another finger in my hole. Satisfied that I was open enough he then took a shard of T and aced it on his finger tip. He then told me to pull my cheeks apart and he slowly placed the shard inside me. It felt rough and uncomfortable and then I could feel my inside start to burn. Joe reassured me whilst he continued to work his fingers in my hole. After about 10 minutes the burn had gone. My heart was pounding. I was sweating and my ass felt like it was the centre of the earth. Joe kept fingering my hole and added a third. Until know nothing had ever been put up my ass but here I was with three fingers and I was starting to push back for more. He asked me if I was feeling good and I told him yes. He asked me if I wanted to go to the next stage and when I asked what that was he said for him to fuck me. I did not think twice I just pushed my ass back onto his fingers in reply. He told me to hold still whilst he lubed his cock and said that he would enter me slowly. I felt him applying pressure to my hole and slowly pushing it in. It felt amazing it felt intense but I wanted it all and pushed right back until I had him all buried inside me. Whilst it was painful it was a good pain. I felt the burning again which I thought was normal but later found out that Joe had placed a shard on the head of his cock before entering me. The burn went and the desire rose.i started to push back and forth on Joe's cock. I needed to feel it deep inside me. He had released the beast and I was taking everything I could. I kept going like that for ages until Joe told me to stop. He pulled out and I tried to protest. He laughed and layed down on his back. He then said before we go any further you need to know that I'm positive. I don't wear condoms and I only fuck bareback. I'm also not on meds. So if I fuck my load into you then you could get pregnant. It is up to you. If you want to carry on you better jump on and ride my cock. I needed his cock. Nothing was gonna stop me. I straddled his cock. Aimed and slip myself down his rod in one move causing us both to moan out loud. I then started to ride him. It was like a bucking bronco. I could not get enough. I rode him for as long as I could before be bucked me off. He jumped up got me up onto my knees and rammed his cock home. He was increasing his pace and stated to groan. He told me he was about to come. I squeezed my ass muscles and I felt him ram his stick one more time and flood my insides with his hot molten seed. We both then collapsed on the bed with Joe still buried inside me. Joe fucked me another two times before he went soft. Each time as intense as the first. After the third time we drank some water then layed back on the bed and fell asleep in each others arms. When we awoke I felt Joe's cock was hard and he was slowly fucking me. This time it was slow it was more intimate. When he had finished he got up and ordered pizza. That did not last long. I was starving. Joe and I then lay there talking. He asked me if I had answered all my questions which I replied I had. He asked me if I was ok about him being pos which I felt strangely at peace about. He then asked me if I was ready for the next round and he could tell by the look on my face that I could not wait. He asked me if I wanted to change it up a gear and I asked him what he meant. He told me that I had tried T two ways but there was a third. I looked puzzled so he went to his bedside cabinet and pulled out a loaded needle. I looked worried. He explained that this was the most intense way to take T and he explained what would happen. He asked me if I trusted him and answered by holding my arm up. He placed a belt around my upper are and found a good vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger to get some blood. He then pressed the plunger slowly home. Once finished he took of the belt and placed my arm above my head. I felt the liquid climbing up my arm. I tasted a metallic taste and then wham. I was knocked onto my back. I felt like I could not breathe. I coughed quite a few times. I was just starting to panic when the coughing stopped and my body was engulfed in a warm sensation ending in my ass. The centre of my universe. I needed to be fucked hard and now. Joe laughed out loud and said a slut has been born. He made me wait whilst he slammed himself. He placed his cock in my hole and released the belt. He coughed and I felt his cock swell and he shot his load deep inside my guts. He then remained still whilst he rode his rush. Once it was over and he was at the same place as I was he then started to fuck me with his still hard cock. He fucked me for over an hour and then he had me lay on my back. He then slowly entered me. He pushed in slowly and pulled out slowly. This felt different. This felt magical. He kept this up. Varying the pace but always all the way in and all the way out. Hitting my prostrate each time. After about 20 minutes I could feel the tingle rise inside me and with a few more long strokes I had the most intense orgasm of my life. There was cum everywhere. Joe took some of my chest and fed it to me. I felt amazing. We continued to fuck all weekend and Joe slammed me twice more. I part of my promise to my parents and was home before teatime on Sunday. Although I had completed my assignment beforehand I felt that like all good academics I had thoroughly checked all the information it contained. Like all good researchers I am aiming to continue my research next week at Joe's when he said we can start lesson two.

