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Chapter 4 – Oh Daddy The entire length of his daddy’s dick was now inside of Aiden. It was sending waves of pleasure through his body. He had just realized that it was his real dad inside of him but he did not give a fuck. All that mattered was the pleasure coming through from his hole. He was in love. In love with his Daddy’s dick. Aiden was left speechless. His body was in euphoria. The high from the T and the dick in his hole. Then it started moving in and out slightly, back and forth. S: Damn your so damn tight, son. Relax and loosen up for Daddy. Sid reached around the boy and found his nipples. He played with them, flickering them, rubbing them. This helped the boy relax a little. Sid could finally get some kind of rhythm going. The stationary camera was getting great footage of Daddy’s dick and balls slamming into the boy’s hole. A: oh Daddy! Daddy! Hearing that and watching made Todd hard as can be. He had long lost his boxers and had been walking around the room naked, with 8 inch dick sticking straight out. Every time he hear Aiden say “Daddy” made his dick throb. He knew he had to wait his turn but was counting down in his head. A: Fuck Daddy. Fuck me. Sid pulls out and backs off the bed. S: turn around and scoot your ass to the edge. Aiden gets into position as ordered. Sid picks up Aiden’s legs and rests them on this shoulders. He spits on his dick and lines it up with the hole. S: Beg for it. Beg for it son. A: Please Daddy! I need it. I need your big dick in my hole. I feel empty without it in me. S: What about your tight little hole? A: Loosen me up Daddy. Fuck me loose. Wreck my hole. Sid was satisfied mentally with his conquest. Now back to the physically. He jammed his dick back into the hole in one push. He was balls deep before Aiden could clinch down. Sid starts long dicking his son. A: Oh damn, it’s so big Daddy. Feed me that Daddy dick. S: Oh son. Take your Dad’s dick. I’m gonna fill you with my cum. A: Yes, Daddy. Fill me up. I need your seed. Sid continues to jackhammer he boy. The man and boy are covered with sweat. Their bodies making slapping noises that fill the room. The boy reached for his dick to jerk off but the man slaps his hand away. S: No son. You get to cum when I say so. A: oh gawd. It feels so good Daddy. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking your son. Sid was getting close but did not want to cum just yet. He stops his thrusting and pulls out. Aiden feels the emptiness without anything in his hole. A sadness takes over him. A: aww, why did you stop? S: Because I’m in charge, boy. Now move over so I can lay down. Sid lays right in the middle of the bed. He waves the boy toward him. S: Okay now, you’re going to sit on my dick and take the whole thing. No whining. Be a man about it. Aiden straddled his Daddy and his ass hovered over his Daddy’s dick. He starts to lower himself. The head touches his hole and sends electricity through his body. He needed that cock in him asap. His hole was twitching knowing what was to come. Lowering further, Aiden takes the thick head and an inch or two. S: That’s right. You’re in charge of how fast to go down on it. Take your time. Aiden didn’t want to take his time. He needed the dick in him now. He took a large breath and pushed himself down all the way to the base. His hole was throbbing. He knew he took too much too soon but he didn’t care. He needed to be filled with dick. S: Good. Now rock back and forth with your hips. Yes, good. Keep doing that back and forth. We’re gonna find your boy button. You’ll know it when you find it. Aiden rocked and rocked and then came to a spot that sent chills up his spin and to his dick. He shivered slightly. S: That’s it alright. Daddy found your boy button. Now I know what angle to fuck you in to fuck the cum out of you. Sid gripped Aiden’s hips and starts fucking him upward at the same angle as his boy button. The boy was in shivers over and over and over. He couldn’t believe that his Daddy was making him feel so good. A: oh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy Without warning, cum starts shooting out of the teen’s hard dick. The teen’s hole squeezing down on Sid’s dick. S: Oh fuck son. I’m cumming. Take that cum. Ohhh fuuuuuck. Aiden could feel the cum being shot inside of him. Filling his insides with warm gooeyness. He counted 5 full shots of cum. Aiden looked down at his Daddy. He had shot his boy load all over his Daddy’s chest. Sid picked some of the cum up from his chest with his finger and fed it to his son. Aiden took the cum coated fingers into his mouth like it was honey. Sid grabbed on to his son and pulled him close. He then rolled over so that he was on top now. his dick still in his boy’s sweet hole. S: Okay son, now I’m going to move and my dick is going to pull out. Squeeze your hole shut and keep the cum in there. Got it? Sid backed away pulling his dick out. The boy did as he was told to do and squeezed his hole shut. He saved all the cum his daddy had dropped in him. Todd starts clapping. T: Good job guys. I knew this would be a fucking hit getting you two together. Hey I’m not ready for my turn yet. Put a plug in him, alright? Todd threw a buttplug over to Sid. He lined it up with his son’s hole. He jammed it into the boy. The boy yelped from the sudden intrusion. T: Go ahead and give the plug a squeeze. It’s that lube feeder one I special ordered for pushing cum into the bottom. Sid squeezes the plug and the liquid squirts into the bottom. Aiden is fine for a minute but soon starts to squirm around. A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you?

i have a FB i write about fairly often in the "...last load given/taken" thread. He contacted me on Squirt at the beginning of Covid and has been breeding me 3-4x a week now for five and a half years. He told me when we met He was 25. He's a pretty hairy Latino Muscle Boy, so he easily passed, but i found out later He was 22 making me almost 3x his age at that point. He identifies as BI and is on the dL, so i never initiate with him, yet He consistently contacts me 3-4 times a week wanting sex. i'm pretty sure i'm the only guy he's had sex with, and i really don't understand why He's attracted to me, but i'm grateful to have Him in my life. He's a really sweet guy, and even though i know our relationship will always be limited to FB, we both obviously get something of value out of it, there's a real connection there. A little over a year ago, he started venturing into versatile territory from total top. Normally, that would not work for me, but for Him, i'm able and happy to give Him what he wants, even though it's not my disposition. Turns out, he loves to get fucked lol. i have to take viagra to make that happen for him. my equipment works fine, but psychologically i just don't get hard when a guy wants my cock, i only get hard when a guy wants my ass. A life mystery. We've probably had sex >1000 times now, but i have not cum during sex with Him, and He always breeds me before He leaves. He says He loves to "bitch" me, and the way He holds me when He fucks...yeah, that's about describes it.

I've been traveling a lot, and getting my fair share of sex since last spring, but found myself back at home in Portland and horny the weekend before my 56th birthday. I had almost decided to skip the frustration of trying to get laid in the PNW this weekend. I had either fucked or been fucked every night my last week in Hawaii, so I wasn't desperate. I had flown the red eye back from Honolulu Thursday night, and still put in a 10 hour day on Friday, so it was Saturday morning before I figured out it was cool and rainy here in Portland (it normally doesn't rain between the 1st week in July and the 1st week in September here). Guys here usually fuck even less when it is warm and sunny outside than they do when it is cool and rainy. So I decided to role the dice and go to the blackout party at Steam (Hawks was having some kind of trans fetish event). I arrived just before 8 pm and had a hard time finding a parking place, and noted that there were a lot of out of state plates while searching for a parking space, another good sign. Then had to wait in line for 20 minutes just to get in. On the way to my locker to strip down I noted there were actually holes on offer in one of the play areas but no fucking, so I was boned up by the time I was naked. Since I was already freshly showered, I went immediately to the play area I had seen holes being offered and by this time they had a top going from hole to hole and for a change none of the 3 bottoms insisted he go take a shower between holes, so I joined him in sampling the 3 bottoms and wound up having him fuck me as well, and then got fucked by a 2nd guy before deciding to head to the playroom with the sling. Since the sling was empty I hopped right in and when I went to apply more spit to my hole, discovered I was already bred. For a change I wasn't completely ignored in the sling, I had 2 guys come up and suck my cock briefly, and at the same time had a black guy come up beside me and offer his cock to me to suck and found me cummy hole with his hand. Once he was hard he shooed off the cock sucker that was still working on me, gave my hole a brief licking and started plowing me hard and fairly quickly gave me breeding number 2. By this point, we had cleared the playroom, and I was super hard so I went back to the playroom and sunk my dick into the super loose wet hole I had been in earlier and dropped my 1st load of the night. After a short break, I went back to the bigger playroom and had several guys fuck me until I was hard again and started fucking one of the other bottoms that had been on all fours next to me on the bench. Almost immediately the 1st guy that fucked me came up and shoved his dick in my ass while I was fucking, my absolute favorite fucking position. Unfortunately the other bottom didn't take the hint that he needed to get a little lower so I could squat a little bit for the shorter guy that was fucking me from behind, and I broke it off since I was having too hard of time keeping the pole in my hole while keeping my pole in the other hole. So I went back to my position on the bench hoping the guy who had been fucking me would follow, he didn't he stepped up and fucked the bottom I had just vacated and 3 other guys fucked my hole a little with him fingering my sloppy hole if it didn't have a cock in it. Once the 3rd guy pulled out of me the 1st top finally switched back to my hole and asked me if I wanted his load and quickly bred me. Once he pulled out I licked him clean and made out with him for a bit before he headed to the showers to go home, and I decided to breed the other bottom. After a nice break, my next fun happened in the sling playroom, a large group had formed someone was in the sling getting fucked, several guys were fucking on the bench and around the room. A shorter twink came up and started sucking my dick and fingering my now very sloppy hole, before he started fucking me. Before to long he pulled out and backed up on my once again hard dick and I fucked him for a while until he said he needed a break. Around that same time the guy getting fucked in the sling got bred and hopped out, and a curly headed guy hopped in and started getting fucked by a guy who had fucked me several times. He pulled out and another guy took his place, a shorter older guy with a huge dick pulled out of a twink on the bench and walked up behind me and I impaled myself on his dick and got bred by him at the same time the curly headed guy got bred in the sling. The curly headed guy motioned for me to take my turn in his hole and after a long fuck I gave him my third load of the night. After 3 loads and being just days short of my 56th birthday, I figured I was done topping for the evening, but stayed knowing I could continue to get fucked. I had took a couple dicks on the bench in the bigger playroom when I started getting fucked hard by a black guy with dreads and a big dick, I'm not absolutely sure, but think he bred me. Not too long afterward I saw him get bred on the upper level of the suck ramp and asked him if he wanted more and wound up fucking and breeding him on the bench for my 4th load of the night. I stayed another couple of hours and took several more dicks, including the black guy with dreads in the private sling room, but unfortunately he couldn't stay hard very long. Eventually a guy my age started fucking me in the playroom sling and shot a 4th confirmed load in me and I called it a night. My balls were empty and my hole was as loose and cummy as it had been since my weekend in Palm Springs back in June. All in all a really great night of debauchery for my birthday weekend, and a phenomenal of fucking by local standards.

Nice surprise for the bottom [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/can-i-breed-poz-you/

The video call connected with a soft chime, Jay’s face appearing on the screen with that familiar smirk—half amusement, half hunger. Doug had barely settled onto the couch, his skin still buzzing from the memory of last night’s party, the way bodies had pressed against him, the way Chris had used him. His cock twitched just thinking about it, the weight of his phone warm in his palm as he angled it to hide the way his free hand was already drifting toward his lap. “You look wrecked,” Jay observed, voice low, eyes darkening as he took in Doug’s flushed cheeks, the way his breath hitched when their gazes locked. “Arthur and Piet’s party that good, huh?” Doug swallowed, his fingers brushing over the fabric of his sweatpants, teasing the outline of his thickening cock. “You have no idea,” he murmured, voice rough. “It was… intense. There were so many guys, and they all just—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale as his fingertips traced the seam of his zipper, imagining it was Jay’s hand there instead. “They knew what they wanted. No hesitation. Just… hands and mouths and—fuck, Jay, I’ve never been used like that before.” Jay’s tongue flicked over his lower lip, his own hand disappearing beneath the frame of the camera. “Tell me,” he demanded, voice dropping into that gravelly register that made Doug’s stomach clench. “I want to hear everything. How many cocks did you take? How many loads?” Doug’s breath stuttered as he palmed himself through the fabric, the pressure sending a jolt straight to his balls. “I lost count after the third load,” he admitted, voice trembling. “There was this one guy—big, rough, just shoved me against the wall and—” His fingers fumbled with his zipper, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet of his apartment. “He didn’t even ask. Just spit in his hand and—” The head of his cock sprang free, already flushed dark, precum beading at the slit. Doug groaned, stroking himself slowly, his grip loose but needy. “Fuck, Jay, I let him. I wanted it.” Jay’s breath hitched, his own movements growing more urgent beneath the table. “Good boy,” he praised, voice thick. “You deserve to be used like that. To be filled up. Tell me—were any of them particularly special?” Doug’s hips jerked, his stroke faltering as his cock throbbed in his grip. “Y-yeah,” he gasped. “One of them—Chris—he told me how loaded he was. Recently converted. Said he wanted to infect me.” The words sent a shiver down his spine, his balls drawing tight. “I begged for it, Jay. I wanted it so bad.” Jay’s groan was raw, almost pained. “Fuck, Doug, you’re gonna make me cum just from listening to you.” The camera jostled slightly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the silence between them. “Touch yourself. Pretend it’s me fucking that tight hole of yours raw. Pretend I’m the one filling you up with my POZ cum, knocking you up proper.” Doug whimpered, his hand flying over his cock, precum slicking his fingers. “Jay—fuck—” His voice cracked as his orgasm crashed over him, his cock pulsing in his grip, ropes of cum splattering across his chest, his abs. He shuddered, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the last of his release dripped down his fingers. Jay’s own groan was guttural, his face twisting in pleasure as he came, his voice a filthy whisper. “Good boy. Such a slut for it.” For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the sticky heat of release clinging to Doug’s skin. Then Jay’s smirk returned, lazy and satisfied. “You know,” he drawled, “I was thinking… Chris and I go back a ways. From Arthur and Piet’s parties. Bet he’d be up for a threesome when I get home.” His eyes gleamed. “But don’t wait for me, baby. Take as much of that poison as you can handle.” Doug’s chest tightened, his spent cock twitching at the thought. “You—you’d really want that?” Jay’s laugh was dark, knowing. “I live for it, Doug. Knowing you're getting bred? Fucking hell yes.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “Just don’t tell me after. I wanna hear it while it’s happening. Wanna hear you beg for his toxic cum.” The text came the next afternoon, just as Doug was stepping out of the shower, his skin still prickling from the scalding water. His phone buzzed against the sink, Chris’s name flashing on the screen. Chris: Miss my cock already, chaser? Craving another dose? Doug’s fingers trembled as he typed back, his cock already stirring at the memory of Chris’s weight pinning him down, the way he’d owned him. Doug: I sure as fuck am. Your place? Now? Chris’s reply was instant, a filthy promise that made Doug’s knees weak. Chris: Door’s open. Be ready to take it like the hungry slut you are. The apartment smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with the musk of last night’s encounters. Chris was already naked when Doug stepped inside, his cock half-hard, veiny and thick, the head glistening with precum. He didn’t speak, just crooked a finger, beckoning Doug forward like a dog in heat. Doug obeyed without hesitation, stripping as he crossed the room, his cock aching, desperate. Chris’s hands were on him the second he was close enough, shoving him onto the bed, flipping him onto his stomach. A rough grip on his hips yanked him up, ass in the air, and Doug moaned, spreading his legs wider in invitation. “Fuck, you’re in heat,” Chris growled, his fingers digging into Doug’s flesh. “Already dripping for it.” A thick finger pressed against Doug’s hole, teasing before sinking in knuckle-deep. Doug gasped, his cock leaking onto the sheets. “You want this, don’t you? Want me to fill you up again. Knock you the fuck up.” “Yes—please—” Doug’s voice was a broken whine, his body trembling with need. “I need it, Chris. Need you to—fuck—” His words cut off into a cry as Chris’s cock pressed against him, the stretch burning, perfect. Chris didn’t go slow. He slammed home in one brutal thrust, his hips snapping against Doug’s ass, his cock buried to the hilt. “Gonna breed you, chaser,” he snarled, his rhythm punishing, relentless. “Gonna pump you so full of my poison you’ll feel it in your bones.” His fingers tangled in Doug’s hair, yanking his head back as he fucked him harder, deeper. “You’re mine tonight. My little incubator.” Doug sighed, his cock throbbing, untouched but aching, his orgasm building from the sheer filth of Chris’s words, the way his body was being used. “Yes—yes—” He could feel it, the heat coiling in his gut, his balls drawn tight. “I’m gonna—fuck—” “Do it,” Chris commanded, his voice a dark growl. “Come for me, slut. Milk my cock with that tight hole while you shoot.” The order sent Doug over the edge. His cock pulsed, cum spilling onto the sheets in thick, messy ropes as his ass clenched around Chris’s pistoning cock. Chris groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, his release flooding Doug’s body, hot and thick and endless. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, Chris’s cock still half-hard inside him, his cum dripping out of Doug’s stretched hole. Doug panted, his body humming, his mind hazy with endorphins. “Jay… the guy I'm dating...” he murmured, the thought slipping out before he could stop it. “He wants a threesome. With you.” Chris’s chuckle was dark, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Doug’s hip. “Oh, I know Jay.” His teeth grazed Doug’s shoulder. “He loves watching his boy get bred. Bet he’d get off on you taking both our loads.” Doug shivered, the idea sending a fresh wave of arousal through him. “You’d—you’d really be into that?” Chris’s cock twitched inside him, his voice a filthy purr. “Dude, I’d love to see that pretty hole of yours stretched around Jay’s cock while mine’s still leaking out of you.” His fingers pressed against Doug’s entrance, pushing his own cum back inside. “Think you can handle two of us knocking you up?” The extra key Doug had given Jay turned in the lock three days later, his voice calling out before the door even swung open. “Doug? You decent, or am I walking in on you getting railed again?” Doug’s laugh was nervous, his fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt. He was anything but decent—his body still ached from Chris’s rough handling, his hole sore in the best way, the memory of their encounter fresh and filthy in his mind. “Just me,” he called back, though the words felt like a lie. Because it wasn’t just him anymore. Not after everything. Jay strode into the living room, his gaze raking over Doug with that familiar hunger, his silver beard glinting in the afternoon light. “Miss me?” he asked, but his tone was knowing, his smirk telling Doug he already knew the answer. “Always,” Doug breathed, stepping into Jay’s space, his hands finding the hard planes of his chest. “But I might’ve… invited someone else to miss you with me.” Jay’s eyebrows shot up, his interest piqued. “Oh?” Doug bit his lip, his pulse racing. “Chris is coming over.” Jay’s grin was slow, predatory. “Well, well.” His hands slid down to grip Doug’s ass, squeezing possessively. “You’ve been a busy boy, haven’t you?” His voice dropped, his breath hot against Doug’s ear. “Did he fuck that tight hole of yours raw? Fill you up with his poison like you begged for?” Doug’s cock jerked, his body reacting instantly to the filth in Jay’s voice. “Y-yeah,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “He—he bred me, Jay. Said he wanted to infect me.” Jay’s groan was dark, his fingers digging into Doug’s flesh. “Fuck, Doug. You’re gonna make me hard just talking about it.” He pulled back just enough to meet Doug’s gaze, his eyes burning. “You want that, don’t you? Want us both to knock you up. Fill you so full of cum you won’t know where one load ends and the other begins.” Doug whimpered, his cock straining against his jeans. “God, yes—” The knock at the door was sharp, impatient. Jay’s smirk widened. “Speak of the devil.” He gave Doug’s ass one last squeeze before stepping back. “Go let him in, slut. And strip on your way. I want to see that used hole of yours when he walks in.” Doug obeyed without hesitation, his fingers fumbling with his zipper as he made his way to the door. Chris stood on the other side, his expression dark with hunger, his gaze dropping immediately to Doug’s exposed cock, already leaking. “Fuck,” Chris muttered, stepping inside, his hands going straight to Doug’s hips, pulling him flush against his body. “You’re dripping for it already.” Jay’s voice cut through the haze of desire, low and commanding. “Get on the bed, Doug. Ass in the air. Let Chris remind you what it feels like to get bred.” Doug moaned, crawling onto the mattress, his body trembling with anticipation. Chris didn’t waste time, his cock already free, thick and veiny, the head glistening. He spat into his palm, stroking himself as he knelt behind Doug, his other hand spreading Doug’s cheeks wide. “Look at that mess,” Jay murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he stripped, his own cock already hard, curving down toward his balls. “Still gaping from last time.” His fingers traced the rim of Doug’s hole, bringing it to his lips. “Mmm. Tastes like sin.” Chris didn’t tease. He lined up and slammed home, his cock stretching Doug open in one brutal thrust. Doug cried out, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his body already aching for it. “Fuck him hard,” Jay ordered, his voice a dark growl as he stroked himself, his gaze locked on where Chris’s cock disappeared into Doug’s body. “Knock up my boyfriend, Chris. Fill him up with that toxic cum.” Doug’s vision whited out, his cock throbbing, his orgasm building from the sheer filth of Jay’s words, the way Chris owned him. “Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—” “Do it,” Jay snarled, his hand flying over his cock. “Come for us, slut. Show Chris how much you love taking his poison.” Doug’s release hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing, cum spilling onto the sheets as his ass clenched around Chris’s pistoning cock. Chris groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, his release flooding Doug’s body, hot and thick and endless. Jay didn’t give him time to recover. His fingers replaced Chris’s cock, scratching inside Doug’s stretched hole, pushing Chris’s cum deeper inside. “Gonna fuck you now,” he growled, his cock pressing against Doug’s entrance. “Gonna breed his toxic load in as deep as it can go.” Doug sobbed, his body trembling, his mind a haze of pleasure and filth. “Jay—please—I need—” Jay’s cock sank into him in one smooth thrust, his hips snapping against Doug’s ass, his rhythm punishing. “What do you need, baby?” he demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me exactly what you want.” Doug’s voice broke, his confession spilling out in a trembling whisper. “I—I want to be pozzed. I want you to infect me. I need it, Jay. Need to be—” Jay’s thrusts faltered as he shot deep into Doug's second ring, his expression darkening, his cock still buried deep inside Doug. For a moment, there was only silence, the weight of Doug’s words hanging between them. Then Jay’s voice came, barely above a whisper, his fingers tightening on Doug’s hips. “Maybe you already are, baby…” His voice cracked, his gaze locked on Doug’s face, his expression unreadable. “You're awfully hot in there.”

