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@nymidtowneast Who knows what might happen? 😉 @BergenGuy Definitely 😉 @kitpig I tried to make this one that some people could really relate to. Life stuff is slowly starting to calm down, so hopefully I can get back to writing more. @LiamHudsonXXX Glad you enjoyed it! As I said previously on this post, I am slowly getting back to normal with the crazy life stuff. Hopefully will be getting the delayed Bareback Chronicles update out soon, and my new collab story with @leatherpunk16 is going strong over in its thread, so please go check it out. Otherwise, another non sexy time chapter before we get back into the groove of things. --------------------- Lesson 14: The Science of Compassion A few hours later, a soft knock on my door woke me up, my face feeling puffy as I rolled over and looking and feeling dejected at the door. “Go away…” I said, barely able to muster the response, knowing it would be yet another person I had no wish to talk to. I buried my face in the pillow “Riley, come on… just let me in,” I could hear as the door slightly opened a crack and Ryan’s voice said, filled with concern. “What, here to rub some more salt in the wounds,” I said, not even having enough energy to care, “Have to get your punches in too after Jen?” “Bro… please… just… can we talk?” Ryan said, an almost sadness in his voice as he spoke, “I just want to talk is all.” “About what…” I said, burning my face in my pillow, my face burning as I spoke, “The fact your brother is a boring, ugly fag? Or is it going to be about how much of a disappointment I am, or how I ruin everything. I got enough of that today.” I could hear as the door opened and then softly clicked shut. I felt as the edge of my bed sunk, Ryan now taking a seat in the dark room. “Riley… come on… I could never think that about you,” Ryan said, laying down beside me on his back and nudging me to move over to give him more room, “Scoot, or I’ll fall off the bed.” Slowly, I shuffled slightly, facing the window to the side of my bed, turning my head and staring at the dark sky outside. We laid there in silence, the faint sound of crickets barely penetrating the glass of the window. “How mad are mom and dad?” I said finally, “Since I ruined their perfect dinner for their perfect daughter, and her perfect little life…” “Riley… they are definitely mad, but not at you,” Ryan said, nudging me slightly with his knee, “I… I truly don’t think I’ve ever seen Dad so quiet and so angry. Especially to Jen.” “Sure… probably mad the cat is out of the bag and they finally know how fucked up their youngest kid is,” I said, sniffling slightly, “Did you come here to warn me to pack my bags? I guess they finally get a guest room to have friends over in finally.” “Dude… just stop…. Please…” he said, sadness filling his voice, “Yes, Mom and Dad aren’t what I’d call happy to have found out the way they did, but I’ve never seen Dad talk to Jen like that before.” “Right, sure…” I said, trying to imagine my parents being upset at Jen, unable to even comprehend the idea, “Mom was defending Jen, and the look Dad gave me when he heard what she said was enough.” “Riley, he threatened to cancel the wedding,” Ryan said, sitting up and looking at me, his hand on my shoulder, “Like seriously said she didn’t deserve to have one if that’s how she felt about you. Dad was fucking scary when he said it.” I sat in silence, contemplating what Ryan had said. “I mean, I got an earful from him too, mostly for not sticking up for you,” he continued, flopping back on the bed, “Seriously threatened to call my boss and tell him to fire me on the spot.” I rolled over and stared at Ryan, shocked at the revelation. “I mean, I deserve it,” Ryan said, running his hand through his hair, “I should have stopped her. Nobody should be thrown under the bus and outed like that. Amy and I talked after, and she told me that was actually pretty mild for Jen compared to how she was with you in high school.” I could only blink and stare at the ceiling, unsure what to say. “Was she seriously that awful to you growing up?” he asked, looking over at me, a deep frown on his face, “What am I saying… she was probably even worse than I can even imagine. Just… Why didn’t you say something? I’d have never let it go on if I knew.” “You were busy being the perfect son,” I said, sighing and wiping my nose, “Everyone liked you. Everyone even liked Jen. Me… I was the awkward one. The worst part was she was right on everything she said back then. Besides, you were too busy to do anything to help.” “Riley, that’s not fair,” Ryan said, hugging himself slightly at my words, “I would have shut her down if I knew, man.” “It’s not a dig at you, honest,” I said, laying back and staring at the ceiling deciding to continue, “You were the football player. The popular one. Top of the class. In all the clubs and at all the parties. Same with Jen. Me… I was the weird one. Scrawny. Quiet. Average at best. Only a few friends. We weren’t even in the same galaxy, much less the same orbit.” Ryan stared at me as I spoke, silently contemplating what I was saying. “You…. you have no idea what it's like being in either of your shadows,” I said, sighing dejectedly, “I mean, I know mom and dad probably see me as a failure compared to either of you. It’s all they talk about. How proud they are of you and Jen. And I don't blame them really. I’m average at best. Everyone is always saying I’m the dollar store brand version of you. I try, but… I don’t think I’ll ever live up to anyone’s expectations. And now… I’m even worse in everyone’s eyes. Like Jen said, the dirty, boring fag.” Silently, Ryan reached over, pulling me into a hard hug. “I am so sorry I ever made you feel like that,” Ryan said quietly, “I… Just… Nobody should ever feel like that… You are a great brother, and I love you, no matter what.” Numb, I laid there, unsure what to do or say. Eventually, I relaxed, surprised at the change in my brother’s actions. Just a day ago, he’d been worried about me ruining things for him, likely seeing me as the failure… and now, he was actually hugging me and apologizing. It felt strange, but also somewhat nice. “Come on, come downstairs and get some fresh air,” he said, releasing me from the hug sitting up. Nodding, I got up, feeling surprisingly empty in a good way. Walking down the stairs, the sound of my sister’s drunken snores emanate from her room. “I really can’t believe she can sleep after all she did tonight,” he muttered, glaring at the door, “Dad should cancel her wedding after tonight.” “It’s ok,” I said quietly, feeling awkward at hearing Ryan’s words, “Mom was right. She was just drunk… probably won’t even remember what she did tomorrow. I should just get over it.” “No, it really isn’t ok, and I promise, she is going to fucking remember it,” Ryan said, his voice taking a darker edge, “Come on, I got someone you need to talk to.” Silently, we walked down the stairs, making our way through the dark and silent house, stepping onto the back porch. Sitting there in the calm of the night was Marcus, smoking a cigarette angrily as he looked at his phone. “How’s he doing,” Marcus said, not looking up. “Ask him yourself,” Ryan said, plopping down beside him, grabbing the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it, taking a deep inhale. I felt slightly shocked at the scene, not knowing my brother smoked. “Hey Riley, doing ok?” Marcus said, giving me a half smile, a look of pity on his face. “I’m fine…” I said silently, sitting down next to Marcus, pulling my knees up to my chest and looking out into the yard. “He’s not,” Ryan said, looking at Marcus. “Ryan ever tell you how we met?” Marcus said, looking at me before offering the pack to me. I pulled one out and took the lighter from him, lighting up the cigarette, before realizing what I was doing. “Huh… didn’t know you smoked,” Ryan said, giving a slight laugh before looking away, “Just don’t tell mom or dad. Or they’ll likely blame me. Or do, if you want. Would help make me a bit less perfect in their eyes.” “Heh… worse, your sister will probably blame me,” Marcus said, laughing lightly, “Anyways, Ryan, you want the honors or should I?” “Go ahead,” Ryan said, taking a deep drag before exhaling out the smoke. “DId you know Ryan and I were in the same frat?” he said, taking a drag himself and exhaling as he spoke, “He was actually one of my initiates. Not to brag, but I was the chapter president. Anyways, after he made it through, I picked him as chair of social events for us.” I stared in silence, listening as I too smoked, surprised at the bit of information I was getting. “Anyways, he made a suggestion for us to work with the university gay straight alliance. A few years back, our frat almost got shut down for a bad hazing incident, barely missed hitting the national news as a gay bashing. Before either of our times, but still, massive black eye on our chapter. I signed on to Ryan’s idea instantly. Was one of the best things we’ve ever done.” “Did you know Marcus had a gay cousin who lived with his family when he got kicked out of the house?” Ryan asked, leaning back and looking at me. I shook my head no. “Yeah, Ian got it rough from his dad. Showed up on our doorstep, the shit beat out of him shivering and half starved. My parents have always been super liberal, same with me. My dad was the one who ended up getting him put in jail. Ian…. He was like a little brother to me. He died about two years ago in a car accident,” Marcus said, looking off into the woods behind the house as he spoke, “It was right before I started dating your sister. Fucking wrecked me so bad. I’ve told Jen about it so many times. And I… I can’t believe how awful she acted tonight, even knowing that. I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Sorry…” I said quietly, looking down. “Stop, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” Marcus said, reaching around and pulling me in a hug, “She and I are going to be having a really long talk tomorrow, even with the hangover. I talked with Amy too.. She wanted me to tell you how sorry she was for everything. Told her she’s the one who has to do that. And… Jen…. Jen had no business outing you like that. I don’t know man… this wedding… it's bringing out a side of her I really don’t like. And after this… I really don’t know where that leaves our relationship.” “It’s ok,” I said, looking down, “That’s…. Just how she is.” “I really fucking hope not,” he said, letting go of me, “The wedding is off if she can’t figure out how to make it up to you. I can’t help but worry what will happen if we have kids and she treats them like she treats you. If one of our kids is gay… is she going to treat them like that? Fucking laugh and enjoy being cruel to them?” “Oh…” I said, looking down again, unsure how to respond. “Just… I think I speak for both your brother and myself when I say you can talk to us about anything,” Marcus said, looking over at my brother who nodded in agreement as he spoke, “No judgement, no shaming. Jen is going to be on notice, same for her loser friend Amanda.” I quietly nodded, digesting everything. “Well, I have some thinking to do before I go to bed. Mind if I crash in your room, Ryan?” Marcus asked, tossing the spent butt in the grass, blowing out the smoke, “You and I have to talk about some things regarding your sister.” “Sure man, I’ll walk up there with you,” Ryan said, doing the same. Getting up, Ryan gave my shoulder an encouraging squeeze, before sliding open the back door and following Marcus, quickly shutting the door behind him. I sat in silence for a few minutes, smoking as my mind replayed the events of the night. I finally grabbed my phone, before typing out “I miss you guys. Had a really bad night tonight. When are you coming back?” to Greg and MIke, before going inside the house myself and going to bed.

Once we were at the warehouse we all got undressed in a small office at the front and left our clothes there. Dressed only in our trains, shorts and chains, we made our way into the main room where the four hunky students were talking to Grant while holding beers and smoking cigarettes. They were just in jockstraps and flip-flops, and looked more relaxed than I had expected them to be. “Boys” I said, approaching them, “you ready?” “Fuck yeah” replied Dean, as they all turned to face us. “We’ve been fucking the shit out of each other thinking about this” laughed Finn. “So you’re ready to get pozzed?” Bret asked. “Fucking desperate for it” Jamie said. “Don’t know what you fucking did to us or slipped in our drinks” chuckled Anthony, “but we all want this to happen.” “They just unlocked who you really are, like they did with me” Justin said. “Feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it?” Some of the other men who were taking part began to arrive, all casually dressed and most actually keeping a tank top or T-shirt on. I recognised most of them from other scenes we had done, and knew the students would be in for a fucking awesome night. Grant decided it was time to begin, so he got most of the guys to clear out to the side of the room and remain silent. Once the cameras were rolling, us four brothers each got a student into the missionary gloryholes and strapped in their legs on the outside. We then went round to the back access for the cells and got their wrists into the cuffs in each of them, all being filmed from the cameras installed above and looking down. Grant had said we would release them from the wrist restraints later in the shoot, but he wanted them properly trussed up for the first bit. Before we got on with filming the sex, each of us brothers helped our student smoke a final cigarette and drink some water, and then it was time to begin. We slid into the student we had helped into position, and began to fuck. But we then started swapping round, all having a go with each of them. But as we could feel our first orgasms brewing, we went back to our starting positions while the other men began to walk into the scene. I was with Finn, and as I accelerated he begged for my load from within the cell. I roared as I blew, hearing Kane doing the same to Anthony from the other end of the line of gloryholes. As soon as I pulled back, a tall older guy with biohazards on both shoulders stepped up and rammed his cock into Finn, going straight into a frenetic fuck that I could tell the student was both loving and struggling with. There were soon four of the new arrivals ramming the students, while us brothers stood round one of the bar tables drinking beers, smoking cigarettes and recovering from the first breedings. Grant was OK with whispered conversations in the room, or louder ones between the tops and bottoms at the actual gloryholes, and it was actually pretty great to have quiet chats with the various men in between our turns with the upturned holes. Grant beckoned us brothers over after a while and quietly told us it was time to go and release the students from the wrist cuffs. He said he wanted it all on film, and that we should get the lads to suck our cocks a bit in between them getting a much needed cigarette and drink of water. We did as he asked, going back to our original students to release them, and I had to stop myself from laughing at how completely fucked-out Finn looked lying in there. His body was rocking back and forth despite him being on his back, meaning the guy inside him was really going for it. I released his cuffs, gave him a sip of water, and then lit up two cigarettes and passed one to him. I pulled my hard cock out of my shorts and put it against the side of his head, and he turned to start taking licks and sucks of it in between puffs of his cig. He looked damn hot, and I actually felt a bit jealous at the pounding he was clearly taking from the guy outside. The lads stayed in the cells for several hours, until Grant decided he wanted a final orgy out on the main area with the four of them being bent over and spitroasted. He said he was fine with mixing things up a bit as well, as long as all loads went into the students. That allowed for all of us brothers to enjoy being fucked while we bred the boys again, for a few of the men to try out Gheorghe’s girthy cock, and for Justin and Will to both lean against the wall and get pounded by numerous guys who were building themselves up to breed the lads again. Pavel and Jonas worked between the lads, sucking their cocks as they were gangbanged, with the builders often taking a cock up their hole at the same time while they were down on all fours. I would have loved a load or two, but was happy to just have my hole getting used as it allowed me to get hard again more quickly. By the night’s end, I think the four sets of Ballard balls had been drained dry into those students. We went home exhausted, but knew from Grant’s excitement that this film was going to be big once it was edited and posted. That was going to take time as so many cameras had been used, and he gave us his blessing to now just get on with converting the lads. However, we had come up with another idea by that point, and discussed it with Grant to make sure he was OK with it. He was, and so the following Monday we all got to Bret’s gym just before closing time and then waited outside. Once the last customers were gone, we went in and the owner locked the door behind us. Pretty soon we were in the main workout room, filming on our phones as the owner joined us in fucking the students as the lads lifted weights or used other bits of gym equipment. For instance, at one point Kieron and Kane sat on a couple of exercise bikes, and Dean and Jamie cycled at a fast pace while thrusting their eager holes up and down on the twins’ cocks. Everything we filmed was going to be used for a series of promotional shorts for the main gangbang movie, with the owner only wanting all the raw footage for himself to jerk off over in private as his payment for using the gym. Over the course of a couple of days the following week, all four of the students came down with the fuck flu. We all dropped in at different times to help Zac and Shane to care for them, usually taking the opportunity to fuck a load or two more into the converting lads, and then when they had recovered they all got to fuck their first poz loads into a Ballard. I took Dean’s, and he proved that he was just as good a top as he was a cumdump bottom. Zac and Shane were even more deeply into each other and only really interested in the occasional bit of fun with us or the other housemates outside of their own relationship, but the four newly-pozzed guys had their sights set on what sounded like a conquest of the whole campus before they graduated. We all laughed at their plans, assuming it was just fantasy, but a few months later the local press was covering a spike in infection rates at the university that had caused the administrators to roll out a new campaign and draft in a load of counsellors and sexual health medics to try to promote condoms and use of prep. What made me laugh the most was the casual mention in one paper of “amongst staff and students”, where others had only covered the student population. “What can I say?” Jamie said to me when I called him about it. “There’s some fucking hot lecturers there.” But before all that broke in the press, things moved on significantly for the Ballards. Dad was released from the centre, and events unfolded in a way I had never predicted…

Celebrated my birthday yesterday. By remarkable coincidence, Fist Forward was held on the same day at SteamWorks Seattle. Surprisingly a light crowd, but most of us surmised it was because Dore Alley is also this weekend. It happens. So I was on the prowl a few times when the party wound down. I got to play in the gloryholes a couple times, which I never do, but it's where the action was. Got sucked on a couple times, but no one presented a butt. Then this young Latino fella fondles me in the hall. He shows me his meat, and it's decent. Also cut, and he drags me to his room. After the usual shpeel of my hole - I told him I was tight and not cleaned out - he bent me over the bed and fucked me. After an adjustment, I can't believe I'm typing this Fuck The guy PUTS ON A FUCKING CONDOM. 😒 I know this ain't the backroom, and I'll take the hit for points with saying this, but I stopped him and said, "Honey, no. I'm a bugchaser. No condoms or I walk." He laughed and bent me back over, unsnapped my neoprene harness with one hand, and resumed fucking. Surprisingly, this didn't irritate my hole. In fact, it felt better! Now we had some kind of glide, and it was working. He came, and lay against the wall. I sat up and looked at him, then at the offending plastic hanging off his wiener. Grabbed it, and was surprised it wasn't poopy or bloody. Pulled it off gently, and then emptied its contents into my mouth like a Go-Gurt tube. Salty but okay. A little glob of spunk. We parted. Later I bred a sex pig I've been flirting with on Asspig in the sling room. He's a poz fucker, and I told him to start the verbal bit as I got close. He didn't provide. But I emptied my balls. Happy birthday to me. The condom was a surprise, but I made lemonade out of it, and didn't hate it. Won't likely be doing that again.