Quick note: Still working on the semi-sequel to The Decline & Fall of Michael Christian. Hopefully you enjoy this story in the meantime. It's shorter... only this one part (so hopefully that is good news for those who do prefer the shorter stories). And, without further ado, here is Bait & Switch. It was about three months ago. That’s when it happened. When my hole life changed. It had been a long, hard day. My alarm didn’t go off — which meant I overslept and didn’t have time for breakfast. My boss was riding my ass all day — and not in a good way. And to top it all off (no pun intended), I dropped my mobile and cracked the screen. By the time the workday ended, I was in a hell of a mood. I needed to destress a bit. No. Let’s be honest. I needed a good fuck. I dropped off my car at home and took a taxi to the gay neighbourhood in town. I don’t get out to the clubs very often anymore (work is just too crazy) but I felt homesick for one of my favourites. Great music, great drinks, great staff. You know how they say you can’t go home again? It’s true. The bar was full but, at 32, I was probably the oldest guy in there. The music was skewed towards this new and younger crowd… I just found it dull and mindless. Plus most of the staff I used to know had moved on so there weren’t even familiar faces behind the bar. It barely felt like the same bar anymore. I ransacked my memory… how long had it been since I had dropped in? I was surprised to realise it had been my 30th birthday party. Well over a year and a half before. At least the drinks were still good. So I found a (more or less) out of the way corner and sipped my drink. Then another. Then another. Then another. I like to think I’m reasonably attractive guy. I’m no gym bunny but I do keep myself passably fit. Brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 9 inches tall. But none of the guys in the bar so much as said ‘excuse me’ as they pushed past me through the crowd. So I just sat alone in my corner. Drinking. None of this did anything for my mood. Finally, enough was enough. I staggered out of the club. I wasn’t quite ready to go home though… still horny as fuck. I passed some of the other bars but discounted them: the first was too busy, the next was too loud, and at the third the doorman said something about my having been over-served already. So I kept walking. I was about to give up and just hail a cab to head home. And then I looked up and saw where I was. Just ahead of me was the bathhouse. I had never been inside before… I’d always been afraid i would run into someone I knew there. Which would just be awkward. But I had been persistently curious. Could it ever live up to the ‘urban legends’ about the easy sex available within? I paused for just a moment, but horniness and alcohol are a powerful mix. Tonight was the night. I glanced around — just to make sure no one was nearby who knew me — and stepped inside. “Good evening.” The guy at the counter greeted me in a disinterested tone. “Are you a member?” “No… this is my first time in here.” He pushed a sheet of paper towards me. “You will need to fill in this form for your membership.” I took the sheet and began completing it. I was a bit leery about putting any personal information… but I had come this far. No point backing out now. “Locker or room?” “Um… what’s the difference?” He rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign with prices. “The room costs 10 more.” “I guess just a locker.” I gave him back the completed form along the cash. He pushed a towel and a locker key towards me then buzzed me into the bathhouse itself. I walked through into a locker room. I knew enough to know that guys walk around with nothing on but their towel … so a few minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucked a condom into the elastic armband that held my locker key, and set off to explore. The bathhouse was a fairly large space spread over two floors. In addition to the locker room, on the ground floor I found a small but well stocked bar, a video room showing porn, and ‘wet area’ with a steam room and jacuzzi. Upstairs seemed divided into two parts. To the right of the stairs was a dark area labelled as ‘The Maze”. I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that though. To the left of the stairs was an area with several corridors with small cubicles on either side. One of the cubicles was open and being cleaned by a member of staff. There was a small bed of sorts, a locker, and a screen playing more porn. This, I realised, was the ‘room’ that the clerk had offered. Other than staff and myself, I think I saw 6 guys wandering around. They were older guys, at least late 40’s and not in great shape. Some looked downright I'll. No one I wanted to play around with. It was early though -- only about 9:30 or so. I decided to kill some time and see if the crowd improved. I went back down to the bar and had a couple drinks. Between the drinks at the club and now these, I was definitely buzzed by that point. I wandered over to the video room. There were a couple of the older guys in there, fondling themselves under their towels, but I ignored them and sat on a bench as far away as I could get. The porn wasn’t bad and my own hand found its way under my towel. I was careful though, I didn’t want to get myself off. I ignored the old guys as they entered and left. Just kept focused on the videos. I must have sat in the room for at least 30 minutes. Eventually, however, one of the old guys came and sat beside me. He was at least 60 and had a big beer belly. I tried to move a bit away but another old guy — one of the sick looking guys — was just a few feet away on that side. When the beer belly guy tried to put his hand