Chapter 3 – The Silent Treatment T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy. The drug fueled boy slowly turned around and glimpsed the beauty standing in the doorway. It was just like his dad in the face. But he was all sex god from the neck down. Aiden eyed the man in front of him. His eyes traced the chest hair on his perfect pecks, to his dime sized pink nipples. He had the same sized nipples and the thought made his dick bounce. His vision lowered down the man’s happy trail, down to his red bush sitting above his hard dick. His bush the same shade of red as he had. And the throbbing uncut dick sticking straight up just like his own. The same shade of pink skin. These observations were sending the twacked boy into heat. Who was this man of his dreams? He needed to know him. Aiden needed to attack that dick and get the man’s load. The twitching from his hole was becoming irresistible. Sid stood there solid and stoic. He looked at the boy on the bed. The smooth fucker was just sitting there looking so fuckable. He couldn’t believe the naked twink before his eyes was there primed up for the mounting. But could he do it? Could he actually defy nature and bury his seed in his son. His mind was cluttered with the drugs flowing through his veins. His mind was screaming for him to turn around and run away. His hard dick was screaming to push a warm load into the boy’s tight little ass. Which would win out though? Sid needed a moment to think. He stood there in silence. The boy before him had returned his fingers to his hole. The boy was fucking himself on his fingers. This was too much for the man, after all, he was only human. This hot fucker was going to get what he deserved for being such a fucking hot whore before his eager eyes. Sid walked over to the boy and said nothing. He reached down and flicked the boy’s left nipple. A hard breath escaped the boy’s mouth. Sid reached down and grabbed the boy by his dick. A soft moan could be heard from the boy. Sid released the picked up the pipe and lighter that was sitting next to the boy. He walked over to the side table and packed the bowl and walked back to in front of the boy. Sid lit the bowl and sucked in a big hit. He bent down and pushed his lips to the boy’s mouth and blew the cloud into his lungs. After the man released his lips, a cloud was blown out by the boy. The man lit up again and pushed his lips to the boy again. The man pulled the boy from the bed onto the floor. The boy is on his knees. The shotguns resumed. On the fourth time, the man bent down and started making out with the boy. When they broke the lip lock, the man held the pipe up to the boy’s mouth and lit the bowl for him. Instead of crouching down for another kiss, the man stood straight up and pushed the boy’s head down to his dick. The boy instinctively opened his mouth and took in the head of the man’s dick. He let the cloud escape around the head. A soft “fuck ya” was heard in the room from Todd, the man recording the whole experience. Sid fed another hit to his son and again pushed him down to his dick. This time he was able to take half of the shaft into his mouth. They kept this going until Aiden was able to take all 7 inches of hard meat into his mouth. The boy could feel the hair pushed against his nose and the balls against his chin. He could taste the precum at the back of his throat. He was in bottom heaven. Aiden released the smoke and tried to pull him mouth off the throbbing dick but the man grabbed the back of Aiden’s head and held it in place. The man pushed his dick the full length into his throat. Aiden bucked and tried to pull away and breath. He was almost ready to pass out when the man let go of his head. Aiden pulled away and took a huge breath in. Bits of thick slobber hung from the corners of his mouth. Aiden’s eyes began to water and he looked up at this new daddy. He wasn’t scared. He was super turned on. The man just stared back to the boy in silence. The longer the silence, the more the boy wanted to keep his daddy satisfied. The man grabbed the boy up and threw him on the bed. He did another shotgun and made out with the teen. After 2 big bowls, the man just lay down on the bed. Without speaking a word, he motioned for the boy to come over to him and positioned him into a 69 position. The boy got into position with his dick and balls hovering over his daddy’s mouth. He himself had his watering mouth directly above the man’s pink lovestick. Without waiting for direction, the boy took the dick in hand and placed his mouth on the tip. Aiden could taste the precum that had collected on the tip. That’s when he felt it. The man gripped the boy’s dick and licked it from tip to base and then his balls. Small moans could be heard form the boy as he was taking more and more of his daddy’s dick in his mouth. Aiden continued to go down on the man’s dick until he was down to hair at the base. The man grabbed the boy’s ass cheeks and gripped them in his palms. Moans escaped the boy. The boy was soon rewarded by the man with teasing his warm hole with his finger tip. He grazed the hole just enough for the boy to feel it. This was making the boy feel amazing. He kept bobbing on the man’s dick, letting it throb in his throat each time he took the entire length. Sid used his hands to push the boy forward a bit. He put his head up a bit and met the boy’s ass. His tongue dove into the wet hole. This drove Aiden crazy. He had never been rimmed before and he returned to bottom heaven. Aiden was in ecstasy and lessened his effort on the dick before him. He was just licking the head now. That’s all his brain would let him process to do since he was getting sensory overdrive on his hole. Sid had almost forgotten that Todd was there filming the scene. Todd had gotten close to get a close up of the boy’s smooth hole glistening with spit and lube. Sid returned to rimming the boy. Todd backed up and went to the bag of T. He fished out the 2 largest shards. He estimated that each shard was about 0.3 or 0.4. Boy was the boy going to be flying. He hands off the shards to Sid. Sid pushed the boy away forcefully and jumped off the bed. Aiden was on his feet now too. The man grabbed the twink by the wrist and wrapped it around the boys back. He pushed the boy down on the bed. Aiden crawled up the bed a bit and bent his head down. His ass was on full display. The twink was so turned on by the fact that the man was controlling the whole scene without even speaking a word. It made his hole pucker. Sid noticed the hole winking at him and he knew it was time. He dove his head back into the boy’s ass. The man was eating the smooth hole like he was starving – being generous with the saliva. The boy’s hole was super wet when he backed away slightly. Sid took the larger shard and placed it at the boy’s opening. He looked before him at the perfect twink ass before him and he pushed his head forward. He opened his mouth and lightly bit the porcelain globes. This was unexpected and the boy jumped slightly and relaxed his hole. The man took the opportunity to push the shard all the way in with his 2 fingers. It took a moment but the boy started complaining. A: oh daddy! It burns daddy. Oh fuck. While still in doggie position, the boy turned his head to see behind him. He found his daddy’s face. The face was full of lust. The man put his finger (other hand) to his lips. S: Shhh… Sid followed the command with a small tug on the boys balls. This made the boy yelp. But he shut the fuck up. Once the burning had stopped, the boy was again trying to fuck himself on the fingers inside of him. Sid pulled out and grabbed the other shard. He pushed in the same way with 2 fingers. The hole was spasming – gripping and then relaxing, repeat. Once the second shard had dissolved, the hole slowed the spasming down to a small rhythm. Sid pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his leg. He picked up the pipe and refilled it. He took a few hits. Aiden stayed in position. He didn’t know if he should move or not. Part of him thought that if his daddy wanted him to move, he would have moved him himself. He stayed in position while his daddy finished his bowl. Sid put the pipe down on the side table. He walked back behind the boy. The boy’s hole was so tweaked that it was puckering on and off nonstop. The man put his hand on the boy’s ass and pushed him down flat. His legs giving way and he was now flat on his stomach. Sid jumped up on the bed and laid directly on the boy’s body. The teen could feel hot breath on his neck and ears. He could feel the chest hair on his back. He could feel the hardness of the dick up against his ass crack. Sid used his knees to get in between the boy’s legs and spread them apart. Sid was positioning his dick into the right spot when a familiar voice broke the silence. Todd was on the far side of the bed, where their heads were. He had his phone up and close up to Aiden’s face. The sweaty mess of a boy was there for the video, for all to see. Todd paid special attention to get his eyes in the shot. The boy’s pupils were the size of dinner plates. T: Tell the camera you want it. Tell the camera you want your daddy’s dick. Tell the world. A: I want your dick Daddy. I want your cum in me. Daddy, I need you to breed my hole. Sid just looked into the phone and smiled and mouthed “OK baby”. Sid waited for the all clear sound from Todd. Todd was busy moving the stationary phone to a place where it could get the best angle. it was aimed right at their asses behind them. Todd walked back to the side of their faces. Todd cleared his throat, making the all clear signal. Sid placed his thick head as the entrance of his boy’s virgin hole. He pushed forward and the head popped in. The boy squirmed a bit as his cherry popped. A: OH Daddy! Sid pushes forward getting 2 inches inside the boy. As tweaked out the boy was, he could still feel the thick dick stretching his insides. There was slight pain but all he wanted was more. Sid layed flat against the boy where his mouth was just above the boy’s ear. Sid waited for Todd to get close up so he could be heard on the video. Then he started talking for the first time of the night. Just louder than a whisper. An intimate tone. S: You’re doing great son. I’m so proud of you taking it like a man. Aiden stiffened when he heard the voice. He was in shock even though he was high as a kite. S: I popped your mom’s cherry too. But you’re way tighter than she was. Just remember, I love you. Aiden didn’t know what to do. He recognized the voice as his dad’s. His real dad. Before he could process any further, Sid pushed forward and fed the boy the entire length of his dick into his tight little ass.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next part - life has rather got in the way lately! ————— Marcus and I both needed some serious downtime, showering and sleeping until the evening. We then hit the hotel bar for a bit to get loosened up, having decided we were going to go back to the club that night. We weren’t sure if we would be encounter Frank again, run into some other guys from the barracks, or just be able to enjoy some anonymous sex with anyone else from the town who showed up, but we knew we would have to be in balaclavas again. I wore a long-sleeve top to cover my biohazards, but decided to put on some of my silver as I was in the mood. The club was busier than I expected when we arrived, with a load of biker-types fucking or sitting around. There wasn’t anyone who I recognised, nor any other guys trying to keep their faces hidden, so we decided just to have some fun for a while and see what played out. From the looks we got, it seemed like most of the men there were tops waiting for some bottoms to show up. Me and Marcus had both been needing our holes filled after topping the soldiers earlier in the day, so we both bent over in one of the larger playrooms to let them know we were open for business. I took four loads, Marcus took three, and we were both up for spending the night continuing to get loaded up. However, attention shifted when two more guys showed up, both also wearing just jockstraps and balaclavas. One was stocky, muscular and in his thirties, while the other was provably around twenty, tall, toned and lean. His skin colour suggested he was of South Asian background, with a tattoo on one of his smooth pecs that was as written in a different script. What was interesting is that the older guy seemed to be in charge, leading the younger one into the room. The older guy directed the younger one towards the fuck bench, and stood back as the younger one got into position on it. The older one then signalled to a couple of the biker guys who were watching all this that they should come over, and he then just stood there and watched as a spitroast got underway. It was only when I moved positions in the room that I saw the older guy’s back for the first time, and realised that I knew who it was. Back when I was newly recruited, some of the older guys in the battalion had frequently ribbed Noel “Edmonds” Garrett about the ink he had recently got, to the point they stopped using the nickname he’d picked up from the TV host and instead called him “Feathers”. However, that had stopped when he was promoted to the rank of Captain and went off to a different battalion on the base. I did not know him, other than from my court-martial where he had randomly appeared as a witness to declare he had seen me from the running trail pulling up my shorts while a random guy had been walking away, stating that it was obvious I had been getting fucked. By that point in the hearing my character had been completely assassinated by a whole series of men who were somehow getting off from their own part in it all with just a slap on the wrists, so I barely registered what he had said. But seeing him here in this club, orchestrating the gang-fucking of a young guy that I now assumed must be a member of his own battalion, I saw red. He was a hypocrite, and I was going to take him down. I whispered a brief summary of everything to Marcus, and then spotted a couple of guys in the room who were leering at Captain Garrett rather than watching the younger soldier being used. I sidled over to them and whispered to each of them that I wanted their help in getting the older guy into the sling in the smaller room next door. They were up for it, and all four of us slowly moved around the room in a way that aroused no suspicion until we were in position. Then one of the biker guys gave a big nod, and we advanced on the Captain. He was so engrossed in watching the spitroast that he was completely unprepared, so it was easy for me to grab him from behind and cover his mouth with my hand, while all four of us picked him up and rushed him out of the room. He struggled while we carried him next door, but was not strong enough to get free. Marcus tightly held his legs together as we propelled the Captain onto the sling, the three of us getting his wrists secured in the cuffs on the chain before we went to the other end and got his ankles cuffed too. “Fucking let me go!” he shouted. We ignored him, and Marcus and I stood back to let the bikers at him first. I rushed back next door to get our clothes, pausing briefing to see that the balaclava had been pulled off the younger soldier revealing him to be quite stunning, with a long neck, angular features and big lips that looked great around a cock. But a roar from the other room got me focused again, and I went back to see one of the bikers had ploughed into the Captain without any attempt to loosen or lubricate him first. I threw our clothes on a bench, and then fished out my GoPro so I could start openly filming the scene. The Captain was roaring out in pain and anger, so the other biker grabbed an old sock that was lying on the floor and forcefully shoved it into Noel’s mouth. Silenced, all he could do was moan with tears streaming from his eyes as he was roughly fucked raw by the first biker, with the other taking his place after and sliding into the cum-filled hole. The Captain took that second fuck more easily, loosened up by the huge cock that had just been inside him, and he seemed to have almost calmed down by the time he got another load inside him. It was obvious this was not his first time bottoming, and his own erection was obvious through the thin material of the blue jockstrap he was wearing. The two bikers left the room once they were done, and I went over to close the door to the room. I then joined Marcus standing next to the Captain, who was looking up at us nervously. I reached over and pulled the sock from his mouth, with him spitting after it was removed. I stepped over to my clothes and grabbed a packet of mints from my pocket, taking one out and popping it into the Captain’s mouth. Then I reached up and pulled off my balaclava, and the Captain’s eyes went wide with horror when he saw me. “Ballard!” he growled. “What the fuck?!” “So” I said, smirking, “you remember me. When was it from again?” “I, er” he stammered. “From my court-martial” I said. “You gave evidence against me. Yet here you are, in a gay sex club, and I’m guessing that young guy next door is your personal cumdump on the battalion.” “Fuck you” he whispered. “Nah” I said. “Pretty sure you must have been one of the guys who did that at some point back on base when I couldn’t see who the tops using me were. My turn now.” Marcus pulled off his balaclava too, and the Captain seemed to recognise him. I then got my long-sleeved top off, letting him see all my tattoos. Marcus went over to our clothes and got his cigarettes, lighting up two and handing one to me. We stood there and smoked in silence, just looking at the Captain as he lay on the sling, his mouth slightly agape as he glanced between us without speaking. Even with the door closed we could hear the sounds of the gangbang in the other room, with a younger voice now moaning and yelping occasionally that made me wonder if they were already double-fucking the handsome guy. No doubt the Captain had planned to be in there watching all those men breed his cumslut, but instead he was restrained, vulnerable, and about to take some more cock inside his own arse. “So” I said, exhaling smoke as I got near the end of my cigarette, “I guess we should get on with things.” “Wait” the Captain said. “Please.” “Wait for what?” Marcus asked. “Your tattoos” Noel said, looking at me. “Hot, aren’t they?” I said, smirking. “Do they mean…” the Captain began. “Do they mean that I’m HIV positive?” I interrupted, causing him to nod. “Yes, they do” I finished. “He’s toxic as fuck” said Marcus. “Him and his brothers knocked me up recently.” “Fucking hell” the Captain muttered. “Shouldn’t matter” I said, shrugging. “Your prep will protect you.” “I’m not on prep” the Captain whispered. “You come to a sex club and you’re not on prep?” Marcus asked. “You expect guys in a place like this to use condoms?” “I, er…” the Captain responded. “What about that handsome guy next door?” I asked. “Is he?” The Captain hesitated, and then shook his head. “Well” I said, “you’re both idiots. But I have no beef with that guy, and whatever happens to him will happen. You, on the other hand…” I stepped between the Captain’s legs, pulled down my jock, and put my erect cock against his dripping hole. I started to gently push and then pull back, not penetrating him but just playing with him instead. My suspicions that he bottomed willingly on occasions were confirmed when his hole began to pucker, and he arched his back up slightly. “Please” he eventually panted. “You want this cock inside you?” I asked. “Yes” he whispered. “Please.” “You want his poz cock in your hole?” Marcus said. “You want mine after?” “Yes!” the Captain said, glaring at me. “Fuck me!” I pushed in, and began to pound into him. Gone was any sign of resistance, as the hungry bottom he kept repressed inside of him took over. I had no idea where his head was at about being pozzed, but he wanted to be fucked for sure. Marcus saw it too, and grabbed the GoPro to get some more footage of the Captain being willingly taken bareback, moaning and begging for me to pound him harder. “You want a toxic poz load in your neg hole?” I asked. “Breed me!” he yelled. I stopped pounding, fully buried inside of him, and just waited as he flexed his hole on my cock. He glared at me, and then at Marcus. “Look at the camera” I said. “Tell it what you want.” He hesitated, but then I saw the last resistance go. His face took on a hungry, pleading look, and he licked his lips. “I want to be fucked” he said. “I want loads in my hole.” “Poz loads?” I asked. “I want poz loads” he said, staring at the camera. “I want toxic poz loads in my neg hole.” “You going to go on PEP?” I asked. “No” he growled at the camera. “I want your toxic loads to infect me and make me poz.” “Good man” I said, chuckling. With that, Marcus put the camera away and I got on with working myself up to an orgasm. The Captain had given up all pretence and was repeatedly yelling for me to breed and poz him, and I knew he was serious. I hadn’t seen this coming, particularly when he writhed and fought so hard against the first fuck he’d taken from the biker, but something in him had finally snapped. He must have been so repressed, but now that he was impaled on a poz cock he was letting his true self out at last. It made me fucking hot as hell, and I was soon blasting a poz load into his welcoming hole. He almost panted in desperation for the few seconds he was empty after I pulled out, but he got satisfaction when Marcus slammed in and began to pound, soon adding a second toxic load. There was no need to keep the guy secured anymore, so I opened the door and went off to search the other rooms for a second fuckbench. When I found one I dragged it down to the bigger playroom, positioning it next to where the younger soldier was continuing to be skewered by the bikers, his body coated with sweat as he slammed himself back into the cock inside him. I then went back to the smaller room, and Marcus and I got the Captain out of the cuffs and helped him stand up. I led him back next door, and he almost dived into position on the second bench. We then watched as the bikers and other men present swarmed, soon having both military guys in fast-paced spitroasts. Me and Marcus stepped up occasionally to add another load into the Captain’s hole, and allowed the gorgeous younger soldier to clean up our cocks after. Then, as numbers began to dwindle, I crouched down next to the Captain as a big burly biker was pounding him hard. “How about we take you two back to our hotel room so we can carry this on in a bit more comfort?” I whispered into his ear, causing him to eagerly nod as his face strained from the size of the cock inside him. The bikers using the two men finished off inside of them, and then we pulled the dripping soldiers up. Marcus and I introduced ourself to the younger man, Arjun, and explained we were taking them back to the Premier Inn. I just told him straight off the bat that we were both poz, but he said he didn’t care and that he wanted to take our loads too. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was saying given how fucked-out he was, but we went with it anyway. We all got re-dressed, and then out on the street Marcus and I lit up cigarettes. Both of them looked at us hungrily so we offered them one each as well, and then the four of us slowly staggered back to the hotel as we smoked. Up in the room we all stripped naked, and after checking again with Arjun that he was OK with it, we got them on all fours next to each other and slid into them, with me in the Captain and Marcus in the younger guy. For the rest of the night we woke every couple of hours and fucked again, adding more and more poz loads into their gaping, cum-filled holes. Marcus somehow slept through their departure, whilst I lay there and just watched as the two of them took it in turns for quick showers in our bathroom before they re-dressed and slipped out. Both wrote down their mobile numbers on a slip of paper that they left on the table, and then they were gone. I summoned up enough energy to text Evan to just ring us when he was nearby, and that he would be having to put in the work as we were both knackered. His call later on woke both of us out of sleep, and after he lost at a game of rock, paper, scissors, Marcus went to fetch the soldier. We somehow managed to get hard again, but neither of us was up for much so just lay on our backs while Evan bounced his eager poz-craving arse on us in turn. When we had finally bred him with his load each for that day, he too had a quick shower and then was gone, finally allowing us to go back to sleep after a riotous 24 hours. Maybe we’d be up for more later, maybe we’d take a break from hunting for military men, but at that moment all we could do was sleep.

Chapter 1 – Guest of Honor Todd had just finished getting his place ready for his guest of honor. Todd was a successful drug dealer and could afford a nice place on his own. His profession gave him continued access to a world of desirable men and hot barely legal teens. If his plan worked out tonight he would have both. Todd was waiting for a sweet little 18 year old that had just started buying from him. A twink named Aiden was his guest of honor tonight. Aiden was this ginger twink that had an innocence look to him that made Todd’s dick throb. He had laid the foundation after the first couple transactions, allowing the boy to linger and hang out. They would smoke bowls and talk. As with everything with men, the conversation eventually landed on sex. Todd had gotten the smoked out teen to really start opening up about him being gay and his limited experiences. Aiden smoked away his inhibitions and talked freely of his deepest sexual desires. He talked about how he was still a virgin but wanted to fucked by someone specific. The smoke had gotten Aiden to admit that he secretly was into the idea of incest and desperately jerked off each night thinking of his dad. He showed off pics of his dad from his phone. If only Aiden could see the inner workings of Todd’s mind. Aiden had also brought up the idea of being filmed made him hard. Todd being the generous man that he was, offered to set him up with his friend – another customer of his that makes amateur vids on the side. He could set the whole thing up if Aiden wasn’t shy about being in a video. The smoked out teen couldn’t believe it when Todd said he had a dead ringer for his dad that he could invite over for a smoke session. The horny boy agreed to meet up and see where it went. This was a week ago. The boy was prompt and showed up exactly on time. He was ushered into the house by his host. Aiden was visibly nervous but intrigued about the event and planned event. Todd could see that excitement in the boy and it made his mouth water. They sat in the living room. Todd: excited for tonight? Or scared? Aiden: Little of both. Cant believe I actually showed up. I’m so nervous. T: Let me get you something to help calm you down. A: Yes, please. Todd disappeared for a moment into the kitchen and came back with 2 glasses of coke. He hads one to Aiden. T: Drink up. Some G should help with those nerves. Aiden gulped down half the glass and made a face. A: oh wow, that aftertaste. T: yeah, that’s some potent stuff there. Nothing but the best for my friends. Aiden continued to make the scrunched up face as he gulped down the rest of the drink. A: ugh. That taste though. T: somethings cant be helped. Todd sat down on the couch and the boy sat beside him. In front of them was a small box on the coffee table. Todd reached into the box and pulled out a pipe and a fat sack of T. He packed the bowl and reached back into the box for a lighter. Flick. The lighter ignites and he melts the first fat bowl of the night. Todd takes a big rip and blows a cloud out. T: good stuff here. Here, take that Mr Nervous. Aiden takes the pipe and takes his hit. It’s a huge cloud. T: looks like you’re starting off big huh? Aiden offers the pipe back to Todd but Todd waves off the gesture. Aiden proceeds to take hit after hit, finishing off the bowl in a few minutes. Todd reaches for the pipe wipes the bottom of the bulb. He refills the pipe and again melts it, taking the first hit. The cloud escapes his mouth. A second hit is blown out before the pipe is offered back to the boy. They go back and forth until the second bowl is done. Todd reaches over and touches the boy on his shoulder. Okay, into the bedroom. I wanna show you something. They get up from the couch and walk down a hallway to the master bedroom. Todd leads Aiden over to his large bed and lightly pushes the twink on the bed. T: now you wait right there. I’ll be right back. I forgot the supplies. Be right back. Go ahead and get comfortable. Todd turned around and walked back to the living room. He picked up the box of supplies and pipe and turned back toward the room. When he walked back into his room he was slightly shocked at the site before him. The boy had stripped down to his white briefs and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread eagle. A: I got comfortable. Todd laughed. That was not the expression Aiden had expected. His brief moment of confidence dropped from his face. He closed his legs immediately. A: OMG. I’m sorry. I thought this is what you wanted. T: oh im sorry. I’m only laughing because of white briefs. I took you for a boxer brief kinda guy. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a sight to see. The tightening in my pants agrees with your kind gesture. A: I’m sorry. I thought… T: you thought this was all a ruse to get in your pants. That’s tempting. So very tempting. But I promised you an experience and I’m gonna pull through. A: I thought, because it was just us here – that you set this up for us T: oh I don’t mind playing with you a bit. But I promised you a daddy. He’s just running late. I probably should have mentioned that. A: Oh wow. Totally read this wrong. Aiden reaches for his pants. T: hey, stop that. There is nothing wrong with staying comfortable while we wait. In fact … Todd puts down the supplies on a side table and strips off his shirt and drops his pants. He is left in just his boxers with a visibly strained dick print in the fabric. T: See, you definitely got me all ready to go. But the plan. Believe me, you’ll love the plan. Todd reaches into his pants and pulls out his phone and places it next to the party supplies. He packs another fat bowl. He lights up and passes it back to the boy. While Aiden is flicking the lighter and working on the pipe, Todd goes over to the dresser and goes on his laptop. He selects a playlist and porn starts playing on the big screen tv. They pass the pipe back and forth a few times. More and more the boy is getting transfixed on the amateur porn playing. A few scenes have played through with the same ginger top. Not a body builder but he definitely looked like he worked out. He has muscley but not overly muscled. He had a light covering of red chest hair that funneled down to his happy trail and nicely trimmed patch of red pubes. Total ginger. Todd could see the front of Aiden’s briefs tenting. T: you like my friend there? A: OMG yes. He looks a lot like my dad. If my dad was a porn star that is. Todd refilled the pipe, took his usual rip and handed it off to the boy. He also handed him a bottle of laced lube. T: here, handle this while I go check on something. Oh and give those undies a rest already. Leave them on any longer and they’ll burst at the seams. Aiden throws off his briefs and Todd can hear him open the bottle of lube as he turns away from him. He grabs a phone and sets it to record and places it right in front of the boy. T: Video starts now boy. Make it a good show. Try and keep the lube away from the pipe haha. He looks down at the ginger boy. Totally smooth twink except for his pits and small bush above his 6 inch dick sticking straight up. He had lubed up and was jerking off his uncut dick. Pausing every other minute to hit the pipe. Lighter in his lube hand. Todd grabbed his regular phone and walked out to the living room. Chapter 2 – Paying a Debt Sid had texted Todd and was waiting at the front door. Todd answered the door in a robe. He ushered Sid into the house. Sid: okay are you gonna explain why I had to clear my night and cancel my plans. T: yes, now you know how much money you owe me because of your habit. S: ya, it’s a pretty penny. You know I’m working on that. T: oh I have a way for you to work it off. Hence why I needed you. I have a sweet young thing in the next room waiting for his daddy to come and pop his cherry. S: oh damn. I love those. T: ya, a sweet milky white boy with red hair. He asked for you specifically. S: so I just have to pop this stupid kid and we’re good? Are we filming it? T: of course. I’m the camera man tonight. I’ll try to refrain from joining. It’s a special video. Did you take the Viagra on the way? S: ya, its already starting to kick in a little. T: Good. Now I need “fucked up” you tonight. Alright. Go ahead and get into that frame of mind. Here, I made this point just for you. S: usually you only have me slam when you think I’m not into the guy? What’s the damage? T: nothing. Look. I have these pics from last week. Took them just for you. Todd pulls up some nude pics on his phone. Pics of Aiden posing in a jockstrap with his head cut out of the pics. The last one is a beautiful shot of the boy in doggy position showing off his smooth hole. S: Fuck yeah. Sid starts stripping and throwing his clothes on the couch. He’s naked now standing before his host. Todd reaches into his pocket in the robe and hands a rubber hose and premade point to Sid. Sid ties himself off and hits himself. He unties and a small cough escapes the seasoned user. Sid is filled with raw energy and on the balls of his feet, bouncing up and down. His 7 inch uncut dick standing straight up toward his belly button. S: Wow, that was a strong dose. Damn that was good. Where the fuck is this boy. I wanna pound him open already. T: just remember, we need a shot of you rimming his smooth hole. He’s hand toys up there but never a dick. You rim him, give him a huge booty bump, and then push straight in. You don’t stop until you breed him. S. Got it. Where’s he at? T: oh and there is something else you need to know. I need you to know this before you go in there. S: What is it? Just spit it out already. I need to fuck! Todd pulls up the live feed from the phone in the bedroom. It shows the boy with his legs spread and him fingering himself with lubed 2 fingers. He shows Sid. S: Damn that boy is fucking hot. Where did you find him? T:oh in your backyard. S: haha very funny. Where did you find the kid? T: I’m telling you. That’s Aiden. Sid stairs at the screen again. S: no … it cant be Aiden. Not my Aiden. WTF T: Yup and he cant wait to be fucked by his daddy. Or rather, my friend who is a dead ringer for his daddy. Make sure he calls you daddy in the video. Men are gonna fucking love that shit. S: I … I cant. I don’t think… T: oh you’ll do it alright. Not because you owe me a shit ton of money. Not because I’ll cut you off and drop you if you disobey. Because I’m fucking telling you to go in there and fuck your boy. Make him beg for your load. And then breed him like the cumwhore we’re making him into. And because every time I mention Aiden, your dick is leaking precum like crazy. Now go in there and make me my money. The two men walk down the hallway and peak in the bedroom. The boy is too high to move his attention away from the porn. Sid whispers to Todd S: How twacked is he? T: oh he’s flying. He’s green eyes are saucers right now. Go ahead. He wants it. You want it. Make it happen. Todd walks into the room and grabs a shard from the bag of tina. He walks over to the twink who slowly gives him the attention. T: before you turn around and face your fantasy boy. I’m gonna push this T inside you. Pull out those fingers. Good. Todd put the shard at the entrance to the boy’s lubed hole. He pushed it in with his index finger and left the finger inside the boy. Todd could tell the T was dissolving because Aiden was starting to ride his finger. Todd added a second finger and the boy moaned. He pulled his fingers out. He takes his phone and starts recording. T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy.