We got Gheorghe to take a look at Dad’s flat to see what he thought, and while he couldn’t check if the floors were fucking rotting away, he thought it was fine and could just be done up a bit. Or a lot. Bret thought we should go for a complete overhaul, but Kane and Kieron backed me up on leaving it be until we knew what we were actually dealing with after talking to Dad. He might actually want to come back to the flat being the way he left it, and ripping out the fittings for new ones and repainting the whole place could fuck up his mental state if we weren’t careful. There was plenty of time to deal with the place if we did find we were staying put. We decided to wait for the therapist to reach out, and in the meantime focus on having some fun. The student housemates had become our goal, now that everyone had seen the rough cut of the video I had done with them. Grant wanted their next video to be shot on the Czech-inspired purpose-built ‘gloryhole’ set, but we had not figured out a way to get them into that without some other thing happening first. Zac suggested he just bring me, my brothers, Justin, Shane and anyone else we thought would work round one evening when his other housemates would probably be watching porn together while plunging dildos into their holes, and then we could see where things went from there. This sounded like a good strategy, and I asked Will if he wanted to join in which of course he did. Sheila’s sister Denise kindly agreed to cover my shift on the Saturday night at the Dragon in return for Justin, Kane, Kieron and I helping her get a tree stump out of the ground in her garden, which we sorted that morning before all going home to sleep a bit more. Bret and Will had both done day shifts at the gym, and while Bret was fine, when Will came by later to meet us he was definitely walking a bit weird. “The two Turks” Bret said, with a chuckle. “I could sit on a fucking traffic cone and not feel it” Will groaned, tenderly touching his crack through his tracksuit bottoms. “I’m gonna have to meet these guys” I laughed. “You’ll love it” Justin said, winking at me. Jonas and Pavel turned up as well, smirking as they lifted their tops to show the outlines of the big biohazards they’d started to get inked onto their torsos. Kane and Kieron dived at them for deep kisses, and from the way the four of them looked, I knew there would have been some loud fucking happening within minutes if we hadn’t been going out. We got a couple of Ubers into town to meet Shane and Zac at our favourite gay bar, and despite the new chill in the air they were sitting outside with their drinks in an otherwise deserted terrace. “Wow” I said, putting my hand on Shane’s neck. “You’ve started with the bling.” “Yeah” he said, pulling back the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal a big bracelet as well. “It’s just steel for now, but I’ve got some proper stuff on order.” “So fucking hot” said Zac, licking his lips. I introduced Shane and Zac to everyone, and then we got in some rounds of drinks. Only the occasional smoker came out onto the terrace, so we could just talk freely without worrying about anything. I loved just looking around all these hot guys, thinking about all the fun we’d had and all the love there was on display. I noticed Zac looking around us all too, and when I caught his eye I winked at him. “You guys are all so great” he whispered to me. “So fucking hot too.” “Don’t worry mate” I said. “We’re gonna get you your own poz gang.” We stayed for three rounds of drinks, until Zac thought his housemates would probably be ‘ready’ for us based on how things usually went. So we ordered some more Ubers to get to the university area, deciding it might be best if Zac arrived at the house first with me, Shane and Bret, and then the others could turn up in smaller groups a bit later. Their cars dropped them instead at a pub near the house, while we went straight to surprise the boys. Zac opened the door quietly and we all slipped into the hall, and then he left the door closed but unlatched so the others could just walk in later. We stood and listened to the sounds of satisfaction coming from the living room, and then Zac pushed the door open and we all marched in. “Hey guys” he said to his housemates, “brought some friends over.” They all looked like rabbits in headlights, sat on the sofas in just tank tops, each with one hand gripping their erect cock and the other on a dildo wedged up their arse. As they stared at us and we grinned at them, the only sound in the room was from the video they had been watching in which a load of Sean Cody studs were fucking each other bareback. “Please guys” I said, “carry on.” “Unless you want to try out the real thing” Bret added, as he lightly gripped his hardening cock through his jogging bottoms. Three of them continued to just stare at us in shock, but we all saw one of them glance down at Bret’s crotch and lightly touch his lips with his tongue. Bret walked over and stood in front of the guy, the others now watching him, and then just stood and waited. The student, a lean and muscled black guy we later found out was called Anthony, slid forward on the sofa and reached up with one hand to touch Bret’s crotch, his other hand still holding the end of the dildo he had up his arse. Bret slid his trousers down so Anthony could touch him through his trunks, and then shortly after he also slid those down. Anthony stared at the cock in front of him, before gingerly taking a grip of it. He held it for a moment, then rubbed his hand up and down it a little. Bret brought his own hand round and helped point it at the handsome student, and Anthony leaned forward and hesitantly took it into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he began to suck on my brother, while also resuming the pushing and pulling of the dildo. It was clear that the boy was snared, and I knew he’d be willingly giving up his arse in no time. The other three housemates were all watching Anthony service Bret, now all continuing to wank themselves while they gently pushed their own dildos in and out. I was trying to decide which one to aim for myself when we heard the front door open, with Kane, Kieron, Pavel and Jonas being the next arrivals. Shane, Zac and I moved further into the room to allow the other four space to get in, and then I marched forward towards an extremely cute blond twunk called Jamie. I yanked down my trousers and jock, and he slid forward and took my cock into his mouth straight away. The twins did not delay getting involved, with Kane stepping in front of a tattooed brown-haired hunk called Dean, and Kieron going up to the last of them, a pale but well-muscled bearded redhead called Finn. Neither lad hesitated before joining their friends in giving their first blowjobs. Justin and Will arriving prompted us to move on to the next stage. We brothers stepped away from the housemates and stripped naked, with our fellow guests doing the same. Then Zac got down on all fours in front of the TV, Shane got on his knees behind him, and the horny students watched as their fifth housemate willingly began to get fucked in front of them. I grabbed the remote and turned off the porn, satisfied we no longer needed any help from a bunch of American frat boys. “Guys” I said to the four housemates, do you want what Zac is getting?” They all nodded while not taking their eyes off what was happening in front of them. “Then there’s something you need to know first” I said. “Zac?” “This is my boyfriend Shane” Zac said, as he rocked back and forth. “He’s poz.” “We’re all poz” I said, choosing to ignore that Will had not converted yet, “and we never use condoms. You still want what Zac’s getting?” The four of them were back to looking like rabbits in headlights, but Anthony once again broke first. He looked up at me, then down at my hard cock, then back to Zac taking it from behind. He began to jerk his cock again, then seemed to reach a decision. He stood up, slowly pulled the dildo out of his arse to throw on the floor, and then pulled off his top. He moved towards Bret and took hold of my brother’s cock, looking down at it and licking his lips. “You want this inside you?” Bret asked him. “Fuck me” Anthony whispered. “Please fuck me.” One down, three to go. Bret turned Anthony around and pushed him into a kneeling position on the sofa. He got behind the guy, kneeling on the edge of the sofa cushions himself, and then put his erect cock at the already loosened hole. He steadily pushed himself all the way in, and then immediately began to fuck. Anthony started moaning and panting, but we all saw him arching his back and beginning to slightly push back against each of Bret’s inward thrusts. Finn dived up out of his seat, stripping off and removing his own dildo. He turned and bent over to lean on the armrest of the sofa, and Kieron just stepped up behind him and entered. Pavel squeezed round beside them until he was standing against the wall next to the sofa, and presented his cock to Finn as the lad began to take a pounding from behind. He hungrily swallowed the Polish cock, moaning in heat as his first fuck turned into a spit-roast. Dean was thrusting the dildo in and out of his hole as he watched what had unfolded so quickly beside him, and then he turned to Kane. “Fuck me hard” he growled, before standing up and stripping off his top. Kane darted round behind him and bent him forward, with Jonas already in position for the tattooed student to begin sucking him. Kane gripped the dildo and yanked it out of Dean, immediately slamming his cock inside instead to begin a fast and frenetic fuck. Will, meanwhile, and bent over against the wall near the door with Justin crouched down eating out his hole, a sure sign that they were going to be fucking soon as well. That left Jamie, whose head was darting round the room looking at the explosion of fucking while he yanked his cock and worked his hole. “You want some of that too?” I asked him. “Yes” he panted. He stayed seated, ripping off his vest, but before he could stand up I moved back to him, lifted his legs and then pulled out the dildo. I put his legs on my shoulders, placed my cock at his entrance, and then leaned forward so he was squashed back against the sofa cushions looking up at me. “You want this inside you?” I asked. “Yes!” he panted. “You want my poz cock inside you?” I said. “Oh fuck me, yes!” he almost yelled. “You want me to slide in and fuck you with my poz cock?” I asked. “Just do it!” he cried. I pushed in, and slid all the way inside quickly. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened as I plunged in deeper than a dildo had ever been, but he didn’t cry out or resist. “You like how that feels?” I asked. “Fuck yeah” he panted. “I’m gonna fuck you now” I growled, “and then I’m gonna breed a big poz load deep in your neg hole.” He was panting like crazy, but gave me a small nod to say he understood and that he wanted it. That was all I needed, and I began to thrust. His face told me he loved it, and I began to whisper to him about how potent I was, how he was going to be taking poz cock all night, and what a bottom slut he was going to be. He begged and pleaded with me to do it to him, for everyone to fuck him, and that he wanted to be filled with poz loads. It was so hot to see him transform before my eyes as he finally got what he had clearly been craving. The room was filled with moans, slapping of thighs on cheeks, and verbal poz talk. Will was by far the loudest, enjoying Justin’s huge cock while probably still being really sore from his encounter with the Turkish duo at the gym earlier. I had no problem with him joining in as a bottom given he still had not converted, as god knows we had enough poz tops for everyone. I suspected Jonas and Pavel would also be up for sharing their new gifts with the students, even though they were exclusively bottoms with the twins as far as I knew. I didn’t know if Shane or Zac would get involved in fucking with anyone else, but part of me suspected they might be happy just to carry on as they were while enjoying watching the corruption of the other four housemates. Justin was the first to blow, and then after that he grabbed his phone and began to take some videos and photos of the scene to send to Grant. The man responded immediately to the first pic that was sent to him, so Justin FaceTimed him and allowed him to see live coverage of what we were achieving. “You better get that warehouse ready” Justin said to him after bringing the phone camera back to being on just his face. “I’m fucking on it!” Grant said, before ending the call. Bret roaring as he reached his peak and blew a poz load into Anthony set off a bit of a domino effect, with Kane pozzing Dean, Kieron pozzing Finn, Shane pozzing Zac, and then finally me unloading my toxic cum into Jamie as he stared up at me with pleading eyes. The room was now full of the sounds of both tops and bottoms panting from the exertion, but eventually we all calmed down and separated. The four housemates who had just had their cherries popped all reached to their holes to feel the poz cum dripping out of them, most bringing their fingers back to their lips to taste, while the rest of us threw some clothes back on. We headed outside to their back garden to light up, with the housemates joining us eventually. Zac and Shane brought out some bottles and glasses, and we all relaxed in the chilly air drinking spirits, smoking cigarettes and happily chatting. The four guys we’d just deflowered all admitted they’d been wanting to take an actual cock since they’d watched me fuck Zac for the first time, and then he told them about his relationship with Shane. They had all guessed he was seeing someone, but didn’t know he was so involved with a guy nor that he was actively trying to get pozzed. I made sure to tell them that they could stop things right there and then go and get some PEP the next day, but after a moment’s thought they all decided to just carry on. Anthony and Jamie admitted they’d both started watching pozzing porn privately in their rooms, while Dean had zoned out of the conversation and was just obsessing over Bret’s tattoos and saying he wanted to add to his own ink with some similar designs. Finn was the quietest, but finally told them all that he had been secretly writing poz fiction for a site he’d found accidentally and got really into. Justin made him load up his favourite story, and then read it out to the rest of us while Finn blushed. The guy had talent, that was for sure, and the short story about a student being pozzed by a professor on a field trip was extremely hot. So hot in fact that we were all ready to go again once Justin had finished reading it. We decided that we would spend the rest of the night with the boys separated, so got them to go to their own rooms and get ready on their beds. Zac quietly said he wanted that just Shane which was not a surprise to any of us, and the two of them went inside and upstairs. Zac’s door was closed for the rest of the night as the two lovebirds continued working towards the student’s conversion in private. The other four did relocated to their rooms as instructed, and the rest of us spent the night roaming the house getting involved in all sorts of pairings and groups. Will used the whole ground floor as his base, happily taking loads in the living room, kitchen or on the stairs from any of the rest of us who went downstairs to get a drink or go outside for a smoke. Though we were on a quest to properly get the four housemates started with their conversions, through chain-fucks or the occasional group session in a bedroom, we all bottomed at points throughout the night too. Jonas and Pavel were particularly into being in the middle of a sandwich, happily starting to gift for the first time while still being the absolute bottoms they otherwise were. The housemates treated us to a giant Maccy D’s breakfast delivery in the morning, before we piled back into Ubers to go home. There was not a shred of anxiety or regret amongst any of them, and they were well up for doing a gloryhole gangbang scene with Grant once it was organised. It was also clear that Zac was not going to be the only bottom in the house once we were gone, as they would all now be eagerly fucking each other after they had recovered. Shane actually stayed behind, as he and Zac were going to enjoy being free to fuck throughout Sunday in that house for a change, no longer needing to confine their relationship to Shane’s flat. Grant messaged us while we were in the cabs, saying he’d lined up enough to go ahead with the new vid a week from Monday. He wanted all of us there, and was going to get as many other guys involved as he could. “I want those boys pozzed” he said at the end of his message, making me chuckle. It was only the next day that Will messaged Bret to say he felt like shit, a sure sign that he had finally succumbed to the virus. He didn’t need any of us to do anything as he was well looked after at home, but Bret did drop in on him a couple of times anyway under the guise of being a colleague from the gym who just wanted to check out how he was doing. I think Bret was also eager to see how long Will might be off for, as he was back to having to provide all the extra services at the gym himself which was running him ragged. Justin took pity on him and started going there more often to join in, always being happy to have a line of men waiting to pound his needy hole. This left me a bit on my own when I wasn’t working at the Dragon, so I started spending more time at the new flat actually helping out a bit while also swapping loads with Gheorghe. His dick really was one of my favourites to ride, and he was such a nice and kind hunk that I genuinely enjoyed being with him even if we were just painting a wall side by side. He was really getting into running his own company, and said he had started talking to another couple of potential clients as well as lining up two guys originally from Moldova to employ if he won some more work. “They already poz” he said to me, glancing sideways. “But good fuck.” I laughed out loud, pleased the Romanian was getting some action. The prospect of meeting these two guys and getting to have some fun with them as well also made me feel more keen to get an answer on what was going to happen to Dad’s flat, as that would be extra work for Gheorghe’s company that could yield a Moldovan encounter or two. But for now there was enough going on to keep us all occupied, and the prospect of seeing the students have their holes permanently wrecked on Monday was getting me hornier by the day…

not married but even if I have a g/f as a breeding top I can't say no to some smooth breedable hole on sniffies. Won't lie - I get a thrill that she has no idea I was balls deep bareback inside of someone young enough to be my son just hours earlier. Can't explain it - I just love fucking anything and everything that moves, when you are blessed with thick cock everyone wants, who am I to say no?

Don't like spitting. Nothing erotic about that. Also fingers; most guys don't know to finger a bottom, they just shove em in. I want a raw cock in my ass, (and tons of cum), fingers don't cut it.

The silence that followed after I had finished speaking felt like it might last forever, and after watching Dad for a reaction I began nervously looking around at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were both just staring down at the floor, but Bret caught my eye and gave me a small smile and a nod to tell me I had done well. He had his hands resting on his lap and was tapping his thumbs together, showing me how nervous he was really. “Ed” the therapist said, “would you like to go to the Reflection Room?” She had told us they had a room at the centre that some of the patients made use of to think or meditate, and that Dad had found helpful after his initial resistance to the idea. “No” he said, staring at the floor, “I’m OK.” He then looked up at me and stared, before turning to Bret and doing the same. His gaze then fell on each of the twins, who didn’t look up themselves but they still began shifting around in their chairs as though they knew he was staring at them. Finally Dad turned back to me. “Luke” he said, taking a deep breath, “thank you. I know that took a lot of courage.” I could see the therapist nod a little bit while looking at my father, and realised he was probably using lines that he had learned, particularly as he didn’t sound like himself. “That is a lot to take in” he said. “A fuck lot to take in.” “I know” I said. “I’m sorry.” “It’s OK” he said. “I, er, guess this explains all the silver. Still thought you was all dealing.” “We don’t do any drugs Dad” Bret said. “I promise.” “I believe you son” he said. “The other thing I couldn’t fucking get my head around was how you boys all suddenly stopped being such cunts to each other, and now I know that too.” “We were all just trying to hide who we were from everyone” Bret said. “From ourselves too” Kane quietly added. “I know that son” he said to K. “You know I get it.” I saw Kane’s eyes get a bit wet, and Kieron decided to ignore our earlier decision to minimise physical contact or affection in front of Dad until we knew how he was going to respond to what we had to say to him. Kieron shuffled his chair closer to Kane’s, and put his arm round his twin’s shoulders. Dad just stared at them as Kieron leaned over and whispered something in Kane’s ear, and Kane nodded before looking up at Dad. “You really do love each other, don’t you?” Dad said to them. “Yes” Kieron responded, tears forming in his eyes now too. “We do.” Dad turned to me, and then looked at Bret. “And you two?” “Dad” Bret said, before taking a deep breath. “I know it’s fucking weird, or even sick, but Luke is everything to me. I mean fucking everything. When the army kicked me out I was so fucking angry and ashamed and sad or whatever. And at home I only felt fucking worse because I couldn’t handle how he was making me feel. It’s hard to explain…” He trailed off, and we sat there in silence again as a group. “Bret” the therapist said, “I think it is important that you speak your truth here today. Can I suggest you close your eyes and just imagine you’re talking to me.” After Bret nodded I leaned over and took his hand, and he closed his eyes and lifted his head so he was sitting up straight. He then started to talk, revealing things he’d never even told me before. He had come home feeling angry, ashamed, bitter, betrayed, but most of all he was scared. But the minute he saw me for the first time in ages, he had also got rattled because of how adult I had started looking, how my muscles had grown, and how confident I had become. He had never seen or thought of any of us as anything but his younger brothers, focusing his lust and frustrated desires on Justin, some of the other sporty guys at school, and even some of the teachers. But despite how much of a bully and a cunt he could be to me, he also felt really protective and would have punched out anyone from outside the family who messed with me. When he saw me again after such a long time away, that protective thing rapidly turned into something else, and once we had come out to him he couldn’t hold it back. “I always felt like I had to protect Luke” he said, as he finished up, “even though I did a shit job of it. But now, what I feel like is that Luke protects me. I know I’m bigger and shit, but it’s like I only feel safe and happy knowing Luke’s there and that I’m his. I know I act like I’m some fucking alpha moron, but it is just an act Dad. I’ve always been scared, mostly of who I am, and with Luke I just don’t feel scared anymore. I love Justin, I do, but if we’re on the sofa or lying in bed and Luke has his arms round me, that is the only time I fucking feel like I am being me and that it’s OK.” I sat staring at Bret, not sure what to say. He opened his eyes and tears began to fall out of them straight away, but I stayed where I was holding his hand. Kieron took his arm off Kane’s shoulder and got up, standing behind Bret and then leaning over to put his arms round his older brother to comfort him. “Dad?” Kane said. I looked over at Dad, and he was openly weeping. I then turned back to Bret, and he looked me deep in the eyes. “I love you Luke” he said, his lip trembling. At that moment I burst into tears, and just gripped Bret’s hand tighter as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Dad standing there looking down at me with a warm smile on his face as the tears continued to fall. “For fuck’s sake go and kiss the man who loves you son” he said. We were all a mess when we left the centre, but it was over, it was all out, and it could not have gone better. Dad said it would take some time for him to deal with it all, but through tears, sobbing and smiles, he made sure that we understood he did not judge us. He said he did not care about us being HIV positive, and was just glad we weren’t doing drugs. He told us that he was as proud as a father could be that we were all so able and willing to love other people, not just each other but also the other guys in our lives. Even his therapist looked a bit emotional at one point, but got herself together to discuss next steps with us all before we left. She suggested we come back regularly from now on, whether alone, in couples or as a group, so we could carry on working on it all. She recommended Justin, Jonas and Pavel be brought along to meet him, which he said he was looking forward to so he could meet the other men we loved. He asked to say one last thing before the session ended, and went on to tell us that he was definitely gay, that he wanted to love, and that we were a big part of helping him realise that. We were all dehydrated from the crying that followed. That night was one of those where the normal sex was replaced with brothers needing to just be held by their lovers. The twins went into Dad’s bed to just be together with their hunky builders, while Justin held me tightly from behind while I did the same to an often-sobbing Bret. I never wanted to let go of him, nor did I want Justin to ever let me out of his arms. Bret needed me to protect him from nothing in particular, and I realised I got the same from the musclebound policeman behind me even though it had not occurred to me before. But it all made sense now, realising how much of the time with Bret involved me being the top, the big spoon, the protector. I loved it, but now knew that my lack of jealousy over the bond he shared with Justin was because the musclebound policeman and me had something of our own. He was my protector, my rock, and actually always had been even when I was a younger teenager and slightly worshipping the guy. The next day the three of us went into town early, going to the jewellers where Bret had bought the matching rings we wore. With a huge extra charge for speed paid, the three of us went off to browse the clothes shops, have lunch together and even catch a film, before we went back near to closing time. A J had been added before the BLB on our existing rings, and a new one had been made with the same engraving and then dipped in gold. Bret did not give a shit what the woman who had served us thought as he slipped it onto Justin’s finger, before embracing his old friend in a long embrace. Outside on the street me and Justin also held each other, before we hailed a cab and went home. We all had to quickly change and get to work, but in the early hours of the morning when Justin finally got back from being on duty, despite how tired we were we made love in every position and combination possible. We drifted off to sleep near dawn, Justin inside me and me inside Bret. Throughout Sunday morning we kept going back to bed, unable to resist the urge to keep bonding with each other, and spent the rest of the time talking more openly and honestly with each other than we had done in a long time. The twins or the builders would occasionally appear in the kitchen or bathroom, but the four of them were otherwise in Dad’s room with the door closed the whole time. From the sounds I occasionally heard, it was clear that Jonas and Pavel were no longer exclusively bottoms in the fourway relationship. There was no repeat of the pre-dawn sex that night, all of us knowing we had to be on top form later for the big gloryhole gangbang. I kind of wanted to just carry on spending time with my lovers, but we had committed to playing our part with the students. There were only going to be four of them taking part, as Shane had texted me that morning to say he had a feverish, shivering boyfriend passed out on his bed, though I suspected Zac might still have bailed as he had made it clear he wanted to know the guy he had fallen in love with was the one who had pozzed him. He had got his wish, and Shane was clearly pleased about it too. I felt really good about having introduced them to each other. We spent the day chilling out, and all went to Bret’s gym to work out a bit. He had shifted to a day shift and was working that afternoon, but to help him and Will maintain his energy we all did a bit of time in the storeroom with them. Fortunately the two Turks did not show up, nor did any other members who wanted to be bred themselves, and we avoided any of us getting tired out by sharing the loads. The owner actually took the twins off to use himself for a bit, which they seemed to enjoy. Once Bret was off the clock we all relaxed in the steam room and sauna, and then headed home to get ready. Grant wanted us in athletic shorts with no underwear, and would have us all topless so our biohazards were on full display, so we just threw on hoodies and tracksuit bottoms over our shorts for the journey. Pavel, Jonas, Gheorghe and Will all came over, and then we went off to pick up the Ubers we had booked. By that point I was into it, and could not wait to see the hunky students’s arses on display and ready to be bred…

It’s been months since I’ve had a raw cock in me. My hole aching for raw cocks to stretch me out and fill my hole with their DNA. Finally graduated college a month ago, and now I was free to get back to my slutty cum addicted ways. A little about me, I’m a 42 year old thicker hairy cub with a handsome face, bald head, trimmed beard, and a deep hole that can take whatever dick size thrown at me. It was a Wednesday evening and I was desperate for cum. I needed to feel the weight of a man sliding his raw cock in me, treating me like the hole I am, and leaving me to wait for the next random breeder. so I made sure I was clean and lubed myself up with the frozen cum that I collected. Depositing about two loads in my hairy cub hole I was ready. First breeder was Jay, a young thicker college student that used to be a regular of mine. Gave him directions to my new apartment since he’d never been. He messages me he’s parked and I get on my bed in my jockstrap and vintage cropped mesh shirt, huffing poppers in preparation. The sound of his clothes coming off and he’s on the bed, sticking his cock out so I can get him hard. He’s young so it doesn’t take long and he mounts me and starts a soft pounding of my hole. He loves calling me daddy and in just a few minutes he shoves in and drops his load. A kiss goodbye, promises to do it again soon and he is off. Back on Sniffies and Grindr, the search for the next breeder begins. Within a few minutes an anonymous profile hits me up. 27 years old and fit says the profile, but he immediately starts the chat with two pictures. His cock is perfection, 8” thick, sitting below a well defined chest and flat stomach. Him : “Are you looking for more loads?” Me : “yes” Him : “I’m down to add mine” Perfect. I love cutting through all the chatting and getting right down to business. Within ten minutes, this stud is at the foot of my bed, hard cock pushing into my hole. I was pretty wet but he pushes in and it’s dry. I choose not to add any extra lube and he starts fucking me. He’s a real soft top, and is laying on top of me slowly sawing his 8” in and out of my eager hole. I’m wishing he was really fucking me, but he rewards me with a load in under 5 minutes, that’s all I really want. About 10 minutes later, I get a message from another regular, a sweet Poz daddy who loves my slutty hole. He’s over in 15 minutes and immediately has his cock in my mouth, needing service to get hard. As soon as he’s fully hard he turns me around and thrusts his 6.5” into me. He takes his time but isn’t soft about it, we kiss while he’s raw fucking me; his breath smells like whiskey and cigarettes. In under 10 minutes I feel him shudder and he deposits his load. He’s a big shooter and I can feel that wetness seeping into me, giving a fire for more cum that only a true slut hole can understand. We lay there and chat for a while, but it’s almost 2am and he has to work. I give up the search for the night, knowing in the morning I’ll be going to the local ABS to troll for fresh loads. ABS breeding continued in next installment…

WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? PART 1 Hank was in tears. „What did you do to me?“ he asked sobbing like a child. „How can I ever be turned on by my wife after this night? She feels disgusting to me after you all loaded my manpussy...the thought of going back home and seeing her makes me feel sick...why did you do this to me?“ 3 HOURS EARLIER Straight. Tall. Handsome. Swaggy. And sexist asshole. Or Hank, as he’s known. Getting off his truck to buy some groceries, he immediately caught attention of all people around. And it was not just about his big bulge which he intentionally made as much visible to the world in his tight jeans. It was about his overpowering selfesteem which long ago shifted to immoral arrogance. Hank was well aware of his sex appeal and he considered all the chicks of the world inferior to him, not to mention gay men who he considered lowest of all, not worth any more than being fucked hard...and definitely not by Hank who is pussy addict and would not ever touch another man. As Hank made those couple steps from his truck to the store, he did not hesitate to say to passing by teen girl that she has a butt worth long fuck. He was enjoying seeing here literally run away to her car so much that he had to rub his growing bulge right there, in front of everybody. And he did not mind it at all. The nature gave him this huge tool, so why hiding it, he thought. Stepping in the store, Hank wasted no time and strictly told the young, petite man behind the cash desk: „Give me three bottles of Hennessy and one packet of Marlboros!“ Unaware at that point, this was the firat core mistake which he did. Instead of blindly going forward with Hank’s request, the petite young man said „It seems that somebody stole your good manners.“ „What did you just say?“ Hank asked, visibly getting enraged, not being used to anybody to not comply with his wishes. „Are you deaf?“ petite young man asked, „My message was clear enough I believe.“ „Listen, you piece of shit,“ Hank started really upset at this point, „I don’t know who you think I am, but If you treat your customers like this, I can as well give you a good old fist punch.“ „Come on, don’t be kidding me,“ the petite man said with no sign of being scared, „you’ll end up being fucked by me and my friends this night If you don’t change your behaviour right now!“ Hank was shocked. „How dare you speak to me like that, you faggot,“ he started to yell around. And that was the second core mistake. In whiff of a second, the petite young man behind the desk just whistled on his fingers and called „Mike?“ And in another whiff of a second, a huge muscular piece of black man entered the room. Hank was lost. He knew that resistance is futile and did not even try to fight when Mike took his hands to cuff them behind Hank’s back. Hank just prayed for the best. While he expected almost anything, he thought that the mention of being fucked by whoever was just a bad joke and he will manage to get home with some bruises at most. And that was the third mistake which he made. In couple moments, things became clear to Hank as he watched the petite young man walking to the store door to lock it and put on the „I’ll be right back“ sign. Being alpha male just minutes ago, Hank was now becoming scared. As Mike led Hank to the back room of the store, Hank was starting to sob. This big muscular brute, always relying on his huge dick power, now felt so small. He might have as well just solidify the „myth“ that those big hunky men are usually the real snowflakes. With some tears running down his face, he knew he was helpless. Once Mike bent him over the desk in the back office, Hank was clear. He might be alpha asshole, but he was not stupid – he knew very well that is alpha asshole is going to be raped. „I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,“ he yelled, but any of his objections turned out to be rejected efficiently when petite young man appeared holding ball gag. Hank did not even manage to catch his breath upon seeing it and it was already tied firmly around his mouth and head. „Mmmmphhhm,“ he said. „That sounds similar enough to ‚Yes, I want your bare dick‘,“ Mike said and pulled Hank’s tight jeans down to his ankles. TO BE CONTINUED

I had been back in London for a few weeks, after years away, and had not had a chance to seek out any gay cruising haunts, all the ones I had known in the 90's were gone, but after I got a job on a building site in the borough and was carrying on with my closeted life. There was no chance that any of the other guys were up for a bit of cock action. I had just finished a Saturday morning shift (Saturdays are half days on building sites) and most of the other lads were either going to football matches or home to the family. I decided I'd hit one of the local pubs before heading home, so I went into a little pub near Borough Station and ordered up my usual bottle of Becks and started reading a paper. After a few minutes I got the feeling I was being watched and realised a guy was furtively steeling glances at me, but as it was definately not a gay bar I just ignored my feeling and got back to my paper. After a while I headed to to toilet for a piss and was pleased and surprised to find the guy who I thought had been watching me, follow me in. He gave me a smile as he pulled up to the next urinal and fished his dick out of his jeans. When I saw he was semi-hard I knew where this was going, or at least, I thought I did. At this point I should describe myself. I am 33 and in pretty good shape from working the building game for the last five years, am six feet in height, 12.5 stone and have a smooth body with a nice seven inch dick. I have never been out, and other than the guys I've had sex with, pretty much no-one else knows I'm gay. Back to Saturday afternoon now.... "So, you been working today", the guy with the semi said, starting up a conversation. I checked him out and we were a pretty good match, about the same age, height and weight, although I must admit his dick looked like it had an extra inch or two on mine. "Yes mate, just finished on the site" I replied, stroking my own semi now to let him know I was interested. "Any plans for the afternoon?" he asked, still stroking his now hard and very nice dick. "No, I'm easy" I said, adding "I haven't made any plans yet." He told me had a place five minutes away and asked me if I wanted to come round, introducing himself as Stuart. "Sure mate" I said, "I'm Al." We got to his place in the promised five minutes, and he immediately started stripping off his clothing. He had a lean body with a dusting of hair on his chest and abs, and when his shorts came off, his dick stood proud at a good eight inches with a lovely big mushroom head already dripping some pre-cum. By this time I was also naked, and I immediately went down onto my knees and put the tip of my tongue againt his slit and lapped up the trickle of juice oozing from his tool. I worked my way round his dickhead before enveloping the bellend wholly in my mouth and tasting his hot cock. As an expert deepthroat, it wasn't long before his whole dick was sliding in and out of my throat. He moved us onto his bed and, as I continued sucking on his dick, he starting fingering at my ass while I ladled some of the thick gloopy spit you produce when giving deepthroat onto my ass to lube his fingers and my ass. "Man, I want to fuck that ass" he commented as he continued opening up my hole with his fingers, adding "I wanna feel my dick inside that hot hole. Suck my dick and make it real hard and wet for your hole." "Fuck Stuart, I want your dick in my hole. Don't worry mate, you can have as much of my ass as you like. I'll make sure your dick is good and hard to fuck me, dig out the condoms and get ready to fill my hole." Stuart pulled his dick away from me and got off the bed, suddenly the whole mood had changed. "What's up mate, what did I say? I thought we were going well." "Fuck sake Al, why did you have to mention condoms? I only fuck bareback. I fucking hate condoms, I never use them. I was hoping to fuck you raw. A fuck isn't a fuck unless you finish the job and dump your load in a hot ass. That's what's on offer here, mate. If you want to get fucked, you're gonna take it raw - and you are gonna have to take a load. Sorry Al, but that's the way it is." Well fuck me, we've all had the bareback fantasies, imagining taking loads, feeling a guy cum inside us, and now here it was, on offer, right infront of me, and on offer from a real horny fucker with a dick like a pornstar. "Sorry Stuart, I didn't mean to ruin the mood. I just assumed it would be with a condom, but if bareback is what's on offer, then bareback it is!" There it was. I said it. I had just agreed to my first bareback fuck! I didn't know I was going to say it until the words came out my mouth but I said yes to bareback and I had the biggest hardon of my life! The change in the mood now was even more marked than before, but this time it was a change for the better. A big change for the better! A real evil smirk appeared on Stuarts face as he told me to kneel on the edge of the bed and let him see my asshole. I knelt on the bed and raised my ass in the air exposing my hole to him, ready to take my first raw dick. I felt his dickhead rub up and down going over my hole, smearing me with his precum and teasing at my bud, then he started working it in, gently easing the head into my well-lubed hole until my ass muscles clamped round the mushroom head as it passed my sphincter. I had never felt more fucking horny in my life. He continued easing his dick into my ass until I felt his pubes on my back and his balls touching mine, then he started long slow strokes in and out, over and over, just massaging my guts with his huge mushroom cock. "How does that feel AL?", he asked as he fucked away at my ass, "there's no better feeling than raw cock inside you, is there? I can tell how much you love my raw cock. You're purring like fucking kitten - you're fucking loving it." I was loving it, and I told him as much, but honestly there was no need: my body was sending out messages that I could never find words to convey. "OK Al, turn over onto your back. I'm getting pretty close and I want us to be face to face, eyeball to eyeball, when I give you your first load. I want your eyes to tell me how much you want it, and I want you to see in my eyes exactly what I am giving you." For the few seconds that he was out of my ass when we were adjusting positions I felt so empty. This experience was very different than anything I had felt before. It was really intense and I didn't just want that dick back inside me, I needed that dick back inside me! I lay on my back and raised my legs onto his shoulders, not taking my eyes off of his as he re-entered my hole, quickly resuming a steady and intense fucking motion using my ass as it had never been used before. Every stroke felt like heaven, and now I could look into his eyes and see how much it meant to him, it meant even more to me. I had to please this man, I had to give him what he wanted. I had to take his load. "No going back now, no going back now," he said, adding "After you have taken this boy, everything changes. There's no going back, for what you are about to receive you should be truly thankful. No going back Al. This is it. This is where it all changes. Fuck Al, there's no going back." He managed one more time as he let out a huge roar as he started dumping his seed deep inside me. He never closed his eyes and never took them off my eyes for a single second as pumped load after load of seed into me. After a few minutes he collapsed on top of me and we lay there, him still inside me, for about ten minutes before he had the energy to move or speak. He gently slipped his dick out of my ass and kissed me on the lips, asking "Do you know what just happened? Do you know what I just gave you?" I kissed him and with a smile replied "I think you may just have given me my freedom." He smiled broadly. Over the rest of Saturday, Sunday and Monday, when I called the site to say I couldn't come in, I thought I'd picked up a bug. Stuart was either on the phone or the net, getting all his buddies to come over and play with his new toy - me! By the time I finally went home on Monday night, I had gone from vanilla closet boy, to bareback slut, having taken 14 loads from his friends and an additional five from Stuart. Every time I took a load that weekend he asked me if I knew what I had just been given, and every time I replied "Yes, and thank you!"

There are three chaplains at an important church, a cathedral. When one of them tells the other two that he's gay, first one says he is too, and then the last one does too. They promise each other: no sex, not about sexual fantasies. If one of them needs to masturbate, only once a month. The others shouldn't know. In the in-house sauna, only individually. It's not their fault that they're gay. One of their duties as chaplains: hearing confessions in the confessional. The many old women are annoying. But that's what they're there for. Then, at one of them, a young gay man wants to confess, but he actually wants to seduce the chaplain. He tells the two of them about it. He won't let himself be seduced; his colleague is there for that. Why does he pretend it doesn't turn him on? Soon, the third one also gets involved in something where gay people have sex. He thinks to himself, it's not a big deal, but... What about the one who was there at the beginning? How do the two enjoy sex with men, and how does it end for the one who remained strong at the beginning? That's a long story. How does it work with the three of them? They know exactly what they don't want. The one who seduces them is very skillful. But the chaplains are very firm in their convictions. Perhaps you want to know. Because each of them is firmly convinced, they have been seduced. Unfortunately, I don't speak English. I need someone to translate these stories for me.

Fisting and fingering my hole are not for me. I only want raw dick in my ass.

I decided to travel around Europe during my gap year between school and University. I bought a railcard and YHA membership and stayed in various youth hostels in France and Germany. It was a lot of fun and I met some nice people along the way. Eventually, I found myself in Hamburg with a couple of days to kill before I had to head home. The weather was hot and sunny, so I took as trip down town and found myself in the Reeperbahn. This is the red light district and is full of adult cinemas, bars and clubs. In a side street, I passed a small x rated adult cinema which was advertising gay films. At that stage, I was aware that men turned me on, but I had never had a chance to do anything, let alone see a gay movie (this was before the internet). After walking past again, I thought this is crazy. Go in or go home I told myself. So I went in. There was a small ticket booth in the narrow entrance way. The old guy behind the desk barely looked at me before taking my money. Then he pressed a button, the door in the end wall buzzed and he nodded me through. It was dark inside. There was a corridor to follow. Flickering lights from TV screens lit up the walls and there were the sounds of people having sex on movie screens which made my heart pound and my hands shake with adrenaline. I followed the corridor and realised it wasn’t a cinema as such. There were just a number of booths leading off from the corridor with screens showing porn, some small enough for only one chair facing the screen, and bigger ones with sofas and space for several people. All had glass windows and no privacy. I edged along. In one booth a large guy in overalls lay back in a chair, zip open and wanking a large erection as he watched two men fucking on screen. My mouth went dry. I had never seen a naked cock before. I felt excited and fearful at the sight of him masturbating. He looked at me, grinned, then turned back to the screen. I stumbled on. This was wrong, I thought. A small, backstreet dive smelling of body odour, showing porn where people were fucking without condoms. The kind of place where you could get into a heavy, risky scene. I was scared and excited. What had I got into? I turned a corner and found myself outside a larger booth. Two middle-aged men were inside. A large, fleshy man was sat on a sofa sucking the cock of a tall, skinny guy who had his trousers down and was holding up his shirt so he could watch himself being sucked. The other guy was completely naked apart from black stockings. He was obviously wearing a long blond wig, and had a lot of tattoos and piercings. After a few moments, he leant back and I saw his nipples were pierced as was his heavy, erect cock which had a large, thick ring through the end. He had a brown bottle in his hand. When he unscrewed the top and sniffed it, a heady, solvent like aroma filled the space and made my heart beat faster. The skinny man turned, bent forward and offered his pale, naked bottom. The pierced guy leaned forward, spread the cheeks and began to tongue his arsehole. Oh my gosh. It seemed such a depraved thing to do, and yet my cock was painfully hard in my trousers and my mouth was dry. I should go. This was dirty, filthy sex. I was aware of someone next to me. I saw a small, older guy in spectacles . He had his trousers open and was sporting a heavy erection with a mushroom head drooling pre-cum. He rubbed it, indicated the couple in the room and licked his lips and smiled. Then he nodded at my waist. His meaning was obvious. Time to leave, I thought. But I didn’t. With trembling fingers, I opened my jeans and pulled out my cock. I had never exposed myself to a man before. “Sehr schon,” He said and reached out and held it. I gasped with surprise and shock. He sensed this and asked in German if I liked it. “ Y..y..yess.” I gasped in English. “Ah..English..” He smiled, rubbing his hand lightly and slowly up and down my cock. “You are new to this, eh?” I nodded and blushed, then found myself being guided into the booth with a mixture of excitement, fear and lust. The seated man turned away from licking the arsehole to grab my cock. He leaned forward and for the first time I felt my erection enter another man’s mouth. The sensation was amazing as he began to suck and lick me. I felt hands on my belt, opening the buckle then dragging my trousers and underwear to my ankles. Half naked, I looked down at the blond-wigged head bobbing up and down on my penis and felt my fear being replaced with overwhelming excitement. “Good, Ja?” The old man whispered in my ear and I felt his hand on my bottom, stroking the buttocks and probing my hole with his finger. The man sucking me took my hands and pulled them down to his tits. They were saggy with heavy rings through them. I had to bend forward to reach down and two things happened. The skinny guy leaned down, took my head in his hands and began to kiss me. At the same time, something wet and slippery was rubbed into my arsehole and the old man’s finger slid up inside me. “Oh!...oh my!” I groaned. The man’s tongue was in my mouth. It felt so filthy and exciting to be kissing another man. The fleshy guy on the sofa leaned back and produced the bottle. He held it to my nose and I got the full force of the poppers as he made me sniff. My eyes widened and my head swam as the solvent made me feel so horny. He was wanking his thick cock with the heavy ring in it and without thinking, I bent lower and began to lick it. “Ahh..” He said. “ Schon!” It was big and wet with slippery pre-cum leaking around the thick metal ring. “Ficken!” He hissed and gestured to the old man behind me. I didn’t know what he meant, but suddenly I felt the mushroom head of the old man’s cock pushing into my arsehole. I tried to resist and say no, but the heavy cock was in my mouth and the skinny guy stuck the bottle under my nose. The solvent made me melt with lust and I gave way. My hole opened and opened and then his cock burst into me, slid up inside and then his sagging belly was tight against my buttocks. It felt so good, so filling, so exciting and yet I wasn’t so naive as to realise he was in me bare and the risks of it. “C..Condom? Please?...oh..oh my.” I sobbed with fear and yet loving the feel of his cock sliding gently in and out. The fat guy in the stockings took my face off his cock and whispered “Ah..so. Tourist, Ja? No condoms here...poz guys...we breed.” Then he kissed me and fondled my cock below my belly as I was bent over being sodomised for the first time. The hairs stood up on my neck as the full shock of what he had said hit me - the cock sliding bare in and out of me was HIV positive and if I didn’t make them stop and get out of there, I was going to be pozzed. And yet. And yet...it felt so good to be fucked. The skinny guy reached over and spread my cheeks with his bony hands, encouraging the old man to get deeper up me. I could sense their excitement as they realised they had caught a virgin hole in their clutches, I felt fear and excitement and began to struggle a little and attempted to straighten up but I was held in place and the stockinged man stroked my face, kissed me and fed me poppers. The old man was fucking me harder now, his breath harsh on my neck “Oh..oh ja! Ich komme...I’m cumming!” He growled No! I thought. Oh no...he’s going to do it in me! He’s going to spunk! But it was too late. He gave a soft, piggy grunt and I felt his stiff cock throb and throb and knew he was filling me with dirty sperm. “Ja! Ja! Breed him!” Gasped the skinny guy as he held my buttocks apart. I sobbed with lust and surrender as I felt him cum, and when he pulled out a few seconds later a drool of warm sperm slid out of my bottom and over my balls. What had I done! I had let him cum in me...it had felt so good not only to have his cock in me, but the fact he might be making me pregnant had been overwhelmingly scary but exciting. Perhaps it would be alright? Perhaps if I left now I wouldn’t get infected? But it was sooo intense! So sexy! As these thoughts whirled in my brain the fat, stockinged man took my arm and began to pull me to the sofa. I went to sit down but he said “ Nein, nein little one.” and made me kneel with my arms on the back. He gave me the bottle. Hesitantly, I took off the cap and sniffed. My head whirled and I melted with lust. I felt his strong hands pull my cheeks apart and then his mouth was on me and his tongue was probing my dripping arsehole. I was shocked! How filthy! But it felt so good I couldn’t help pushing my bottom into his face and allowing his tongue to probe deeper. Beside us, the old man was pulling up stained boxer shorts over his softening dick. He was talking and laughing with two more men who had appeared, one of whom opened his trousers and dug out a stubby erection. The tongue left me gasping and slumped over the sofa back. The stocking man got up, leaned over my back and whispered “ Gut...very gut. Now we fuck. I give you my sperm, my babies” Before I could react, I felt the cold metal ring push into my hole, followed by a thick head and then the meaty shaft. “Oh...ohh...OOOH!” I gasped as it filled me up so I couldn’t breathe. He began to thrust slowly, sexily in and out and his heavy body pushed me into the sofa. I couldn’t move. I was helplessly impaled on his cock. I knew for sure he was toxic. I knew for sure if he came in me I would be pozzed. There was nothing I could do. And yet my cock was stiff against the leather seat back and my body shook with lust. I felt fingers probing where his cock entered me and the skinny man whispering something behind us. The old man had gone, and the two new men waddled into the booth with trousers and underwear around their ankles. “Jaaa….mmmf….take my cum you pig!” His cock continued its slow, sexy rhythm in me, but now I felt it throb several times and knew he was spurting in me. After a few moments, he gently withdrew, the big ring scratching me as it burst from my anus which gushed sperm. He sat back onto the sofa and began to watch the movie. I could only accept my fate as one of the men got behind me, slid his stubby cock in me and rested his hairy belly on my bottom as he began to thrust...