on my thigh, I stood up quickly and left the video room. I was, however, pleased to discover that more guys had come in while I had been camped in the video room. Hopefully I could find someone who wasn’t quite so disgusting. I went back upstairs but still wasn’t ready to explore the dark maze area so I wandered through the area with the ‘rooms’. Many were closed and dark. Not rented yet, I assumed. A few were closed but with the unmistakable sounds of man-sex audible despite the closed doors. My dick got a little harder. Other doors were open and occupied. I was pleased to see that some of these held guys my age or younger. In one room I saw a cute blond guy, probably early twenties, but he didn’t even look up as I walked by his door. I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was to get his attention so I walked past. It was getting close to the end of the cubicle area and seemed to be striking out. Maybe this was going to be a bust. Maybe those urban legends about the great sex available were just that: myths and legends. And then I walked by the last open door. A man stood opposite, leaning on the back wall of the small room. He made eye contact with me as I walked by his room. I stopped in my tracks. He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. Black hair, playfully tussled. Sky blue eyes. Full lips with the hint of a smile. Unshaven stubble. Skin a natural tan. Body lean and muscular. His tall frame — about 6’ 2” best I can guess - made me want to melt into him. His toned arms tucked behind his back. A light feathering of hair on his chest and a noticeable treasure trail leading my eyes to his towel. And the big, hard bulge waiting there. He was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny. “Hey, how’s it going?” He said with a smile and an Italian accent. “Um… not too bad.” I stammered, licking my lips which suddenly felt dry. He gestured with his head for me to move into the room. I, of course, complied. I didn't even think to close the door. My hands were trembling as I approached him. His arms were still tucked behind his back. Making his chest and crotch seem even more prominent. Maybe it was his unspoken permission. Maybe it was all the alcohol. But — whatever it was —my trembling hands raised to touch his chest. The muscles firm and warm to my touch. “Mmmm. That feels good.” He said. “What is your name?” “Gary.” I replied. “My name is Mario. Your hand feels very good, Gary.” Even the way he said my name made me shiver a bit. But, at the same time, his voice was so calming. Relaxing. I felt more bold. My hand slowly drifted down. From his chest to his abs. Tracing the muscles. Before moving lower. Following his treasure trail. He didn’t stop me. Just watched with that little smile as my hand felt the hardness through his towel. I slowly started to caress him. I felt him swell a bit more. I’ve always been a bit of a size queen. I just love big cocks. My own cock was already hard was a rock and leaking pre-cum. I leaned in and my lips found his. I couldn’t believe this was happening. You have to understand. Mario was so far out of my league. And yet was letting me touch him. Stroke him. Kiss him. And he was kissing me back. He placed a hand on the small of my back. Just above my ass. Just a simple gesture. But, at the same time, possessive. And it just made him even more perfect. I was in his orbit. The moon to his earth. And, although I didn’t stop to think about it at the time, the moth to his flame. His hand slid lower. Caressing my ass through the towel even as I caressed his cock. My hand sliding under his towel for the first time. My fingers wrapping around his hard shaft. A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me. Only to be lost in his kiss. “You have a nice ass, Gary.” He whispered. His fingers moving under my towel. Tracing down the crack of my ass. Sending shivers down my spine. “You have an amazing cock.” I whispered back. “Do you like it?” He asked. As if my ragged breath wasn’t evidence enough of that. He put his other hand on my shoulder. Pushing me gently. Down to my knees. I did not resist. I wanted him so much. His fingers ran through my hair. My mouth found his cock. Rolling my tongue over the head. Savouring his taste and smell. This was more than I had ever expected. I could feel him bending over me. His fingers moving slowly down my back. Tracing my spine. Reaching my butt. Sliding into the cleft. Circling my hole. “You like getting fucked?” With my mouth full of his dick I could only moan my affirmative reply. “Hot. You are going to get really fucked tonight. I promise.” His finger circling my hole found it’s target. Pushed inside me. “You're tight, babe. You gonna be able to take it all?” Again I moaned my reply and raised my ass to meet this finger. He chuckled above me. Then slid a second finger in. In and out of my hole. Driving me even more wild. His cock was in my throat now. My face tight into his crotch. I was so focused on the taste of him, of his scent, that I barely noticed any sound behind me. Then I felt a second pair of hands touch me. I jumped… but Mario’s hands moved quickly back up my body. One hand on my shoulder (holding me on my knees) and the other on the back of my head (gently holding my face impaled on his big dick). I felt movement behind me and then a warm met tongue find my hole. “Don’t worry. That’s just my buddy.” Mario said. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s really hot seeing him eat your ass. Getting it ready for a good fuck.” Mario seemed genuinely turned on by seeing the other man working his tongue into my hole. At least his cock seemed harder than ever in my throat. And the tongue was pretty damn talented. I figured it was worth it to get Mario inside me. I wished I could see the newcomer but decided to just focus on Mario’s cock. I wanted him good and ready to fuck me. Mario’s hips were gently rocking, sliding his cock in and out of my throat. I wanted this beautiful god to fuck me so bad. Mario whispered something to the other man. I couldn’t make it out. The tongue on my hole moved away. Movement behind me. Was it finally time? Was Mario ready to fuck me? Hands on my hips. Pulling me back slightly. Something touching my hole. Bigger and harder than a tongue. A cock pushing at my tight hole. I tried to make a disapproving sound but Mario’s cock was deep in my throat. “That’s hot, babe.” Mario said. “You should see his cock. It looks so good pushing into you. Really getting me turned on.” I was a bit annoyed but — well — I had come so far and I didn’t want to lose my chance at getting fucked by Mario now. I pulled the condom out from the elastic band on my arm and handed it to the man behind me. He took the condom from my hand but his cock never moved away from my ass for even a moment to put it on. I didn’t get fucked bare. Not ever. But I was conflicted… I really wanted Mario to fuck me. I clenched my hole against the unseen man behind me. Maybe that would be enough to discourage him. But no. The stranger’s palm came down hard on my ass with a loud slap. I jumped, my hole relaxing for just a second... ... And the unseen man pushed the head of his dick in with a sudden thrust. Bare. “Dude.” Mario said above me. “His dick looks so good in your ass. Just let him open you a bit and then, if you want, he can pull out and he can put on the condom.” It made sense. At least it did at that moment. Alcohol and lust really weaken your resolve. I managed to manoeuvre enough to look up at Mario without losing his cock in my throat. He had a smart phone in his hand. My phone. It pointed it towards my face then slowly panned back towards my ass and the man who was working his way deeper inside. He was recording the moment on my phone. He waved my phone. "I'm recording this for you so you can watch later. You don't know how hot this looks." The cock in my hole was pushing deeper. And deeper. He wasn’t as big as Mario. But he was a good size. Damn. It felt so good to get fucked. It had been so long. I needed it. “You like that, don’t you?” Mario asked above me. “You like that cock pounding your hole.” I moaned agreement. “Yeah. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Mario encouraged me. And I did. I arched my back as much as I could with Mario’s dick in my mouth. I raised my ass to meet the cock pounding my hole. The stranger’s hands were gripping my hips now. His thrusts where hard and erratic. Frenzied. He was grunting. The stranger slammed in balls deep. And froze. A deep guttural growl escaping from somewhere within him. His shaft flexed inside me. He was shooting his load. Inside me. Oh fuck. This stranger, someone I couldn’t even see, had just cum inside me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. But my heart was pounding. What had I done? What was I doing? The stranger pulled out of my hole. Pulling a trail of warm cum. Which oozed down the back of my balls. “Thanks for the fuck, boy. Hope you like my little gift.” I wanted to turn around and look at him but Mario was thrusting into my throat again. He was clearly really turned on. So… was it time? Was he going to fuck me now? But he didn’t pull out of my mouth. And another pair of hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Another cock touched my hole. And pushed in, balls deep, in one thrust. This cock wasn’t quite as thick as the last but was longer, reaching deeper inside. The body behind me felt different as well. Not as solid. I could hear his flesh slapping against mine. And then he raised up on top of me. I felt a big belly press against the small of my back. Shit. Some fat guy was fucking me. But I was in no position to move away. Pinned between this new man’s body and Mario’s cock in my throat. And, yes, it felt good. His cock felt good inside me. Fuck it felt good. The fat guy was pulling all the way out then thrusting back in to the root. All the way out. Back in. Each time he pulled out of my hole pulsed. Like it was begging the cock to get back in. The last guy’s cum had really slicked up my hole and was dripping out each time the fat man’s cock pulled outside my asslips. The fat man pulled himself further onto my body. Resting his weight on my back. Mario stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and allowed my head and shoulders to sink to the floor under the fat man’s weight. My ass stayed raised though. Letting him pound me. I wanted this fuck. I was lost in the sensations that these men had awakened in me. “I’m going to cum.” The fat man said. “You want it. Don’t you.” “Yes.” I whispered. Ashamed. Ashamed of the desire burning inside me. Ashamed that I liked his cock, the feeling of him fucking me. “Louder.