In the quiet of last midnight, seeking a study break, I logged into Grindr looking for a cock to ride. I received a message from a soldier from the nearby Canadian Armed Forces base who promised a manly masculine demeanor and a dream 8.5 in BBC. Since I have had some strong weed he graciously accepted to drive me to his barrack and drop me home after he is done with me. The ride to his barracks was a symphony of tension, each second stretching into an eternity. As we stepped into his barrack room the scent of his room, a heady mix of musk and man, intoxicated my senses. "Sniff this," he commanded, his voice a low rumble, as he handed me a pair of his roommate's worn, black boxer briefs. The fabric, soft and worn, held the essence of him. I inhaled deeply, the scent of arousal mingling with the poppers, sending a rush of euphoria through my veins. My head spun, and I felt a giddy, reckless abandon take over. He watched, his eyes hungry, as I sank to my knees. His cock, 8.5in thick and hard, strained against his pants. With trembling hands, I unzipped him, freeing his length. The sight of him, the sheer masculinity, made my mouth water. I took him in, my lips wrapping around his shaft, the taste of him, salty and sweet, exploding on my tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking, as I deep-throated him, taking him as deep as I could. His hands found my head, guiding me, setting a relentless pace. I could feel the power in his grip, the control he held, and it sent a thrill through me. He fucked my mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my own arousal, slick and hot, pooling between my legs. Without warning, he pulled me up, his hands roaming my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He spun me around, pushing me face down on the bed. His fingers, rough and calloused, found my entrance, teasing, probing, before pushing in. I cried out, my body clenching around him, as he prepared me, stretching me, readying me for what was to come. He entered me with a single, powerful thrust, filling me completely. I gasped, the sensation of being stretched, of being claimed, overwhelming. He began to move, his hips slamming against mine, each thrust driving me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place, as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh, the gasps and moans that escaped our lips. He leaned down, his teeth nipping at my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low, primal sound. "You like being fucked like this?" I could only nod, my body too consumed with pleasure to form words. He continued his relentless assault, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension deep within me, ready to snap. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation, of being filled and stroked, sent me over the edge. I came with a cry, my body convulsing, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed. But he wasn't done. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and flipped me over, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. "Again," he commanded, positioning himself between my legs. "I'm not done with you yet." And so, the night wore on, a symphony of pleasure and pain, of ecstasy and exhaustion. He fucked me until I was a quivering mess, my body slick with sweat and seed. Until I lost count of the orgasms, each one more intense than the last. Until the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a dance of desire and domination. As the first light of dawn crept through the window, he dropped me off at home, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of our night together. I stumbled to bed, my mind a whirl of memories, each one more vivid than the last. The soldier, with his dark eyes and fierce passion, had left an indelible mark on me, a reminder of a night that would forever be etched in my memory.

I'm a natural cynic so scammers don't get far with me. Very low BS tolerance. I have friends who used to send money to their "friends" abroad. They knew better but always believed "This one is different." Thankfully, he could afford it but still... Just happened to me. Texted (recent, clear) pics to a potential hookup. He wouldn't meet without more pics. Buh bye! 🤣

My first attempt at this and purely fiction so cut me some slack, please. And it's getting later (and the story is getting longer) then I intended but if you guys like it, I'll add more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I work in a call center for a local insurance group. Nothing exciting or very challenging. It's located in a strip mall that used to have a lot more traffic till the economy tanked. As it is its just us and a hair stylist across the parking lot. Across the street is a large park that backs up to the local high school. The park has your normal park bench/tables but as you get close to the high school football field there are some metal bleachers. Now, let me say up front I am not a chicken hawk. I like my men to be MEN! Boys just don't do it for me. Yeah, yeah I hear all the time 'those tight asses', but I'd rather have a man who meets me thrust for trust and whose ass knows just exactly how to suck on my cock! On the flip side, (pun intended), if I'm the bottom I don't want my top to blow his load in three strokes or he just shoves it in and out with no finesse. Give me an experienced man any day. I get an hour for lunch so I generally grab my lunch and a book and head over to the park. My lunch is usually at 1:45 so the kids are usually in class anyway. One day I was seated at one of the park tables eating my lunch. The table was located under a large spruce which provided some nice shade on the hotter afternoons. This particular day I glanced-up when someone took a seat at the other end and opposing side of the table. The guy who had just settled onto the bench was one of the hottest young men I've seen in my 32 years. He was right on the cusp of manhood, but still has that boyish look, like he could be anywhere from 15 to 21. He stands around 5' 6", but compact as hell, maybe around 110 pounds. He was wearing a form-fitting Champion shirts that one might buy at Target, and he was obvious had had a great six pack going on, as well as the 'Y' shaped bod most of us older men fondly remember and remember fondling years later. He had dark brown chestnut hair with hints of red, a smooth complexion that was pale as milk, even in the middle of August, a small rather sharp nose, a strong chin, over all the type of classic looks that would get you anywhere or anything. I'm not a slouch but I'm nothing like this kid. I'm 6' and around 180lbs. I do my yoga, ride my bike and watch what I eat, so I'm slim, but not ripped like this kid. I have normal brown hair with a fair share of silver which started when I was 16. I have a very young looking face but with the silver in my hair and my goatee it cause people to give me a second glance. I have attractive features some say I'm handsome, others say I'm cute, so I guess I some where in the middle. Also, from all my biking I also have a great ass, and my cock, although not porn star material, at just over eight inches, and is a little thicker then most. The other thing about me is I never pull out. I can't, no matter how hard I try. It's as if my body refuses to stop till the seed is planted. I'm the same way as a bottom don't you dare pull out till every drop is where it should be. As I checked him out, (discretely, I thought), the guy look over at me and asked "Ahhh, is it ok if I sit here? It's kind of hot on the bleachers and it's easier for me to do my study hall outside away from... I mean I'd rather be outside then cooped-up." "Sure, not like I need the whole bench for my seven course meal," smiling at him and my joke. Apparently my approach hit home 'cause he smiled, seemingly a bit more at ease. I got back to my book as he unloaded his backpack, taking out a couple of books and some paper. I was trying desperately to concentrate on my book, but after reading the same sentence for the fifth time in ten minutes, it was pretty obvious (at least to me), that this wasn't going to work. I was just about to head back to work when the guy wadded up the sheet of paper on which he'd been doing some figures, and angrily ripped another sheet from his notebook. "Having some problems there?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yeah I'm not to bright and this math isn't really easy for me." "Well, some people just don't have a knack for math. My sister is one of them. She's a wiz with grammar though and can write a thesis in no time flat, but balancing a checkbook is like rocket science to her." "Well, that may be but I'm not good at math and no good for most things, as I'm just not that bright." This struck me as pretty odd, since as good looking as he was, I expected he'd be bragging about something, anything, but instead he just keep putting himself down. My paternal instincts start to kick in and I just want to help this kid. "Here let me take a look and see if I can help." I reach over for his book. "Do you mind?" "Oh no, here" and he hands over his book, albeit a bit reluctantly. As I took a look at the book, I saw that it was basic algebra, which I had studied it in my freshman year. I thought to myself "Maybe he isn't so bright but damn, with those looks he really doesn't need to be." "Which problem are you working on?" "Number 12." "Ok, so here we have..." and we spent the next 20 minutes working on his assignment. To my surprise he wasn't really stupid, he just didn't know how to approach the problem, even if he seemed to know the rules of algebra. Once I showed him where to start the analysis, he got right down to it, and he seemed quite capable, so I just handed him the book and said "Ok, do it." After a minute or so he said with a happy smile, "I think I've got this now." "Sure looks like it to me, but hey, I have to get back to work. Oh, and by the way, my name is Jason." "Quinn. Very nice to meet you. Uh, I know we just met and all, but can I ask you a favor?" Here it comes. He's been hustling me and now comes that hit on. "Sure you can ask" I replied very flatly. "I see you out here every day. If I have any more problems with my home work, could I run them by you?" Caught completely off-guard because this was NOT what I was expecting, all I can do is nod my head and stutter "Ahhh sure, yeah ok, but shouldn't you ask your parents for help?" He looked at me, obviously surprised by my question, and replied "You don't know who I am?" "Yeah sure, you're Quinn, the kid I just helped. Should I know more?" At this Quinn lit-up like a Christmas tree and replied with a smile "No, not really," as packed-up his book and papers, got-up and began the walk back to the school. As he left I had a clear view of the sweetest ass ever. It wasn't quite a bubble butt, more like just RIGHT THERE. And it was so firm I found myself wishing I was his shorts, especially since it was obvious he didn't wear any underwear. Then he turned around and called-out, "Hey Jason, if you're up for it, could you help me tomorrow? I have a test on Friday and could really use your help." "Sure" as I swallowed and literally wiped the droll that was trying to escape the corner of my mouth. This was how it started. Next thing I knew I was tutoring Quinn on my lunch break, which was a combination of shear torture, frustration and pride. Yes pride, 'cause although this young man had my hormones racing, it also felt good to be able to help someone who really needed it. It turned-out Quinn was very bright, but no one seemed to want to take the time to find out. I also noticed that the other kids seem to avoid him. As discretely as I could, I asked him about their behavior and he shrugged it off, saying "Their parents don't want them around me 'cause of my mother. Besides I'm too old." Thinking very quickly, I decided to explore the less-sensitive of the two prongs he brought-up, so I responded "Now that's an odd thing to say. How old are you?" "I turned 19 two weeks back. They say I'm to old to stay here, but as long as I don't cause any problems I can finish out the year. I got held back a couple of years cause my mom didn't get me to school enough and I missed too many days." "I'm sorry to hear that, but we'll get you through with flying colors" and with that I grinned, and again he lit-up. Damn I loved to see him smile like that. It's as if the sun had gone nova or something. Then a few weeks later, when I got back from my lunch break, my friend John, who was also my supervisor, came-up and quietly said "So smooth, ain't he. Young and nubile yet knows just what to do." "What the fuck" I asked just a bit to loudly "are you insinuating?" All I could see was red and I was on the verge of decking my supervisor and friend. He was not put-off, however. "Oh please. Don't get all high and mighty with me. Everyone know's Quinn's mom pimps him out and he just about the best 'ride' out there." It was like someone just dumped ice water on me. I just stood there, shocked, my mouth agape. That a woman could do that to her own son! And then to have a friend, who I thought knew me better, then all-but accuse me of joining in on the fun was just to much. In a very quiet voice I looked stared at John saying merely "You have confused me with one of your sick perverted fantasies, and you evidently don't know me, and for that matter I guess I don't know you as well as I thought I did. If you EVER bring this up to me again I will have you in front of HR so fast you'll have no clue what hit you, and then I'll let Missy know just how much you know about that 'smooth ride'! With that I turned around and went to my desk seething the entire way. For the next hour I couldn't get a damn thing right. My calls sucked, my follow-ups where none existent, and finally I got a call from the branch manager, Tim, to come into his office. As I entered the office I saw John was also there and the anger I had tried to control burst out: "Just what the fuck did you tell him? Did you just telll him about what you thought I was...." "JASON!" Tim said firmly "there is something we need to discuss and I need you to settle down please. Now this is a small office and conversations are easily overheard. Now, close the door and take a seat." As I turn a glaring eye on John I noticed he looked a bit dejected, and he was beat red. "I happened to be coming in the back door from my lunch when I over heard you two talking. Now as branch manager I'm required to report inappropriate comments from supervisors to employees to the HR department, regardless of whether or not the individuals are, or used to be, friends." With this he gave a rather flat look to John, "but I would prefer to handle this another way - if you two consent." Just by the tone of his voice, I was sure John had already consented to whatever Tim had in mind, so I needed to be careful. "Ok, how do you want to handle this." "Well, it may surprise you to know I know Quinn, and have always felt he had more potential, but I've never been in a position to help. I now find myself in a position to where I can give a small amount of assistance. It seems you've taken him under your wing and have been helping him with his homework. Don't look so surprised, Jason, You used to come back from lunch 15 minutes early, and now you're racing for the time clock, generally five minutes late. So I figured that we could make this a win-win for almost everyone." Again he gave John that flat look that basically said 'Except for you and you'd better just like it.' Tim continued his remarks, saying "I'd like you to increase your tutoring efforts with Quinn, and I'll give you an extra half hour for lunch that you can devote to this purpose. To cover the lost time either John will cover your shift, or if you prefer, you can simply work a half-hour longer each day, your call. In addition, given the onset of Fall and Winter, I'll give you the keys to the empty office next door so you can tutor Quinn in there. In addition I'll have a coffee pot set-up, or hot chocolate for you two, as well as provide paper and pens. You think about it and you can let me know by the end of the week." "No that wont be necessary" I replied without hesitation. John's head jerked-up and he was sweating like a pig with that deer in-the-headlights look. "I'll do it. I'll just work an extra half-hour at the end of the day." John suddenly look relieved, but didn't look at me or Tim. Tim looked at John, asking "Does that work for you?" Rising to his feet, John replied "Yes sir, I'll take care of the supplies for the next room and get the coffee and cocoa" and with that he headed for the door. "John, don't forget to get Jason a set of keys as well." "Yes sir" and with that he was out the door. As I stood to follow John, Tim said "Jason, please shut the door and take a seat." I shut the door, took a seat, and gave Tim a sexy wink, trying to make my voice sultry "Yes, boss, anything for you, sir!" Tim and I went way back. We actually roomed together in college, and although he is now married, he and I had some fun times before then. Now he's totally devoted to Laura, his wife and she in turn loves me to death so all's good, but Tim and I still occasionally chuckle about the old days. Tim laughed and then said, "Hey, I need to tell you a few things okay. Just between us." With that I had the worrisome thought 'Is everyone fucking this poor kid?'. "Don't get that look. It's not what you're thinking. You know how long Laura and I've been married." "Well duh I WAS your best man, or was I her brides maid? One of the two, at any event." We both chuckled at that. "Ok, smart ass. How long have Laura and I been married?" "You two were married Dec 21, 1994 'cause you wanted everyone to be there, so you lined-it up with Christmas since everyone was going to be there for the holiday." "Right. And you remember my bachelor party?" "Well some of it. I kind of got lost under Jack Daniels so that I had an excuse for not playing touchy feely with the lap dancer. Ick. For days all I could remember about her was her boobs, and I remember thinking 'I just don't see what you guys see in them'." "Jason,....that lap dancer is Quinn's mom." "OH! SHIT!" "OH wait, OH HELL NO!" I'm mentally adding up dates and suddenly it dawns on me. "Is Quinn your son!? No he can't be. He doesn't look anything like you." As I said this, Tim reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an old photograph, sliding it across the table to me. "This is my father when he married my mom. I took after her, but do you see what I see?" And there in the photo was Quinn, Maybe not exactly Quinn but close enough. Tim continued saying "I've always wanted to help him, but as understanding as Laura is, I'm not sure she'd be THIS understanding. I can't see her accepting that I fathered a son with the town whore. I don't think it would fly too well. So yes, I do have an ulterior motive, but I know you'll do what's best for him and I trust you." "Well thank you for telling me and I fully understand. I love Laura to death but yeah, somethings are better left unsaid." I left Tim's office feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. I never thought helping a young man on my lunch break would open up such a large can of worms! The next week brought with chill winds of autumn and we were both happy to be inside. Quinn and I were quit comfortable around each other by now and I pretty much could read him. Like most people he had his good day and bad days but he never really let it show I could just sense it but knowing his mother and how things where I didn't want to pry to much. One day though we had a major turning point, which I should have honestly expected. Quinn showed up and he seemed very uncomfortable, just kept fidgeting and wouldn't sit still. "Quinn, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'll be fine." "Ok saying you'll BE fine, means your not fine right now what's wrong?" "I'm just sore. That's all." "Sore?" "Yeah, Mom had some work for me and I guess I just over did it." "Wait, what kind of work?" I could feel my temper working up to a full steam. Quinn just looked at me like he was ready to breakdown. I couldn't take it, so I pulled his chair close to me and put my arm around his shoulders, saying softly, "Hey, you can talk to me. It's ok." "I don't want you to hate me like everyone else." "What?! Why would anyone hate you?" At this he started to shake all over and tears started running down his face "Cause my mother's a whore and I'm a whore too, I have to be 'cause she is." At this I thought he would just shake himself apart. I pulled him tighter to me and stroked his back, which cause's him to flinch. "Hey hey, its alright. I don't hate you, in fact I'm very proud of you, you know that right?" as I backed away a little. "How can you be proud of a whore's son?" "Hey stop that now! Just because your mother chose that doesn't mean that's what you have to be!" "But I am, I've had to in order to have a place to stay or food. Mom uses most what she gets for drugs and if I don't do what she says she will kick me out and I have no place to go and I have to finish school this year or I won't be able to and..." at this point Quinn is starting to get the sub-sups and can't speak to clearly. I move closer to him again sensing he needs comfort, he leans into me but as I put my arms around him he stiffens up. "Hey buddy, it's ok. I won't do anything to you." "It's not that it just hurts." "I know, buddy, people shouldn't treat you like that." "No, it's not just that. My back side hurts" he mumbled and then started sniffing again. "Ok, let's take a look." "NO! You can't see me like that" "Hey, hey, hold on. Take it easy. I just want to make sure you're ok, that's all. I need to know how badly you're hurt." "Please, I don't want you to hate me" he sobbed. I gently took hold of his chin and turned him to face me, and looking directly in his eyes I told him the truth: "Quinn, I will never hate you for what your mother makes you do, or for what other people do to you. I've grown to care for you a great deal. You're practically a son to me. Now please let me see." With a little coaxing I got Quinn to turn around and lift up his shirt. All across this gorgeous young man's back and below the waistband of his pants were welts. I was shaking with rage, and seeing my reaction, Quinn started to cry again. "I knew you'd hate me." I quickly put both my hands on either side of his face and pulled him to me. "I do NOT hate you. I hate who ever did this to you." And with that I leaned over and kissed those perfect lips. It was just a peck, that was all, but every part of my body screamed to make it more. 'This young man is mine - how dare anyone touch him like that' raced through my brain. With ever ounce of my being I pulled back and, with my thumbs, wiped his tears away. "Is it worse below your belt? Did who ever did this to you hurt your privates." I felt kind of silly referring his cock that way, but to my mind he was still a kid, no matter that my hormones were trying to convince me otherwise. "No, it's the same." "Ok." I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Jason, you can ask me anything." "Ok, this isn't going to be easy but I need to know. When your mother has you do these 'jobs' for her, do you use protection?" "Yes. Always. Mom says I'm no good to her if I'm diseased and she makes it clear they can do anything but that." "Ok. I know that but do they ever force you to, well you know, not use protection?" "Once in a while, but I never let them and I'm always careful to keep an eye on everything cause if I get diseased then I'll have no place to go." "Ok, well that is not true." And with that I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my address and phone number down for him. "You can call me or come over anytime. I don't care if it's two in the goddamn morning. If you need a place, call me or come over. He looked at the address and asked "Hey, this is over by Shanty Mart, right?" "Yeah, just cross the street and two houses down. With all the plants in front." Hey I'm gay, okay, and have to have a front yard to make Martha proud! Quinn sagged into my chest and mumbled "Thank you Jason, you don't know what this means to me." He hugged me and turned then around as if he was afraid again, saying "I need to get going. Mom will be expecting me home soon." "Ok, but remember call or come over if you need to/" "I will" as he headed out the door. Two days later it was Saturday and I had a full day: grocery shopping and running errands in the rain sucks, and not in a good way! I was in my robe, and having just finished dinner, I was washing up dishes. As I glanced-out the window I saw someone walking on the sidewalk across the street. I didn't think much at first, other then the poor sucker should have a rain coat or something. A bit later, as I was rinsing I saw what seemed to be the same person walking by, going the other way. Again at first I didn't think much about it - whoever it was just must have forgotten something at the market. But then a third trip and I realized the person seemed to be looking at my house and he (or she) had my full attention. As I peered through the rain, trying to get a clear view, I thought 'That can't be Quinn', but I put down my dish towel and headed for the door, knowing internally that it was him. I opened the door as he was headed down the street yet again. "Quinn?" He stops and turns around and looks at me. Even at this distance I can tell he's upset. "Quinn, get in here now!" He jumped, but hurried towards my house. "I'm sorry Jason, I didn't know where else to go" He sobbed, throwing himself into my arms. Now, as hot as it is to have a gorgeous young man throw himself into your arms, it's not so much when you are wearing only a bath robe and the gorgeous young man is soaked to the bone in 30 degree rainwater. Perhaps 97% of my body was eager to get the hell away from the cold, while 3% of my body was stretching up to get a better view. It's amazing how my dick has its own brain. I swear it does! "That's why I gave you my address, silly. Come in and let me get you something warm to eat and wear." I pulled him into the house, and he stood there, dripping water everywhere. "Ok, hold on. Stand right there and take your shoes and clothing off." I swear my dick was doing talking and it just over-rode my brain. I went to my bedroom, grabbing a spare robe as well as some towels out of the closet. Coming out of my room and I swear my cock just snickered that he had gotten one over on me. When I told Quinn to take off his clothing, It never crossed my mind what the total impact of seeing this young god completely naked would have on me. Now I found myself stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw on the floor, fighting with my hormones. Even as I took in the scene, I found myself telling myself he was too young, that he was just a kid, he wasn't my type: Quinn's body was ever more perfect then I thought. It was fairly obvious he did some serious abs work outs as he sported a washboard stomach, full pecs, and the smallest nipples I'd even seen. His legs were muscular, and not one pubic hair to be found, no treasure trail, no peach fuzz on the balls, nothing. Of course this only made what looked to be no less then a 10 in cock to look even bigger. I though 'How can someone that petite have such a huge cock? I mean if he gets hard he'll just tip over'. I couldn't stop staring. Frankly, he looked like Michelangelo's David, just with a better dick. Absolutely perfect. "Ahhmmm, my mom makes me shave it all off. She says that the guys like that." Poor Quinn. He was flushing beet red, mistaking my stare of lust for repulsion. "No, it's ok. I just forgot you don't wear underwear." "How did you know that I don't?" Oops. Caught. "Well, ahhh, with the shorts you were wearing this summer it would have been obvious if you did." "Oh, ok. Hey, could I have the towel please? I'm freezing." With a guilty start I rush over to him and handed him the towels. "I'm so sorry. Here, dry off and then put on this robe. Have you eaten? I'll make some hot chocolate to warm you up." With that I dashed into the kitchen, calling out "I just finished putting away some chicken Cesar salad - if you'd like some." "I don't want to inconvenience you more then I already have." "Quinn, stop it. I just said I just put it away. It's right here and you're never an inconvenience. Ok?" I quickly threw together a salad for him and had just set it on my kitchen table when he walked in wearing nothing but my robe, his wet clothing in his hads. Fuck, I was jealous of that robe right then and there - wrapped around his body like that. "What should I do with these?" "Here, let me have them." I took the clothing from him, wrapping them up in the towel he had used to dry off, just so the clothing didn't drip all over the floor. "Sit down and eat and I'll put these in the wash" I hear the hair slide across the floor as I open the closet with the washer and dryer and get his clothes started. I come back into the kitchen and he's packed away the salad already. "Damn were you hungry or what? Do you want some more? I have plenty really." "No thank that was plenty, but can I have another cup of chocolate please?" "Of course" I grabbed his empty cup and turned quickly so as not to stare - the robe has parted in all the wrong <RIGHT> places and I was trying to control myself. I filled the cup with water, shoved it into the microwave and turning, asked "So, what's up?" "Mom has a job and I needed to be else where, and as it's too late to hang at the mall, I thought I'd see if it was ok to come over." The microwave shut off and I took out the water, added the coco, stirred it up and turned to face Quinn who was seated at my table practically naked. I set the cup down in front of him and sat in the chair across from him with the table hiding everything below the waist. Just looking at his chest was problematic enough. "Well you welcome to stay the night if you don't mind the couch. It folds out into a bed so you should be comfortable enough." "Really? You don't mind? Do you want anything in exchange?" He said this almost fearfully like he expected the worst. "No, my young friend, I don't expect anything in return." "Jason, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Are you gay? You never talk about women, but you also have never tried anything with me, although it seems at times like you would like to." "Yes, I'm gay, but I've only ever wanted to help you. I don't take advantage of kids." "I'm 19. Only to my mom's 'friends' am I a kid." "Well, I'm NOT your mom's friend. In fact, and I'm sorry if I upset you when I say this, but I'd gladly string her up by her twat and hang her for what she's done to you!" I had to take a few deep breaths to collect myself, 'cause again I was at war with myself. Part of me was infuriated with the injustice of what she did to him, and in my mind, no one had the right to touch MY boy! "I'm not upset. I've kind of stopped loving her. I just stay there 'cause I have to to finish school." "Okay. Well, enough depressing shit. Are you tired or do you want to watch a movie? Also, you're more then welcome to use the shower anytime you like. Just use the towels hanging next to it. They're clean." "I think I'll take a shower and go to bed." "Okay, young man. While you shower I'll make up the bed and I'm gonna hit the sack myself. Help yourself to the kitchen if you get hungry." With that we both stood up and his robe parted briefly. He gathered the robe back in place, but not before my dick took notice. I quickly adjust my robe and headed down the hall to get fresh sheets for his bed. Quinn followed right behind me. "Bathroom is right here. Help yourself." Quinn walked past me, only to stop, and turning towards me, he said "Jason, thank you so much." With that he hugged me and I could see he was trying not to cry. I put my arms around him, as I also firmly clenched my dick between my thighs. "Hey bud its what friends do" Quinn then kissed my neck and I think I heard him mumble "I love you" and then he was off into the bathroom. I grabbed the linen and headed over to make the bed thinking 'Fuck. I'm gonna have blue balls for days'. I made-up his bed and my task done, I headed into my room. I usually sleep naked but figured I should probably better put something on, so I grabbed a pair of loose boxers and got into bed. I could hear Quinn when he got out of the shower and a minute or so later I heard him rummaging around, getting settled into bed. Surprisingly, I quickly fell asleep, and I found myself having the most incredible dream. David had come to life just for me. He's gently caressing my chest and ever so delicately nibbling my tits, as he whispered to me "No one's ever been so good to me. Jason, I think I might be in love with you" as he kept touching my body, and in the process, carefully slid his hand into my boxers and took out my cock. It was completely covered in precum. I'm a slimer and can soak through the front of a pair of jeans in no time. He slid his hand up and down my shaft, caressing my cock, slowing milking more precum out of me, fondling my balls with his other hand, still very softly, as if he was afraid of moving to much. I found myself gasping at the sensation: it was so gentle and my body tingled all over. My cock jerked and I can feel it was oozing yet more cum. Suddenly David's hands were gone and the bed shook. About then I started to become aware that I might be experiencing more than a dream - especially when I felt a man's back press up against my chest and an ass pressing up against my cock. "Quinn?" I felt a hand grasping the base of my cock, and I gasped, unable to speak. "Hmmmm, yes. Do you like this Jason?" Quinn was now sliding my cock head all over his tight opening, and in the process, of course, his hole was covered in my precum. I gasped, trying to think, but my cock was over riding all rational thought. "Quinn..., I can't...." "Sshh. It's ok. I've never been with a man I wanted to be with, I WANT to be with you." "Quinn you don't understand, I can't...." As I was searching for the right words to explain that once I started I couldn't stop, my cock head popped into his tight hole. Now I was gone. The sensation of Quinn's tight ass massaging my cock head was more then I could take. I stopped trying to speak as Quinn gently rocked back and forth, working more of my cock and precum into his hole. I tried one last time "Quinn you need to know something." "Yes I need to know what it feels like to be with someone I love to be with someone that wants me for me" And I do, cause I really do want him. Want to make him mine. I put my arms around him and pull him to me as I start to work my cock deeper into his ass. I precum is slicking up the way but I'm still thicker then most so I'm taking my time knowing my cock is spurting up his ass and lubing him up good. I as I gently work my cock in and out of his ass I use one hand to pull his face to me and gently kiss his lips. It start out soft like everything about this did but it quickly get more passionate. Quinn is like a drowning man gasping for his last breath. He's pushing his ass back onto my cock and trying to swallow my tongue. I feel him wince as he pushes a bit more then he should. "Easy baby no need to rush I got you and I got what you need. Let me do the work" I gently pull back to just the crown and flex my cock. I can feel the precum oozing out of my head lubing up his tight ass. Gasping "Oh my god that feels so good" I flex my cock again and Quinn moans. Now that I've got a couple of good squirts of precum I slide an inch back in. "Feel that baby" I flex again. That's me lubing up your hole, that's my precum and my dna getting into you. Your going to be mine more then you counted on" I slide another inch into him and stop to flex again. Now my other hand is caressing his chest and my lips have found his ears. I'm not sure which is more sensitive for him as each time I tweak his nip's his ass spasms around my cock but each time I nibble his ear he tries to push further back. I've got 4 inches in his sweet ass and my cock wants to charge the rest of the way in but I want this to last and I have to make Quinn mine I have to do to him what no one has over done. I'm going to make love to him but I'm also going to poz him up. I can't help it. I want him, he has to be mine. I tried to tell him but once my cock was in he was going to be bred and it was my toxic seed, my dna that would be knock him up. I pull back a 1/2 inch only to give me twice that back. "Jason <gasp>, Oh my god, Jason OH" Quinn can seem to finish what he's trying to say as each time he starts I push in a bit more of my cock. "Ok baby here you go here's the last bit" and with that I shove the last inch of my cock deep in this tight ass. Damn it feels like a python is squeezing my dick. This boy is as tight as they come even considering what his mom makes him do. I pull him tighter against me and roll over on my back. He lays his head against my head board and I start to pull out, the grip on my dick is amazing and then when just my cock slide out and thrust it all back in at once. Quinn lets out a moan and his ass just quivers around my cock. I slowly pull out and ram it back in a few more time getting him loosened up. Now I have him turn around and face me. Damn the boy is hung and I'm going to enjoy having that in my ass but that's for another time. My cock is in place and be damned if he's coming out before his job is done. I grab Quinn's hips and raise him up and then drop him on my cock. His eye's open wide as my cock viciously rams his prostate and cum squirts out his cock. He isn't cuming yet just my cock hitting him just right to force some of his boy juice onto my chest. Oh fuck that's hot. I repeat the process and am rewarded with a couple more shots of cum on my stomach. Quinn is moaning and grinding down on my cock like he's cowboy at a rodeo. I'm getting close but I need to do that job right. I pull Quinn to my chest and roll us over so he's on his back. He instinctively wraps his legs around my waste. I grind down into him hitting is sweet spot and making his cock jump. I can feel my own venom building up, my balls are aching my cock is flaring up for the bite. I start to pummel his ass hitting his spot every other thrust. Quinn is alternating between gasping and moaning. Suddenly he stiffens up and without any other friction other then our sliding stomach he shoots his load between us. He's shuddering like he's in the middle of a seizure and his ass is milking my dick for all its worth. This is just to much and my cock expands and lashes out. Its sends its venom deep into Quinn's ass making him ours. My cock feels like its never going to stop shooting. I've shoot at least 7 times deep into his ass and I'm still throbbing and pulsing inside him. Quinn has his arms wrapped around my neck and is kissing me and crying at the same time. "shh shh its ok baby I'll take care of you" "Jason no one has ever made me feel like that. They don't care how I feel the just fuck me and they don't care how I feel" I sit up with my cock still nestled in his ass "I'm not like those guys when I say I'll take care of you I mean it" "yeah I....Jason....what's that?!" With a shaky finger he points to tattoo on my left pec. "You know what that is and what it means don't you?" "OH NO! Jason NO!"