First a little about myself. I just turned 18 a few months ago. It's been mom and I for as long as I can remember. Mom has been a nurse at least my entire life and even before then. She is now the head nurse (no pun intended) at our local hospice which cares for men with AIDS. I have been around sick men ever since I can remember. I have helped mom and the other nurses out quite a bit. I clean up on occasion and help feed those that cant feed themselves. The disease has never scared me. When I was a lot younger I realized I enjoyed being around these men. My voice and mannerisms were more feminine than masculine. I discussed this with my mom and discovered I was indeed gay. My mom approved of my sexuality so I got lucky there. As my hormones started kicking in I noticed being around these men was giving me a hard on. I would come home and jerk off and then lick myself clean. I enjoyed my own cum and definitely wondered what theirs would taste like. Since I had no dad the birds and the bees were taught to me by mom. We discussed my fantasies I was having for those men and she said for my 18th birthday I could start living out my fantasies in real life. She revealed that some of the men thought I was beautiful which made me blush. I stand at 5 feet 3 inches and weigh about 110. Shoulder length blonde hair that thanks to mom I style it like a girl does. As my teenage years progressed I noticed my fantasies were getting hotter. I imagined being called a dirty faggot while taking these mens loads. Being pissed on had crept in there as well. I knew that I at 18 I was going to get fucked. What I didn't know was that I would be the hospice whore and I couldn't refuse any loads. The night before my 18th birthday mom instructed me on how to clean out my hole. After doing this I had a lite dinner and repeated the same process the morning of my 18th birthday. Mom inspected me and when she was satisfied she handed me a pink silk robe and slippers. I was told that was my clothing for the next four days. My birthday fell on a Thursday. We left home and headed to the hospice. Before going in mom attached a leash and collar on me and led me inside like a bitch. As we neared the entrance mom took off my robe. Once inside I was put on all fours and led into the family room. There were 2 men there already. Mom took off my leash but left the collar on. She told the two men which I recognized to have fun knocking me up. I knew what she meant because of my research on the matter. Before mom even walked out the door Sam had his cock in my mouth. Mom just laughed and went about her business. Sam is definitely a sick man. He has sores on his body and cock. I must admit I still worshipped his cock. The other gentleman Michael stopped Sam for a minute. Michael then slapped me a couple of times across the mouth to get my lip bleeding so I had an open wound while giving Sam a blowjob. Those sores were rubbed all over my busted lip. Some would say that's abuse but I came from Michael doing that. While I worshipped Sam's cock Michael only using spit for lube rammed his cock up my ass. I tried to scream but Sam held me tight against his cock. Sam's cock is only 7 inches and sort of thin. Michael on the other hand has a ten inch cock and fairly thick. It felt like Michael ripped my ass into. I soon realized that he did it on purpose to get me bleeding so I can take his AIDS cum directly in my bloodstream. Sam came fairly quickly but he didn't pull out of my mouth after cumming. I did swallow his cum and he let me nurse his cock while Michael continued the assault on my hole. Michael fucked me for a while and kept saying how good my pussy felt. Okay I thought only women had pussies but I quickly learned that as a bottom my ass is a pussy for gay men. When Michael got ready to cum he sped up his thrusts and was pounding my pussy hard. I started moaning and Sam pulled his cock from my mouth so my moans couibe heard by anyone walking outside the door. Then it happened. Michael started cumming and Breeding my pussy. God it felt like he shot a dozen huge globs of AIDS cum in my pussy. After he finished he kept his cock in my pussy to make sure I got it all and to make sure no cum leaked out. Once he was soft even I was exhausted. Both he and Sam left the room and I thought I was going to get a nap in. I was wrong. Mom came walking in with two more men to use me. She inspected my pussy and laughed. She said oh I bet in a couple of weeks you will be pregnant. But don't worry because once you're knocked up then your ass is going on meds. You are still my son and I want you around for a very long time. In the meantime your little faggot ass needs to get back to work. You still have 18 more men to satisfy today. At this point my pussy is sore but I knew I couldn't tell mom no. So I put my ass in the air and my mouth open to satisfy the next two men. Well time to get back to being a whore.

I ended up working remotely yesterday so got very little sleep after being up till 3 am, so crashed early. No action. Today we went shopping, picked up snacks and some new gear from Mr S. Fucked a load into my partner and now we are headed off to a pup party. Not sure if I'll hook up there or not. Got tickets for sex parties Saturday and Sunday, so those will be active nights, besides probably having some sex in the streets on Sunday.

While we here in the US are consumed with all the Epstein fallout, tragically there are those in Gaza that are consumed - literally - by hunger, and they number in the thousands. Little kids are starving to death. Older folks are starving to death. Everyone is starving. to. death. How the Israeli's can tolerate this insult to humanity is beyond me. Is generations upon generations of hatred the only answer now? Netanyahu deserves to starve, right along with the Gazans. If the President weren't so wrapped up in his desperate attempts to get through his latest mess, maybe he'd have a moment to call Nettie up and set him straight, but that would be asking the ignorant to inform the depraved. The US could have prevented all of this with a swift kick in the balls to the PM of Israel a long time ago. Can we at least - at the very least - help feed the starving millions over there? No, apparently the Odious One is oblivious to anyone other than his own fat overweight self. Not since Vietnam have I been so ashamed of my country.

If I'm taking cock raw in my hole, I kind of expect a guy to cum in me if he wants to...

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

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

Both men fucked me, and then I realised I was alone apart from the skinny guy who grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and gently wiped my bottom which was dripping cum onto the couch. I looked back and he smiled at me. He was thin and gaunt and didn’t look well. The shaking hand which screwed up the towel was covered in veins as were his thighs and pot belly, below which his cock stood up surprisingly stiff and heavy with a cock ring round it. He had been so patient, so gentle with me and his face was a picture of silent pleading. How could I refuse him? After all, I had been fucked by four men and was carrying their sperm, why not give him what he wanted? I smiled back, wriggled my arse at him and nodded. His looked so surprised and grateful it made me feel happy as he eagerly slid his heavy cock up me. He began to thrust whilst at the same time saying “Danke! Danke!” in gratitude. He didn’t last long. I felt him push hard into me, jerking and grunting as he spurted whilst stroking my thighs and buttocks. Eventually, he pulled out, wiped us both with the towels and then scuttled off into the darkness. I found my clothes, dressed and made my way shakily back to the youth hostel The clerk gave me a look of concern at my dishevelled appearance but I took the key and went upstairs without comment. I hit the shower for a long time. When I came out and dried off I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was pink and my body clean and fresh smelling, but I turned and looked at my arse and knew that I might be clean outside but inside my rectum dirty sperm was swimming, swimming looking for the tear which led to my bloodstream and pregnancy. My cock rose in excitement and I couldn’t help wanking until I collapsed on the bed in orgasm.

@DNG999 Glad you are enjoying it so far. Thanks for the comment! @nymidtowneast I aim to please here and I'm really glad you enjoy my stories! Writing is fun... and reading is what guys? Fundamental. 😛 @pozpopperpig Yeah, he is really gonna be taught a good hard long lesson... @KinkyTallBottom I think secretly we all would. I like getting descriptive on these stories, building the scene. I'm glad you appreciate the work. @cman54 Right? Where's all our perverted dirty bears looking to teach us a lesson??? @MattQueen1 Who knows? I don't have that necessarily in the plans right now... but if this story doesn't bite me with a writers block... who knows what a sequel might hold... @nolatallguy Hopefully this next chapter does a little more than just getting you hard and leaking? @PozBearWI As always, thanks for your kind words and comments. I'm glad you're enjoying it. @Leeds33 Hopefully I can keep up with your expectations 🙂 @Corknegboi Well, now the wait is over! @plisken Well, all it takes is two eggs, some butter, a cup full of sugar.... wait a second.... wrong recipe. My bad. @Medwaym Glad you're enjoying it! Hope the next chapter is even hotter for you! @HornyForPozSeed Don't tell anyone, but I got the idea from a really hot porn I saw... figured it was something you never see here and had to add it... @hikerbiker26 Thanks! I'm glad your enjoying it! @GrayWolfBln Thanks for the comment! Glad you like it! @barefuck09 Sorry for the wait, but now you can! @HappyPozBoy Yeah, it's kind of my specialty I guess. Glad you enjoy it! So, once again it's time for another update. I really appreciate all the feedback and comments everyone has posted. I'm going to try and stick to a weekly update if I can, work permitting. This chapter was an interesting one to write, and took some brainstorming with a few people (you know who you are) to get right. I hope everyone enjoys it. And don't hesitate to comment and post suggestions. I actively try to read all the comments, and if the idea is hot, I try to include it in the story, so don't hesitate to make a suggestion. Anyways, enjoy! ------- Lesson Three: Expanding Your Horizons It’s only been four hours now, I thought to myself, looking over yet again at the clock on my bedside table. Sleep was still eluding me even after everything I had done. I laid in my bed tossing and turning, my mind going over and over again on the events that had transpired. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever seen myself doing this. And yet, the evidence of it was clear with the ache in my ass and cock. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly let my hand drift down to my semi hard cock and played the events through my mind yet again. ——— I watched as Mike pulled his cigar out of his mouth, grinning at me as his cock head pressed against my hole. Slowly, he let a long line of drool drip out of his mouth, letting it pool on top of his cock head. “Fuck your hole looks so fucking hot with my dick pressed against it,” Mike growled appreciatively, slowly pushing his meat against and around my hole, slowly smearing his cigar smoke laden spit around it, “I can’t wait until I finally get to breach that tight boy ass and breed you nice and deep.” I let out a shuddering breath as I felt tip occasionally catch on my opening, threatening to breach me. I couldn’t tell if it was anticipation, or excitement, or fear, or a mixture of the three as I felt the tip threaten to sink deep in me. “We are going to make you our bitch,” Greg said, coming back up next to me, slowly stroking his hard cock, precum glistening on the tip, “You want us to blast your insides with our potent baby gravy, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said shakily, licking my lips, and tasting the remains of the cigar and my cum on them, “I want you to flood my insides please.” “Such a fucking polite pig,” Mike said, grinning down at me, “You’re gonna beg for our dirty load from here on out, aren’t you? Let our loads soak into you and get you nice and pregnant?” “Can’t fucking wait to knock our bitch boy up good,” Greg said, grabbing his cock and smacking it firmly against my left side of my face. Something about the way they were saying these things made me take a pause, feeling like I was missing something crucial. The thought was suddenly lost on me, however, as I suddenly felt Mike start to press his cock harder and harder against my hole. “Once I break this hole open, boy, there is no going back,” Mike said firmly, his attention now on shoving his large dick into my ass, “You fucking ready?” I nodded, bracing myself as I felt even more pressure build as Mike pushed his dick harder and harder. Suddenly, I felt my hole give way. I let out a loud pained moan as I felt Mike’s cock slowly slide deep into my guts. “Fuuuuuuck yeah,” Mike groaned appreciatively, nodding and smiling around his cigar as his cock continued to bury itself in my no longer virgin hole, “Nice tight boyhole, Greg.” “Yeah, babe,” Greg replied, reaching down and giving my semi-hard dick a few rough tugs, “The dumb slut here seems to be enjoying you stretching his ass out.” I couldn’t deny that even with the pain of my formerly tight ass being stretched out, I was turned on. I muttered out a few curses as I felt each inch worming inside me. Both of them smiled at each other before pulling their cigars out of their mouths, leaning over me and locking lips as they started making out. I watched as they laughed while swapping smoke, when finally I felt Mike’s hairy groin pressed hard against my ass with one firm slam. Breaking apart, I watched as Mike leaned back, pressing his full weight against my ass, as Greg leaned over me and looked down at the scene of Mike firmly seating himself inside me. Standing back up, Greg turned to me and smiled. “Fuck, boy,” he said, taking a puff on the cigar before blowing out a cloud of smoke in my face, “How’s that bare cock feel deep in your pussy?” “God… It’s so deep,” I groaned, as Mike slowly pulled slightly out before he slammed back in again. “So fucking warm and tight,” Mike said, slowly moving his cock in and out as my ass slowly became accustomed to the large slab of meat working in and out, “Feels like its trying to suck a load out of me.” On each deep stroke inward, I felt a wave of pleasure bloom in my stomach, somewhat aware that he was slowly brushing against my prostate. “Holy…. Shit….” I gasped, letting my head fall back as he continued his slow assault, “That… feels amazing.” “Yeah, that’s my good cumslut,” Mike laughed, enjoying the show I was apparently putting on as he worked himself in and out of my hole, “Last fucking chance boy before I show how a real man fucks. You want me to pull out? Or do you want Daddy to fucking breed you and flood you with his DNA?” Bottoming out in my hole, I felt him flex his cock. I groaned at the sensation. “Hmmm, what’s it going to be?” he asked, pulling almost all the way out before slamming hard in my ass. “Oh god… breed me sir. Fill me up with your thick load,” I moaned, my mind lost in a sex-fueled haze, “I want you to fill me up until it’s dripping out of my ruined hole.” “Feed the slut some poppers,” Mike growled, as he slowly pulled his dick out until the head of his cock sat at the entrance of my hole, “He’s gonna need it.” Greg grinned, nodding as he pulled out his bottle of poppers, opening them before handing them to me. “Go ahead and hold on to those, pig,” Greg said before he reached down and started pulling the suction cups off my tits, “Huff them as much as you want. Get yourself fucking stupid on them. You’re going to need them tonight.” I nodded, taking several hard sniffs in each nostril, feeling myself relax as the chemicals went to work. Satisfied, Mike slammed into my ass as hard as he could, causing the chains of the sling to rattle. I let out a loud groan, enjoying the sensation as he pulled back, preparing for what would likely be hard onslaught on my hole. I gasped as Greg suddenly pulled each suction cup off instantly, my now free nipples throbbing in the cool air of the room. Instantly, Greg began to pinch and pull on them, both now swollen. I let out a pained gasp, as Greg began to work them, surprised at the pleasurable pain. Suddenly, I felt Mike start to slam my hole. My eyes rolled back in my head, as the poppers took hold and Mike began to slam my ass hard and fast with reckless abandonment. The sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the basement, as Mike slammed into my hole, over and over, quickly turning my ass into a quivering blob go flesh. I continued to huff on the poppers, letting my mind melt with the sensation of my ass getting fucked hard, as both of my nipples were worked on by Greg. Occasionally, Mike would grab my dick and balls, using them as leverage to pull me down harder onto his rock hard cock. Eventually, I felt his rhythm start to stutter occasionally, the occasional growl coming from him as my now loose and sloppy as clung to his dick on each outward stroke. “Fucking destroying this hole boy,” he said, slowing down for a minute as he caught his breath, “You fucking like my dirty bear cock in your pig hole? Like feeling me leak my tainted smoker cum in there and working it nice and deep in you? Tell Dad how much you love it.” “Fuck… I want your cock in me,” I groaned, my mind floating in a poppers induced haze, “I want to feel you rearrange my guts before you flood me with your sperm.” “That’s my good boy,” he growled around the cigar, before pulling it out and spitting in my face, “Nothing but a dumb jock aren’t you, a fucking receptacle for real men to dump their load into, aren’t you” “Yes sir,” I moaned, feeling his spit slowly drip off my face, “Thank you sir.” “You gonna let us fucking nut in that hole, aren’t you boy,” he growled, an evil grin spreading across his face, “Gonna let my husband shoot his dirty load in you too? Let us shove a nice fat plug up that virgin boy cunt and let our loads soak in there?” I could only nod, my mind lost in the haze of poppers as it slowly registered what he said, not properly processing the words. “Fuck yeah,” he said, picking up pace suddenly, slamming hard and fast in my ass in less and less smooth motions, “You fucking want it? Fucking want my dirty jizz? Let us turn you into the perfect smoking dumb jock cumdump you know you need to be?” “Oh…. Fuck, please…” I moaned, enjoying the ride as I felt his cock swelling larger in my ass, “Please give me your cum.” “Fucking take my dirty poz smoker load,” he yelled suddenly, as I felt my ass suddenly get slicker as his dick began to shoot deep in my ass, as he pulled my ass tightly against his groin, “Take all this bug and nicotine filled jizz, you stupid fucking jock slut.” Suddenly it clicked in my head, just making it through my mind as his words as I felt his cock pulsing deeply, driving me over the edge as I shot my second load for the night all over my chest and stomach. “Fuck yeah man, shoot out that neg load and make room for our bugs in those balls,” Greg said, rubbing his hand in my cum before moving his fingers to my mouth. Still coming down from the haze of the poppers and my release, I accepted them and sucked my load off his meaty fingers, watching as he then fed himself and Mike the rest, as Mike slowly twitched inside my ass. After a few silent moments, Mike finally pulled out with a slight wince. “Fucking feels like I shot a gallon of cum in there,” he said out loud, laughing shakily. I sat there for a second as the gravity of the situation finally set in. “Hey…. Um….” I said quietly, my voice sounding small even to me, “You guy are… poz?” Greg and Mike looked at each other again, confused. “Yeah, buddy,” Mike said, perplexed, “I thought that was kinda obvious with the tattoos and the dirty talk.” Mike gestured at the large matching biohazard signs on their abs, driving the point further home. “You’re joking, right? This is like earlier with the cross, right,” I asked, laughing uncomfortably for a moment. Their silence told me that it was not a joke. I sat there for several seconds in silence, before Greg spoke. “I mean, it’s no big deal,” he said, “Aren’t all you college guys on PrEP nowadays?” I sat in silence again as they looked at each other again, looking up them for a second before looking away, tight-lipped. “Oooh shit…” Mike said, realizing that I was not in fact on it, “Look man, we didn’t know. Fuck… Um… You can always go get on some meds.” I still sat in silence as my mind worked through the problem, as both of them stood watching me. I wasn’t sure what I felt at first. Here I was, having what had to be the most mind blowing sex I’d ever had with these guys. I’d not even once thought about their status. They asked mine. I never asked for a condom. They told me several times they didn’t use them. I could have been been smart and gotten on PrEP. This was literally my fault too. One could even argue mainly my fault. I thought back to all the things they said, piecing the words together and drawing the context of them into my thought process. “Um, I’m guessing you guys aren’t undetectable, right?” I said slowly, my mind still processing everything. “No, uh… sorry, man… the guys we get with usually are on PrEP, or positive themselves. We’re pretty healthy still, and don’t really like the side effects,” Mike said, as Greg nodded in agreement, “We just assumed you were on meds too. Look… we really are sorry man. We can pay for you to go to the clinic to get PEP if you…” “It’s ok,” I said suddenly, interrupting them. I don’t really know why. For some weird, fucked up reason a large part of me was surprisingly ok with the situation. I knew that with modern medicine, it wasn’t a death sentence anymore. After feeling what it was like bareback, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I tried this again. And something about the danger of now knowing I was playing with proverbial fire flipped some sort of switch in me. I somehow was turned on. “I mean, we totally can, man. We didn’t mean to…” Greg said, visibly unsure with what to say. Why the fuck was I turned on? I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I loved the verbal abuse, feeling them verbally and physically degrade my hot jock body as gave I to the dark and perverted nature of it just seemed to turn me on at some primal level. Something about the risk of it all was hitting all the buttons for me. All the people I had slept with had always been a one time thing, every time them saying I was kind of boring in bed. Too vanilla. Too average. Too unwillingly to be adventurous. I had even told myself that I needed to get out of my box. And, well, this was DEFINITELY going outside the box. So, why not? Why not explore this side of me? “I’m seriously ok with it,” I said, surprised at how calm I sounded, “It was hot sex, and I should have asked.” Both of them continued to stare at me in silence. “Look, I really enjoyed it…. Like holy fucking shit is it good… and well…” I said, shrugging as I looked up at them in the sling, “I’m not going to lie. There is something kinda hot about it. Not knowing if the next fuck I get from you guys is the one. I have a few days to get on medicine if I change my mind, right?” Greg nodded silently. “And, you guys happy, right? Healthy, successful, all of that, other than being positive,” I asked to nobody in particular. “Yeah, we are…” Mike said, trailing off silently. “Well, I want to keep going guys,” I said, looking down and seeing that my cock was once again hard having made my decision for me, “You can still breed my hole if you want. I’m game if you are…” "Uh… Babe… he’s rock hard again…” Mike said, nudging Greg and gesturing at my now hard cock standing at full mast. “Huh that’s… surprising. I mean, if your sure?” Greg said, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. “I’ve got time to make up my mind, don’t I,” I said, licking my lips as I looked at Greg’s still hard cock, before looking at both of them with a mischievous grin, “And we do have a bit of a business arrangement here, don’t we? I aim for 100% satisfaction with my customers.” “Holy shit,” Mike laughed, reaching down and pinching one of my nipples, “Babe, we seriously hit the fucking jackpot with this perverted pig.” Letting out a surprised laugh, Greg walked up to my ass, sticking a finger in it and feeling the load inside it. “Last chance man,” he said, smiling as he put his cigar in his mouth in the corner of his jaw, “No going back after I get in there.” “Fucking breed my neg jock ass with your poz smoker load,” I said, grinning as I began to play with my cock. Saying it out loud made me feel dirty in the best way. With one solid push, Greg was suddenly balls deep inside me. “Oh fuck yeah, you weren’t lying Mike,” Greg moaned, his head tipping back with his eyes closed in sheer bliss, “This is some fucking prime jock pussy.” I groaned, feeling as Greg immediately began to fuck my ass hard, feeling as Greg’s bigger balls slapped hard against my ass with each hard slam, his longer and thinner cock gliding easily in my cum filled guts. Turning my head, I grabbed Mike’s cock in my hand before shoving it in my mouth. “Oh shit…” Mike groaned around his cigar, puffing out a huge cloud of thick smoke as he took his hand and held the back of my head, “Yeah, boy. Taste your hole on my dick….” I sat there, hungrily sucking on Mike’s dick, tasting my ass juices and his cum on it, as Greg plowed my ass as hard as he could. The room was now filled with a moderate haze of cigar smoke as each man fucked one of my holes. Eventually, Mike pulled me off his dick and pulling his cigar out of his mouth, spit yet again in my face. “Fucking like that, don’t you,” Mike asked, slowly stroking his cock in front of my face. I nodded in silence, catching my breath after the hard throat fucking he gave me. Immediately, felt a hard sharp smack on my ass from Greg. “He fucking asked you a question, pig,” Greg growled, as he went back to fucking my ass as hard as he could. “Yes sir,” I groaned, feeling my ass stinging against after the earlier beating, “Thank you sir.” Grabbing my mouth, Mike forced it open as he pulled my head back by my hair. “Open up bitch,” he said, leaning in and bringing his face a bit closer to mine, “Open that sexy fucking mouth.” I held my mouth open as Mike spit in my mouth, before forcing my mouth shut. “Fucking take that spit,” he growled, lightly smacking the side of my face, his other hand still tightly grabbing me by the hair, “You fucking take every bit of Daddy’s fluids.” “Thank you Daddy,” I moaned, before quickly swallowing his gifted spit. “Fuck yeah, might have to get him to take some other fluids next time,” Greg moaned, his movements also now getting a tiny bit less fluid, “You want us to make you into the perfect little sex slave?” “Fuck yes, sir,” I moaned, not really getting what he meant, but loving every second of his verbal assault. “Yeah, gonna get you addicted to smoking, and let us shape you into the perfect sex pig,” he continued, his movements getting even jerkier, “You want us to help turn you into our perfect fucking boy?” “Oh shit, fuck… yes,” I groaned as Mike started pinching one of my nipples while roughly jacking me off. “Yeah, bring several friends over to sample this perfect hole,” he growled, taking hard, long strokes as he talked, “Maybe give you some piercings and a few tatts, have you grow that hair and beard out. You’d look so fucking hot smoking with a beard while we pull a train on you…” I sat there for a second, imaging exactly that, liking the idea of it. I imagined myself with facial hair on my normally smooth face, hair longer and slicked back under a baseball cap, a cigar in my mouth as a line of faceless men lined up waiting to fuck me. The idea made my hole tighten up. “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking nut,” he groaned, picking up his pace suddenly, “Tell me where you want this poz load, bitch.” “Oh fuck, please breed me, give me your poz load in my ass. Please fill me up and give it to me,” I moaned, feeling as my own load threatened to shoot out. Suddenly, I felt Mike tightly grip the base of my cock and balls, squeezing them tightly and stopping my impending climax in its tracks. “No more coming until we tell you, boy,” Mike sneered, evilly chuckling as I let out a confused whimper. “Here it comes, slut,” Greg yelled, as his cock finally began to squirt inside me, spewing its own venom to the load already inside me, “Take. My. Fucking. Bug. Cum.” Mike suddenly pulled his cigar out of his mouth and put it in mine, before leaning over me and taking Greg’s cigar out of his mouth, taking a long pull on it before locking lips with him. Greg’s dick jerked occasionally for several minutes inside my ass as the two made out, only breaking apart for Mike to take a quick pull on the cigar before locking lips again. I absent mindedly puffed on Mike’s cigar in my mouth as I watched, turned on at the sight in front of me. Finally, Mike broke away, walking over to his clothes before pulling out his cellphone from his pants. “Stay in him for a second, babe,” Mike said, before walking over to the wall and grabbing a large, shiny black butt plug. Walking back over, he turned on the camera on his phone, and waited as Greg pulled his dick out. Suddenly, Mike snapped a picture of me, the light of the flash blinding me momentarily. “Fuck yeah, thats a hot look,” he said as I felt their cum slowly start to drip out of my hole. Walking up the rest of the way up, he shoved the plug into my ass, causing me to wince slightly as it popped into place. He took one more picture before finally taking the cigar out of my mouth, and both of them helped me out of the sling. It took a few minutes as I slowly got my bearings, grabbing onto one of the chains to steady myself. “So, what did you think?” Mike asked, bending down and grabbing my clothes and handing them to me. “Huh?” I said, in a slight daze. “He want’s to know if you enjoyed everything,” Greg added, also reaching down and grabbing his pants. “Oh, yeah,” I said smiling, “Everything was fucking hot.” “Do like the idea of what Greg said there? You want to go all in? Let us teach you a few things this summer?” Mike asked, puling on his pants and shirt. I stood there for a second before nodding. “Yeah, if its as hot as what just happened, I’m all in,” I said, taking a step awkwardly, as I felt the plug in my ass shift slightly. “What do you say to at least once a week coming over to play?” Greg asked, grabbing the poppers and moving them to the fridge. “We can try something new with you each week. We’ll pay to get you a piercing and a tattoo or two. If you want, we can also have you come over to Mike’s birthday in August. Make you the center of a gang bang? We’d still pay you, but like we said, in exchange, you can’t say no.” The idea of it immediately made me hard, that with the feeling of butt plug pressing occasionally against my prostate as I took a few steps. “I mean, yeah. I really do want to try it. And I do have to admit, the money is great,” I said, slightly uncomfortable as I walked over to them. “Good, since we’re being such a good client, we want you to make us your exclusive employer,” Mike said. I felt bad for a second, knowing that it would suck since I liked some of my older clients. However, I knew of a few former classmate who would jump at the opportunity for some good cash. I nodded as he continued. “Also, we need some sort of commitment from you,” he said, before grinning at me, “Its’ looking like it’s time for your first test on becoming a cumdump.” I looked at him quizzically, curious what he meant after everything we had just done. “Oh, I like where your mind is going babe,” Greg said, smiling at me as he crossed his arms over his chest. Confused, I looked at both of them expectantly. ——— Feeling my load coating my chest and stomach, I slowly scooped it up with a finger, sucking it clean on each swipe. The feeling of the plug in my ass still hadn’t abated, rubbing over my well abused prostate. “You are gonna prove how committed you are to this and to us,” Mike had said, as the both of them grinned at each other. “You’re going to leave that plug up your ass all night and keep those loads deep inside you,” Greg added, “You’ll come over tomorrow morning at 8am sharp. If that plug isn’t in your ass, or if the remains of our loads aren’t still in there, we’ll end everything. We will still pay you for tonight’s fun, but thats it. We worked hard to give you those loads, and we don’t want them going to waste.” I had agreed to it in a heartbeat, but now, after several hours of not being able to sleep, I was beginning to regret my sudden acceptance of the rules. The sensation of the loads in my ass swirling around the plug as it rubbed my prostate constantly was driving me insane. I let out a huff, annoyed as I felt myself start to get hard again, now starting to get truly painful as I could only come some many times before it became literally achingly uncomfortable. Rolling partially onto my stomach, I struggled to find a comfortable spot and hoped I would get some sleep soon.