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” His face came into view as he slid all the way onto my back. The beer belly guy from the video room. Someone I would never have let fuck me. But in the moment, lost in my lust, I didn't tell him no. “Yes. Cum in me. Please. Please cum in me.” “Good boy.” The fat man moaned in my ear. “Since you asked so nicely, here is comes. You're always going to have a little part of me inside you. As long as you live.” He didn’t stop thrusting. But I felt his shaft expand inside me. His flabby arms held me tight. And his cum joined the load from the first man. When he pulled out and stepped away, I didn’t even try to move. I stayed in position. Back arched. Head and shoulders flat to the floor. Ass in the air. An open invitation. And the invitation was accepted. A cock slid between my asscheeks. A big cock. Very big. Sliding up and down the gooey mess that seeped from my ass. Without pushing in. “How many loads does he have?” The third man asked. “You are going to be the third.” “Nice.” The third man pushed a finger into my hole. “Look at me, bitch.” I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The gaunt man from the video room -- somehow I had known it would be him. His cheeks and eyes sunken. His body may have been toned once, you could kind of tell, but now the flesh just sagged. And he had a tattoo. On his groin. Just above his cock. A biohazard. I knew what that meant, of course. “You… you’ve got HIV?” “No, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. And I want to give it to you. I want to fill you up with my toxic cum.And I want you to beg for it. Beg for my big cock. Beg for my toxic cum.” “I… I don’t want… I mean, I’m negative.” “Are you sure? You’ve got two loads in your ass already. Maybe you were negative when you came in here tonight… but how do you know you still are?” I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. And yet. I was turned on. So turned on. By the thrill. By the risk. By the big dick teasing my ass. I could tell he was big. Bigger than any cock that had ever been in me. Ten inches or more. Thick as a beer bottle. Mario crouched next to me. His hand touched mine comfortingly. His cock just far enough away that I couldn’t reach it. “Your ass looks so hot with a cock in it, babe. So beautiful. And his cock is so big. I want to see him stretching you open. Will you do it for me? Will you let him fuck you?” The big dick was still sliding up and down in the cummy mess of my hole. My sphincter was spasming. My body wanted to feel that cock so much. I looked in Mario’s eyes. His beautiful eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. I nodded to Mario. Yes. He smiled. A gorgeous smile that made my whole body shiver with anticipation. I looked back over my shoulder. To the gaunt man who stood behind me. “Please.” My whole body was trembling. “Please fuck me. I’ve never had a cock that big inside me.” “Are you sure? I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck that hole without mercy. I’m gonna tear you up.” “I want it. I want to feel that big dick in me.” “And there won’t be any pulling out. I’m going to fuck you until I cum in you. I’ve got AIDS. No meds. There is a good chance you will have AIDS soon as well.” “I want your cock. I want your cum. I need it.” “Look at you, you little slut, begging for AIDS cock.” The gaunt man sneered down at me. “I’m going to breed your hole. Make you a proper cumdump.” “Do it… do it, please.” He pushed forward. I thought my hole was open. Ready. But he was big. Thick. Bigger than any cock that had even been inside me. And by a wide margin. He wasn’t even in yet and already I was sweating. The pressure as he pushed his cock against my already battered sphincter was quickly becoming painful. But, as promised, he was merciless. Insistent. My hole began stretching. Slowly. But stretching nonetheless. Opening wide as it could for him. But it wasn’t wide enough. My ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through ever inch of my body. My face red. I tried to crawl away. Not to stop him. Just a quick respite from his onslaught. His hand slapped my ass. Hard. “Get your ass back here you fucking little whore.” “Your too big. I can’t take it.” “You can.” The gaunt man laughed. “You will.” And the head of his cock breached my hole. I wanted to cry out. But couldn’t catch my breath. Tears dripped down my cheeks. He didn’t stop his inexorable invasion. Pushing deeper. Never really pausing. Never really pulling back to thrust. Just a glacially slow, seemingly endless, violation. And yet some part of me didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to know what a monster cock really feels like. And every millimetre he drove himself deeper inside me was a victory for me. I could take it. My own cock was shrivelled up. But that didn’t matter. This was about his cock, not mine. “You’re doing really good.” Mario said. But he wasn’t really looking at me. He had a phone in each hand now. Mine and his I assumed. Filming the cock opening my hole. Occasionally returning to my face to capture my expression. I don’t know how long it took. I really don’t. But I realised I could feel the gaunt man’s pubes scratching my ass. I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass. He was in. He was all the way in. He pulled out. Then lined his dick back up. And breached me again. Still slow. But faster than the first time. Then all the way out. And then back in balls deep. Each time faster that the one before. The sensations raced through my body like a shock. Like lightning. Pain. Pleasure. The words were no longer distinguishable for me. “See, boy?” The gaunt man laughed again. “Told you you would take it. And you’re never going to be that tight again. Good thing you like big dicks. No normal dick is ever going to satisfy you again.” And i knew he was right. There was no way my ass could ever recover for this. He kept picking up the pace. Really fucking me now. “It’s time, cunt.” “Give. It. To. Me. Please.” I groaned as his hips pounded into me. “Here is comes. Ruining your ass forever.” I couldn’t feel him cum. My ass was too stretched, too inflamed, for that kind of sensation. But I knew. Somehow I knew he was filling my guts at that moment. Defiling me. His breathing gradually slowed. "Welcome to the brotherhood, cum dump." He didn’t pull out. He pushed me forward. Off his dick. I fell forward and sprawled on the floor at Mario’s feet. Mario’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock His cock was rock hard. Dripping precum. He was getting close. I reached up and tried to pull him closer. But he slapped my hand away. “Please.” I begged. “I want you to fuck me next.” He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders. “You? You want me to fuck you?” “Please. I’m doing all this for you.