My first time with them I went to a another bottoms house to suck a Dom top with him then watch him get fucked. They had me take poppers for my first time heavily while sucking him with the other bottom. The top told me to get bent over the bed too and I obediently obeyed, the poppers made me want it so bad. I didn't even ask if he was doing to use a rubber and he slammed in and started pounding me and the best way to second my reaction was to moan like a whore. He went back and forth using us hard and bare and put a load deep in me then fed the other bottom his next load but the poppers made me want to be used and fucked so badly and loved it

t4 AthWhore’s note: If you have reached this point you delt with my admin and medical shit. And that is not the half of it, I also bruised a rib dropping a bike. However, I am back up on the typing pony. I am but a sock puppet for these characters, but I do rather enjoy an arm up my ass. I baited you here with a promise of sex. I try to never break a promise, so enjoy the ride. … continued …”I was working my way up for another beer, got it, drank about half down and then - it happened. The cup was just coming down and I noticed an especially enticing chest with ripped abs and a treasure trail, but then I noticed its owner was looking back right at me, and I dropped my beer. I ducked down to fetch the cup to a couple of ‘hey watch it’ exclamations from guys who had been splattered. I remained ducked down cursing. Surely it was the beers and the rail drink, I slowly rose up and he was gone in the crowd. That is when I felt the tap and a loud voice that could be heard over the music. “Hey Marine, cum here often”? It was Andy. Fuck!”… Nothing in the Boot Camp Crucible had prepared me for this obstacle. Nothing in my education, training, experience, knowledge (not quite the same as education), or disposition had prepared me for hole I had dug for myself. I had thought I might be gay for a long time, I had realized I must be gay after talks with my Uncle, but I had been a practicing gay for only a few days starting with the loss of my virginity. I had no understanding of what my expression might be signaling to Andy or any other drinkers showing off their flesh. I was looking at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was there waiting for the dude to jump out and say smile you’re on candid camera! I was waiting for the GOTCHA! Andy was looking a little apprehensive, not like a predator who had captured its prey. In fact, his expression looked like my emotions felt – sheer startle! “This isn’t a setup”? I asked. “Dude, I mean Corporal, Don’t Ask Don’t Tell has not been reinstated as far as I heard, and far be it from me to suggest that a Marine who is senior to me is slow, No disrespect intended - but I thought you said the Navy had reported that you had survived your head injury? He was laughing now; his concern had vanished like a puff of smoke. Andy was right, I was slow. You mean… Yes sir, what are the chances two gay Marines from the same unit, the same barracks, and the same barracks room who sleep together but have never had sex with each other would show up here on shirtless men drink free night? Pretty damned likely I’d say! After a little bit absorbing the bizarre pill that I had just taken I realized I was laughing, Andy was laughing. A lot of things were suddenly funny. I told Andy he had made me drop my beer and that was funny. He said, “Well let’s get two more”! And we wormed to the bar service area through the man-flesh. Refueled and lubed with beer, we wormed over a bit to the wall. We were looking at each other, we both started to speak but aborted when they saw the other was starting to speak. The noise was incredible. For Vets who had PTSD, noise was sometimes a trigger, but I was not hearing a thing. I was falling into Andy’s Hazel Green Eyes. I was admittedly new to gay sex and for the last few days had thought I had experienced love. Up the ass it was true, but how was I to know? I was realizing my understanding of love was a … total misunderstanding. I kissed Andy. A press of the lips turned into a Frenching, which turned into him trying to suck the tongue out of my head. It looked like he was experienced at this, I tried to keep up learning along the way. I did not realize until it was over that this was my first man-kiss. Time was suspended only to come crashing back with an announcement that it was 11 O’clock, and making a few other burps of noise that we totally ignored. It was only as the dance music started, and crowd movement changed that we were brought back into this reality. Andy was taking charge since his stunned Corporal was still a little out of it. “Follow me Mike, let’s do a Head Call. Follow me and keep close”. Andy started moving through the crowd with me following in his wake. There was of course a line, but it seemed to be going fast enough. He looked behind me and said, “Flagging Right Pocket Blue I see”? “Flagging”? I responded. Andy came back with a question - “How long have you been at this if I might ask”? After a pause where I had to backtrack my calendar of impossible and improbable occurrences I replied back “five”. “5 what”? “Five Days”. He looked at me like I was pulling his leg, kept an eye on my frank expression. “Do you play poker”? “No” I replied, “this is not a bluff”? He stared at me intently. OK, you got me, you are either a master bluffer or you’re telling me the truth”. The line was at the door to the head, lets piss. The Head was cramped, and I so wanted to touch Andy but not in this place. I curbed my desire with glances and concentrated as well as I could on pissing before I got a hard on. It was already stiff from before and I had a stream like a fire hose and the pain of urination with a hard on was brutal. A thought occurred from Boot Camp Hygiene class or was it the Clap? Damn! I had not checked for messages from the clinic. When we were both finished, we squeezed out of the Head and went down the back stairs. Andy pointed to a picture frame with an old lithographic rendering. “That’s the old Trolley system going under Dupont Circle, my Grandfather said it was one of the cruisiest places in DC back in the day”. He continued “You want a pint or a rail drink”? I ordered a Blue Moon. Eventually Andy asked, “so you are freshly hatched, anybody I know”? “Unlikely” I replied. “OK, dish, who got your Cherry”? “You will keep it to yourself”? I hesitated and evaded but Andy finally got me to admit “The guys under the overpass”. “WHAT? Were you assaulted”? As I shook my head and looked down “You lost your Cherry to the TROLLS”? I just looked at him realizing what a mistake I had just admitted to and turned to leave. He grabbed me and I aborted my automatic physical response when I saw his expression had fallen into concern then horror as he realized his mistake. “Sorry Mike, really! But please realize that was quite a revelation. I don’t doubt it, who would say it if it were not so?” I squeezed my eyes shut; this could not possibly be happening. Andy said, “Let’s have another round”. As the night wore on and we drank more, we were both lit when Andy asked me: “Can I ask a few more questions”? My glance showed nothing suspicious, just concern so I nodded. “Have you been tested and gone on PEP? I nodded and said “yes, and then added, HIV Negative so far, and I have been afraid to look at the other results. They should be on my phone”. Andy digested this and said, “I’m not writing a log or anything but 12 guys seems to be a busy week”. “Weekend I corrected” Andy’s eyebrows rose but after my last reaction he changed the subject slightly. “Back to our earlier conversation, flagging Blue in the Right pocket means you are the Catcher, the Bottom, or if those terms are unfamiliar the Receiver who likes to get fucked”. I replied, “it is just my beach ditty bag”. “Well, you seem to be a prodigy knowing without learning, though this seems to simply be luck on your part. So, if you had a dozen cocks up your ass 5 days ago, I surmise your ass might be hungry for more”? I asked, “you want to take this back to the Barracks”? “Depends, Andy said, are you a screamer”? My blank look answered his question. “Best to not risk it Andy continued. Check your phone for your results please”. I looked at the message, but it was Greek to me. “May I” Andy Asked. He continued summarizing “HIV Neg but that can take weeks or more to trigger a stage called seroconversion and that is unlikely if you keep up with your PEP. Negative for the rest of the regular list, which leads me to my next inquiry – would you like to get some tonight”? “How, where”? I responded. “DC Still has a Bath House. Finish your beer”. We left down a different alley from the one I had used approaching the bar and zigzagged around to a traffic circle and turned again on 14th. He went into the CVS and grabbed 4 bottles of water, paid and once we got outside, Andy said “chug a bottle but keep the empty. DC used to be the capital of bathhouses excepting NYC. Shit there used to be one a block from the Whitehouse, The Olympic Baths. The seedy ones and the really naughty clubs were over by the far end of the original Navy Yard property where Nat’s Park is now. Grandad said it was hilarious that the Pope blessed the Nation from the site where the old Glory Hole and O street baths were”. We went Up 14th St NW and I asked “is it near the Clinic”? Andy said “somewhat, but that is farther up. Coincidental. Here we are”. He went through a generic looking street door just like thousands of others on the street. The vestibule had a pair of service windows. Andy went up to the free one and said “Two. Military discount lockers please” and handed over his ID and gestured for me to provide mine. Two lockboxes were slid through the window put your valuable in your box please. Andy told me to put my cell on airplane mode and did the same to his phone. We went through the inner door to the counter on the other side where we were given towels. Andy had been conversing with the counter attendant, and it appeared he was buying a bottle of lube. I had been feeling misgivings since the street, but realized that had been the point where I should have turned back. Beyond couches and medium lighting lounge areas you could see gym equipment but besides the combination of unfamiliar environments I was experiencing some unfamiliar sensations internally. I realized my dick was hard and my asshole was twitching. I became acutely aware that besides a manual release jerk off session in the Barracks Head, my nuts were churning with a full load. I was led into a locker room with benches. Andy spoke up: “Mike your eyes are as wide as saucers. I can tell this is your first time in a bath house. Here are some pointers - If someone is feeling you up and you are open to their touch, go for it. If not push their hand away”. He told me to strip and started doing so himself. “Still got your empty bottle? Leave it out as you stow your clothes”. Andy took a plastic nozzle out of his pocket and laid it on his towel. First thing, cleanout and prep. What you ate 24 to 72 hours ago affects your ‘end’ game as of now. Since this includes chow hall pasta, it is best to take care of this now. Take your bottle. Fill it with warm water (not hot) put this nozzle on the bottle, flush and repeat. Let’s go to the head” Andy had not yet wrapped up with his towel but let me to the bathroom where I cycled through this new experience while Andy held a stall open for me to go back and forth. After the deed was done, Andy put the nozzle and bottle in his locker and we went to the lounge area and sat on one of the couches. After a bit where it seemed he was looking inside my head, he leaned in and kissed me again. I felt his hands on my chest where he pinched a nipple, and I jumped. After a bit, he leaned back and said: “OK, I had not planned on playing tour guide tonight, but I suppose I drew the duty. Have you ever sucked anyone”? After I shook my head, he continued. “OK, you jumped to Advanced Placement studies. Important things to remember are covering your teeth, adjusting angle, and do not forget to breathe. Most guys like hummers but we can cover that at the Barracks. I see you do not suffer from ED as he glanced at my raging towel covered boner. First lesson is boner control. Summon a memory of an ugly lady from your past and that usually works”. It Did work! Andy continued. “If you happen upon a scene or sexual encounter, it is OK to watch, but don’t join in unless invited in. If you come to an open room door and get waived in, that invite is obvious. If you come up on a room door with a guy ass up, and don’t get a waive off they are usually looking to get fucked”. Andy moved onto a new topic. “Have you ever fucked anyone”? After I shook my head, Andy continued “Great, the bottoms will be happy about that”. Let’s go explore shall we”? I followed Andy and we went into the Steam Room where the water vapor steam was stifling. There was a group on the far bench gagging and slurping sounds from somewhere deep in the pile of guys. Andy waved me back out. “Sometimes, you can hang around a scene and get another one going, but let’s see what else is up”. We went to the Dry Sauna but no one was there. We padded up and down a few halls and found an open door. Any looked in and said “Hi Buddy as I joined them. Buddy, this is a friend, could you suck him a bit for me”? Buddy moved quick and my towel was on the floor and his wet mouth and throat had a good seal on my cock. He was pressing on my taint and gently kneading my balls. My body shifted from curious caution to moaning lust. Andy has checking his hole with a finger and then asked Buddy if he wanted my cock up his cunt. Again moving quickly, he spun and sheathed his ass on my rampart erection. I was a little hesitant, so he started humping back on my cock doing all the work. Andy’s voice prompted Buddy to pull off, flop back onto the tiny bunk and grab his ankles. I reinserted and Andy was coaching me to watch alignment, pull all the way out and slam back in. Buddy was whimpering in ecstasy. With one hand he grabbed Buddy’s dick and started wanking. Buddy started arching his back, toes and other extremities in orgasmic contortion. With his other hand, he shoved a finger up my ass past a spot that caused everything to explode. Buddy’s cumload spattered his face and the wall. I thought I had died and sagged driving my cock even deeper injecting the last of my load up his cunt. It took a while, but everyone came down from their Cum and slowly realigned with a semblance of normalcy. The finger up my ass was gone, but the quick intrusion had been both sharply stinging and thrilling. There was cum everywhere. I felt weak, different, satisfied, sated, and perhaps happy. Andy broke the mood by giving Buddy’s cock a last squeeze and saying, “thanks Buddy”. To me he said, “time to hit the showers”. This was definitely NOT a routine week for me. Trying to process everything that happened as I was taking a Hollywood Shower, Andy started a soapy rubdown on me. He said “You are playing catchup, but you cannot assimilate everything at once. But, while I am on the subject, what do you think? I stared at him blankly for a bit and admitted it was awesomely overwhelming. Andy turned off his shower head, “come on, there’s more”. We dried and wrapped our towels around our waists and Andy led the way down another corridor and turned into a dark opening in the wall. This gave way to dark space that varied between faint illuminations to pitch black. Further in, there were obstacles/objects that had small pools of light. Andy held my arm and stopped me, turning me into a kiss. For a moment, we were back in the bar where he was sucking my tongue out of my mouth. As the kiss continued, he tweaked my nipples making me gasp and then placed his hands on my shoulders gently pressing me down to my knees. In the dim light, I could just make out the outline of Andy’s uncut cock. It was maybe a little bigger than my 7 inches and was surrounded by a heady musky smell that was making my breathing difficult. A slight movement by Andy and his cock poked my cheek. I started an intake gasp, and it was in my mouth! I tried to remember to cover my teeth. And explored his foreskin with my tongue. He pressed deeper and my airway was obstructed. “Breathe through your nose” Andy advised. He then pulled out, reversing for a few minor thrusts as he did so. By this time, our OJT had attracted some onlookers. Andy steered me over to a padded fuckbench. “A few value added lessons – HIV is pretty slow normally, but there are other STI’s that are worth knowing about”. I realized the absurdness of the situation, was Andy really matter-of-factly discussing STI’s in a Bathhouse Darkroom? If anything, the press of the crowd increased. Andy continued like he was delivering a practiced training plan. You get a Mercer Staph infection up the ass, your days are numbered in days, not years, not months” Andy pushed me over the fuckbench. “You allergic to latex? Speak up now”. However, I could not speak as my mouth now had a pierced cock with god knows what kind of hardware attached invading past my tonsils into my throat. Andy Continued (as he was pressing a lubed thumb up my chute– “I am a Pitcher, I mostly fuck only military, your hole has had some questionable visitors in the past week. You may also find that pain is often the flip side of the pleasure coin. The cock with the hardware was slowly removed . I saw it belonged to a gym stud in leather chaps. The metal of his piercings caught what little light there was and transmitted a message of pain and destruction via little flickers of light as photons danced on his jewelry. His cock was replaced with a big black cock that became a real challenge for my air supply. Andy inserted his cock and the lube could not mitigate the shock and trauma from the friction of the intruding cock. Andy was taking slow thrusts pressing me forward, My PTSD thought I was back in the helicopter drowning, gasping for air every time it became available. My ass was clenching around the latex intruder. Andy lay across my back whispering unintelligible instructions in my ear while thrusting away. Then, Andy screamed in distress and surged forward plugging my throat with the BBC. I felt the condom snap as Andy fire Hosed his cum up my clenching ass. I felt the BBC owner flinch as I shot ejaculate under the fuckbench and once I was able to undock from what had to be 8 or 9 inches I was able to turn as see that Andy was being rough fucked by the hardware-laden leather gym bunny who yelled “take my Toxic Load you Jar Head”!

In the heart of Toronto, nestled in a trendy loft converted into a playground for the city's most adventurous, I found myself at a jockstrap party. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and the underlying musk of sex. The room pulsed with the throb of electronic music, and the hum of anticipation was palpable. I was drawn to the corner where two sexy daddies were holding court, their presence commanding and their eyes hungry with desire. They were both tall, muscular, and exuded an aura of confidence that was impossible to ignore. Their jockstraps barely contained their massive cocks, and I could see the outlines of their thick shafts straining against the fabric. One had a thick, veiny cock that looked like it could split me in two, while the other had a monster of a cock, at least 10 inches long and thick as a fucking soda can. Their chests were broad and hairy, and their arms were corded with muscle, a testament to their strength and power. I approached them, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They noticed me immediately, their eyes roaming over my body with a predatory gaze. "Well, well, look what we have here," one of them said, his voice a deep rumble. "A fresh little meat looking for some fun." I nodded, my mouth dry. "I'm looking for a good time," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. "We can give you a good time," the other one said, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "But you have to be ready for us. We like it rough, and we like to share." I swallowed hard, my ass clenching at the thought. "I'm ready," I said, my voice more confident this time. They led me to a sling, the leather creaking as they secured me in place. My ass was exposed, vulnerable, and ready for whatever they had in store. They fed me poppers, the sharp, sweet smell filling my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. The room spun, and my senses heightened, every touch, every sound, amplified. One of them stepped up behind me, his thick cock pressing against my ass. He rubbed the head against my hole, teasing me, making me beg for it. "Please," I moaned, my body aching with need. "Fuck me." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching me wide. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The other daddy stepped up, his monster cock in hand. He pressed the head against my mouth, and I opened wide, taking him in. His cock filled my mouth, the taste of him salty and intoxicating. I sucked him with fervor, my tongue swirling around his shaft, feeling the veins pulse with his arousal. They took turns, one fucking my ass while the other fed me his cock. The sensations were overwhelming, my body on fire as they pounded into me. I could feel the pressure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, they switched, and I was being stretched by the monster cock. It was intense, the stretch almost too much, but I loved every second of it. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my skin, the sound a symphony of pleasure. As he fucked me, he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Are you tested negative, little one?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. I shook my head, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Yes a month now," I managed to gasp out. He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "And are you on Prep?" he asked, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Again, I shook my head. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the throb of the music and the sound of our bodies slapping together. He leaned back, a wicked grin on his face. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "We're going to fill you up with the most potent cum you've ever had. You're going to be fertilized, little one. You're going to carry our seed." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I was theirs to use, theirs to fill, and I was ready for whatever they had in store. The daddy with the thick, veiny cock took his turn next, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that made the sling creak. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. But the night wasn't over yet. More men joined, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their turn in the sling. I was passed around, each man taking their pleasure from my ass, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. One man, in particular, caught my eye. He was tall and lean, with a cock that was long and thin, like a fucking blade. He stepped up behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low whisper. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock sliding in with ease, stretching me wide. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. Another man took his turn, his cock thick and short, like a fucking baseball bat. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. The night wore on, and I was passed around, each man taking their turn, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. I couldn't keep count of how many men there were, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their pleasure from my ass. Finally, as the night began to wane, the two daddies returned, their cocks still hard and ready. They stepped up behind me, their hands roaming over my body, their touches sending shivers down my spine. "Ready for more, little one?" one of them asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. They took their turns, their cocks stretching me wide, filling me completely. They pounded into me, their hips slamming against my ass with each thrust, their cocks hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. They didn't let up, their cocks driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking their cocks, drawing them deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, they unloaded inside me, their hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as they pumped their load, their cocks pulsing with each spurt. They stayed inside me, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks of their orgasm, until finally, they pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had been used, filled, and pleasured beyond my wildest dreams. The night had been a whirlwind of pleasure, and I knew I would never forget it. After the party, I stepped outside to get some fresh air and have a smoke. The cool night breeze felt good against my sweaty skin. As I was taking a drag, a sexy bartender from the club joined me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey there," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "You looked like you had quite the night in there." I smirked, feeling a mix of pride and exhaustion. "You could say that," I replied, taking another drag. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I heard you were the one getting fucked in the sling. Is that true?" I nodded, a shiver running down my spine at the memory. "Yeah, that was me." He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Well, you're a lucky little twink. I've seen those daddies in action, and they know how to use that equipment." I felt a flush of heat spread through me, remembering the intensity of the night. "They sure do," I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper. He took a step closer, his body pressing against mine. "You know, I've been watching you all night. You're fucking hot, and I've been dying to get a piece of that ass." I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his. "Is that so?" I asked, a playful smirk on my face. He nodded, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "Oh, yeah. And I think it's time I had my turn." Before I could respond, he spun me around, pushing me up against the wall of the alley. His hands roamed over my body, his touches firm and confident. He unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, hard cock that was already leaking pre-cum. He pressed the head against my ass, rubbing it against my hole, teasing me. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound echoing through the alley, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As we caught our breath, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I took it, my hands still trembling from the intensity of the encounter. We smoked in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the cigarettes and the distant hum of the city. Finally, he turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. "You know, I think you're going to be changing a lot of details on your hookup app profiles soon." I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, yeah? And why is that?" He chuckled, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Let's just say that the daddies you were with tonight are known for their... potent seed. And from the looks of it, you took quite the load." I felt a chill run down my spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I mean, little one, that you're probably carrying a little something extra now. Something that's going to change your life forever." I didn't understand what he meant, but his words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. As I walked away, my body aching and satisfied, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for whatever was to come. Two months later, as I lay in bed, feverish and aching, the diagnosis came: HIV. I was bugged, and it was all because of that wild night at the jockstrap party. But as I thought back to the words whispered in my ear, the promise of being fertilized with the most potent cum, I realized what the bartender had meant. I had been changed, marked by that night, and now I carried a part of them with me, a constant reminder of the pleasure and the risk. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. It was a risk I took, and now I was paying the price. But the memory of that night, the intensity of the pleasure, the raw, primal nature of it all—it was something I would never forget. And as I looked to the future, I knew that my life would never be the same.