@nymidtowneast Thanks for the first comment. I really appreciate it. Hopefully this next chapter will give you a taste of what's to come. @pozpopperpig well, if you know my stories... its going to be fun... @Cumboi Hopefully, this next chapter will be enough to hold you over until I can finish the next chapter. @ErikRaw My pleasure. Glad you enjoy it! @marcus1969 Thanks for the reply! @shinelover Glad your enjoy it so far! @Falls727 Hopefully the next chapter will do more than that for you 😉 @negchaserlooking I don't think even I know, and I'm the author lol. But I'm sure we will all enjoy the ride. @MuslDadOC Oh, it's going to be an interesting event, to be sure. I think everyone will like what I have planned there. Here's the next chapter. I'm still proofing the 3rd and 4th chapters, and have the next few at least mapped out. Still working on the other story, mind you, but hopefully this will tide everyone over until I can get that one out. Still have at least two more chapters to go on it. Anyways, enjoy! --- Lesson 2: The Power of Letting Go I watched on as Mike set the whip down on a table near the cross, and walked over to the tall humidor and pulled out two rather large cigars and prepared to get them lit. Slowly he brought the first one to life, puffing repeatedly until a large cloud of smoke was erupting from his mouth. Seemingly satisfied, he walked over to Greg and put the lit cigar in the corner of his mouth, followed by shackling his remaining free hand. “Fuck yeah babe,” Mike said, now bringing the remaining unlit cigar in his mouth and puffing it to life, “You ready to get flogged?” Greg let out an appreciative moan around his cigar, letting out a cloud of smoke in its wake. Walking over to cross, Mike moved the cigar to the corner of his mouth and picked the whip back up from the table. With a nod of his head, Mike gestured for me to get closer to watch. I stepped closer, watching as Mike suddenly cracked the multi-tasseled whip across Greg’s ass, immediately eliciting a loud groan. I felt my cock jump at the sound in the confines of the white jockstrap I put on. I stood there taking in the sight as Mike smacked Greg’s ass several more times, both of them puffing on their cigars in between strikes. Unable to take it any longer, I reached into the jock and began to slowly work my cock, as I slowly moved my left hand across my chest before slowly starting to pinch my right nipple. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Mike said, grinning around the large cigar as he looked over at me as I slowly began to feel myself up at the scene, “Liking what you see so far?” “It’s really hot,” I said in agreement, pinching my nipple even harder, letting myself get lost in the scene in front of me. Mike’s only reply was and even harder smack across Greg’s ass, causing him to groan even louder. “Smack that ass even harder,” Greg groaned aloud, puffing hard on his cigar before moving his ass back even farther. “Yeah, you fucking love it don’t you, pig?” Mike asked, suddenly giving three hard smacks in succession. Greg gave a groan in appreciation, as Mike pulled the cigar out of his mouth, gesturing with it at the scene in front of us. “What do you think, boy,” he asked, giving his hard dick a few long tugs, “Ready to give it a try?” I could only nod, unsure if I could even voice words with the amount of hormones rushing through my bloodstream. Walking over, I helped Mike unshackle Greg, and with my heart racing, I watched as Greg turned his head grabbing his cigar out of his mouth with his now free hand. Before I knew it, he grabbed my face and blew a huge cloud of smoke in it. Before I could react further, he locked lips and slowly forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt as Greg grabbed the back of my neck, his cigar butt rubbing against my skin as we both stood there, making out. As Mike finally released his other hand, I felt as he reached into my jock and slowly began to tug on my balls, working them in his hand while our tongues continued to slide against each other. Greg was the first to pull away as I felt Mike come up beside us, his hand slowly working a few fingers between my ass cheeks, slowly prodding the outside of my hole. Mike took a long pull on his cigar before exhaling in my face, and then we locked lips as well. “Fuck yeah,” Greg growled, giving my nuts a slight squeeze, making me let out an involuntary moan, “Gonna enjoy turning you into our dirty little sex pig.” After a few minutes of making out, Mike and I broke apart as I felt Greg tugging my hand out of my jockstrap, and pulled it up towards the shackle. I let him deftly strap my wrist in as Mike began doing the same with my other hand. Both occasionally puffed on their cigars, blowing the smoke towards me as they quietly worked. Satisfied I was fully shackled in, Greg walked over to the wall of whips and toys, and grabbed another nearly identical whip to the one Mike was using earlier. While Greg was doing that, Mike double checked the shackles, growling deeply with approval. “Fuck yeah,” he said, slowly running his hand down my back until he reached my ass, giving its a firm squeeze, “Got you chained up right where I want you. Gonna make those ass cheeks glow red.” Stepping back, he took another puff on his cigar as Greg walked up beside him. “You ready, pig boy?” Greg said, puffing on his cigar as well. Nervously, I just nodded and waited. And then I felt as first one asscheek and then the other were smacked, leaving a slight sting where each of the whips came in contact with my skin. The sensation cause me to take in a slight gasp, as well as my cock to twitch a little. “Nice,” Mike said, as he took another swing and connect with my right cheek, “Already a bit pink.” We stood there for several minutes, each man taking a turn smack one ash cheek then the other, as progressively each crack of the whip got harder and sharper. I began to moan as I let myself drift away mentally, enjoying the pain with each smack. The room was quickly filling with a haze and the cigar smoke floated in the air. Suddenly, one smack connected extra hard, causing me to yelp with the pain and shock of it. “Like that, fucker?” Greg asked, as another equally sharp smack hit the other side, again making me yelp, “Look how fucking red his ass is getting.” “Yeah, pig boy here must like the pain,” Mike laughed, before walking around and pointing the whip at my crotch, “He’s hard and the front of the jock is already soaking wet with his precum.” I felt several fast and hard smacks connect with ass, causing me to whimper slightly from the pain as I involuntarily flinched and tried to pull away. “Where do you think you’re going,” Mike asked while he laughed, pulling hard on his cigar before blowing it in my face, “You aren’t going anywhere. We got you right where we fucking want you.” “We got ourselves a nice slab of boy meat here,” Greg added, rubbing the whip between my thighs, “I can’t wait until we fuck you up and make you our personal fuck toy. Turn you into a brainless little fuck puppet that we can do whatever we want to.” I flinched away as a a massive wave of fear filled me as the reality of the situation hit me. I’m chained up essentially a random stranger’s basement, and nobody knowing where I was. I was at the mercy of these guys, and suddenly I felt panicked as every possible outcome race through my brain. The fear must shown on my face as Mike looked at me directly. The tone of the room changed suddenly and Mike looked over at Greg for a split second. Stepping closed, Mike stepped to behind me, grabbing my chin as he whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry boy, it’s all talk,” he said gently in my ear, his hand slowly moving up and down on my chest and stomach, “You’re safe here, and you can say stop at any time and go home. But we both hope you won’t. We got lots of plans for the entire summer. It’s your choice… do you want to keep going and see part of what we have planned?” I stood for a second and let out a few shaky breaths, forcing myself to calm down. Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded. “Good boy,” he said, before running his hand through my hair, before turning to Greg as he then moved his hand over my still stinging ass, gently rubbing it before he continued, “Looks like he’s ready to move to the sling. I call dibs on taking his butt cherry.” Reaching up, he began to unshackle my arms, causing the tension and fear in my chest to release. Gingerly, I pulled my arms down before twisting my body, looking down at my ass. Damn, I thought to myself as I took in the sight of my bright red and throbbing ass, they really did a number down there. Greg walked over to me, taking his half smoked cigar out of his mouth and began to make out with me, as Mike took both paddles and and put them back. I tasted the thick cigar smoke all over his tongue, letting myself relax as he suddenly pulled away and using my hair, pulled my head back, leaving my mouth gaping opening. Suddenly, I felt him spit into my open mouth, before he took a huge drag on his cigar and then went back into kissing me, forcing his cigar smoke into my mouth. Surprisingly, I found I really enjoyed it, enjoying the taste as our tongues intertwined. Finally he pulled away, and I let out a sigh, noticing some of the smoke on my breath. “Good boy,” he growled, “You like taking Daddy’s smoke, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said, very turned on as I nodded, “Thank you sir.” “Polite fucking pig, isn’t he,” Mike said, standing over near the sling as he motioned for me to get in. Having never been in a sling before, I failed the first two tries to get it, before finally getting the hang of it with some help from the both of them. Slowly adjusting myself to get more comfortable, I was inwardly glad there weren’t any restraints on the sling after my minor panic attack at the cross. Greg came to stand next to my head as Mike went over to the wall, looking at the different dildos, before deciding on one that was just a bit smaller than his cock, but somehow still large enough to make me nervous. I looked up as Greg opened up his bottle of poppers, taking a few sniffs of the bottle before letting out a content sign. “That fucking better,” he growled, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes, clearly content. Having heard of the poppers, but never trying them before, I was a bit curious as to what they were like. Apparently, I was about to find out as Greg set his cigar back in the corner of his jaw, and began to hand me the bottle. “Ever done poppers, boy?” he asked, as I grabbed the bottle from him. “No, I mean, I know of them, and I know it makes sex fucking wild, but never had a chance to try them,” I answered, as I began to mime what I had seen both of them do. “Go ahead and pinch off one side of your nose with your thumb there, and I want to you to take a deep sniff or two in each nostril,” he said, coaching me through it as he slowly stroked is cock. I did as he said, watching as Mike came over with he dildo and some lube, as well as dragging a stool behind him. I didn’t feel anything at first as I watched Mike take a seat at my ass, and then, a wave of warmth spread across my face, making me feel flush as I felt my heart start to race. The feeling was intense, and after handing back the bottle to Greg, I sat there in the sling, enjoying the rush. “Good fucking poppers, aren’t they,” Mike asked, slowly coating my asshole with the cool lube, “Greg and I picked up quite a few on our last trip to Berlin.” I could only grin stupidly and nod as I felt myself floating on the high. “You ready?” Mike asked, slowly pressing the head of the gleaming black dildo up against my hole. “Oh, fuck,” I blurted out loud, feeling the pressure at my asshole. “Babe, get him fucked up on the poppers while I break in his hole and stretch him out,” Mike said, rubbing my cock and balls as I pulled away slightly at the sudden intrusion at my ass. I laid there gripping the chains of the sling as Greg held the bottle to my nose, having me take 4 deep sniffs in each nostril. Satisfied, he closed the bottle back up and watched as his husband slowly began to press the dildo harder against my hole. I was about to tell him we’d have to quit when I finally felt the head of the toy suddenly breach my opening. The sudden stretching of my assails caused me to let out a loud, pained groan as Mike slowly worked the large black toy deeper and deeper into my ass, occasionally looking up and me with a grin and nodding as it slowly breached my guts. “Good boy,” he said, rubbing his free hand across my flat stomach, “Good fucking boy. Let your daddies stretch that ass out so we can breed it later. Fill you up with a few nice loads of dirty bear cum in those virgin guts. You want that, don’t you baby?” The poppers having taken full effect left me too far gone to speak, only leaving me with enough brain power to nod. The pain in my ass slowly switched over to a pleasant fullness as the head of the dildo began to slide past my prostate. “Oooooh fuck,” I groaned, feeling as the dildo occasionally was pulled back before being driven back in again. I looked up and watched as Greg slowly smoked his cigar, enjoying the feeling as he slowly began to pinch and twist my nipples. “Ah…. Oh god,” I gasped, feeling as the base off the toy hit my taint, finally worked deep in my guts, “Oh fuck, it’s so fucking deep.” “Yeah, fucker,” Greg said, blowing his smoke down at me as he continued to stroke his hard cock, “Take that toy deep in you. So fucking hot seeing your young jock hole get destroyed. We are going to get those guts nice and stretched out for all the cum we’re gonna dump in you.” “Shiiiit,” I groaned again as I felt Mike jiggle the toy around before slowly pulling it back to the entrance of my hole. The sensation caused my legs to shudder for a short while, as I felt my ass grip down on the toy. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly reached down and after pulling out my dick from the confines of the jock, started slowly jacking off. “Yeah,” Mike growled, “You like feeling your virgin hole get stretched, don’t you boy? You’re gonna be a good boy and let us do whatever we want? Let us fill you up with our dirty bear cum until its leaking out?” “Oh, fuck… yes…. Fuuuuck,” I groaned, as he began working the toy in and out of my hole, “Whatever you want.” For a while, Mike continued to slowly fuck my ass with the large toy, as Greg continued to pinch and work my nipples, both of them covering my body with cigar smoke. As I got more used to the sheer size and length of the dildo, I laid back and slowly stroked my cock, enjoying the stretch. Finally, after what felt like like forever but was likely just 10 minutes, Mike pulled the dildo out, with a dull pop. Grinning, he laid it on my stomach. “Fuck yeah, thats how deep it was inside you,” he said, rubbing his hand on my stomach along side the toy. “Holy shit…” I replied, my voice quivering as I slowly got used to the empty feeling in my ass. “Hey babe,” Greg said suddenly, getting up and walking over to one of the tool boxes, “Since you get his ass cherry, mind if I take his cock cherry?” Confused, I looked at Mike. My mind tried to figure out what he meant, seeing as I was definitely not a virgin in terms of penetrating someone. “Fuck yeah, if you think he’s ready. You’re gonna love this, slut,” Mike said, grinning before he got up and moved towards my head. Slowly, he took the cigar out of his mouth and began to rub it on my left nipple. “Open up your mouth for a second, pig,” he said, as Greg continued to rummage around. I complied with his request, and slowly he let a long line of drool out into my mouth before he put his nearly finished cigar in my mouth. Knowing what he wanted, I closed my lips around the cigar, unfamiliar with the sensation. “Fuck that’s a hot look,” Greg said grinning around his cigar, as he walked up to my ass with several long and curved metal rods and a tube of lube. Mike quickly walked away, making his way over to the humidor and pulling out another two cigars as well as an ash tray. Walking back up to me, he set the ashtray on my chest, effectively using me as a table, while Greg began to cover the smallest of the rods with lube. “Extra hundred for you tonight if you finish both of our cigars, boy,” Mike said, before sticking the first cigar in his mouth and lighting it. I sat there for a second contemplating it before deciding to do what he asked. Having never smoked before, I felt a bit weird doing it, but I decided to follow their lead and took a few puffs on the cigar. I was surprised at the taste, amazed that it tasted better or at least different than it smelled. After a few puffs, I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, turning my attention to what Greg was doing. “What’s that?” I asked, watching as he covered the rod with the lube, ensuring that it was fully covered. “Well, since Mike gets first crack at breeding the prime unused hole, I figured I deserve to take one of your other cherries,” he began to explain, grabbing onto my dick suddenly, suddenly rubbing the length of the rod along my dick hole, “This is whats called a urethral sound. I’m gonna break open your dick cherry and fuck you nice and deep with these sounds until you shoot your load.” I paused for a second. There’s no fucking way thats gonna work, I thought to myself, trying to wrap my head around what Greg had just told me. “Don’t worry, boy,” Mike assured me, reaching over me and grabbing Greg’s cigar out of his mouth and placing it in the ashtray, before replacing it with the freshly lit one, “Greg is a professional at this. I thought the same thing the first time as well. But trust me, you’re gonna love it.” I sat there for a second, contemplating if it was time to stop. But as I felt him slowly start to stroke my dick, my hormones got the better of me and decided to just sit back and enjoy the ride. “Fine,” I sighed, “As long as you know what your doing I guess.” Resigned and just a tiny bit darkly curious, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and watched Greg as he continued to tease the opening of my dick with the cold metal rod. “Babe, wanna give him a few hits off the poppers?” Greg asked, not looking up as he gently pressed the tip of the metal to my cock hole. Silently, Mike grabbed the bottle of poppers out of his harness, opened them and put the opening to my nose as I instinctively pressed my thumb against one of my nostrils and sniffed deeply. Looking up at me, Greg gave me a huge grin, waiting as the poppers did their job. “Ready, fucker?” he asked, and not waiting for the answer, slowly began to push the rod into my pisshole. The sensation of the thin cold metal rod inside my cock was intense, causing me to groan immediately. I watched in fascination as the rod slowly worked down into my dick, and I could feel every twist of the metal as Greg worked the rod further and further down. “Yeah, babe, stretch out the pig’s pisshole,” Mike growled, lighting his cigar now before walking away to the tool box as well. I only vaguely registered Mike leaving as nearly al my attention was on the scene before me, as Greg began to work the metal rod deftly in and out of my urethra. The sensation felt amazing and alien at the same time. Eventually, Mike returned, with what looked like two suction cups and what looked like a hand pump. I began to puff on the cigar as Greg continued to do what I could only describe as fuck my cock with the metal probe, while Mike placed each suction cup over my nipples and began to pump the air out, effectively obscenely sucking out my nipples to fill each cup. Satisfied, Mike flicked each cup, checking the seal before moving back to my head, slowly stroking his cock as he watched as Greg pulled out the metal rod. “How was that?” Greg asked, as he began to lube up a thicker rod, “Ready for more?” To enraptured at the scene before me, and with the large cigar in my mouth that I was now puffing regularly on, I could only nod. “Go ahead and grab your cock so you can feel me shoving it in you,” Greg said with a smile, as he pressed the tip of the rod at my dick’s opening. I let go of one of the chains I hadn’t realized I was hanging onto tightly and gently wrapped my hand around my dick, firmly holding it in place. “Yeah, feel that fucking rod stretch out your piss tube,” Greg said, as I could indeed feel the metal rod slowly go deeper and deeper into my dick before stopping half way, “Want me to go deeper?” Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I groaned, feeling the metal rod against my fingers, deep inside my dick. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned, giving my dick a slight tug, feeling how the my urethra conformed to the metal around it. Slowly, he pushed the rod deeper, until finally only the tip remained. Finally he let go of the rod, and we all watched as it slowly began to work itself out of my cock. Greg began to gently tap and press the rod back down. “Oh fuck, keep doing that,” I groaned around the cigar, loving the sensation it was giving me. Greg grinned down at me as he continued to tap and slide the rod in and out of my cock. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked slowly jacking his cock as he watch on. “Oh god, yes, keep doing that,” I said, my whole world narrowed down to the feeling of the metal rod fucking the inside of my dick as I puffed away on the nearly spent cigar. I felt as Mike pulled the nub of the cigar out of my mouth and set it in the ashtray, before grabbing the other mostly smoked cigar and firmly planting it back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, pig,” Mike growled, jacking his cock and rubbing the tip of it in my hair and across my face, “You look so fucking hot smoking that cigar while that metal rod fucks the inside of your dick. Can’t wait until I get to paint the walls of your guts with our loads.” Greg continued to fuck the sound in and out of my dick, and after a few minutes, he began to move my hand up and down, jacking my self on the sound. “Yeah…. That sound is nice and deep in you,” he growled, holding it in place as I began to stroke myself, “Show your daddies how much you love it. Fucking take it.” This continued on for several minutes, with Greg asking how much I loved what he was doing, and Mike telling me how hot the scene was. I couldn’t help myself and started jacking off my dick rougher and rougher, telling them how fucking good it felt. Finally I felt the telltale feelings I was about to shoot my load. “Oh, fuck, I think I’m about to shoot,” I groaned, still jacking my cock hard as Greg continued to help push the rod back down inside my dick. I could see a small puddle of precut had already formed on my stomach, pooling easily around my abs. “Fuck yeah, shoot your load for us!” Mike and Greg said nearly in unison, as I began to jack myself off with reckless abandon. “Fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped, the feeling of humming building hard and fast deep in my dick, “I’m gonna fucking nut, shit…” Suddenly, I felt as my dick began to erupt, shooting with such force that half the rod shot up out of my dick, the first volley of cum squirting around it and onto my stomach. I continued to roughly jack my cock as Greg quickly pulled the rod out, as I continued to pump several more times, causing me to yell out wordlessly with each massive spurt. It took me a solid minute before I finally felt like I was done. I looked down, amazed at the amount of cum I had shot. My cock was covered, with a massive white puddle pooling on my abs. It was hands down the largest amount I’d ever produced. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, Greg then began to rub the end of it in the pool of my cum, coating it thickly before shoving it back into my mouth. “Fucking taste yourself on that cigar,” Greg said, before he and Mike began to do the same thing with theirs, scooping up the massive amount of cum. It reminded me of when I was a kid, after begging my parents for it, they’d break down and buy me one of those Fun Dips and I’d share it with my friends. Following their lead, I took the cigar back out of my mouth, scooping more of my cum onto the end of it before putting it back in my mouth, the salty and somewhat creamy flavor contrasting the taste of the cigar. The three of us grinned at each other as we slowly scooped up my spent load, sucking it off the end of our cigars until finally only a slick sheen of my spent land remained on my stomach. Finally, Greg broke the silence and picked the rod up and held it up vertically along side my still hard cock. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, grinning at me as I set the spent cigar out of my mouth and placed it in the ashtray, “Thats how deep it was inside you.” “Holy shit,” was the only thing I could think of as a reply. I was pleasantly shocked at the length, as I never imagined something so long would fit in there and actually feel good. I let out a small laugh as Greg stepped back and Mike took his place. “That was amazing,” I said, still riding the high of endorphins after summing so hard. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” Mike said, as he slowly pressed the head of his cock against my now wet and slightly stretched hole, giving me a wicked grin. “Now it’s our turn to cum.”