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t fuck bathhouse sluts like you. I just like to watch.” And then his cum exploded. Covering the floor in front of my face. Wasted on the floor when I wanted it more than anything. My mouth dropped open. “But…” Mario stepped up to me. Cum was still dripping from his dick to the floor. He tossed me my phone. “You’ve just been fucked by three different guys. Old guys. Fat guys. You can see it all in the video. I can tell you all three were positive or have AIDS. And who knows what other diseases they have given you.” “But I only did it because you asked me to.” I whined. “Yeah? And I promised that you were going to really be fucked tonight. And now you are. Fucked for life. But look on the bright side. Now that you know what kind of pervert you are, you can be a bit nicer to the old guys here, huh? Yeah. I saw that earlier. You were rude to these guys. They’re just here for the same thing you are. To get some cock. Or some ass. They aren’t here to get treated like crap by guys like you. Well. Like the guy you used to be, right? Because that guy is gone. Corrupted. Remade. Into a POZ pussyboy who will open his ass to anyone for a bit of cum.” He smiled down at me. It was not a friendly smile. But it was still beautiful on him. “So, no. I won’t be fucking you. But tell you what. You can eat my cum off the floor.” I just stared up at him. “You heard me. Clean it up.” He was right. Whoever I had been when I walked in the door was gone. I lowered my head to the floor and my tongue began scooping up the drops of his cum. I wondered how many loads had been shot on this bathhouse floor. How long since it had really been cleaned. And that just made me lick the floor more eagerly. “Yeah.” Mario said. “I thought so.” He turned to the gaunt man. “See you next weekend, Barry.” And then my Italian stud was gone. I was still licking the cum off the floor when the next man moved behind me. His dick pushed into my gaping hole easily. No resistance. I glanced back at the man who had slipped into my ass. He had to be in his sixties at least: old, wrinkled, bald. And there was a line of men waiting. Old men. Fat men. Diseased men. “Damn, Barry, his ass is loose.” The old man called to the gaunt man who was still in the room, watching me. “You really broke this one in.” He was right. i could barely feel his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole. He ended up pulling out and jacking himself off over my hole. When he was ready, he slipped the tip back inside me and shot his load. He pulled out and wrapped his towel around his waist. Then something landed next to my head. I picked it up. A $5 bill. “That’s about what your gaping ass is worth now, whore.” The old man said. “And I’m being generous.” And another man took his place. —- Epilogue: That’s how it all started. A few months ago. Just got back from the doctor’s office. Had the “flu” about a month after that night in the bathhouse. So I knew what to expect. But still took me awhile to get the courage to go. So, yeah, I’m positive. Picked up a few other STD’s as well. The doctor asked me who my sexual partners had been. I lied and said I had hooked up with someone when I was out of town and was careless. No names I could give him for previous sexual partners. He didn't believe me but didn't push it either. My life has indeed changed. For the better? For the worse? Who the hell cares. I'm having a blast. I’ve been going back to the bathhouse at least 2 or 3 nights a week. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been fucked there now. I like hanging out in that dark maze. Not able to see who is breeding me. Just taking load after load. When I'm lucky, though, I see Barry and he pummels my ass. I can take his cock so much easier now. He says he wants to make sure his toxic seed takes. And then he will own my ass. I can't wait to tell him he does. I see Mario a lot as well. He always gives me a smile, especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load. He’s never let me suck him again and never fucked me. I guess I understand. But there’s always hope, right? - END -

10:00 PM I knock on the door. I hold my breath… waiting. Afraid the door will open, terrified that it won’t. It opens. The room is dark inside. All I can see is a silhouette but I know it is Him. “Come in.” His voice sends shivers down my spine. Deep, strong, masculine, dangerous. I obey and the door closes behind me. I can’t see anything so I stop out of instinct. He is behind me and gives me a push, firm but not aggressive. I move carefully to the center of the room. A bright light suddenly shines out of the corner of the room directly into into my face. I’m blinded for a moment but my eyes slowly recover. I can see the eight men around me, my mystery man and the seven others that He told me would be be using me tonight.. With the light pointing at me, I am in a spotlight and they are shadows around me. I can just make out a tripod in the corner. Some kind of camera on it. After all the pictures I had received, I had expected that. I wonder if any pictures taken tonight will be used to tease and tempt another young man? I hope so. I think there must be more than one camera. I can see someone holding a video camera as well. “Did you follow the instructions?” My host asks. “Yes.” “To the letter?”