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Stop at my local truck stop, live north of Boston farm area, and always action. Old dark black guy was sitting out side, seem like a grandpa, but luck had it i got blow him in stall, fat 7 dark cock !!! Love it big load

Whilst I am mostly bottom I sometimes switch (can't be choosey after all!)

Ok guys, Thanks for all the positive feedback, it made me write another part. This part will first start with some more introduction of what is to come, the hotel grounds (to give it the holiday feeling and sense of discovery ), and at last, another sexual part. I'm trying to get the story going, to let Jake discover new things and make it all worth reading, and not just more of the same thing. Though I guess some things are worth repeating . I included a lot of AI photos again. This time I tried to put more attention on the scenery, to have you guys join Jake's walk in the statue park and the way he discovers more and more. I hope you like this addition to the story . Let me know how you liked the story so far , and this new part. If you're missing things, or would like to see some things added or changed in new parts , if you have ideas, don ' t hesitate to write them to me. Have fun reading. P.S . I started writing the next part already . I had to wait until all the images were uploaded . Part 19 After Leroy told me his story from last night and we finished our breakfast, I see a message on my smartwatch. Oh, a message….. Oh ,I missed that one coming in, lessening to Leroys story…. We need to go to a panel, Leroy, I tell him as I stand up from the table. In a few seconds, we are both leaving the breakfast and heading to a panel. I wonder what the message will be, so as soon as we arrive at the panel, I log in with my smartwatch. ---------------------------------------------------- Dear guest. Today is African Day . The hotel will be turned into an African theme. Maybe you have noticed we have already put up some decorations for this theme. We are happy to see you all at the main stage at 12 : 00. There will be a cocktail bar preparing cocktails out of coconut shells. We like to enjoy you all whit entertainment and music in an African theme, to party together. The host will also give the heads-up from the top score . Please dress in theme. On further notice, there will be a roulette game starting at 16 : 00. If you signed up for the roulette game when booking the hotel, we are happy to see you at that time in the hotel park (location will be sent to your smartwatch ). Down this letter will show if you are participating/signed in. If you're not and would like to participate , ask one of our helpers. We would like to see you at the African dinner starting at 18 : 00 until 23 : 00. For those who participate in the roulette game, they will have an exclusive dinner at a different location (info will follow). At 23 : 00 hours, there will be a themed activity at the main stage. The hotel staff wishes you all a pleasant day and stay. Signed in for roulette game : Yes ---------------------------------------------------- Oh .... I log off again and watch on my smartwatch . It's 10 : 30. I still have 1 . 5 hours. I watch Leroy as I can see him smile. So we both are participating , I guess . I ask him, while Leroy nods to confirm and is logging off. So... leroy...what shall we do? We stil have some time to spere before we have to be at the main stage. Leroy watches me. Well, what about a beach walk? We could do that . I think that's a good idea to spend some time so we can freshen ourselves up after it and be on time at the main stage at 12. This place is so big. You can easily get lost here. It's a good thing there are maps all over and we can navigate with the smartwatch . Let's see. The shortest way... Damn . That walk is way too long to go there and back to be on time. Let's see... oh , we could take a walk through the statue garden, walk to the banana garden, stop at the banana bar to grab a drink, and walk back . Sounds like a plan, Leroy says to me as we start to walk. It is a walk of 40 minutes through these places to our rooms , so we should have enough time. As we walk , we chat about all sorts of things -how life is at home, our first dates, our hotel hookups, and of course , Leroy asks me about the first roulette game. He wonders how the games are and what he can expect. I'm not sure it will be the same this time, but I tell him all parts. He has seen my load number, so there is nothing to hide from that part. As we get into the statue garden, I can see all sorts of statues of men. Some are in sexual positions, some naked, and some dressed. There are some statues of cocks and asses, biohazard signs, scorpions , you name it. It seems all to be related to the poz rituals and hookups. Most statues have signage on them , so I stop at some and read. My eyes are being attracted to a huge iron statue in the middle of the statue park. You can walk all the way around the statue, and it is really huge. The sun is shining brightly on it. It's a statue of a hot black guy. He is standing on an altar, which says 1959 Congo. Photo statue 1959 congo I start to read the sign before it. This statue represents the first confirmed case of HIV in a human. It is linked to a blood sample taken in 1959 from a man in what is now Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo. While this is the earliest documented case, it's important to note that HIV may have existed in humans earlier, with some evidence suggesting transmission from animals to humans around 1920 in the same area. Because this man is the first known case, this statue, which represents this male, has a central place in this park. Some say... we all have a part of his DNA with us. There is no photo known of this man , but we still want to honor him this way. I start to walk to the next statue, which is standing just on the other side of the path. It's another big iron statue of a guy. It looks like it is a white man, if I have to guess... Photo statue first patient I start to read the sign. The first identified patient with HIV infection and AIDS was a Scandinavian man in the 1960s, who had visited West - Central Africa. This statue represents this Scandinavian man. There is no photo known of this man, but we still want to honor him. Fuck, I think to myself . That man was really hot if he really looked like that... No wonder anyone would love to fuck him... But I guess from that time there are almost no photos, so it might just be an impression. Now I start to walk to a smaller statue. An iron statue of a scorpion, on a white rock, that has a black/red biohazard sign on it. Photo statue scorpion Again I start to read. Some symbols are associated with HIV within the gay community as a way to signal their status to others or to express their experiences. Two of them are the biohazard symbol and the scorpion symbol. Some men tattoo them on their body. Next to it, there is another small iron statue. It is a sperm cell. Photo statue sperm cell Well , I guess that doesn't need any explanation at all. That's what is getting shared all over here in the hotel, I think to myself. Those are even still swimming in my hole from last night. In the back, there is also a statue of some sort of pill. It has the sign PrEPP with it. Photo statue PrEPP So I start to read this one. PrEP, which stands for pre-exposure prophylaxis, is a medication taken by HIV-negative individuals to significantly reduce their risk of contracting HIV when having bare sex. PrEP was first introduced in 2012 as a pill you take once a day. Some take it to fuck with poz men. Others don't and fuck with poz men anyway. The choice is yours... Fuck, I think to myself. I did not know this.... I'm taking it bare and not on any meds. I guess I'm too late now to start, if I even wanted to. But this definitely won't stop me from taking cocks. I walk through the statue park , seeing more and more statues . I keep reading the signs with it. I come up to the statue of the first male gay couple and start to read. Photo statue first male gay couple The earliest documented same-sex male couple in history is believed to be Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum, who lived in ancient Egypt around 2400 BCE. They served as royal manicurists and were buried together in a joint tomb, with artwork depicting intimate and affectionate poses. it is not sure how they really looked like, but we still want to honor them and give there story a face/impression by this statue. In the next statue, I recognize a part of myself. The domination-submission statue. Photo statue domination submission Well , if I have to choose ; I'm more of a submissive person, watching my sex acts here in the hotel... Who would have guessed, before this holiday? So many things have happened ... It looks like I am becoming a whole different person , making personal growth and exploration this holiday . Damn . This statue park at the hotel grounds is really letting me think... In the back , I see another statue and start to read again. for the ones we miss and the ones that keep breeding. Photo statue; for the ones we miss and the ones that keep breeding It looks like this statue is for all the poz tops and bottoms . for all the poz men that give their toxic cum , breeding and infecting, creating a new and bigger poz family. From those who have already died and the new poz tops, giving their former poz daddies' DNA to the next generation. and not to forget the bottoms, that take the toxic loads with pride. I can almost see myself standing between them, as a bottom , willingly taking their poz seed. Their DNA... As I watch Leroy, I can clearly see his cock got hard. "Fuck, those guys were hot," he says while he smiles at me. I look at the time on my smartwatch . Damn , we are spending way more time here than I had expected. Come on, Leroy . Let's go to the banana bar, I say to him, whit my voice raised so he can hear it clearly. We are almost there, and then we will go back through the banana garden. We are staying way to long here….. We walk for another 5 minutes and reach the bar. When we are at the bar, there are not many guys. We do see some helps hanging out. It looks like they are on a break. We stand close to them and listen to their talks. They are chatting about the event tonight , how they need to dress the guys up, where they should put them, some sort of BBQ dinner, putting up tents, etc. I can't really follow all the things they are saying, but it sounds like something big is coming up. One helper is telling that he got fucked by one of the dancers a few weeks ago, after they visited the hotel to sign the contract for today's act. The helper is hoping for another ride after his shift is over. WTF, I think? What is this event? What party does the hotel have in store for us? We drink our cocktail and I watch how late it is. We should go, Leroy. It is 11:15. If we walk through the banana garden, we will be back in our rooms in 20 minutes . We have enough time to change and be at the start of the main stage. He nods as he takes his last sip . We put our glasses on the bar and head off. Right to the back of the bar, to the banana garden. Instantly, we walk into the shadows. Light is getting through . Huge leaves of banana trees cover the path from the sun. It feels cool with a light breeze. I can hear birds singing through the garden. At some banana trees, there are real bananas hanging down. Green ones and yellow ones. It is beautiful . Big banana flowers shine through the leaves, some in the shadows and some in the sun. Some banana trees are as big as my upper leg and more than 2 . 5 meters high. The cool air between them is a relief from the heat of the day. At the ground, there are some purple flowers that make it a delight for my eyes to watch. Narrow paths are between the banana trees, not sure where they lead to. It is silent; we hear no one and we don't see anyone. It seems we are walking here all alone. Leroy and I keep our mouths shut. We are enjoying the nature in this part of the hotel park . After some minutes , I hear a soft panting , a huff. I walk further, and it seems like we are getting close to the sound. I can hear slapping ; it is skin on skin, moaning... I feel my own cock react to the sounds. I'm getting a bit hard. When I look at Leroy , he is hard as well. Even harder than me. Shall we go and watch? He smiles at me, pointing to a narrow path between the banana trees. The sound is coming from there. slowly and silently we walk into the small path , following the turns of the path deeper into the garden. We are getting more silent while the noise is getting clearly louder. We are close. And then, between some banana trees, we see them: two guys, fucking wildly. The banana trees and leaves are shaking from their thrusts. We hide a bit so we don't disturb the scene and get a bit closer to watch them, to see the rough fucking that is happening right before us. it's ... it's ... Jason... I recognize him, even as he has his back turned to us. Jason is fucking some Indian twink. the twink is somewhere in his early 19 ; he can't be older. the Indian twink is holding himself in place by gripping a banana tree , pushing his ass back to Leroy while he slams his cock into that boy's pussy. Leroy is fucking him rough and hard. their pants are down to their ankles, and they are both shirtless. Jason's short hair is waving at each thrust , sweat is dripping down his back. the black wavy hair of the Indian twink is flowing with each thrust from Jason , pushing his cock deep inside him. and with each thrust, the banana tree and leaves are moving, giving it a tropical, rough, and hard view. Jason has a nice catch, him as a 26-year-old , fucking this twink, I think to myself, wile we watch the fuck, taking place before our eyes. The Indian twink pulls Jason's cock out of his ass, turns, and watches deep into Jason's eyes. Fuck , you're good, he softly whispers to Jason. He starts to kiss him. I can see their thongs wrestle and spit hanging around the twink's mouth. When Jason breaks off the kiss, he spits into the Indian twink's mouth. Jason leaves no questions; he is the dominant top here... Photo Jason and Indian twink we hear Jason being verbal to the twink, with a rough and sexual voice: "You like that, you little fucking slut? You like my cock deep up your hole? Take it all, every inch!" While he turns the Indian twink back around and bends him over. Jason lines his bare cock to the twink's hole and rams it back in. A clearly audible plop is notable , followed by a hard skin-to-skin smack , echoing through the banana trees. The Indian twink whimpers and nods, his knuckles turning white as he grips the banana trees for support. "Y-Yes, daddy... Yes!" Jason is thrusting his hips forward with a grunt, his pelvis slapping against the twink's firm, round ass. Each collision echoes through the banana tree forest, mingling with the rustling leaves and distant calls of exotic birds. His eyes glaze over with lust as he watches the twink's tight hole stretch around his girth, the pinkness of his cockhead popping in and out of the boy's hole. His voice is a raw, animalistic growl as he speaks. "You're such a good little fuck toy , aren't you?" With each powerful thrust, the twink's moans become more desperate, his body quivering with pleasure and pain. The slap of their flesh fills the air, a rhythmic symphony of lust. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his teeth are clenched, the effort of holding onto the banana trees etched into his delicate features. The sensation of being fucked bare clearly sends shockwaves through his body. "A-Aahh... y-yes, daddy, y-yes..." he moans . Jason's hand snakes around the twink's waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls him back onto his cock with brutal force. His voice is a mix of pleasure and malice as he continues to demean and dominate. "That's it, slut. Take this big, infected dick. You want it, don't you? The twink's eyes flicker open briefly to see the glowing red light of Jason's smartwatch. The red glow is shining on the twink and the banana trees. It gives the holy setting a dark cinematic view. Leroy and I can clearly see the red glow, meaning Jason is poz. The reality of the situation hits the twink hard, but his desire is too intense to resist. "F-Fuck me, daddy... I want it all," his voice quivers as he begs for more, the fear and excitement blending together into the air , mixing with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant calls of exotic birds. "Don't hold back... please..." he moans. With a wicked smirk, Jason tightens his grip on the twink's waist, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He picks up the pace, driving into the younger man with a ferocity that sends shockwaves through the forest floor. "You're begging for it, huh? You like getting fucked by a real man with a real cock?" With each thrust, he calls out obscene names and comments, pushing the twink's limits. The twink's cries grow louder, echoing through the dense foliage. His body is on fire. The sound the twink, is a mix of pain and pleasure. It looks like it is almost too much to handle for him. Jason's breath touching the twinks neck, his harsh words only serving to inflame the twinks desire. "Y-Yes, Daddy ! Yes, fuck me hard! Don't stop, I need it..." is the twink begging, It sounds like the twink is craving the painful pleasure that Jason's big bare cock brings. Jason chuckles darkly , "Look at you, begging for more," his grip on the twink's waist tightening as he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, causing the twink to yelp. "So hungry for cock, aren't you?" He leans in close, whispering in the twink's ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Open up, baby. Take my fingers in that sweet little mouth of yours." The twink's eyes widen with surprise, but he obeys, parting his lips and allowing Jason to push two of his fingers into his mouth. "Mmph...," he mumbles around them, "Suck on those, make 'em nice and wet for me," Jason commands, his voice low and demanding. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" Jason asks, his tone one of dark amusement as he watches the twink's eyes glaze over with need. "You've never had a real man fuck you like this before, have you?" He pulls his fingers out of the twink's mouth, leaving it wet and glistening. "You're so fucking tight ; I can feel your little ass clenching around me." The twink nods eagerly, his breath coming in panting gasps. His voice is a mix of pleasure and awe as he speaks. "Y-Yes, daddy... This is... it's more than I've ever imagined," his words are punctuated by the sound of their bodies colliding. "You're my first... my first bare... white top..." Jason's eyes widen with excitement at the revelation. "Your first time? Well, you've picked a real winner, haven't you?" he says with a smug grin. His thrusts become more forceful, and it seems he is pushing his cock deeper and rougher into the Indian twink. "You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life, baby. You're going to remember the feel of my bare cock filling you up." The twink's body responds to Jason's pounding and rough talk . His cock is rock hard , swelling and leaking a trail of precum that trickles down his smooth thighs. "A-Aah, Daddy ... I can't... I'm going to..." Jason's grin widens as he feels the twink's body begin to tremble with impending orgasm. He reaches around to grasp the base of the twink's cock, squeezing gently to stave off the climax. "Not yet, baby. You're not going to cum until I say so." The twink's eyes widen with frustration and need, his body clearly begging for release. He nods, his eyes never leaving Jason's, and bites his lower lip to keep from crying out. "I-I'll wait, Daddy ..." he moans to Jason. "That's my good little slut," Jason praises, touching the twink's tight ass and body with his hands, while the twink's ass clenches around Jason's cock . It seems Jason is getting to his climax himself , his cock swelling and pulsing within the twink's tight hole. Sweat is dripping off his back, and every muscle is pulling tight together. I could be wrong, but it really looks like Jason is ready to cum, watching his back. His legs are shivering... he has to be... But why would he want to stop the twink from cumming with him? I wonder , while I'm spying on them through the banana tree leaves. Both are too busy fucking that they still have not noticed Leroy and me. And we definitely don't mind the show we watch. "You're going to take every drop I give you, and you're going to love it , " Jason moans out. Jason's orgasm sounds massive, echoing through the banana trees, his cock pulsing and releasing rope after rope of hot, infectious cum deep within the twink. He is holding his cock deep in the twink, mixing his seed with the twink's own ass juices. "You're going to get so full of me," he says, his voice a gruff whisper. "You're going to feel my load inside you for days, i am breeding you and making you mine." I can see his balls and cock twitching, spraying load after load into the Indian twink. The sensation is clearly overwhelming for the twink. He tries to hold back his orgasm while Jason is spraying his cum deep inside him. The boy's body is quivering and begging for release. “P-Please, Daddy ... I-I can't...” The twink's body tenses as Jason's cum fills him up. His own orgasm is a mere breath away, his cock bobbing in the air, desperate for attention. "Daddy, I-I'm so close," he stammers, his voice a desperate whine. "Please, let me cum..." With a wicked chuckle, Jason's hand snakes down to the twink's balls, giving them a firm squeeze. "Not yet, baby," he says, his grip tightening just enough to halt the twink's orgasm, causing him to whimper in pain. "I've got more to give you. I'm not done with you yet." The twink's eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a whimper of frustration and pain. " Fuck ... daddy..." he begs, his body quivering and desperate for relief. Jason withdraws his cock almost completely, his cock thick and covered in a mix of cum and ass fluids. Jason watches the twink's desperate expression with a mix of amusement and hunger. He gives his cock a few leisurely strokes before lining his cock up again. "You're going to take more than just one load, slut. I'll cum at least 5 times in you, boy... over and over again, before I allow you to cum, boy. "You're going to feel what it's like to be truly owned by a real white man," he says with a smirk, pushing back into the twink with a slow, deliberate pressure that makes the twink's legs wobble. "You're going to be so full of my toxic seed, you'll leak it out all over this forest." Jason laughs. The twink's eyes widen with a mix of fear and excitement at the thought of more, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "More, Daddy ? P-Please..." Jason's eyes gleam with a predatory hunger, his strokes becoming more forceful. "You want more, baby?" He grabs the twink's hips, pulling him back onto his cock with a vicious snarl. "You're going to get it, all right. You're going to be my cumdump." The twink's eyes are glazed with lust as he nods frantically. "Y-Yes, Daddy , more, please..." wile he gets pounded hard again. Jasons balls slap against the boys ass. a slapping sound filling the air. the twink can only beg. oh fuck... oh fuck.... yeah.... Daddy.... i can feel your cum ramming deeper in me...... use your cum in my hole as lube.... im yours.... i love it.... thank you, thank you.... wile he is looking back to Jasons sweathy chest and face. the twink is clearly loving it... it looks like he wants to keep his hole getting fucked by Jason over and over. he is so willing. Suddenly, his gaze flicks over Jason's shoulder and widens in shock. He is watching me and Leroy. He has seen us both, spying on them... Our eyes locked on each other while Jason keeps fucking the boy. Jason keeps thrusting hard into the twink's ass, his eyes never leaving him as he continues to fuck the twink. "What's wrong, baby?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive purr. "You want more of my cum, don't you?" Panic is in the twink's eyes. With a gasp, he yanks himself off Jason's cock, the sudden movement causing his ass to spurt out a stream of cum. "Oh my god..." he yells out , clearly in real panic that he is busted. His ass cheeks are slick with a mix of sweat and cum, a testament to the fierce fucking he's just endured. His voice is high-pitched with fear. "Oh no, oh no..." while he grabs down and yanks his shorts up. Jason's smile fades as he realizes they have an audience. He turns, still rock-hard and his cock covered in a mix of the twink's ass juices and his own cum. His gaze locks onto us, a mix of annoyance and challenge in his eyes. "What the fuck are you two staring at?" he barks out, not bothering to cover himself. The twink's face is a picture of horror and embarrassment. The boy is trying to cover the evidence of their recent encounter. His ass is a mess, a sticky mess of Jason's cum and his own juices that are now seeping through the fabric. "Oh my god, they saw us..." he whispers in panic. Jason watches us, a smile of recognition appearing on his face, his expression a blend of surprise and excitement. He sneers, his cock still standing hard and gleaming with their combined fluids. "You two want a taste?" Leroy nods instantly , which seems to relax the twink a bit, standing there, watching us. Photo Indian twink With a swift move, Jason grabs the twink's wrists, pulling him back to him. With the other hand he tears the black short down again , exposing the twinks well-fucked hole to us. "You can lick us clean," he says, his tone low and commanding. The twink's eyes widen in shock as Jason exposes him, but he can't tear his gaze away from us. The twink's body is still pulsing with the aftershocks of their raw, primal fucking. "D-Daddy, no... they can't..." His protests are cut short as Jason's hand clamps over his mouth. Slowly, Leroy and I start to walk out from our hiding spot, getting around the banana trees and leaves that covered us. As we walk to them, it is clearly visible that we enjoyed the show they gave us. In both our shorts, there is a big bulge, our cocks pressing against the fabric. Leroy is way faster than I am . He really likes to join in and reaches Jason. As soon as he is standing before him, he grabs Jason's hard, wet cock and drops down. Leroy opens his mouth and instantly starts to kiss and suck on Jason's cock. His lips wrap around his shaft while he starts to move his head up and down. A mix of cum and ass fluids from the Indian twink covers his lips and the insides of his mouth. Jason just laughs with a grin on his face. "Good boy... I bet you missed my cock." Come on, Jake, don't let that twink's hole dry up... I still want him for another ride. You don't want to be responsible for him being in pain when I ram my hard cock back in a dried-up hole. Lick him... keep his hole wet and open for my cock. And don't play the innocent boy now; I know your load score... Jason smirks at me. I swallow, thinking about what to do. I can see the same hesitation on the Indian twink's face. He is my age, but as I heard while they were fucking, way less experienced than I am ... I'm learning it the fast way here at the stay in the hotel. And this boy has to learn too . Jason turns his head to the boy. " Get your ass bent over, boy. Just like you did a second ago... if you want another ride ." His voice sounds rough, demanding, and hard. It leaves no room for debate. The Indian twink clearly shivers at the command. He is fully dominated by Jason , in the excitement of his fucking and hotness. The Indian guy slowly turns around. His cock is half hard. He lost the point of excitement ; he lost the urge to cum from the shock of being caught . But the twink is eager to get to that point again. He grabs the banana tree again and slowly bends over. His shorts fall back down, which were still hanging on his knees. Slowly showing his just-fucked-up ass and hole. His ass is wet and sticky. Out of his tight hole, there is a mix of Jason's cum and his ass fluids leaking. It looks hot, wet, and tasteful . Jason grabs my head while I am close to him, pushing me to the boy's ass. "Go on," he says, his voice a seductive purr. "Tongue-fuck that tight little hole. Taste that hole and my cum... Make sure his hole is nice and clean for the next round , " he says to me. Leroy is still sucking him. He even tries to deep throat him sometimes . I bend to my knees and get my face close to his ass. I can smell the sent of cum from his ass. The heath of his skin and the heath of his fresh fucked hole. His hole looks wet, tastefull, leaking. Shoud i??? "Go on," Jason says, his voice a seductive purr. "Tongue-fuck that tight little hole. Make sure it's nice and clean for the next round." Without thinking, I drive my nose through his cheeks and put my lips on his ass. I kiss it. The twink's eyes go wide with shock as he feels my hot breath against his still-throbbing hole. His body tenses, including his sphincter. He can't help the way his ass cheeks clench reflexively. "W-What's he doing?" he whispers, his voice trembling. Jason's chuckle is filled with dark amusement as he watches the twink's reaction. "He's just going to clean you up for me, baby," he says, his eyes never leaving the twink's face. " He will make sure you're nice and ready for round two." I move in closer, my tongue darting out to trace the rim of the twink's freshly breached hole. I lick the sticky, leaking cum from the twink's skin, savoring the mix of flavors, slowly making my way up to his sphincter. I get goosebumps all over while I feel the guy's heat, reaching his sphincter. A salty taste of moisture and cum covers my lips. I kiss his boy hole and give a small suck on it. The Indian twink reacts to my kiss with a soft, loving moan... While I slowly stick my tongue out and start to lick his boy hole. I taste him and Jason. My tongue plays and presses at his hole, while each time I press, a little bit of Jason's cum leaks out of his hole. It tastes salty with a mix of sweet. It feels warm on my tongue, warm because the boy has a fresh load up that ass and because of the heat of the twink's ass itself. I start to lick lovingly and slowly, making circles with my tongue . The boy is moaning loudly . His hole twitches. Fuuuuck .... this feels so good.... Jesus..... he almost screams it out. Jason's eyes narrow with pleasure as he hears the twink and watches how I rim him. With one hand, he pushes my head deeper into the boy's crack to stimulate me licking, while Jason himself is still getting sucked. Leroy's mouth wraps around Jason's cock tight , the heat and suction sending shivers down Jason's spine. "Yeah, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all, you fucking whore." The sound of Jason's balls hitting Leroy's chin echoed through the thick air. I guess I'm doing a good job, for the first time I ever rimmed someone. So I start to work on it harder. Both my hands grip the Indian guy's ass as I try to pull his ass more apart. My tongue driving deeper around and in his hole. My tongue is fucking him. The bod is getting wild. Fuck... fuck... yeah..... this is..... so... dammmmmmmmmm. His cock is reacting to my licks and within no time the Indian guy is hard again. The twink's eyes are glued to the erotic scene next to him. Watching how Jason is fucking the mouth of Leroy , his breath coming in short gasps. "I-I don't know if I can handle it... The Indian twink is leaking pre-cum again, while one of my hands grabs his leaking cock. I start to stroke him softly. My hand is getting covered by his pre-cum. With a popping sound, Leroy pulls his mouth off of Jason's cock, his cheeks hollow from the effort. He stands up, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He turns around and rips his shorts off, revealing a tight, muscular ass. He wiggles it enticingly at Jason while he pushes his bare ass against Leroy's bare, wet cock. "My hole needs your cock again." His voice almost sounds like it is begging. Jason does not need an invitation to pound Leroy's hole, but looking at his face, he does enjoy it. He grips Leroy's hips firmly, pulling him back onto his cock with a grunt. With a forceful thrust, he pounds his big cock deep into Leroy's hole. Leroy moans hard and loud, holding himself in place by grabbing a banana tree . His moans and screams echo through the banana trees, mixing with the sound of the moaning Indian twink I am rimming. "You want this, don't you?" Jason asks Leroy, his voice a low growl. "You want to feel this infected meat inside you, filling you up? " Leroy nods eagerly, his breath coming in short pants. "Y-Yes, sir," he says, his voice trembling. "Please, fuck me." The red light from Jason's smartwatch shines on us all while he fucks Leroy aggressively . The Indian twink is watching them, getting more and more excited and leaking more and more pre-cum. I can sense the twink's rising arousal, my tongue working even harder, dipping into the tight hole and swirling around to clean every last drop of cum that leaks out of his tight hole. I moan in pleasure, the taste of their combined juices driving me wild. The twink's moans grow louder as my tongue explores his sensitive insides. His hands reach back to grip my shoulders, pushing me closer despite his earlier protests. "Don't stop," he gasps, his hips rocking back to meet my face. The twink's eyes are closed tightly as my tongue delves into his ass. I can feel the guy is getting close to cum again. My tongue slurps and licks at the twink's hole ; the taste of cum and ass is driving me crazy. My own cock is now straining against my pants. But a strange feeling is coming over me. I don't want to get pleasured myself. I like to pleasure these guys, especially the Indian twink I am licking right now. I want to prepare his hole for a second fuck... and maybe even more... The twink's eyes snap open at the sound of Leroy's eager whimpers. He watches, transfixed, as Jason's cock sinks into Leroy's willing ass , moaning hard and loudly so anyone can hear. "You like watching, don't you?" I ask , while rimming the boy. The twink's eyes flick between the two men and me, his breath hitching while I keep softly stroking his cock. He nods, his voice shaky. "Y-Yes, I do," he breathes in a whisper. My tongue pushes deep against and into his sphincter again, tickling his insides. The twink's eyes are glued to the sight of Jason's thick cock disappearing into Leroy's ass, his own body responding with an involuntary shiver of arousal. His hand clenches around the banana tree trunk, his knuckles white with the effort of not reaching for his own cock, but to let me give him all the pleasure. My tongue continues to probe and tease the twink's ass, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. His legs are shaking. The boy is moaning loud while I can feel his cock hardening and thickening in my hand. It starts to shiver... his sphincter tightens , while I keep invading it with my tongue, licking it wildly, kissing his boy hole, and sucking on it. It seems the Indian twink can't hold it much longer. His eyes squeeze shut, and with a strangled cry, I can feel his orgasm building. He screams it out. "A-Aahh, oh fuck..." mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin from Leroy and Jason. With a final, deep thrust of my tongue, I feel the twink's body tense and shiver. The twink's cries crescendo into a loud moan as he releases his load, spurting hot semen that arcs through the air, landing between the banana trees. The twink's body convulses , his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth releasing moans and screams . "A-Ahh, oh God !!!! Damn .... My hand is getting covered in his cum while he keeps shooting his cum between the banana trees. " He shoots at least six ropes of cum. white, pure white, and thick cum, showing that it has been a long time since the indian twink shot his load. The twink's legs give out, and he leans heavily against the banana tree, panting for breath. His cock is still twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm as he watches the erotic hard fuck between Jason and Leroy. Jason's strokes slowed down while he watched the twink cum, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're going to need to rest up, baby," he says, his voice a low growl. "Because when I'm done with this one," he jerks his chin at Leroy, who's now moaning and begging for more, "I'm going to fuck you raw again. And this time, I want you nice and open." The twink's eyes widen at Jason's words, and he glances down at his still-throbbing cock. "O-Okay, daddy," he stammers, his voice shaking. "I want your cock deep in me again, as long as you can and want me to. I'll wait on it until you're done with him," his eyes watching Leroy. With a sadistic smile, Jason's face turns to me, fucking and thrusting deep into Leroy's ass. "Get one of those green bananas over there," he says, pointing to a nearby tree. "We need to keep our little slut ready for his next round." The twink's eyes dart to the banana tree, his cock jumping slightly at the command, despite his face showing a clear indication of fear and confusion. "A-A banana?" he softly whispers . "That's right, baby," Jason says, his voice thick with lust. "I want you to keep that sweet little hole of yours open for me," his eyes never leave the twink's, the challenge clear in his gaze. "Go on, Jake," he commands, not breaking eye contact. "Grab that banana." With a smirk, I stand up, leaving the boy's wet hole that I just rimmed. My spit is still dripping down from the boy's ass , his sphincter open, wet and shiny in the sun. A moment of pride fills me. I just let that twink shoot his load by only rimming him , and fuck, that hole looks so wet now... I start to walk over to the banana tree and select a particularly large, firm, green banana. "This one should do the trick," I say, while I am holding it up for Jason's approval. My eyes light up with excitement as I approach the Indian twink, holding the banana in my hand. The boy is still bent forward , his hands on the banana tree , trying to catch his breath. "Open up, boy," my voice is a gentle purr as I place the green banana at the twink's trembling hole. I give it a slow, deliberate push, watching the twink's expression as the banana begins to slide in. "It's okay, just relax," I murmur , my eyes locked on the twink , slowly pushing the banana in his hole , almost all the way in, leaving only the tip out. Just as a dildo. Jason's eyes flash with amusement as he pulls out of Leroy with a wet pop. "Keep that banana in, slut," he says, his voice filled with authority. " You need to learn to be patient. " "You're going to wait until I'm finished with Leroy before you get any more attention." Jason gets on the ground , lying on his back, nodding to Leroy. "Ride it, slut..." I have never seen a guy so quick. Leroy just stands over Jason and squats down , with his fingers guiding Jason's cock back to his hot wet open hole while he lowers down. Taking Jake 's cock all up his hole again, making it disappear inside him . Leroy starts to ride him, loud moans echoing between the banana trees . Jason and the indian twink are watching each other . The twink, having a banana up his hole and Leroy riding Jason. " Good boy," Jason praises, his eyes glinting at the twink. "Now, sit over there," he points at the twink, "and watch me claim this piece of meat." He turns back to Leroy, who's now riding and begging Jason for more. Leroy's cock bobbing against his and Jason's stomach. "Keep riding it, slut," Jason commands, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. The twink nods, his legs shaking as he lowers himself onto the ground, the banana still inside him, watching them fuck. The boy clearly wants a ride too . With a smug smile, Jason now gazes at me. A small grin appears on his face. "Good job, Jake ," his voice is filled with approval. " I will remember this. Now, why don't you go take a piss somewhere else?" He nods towards the path we came from. "I need some space and time to breed these two sluts properly." I accept my fate, the will of Jason. It reminds me and confirms how I think of Jason : a self-absorbed jerk of a guy, a hot guy who has stamina for fucking and is mainly focused on his own pleasure. And on the other side... I did not cum or get fucked... but hell ... this was hot... I still feel proud that I rimmed a guy to his climax and made him shoot his load. I could never have thought I could do this. I smirk at Jason. "As you wish," I say to him, my voice a low grin . "I'll just let you guys have fun." I wink at the twink while I stand up, adjusting my erection in my shorts . I head into the shadows of the banana forest , back on the small path, walking away. Leaving the three of them alone, fucking, moaning, and spreading Jason's toxic load. Photo of Jake leaving on the small path in the banana garden