Oh, yeah, I’m with you, uh… AIDSfaggot (hmm, somehow addressing you as such seems, well, rude). I know that readers are inclined to egg on the writers to tease out their stories ad nauseam. But this one, I think, would have benefitted from bidding adieu several installment earlier. Maybe it’s because the dogpile of humiliation reached critical mass for me. I just skimmed over the degradation in the last few chapters. The thrill is gone. Or, at least, dissipating. I mean, c’mon! I get the idea: At every turn, one or the other of our main characters—Austin or Dolt… er, I mean, Colt—gets pressed into service as a worthless hole. That standing is then zealously reinforced by a colorful array of indignities. Don’t these boys have, like, summer jobs? And as long as they’re used to humiliation, they should see if any of their college applications were accepted. You’re right, AIDSfaggot (that name doesn’t get easier): This story started out as a masterpiece. Our author, pervinmt, knew exactly how to push our buttons! And he demonstrated that talent at every turn—and I realize that’s true for some readers all the way through. But I had to give up.

Thomas and Roger were the next two gentlemen who entered the room. Both of their cocks weren't very big but looks can be deceiving. They both stood in front of me while I would suck one cock and jerk off the other. I repeated this process for a while before Thomas laid on the floor and had me mount his cock. Just when I got his cock all the way in me Roger pushed me slightly forward and then slid his cock into my pussy along with Thomas'. With Roger sliding his cock in my pussy I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate both cocks. It hurt to be stretched out but I knew I didn't have a say in the matter. Once Roger had his cock in all the way both gentlemen stayed still for a couple of minutes while my pussy adjusted to it's new position. With me being a little over 5 feet tall and each of these gentlemen being well over 6 feet tall I was in perfect position for them to start fucking my pussy in unison. The feeling of having two cocks sliding in and out of my pussy in unison was pure bliss. My little clitty was soon spurting out cum onto Thomas' stomach. Thomas had sores everywhere and I started licking as many as I could while being fucked. The blood on my lips had dried up so I begged Thomas to slap me to get my lips bleeding again. He happily obliged and soon my lips were cut open again. With my new cuts I continued licking Thomas' sores. With their cocks rubbing together in my pussy both men didn't last too long. After about 10 minutes of fucking my pussy Roger said he was about to cum. As soon as he started Thomas soon started cuming right after. Feeling one load of cum erupting in my pussy is one thing. But 2 cocks at the same time is out of this world. These men gave me so much cum that I could hear the slurping noises coming from my pussy. Once Roger went soft he slipped his cock from my pussy. But Thomas stayed hard. He started thrusting his hips hard into my pussy. Roger came around in front of me and started fucking my mouth at the same time and it wasn't long before he was hard again. Roger must have read my mind because he took his cock from my mouth and rammed it back into my pussy along with Thomas's cock. Fuck I was loving being double penetrated. I was moaning so loud it drew my Mom's attention. As I'm getting my pussy fucked hard by both of these cocks she entered the room and just watched her son being a dirty whore for these men. Everyone knew she was my mom so it didn't surprise anyone. She was encouraging both men to fuck me like the dirty nasty whore I was becoming. Both men obliged and really started fucking me much harder and making my pussy so fucking sore. It wasn't long before both men were coming again in my pussy. Thomas came first followed by Roger. I don't know where these gentlemen had the energy to fuck me like they did in their condition but I loved it. As each of their cocks went soft and they pulled out of me they both collapsed. Mom rushed me out really quickly while they attended to them. I was led to a private room away from everyone. 30 minutes later Mom came in and told me they both passed away. I was saddened by hearing this. She comforted me and told me that it was their wish to go out like that. She said she was proud of me for making their last few minutes on earth enjoyable for both. She said while they are taking care of cleaning up the area this room would be my new play area. She said that I still had more men to satisfy. I confessed to Mommy that each of them had cum twice in my pussy and both times I it was from double penetration. She kissed me on my forehead and said that's good to know because the next two men coming are thicker than any cocks you have had so far. My clitty got excited and squirted in front of my Mommy. She just laughed and as she was walking out the door she said Goddamn you are such a dirty little faggot.

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.

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

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The good news is that things are much better now and our brothers are getting better help and living longer. As a community we have a lot of cultural rebuilding to do, especially when it comes to protocol. Our charge is to impart upon the young what we learned from our elders. So many boys to discipline, hopefully we get to all of them.

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Just got home from a sex party i was invited to. Swallowed about 12 loads throughout the night and another 10 went up my manpussy. I wasn't the only Bottom but I was definitely the only whiteboi as everyone else was Black. Sucked all that the BBC and even ate some black Asses.

The video had been running for close to 10 minutes, yet I could not sustain a boner. Hayden was getting his ass eaten by the 2nd guy. Even with Terry’s hand rubbing the side of my arms, my crotch was soft like a bag of sand. I’m told that this was expected, especially if I wasn’t used to the substance I had smoked which I discovered is called T for Tina. Personally, I’d refer to it as Terry instead. I was envious of Hayden’s body. His figure was that of a fraternity boy I would’ve stared during lectures with lust and thirst. There were some frat boys back then who I would hook up with, regardless if they were top or bottom. As I watched Hayden’s hole squirting out the cum of the 4th or 5th guy who had plowed him, my mind raced to the previous times I had a jockish frat boy like him under me. Back in college, I had been texting the president of one of the fraternities that was known to throw parties but not too excessive given that a quarter of their members were on football scholarships. He had a body which proved his linebacker status on the field. The president and I had been meeting discreetly with either one of us blowing each other, nothing more. One day, he asked if he could fuck my hole. It was one of those post semester parties and we were already drunk. I told him only if I could do it too. He didn’t hesitate too long. There was no need for him to even ask in the first place since I didn’t notice he came when he was inside me. His girth barely went deep. My cock was bigger than his. When it was my turn, I gave him a rimjob that caused him to moan in a higher pitch than his regular voice. With only my spit, I fingered him with a twist and turn, going in deeper than his cock had been in me. After I pushed the tip of my cock into his hole, he started to screech and I had to cover his mouth, telling him to be quiet or else the whole house is going to see the star athlete getting rammed by a god damn independent. It was obvious that he was taking a cock up his ass for the first time. It took ages for his hole to take my entire 6 inch but when I started to thrust, he learnt to accommodate. It was one of the tightest holes I’ve had. My cock popped out a few times while I fucked him mercilessly. The same moans echoed in a rhythm, begging me to keep going. I came after 10 minutes, filling him up without a drop. The president came back for more after that night. He had fucked me once whereas I never kept score. A reliable booty call despite his schedule. I rarely went to his games. It wasn’t out of spite or wishing that we could’ve had something, more so that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself still or hide my boner when I see him running on the field with the outline of his jockstrap framing his ass. The last game I went, I told him to not change after the match. He showed up at my place later that night and left with 3 of my loads in his hole. He had come hands free when I asked him what his girlfriend would say if she knew that he likes to take cocks up the ass. The contractions from his hole onto my cock led me to drop the final load in him. We never kept contact after graduating, but I’ll never forget that ass of his. I refocused back on the screen to see Hayden taking up another cock on his back. I stand corrected, his body was leagues ahead of that frat president. He was quieter, panting with more purpose when the guy over him started to pile drive. Terry was already ahead of me before I could utter my thoughts. “Hayden here was the captain of the lacrosse team at this liberal arts college a couple of towns over. Was in a little frat too. Everyone called him captain there. With us he’s just our bitch boy.” I see it as a rule of thumb, though oftentimes, the ones who lead the pack, whether it’s a sports team or a fraternity or any of that alpha-related manosphere, are most likely the ones that do so as a need to compensate for their repressed desire. The desire of wanting a cock up their ass is a struggle they constantly face and forced to contain. Most would spend their 20s fantasizing, secretly looking up gay porn to wank with guilt after coming. They belittle weaker ones within their cohort to assert supremacy while masking insecurity but the moment a cock enters their hole, there’s no turning back. The longer these guys contain, the more feral they would become. Terry agreed with me, concluding that there’s not much difference between Hayden and that Frat President in a sense. He then asked me if I was enjoying the night so far. It was almost 1 AM. I said yes, even if I couldn’t jerk my cock off. Terry laughs, advising me to take it easy. I gulped, staring at Terry. I was ready to call out his bluff but his expression didn’t change. He opens his robe slowly to expose his body in its bare and natural form. It was leaner with more tattoos than I remembered. I could trace his thick veins exposing throughout his limbs and his thick 8 inch cock carried a pierced stud. Never in my life did I expect to find myself in this situation. He held my head again, turning it to have my lips meet his. I pushed my tongue into his and his into mine. A long embrace where he would pinch my nipples and caress my back. He stopped to sit up on the head of the couch, spreading his legs open. “You want a taste?” It was hard and veiny like the rest of his body. Thicker than mine with a slight curve. Surprisingly, I swallowed without struggling, unfazed by the piercing passing through my throat. I choked a few times forcing me to drool. My eyes stung and I looked up to see Terry who kept saying good job kiddo. He finally pulled his cock out of me and said that tonight was a teaser. Tomorrow is the full show. He left immediately after. It was close to 3. “I’m going to bed. You can watch and learn or practice in your room.” I didn’t linger on the sofa long enough to see what was coming next. Terry had switched off the lights, leaving the screen as the only glow in the room. The video of Hayden was coming to an end with Terry applauding. He declared 12 loads with not a single stain on the sheets. He pushed a finger into Hayden’s hole, claiming how warm the cum was before he let Hayden lap it up like it would quench his thirst. I made my way to my room to try and get some rest but it was impossible. I tried to read some books and go through the magazines but it was futile. What did Terry mean by practicing in my room? I looked under the bed, opened the cabinet, checked the containers on the shelves before it hit me. The wardrobe. I flung both doors open. There was a drawer below. In it were toys and lube of different kinds. I tried one, then two and the next thing I knew I was on the 5th which I couldn’t take. I hadn’t been stretched in a while. By then I also realized that I heard noises coming from outside. It was 7 AM. I kept going, hoping to fit in the sixth. I was on the bed, pushing and pulling it out, practicing my hole to grip and suck it in. Eventually I got hard after, jerking my cock with my right hand while my left was sliding the dildo. It didn’t take long. The climax was intense. I’m not one to moan but my legs were shaking when my cum shot up to my chest, some even going as far to my neck. I let out a huge exhale after with a few beads of sweat falling from my forehead. Finally, I was tired and read to doze off. I adjusted the pillow, turning my head to the other side of room and saw that the door was ajar again.

Sticky Situation – Continued Wednesday was the day I was unprepared for. Besides sports duties, I had a single class on Wednesday Morning in Computer Science. Unlike many of my acquaintances, and certainly unlike my brother Adam, I was not a hacker, I was not a coder, I used tech as a tool set and ignored the bits and bytes in favor of jock things and sweat. It was a core requirement and that was that. Occasionally, my attention would sharpen at the term bugs, bug fix, etc. My general assumption the night before querying if I was wearing ‘sign’ was self-evident. It had been the app. Despite my Sherlockian conclusion, I was oblivious to classmates looking at phone notifications when I passed. I was just simply trying to make it through the day despite the pounding the night before. Wednesday afternoon was Athletics Department Duty, as I paused at the assignment roster to see if any changes to my assignments had occurred, the Director, Coach Smith leaned out into the hall and said “Richard, you got a moment?” Sure Coach I replied and followed him into his office. He had not gone to his desk but shooed me further in, hit play on a football tape and locked the door he had just closed. Go sit in my chair! Coach? Sit! Ass I delicately sat, he started explaining. This is not Kindergarten, Elementary or Highschool. We have a full spectrum of teams and athletic programs, we allow some leeway to students and we simply do not have the staff to babysit. I was experiencing some pain as if my numb tongue was inhibiting swallowing. Where was this going? For anyone, but especially scholarship students, I let out some slack when deserved and tighten the reins when needed. By this time I had learned how to swallow but mystified on how to gulp. To say I was still confused would be a massive understatement. Richard, you are as disruptive as a magnet in a compass factory. By this time, he had moved behind me, pushing his office chair out of the way. Sometimes lessons need to be driven home. He pulled down my shorts, spat on his cockhead and slid for home plate. Oof! I exclaimed in shock and disbelief. He started a ‘lesson plan’, First: We will have to work out a way for you to stop popping boners in front of players; It is distracting to gay and straight jocks alike! Second: The next time you jack off in a therapy tub you will be cleaning it with your tongue! If I notice you enjoying that too much, it will be the whole Hydrotherapy Bay! And Third: I had better be the last person to get bonus points from your ass your or dick during Athletic Department Scheduled Shift Hours… You..thrust….Got…thrust….Me…thrust…? and I could feel his uncut cock unloading as I came all over his blotter and clenched my asshole. I was blushing the crimson red of the lipstick of a whore during fleet week. Now turn and clean my cock! I turned, squatted and was a little startled he was still firm after painting my colon with his sperm. I started hesitantly but he drove it home and I complied with his orders. I kept sucking but did look up and he gave a slight smile. You might just be coachable after all. Now scoot! And turn off that App during duty hours, and thanks for the bonus points. I realized his phone had been vibrating. After I had left Coach Smith’s office my embarrassed red shade faded as my panic subsided. I fumbled into the phone application, set the toggle to silent running, rechecked my roster assignment since my short term memory had no recollection of what I had read there before Coach’s pep talk and went on with my duties. I skipped dinner, drank some water, and went to bed early to troubled embarrassing dreams. Thursday Morning I was better rested and focused that the days before. I had a late morning class College English 101 & Introduction to Writing. Besides the college core, some side topics included Journalling. My Gallows humor quipped to me that If I journaled half the stuff that had happened to me this year, the journal would burst into flames. The afternoon athletics department roster had me busy but it went quick. I had been thinking I needed to get into longer runs that just my track work and I wanted to stay away from the woods near the athletic fields for the time being. As a slave to the Sports Staffers, one of the perks besides the scholarship was my own gym locker in the farthest crannies of the student locker room, but it was mine to use for the year so I switched out of trainers for my Running Shoes, did a circuit of the gym doing light stuff and stretches and his the cross country trails away from the cruising trails. I went up my favorite hill path and realized my subconscious was dragging me towards the trail toilets for the County Park. I drank some of the tepid water from their broken water fountain and went inside to piss. some of the lighting was out but from the shoes and wheezing sounds, it looked like the Troll was doing his thing. I could not see who was in the center stall but I got into the other end stall. Troll was humping away and there was some yipping and some moaning. When the Troll was done. Mr. Center leaned forward and whispered let me suck you. He had not given the proper signal, but then I had not known jack when I was in his position first time either. I started putting my dick through and got a lick, then was sucked down to the hilt. He was either well trained or a natural cocksucker. As I got rampart hard he turned and whispered fuck me! And before I could act, he sheathed his ass on my cock, doing all the work like it was his calling to be a bottom. The hole was pretty tight, the Troll was not large, could he nearly be a virgin? As I thought about his tight hole, it started clenching and I went over the edge into orgasm mode. I heard a satisfied sigh from the other stall I caught a wiff as he pulled off my dick and sternly commanded clean my dick, haven’t you ever heard of a cleanout? My flesh hole turned, and complied with a few gags. Richard said don’t puke on my dick or you get that too! Then all hell broke loose. First there was a roar of pipes like Bike weekend at the Farm. Second was Burt bursting into the toilet shouting Ralph! What are you doing to Richard? I shouted Burt! Wait! As I opened my stall door and as Burt looked at me with my dick still out, Ralph ran screaming out into the night losing his shorts, his jock still around one ankle. For once, Burt was at a loss for words, I was processing that no words could describe the whole big picture situation and as I was reaching for any words to start with, there was a ruckus outside. Just then the Troll emerged and said Hey Hollywood, you always put on a good show! ….not the end……

Fuck your "bad". If you did something right, would you say "my good"? Fucking stupid useless phrase. Don't say it again.

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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.

Ultra right wing and right wing movements are subject to the same forces as other political movements: in-fighting, jealousy, power struggle, disillusionment, doubts about the philosophy espoused by the movement etc. While there hasn't been a direct threat to Trump's leadership of the MaGA movement, the one great leader will likely be seen as having become too centralized in his powers and other power brokers in the movement will soon want a greater share of the power. It will be truly interesting to see how it plays out in the case of His Orange Hindness, as you so beautifully refer to him. MaGA is truly a strange combination which has attracted people with serious human and mental problems. Latinos, Immigrants, Blacks, LGBTQs, women have all signed up to drink the kool aid, and then they are surprised that powerful men with no checks to their powers behave in evil ways!

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.

Thanks, verbalBTTM, for that lovely memory of a truly hellish time. Now where is that box of Kleenex .....

The best I can figure out, is that they are sure the contents will confirm one or more of the conspiracies that they have been believing and promoting. Some of the MAGA focus their devotion on His Orange Hindness as their savior, other members of MAGA are clearly devoted more to the conspiracies and are ready to reject Trump if he fails to confirm. I've said before, in this forum and others that MAGA isn't as monolithic as it superficially appears to be. I'm not even going to guess what this does to them as a coalition, every time I try to apply any kind of logic or reason to their coalition they prove me wrong.