“Yes.” “Why are you here?” His instructions had prepared me for this question. He had told me what to say. “To be fucked like a cheap slut, to be bred by all of you, to take your toxic seed, to be filled by your hot loads, to get your HIV.” “Has anyone coerced you into this?” “No. I am here of my own free will and volition.” It occurs to me that there must surely be a video camera recording my statements. Proof if I ever try to cause them trouble. I know I won’t cause trouble though. He has prepared me for this and I want it. “Take off your clothes…except the jockstrap.” I pull my shirt off, throw it into an empty corner. A murmur of approval from somewhere. I blush. I kick off my sneakers and slide my track pants down my hips, trying to be sexy, bending over and showing my ass off. He didn’t tell me to do that… that was my addition. I step out of the track pants and push them away with my foot. I’m naked now except for the jock. The room is warm but I feel my nipples get hard as if there was a cold breeze. He is behind me. I still can’t see His face in the dark. But I feel His hands. Caressing my chest. His fingertips tracing my abs. His palm sliding across my bare ass. I moan. His hands are on my shoulders now. Pushing me down. I drop to my knees before Him. He towers above me, my face level with the crotch of his jeans. He says nothing. I can just make out the shape of Him above me, looking down at me with unseen eyes. My hands find His belt in the dark. I unbuckle it and then unbutton and unzip his jeans. I pull them down. I can smell Him. A faint odor of sweat and cum. The most beautiful thing I have ever smelled. The object of my obsession for the last four months is so close now. I move my head forward, seeking it. I feel his cock touch my lips. The soft skin. The hard engorged head. My lips open… Bright lights again from either side of him, blinding me. I hear the faint clicks of a camera, I can see a camcorder capturing this moment as well. I don’t care. His hard dick enters my mouth. So big and hard. I bathe His cock with my tongue, savoring the hint of pre-cum that drips into my mouth. Better than any cum I have ever tasted because it is His. He pushes deeper. I open my throat and allow Him in, sliding deep in a single long slow push. His balls rest against my chin. Then He begins thrusting in and out. Hard. His body slaps against me face, my lips start to swell. I don’t stop and neither does He. I lose track of time but my knees start to hurt. I ignore them. He is breathing heavily above me. I know He is close. He pulls his shaft out of my mouth, only the tip of His knob between my lips. “I’m going to cum, boy.” He says. “Tell us how much you want this POZ cum.” “Please…” I beg. It is hard to talk around the tip of his dick. “Please give me your POZ load. I want it so bad, I’ve wanted it for so long. There is nothing I’ve ever wanted more.” “Here is comes then, you fucking slut.” I feel the tip of His cock pulse. And again. His cock throbs at my lips. Then His cum fills my mouth… the glorious flavor of it coating my tongue. I tilt my head to the camera without being asked and open my mouth so they can see. i hear the camera clicking. A new picture to join the collection. I turn slightly the other way so the video camera captures the moment as well and give it a big smile. His hands are on the back of my head, thrusting His dick back into my throat. I can still feel Him pulsing. Then the pulsing slows, stops. He pulls out and runs the tip of his dick across my bruised lips. He backs away. Another man steps forward. Still just a shadow. He could be young, or old. He could be handsome or ugly. It doesn’t matter. I open my mouth and his cock slips inside.

8:35 PM I can’t wait any longer. My stomach is churning in fear, in excitement, in lust. I step out of my little apartment and lock the door. I walk quickly to the bus stop. The wait is longer than expected. I pace nervously. I can’t be late. I check the time on my phone. Come on, come on. Finally the bus arrives. The driver is chatting with another passenger. I try not to give him a nasty look as I pay my fare. He is still chatting and doesn’t pay attention to me anyway. I am already in a seat before he closes the door and pulls away from the stop. He is clearly in no hurry. I watch the blocks go by. Slowly. I check my phone and time is passing quickly. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I mutter to myself. I barely keep from shouting at him to find the fucking gas pedal. Finally the person he is chatting with gets off the bus. I’m the closest passenger to the front so he tries to start talking to me. I just give him my best blank, dead look. He scowls, says something about having to deal with freaks, but finally picks up the speed a little. I’m feeling nervous now. Too nervous to worry much about this guy as long as he keeps the bus moving at a decent pace. 9:48 PM I’m outside the address in Silverlake He gave me. I’m early, and I know He won’t like it, so I pace up and down the block. I hope none of the neighbours think I’m there to cause trouble or call the police. Not for the first time I ask myself what I’m doing. I tell myself to leave, to run away, and forget this. I can barely breathe. My heart is beating like mad. I feel dizzy, a little sick, But I keep pacing, watching the time. The minutes drag by so slowly it hurts. The small house looks dark. Maybe he is not there? Maybe he is just messing with me? Maybe this is some elaborate and evil joke? It is time. One minute to the hour. I turn toward the house. My legs don’t want to move but I force them to take a step forward, then another, then i’m marching up the sidewalk. Up the steps.