So this is a fantasy that's run through my mind so many times I thought I'd share it with you guys. Now I have a real big thing for American men, and I mean big. Nice big American raw cock is something I crave. The wind and the rain are whipping around the house, spring seems so far away. The tv is on but I'm not really paying attention, my eyes are pinned to my laptop, watching my chat buddy from Palm Springs slamming some guy, they're getting off knowing I'm watching and hell am I getting hard watching them. This isn't the first time I've watched Pete slip a needle into a guys vein, straining to watch that flash of blood then the slow push of the plunger, Tina slowly but firmly entering the guys blood, then the cough and the rush. I've seen several times how the bottoms always turn into hungry little whores for Petes cock. There it was, a really clear shot of the flash, wanking my cock hard, wishing it were my arm on the screen, watching as Pete slams me for the first time. From the angle of the shot I can see Petes cock is rock hard, long and straight, the cut head of his cock probably wet with precum. Next thing I know the tornequete is off the guys arm and he's jumping on his host. Pete moves him over to the bed and in one move has him on his back and he's slipping his cock between his lips. Pete likes to get sucked first to make his cock nice and wet, no need for lube when he takes the guys arse. I watch them suck and fuck for a while, think they've forgotten I'm watching, they're both flying. Eventually I can't hold back any longer I can feel the cum boiling deep inside and as I watch Petes raw cock sliding in and out of the bottom guy I let loose a loud groan and a huge load of spunk spurts all over my furry belly. Spent I shut down the laptop and drift off to sleep, dreaming that one day I will meet my american daddy and he will own not just my hole, but my entire body. We'd fuck for days in the California sunshine. A couple of days later my phone buzzes, it's a message from Pete. "So did you enjoy the show the other day". "Fuck yeah, did you have a good night?" "Shit, yeAh was ok, nothing too special, wasn't my hot little Brit boy worshipping my cock". How my hole twitches when he says things like that, and he knows it, he knows how to push my buttons. "Well mate I wish it were me, why are we so fucking far apart". My finger automatically reaches for my hole, teasing it gently. "You could be here, your arm strapped up, a full rig waiting to fill you with lust, you know I have several friends who would love to meet you. I've shown them all the pics of your furry body and hot ass, some are even impressed by your uncut cock but most just want your hole lol" I spit on my finger and shove it deep in my arse, the thought of those American guys wanting me gets me so wound up. Pete knows all my fantasies. "You know I'd be there if I could mate, and you know I'd do anything for you." "I know you would but I know it costs shit loads to get here from England. We'll have to work something out, I need to get you flying and make you the centre of attention for my buds" "Oh fuck I want that so much, you know I'd let anyone fuck me that you choose, would love you to get me real fucked up and whore me out, and I wanna feel your cut cock rubbing my insides as the Tina makes me beg for more" "Hey man, miss Tina is plentiful in this town, you'd make very good friends with her, I might even teach you to slam yourself. What would you say if I told you I could make it happen?" What did he mean? He knows I don't have the sort of cash to get me there. "Oh yeah how you gonna do that? Lol" "Well I haven't really told you all that much about my background. I've been quite lucky in my life and let's just say I'm a man of means" "What do you mean?" "I could fly you out here for a hot week, if I did tho I would own you for the whole week, you would be here to serve my needs, and those of my buddies, I'd treat you well but you would be here for my pleasure" "Yeah yeah, don't tease, you know how much I wanna get fucked up with you. Besides not sure I'd be comfortable with you paying like that anyway". The fantasy is hot but I know that's all it will ever be. Well long story short, two weeks later I'm landing at PSP and Petes mate Steve is waiting for me as arranged to drive me round for a while showing me the sights while Pete gets back from his business trip to San Diego. This guy is obviously lean and with lovely strong looking hairy arms. Pulling into a secluded little spot outside of town I suddenly notice the little bag full of T down by the gear lever. "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs......" Wanna hear more ?

Author’s note: This chapter is a departure from the others because the character “Brian” is a mixture of guys I ran into during my time in Southern California who had similar qualities and behaviors. This chapter was difficult to write and for better or worse, I decided to take this road. LaLa Land Los Angeles in the late 1980s was never a place I imagined myself living in, but here I was. It was not so much an escape from the East Coast as it was a change of scenery, perhaps the turning of the page to a new chapter. Emotionally, I felt bruised and bloodied, but not defeated. I was born stubborn. But at that time, I thought new people, new job, new scene, agreeable weather, with an occasional shake to keep things interesting. You know, "shaken, not stirred." Dan’s death was the final impetus for that change I’d been contemplating. When he told me he was ill, he never spelled it out, nor did he need to. His partner Kieran followed him with “cancer” shortly before his 30th birthday. About a year prior, my doctor insisted that I finally submit to an HIV test. He began to require that all his gay patients be tested. He was tired of seeing his patients dropping like flies, and he wanted to see the day that this was no longer the case. He treated all the STDs I regularly picked up through random sex, so it was a surprise to no-one when the test showed that I was indeed positive. He remarked that my vital signs continued to be extremely strong, and I commented that I felt normal and healthy, and I hadn’t ever been truly sick. He told me that there were some promising medications to treat HIV/AIDS that were hopefully coming in the very near future. He counseled me that the experimental drugs current being tested on people were toxic to many (all) patients. Like all other gay city guys, I knew men who tried to choke down handfuls of pills to buy another day of life. My doctor recommended that I delay starting any meds and that my vitals continue to be monitored. He urged that I use condoms with each and every sexual encounter, blah, blah, blah. In my short life as a gay man, I’d dated some guys exclusively, others casually, and I’d had both anonymous sex with strangers as well as with friends and guys I knew quite well. I started to look at sex as “living for the moment” with good reason. But I intended to be responsible and do my part to avoid spreading further disease. I had no idea how long I had been HIV positive, who I contracted it from, whom I had given it to. Fast forward about a year and I was still the picture of health as I started a new chapter in LA. There are so many exceptionally beautiful people in LA trying to get into “the industry” as Angelenos call it. Of course, LA throughout its history has always been crawling with gays. Where I lived at the time, the Mid-Wilshire district was no exception. One morning I was running late for a meeting, and I drove into the garage of the office building. As I walked to the elevator lobby, a very handsome guy my age held the door open for me. Our eyes locked as I said thanks. He was about 6 feet tall to my 5 feet 10 inches, he had brown puppy-dog eyes and somewhat long brown hair to my blue eyes and short dirty blond hair. Of course he was as fit as fuck. The next day at lunch time, I went to one of the sandwich shops in the lobby of the building and I saw him again. As he walked toward the outdoor patio to have his lunch, he looked up and I smiled at him. “May I join you?” I asked. His name was Brian, and he worked a few floors away from me for a talent agency. He lived in West Hollywood (WeHo), but his father was in the military and so he’d grown-up all over. We exchanged numbers and I asked him out for a drink that Saturday night. We met at a WeHo bar and chatted about our experiences since moving to LA, our jobs, and of course sex. Later on, we walked on to another bar for a change of scenery. Brian held the door for me, and we walked into one of the seedier gay bars I could remember. I don't remember the name of the place, which probably closed long ago and has since been gentrified. Brian led me to the back room of the bar which was especially dark because my eyes hadn’t adjusted. We entered a kind of privacy stall with a door, and he started kissing me passionately. He unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rock-hard cock and started sucking me. I hadn’t realized that this was going to be that kind of date, but my cock and Brian’s mouth were in control now. I’d just shaved my ball-sack and manscaped before our date. Brian was able to take both my large hairless nuts into his mouth simultaneously and he looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes. I pulled my sack from his mouth and pointed my cock to his lips, and he parted them and took my cockhead all the way to the very back of his throat. After a time, I groaned, “Brian, you’re getting me very close.” He started mouth-fucking my cock fast and furiously. I felt my nuts contract as I started feeding my load to him. He swallowed, licked his lips and smiled at me. He stood up and we kissed for quite a long time: two queer men alone together in the middle of a crowded gay bar dark room. Finally, I turned Brian around so his back was against my chest. I pushed up his shirt and licked from his neck down his bare skin along his spine which made him shudder. I savored the saltiness of the slight sweatiness of his spine. I got down to the waist of his jeans, but before I could do anything, he dropped his jeans from his muscular ass and down to his knees. He was wearing a jockstrap, the slut! I buried my face between his lightly hairy ass cheeks. I breathed in his essence as my tongue began to explore his tight pucker. As I pushed my tongue up into him, I heard Brian huffing a brown bottle he must have grabbed from his jeans before he dropped them. His hole relaxed and opened up for me like an Easter flower. He reached back and pulled my face deeper between his glorious ass cheeks and at that moment, I never wanted to be anywhere else. He was moaning as I rimmed him and he finally gasped, “I want you inside, Dave.” I stood up and rubbed my cock so it was lodged lengthwise along his hairy crack. He bent over to give me easy access, and I teased his hole. I reached down to my jeans pocket and grabbed a condom and a little packet of lube. “Put it on me,” I instructed Brian as I handed it to him. He tossed the rubber on the floor as he opened the lube packet with his teeth and then spread some on his hole and fingered some inside. Then he reached back and placed my cock head at his pucker and he pushed back. My cock slid into him, and I eventually bottomed out in him with my balls against his taint. A choice had been made. I fucked him hard, and our sex noises blended with those of all the other guys who were fucking in similar cubicles or just out in the open in the darkroom. Finally, I came in him and I rested my body on top of his. Eventually, my softening cock plopped out of his hole along with some of my babies that dripped onto the floor. We went back to my place and jumped into bed. Brian road my cock cowboy style as I reached around and pinched his nipples and then let another load loose in him as he shot all over his abs. The next morning with the sun coming over the horizon, I looked down into his eyes as he looked up at me with his ankles on my shoulders. I really came to love Brian and we tried to have a real relationship, but it just didn’t seem to work for us. We were better off as fuck friends than boyfriends. That was a dynamic that followed me with all the guys I met in LA. Was it them or was it me?

The boy needs a good slm before daddy push his raw cock in.

HITCHED Within three years, I finished my master’s degree and was a couple of years into moving up the ladder with a firm in a large east coast city. Bob started a very successful business, also in a northeastern city. Bob and I visited each other a few times a year because we were an hour train ride away. He brought a different girlfriend with him each time we visited, but he finally found a nice Italian girl from Brooklyn, and they seemed to be well-suited. I didn’t know if he still had sex with guys on the side, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Dan continued to be a globe-trotter at the agency and was starting to learn the management side of the business. Due to his schedule, I didn’t see Dan as often as I saw Bob. I started seeing a therapist to deal with the trauma of seeing so many friends and guys I knew die young. Like all my contemporaries, I never grew accustomed to young death. And like some of them, I didn’t know if I was a ticking time. Looking back, I think I just assumed I was. I also discussed this with a couple of my closest friends, but never with my old college roommates. So far, I was the vision of a healthy young gay man, as were they. But I started to use condoms, most of the time. I wasn't ready to face taking a test and waiting weeks for the results. Much to his father’s chagrin, Dan’s career prevented him from ever finishing his undergraduate degree and continuing onto law school. But Dan was by far the smartest of my friends and he invested his considerable income in real estate in Manhattan, Harlem and Brooklyn long before prices skyrocketed. Dan was never into the drug scene in college, and he stayed out of the drug culture that pervaded the fashion industry. At 28, he was even wealthier than his old man, who was the managing partner of his Wall Street law firm. Dan invited Bob and me to the civil ceremony between him and his boyfriend, Kieran, who owned the construction company that did all the renovations to Dan’s investments. Dan was always muscular and lean, but I noticed he was particularly lean at the wedding and he’d been training for a marathon.. He was always the peacock among my friends. Dan’s twin sister, Liz, attended, but Dan’s parents did not. They were devout Irish-Catholics, but Dan was their only son, after all. I loved Liz and we got along like a riot. She was smart like Dan, but funny, out-going and razor-tongued compared to Dan’s relative introversion. In fact, Liz knew I was gay before I did. She outed me to myself when she visited Dan when we were still in college. She was surprised I was deceiving myself and told me I needed to get over that fast. Dan and Kieran had a party at a ballroom in the midtown hotel after the civil ceremony. The out-of-town guests seemed to all be staying at the hotel. But Bob and his girlfriend were staying with her parents in Brooklyn, far away from temptation. I had a couple of drinks and started talking to one of Dan’s friends from the industry. His name was Axel, and he was blond, blue-eyed and more muscular than the typical male fashion model. He was from Hamburg but had a small flat in Paris when he wasn’t working a runway or a fashion shoot. He was incredibly out of my league and I didn't know why he was even talking to me. While we chatted, I reached behind him and grabbed one of his muscular buttocks. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a drink in his room and we left the reception. In his room, we continued to kiss, as we tore each other’s clothes off. I pushed him back on his bed and got on top of him as we continued to kiss. Axel had a great veiny uncut cock, and I eventually licked my way down to it and pulled the hood back as I went down on him. He pulled me up to him and took his hooded cock and docked with my circumcised dick, our precum mixing under his hood. I pushed his legs back and he pulled them to his chest as I licked his beautiful hairy crack and hole. He made it wink at me, and I said, “I’ve got to get inside you right now.” He had some condoms, lube and a little brown bottle on the nightstand and I reached for them. I handed him the poppers then I ripped open the condom and squirted some lube on my cock. Axel huffed the poppers as I pushed my sheathed head into his hole and slowly slid all the way into him. I was a couple of strokes in and Axel pushed me out of his ass and said, “David, I want to feel you inside of me. I hate condoms,” as he pulled the condom off my cock. I didn’t waste a second before entering him naturally, although I knew better. I started fucking Axel hard and his hooded cock was leaking precum profusely. “I’ll pull out before I cum,” I said to him. He shook his “no” and held up the bottle to my nose as I huffed. With my head swimming I started to rail Axel’s beautiful pussy as then I came hard inside of him. We fucked each other much of the night when one of us would wake up horny. The next morning I woke up with Axel sliding his cock balls-deep, "Time to get up David." I returned home the later that day and the day after that, I felt that “pissing razorblades” feeling of gonorrhea.

731 Our junior year (third year) at university came to a close and the three of us roommates decided to stay together for the upcoming fourth year. We got along well, and we enjoyed the convenience of being able to satisfy sexual needs without leaving home. With Dan and me, it was purely physical enjoyment of each other’s bodies. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen and he was entertaining thoughts of becoming a model and had a trip planned over the summer to go to Manhattan because some agencies expressed interest. But with Bob and me, it started to become a little more. Bob and I started to catch movies together at the university union and then go out for pizza and then home to sleep together. We enjoyed being with each other and I found Bob’s scent to be irresistible. But Bob still dated and slept with women. He left of trail of broken hearts and irate co-eds. After briefly feeling a bit hurt and jealous, I saw our situation for what it was. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted from a “boyfriend”, but I knew Bob was even more hyper-sexual than I was, and that we probably wanted different things out of life. I knew he wanted kids someday. At the end of my third year, I met with my college career counselor. He had advised me at the end of the second year that I should consider going to graduate school to get a master’s degree and he had given me suggestions about schools to submit my applications. At our year-end meeting, he asked me if I had made decisions. I replied that I had narrowed it down to two large universities and that I scored very well on the standardized exams for my area of study. He gave me suggestions, and we parted for the summer break. At that moment, it truly struck me that life was moving on and I was moving along with it – that my comfy living arrangement would end in the next year and I would be moving somewhere where I would have to make new friends. Bob, Dan and I all had summer internships in large cities, but we would return to the apartment in mid-August. My internship flew by, and I enjoyed it, but everyone in the company was married with children or older. The apartment the company arranged was in a sketchy part of town. The large university in town was in the outer suburbs and not easy to access without a car, plus, it was summer break. So, I tried to meet people in dive bars in my area, but these were creepy places for the most part. I was exploring at the edge of the neighborhood one Saturday early evening in late July, when I saw a muscular guy in his 40s or 50s wearing some kind of leather pants over a pair of worn-out jeans and a tight black shirt walking in front of me. I thought he must be sweating like a pig with those leather pants. He disappeared into a building just ahead of me. There was no storefront or sign on the building, but there was a black door with just oversized address numbers on it: 731. I tried the door, and fortunately it was unlocked, and I could hear the beat of music coming from stairs which lead to a basement – maybe an underground dance club? I walked down the steps and there was a booth with a dude inside and a paper sign on the booth window that just said “$7”. I figured it was a cover charge. The guy said, “If you want a locker and lock, it’s $2 more.” And I handed him $9 and pushed a towel and lock toward me. He buzzed me in, and the place had a similar vibe as the Auroura Book and Video Store, but different. There were small lockers lining the walls of a room and there was an older guy in a jockstrap who locked me over and then grabbed his towel and walked through another doorway. I knew this was no dance club, and I quickly peeled my clothes off and stowed them in the locker and quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. The music was coming from speakers in the next room and there were some guys at the bar drinking beer. The variety of men went from leather muscle studs to very skinny middle-aged guys, to grandfathers with pudgy guts, and everything in between. I just turned 22 and was the youngest guy here by ten years. I noticed that there were condom dispensers on the wall, and I grabbed one and walked from the bar into a hallway. For no good reason, I had a fantasy that only big cities were suffering from the plague; not small northeastern college towns and certainly not athletic and masculine guys like my roommates and me. We had never used them with each other. We didn’t see the need. Plus, President Reagan never mentioned it, so how bad could it be? But being in the big city meant that I should be cautious. I walked into a dark hallway with gloryhole booths lining the walls and continued to the next room. The room was dimly lit and there were leather hammock-like things hanging from the ceiling beams by chains and some guys were getting fucked by other guys. I also noticed a padded bench and there was a muscle man in crotch-less leather pants and black leather boots who was strapped securely face down on it and getting fucked by another muscle stud; the guy strapped down had a leather hood over his eyes and nose and was sucking off a guy with a huge cock. Two or three others were watching this and probably waiting for their turns. There was also a bench like a weight-lifting bench and a shoeshine chair, but no one was using these. On the other side of the room was a swinging door, and I walked through. It was pitch black and hot and smelled like sweat and sex. I could hear other men, but I couldn’t see anything. I found a wall and felt my way along it. Then, I bumped into someone else. The first thing I felt was a hand on my pecs and my abs, and then he moved to my dick. I felt back and the guy was very muscular and well-built and a bit taller than me. He kissed me and I kissed back. Then he moved to my nipple and started licking and nibbling it. My cock was rock hard. He licked down my treasure trail to my cock and took me deep down his throat. He grabbed my ass cheeks and made me fuck his face while he rubbed his finger around my pucker. Finally, he released my cock, and I could feel his back and my cock was planted in his hairy crack. Then, he pointed my cock to his pucker and reached back and pulled me toward him until my cock head breached his ring. Bare. “Man, I don’t have a condom on!” I panic-whispered in his ear. He said back, “No problem, dude, I’m clean.” Hesitant at first, I plunged ahead and started fucking the guy. He also felt like he was pre-lubed because I slid into him with no friction. He was moaning like a bitch in heat, and we were both sweating. The pounding he was getting from me attracted some other invisible men who were fondling both of us. I felt a very hairy pot belly against my back trying to mount my hole and I pushed him away. Time seemed to fly, and suddenly I realized I was going to cum in this unseen stranger without a condom. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, and he pulled me deep inside of him. It was the first time I shot my load in another guy since the last time I fucked Dan in late May. The guy pulled off my cock and was gone. My cock was slick with cum. I grabbed a cup of water from the bar and then went to the gloryhole booths to collect myself and cool down. I berated myself for not insisting on a condom, but the guy said he was clean. But really, how could he know? Before I could obsess about it, a big bush and a circumcised cock came through the hole, and I reached out. I licked from the shaved balls up to the tip of his head, a solid eight inches. Having Dan and Bob as my coaches had made me into a very good cocksucker. Before, Dan said blowjobs never got him off, but I could make him cum with just my mouth. I gave him great head for about 10 minutes, then the guy was breathing hard and he pulled his cock out of the hole. “Show me that hole, boy,” he said. He was probably about 45 or 50 years old with a brown beard and moustache and very handsome. My ass needed to be rimmed badly. So, I turned around and put my ass up against the gloryhole. I felt his breath and then his first lick and then he licked my slightly hairy crack. I was in heaven. He tried to push an unlubricated index finger into my pucker, but I was tight and didn’t want to open for him. He went back to rimming me and then he tried to finger me again with something that felt like Vaseline. He rubbed it around my tight little hole, and I felt a slight pleasant tingling sensation. He kept licking my ass cheeks while he worked magic with his finger. I couldn’t resist any more and I unlocked my hole and let him push that finger into me. He took more goo and pushed it in me. Then I heard him stand up and I knew what was next. I still had the unused condom, and I tore the package open. As he put his cock up to the hole, I wrapped the condom onto his pole and turned around and pointed it toward my moisturized asshole. He slowly pushed in as I pushed my ass back against the wall. Finally, he was balls-deep and started to thrust. God, I needed cock so badly! He was pounding away at me, and I had two or three anal orgasms. My cock was dripping pre-cum profusely. Finally, he grunted and held his cock in me. As he pulled out, I felt cum dripping out of me. I looked around and saw him pulling the remnants of a shredded, cum-soaked condom off his cock. He dropped it on the floor and walked out of the booth.