This will be a longer story. So stay with it. Maybe it is not immidiatly what you expect. For the rest enjoy it The neon lights of the local bar flickered against the polished mahogany, casting an otherworldly glow over the faces of my friends and me as we clinked our glasses together. The air had the scent of alcohol and laughter, a potent cocktail that promised a night of unbridled fun and reckless abandon. The music was a steady pulse in the background, setting the rhythm for our conversations and the occasional shuffling of our feet as we felt the first whispers of the beat in our bones. We were all dressed to the nines, our clothes sticking slightly to our skin in the humid warmth of the bar. The drinks were cold and strong, each sip a delightful shock to the system that had us all feeling a little less inhibited with every passing minute. The evening was young, and the excitement of the night ahead had us all buzzing like a hive of eager bees, eager to find our sweet spot in the urban jungle. As the hours ticked by, the conversation grew louder, the laughter more raucous. The time to move to the next stage of our nocturnal escapade had arrived. With a collective nod, we gathered our things and made our way down the road to the throb of bass that signaled the heart of the nightclub. The line outside was a serpent of vibrant energy, writhing to the music that spilled into the street like a siren's call. The bouncer, a mountain of a man with a stern face, checked our IDs and let us slide through the velvet rope. The club was a cavern of sensory delights, the music a living entity that filled every corner, making the walls pulse and the floor vibrate beneath our feet. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and perfume, a heady mix that was as intoxicating as the drinks we had consumed earlier. We wove through the crowd, our eyes scanning the sea of bodies for the perfect place to anchor ourselves. My friends and I danced with a variety of women, their smiles as bright as the disco lights that painted their faces. Each had a story to tell, a dance to share, a kiss to offer. The night was a tapestry of fleeting connections, a dance of desire and possibility. The music grew more intense, and so did the press of bodies around us, a writhing mass of humanity seeking the same primal release. As the night grew later, the club's energy shifted, the crowd's pulse grew stronger, and my friends began to peel away like petals from a flower. One by one, they shouted their goodbyes over the din, their eyes glazed with the excitement of the night's conquests and the promise of what lay ahead. I remained, not quite ready to leave the intoxicating embrace of the music, the lights, and the unspoken challenge of the dance floor. Then, amidst the frenetic dance of bodies, I spotted her: Manuela, a vision of Brazilian beauty with a round, tempting ass that swayed to the rhythm like a hypnotist's pendulum and breasts that seemed to defy gravity with every step. Her smile was the warmth of a summer sun, and it washed over me as she approached. We danced together, our bodies moving in a silent conversation that grew more intimate with each beat. Her skin was smooth, her eyes a dark, inviting mystery. I was lost in the moment, my mind a whirlwind of desire and the sweet scent of her perfume. As the night grew wilder, my last friend shouted over the music that he'd be heading home, his voice barely a murmur in the chaos. He gave me a knowing look, a nod of approval towards Manuela, and disappeared into the throng of people. The crowd closed around us like a curtain, leaving us in our own little world. She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, "You don't have to go home alone tonight." Her words sent a thrill down my spine, and I followed her through the club like a moth to a flame. She led me to a corner where a group of her friends were huddled together, their eyes glinting with mischief. One of them, a tall, curvy woman with a wicked smile, looked me up and down before declaring, "He can become a nice little gatinha," and they all burst into laughter. I didn't know what it meant, so I just laughed with them. We danced some more, our bodies moving closer and closer until there was no space between us. The music washed over us like a warm, velvet wave, carrying us along in its seductive embrace. I felt Manuela's hands roaming my body, her touch electric and confident, leaving trails of fire wherever she touched. Her friends watched us with amused interest, whispering among themselves in Portuguese. The night grew thick with anticipation, and finally, Manuela leaned in to whisper, "Let's go," her breath tickling my ear. I nodded eagerly, and she led me out of the club and into the cool night air. The streets were deserted, the only sound our footsteps echoing off the concrete. Her hand was warm in mine, guiding me through the quiet, shadowy streets. We talked about trivial things, the conversation a gentle stream that flowed effortlessly between us, masking the thunderous anticipation building in my chest. When we arrived at her house, she turned to face me, the moonlight caressing her features like a lover's hand. She leaned in, her soft, full lips pressing against mine, and suddenly, the world narrowed down to just the two of us. Her kiss was insistent, demanding, and I found myself eagerly responding. Our tongues danced together, a sensual tango that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. Her hands roamed my shoulders, her touch light yet firm, and I felt the first stirrings of something new, something that hinted at a power she hadn't revealed at the club. As we made out, her words whispered through the night, "Você é tão gostoso, meu boiola." I didn't understand, but the tone was affectionate, almost teasing. "You are such a nice boiola," she said again in English, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "And you are going to be a nice gathina," she added, her hand sliding down to squeeze my ass. The term was unfamiliar, but the way she said it sent a shiver down my spine, a delicious mix of excitement and confusion. Without another word, she got down on her knees, her dress hiking up to reveal smooth, toned thighs. She reached for my zipper, her movements deft and practiced, as if this was a dance she had performed a hundred times before. The cool air hit my skin as she pulled my boxers down, and my cock sprang free, standing at attention from the anticipation that had been building all night. Her eyes widened slightly, a look of surprise and hunger crossing her features. "Nice higz," she murmured, her accent thick and tantalizing as she wrapped her soft, delicate hand around my shaft. Her thumb stroked the head gently, sending a shiver through me that made me gasp. "I like that," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate in my very bones. Manuela leaned in closer, her lips parting to reveal perfect, white teeth as she took me into her warm, wet mouth. She began to suck with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had me moaning in pleasure. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before - a masterful performance that had every nerve in my body standing at attention. She was in complete control, and I was her eager, willing participant. Her tongue swirled around my shaft with a skill that belied her innocent demeanor at the club. She hit every spot, her touch as precise as it was passionate. The sensation was overwhelming, and I found myself bucking my hips, trying to push deeper into the velvety heat of her mouth. She took it all, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked me with an enthusiasm that was as surprising as it was arousing. Her eyes never left mine, and the intensity of her gaze was almost too much to bear. As the pleasure grew, so did my curiosity about the term she had used. "What's a gathina?" I managed to ask between gasps. She chuckled, the sound vibrating against my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. "It's a good boy," she said, her voice thick with desire. "A boy who does everything his lady tells him." Her mouth was a symphony of sensations, each movement more masterful than the last. Her tongue danced around the sensitive ridge of my cock, her teeth grazing lightly against my skin, and her hand cupped my balls, applying just the right amount of pressure. It was clear that she knew what she was doing, and she was taking me on a journey that I never wanted to end. But as the crescendo approached, I could feel myself losing control. My hips began to buck more urgently, and I reached down to grip her hair, guiding her rhythm to match the pounding of my pulse. And then, with a guttural groan, I exploded into her mouth, my cum spurting in hot, thick ropes that she eagerly swallowed. She didn't miss a beat, continuing to suck and lick until every last drop had been wrung from me. Manuela got up, her knees popping as she rose to her full height. She licked her lips with a smack and a wink, the taste of me still fresh in her mouth. She reached up and closed my pants, her movements slow and deliberate, almost taunting in their casualness. Before I could fully process what had happened, she was on me again, kissing me deeply. The salty tang of my own cum mixed with the sweetness of her mouth, a heady cocktail of passion and submission that had me reeling. "Maybe next week," she said, pulling away with a smirk, "you come over and see what else I have planned for my little boiola." Her eyes gleamed with a mischief that sent a shiver down my spine, and I nodded eagerly, unable to hide my excitement. I had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by desire for someone. Manuela reached into her tiny clutch and pulled out a pen, scribbling something on a napkin that she handed to me. "Call me," she said, her voice a seductive purr, "and I will tell you where to be next Friday." She leaned in, whispering the words "be a good boy" before she turned and sashayed away, her hips moving with a mesmerizing sway that had every eye in the club on her. After she closed her door. Turned around and walked back home. I could not stop thinking qbout how this night had turned out. I met this beautifull girl and she liked me as well, she gave me her number and even wanted to see me next week again. I opened my door without realizing itand went straight to bed. I felt a sleep feeling happy an d euphoric, i didn't know than what Manuela all had planned for me.

(note, this story has challenged me but I omitted a few things that would interrupt the flow. I also tried to lay out as much as I could before my Ottawa Trip and hopeful loading at the end of the week. {Fingers and Toes Crossed}. I also tried to lay out enough to allow binge reading so that the end of the transmission is not reached before your orgasmic bliss). I also feel obligated (please do not hate me) to point out that the best way to enjoy a party is to NOT croak from an OD). That said, enjoy this latest load: 7-14-c Dr. Fardshisheh and Adam left Richard and Nurse Brukner to their task and went to the coffee shop in the Dr’s Medical Office Building. Over Coffee for the Doc and Tea for Adam the Doc broached some obvious problems and issues. “You know Adam, you have created a Monster. His walks on the wild side is going to get him into trouble”. Adam replied “Don’t I know it, things were much quieter when he was just a dumb straight jock”. I might have even become an Uncle! Little chance of that now”… I have seen this progression in others, but never this fast. Right now, he is a kid with a new toy and it’s unlikely he will ever stop playing with it. However, he is obviously on a road of discovery and who knows what will come of it? Adam responded that Richard with his only real experience as a Jock had never really had a relationship with a girl, and he certainly has not had time to develop one with a guy. His Pozzing Conversion video was a success, has he expressed any interest in doing more? If we box him in, he will bust out. If we create an attractive sand box maybe we can entice him to play within those boundaries and not cross the street? Adam responded, Doc, have you ever gotten sand in your pussy? You think he is agitated now? Sheesh! Doc said lets think on the issue, something might present itself. They returned to the exam room, RN Bruckner was just finishing up. Doc said “Richard? Can you hear me? Richard came out of his daze. This small but plug will not add to the damage, but will help keep you from leaking in public he said as he was inserting the plug in Richard’s sloppy hole. Now lift your legs out of the stirrups and as I did, RN Brukner slipped a thong over my feet and up my legs. Raise your ass please, lets get the strap in your crack to keep the plug in. It’s important to let the medication do its work. You do not need sutures but if you continue down this path, I will have to sew your ass shut. As I laughed Doc continued you don’t think I am serious? Try me! Adam note some of the old Richard’s startled concern flashed over his face. Great, he is still in there,,,, On the way home, Adam commented it’s just as well you do not own a car, what the fuck did you do to your bike? ‘Lost the seat I mumbled’. ‘Lost it up your ass’? Adam asked. Richard tried a stern look but then both brothers broke out laughing. I ordered you a new one Adam said, the delivery prediction is correct, it will be here tomorrow. You are going to take it easy tomorrow, and we will see if anything presents itself. Doc and Nurse Bruckner want us back tomorrow – with the plug and medicines in you. Doc said he will know if you cheat and I believe him. After some tossing and turning, I was frustrated by the small plug in my ass. Wondering just how serious Doc was with his warning, I did not what to find out what he would actually do. But still, the plug was just almost pushing my button. I went to my weight bent, angled the backrest, rolled up a towel bicycle seat style longways and settled the crack of my ass over the lump. MMMM, much better. I drifted off to a dream filled slumber. RICHARD! I startled awake! Mom said “I’ve been calling you” That athletic supporter is indecent, anyway come and get breakfast. Adam said you have not been eating right and I know you have been under the weather. I pulled on some basketball shorts and tank top. Adam was emerging from his room with a look of alarm then relief. Looks like you both overslept! Breakfast is on the table. As I sat and started scooping some cut fruit bits onto my plate. Mom said ‘you have changed’, what have you done with my son? No Bacon? she laughed then asked, Still feeling under the weather? I’ve got to go to work, you boys have fun. As soon as he left, Adam said find your flipflops, lets go. I said who made you boss kid brother? Doc did I answered and unless you want to explain your county health record to your scholarship coordinator and coach, I suggest we get going. As they neared the Dr’s Office Complex, Adam noted that Richard had perked up and almost looked eager. Back in the stirrups, Doc removed the thong and plug. It looks like you have been a good boy. Let’s flush this all out and repack you. Nurse Bruckner stepped up with a bedpan and bulb. Adam said to me and Doc, I have an errand but I’ll be back. Richard was well lubed even after the flush but as Nurse Bruckner was thrusting, he felt a squeeze in Richard’s Ass and the condom snapped. A wink and a smile told the Nurse Richard was OK, but the break was no accident. He put on a heavier duty condom before continuing. Meanwhile, Adam was over at Burt’s smoking a bowl and asking if he had any pozzing conversion parties planned. As a matter of fact, I was thinking Rush Week and Break Week. Rush Week, all the Frat Boys are playing with their Greek Paddles, but the male student body at large is looking to get wild as well. Same for Fall and Spring Breaks. How about a video party? I need to keep Richard out of bad trouble and if we mark different wristbands or better yet collars, people can pre-decide if they want to be in the video for some fame and a cut, or they can opt out with a different color. What do you think? Burt thought for a bit, I have some warehouse space that can be used. Let’s get some lists of todo items. When should we have it? The sooner the better said Adam, but I think we can wait till Rush Week. Back in the stirrups, Richard was getting his plug and thong back. After the condom snap, Richard was able to wriggle and get some prostate rubs which resulted in a happy ending for Richard, a sphincter clutch from Richard, and from his expression, Nurse Bruckner was not displeased about it either. The orgasm did include a scratch feeling inside my piss tube but I thought nothing of it. Adam was not back yet, and Richard told Doc, you said I had been a good boy, do I really need to wait for Adam? Well, your CD4 is better, your IV Retrovirals and meds seem to have everything under control, but no unprotected sex! I took the bus home and saw that my bike seat had been delivered. I put it in the friction clamp and everything was fine. Still in basketball shorts, tank top, thong flipflops and an accessory butt plug on the inside I went for a ride. I remembered I had not stretched and stopped. After a proper round of flexes, I continued up to my favorite trail and found myself by the Park Toilets. I was repeating a mantra of beagoodboy, beagoodboy, beagoodboy as I went inside for a drink and a pee. This time, I took my seat with!!! Nurse Bruckner had not milked me dry because of the happy hands free ending I had while he was packing me. A few boring pstronds came in to simply use the facilities. I was in the center stall, then my Twink came in. My heart beat faster, yes, he came into the left stall with the larger hole. I rubbed two fingers on the edge and his hard cock came through. I started sucking it like I was going to detach it. He was saying easy but seemed to be getting into the vacuum chamber of my Skull Catching. I was rewarded with his salty cream filling, and when he was done spurting and I paused suckling, he turned around and bent over. I took a sniff (musky) and a lick, and realized my slut training had its gaps and omissions. Confronted with a beautiful pucker, I drove my tongue inside and wrapped my Mouth O ring around his Pucker O ring in a passionate French Kiss with my tongue delving deeper. The gasps and purring on the other side of the wall were music to my ears, I found even with the huge nut I had shot before had me hard, so I stood up and shoved my dick home. The pleased sounds from the other side were driving me into rougher and faster thrusts. I was thinking Topping is great, then I remembered Doc, and I asked him if he wanted me to pull out or rubber up? He yelled BREED ME! I shot the entire contents of my balls which felt like it included a pack of jumbled razor blades. I howled and pulled out. As my Twink was saying thanks for that, I was saying great gottago. And hurried out of the stall, grabbed my bike, adjusted the seat, and zoomed home getting a real leg day in. The seat action on my plug was giving my plug a push into my love button and causing a stream of ball dregs and pre to ooze out which felt like more razor blades shaving the inside of my dick. Arriving home, I left the thong on but took an ice cold shower, opened the pouch, and felt some relief. I noticed some dregs of something still oozing out of my piss slit. I tried the hot tub.. Agony! Back to the shower, some relief. Adam found me butt on the side seat, legs in the hot tub, crotch out of the water trying to look innocent. You been good? I nodded. Adam continued – I am sorry Bro, you were pushed into the deep end past the dancing, hanging out, all the non-sex gay stuff that can make a gayboy happy even when his balls are drained or his ass is full. Will you let me help you with this as you start college? I nodded, and then an actual guilty but sincere trigger prompted me to say Adam? Yes? I Love you. During the next days packing session, Nurse Bruckner brought my discomfort and discharge to the Doc’s attention. Lets add in a binary antibiotic, we will have to gang bang this infection. More treatments followed as summer always seems to speed up towards the end. My cock and ass were back to normal. I still was Horney all the time and the Doc had speculated this might be neurological or phycological. Making up for lost time wasting effort on girls when I was obviously not suited for straight life. He said you might even have girlfriends, but they will simply be friends. There is more to life than swapping body fluids and getting high… As I started college, the scholarship director said even though I was local, Coach wanted the new team members in the dorms. It was easier to note curfew compliance, comradery, and getting to know teammates as friends. Surprise, Ted was on the team and Curly (his real name was Nathan) was a constant cheering section. Surprisingly Jeff Bruckner was also often there. When schedules permitted. Nathan had promised not to flash me and distract me from a play, but post game, everything was fair play. Nathan and Ted had also outrun the overweight campus security guard, his cart was definitely not built for rough terrain pursuit. Rush Week approached. I was voluntold by Adam and Burt that my medication vacation services were required for a pozzing conversion party at the warehouse district. I abstained from sex for a week and Burt also hooked me up with Viagra plus favors. As the poarty started the countdown, I was at maximum, Burt had balanced out a Goldilocks load of G, Tinapipe, booty Bump, and Viagra. I had a full load of toxic spooge and an itch to seed. Everyone agreed that they understood the rules. Pink collars were Bare Boys who were not looking for Poz and for the color blind the collar also had the glowing reflection from black lightning. For POZ and anything Goes, Orange was the flavor of the month. There was a ground level wall with gloryholes and cutouts for full padded benches where pozquesters were on their backs with their legs strapped to the wall presenting ass and groin. There were also fuckbenches where pozquesters would be on their stomach with ass to the hole. There was a balcony on construction stage scoffolds that had the stage floor height at just the right height where the gloryhole slot was at mouth level for someone standing upright on the main level while the upper level guest was also in a standing position. The raised floor of the stage also allowed predators to shop for prey and victims from a comfortable vantage point. There were slings of course, but there was no easy solution for sling lizards. I fucked and recharged, Fucked and recharged. There was also a watersports area, but I was trying to not flush too much of the good stuff out of my system. I was finishing up what I thought would be my last fuck of the night with a tight ass in a large round glory hole. The pig was squealing and I was going to town and blew the last of my available deathseed into the sweet ass, then I shouted take my chem piss you slut! The pig pulled off abruptly spun around and popped up and said Richard? DAD!right at that time my troll rounded the wall and asked hey Hollywood, How’s it Hanging? From the other partition, Twink popped up and said, Hey! You gave me Gono! Adam swears it was not a setup, but he got the whole Kodak moment on video (the little shit)! (not the end)

yeah add another in the camp of if my cock is in you, I'm cumming in you. I don't pull out for anyone men or women, my seed always get shot inside. There's no point in sex to me unless I can leave part of me swimming in whoever I'm fucking. roughtly 350-400 holes so far and counting, I love spreading my seed.