12:25 PM Lunch Break time. The instructions He sent tell me not to eat today… so I’m walking outside to the park near the hotel. Kill some time. It is a pretty nice day, lots of people about. Some guy about my age is glancing my way and smiling. He’s cute… but I just look away. Like I said, I’m no virgin but the next dick in my mouth or ass will belong to my mystery man. I’ve waited this long. I can wait for a bit more. By the time He responded, it had been a week since the family got home. I was almost ready to give up… but I still checked email in hope and dread multiple times a day. Finally he replied. I opened his email. There was no message… just a picture. I opened the picture. A young guy, dark hair and tan skin, on his knees, his mouth open, that huge cock in his mouth and something else… I can see his mouth is full. Full of cum. I felt jealous. What did this cocksucker, the one in the picture, have that I didn’t? Why was he getting what I wanted? He was hot and athletic - probably track and field I guessed - but so am I’m hot and athletic too. I’m a swimmer for fucks sake! Who would pick a runner over a swimmer? There had to be something wrong with me. I replied. “Wow. Wish that was me.” I hoped I didn’t sound too desperate…. I saved the picture though. Laying in bed that night, I jacked off while staring at it. I wished it was me on my knees. I wished it was me with that big dick in my mouth. I wished it was me tasting that cum. Days went by. Then a week. I check email daily - multiple times daily. And then, finally, a new message arrives. I’m sitting down to breakfast with my family when it comes in. I excuse myself and rush to the bathroom. I scramble to open the email. Again, no text… just a picture. This time He is with a different guy, blonde like me but pale, can’t see his face but he has an amazing tight little body. Gymnast I guess. He is naked, on all fours, facing away from the camera, and that huge dick is inside his ass. Definitely no condom. I could see what I assumed to be cum dripping out of his hole and trickling down his balls. I dropped my pants, freeing my already hard dick, and I jerked off to the new picture. I shot a string of spunk into the toilet in about 30 seconds. I wiped the last drips off my cock and sucked them off my finger. I shake my memories off again. Time to get back to work. The faster I get through today, so sooner it will be time. Why fantasize about what happened a couple months ago when I’m so close to getting the real thing?

9:00 AM I’m on time as I hit the time clock… barely. I work at the front desk in a hotel. It's a stupid and shitty job but it is a paycheck. “Glad you can join us Sam.” My manager says and gestures for me to get out to the desk and start helping the ‘guests’. I put on my fake smile, go on auto-pilot and retreat into my memories again. The morning after I responded to the Craigslist ad, I checked messages again. Still nothing. Why wasn’t he responding? I’ve got a swimmer’s build, tight abs, great ass, and I’m really cute… everyone says so. What more can he want? Several friends called and told me to come hang out. I resisted, they insisted. and I went along with it. Every chance I got, I checked Craigslist on my phone for messages. Still nothing. It was about ten when I got home. I checked again. One new message. Him. Finally! “Nice pic. Talk a look at my profile here…” followed by a link to a web page. I clicked on the link, of course…. it was on a site called BreedingZone. I glanced at the profile without really reading it but there were two albums of pictures. The first album is a number of pictures of Him. They were again taken from angles where you couldn’t see the face but it was clearly the same body. This time He wasn’t wearing underwear…. and I was instantly drooling His dick was fucking amazing. I have never seen one that big. 9 fucking inches according to the caption! He also had a tattoo of a scorpion on his groin… tats are so hot. The second album was even better. It was full of pictures of guys, young guys like me… maybe 18 to 20. all very fit… on their knees sucking Him or bent over and taking His big dick deep in their asses. I started stroking myself as i clicked through his pictures. A couple of them were closeups of His dick buried in an ass. I stared at those pictures, trying to figure out what seemed odd about them. Then it hit me. He wasn’t wearing a condom in any of the pictures. Wild! I was staring at the pictures, strangely captivated, and stroking myself. Within a few minutes I had shot another load all over myself. I licked the cum off my fingers and typed out a reply. “Wow… hot pictures. You have an amazing body.” Again I waited. No reply. Four days passed. Every day I kept checking my messages on Craigslist. Nothing. What the fuck? What was wrong with me that he wasn’t interested. Maybe I wasn’t as cute as I thought? Saturday. I was restless, desperate. Why wasn’t he replying? I checked Craigslist. New message! It listed an email address and then “Send an ass pic.” It knew it wasn’t a request. It was an order and I didn’t question it. I went into the bathroom and snapped a picture of my ass in the mirror and sent it off from my regular email account. I waited in agony for a reply. Two days went by, then I received an email: “Nice butt, Take another pic. This time spread your cheeks and let me see your tight hole.” I almost danced in the middle of my room. He responded! He liked my ass. I obeyed his instruction, went into the bathroom, bent over and spread my cheeks this time so my hole was clearly visible, snapped a couple pictures, and sent the message off to him. No reply again. Days passed. I swear I jacked off in almost every room of the house. I was spending time on BreedingZone every day, looking at all the profiles and pictures, reading through forums and stories about guys fucking without condoms.. there were even guys looking for to get infected with HIV! This was crazy shit… but I got hard every time reading about it and I couldn’t stop looking at it. I had thought I was a rebel when I sat my naked ass on the family couch and wacked off. I was a silly kid… this was the real deal. Hot, dirty, nasty sex. I wanted to try it. I needed to try it. He had still not replied when my family got home from the vacation and I had to stop walking around the house naked and jacking off everywhere. The guest in front of me is looking at me funny. He must have said something to me… but I have no idea what it was. Have to keep it together… stay focused. Less than 13 hours now.