Part 4 The rest of the day was spent soaking in the pool and laying in the sun chatting. I didn't take the tail out all day, after a light dinner Pete gave me a Valium and tucked me up in bed telling me I had a big day tomorrow. I must have slept heavily as I didn't hear Pete come to bed, when I woke early he was laying naked beside me sound asleep. I looked at the clock and it was really early so I got up, did what I needed to in the bathroom and slipped the tail back in my arse, Pete still being asleep I headed outside to the pool. Stretching out naked on a sun lounger I reflected on where I was and what was in store for me, lazily I stroked my cock, not trying to cum but just enjoying the feeling of it in my hand and the sensations my hand gave it. My thoughts were disturbed by an bronzed naked man cleaning the pool, I don't know how long he'd been there but he seemed to be paying more attention to my cock than the pool, proved by his hardness bouncing around in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his cock when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear "you like Ian's cock?" "Yeah, fucking nice". "Wanna suck it a little?" I replied by nodding my head and Pete beckoned him over. "My friend here would like to suck your cock Ian". He smiled and stepped forward, sitting up I went straight down on it as far as I could. "Good boy, enjoy it but not too much". His cock must have been about 8" and a thickness that was enough to fill my mouth. It tasted of chlorine, I guess Ian likes a dip in the pools he cleans. Pete was rubbing the back of my head and pushing me further down, I gagged a little but he just pushed a little harder. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, his body stiffened and he began breathing heavily, I increased my sucking frantically sliding his cock in and out of my mouth determined to get that salty taste on my tongue. Pete pulled me away telling Ian that was enough for now, throughly disappointed I did note that he said for now. The rest of the day was spent by the pool, staying hydrated, and desperately trying to get Pete to fuck me again, but no I was told that was for later. In the late afternoon we had a bite to eat before Pete told me to go shower and clean myself out thoroughly "I want you clean boy, your hole is gonna get some use tonight" it twitched a little at the thought. Spending some time in the shower I washed myself inside and out, taking some time on my insides. As I headed out of the bedroom I heard men's voices down the hall, I figured as is already been told to stay naked then I should do just that and headed to the living room with no clothes on. Pete was stood chatting to two guys "ah here's the guest of honour. Martin this is Simon and Stuart, they're gonna join us tonight". I walked over and smiled, they were both tall and lean, Simon had short dark hair, Stuart slightly longer silver hair, both had chiseled looks, with just the right amount of stubble. Pete suggested we head out to the hot tub, we all agreed and the other three men removed their clothes before we all went outside and slipped into the warm water, me between the two visitors. Chatting for a while a could feel there legs against mine, hands roaming under the water, I got my first feel of both their cocks, simon was a nice size and uncut, Stuart slightly smaller and circumcised. Pete was watching and I could tell he knew what was going on under the water. "Boy, I promised you as much Tina as you could take didn't I?" I nodded in agreement. "Well now is time for you to take your first slam." Oh fuck, I've only been slammed four times before across three sessions, I'd been craving that rush again, longing for it. Pete moved in front of me and told me to hop up on the side, he was directly in front of me as the other two jumped up beside me. Stuart reached down and pulled up a tray covered with a cloth, he removed the cloth to reveal six syringes, I could see each of them were full of a clear liquid, the stuff I wanted in my veins so much. He placed the tray beside him, reached down and picked up a leather strap. Quickly the leather strap was tightly buckled around my bicep, Stuart turned a little to face me and pulled my arm out so the back of my hand lay against his naked thigh Pete held both my legs and told me to clench and unclench my fist which I dutifully did as Stuart looked for a vein. I watched as he picked up the rig laying across the top of two more, obviously separate for me, and with his teeth he removed the cap. I was still pumping my fist as he brought the needle to my skin, he spent some time aiming it and then with a sharp jab he pierced my skin. I watched as he moved the tip of the pin around a little looking for the vein. He pulled the plunger back and there it was, that flash of blood spurting in, "oh fuck" I knew what was coming. Stuart just held the rig in place when I heard Pete, "this is gonna be a big slam boy, I know you've never had one like this, it's gonna make you cough, maybe feel like you can't catch your breath, don't panic just ride it, we're here with you. You ready?" Unable to take my eyes of the syringe in my arm, the clear liquid now red at one end, I just nodded. Pete told Stuart to go for it and I watched as he gently pushed the plunger down, I watched as the black rubber seal in the clear tube got closer to the end, I could feel a tingle as the liquid entered my arm but I knew what was coming would be far more intense. After what seemed like minutes the plunger hit home, quickly the strap was off my arm, and then it hit me, hit me like a train. Just as the shit hit my brain I coughed, I coughed hard, I had a funny taste at the back of my throat and yeah I felt like I couldn't breath, shit had they given me too much. I gasped for air but after two breaths my lungs relaxed, miss Tina was filling my whole body now, the rush was like nothing else, it was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. The rush just got stronger and stronger, I was on fire. I was suddenly aware of the puppy tail plug in my arse, the tail between my legs, I was also aware of me just saying "oh fuck" over and over again. Pete wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into the water and stood me in front of Stuart. I watched as Stuart picked a rig from the other end of the tray and repeated the process with his own arm. I couldn't take my eyes off the syringe, turns me on so much to watch a guy slam me but also to watch a guy do himself. A little cough and he was there, in my world. Pete slid me across to stand in front of simon and I watched again, Stuart dropped into the water and stood behind me rubbing my cock and tweaking the plug in my arse. Another cough and simon was in the water too standing to one side of me rubbing my arse cheeks. Now I'm stood in front of Pete watching as he prepped his hit, the blood shot into the syringe with such force and I let out another "fuck". Resting his fingers under the rig he took my hand and told me to push the plunger in, very slowly. My hands were shaking from the rush but somehow I managed it, and slowly I pushed. All in and the needle came out and I saw Petes face light up and he grinned. I could sense Petes cock guiding me down so I bent over and sucked it into my mouth, the Tina made me want it so bad, all 3 cocks inside me at once was what I wanted. His cock was rock hard and I could feel it stretching my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I felt one of the other guys playing with my tail when suddenly it was yanked from my arse and then I felt something hard pushing at my hole, I didn't miss a stroke on Petes cock as I felt the one behind me slowly push into me, I swear I felt every vein as that raw shaft slowly slid in. I let out such a moan but kept Pete in my mouth. I didn't know which one was fucking me but then a pair of hands spread my arse cheeks for the other and I drove back onto that hard rod. Whoever it was pounded me hard now forcing me onto Petes cock, I looked up and saw him watched me get fucked, I could tell he was happy and that made me happy too. I heard a voice say "my turn" and then my hole was empty, movement behind me told me they were swapping over, fuck nothing like one cock after the other I thought, and there it was pushing against me, I pushed back hard and it popped inside me. I was getting fucked frantically now, my hole body shoved forward with each thrust. I noticed simon climbing up on the side, right beside Pete and he was playing with his cock, I looked up at his face and he motioned down to his cock so I replaced my mouth with my hand on Pete and swallowed Simons cock down as far as I could go. "Shit I'm gonna blow" came from behind me, I began groaning loudly on the cock in my gob as my arse got truly fucked, the seed started pumping deep inside me, my mind was racing with the thought of it, cum deep in my guts coating my insides, each spurt from the end of the cock filling me a little more. The fucking slowed and Stuart collapsed on my back "fucking good boy, very fucking nice". I released the cock from my mouth and looked up at Pete, "good lad, you're doing well". Let's take this inside shall we". Then I felt my tail being plugged back into my hole and they carefully lifted me out of the tub........

Part 3 As we pull up outside the house the front door opens and he steps out into the sunshine. Wearing shorts and a tee shirt he has an air of confidence about him as he walks to the car. His hair cut short barely revealing the salt and pepper hues, his body firm and trim. His shorts reveal the outline of his cock swinging as he walks. I decide there and then I made the right decision. With some nervousness I open the car door and stepped out into the heat. Pete walks over and without a word wrapped his arms around me and gave me a lovely bear hug. "It's so good that you're here, sorry I couldn't be at the airport to pick you up, I hope Steve took care of you?" "Oh yeah he took great care of me". He nodded and winked. "Come into the house, let's get you settled in" I told him I'd get my stuff from the car. "Don't worry, Steve will bring your bags in and unpack for you. Steve is my personal assistant, if you need anything and I'm not around you can ask him for anything and he will sort it for you, and I mean anything" Once we're inside the cool air of the house Pete grabs me and kisses me with a passion I haven't experienced in a long time, his tongue explored my mouth, I could feel his hardon pressing against me, I nearly dropped to my knees right there. He reaches round and with both hands grabs my arse and continues to kiss me. He pulls away from me "You must need to freshen up, come on". He steps away so I follow him through into a huge living room, tastefully furnished and airy. Down into a long corridor lit by a glass roof, it should be so hot but the air con manages to keep the house silently cool. Turning left we enter a bedroom with little furnishing other then a big bed, a cupboard and bed side tables. Off the bedroom is a huge bathroom. I see my toiletries have all been unpacked for me already, a little odd but I guess it's something I'm just not used to. Pete reaches in around the frosted glass wall of the shower and presses a button and multiple jets spray water in ever direction. "There you go, take your time, no rush. When you're finished come and find me and we'll have a dip in the pool". Giving me another deep kiss he leaves the room. Quickly I get my clothes off and step into the shower, the warm water soaks my hairy body quickly and feels so good after the long journey. I notice the douche nozzle hanging in one corner above the open drain, not knowing what's next I decide to make use of it. I turn around and back into the corner, checking the water coming from the nozzle I find its a perfect temperature so I aim it at my hole and slide it inside, the pressure builds so I pull it out and squat over the drain and let the water out. Repeating the process a few times I decide I'm clean and push the last drops of water out. Seeing my shower gel on the tiled shelf I start to soap myself up and enjoy the experience. I soap myself up again paying special attention to my cock and arse, the earlier booty bump making me enjoy it more than normal. Without warning I feel a hand run along my arse crack grazing over my hole, I shudder and let out a little moan. Strong arms wrap around me from behind and a voice whispers in my ear "I couldn't wait" His hand reaches back down to my soapy arse and slips a finger inside me, his hard cock pressed against me. "Hold on". He steps away and switches off the shower, disappears for a moment and comes back with a pipe, obviously packed with Tina, he sparks up the lighter, and hands me the pipe. I put it to my lips and he holds the flame under the bowl, as the smokes starts to creep out the top "breath in deeply and hold it until I tell you boy". The smoke fills my lungs and I hold it there. "Ok boy, let it out". A big white cloud surrounds us both before fading away. Three more hits like that and my buzz is getting higher. Pete firmly turns me around so I'm facing the wall and reaches between my checks again, every time he touches my hole it's like an electric shock. Taking a handful of gel he soaps my arse up again and caresses it so gently. I put my hands up against the wall in front of me and start to moan and then I start to beg, I need to feel Pete inside me. The Tina has really hit now, my whole body is alive with the stuff. Pete gently spreads my legs with his foot and I have that sensation that my hole is now exposed, "please fuck me" I sob. "Ok boy, as you ask so nicely". He wraps one arm around my neck and I feel the other hand go down to his cock, using one finger to guide it to my hole he rests the head at the opening, very gently he pushes his cock against my hole, the soapy suds let the head of his cock slip in easily and the head passes into me. Oh fuck, at last I have him in me, I've waited so long and now he's finally in my cunt. I want him to give me all of it but he just holds it there, his arm firmly around my neck, his other hand playing with my soft cock. "You want more ?, tell me how much you want it boy, persuade me to give you more" "Oh please, fuck me. I've wanted you for so long, please don't make me wait anymore. Please.........I want your cock so much.........I need you inside me..........please I'm begging you" "Good boy". And with that he slams the rest of his cock deep into my guts, pushing hard against my cheeks, almost knocking me off balance, even tho he's already all the way in he gives another hard shove that's make me almost cry out. My brain is on fire, all I can think of is the naked head of his cock rubbing my insides. You see bareback fucking isn't just a choice for me, it's a fetish, an utter obsession and that obsession is heightened even more when I'm on t. The thought of those little drops of precum oozing straight into my arse drives me crazy, skin on skin nothing between us, just as nature intended. Slowly and steadily he grinds in and out, sometimes all the way out sometimes just a little. The sensations in my hole are electrifying, I'm vaguely aware of us both making animalistic noises, but most of my mind is on his raw cock and my hole which not an hour before was taking shards of crystal, one thing I did know, I wanted more of both. I reach round with one hand to try and touch his cock, to touch a cock that's fucking me blows my mind, to feel it naked as it fucks into me, to feel the skin, every curve and contour slipping through my fingers into my arse. Pete pulls all the way out and the head slips between my fingers, I grip it at the entrance to my world and he pushes back inside. He repeats this for ages, getting the sensation of both my hand and my arse, I grip it even tighter. "I've been saving this load for two weeks boy, I'm not gonna last long, you want it ?" "Oh fuck yes please daddy, give me your spunk, make you yours" "You've been mine a long time, ever since I started manipulating you to come here, I've had this planned for months". With that he pulled my hand away and starts fucking me harder. Resting my head against the wall I reach back with both hands and spread my cheeks for him so he can get even deeper. I'm moaning like a fucking whore and then I hear Pete start to moan louder, his pace quickens and I'm sure I can actually feel his cock get harder. He's almost screaming as he slams into me and I beg him to cum, his cock starts to spew inside me, filling my guts with two weeks worth of spunk. He doesn't lose his pace at all, I know his cum is filling me up and being churned up and pushed deeper with each thrust. He begins to slow and finally he pulls his cock out, my hole suddenly feels incredibly empty and I sob a little as his cock finally leaves me. "Feel empty boy? I've got something for that". He pulls away and slips something inside me which makes the empty feeling a little less. He leads me from the shower and as I stand in front of the mirror I notice a black rubber tail poking out between my butt cheeks, I've give it a little flick and he smiles a wicked grin at me.

Part 2 "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs." I looked at Steve, his face covered with dark stubble, his neck thick and strong. He's playing with his cock through his shorts, I can see the bulge quite clearly, like me he's obviously not wearing underwear. My eyes catch his again and he just raises he's eyebrows and looks down to my shorts. Well I know Pete has paid a lot of money to get me here and this is obviously the start of me doing as I'm told. So I undo the tie holding my shorts up and push them down, I hadn't realised just how hard I'd gotten and my cock springs out, my PA just peeking out the end of my foreskin. I spread my legs as wide as I can, my shorts tight around my ankles. "Step out of one leg for me, shift your ass forward on the seat and spread those legs wide". I do as I'm told and now my hole is exposed right on the edge of the seat and I realise why the seat was pushed so far back when I got in the car, this was obviously planned. Steve slides his finger in his mouth and covers it with spit. Leaning over he reaches between my legs and finds my hole through the hair and rubs the spit around, I can feel my hole relax and then he just slides right in, his finger opening me up a little before he slides a second one in. Slowly he pulls his fingers out and grabs the bag of T, fuck I know what's coming. He opens the bag, spit on his fingers again and reaches in, he rummages around and next thing I know he's showing me two big shards on his index finger, he smiles and reaches down between my legs. "Spread your cheeks for me, don't wanna drop this shit". I do as I'm told and with both hands pull my cheeks apart. I can feel his middle finger finding my hole and then his other finger pushes the crystals inside me. As his finger swirls around inside me I suddenly start to feel the burn. His second finger joins the first and he's stirring around in my guts and I know the stuff is dissolving inside me, I can feel the warmth and then I feel it start to spread. I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes, not sure how long I stayed like that but I'm enjoying a nice gentle rush sweeping over my entire body. Steve seemed to be enjoying my hole, another finger goes in and now he's really stretching me. I lift my legs up, one foot against the door the other on the centre console, Steve pulls out and gets another shard then brings his hand under my leg and quickly he's pushing back inside me, stirring the third shard around inside me. My groans fill the car and I want more now, I need more than just his fingers. Devastated he pulls out, leans back and looks over at me and smiles "Petes gonna love your hole" He's got his cock out now and he's holding it and beckoning me to it with his eyes. Leaning over I take hold of it and admire it for a while, cut as to be expected, and there's a single drop of precum which I quickly lick off with a swipe of my tongue, tastes sweet. I can't wait anymore and I open my lips slightly and try to take as much in my mouth as I can. By now the Tina is flowing through my body and I'm hungry for it, my whole body craves cock, I don't just want it, I need it. I begin to suck his cock with all the skills I can, using my tongue and the roof of my mouth to stimulate the head and Steve is moaning, I think I'm doing well. Letting his cock free I look up at him and ask him to fuck me, well not so much ask as beg. "With time boy but not now, Pete will be your first not me, so suck my cock". With that he pushes my head back down on his cock, well if he won't fuck me I'm sure as hell gonna get his load in my mouth. I didn't have to wait long, I can hear him moaning louder, his cock seems to get even harder so I pick up my pace desperate for that taste. With an animal like groan I feel his cock pulse as glob after glob of creamy cum fills my mouth, eagerly I swallow it all down savouring the taste. Steve pushes me away and tucks his cock back in his shorts. "Well done, get yaself sorted and let's go see Pete". Reluctantly I pull my shorts back up and shift myself back on the seat. My head swimming with thoughts of what just happened and that craving for cock. Steve starts the engine and without saying a word pulls back out onto the road and heads around the edge of town and we start to climb a little. This is obviously a good neighbourhood, houses stand way back from the road behind gates, giving a sense of mystery to who lives there. I'm assuming this is just part of my tour of the sites, so I just relax and gaze out the window at the passing houses. Steve suddenly slows the car and swings the car round and pulls up in front of a pair of big heavy wooden gates, he punches a number into a little keypad on a pole, and silently the gates swing open revealing a long driveway leading to single story house that looks like something out of a movie - surely this isn't Petes place ?