@Medwaym As always, thanks for the comment! @nymidtowneast Yeah, just sucks getting sick and then getting thrust into the busiest part of the year at work @kitpig Yeah, just sucks this is always the busiest time of the year for my field, only second to winter @KinkyTallBottom I have been, just been nuts at work Again, sorry for the delay. Been busy working 70+ hours every week at work, picking up a ton of shifts, working on a few major projects on my house, doctors appointments, and just life in general. Hopefully now that the projects are pretty much done for now, I should have a little more free time. Also, been working on something with someone on here. Can't really share anything yet as we had a major wrench thrown in the plans, but expect something hopefully soon on this. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 7- Business Growth Strategies Through Diversification Slowly, I made my way upstairs, letting Greg lead the way until we entered the master suite. My eyes grew big as I took in the sight. A massive bed, larger than any I had seen before took up much of the room, with a closed set of double doors, which I presumed went to the massive bathroom on one side, and a large open door to a walk in closet on the opposite wall. “Jeez, this bed is huge…” I said out loud, slowly walking towards the bed before flopping down face first and letting out an appreciative groan. The thick pillow top of the mattress let my body sink in, making me feel nearly weightless. “Heh, yeah, they call it an Alaskan king,” Greg said, flopping beside me and slowly rubbing his hand on my naked ass, occasionally slipping his finger into my flooded and loose hole, “Makes for a lot of space for orgies.” “And for having sex fueled sleep overs with sexy little cum pigs like you,” Mike said, coming into the room, holding a few bottles of water. Lazily, I flopped over onto my back and watched as Greg got up and walked over to Mike, as the two exchanged a deep kiss. Slowly, I felt my cock stir inside the cage, unable to get hard as I watched the two men continue to make out. Eventually, they broke the kiss and turned to me, motioning at the bed. “Go ahead and crawl in bed, we all could use a quick nap to recharge,” Mike said, before he and Greg went over to the walk in closet. Slowly, I shuffled up the bed, sinking into the mattress easily. Finally, I made it to the top and pulled back the covers before sliding under the comforter. Both men quickly returned, now naked and joined me under the sheets, Mike on one side, Greg on the other. I quickly found myself feeling drowsy, as my body began to relaxing into the deep pillowtop. Slowly, Mike gripped my chin and turned my head towards his, locking lips with me as he deeply kissed me, his tongue slithering around mine. I could taste the cigar and pipe smoke in his spit before he broke the kiss, turning my head towards Greg. “Don’t forget to give Daddy and I a kiss goodnight, boy,” Greg said, before turning over and shutting the lights off on the switch next to the bed. As I then made out Mike, I felt as Greg turned my lower body so that my ass was against his groin. Slowly, Mike and I broke apart as well, and after fully turning onto my side, I slowly drifted off to sleep, my hand draped over Mike’s cock and balls. ——— I woke up groggily what felt like a few hours later to the feeling of Mike holding my tight against him, his hard cock pressed right at the entrance of my hole, threatening to breech it with just a slight movement. Slowly I pushed my ass back, enjoying the feeling as Mike’s cock slowly slid deep inside me. Instantly, Mike let out a sleepy groan and pushed his hard cock in deeper. I let out a shaky sigh, and slowly began to work my ass back and forth on his cock, enjoying the achy feeling of my well used ass getting stretched out again, using the previous cum loads in my hole as lube. After a few minutes, Mike grabbed both arms around me and growled softly in my ear. “Mmmmm, does that hungry boy hole need a midnight snack from Daddy,” he asked, punctuating the question with a hard slam deep in my hole. Slowly, I twisted myself slightly and locked lips with him, making out as he slowly began to work his thick cock in and out of my hole. Eventually, I broke away from the kiss and looked over at Greg, who now appeared to be slightly awake, his covers now slid off and working his hardening cock in the dim light of the room. “Looks like a pretty hungry hole there,” Greg said, shaking his cock at me, “Roll him over babe.” Quizzically, I looked at Greg, as Mike suddenly grabbed my legs and brought my knees to my chest before rolling us both back on to his back, cock still lodged in my hole. I watched as Greg slowly got up on his knees and shuffled over to between Mike’s legs. Suddenly, he gave his hard dick a few shakes. “Open wide boy,” he said, grinning, before pushing his dick against my already filled hole, “Daddy and I are gonna give you an extra helping of man meat.” Slowly, Greg began to push his hard dick into my hole, alongside Mike’s cock. I let out pained groan, feeling as though my ass was splitting in two. Slowly my ass began to open as the second large cock slid into me. “FUCK,” Greg growled, before finally giving a solid slam and seating himself deep alongside Mike’s cock. I groaned more and breathed hard, willing myself to relax at the intense stretching of my ass. After a few moments, Mike and Greg slowly started pistoning in and out of my hole, using the cum in my ass as lubricant. After several minutes, the pain slowly gave way to pleasure as I began to get used to the stretching sensation. “Pig boy seems to love getting stretched out, babe,” Mike said, a smile across his face, “Making his tight hole fucking milk my cock here.” I began to push back on the two cocks, mentally trying to make my hole squeeze down on their cocks. This caused Greg to groan happily, as he started to fuck my ass faster. “You close babe,” Greg asked, grabbing on my waist and helping me slam down on both their dicks, “Want to shoot together in his hole?” “Fuck yeah, getting pretty close,” Mike groaned. The pace picked up even more, and suddenly I felt one then both cocks twitch inside my ass, before Greg let out a loud growl, and then my ass felt like it was flooded by two cocks shooting at once. I suddenly felt my balls pull tight against my body as my cum shot through the slit on the cock cage, drooling out a large load onto Mike’s stomach. Greg slowly pulled out his spent, cum covered cock out of my ass before rolling me over and off of Mike’s cock. Grabbing my head, Mike pushed my head towards his stomach, wordlessly directing me to clean my load off his body. I went lower and licked Mike’s cock clean before turning my head and sucking the remaining cum on Greg’s spent cock. Exhausted, I flopped back on my back as Greg got up and walked over to his side of the bed, grabbing two of the water bottles. Handing one to me, I opened it and took several gulps. Handing the bottle back wordlessly to him, I flopped back against the pillow, once again spent and exhausted. Greg climbed back into the bed again, this time pulling me against him as we all three drifted asleep. ——— Two more times in the night I was bred, first by Greg and then again by Mike. This time, each one fucked a load in my ass solo silently before we drifted back to sleep. Eventually, I woke up as Mike was getting up and getting dressed. “Got to go in to work for a few hours, sexy boy. I’ll be back by the time you and Greg get done running a errand,” he explained, before kneeling on the bed and kissing me deeply. I nodded and laid back, feeling as Greg’s yet again hard cock pressed against my hole. “Have fun babe,” Greg said groggily, playfully pressing his cock hard against my ass, letting jus the head pop in. Mike quickly left the room, smiling and shaking his head, as Greg continued to tease my hole. Finally, he pulled out, and turned to look at the clock. “Come on, time to get up and get ready,” he said, shucking the covers off of both of us. Slowly I got up, stretching and feeling my back pop, as my ass throbbed. Quietly, I followed Greg back into the bathroom as he turned on the shower and we both showered in silence, feeling my self get turned on when he turned to me and aimed his cock at me, covering me in a shower of his dark morning urine. I knelt down on my knees as he pissed on me and once he finished, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked the last remaining drops off of his dick, causing him to happily groan. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, slowly fucking his cock into my mouth, “Suck that man piss out of my dick.” Satisfied it was clean, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and motioned for me to stand up before shutting off the water. “Time to get dressed and run a few errands,” Greg chuckled, before giving my locked cock a few tugs. We walked back into the bedroom as Greg went to the closet, pulling out a plain pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, tossing them at me. “Try these on, see if they fit,” he said, before walking back into the closet. Slowly, I pulled each on, impressed to see each fit pretty much perfectly. Turning around I watched as Greg walked out of the closet, wearing a olive grey shirt and khaki shorts. “Fit ok?” He asked walking over to the door, not waiting for my answer. “Yeah, thanks for the change of clothes…” I said, quietly following him down stairs and into the garage, as we both entered his gleaming black SUV in silence. Greg started up the vehicle and as we pulled out, he handed me a pair of sunglasses, before pulling on a pair of his own. I looked around for a second before he spoke. “Don’t worry, windows are tinted, nobody will recognize you,” he said, slowly rubbing his hand up my thigh after shifting the car into drive. We sat in silence for a few minutes as he drove towards a part of town I wasn’t as familiar with, his hand rubbing and squeezing my thigh, turning me on and continuing to make the cock cage well known to me. “So, boy,” he began, slowly reaching my balls and fondling them, “Tell me about this late night hookup in the park.” Slowly, I gulped and slowly began my recount of the encounter, starting at the found condom in the woods and my thoughts on it before finally ending on the guy in the woods. During my retelling, Greg would occasionally reach back over and adjust his cock in his pants, the story obviously turning him on. Finally, he spoke. “So, boy, Daddy and I were talking, and its time we set up some ground rules,” he said, as he calmly pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall. I nodded, and waited. “First off, you will continue your smoking and we want you to start collecting used condoms full of cum,” Greg explained, reaching to my sweatpants and slowly working a finger up to my puffy, well used hole, “Daddy and I noticed that full condom with random spunk in it and have a fun plan for you on it. As long as its fresh and warm, collect the condom loads. Also, you can blow anyone you want. So what you did the other night is ok in our book.” I nodded, shifting slightly as his finger poked into my asshole, the nail dragging slightly on the swollen skin. “Next, no more shaving and no more cutting your hair. Daddy and I want something to grab on to while fucking you. In fact, we want to shape you into our perfect son. So that means we decide on you getting tattoos and piercings, and we want you addicted to smoking,” he said, adding a second finger in my ass, “You can give input and ask for things you like, and we will consider it, but you will do as we ask. Because you want to be our boy.” This time, I let out a shaky breath and a nod, my cock painful as my dick tried to harden, trapped against the walls of the cage. “Third, when ever we tell you to come over, you will stop what your doing, and come over to service us,” he said, grinning, shoving a third finger in as if to drive the point home, “If there is something major that you absolutely can’t leave, you will tell us ahead of time, but otherwise, when we tell you to come over, you come over.” I groaned, feeling the fingers sliding in and out of my ass, the nails on his fingers occasionally catching and causing me to flinch. “Last, taking loads. Unless me and Daddy tell you otherwise, any guy that fucks you will have to wrap up. You can save their load in the condom, and tell them its for the plan we have for you, “ he said, finally working the fourth digit into my ass lips, causing me to groan louder, “Anyone who we’ve told you can load your piggy hole is allowed free access, or who can show you a text message saying we gave them permission to use your sweet hole. Got it?” I nodded, breathing hard as Greg slowly worked the four fingers in and out of my ass slowly. He smiled before suddenly pulling them out and shutting off the car. “We’re here at your first field trip, boy,” he said, opening the door and slamming it shut, waiting for me to exit as well and follow him into the building. The nondescript shopping center had a few shops in it, ranging from a Boba Tea Shop, to a tanning salon, and a few other places. However, dead ahead was one that piqued my curiosity. Brewer Cigar, Tobacco and Men’s Gift Shop, the sign above the entrance read. The sign on the door said closed, however, and I went to tell Greg as such when he pulled out a large bundle of keys and unlocked the door, letting both of us in before turning around and locking it behind us. “You in here yet, Ben?” Greg called out, as I looked around the store. Various pipes and tobacco were on display, as well as he opposite wall with various men’s gift things, like humidors, ashtrays, custom lighters, golf bags, paperweights, and the like. Slowly I walked around the room, taking everything in as a muffled voice came from the back room. “Yeah, just grabbing some inventory from the back,” the voice yelled out in a deep booming bass. Out walked out a tall and heavy set man with muscles and a thick beard, unlit cigar in the corner of his mouth. In his hands was several boxes of cigars, each displaying a different name. “Hey man, got here earlier than I though you would,” Ben said, before reaching around and giving Greg a large hug. “Yeah, made good Tim going across town. Mike sends his love,” Greg said, looking around before stepping behind the counter. “Who’s this then?” Ben said, suddenly turning towards me, and embracing me in a hug as well. “That’s our latest ‘project’,” Greg said, smiling as I could almost see the quotations around the word in the air, “Loved what Jay and Gordon did with theirs, and decided we had to have one as well. Figured we’d bring him out and about for a few errands.” Suddenly I felt Ben’s meaty hand slowly drifting down, running under the loose grey sweatpants and firmly gripping my ass cheek, one of his fingers gently probing at my hole. “I’m the first to take a crack at him other than you two,” he asked, before pulling his finger out and giving my ass another squeeze. “Yeah,” Greg said, turning around and looking at the wall full of pipes, “Mike figured you could use a pick me up after your break up, and we figured you’d be more than willing to help Riley here out with a nice discount on getting turned into a real smoking man.” “Fuck yeah, think I can be more than willing to give him a few pipes and cigars, maybe more depending on how good a time we have,” Ben growled, smiling, “He a virgin to smoking?” “No, sadly, we got the pleasure of starting him,” Greg said, smiling, “But he is one that’s always more than eager to please, aren’t you boy? Has quite the warm and inviting hole too, and you would know he skipped breakfast. Maybe you could help out with giving him a protein shake or something…” I nodded, feeling somewhat turned on with how their were talking about me, like a pet or some sort of sex slave. Which if I thought about it, I was in a way. “Fuck yeah, think I think I can come up with something in the lounge,” he said, grinning. Slowly he lead me to the door marked Cigar Lounge and shut the door behind us.

While I am happy to suck off a single cock here and there, it is, without a doubt, much more fun to spend hours at the adult bookstore sucking off multiple strangers. I love working the gloryhole very much, but I also love sucking men of in the theater areas so other men can watch me get used. One of my favorite things is to be on my knees or laying on my back begging a man to give me his cum as he jerks off over my face with an audience. I always hope the other men will add their cum to his. Interestingly, most of the time they do not. However, I often get them later on at the hole. Some men just don't want to do it publicly. Me, I absolutely LOVE sucking cock in front of other people. And, once I get that first cock in my mouth, I can't stop until I have to leave for work or some other responsibility.

An amazing journey, both in terms of sexually and literature. A nasty pleasure to peep in your fabulously twisted mind.

This isn't anything new. Even in rural areas, the percentage of those guys who identify as "straight" but were still on the DL is very high, almost equal to those living in metropolitan areas. As I have gotten older, many of the guys I have hooked up with were formerly married to women, or have children from past relationships. I figured that was a "sign of the times" as many who were willing to talk about the subject said family pressure was the main reason they married and had children, not because they really wanted to. I moved from a more rural area to a metropolitan one, and I found that the percent was about the same. Also, if I met guys through say through the now defunct Craigslist, those guys were not the same as those who would post profiles on say adam4adam, or barebackrt. I would say the majority identified as bisexual or said they were straight, but wanted to have sex with a guy once in a while. I heard reasons like "My wife won't suck my dick" or "She won't do anal". When I lived in "the country" so to speak, the three guys who I saw on a regular basis were either married, previously married or were living with a woman. I used to think there was something wrong with me that I attracted guys that used to have sex only with women, but after talking to other guys I found that they too, were having sex with guys who identified as bisexual or wouldn't even go that far. I make it a point not to ask personal questions when I first meet someone. It's not my business, no one forced them to respond to my profiles or come over my place. But after a few years and seeing a personal twenty or thirty times, I felt a question here and there was fair game and those who continued to stop by eventually opened up and talked about their personal lives. After all, it's just sex, there is no emotional involvement, and no one owes anyone an explanation. But a little background info about how you ended up in my bed on multiple occasions made me more comfortable with them . In most instances, I answer their texts first.

PART 3 Joel was shaken . . . and he was amazed. The shorter man had made no sounds of protest. He had swallowed that load of cum and then had allowed another man to unleash his own cum load into his ass. Joel's head was spinning. Never had he ever imagined such things happening. Now, he had witnessed it with his own eyes. Joel looked down at his towel and found it being stretched tight from the pressure being applied by his own dick. Joel left the steam room and hesitantly walked back toward his room. At the top of the steps to the basement, he heard a voice and turned toward it. Standing in front of him was a black man. He was about 6 feet tall, weighed about 160 pounds, had a nicely muscled body, a shaved head, full beard and moustache, and had his left nipple pierced with a big bar sticking through it. Joel shook his head hesitantly. "Are you okay, dude," the man asked again. "You look a bit shaken up. Do you need help back to your room? Are you diabetic?" The man quietly kept asking him questions seemingly concerned. Joel shook his head and said, "No, I'm fine. Thank you. I . . . I . . . I just witnessed a man give a blow job to one man and then get fucked by another in the steam room. Neither of the men used a condom. I'm not used to seeing such." Joel walked on to his room and let himself in. He sat on the bed rehashing what he had just witnessed. All he had wanted to do was to enjoy the steam not watch a porn show. One thing puzzled Joel though: He had seen his own dick react to the two scenes. Even now his dick was hard just thinking about it. What was happening? Was this normal? He had always thought in his mind how repulsive the thought of sex between men was. But, now that he had seen it somewhat up close he didn't know. There was a knock at his door that brought Joel to his senses. Who could that be? He didn't know anyone. He opened it and saw the black man who had offered help. "Yes?" Joel asked. "Man, you were shaken back there," the quiet bass voice cooed. "I thought you were going back down the steps head first from the way you were swaying. You need at least to drink some water for me dude. Coming out of the steam room, you need to replenish and hydrate yourself. Come on now. I'm not taking no for an answer." His calming voice eased Joel's mind as the man twisted open the bottle of water and held it out to him. "Come on now; drink it all down." Joel nodded and took the bottle. He tilted the bottle upward and began swallowing the contents. It tasted stale and stopped. Joel frowned looking at his waterman. But, he tipped the bottle once more and finished it off. "It tastes a little odd," Joel said. "but, I do thank you." "Yeah, it's a cheap brand they sell here," the black man said quietly and smiled.

I have to say there is nothing quite like sinking your cock into the ass of an innocent young guy knowing that yours is the first to ever enter him. And knowing that you'll be leaving behind a hot load of poz cum makes it even more exciting. Tim was in his freshman year at school and it turns out although he knew he was gay for most of his high school years he kept is totally hidden since his family wouldn't have accepted it at all. And since there were plenty of parental controls on the computer back home he really was an innocent until he got to college. Freed from the shackles of his home but still closeted he started exploring gay porn and discovered he loved it. He also discovered the pleasure that comes from working his fingers up his ass while he was masturbating. We met because he had decided he wanted to try gay sex and luckily for me he was still interested staying in the closet so for the moment guys at school were out. When he arrived at my house he was the picture of an innocent 18y/o virgin college freshman boy. About 5'9 and around 135-140 lbs with a swimmers build. He was one of the smoothest guys his age I've met with light brown hair, blue eyes and peach fuzz still present. He came in and we talked for a while helping him to relax since he was clearly still very nervous. That being said he obviously had a raging hard on that demanded some attention. I led him back to my bedroom and we started with some passionate kisses our hands naturally reaching for the others cock and stroking them gently through our pants. There is nothing quite like a boy exploring his sexuality for the first time and Tim's hormones where in overdrive as his long repressed desires began to blossom. We quickly stripped naked and I was deligted to find Tim sporting a rock hard 7.5" cut cock that looked even bigger on his thin frame. It was framed by a small patch of pubes and his balls and as I found out his ass were still perfectly smooth. Stroking his bare cock for the first time caused Tim to shudder as mine was the first hand other than his own to caress his lovely tool. I kneeled to suck him but before I could get started I couldn't help but notice that he probably hadn't showered before coming over. I asked him if he had and it turned out I was correct. Typical of a first timer he hadn't thought through this issue nor that he needed to clean his ass out so I suggested we go have some fun in the shower. Getting him in I began gently washing his body rubbing my hands all over him and spending some extra time soaping up his cock. The whole time Tim stood their passively shuddering now and then in utter exctasy. When I slid my fingers down his ass and began working the soap up his virgin hole soft moans began to escape his young throat. He was soo fucking hot I could have just rammed him right there but I wanted to take my time and really enjoying giving him his first fuck. We got out of the shower dried off and returned to my bedroom. Sitting him on the bed we started with some passionate kising and stroking again before I began licking my way down his chest. I worked my way down to his cock and started with just the tip kissing it and licking it swirling my tounge around it as my hand gently rubbed his smooth balls. Tim was in heaven moaning and trying to hump his cock up into my mouth and soon enough I swallowed his shaft deep giving him the first blowjob of his life. I've sucked a few cocks in my time but I was determiend that young Tim really enjoy this so I pulled out all the stops. Sure enough he was panting, moaning and writhing as his body experienced a level of pleasure he'd never known. I could sense his load building but I wasn't ready for him to cum yet so I pulled off of his cock. You like that I asked him? "Ohh fuck yeah...it..it was unbelievable!" he said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. time for you to suck mine" I said to him. I stood up and ordered him to kneel in front of me. "Just go slow at first like I did" I told him "and make sure not to use your teeth!" He grabbed my 8" cut cock in his hands and as he squeezed it a big glob of pre-cum leaked out. Tentatively at first he leaned in and tasted it and finding it to his liking he began licking all over my shaft and cock head. Then having worked himself up to it he took the head in his mouth and began to work his way down it. At about halfway down I could tell his mouth was full and he started bobbing up and down. I let him go on for a while enjoying the picture of this innocent young kid sucking his first cock before I put my hand on the back of his head. "Breathe through your nose.. You need to learn to suck all of a mans cock boy" I told him as I placed my hand on the back of his head and started gently forcing my cock down his throat. He began to gag and tried to back off but I held him firmly and once he started doing as I told him the rest of my 8" death tool slid down his throat. Holding him tight I began fucking his mouth and after taking a minute to adapt he quickly got better at it and started truly deepthroating my cock. I woked his mouth until I felt my own nut starting to build and then I pulled out and proceeded to slap his face with my cock a bit. "You like cock in your mouth don't you boy?" I asked. He nodded yes and asked "did I do good sir?" and by way of an answer I pulled him to his feet and gave him a kiss. "Very nice for a first timer son" I pushed him back onto the bed and got atop him humping our cocks together and making out with him. Our hands roaming over eachothers bodies as we did. Then I once again worked my was down his chest and coming to his cock I began to deepthroat it once again. I worked his cock for a few minutes and then went down to his balls giving them a thorough tounge bath. Then I lifted his legs and speading them wide attacked his perfectly smooth virgin ass with my tounge. This drove him wild as he moaned and quivered and shuddered as my tounge invaded him. I spent several minutes workign his ass open and getting him nice and ready for my thick fuck tool. The object of my desire lay helpless under me and it was time to fully defile this innocent virgin boy. I rolled him over and pulled his ass up a bit leavign him face down with his butt sticking up in the air. I appled some lube to my cock and his hole and guided my cock head to the waiting entrance. "Wait aren't you supposed to put a condom on?" He asked me. "Maybe so kid but I don't like them and only fuck raw...It feels so much better this way" I told him. Rubbing my cock head against his hole i said "Your call kid you wanna get fucked or not??" I knew at this point there was no way the kid was gonna stop his desires and hormones raging at full force and my cock posied at his hole. "Ok" he said "but just be gentle ok it is my first time". I began to push in and as I did he began to whimper his small cries coming at a very high pitch. Gently working my cock into him I could see his face in the mirror closet doors eyes screwed tight shut and he fought to accept my cock in his virgin ass. I sunk my cock in deep and began a smooth gentle fuckign motion. He continued to whimper but it was getting clear that my cock head hitting his prostrate was moving him from the agony of first penetration to pleasure. He began pushing back into me and it was all I could do not to cum right there as the picture of this inncoent kid impaling his virgin ass on my poz fuck tool was too hot for words. I continued to pound his ass slowly picking up speed and driving my cock in a little harder each time. I decided I want to see his face looking up at mine when the moment came to i spun him back onto his back and spreading his legs remounted him and resumed my fucking. I could see from this angle the wanton lust in the kids eyes and I began to stroke his cock as I fucked him. "Ohh fuck yea man... do me ...yeah God that so good.uuhh....uhhhh.uhh..oh God....fuck....." he was moaning as the sensations of his first fuck overwhelmed him. I could sense him getting ready to cumm and at the same time I knew I couldn't last much longer..... "Fuck yeah kid here it comes!!" I cried out as my load boiled up in my balls..."Gonna cum inside you boy." I told him. "Yeah give it to me" he begged in a high pitched whimper and my cock exploded inside him shooting jet after jet of hot poz death fluid deep in his no longer virgin and now defiled ass. As I came his cock exploded as well shooting a good 4-5 thick jets of cum up his chest, onto his face and even onto the headboard of my bed. Feelign the death fluid filling his ass I worked my cock in extra deep making sure his hole was well coated by my load. We ended up lying there for a while and after he recovered we talked a bit an I encouraged him not to be afraid to let guys his own age fuck him too. Before he left that night I fucked another load of poz cum up inside him. We stayed in touch and over the next few weeks I gave him a couple more loads but none as hot as that first time. He also told me he'd hooked up with a couple of guys at school as well. Then one day he shows up at my place in tears. I invite him in and he proceeds to tell me he got sick and after going to the doc he was told he was poz. We talked for a while and by the time we were done he understood that it wasn't a death sentance and that in fact now that he had it he could feel free to much as much as a cum slut as he wanted to be. I fucked another load into his ass before he left and I have a strong suspicion that a cum slut is exactly what he turned out to be.