Jason starts to drive towards the house again and now I'm just feeling kind of hollow inside. What makes me such a terrible person that not even my own father would help me? Maybe Jason is wrong and everyone else is right. Laura and Tim are just saying nice things to me cause they care about Jason, they obviously don't really mean it. We get to the end of the drive and Laura is standing on the porch waiting for us. I remember how honest she seemed when she hugged me at Jason's but she couldn't have meant it. She seems like such a nice person but then people thought my mother was nice and some of the guys that used to beat me other people thought were nice. I've discovered that people are very good at hiding what they really are. Jason so far is the only person that seems to be honest about himself but then just how well do I really know him? No, Jason's always been good to me and he's never done anything to hurt me. He's the only person that has ever looked out for me and he's the only person I can trust. Jason stops the car and turns off the ignition. He opens his door and looks at me, and asking with his eyes if I'm ready for this. I look at him and just shrug and start to open the car door when Jason reaches over and gently grabs my arm. "Hey, one more thing." "Yeah what's that?" "I love you." and he leans forward and kisses me gently on the lips. I close my eyes and lean in for more. I could kiss this man forever. He pulls back and looks at me "now lets go have some fun I think we both need it." I smile at him "ok, I'll try." We get out of the car and head up to the front door. Laura is standing there looking pensive, as we get closer she looks first at Jason then at me and then back to Jason again. "Everything alright?" "No" says Jason "Yeah" I say, and even to me sounds hollow Jason and I both look at each other and Laura says "well I'd ask which it is but Quinn hon you didn't sound very convincing want to tell me whats wrong?" Jason says "well your place is rather daunting to someone that's grown up like Quinn." I have to say one thing for Laura the woman is sharp as a tack, "OH shit Quinn you must hate us, I'm so sorry." "It's ok, I understand it's not like you guys could worry about the whore's son you had your own lives" and even I can hear the bitterness in my words but I can't help myself. "I wasn't anyone important in your lives so why should you care?" "Quinn it wasn't like that it.." "Yes it was" and I can tell I'm getting angry again but I just can't help myself "I'm the town whore's son, not like I'm special or important or anything and helping me would have just created issues that you two didn't want to deal with." "What we did was wrong, and I apologize for that, your right in one part that helping you would have created some issue's niether of us wanted to face at that time. Tim didn't know till this week that I knew he had a son, in fact I knew Tim had a son before he did. I'm not sure when he found out but I'm pretty sure you were in your teens. Your mother was the "entertainment" for Tim's bachlor party and I thought it would be a good idea to keep an eye on her so I knew about you. But your completely wrong when you say your not important, your very important and special we were just to self absorbed to see for ourselves and for that I'm so sorry and hope that you can forgive us. Will you please let us make it up to you?" I can't help myself I'm still feel the anger boiling inside me, "make it up to me?! How are you going to make up that my own mother allowed me to be fucked by some guy when I was only 12, how are you going to make up to me that how every single person in this town has treated me like I had the plague unless they wanted to get their fucking rocks off! Please tell me how your going to make it up to me how I spent nights laying in bed crying as my mother was fucking stoned out of her mind and some asshole used his belt on me then fucked me till I bled?!" Laura just stands there stunned for a few minutes opens her mouth to say something then closes it. After a few more minutes she sits down on the porch and finally says "I never really thought about everything you went through. I'm sorry about my choice of words of course we can't make it up to you. I really don't know what to say. Quinn I do like you and I understand your animosity towards us and I really can't justify our actions. The only thing I can think to say is I'm so very sorry and although we can't make up for what we've done and we certainly aren't in a position to play the role of your parents I would like for us to be friends and not just because of how Jason feels or to appease any sense of guilt. And trust me the guilt is there and you can ask Tim and Jason guilt is not something I usually feel. I'm always very self assured and know what I'm doing but in this case I think I should have handled things better." Everyone is quiet for a few minutes each of us trying to resolve our feelings. I'm trying to get my anger under control. Its not Laura's fault, I'm not her son and she just stated that Tim didn't know for a while about me and as much as I hate to admit it, it probably was very difficult for Tim to accept he had a son he didn't know about till he was 1/2 grown. I look over at Jason and can tell he's torn as well. He loves me very much but Laura is one of his best friends. He probably wants to comfort both of us but is afraid if he does the other will feel left out or betrayed. That's when my anger fades. I can't do this to him. He's been there for me and he looks so torn between us both. I know I'd win but its not fair to put him through this. Taking a deep breath I walk over to Laura and sit down next to her. "I'm sorry I blew up, its just that life hasn't been very easy for me and part of me see's all of this," and I gesture around at the house and yard "and thinks I could have grown up like this safe and secure if Tim had helped me." I gaze up at Jason " but some extremely sexy man told me that if I had then instead of being my lover he would have been my uncle instead, so I guess everything that happened happened for a reason." Laura grins "well not so sure about that you know they say incest is best he could have been both!" "EEWWWEEEE" and the look on Jason's face causes me to start laughing, which causes my face to hurt but its worth it. Laura leans towards me so that our shoulders are touching "Thank you. And no matter how you may feel about yourself let me tell you, you are very smart and much more worthy a person then most other people and I'm very much grateful that you are now a part of our family." "Yeah well not sure about all that but I am sure I'm glad to be part of the family." Laura looks at Jason "he really doesn't understand how special he is does he?" Jason looks at Laura and says "He has no clue" and he smiles down at me "but I have every intention of showing him." Laura smiles up at him "and I have no doubt about that. Ok we'll work on that but in the mean time there's something important that we need to do." "Oh" both Jason and I say together. "YES SHOPPING!" And we all start laughing. "Ok, ok" Jason walks over to us and holds out a hand to each of us. Laura and I look at each other and give the other a hug before reaching up for Jason's hands. With a quick tug he pulls us both up into a big hug. We all put our arms around each other and just stand there holding each other. After a few minutes Laura releases us "Ok let me get my keys and purse and be right back" and with that she darts into the house. Jason pulls me closer to him and I cuddle into his chest. "Thank you love" "For?" "For being so gracious in forgiving Laura and Tim like that. I love you all and would really hate it if you didn't all get along." "I know, I thought of that and figured I couldn't do that to you. I do love you, you know." "Yeah I know" then he pulls me tighter against him "and one more thing. If you refer to yourself one more time as the worthless town whores son I will tie you to the bed." "Hmm promise" "Yes but you didn't let me finish. I will tie you to the bed and suck and tease you for days and not let you cum." "OH fuck, and you call me evil ok ok I'll be good" and I shudder at the thought of not being able to cum for days. "Damn that would be hell!" "That's kind of the point. You're not worthless and you're not a whore You are my lover and the young man that I'm very deeply in love with. I will not sit by and watch you continue to demean yourself. Am I getting through to you?" "I hear what you say Jason but its so hard to believe. I mean everyone has always told me I'm worthless and that I'll never be anything special cause my mom's a whore and so was I. It just doesn't make sense to me that someone like you could be in love with me." "Well baby I am and I don't fall in love with worthless people. In fact I've only fallen in love twice and I think both of those two men are very special." Jason places his hand under my chin and lifts my face up to look me in the eyes. "Tim and you both are very important to me but make no mistake you will always come first" and then he leans down and kisses me. I press forward and let my hands slide up around his neck. My face hurts and my lips are killing me but Jason if very gentle and just slides his tongue over my lips and then gently lays his lips on mine. Just touching, just feeling the warmth of each others mouth. Jason pulls away and tucks my head under his chin and kisses the top of it and I let me hands slide down his back to his waist and just pull him to me. I feel so save and loved when Jason holds me like this. Jason is right I may have lived in hell but it was worth it for this. After a few more minutes we hear Laura driving around with a candy red Cadillac Escalade SUV. "Wow" I can't help but say "Yeah Laura takes her shopping seriously" I laugh "you'd think she was going to cloth an army." "Nope just you." I choke "your kidding right?" "Afraid not, you can expect at least half the back of that will be filled with clothes for you before the end of the day if not all of it." "Oh geez" Laura pulls up next to us and rolls the windows down, "come on guys lets go!" We pile in with Jason getting in front and me getting into the back. As I sit down its like the seat just molds to me. "Oh wow this is more comfortable then my bed when I lived with Dina." Jason and Laura both look back and they have this look like their waiting for a time bomb to go off. "Ok guys relax I'm ok now I was just saying, not digging ok?" Jason just grins and Laura looks relieved. Laura puts the car into drive and starts down the driveway. The drive is filled with small talk and there is a slight bit of tension but its easy to get past as none of us want to "poke" that sore spot. After about 35 minutes Laura pulls up in front of Akira, just looking at the window display I know this is a very expensive store. "Ahh I thought we were going to the outlets?" "Oh we will but I wanted to stop here first before we wore ourselves out at the outlets." Some how I get the impression that Laura is referring to us getting wore out and not her. We all pile out of the car and head into the store. Once I get inside I'm amazed by all the styles and colors of clothing. I've never been in such a stylish store and have no clue where to start. I mean one pair of jeans is as good as another right? "Quinn you ok?" Jason asks with a grin on his face, "because if you keep your mouth open like that someone might mistake you for a fish." I realize he's right and I've been standing here staring at everything with my mouth wide open. He walks over to me and slips his arm around my shoulder. "Come on hon lets start with pants that will look much better then those sweats you've been living in." Laura sidles up to my other side and slips her arm around my waist. "Don't worry about prices lets just have fun and get you something that flatters that great body you have." She tugs me away from Jason and drags me over to the shirts. The next hour is a whirlwind as I'm shoved into the changing room while Laura tosses one item of clothing after another at me. When we get to the register Laura sets aside a pair of pants, a shirt, and a sweater. "Jason why don't you take Quinn and get him changed into these." "Oh I'd be happy to." and Jason has this shit eating grin on his face as he slips his arm into mine and leads me back to the dressing rooms while carring my new cloths in his other. Once we are back at the dressing room Jason hands me the cloths and turns me around and gently pushes me to one of the rooms. I open the door and walk in and as I turn to shut the door Jason come in behind me. "Well she did say to help you get changed," and then he turns and shuts the door behind him and latches it. Turning around he takes teh cloths from me and sets them on the bench and then kneels down and starts to unlace my shoes. "I can get myself dress you know?" "Oh I know but this is so much more fun," he says as he slips off my shoe and starts on the other one. "Jason we could get into trouble." "Nah, trust me we're good," and he takes of my other shoe and reaches up and grabs my hips to pull me closer to him. Two steps closer and my crotch is right up against his face. As I look down Jason grin's up evilly at me and starts to slide his hands down my hips, pulling the sweat pants down. As they pull past the top of the jockstrap Jason leans forward and starts to tongue the laces, trying to slide is tongue between them. I feel the hotness of his breath and the dampness of his tongue through the fabric and my cock rockets to attention. My breath catches as he pushes his face harder against my groin. My breath catches and I lean into him letting my hands grip his shoulders. As the waist of the sweats slides down so does Jason's mouth, my cock is now sticking out the top of the jock and its pulsing against the fabric. As the sweats reach my ankles Jason has his head between my legs and is curling his tongue to get around the jock and to lick just under my nuts. I can't help but let out a soft moan. "Shh baby, we wouldn't want anyone to walk in now would we?" He then readjusts his position and is covering my jock encased balls with his mouth. I can feel the hot moisture seeping through the fabric and caressing my nuts. At the same time he lifts one foot up at a time and removes my sweats. Tossing them in the corner he kisses his way up my engorged cock and licks my head which at this point has escaped the confines of the jock and is leaking precum. "Mmm just for me?" and Jason then wraps his lips over the top. I let out a small whimper and then Jason tucks his feet under himself and begins to kiss is way up my stomach and to my chest while lifting the t-shirt up, sliding his hands up my sides and caressing me. Soon his lips reach my nipples and he gently nips then while raising my arms up and pulling the shirt off completely. As it passes over my head Jason stands up and his lips meet mine, the shirt gets tossed in the corner with the pants leaving his hands free to reach around my lower back and pull us tighter together. Jason is rubbing our throbbing cocks together as he gently licks my lips and places feather soft kisses on them. "Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?" He breaths into my mouth. "Hopefully as much as you mean to me" and I entwine my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. Jason reaches around and embraces me with his arm around my lower back and I can feel his fingers rubbing and sliding across the top of my ass. We stand that way for a few, just breathing in each others scent. Jason's fingers begin or roam lower and I can't help but arch my butt into them. He rubs them against my hole, gently circling, teasingly. Using his middle finger he probes me with just the tip. Pulling me tighter to him with his hand while fingering my ass is so extremely hot, yet done so gently that its also intimate and loving. I shudder with the conflicting emotions of wanting to have Jason just bury his cock deep in me to just standing there being held. Jason pulls his head back and looks down at me, "Whatcha thinking about love?" "How glad I am that I had a lousy math teacher," I look up at his face and he's got this huge grin on his face. "Yeah me too. Ok come on sexy boy lets get you dressed before they send someone in to check on us." I sigh as I really don't want to move unless its Jason lining up his cock with my ass. Jason pulls away and I already miss his finger playing with me. He turns around and grabs the shirt of the top of the pile of cloths. Its a solid black button down, with the cuffs a black plaid. Next he gives me a pair of dark green plaid skinny jeans. I've never owned anything like this. I've seen some of the kids with them at school but never thought I'd be wearing them let alone owning some. I slip them on and love the feel of them gliding across my skin. New cloths, NICE new clothes. Most of my stuff has been from GoodWill or other second hand stores, or occasionally Target or Walmart. This is completely different. I turn to look in the mirror but Jason is blocking my view. "Here put this on too" and he hands me a charcoal grey sweater jacket. I slip my arms into the soft warm jacket and zip up the front, all the while Jason is staring at me with this huge grin on his face. "Mmm I do believe I have the fucking hottest boyfriend in the state!" "You need glasses" I say and can feel my ear's burning. "Think so? Well take a look" and then he steps away from the mirror. I can't believe that the image is me. I've never looked this good. I can see my face turning a deeper red and that just makes my bruises stand out more, if it wasn't for those I'd look like I stepped off the cover of a magazine. "Told you, but lets make this even better." He then reaches for the zipper on my jacket and pulls it down about halfway. Then he unbuttons the top two buttons of my shirt, finally he turns and from the bench picks up and dark green plaid scarf and winds it once around my neck and places the ends so that they drape over my bare chest. "Wow, baby you look stunning!" and he start laughing even harder as I can feel my face light up like a Christmas bulb. "Come on I get to show you off now," and with those words Jason opens the door and shouts "Hey Laura check this out!" and as we come out of the hallway for the dressing rooms Laura and two clerks turn to look. Laura lets out a squeal like some high school cheerleader and comes running over. "OH MY GOD! Look at you! Quinn you look sexy as hell!" I can feel my face turning even redder as if that was possible. "Well I might look sexy if my face didn't look like a rotting tomato you mean," even I can hear the hurt in my voice. I try to defuse it by grinning but that just makes my lip hurt and I grimace instead. Jason reaches over and pulls me to him. "Baby, what was done to you is temporary, you will heal and I don't care what color your face is your DAMN sexy to me." I can't help but snuggle up against his chest. "Ok you two lets go get some lunch and hit the outlets." "Lunch sounds good and Quinn can take a pain pill before his head starts to feel like its going to explode." He give me a hug against his chest and then gently lifts my chin to look me in the eyes. "Hey someone thinks your special." "Mmm, you know I love you so much" and I stretch up on my tip toes and give him a kiss.

Jason "Welcome to the family lover." I can't get over that in the last few days so much has happened a lot of it the stuff of nightmares but I'm so happy at this moment. Quinn seems to fit in well with everyone and Tim and Laura both seem to have accepted our relationship. Quinn's mom seems to be out of the picture as it seems is the man that rapped him. Hopefully things will settle down for a while and we can just enjoy getting to know each other better. Holding Quinn's gaze I gently kiss is swollen lips. "Today we're taking the day off. Sorry Tim not going into work today I'm spending the day with Quinn." Looking at Quinn I say "and we really need to get you some clothes hon. I know you don't feel like going out but we do need to get you a few things to wear. "That's fine I'll put it down as a family emergency. Wish I could take the day off as well but I have to settle some things with John but after that I think I'm going to take off early myself." "By settle things with John I hope you mean as in hand him his walking papers" Laura states. "I've never been fond of him but he is Missy's husband so I never said anything...till now." "I know, I've never really liked him either but he was good at his job." Quinn turns his head but doesn't release his hold around my waist. "Is this something I should know about?" We all look back and forth between each other and then back to Quinn, trying to figure out just what to say. "Well I'll take that as a yes. Who's John and how does hit fit in with me?" I tighten my hold on Quinn "seems John is a former customer of your mothers, and knows you better then I like." "Oh." and Quinn starts to blush and I can tell he's feeling embarrassed and probably doing the whole self defacing thing in his head. I pull away from him and turn him to face me dead on. "There is nothing for you to be upset over. You didn't choose that remember? Your mother made you and I've told you and I think everyone here will agree that doesn't make you who you are now." Laura walks over to his and she places her hands on his shoulders. "Quinn you've proven to me in just the few hours that I've gotten to know you that you deserve so much better then what you've had to deal with and I'm not just saying that because your Jason's lover. Actually I'm saying that in spite of that" and she winks at me. "John is married to a dear friend of mine and choose to cheat on her with you while they are married and she is pregnant with his child. So the point is not that he was with you but that he was with anyone while Missy needed him. He is also an opportunist that will do anything that he feels will get him ahead despite how it may hurt others. I will not have that kind of sleaze ball around my girls when they start to work there, nor will I have him bothering Jason at work or you for that matter should you decide you'd like to work there. You are literally family" and she turns her face to grin at Tim, "so there will always be a job for you should you need." Quinn turns around and looks at Laura, then puts his arms around her and hugs her "thank you so much." "You're very welcome. Now it's getting late and Tim needs to get work, but I do believe someone mentioned shopping! Why don't I drop by the house clean up and meet you boys at the Lincoln Park outlets. Oh and we can hit Akira while we're in the area." Tim starts to grin "your in for it now" he chuckles "you might have to expand your house to make room for the clothes." Quinn is looking really uncomfortable "ahh Target is fine really." Tim chuckles evilly "My young man your lucky Laura didn't burn your clothes at the hospital. Your in for a ride on the wildest shopping roller coaster that ever existed. My only advice is to get used to nodding your head yes and trying on LOTS of clothes." Laura spins around and smacks Tim in the arm, "I'm not that bad!" "Oh, shall we dig out the bank statements for Isabel's last birthday?" Laura just smiles "Ok yeah I am that bad." She turns back to Quinn "I know this is a bit over whelming but I love to shop and you really do need some better clothing so let me have my fun, please?" Quinn smiles and looks at Tim "Manipulative isn't she?" Before Tim can respond Laura says "Of course that's why I always get my way." "Ahem." I break in. Ahh love just what was the word you just said?" "Manipulative?" "Yes, that one, and just what does that mean?" "Its kind of influencing people to do or get what you want, right? Why?" "I don't think stupid people use words like that how about you guys? Ever heard of stupid people using big words like that?" Quinn pushes me gently and says "Ok ok I get it." Laura and Tim both look askance at me. "Quinn keeps insisting that he's stupid and I've been proving to him he's anything but." Tim looks at Quinn "Bud I'm really sorry I didn't help you out sooner but let me tell you I've been watching you and Jason and Jason's been telling me how you've been doing with your studies and I have to agree with him. Your NOT stupid." Laura jumps in "you remember our talk last night how you kept connecting the dots before I could finish what I was saying and I kept telling Jason he was going to have problems keeping up with you? That wasn't flattery. I was teasing Jason about his intelligence, which in my estimation has gone up since he fell in love with you" and she winks at us. "But you picked up on pretty much everything very quickly. I'll also be up front with you if I thought you were stupid family or not I wouldn't have offered you a job with the business or at least not in the position I have in mind for you but that's later. Now lets go shopping!" Quinn turns back to me and snuggles up against my chest "I love you, don't ever forget that." "OH trust me I wont, and I love you right back" and I kiss the top of his head. "OK so where set" Laura says. "I'll meet you guys in an hour at our place and we'll take the SUV." Tim chuckles at the look on my face. "The SUV Laura? Really?" Laura rubs her hands together gleefully. "OH yes this is going to be fun." I groan and stage whisper to Quinn "Quick have a relapse, pass out, fake a concussion or something or we're doomed." Tim starts laughing "Yes I think I might actually enjoy having to work today." "Hey Tim, I don't think I have any time available to take off right? You really need me in the office right?" "Ha not on your life, maybe next time you wont mention shopping where Laura can hear it, as it is your all on your own." "You guys are just awful." "Ok you guys get out. Quinn and I'll will catch up with you at the house Laura." I release Quinn and walk over to Laura and slip my arm around her waist and walk her over to Tim. I slip my other arm around his waist pull them both to me in a hug, which they return. "I love you guys so much and thank you for everything." Tim just grins at me and Laura rubs my arm "Anytime Bud" Laura leans forward and kisses my check and then grabs Tim's arm. "Ok see you guys in about an hour" and then they are out the door. I turn to Quinn and he's standing there staring at me. "You guys were all just joking around right?" "Wishful thinking hon." "Really? We're taking an SUV to go shopping for me?! "Afraid so." Quinn looks like he's about to run for it. "Hey baby come here." I take Quinn into my arms. He feels so good there, I don't think I'll ever get tired of holding him. The way he fits so perfectly in my arms and against my body. "Laura is a shop-a-holic and she is about to have a field day. In fact I'm sure she had a mini orgasm when she heard I needed to take you shopping." Quinn giggles and then gets serious. "Jason is it ok? I mean I don't have any way to pay for anything. We could go back to the trailer and I've got some clothes there that are just fine." "Baby we are never setting foot in that place again EVER! Not to mention the fact Laura would have both our asses if we stood her up. Baby its all fine. None of us are poor in fact Tim and Laura have more then enough money. This shopping trip wont even put a scratch in their bank account, both of them come from very wealthy families. They also pay me very well so trust me you don't need to stress over this. Just relax and let Laura pamper you, but I will say if you start to feel bad just say the word and we'll head out. You've had a very rough few days and if we need to we can cut this trip short and not even Laura will stop me from calling it quits. You good with that?" "Yeah I think I can handle that." "Ok then lets get something to eat and head over to Tim and Laura's." "Is there any soup left? That would be perfect if its alright." "Of course its alright hon, and yes have a seat and I'll warm some up for you. I think I'll just chow down on some left over's myself." I heat us both up leftovers and then put everything away. As I'm putting things away Quinn gets up and starts washing dishes. I join him at the sink and as he finishes washing his bowl I take it and rinse it as he starts on my plate. Its all done quickly and smoothly like we've done this hundreds of times before instead of for the first time. Everything just seems to click with Quinn around like its meant to be. He finishes washing the last of the silverware and hands it to me. As I'm rinsing is off, he moves behind me and slides his arms around my chest resting his face against my back. I rise off the suds and put the utensils in the dish strainer and put my hands behind my back and hug him to me. "You feel really good love. I really like how you feel against me." Quinn straightens up and bit and I can feel his hard cock pushing against my ass. "Hmm and that feels very good." "Really? Do you think, I mean can I..ah maybe tonight?" and I can feel his flushing through my shirt. "Are you asking if you can fuck me tonight?" as I grind my ass into his hard cock. "Yes," he says so softly I can barely hear him. "On one condition" I say as I turn around and pull our hips tighter together and rub my hard rod against his "you keep the jock on." "OH hell yeah!" and I can feel his cock jerk at the thought. "Now lets get going before Laura sends the "boys" after us." "Boys?" "Yeah they're called 'Daddy's boys' but I'll explain later for now lets just get going." We put on our shoes, grab our jackets and head out the door. The day is bright but chill. Feels like it might snow tonight. I push the button on my key and unlock all the doors and as I get in I ask Quinn, "Hon do you know how to drive?" "No we never had a car and Dina wouldn't sign the permission slip for me to take the class." "Well guess that's another thing to add to the list of stuff we need to do. You're going to need to learn to drive so if you to get some where you can just take the car" I say as I pull out of the drive way and head to Tim's. "I can take the bus." "Hon bus takes way to long if you're in a hurry and besides you can chauffeur me around from time to time." "OH I thought we were going clothes shopping for me not getting you a wheelchair...old man." "Hmm old man huh? Will see who gets wore out first tonight then" and I grin evilly at him. "Hmm now that sounds fun." And then Quinn reaches down and palms the front of his pants. Then he surprises me by sliding down the front of sweats exposing his jock encased cock. I can the skin through the laces and his cock pushes against them. I'm trying to keep my eyes on the road but Quinn's cock is like a magnet drawing my eyes. Quinn then slides his hand into the top of the jock and I can see him wrap it around his cock. He looks over at me and smiles. "Like what you see?" "OH FUCK YES!" Then he pulls his hand out and pulls the front of his pants back up. "Maybe if your good I'll let you see more later" and he just grins at me. "Oh your a cock tease." "Yep, but just for you" and he leans over and kisses my check. "Jason, can I ask you something?" "Of course love" "Is it ok for me to do things like that?" "Oh hell yeah its ok for you to do things like that as long as they're directed at me and not anyone else." "I'd never do that to anyone else Jason. I only want to do those things to you but I don't want you to think.. its from...well you know." "Sweetheart from what little you've told me I don't think when you did work for your mother you ever did anything even remotely like that to the other guys." "It's kind of funny that everyone thinks that is what whores do but in reality most guys really don't want that. They just want you to blow them and then bend over. They are paying to blow their wad not to be teased and played with." "Quinn my idea of a relationship is constant flirting, teasing, touching, kissing and just enjoying being together. Not sure if you've noticed but I kind of like touching you and you touching me back." Quinn grins "nope never noticed just like I have no clue how much you like to kiss me." "OH yeah I'm sure you have no clue" I grin back. "You know what else I'm not sure about?" "No clue what's that?" Quinn leans over and breaths in my ear "I have no idea how much you like to slide your hard, thick, precum facet of a cock deep into my ass and blow your load deep into my guts" and then he licks my ear." "OH fuck Quinn your going to get us killed you keep doing that to me", I'm having a hell of a time trying to adjust my cock and drive at the same time. He laughs "Ok I'll behave. You know I've never been in a relationship and everything you've said you like is what I've dreamed one would be like. I can't seem to get enough of touching you and most the time I just want to curl up into you and forget the rest of the world." I get my cock adjusted and then lay my arm across the top of the seat and allow my hand to rest on the back of Quinn's headrest so that I can run my fingers through his hair. He just leans back into it. Then he reaches across and lays his hand on my thigh and looks at me asking silently if its alright. I smile at him and the rest of the drive to Tim's house is quiet as we both relax just being at peace with the world. Tim and Laura live about 35 min outside the city and fortunately there's very little traffic out this way. Pulling up to the gate I punch in the number code and wait for the gate to slide open. The gate smoothly rolls open and I drive in. The driveway is lined with old willow's and curves up to a 3 story house that stretches over 6000 sq feet complete with pool, basement, bar-b-Que bit big enough to feed a dozen armies and a horse shoe pit. Glancing over at Quinn he looks like a fish out of water. His mouth is wide open and his eyes look like their going to pop out of his head. "They live HERE! "Yep this is where your dad and half sisters live. So let them spoil you and it would probably be best that if you meet your sisters you don't let them know your related. At least not till Laura and Tim give us the go ahead on that." "Yeah I can see that. Jason can you stop for a second please?" "Sure hon, you okay?" "Actually no I'm not" and he sounds angry. "What's up love" "I'm kind of feeling conflicted right now." "OH!" and it dawns on me that this just might have been a very bad idea. "You need to talk hon?" "No, yes, I mean I don't want to but I don't think, ..I need to yell or scream or hit something. I mean how could he leave me like that! He knew what was happening to me, he could have saved me. He could have..he could, why didn't he HELP ME! Quinn is rocking back and forth in his seat. He has his hands around his waist and his face is beat red. Suddenly he lashes out and he's pounding his fist on the dash board. "He has this perfect house, perfect wife, perfect job, fucking perfect daughters, and I wasn't good enough to help! Am I so awful that he couldn't do anything to help me! His own goddamned son!" and Quinn is screaming now. "Quinn, baby look at me." Quinn turns to me "Don't tell me he had his reasons!" "I wont. I'm not going to excuse or justify anything but I do want you to take a deep breath and just let yourself 'feel'" Quinn gives me a puzzled look "You are in every way entitled to these feeling and they are very valid feelings and I want you to sit back and let them wash over and through you till you can get through them and think rationally about them. Take as long as you need, if we have to sit here all day that's just fine but you need to work through this. Now take a deep breath and let it out slowly." Quinn sits there for a minute like he's going to argue with me and then takes a deep shuddering breath and lets it out slowly. "Again" Quinn takes another breath and lets it out. "Now keep doing that while I tell you a story. Now I want to make this clear I do not know how you feel. I can empathize and assume I know how you feel but I don't know exactly how you feel. But I can tell you about something that happened to me that allows me to share some of the feelings you do. Are you ok with that? Quinn nods as he continues breathing. Suddenly my phone ding's to announce a text. "Ok hold that thought." Pulling my phone out of my pocket I have a text from Laura Why are you stopped in the middle of the drive is everything ok? NO! Major crisis do NOT come out right now. Abandonment issues! "Ok when I was younger I already knew I was gay and most of the kids knew I was different. Most of them would make fun of me and pick on me but not like what you went through. This was a private school so I have to many physical problems but that didn't stop them from sneering at me and making life difficult. Well one day I mean this guy. He was very attractive, nice and didn't pick on me. In fact he stood up for me and became my best friend. We became inseparable and I feel in love. We got into high school and we went through our experimental stage and my best friend became my lover. He dated others and I tried to but I really didn't want anyone but Tim. I would have done anything for him. When we got to college he met and fell in love with a Laura. I wanted to hate her, I did hate her for a while. How dare she come in and take the man that had been my best friend and lover for so many years. Two things made me fall in love with her as well. The day after Tim proposed to Laura he called me over to his apartment. When I got there he told me the 'Good New' I felt like the world had ended. As I was leaving Tim pulled me in for one last 'lovers kiss'. Neither of us knew it but Laura had just drive up and saw it all. I left the apartment in a haze. I don't even know where I was going but at one point I couldn't walk any more and sat down and cried my broken heart out. It was so unfair. I spent years loving this man and he just dumped me for some bitch. And if you tell Laura I called her that she'll just say she's earned that title." Quinn gives a half smile and goes back to breathing but I can tell some of the anger has left him as I tell him about my past. So there I was wishing I was dying and Laura comes up behind me ready to crucify me and you know what? She took one look at me and instead of yelling at me for kissing her boyfriend she says she is so sorry and hugs me." "And this has exactly what to do with how I feel" I can hear the anger returning to Quinn's voice. "Almost there love, honest. Trust me I'm getting there." My phone dings again OH fuck! That's putting it mildly. Now let me take care of this if I can. "So now I can't even hate Laura. I've lost my love and I have to endure watching the two love birds while I want the ground to swallow me up. Laura did try to keep it under wraps and not rub my face in it. So after a while I figured I needed to move on and try to find someone else. I fooled around with a couple of guys then I met Tony. I thought Tony could be the one to replace Tim. He was great in bed and made me forget about Tim when we had sex. I thought I could learn to love him like I did Tim. Then I got sick. Really sick. Tony took care of me for the first three days then he left me. I found a note when I went to go throw up in the bathroom telling me I needed to go get an HIV test. I was throwing up, had a fever, chills the whole bit...and it was all Tim's fault." When I say this Quinn's face hits the floor. "I blamed Tim. If he hadn't left me I would never have gotten sick, I wouldn't have tried to replace him. He knew how I felt about him. He could have saved me from getting HIV all he had to do was just love me like I loved him. I even called him to tell him that but Laura answered the phone. I was half delirious with a favor and probably wasn't making much sense but Laura came over and took care of me. So I may not know exactly how you feel but I do understand it. But let me give you some food for thought." I turn to face him, "if things had gone differently then I wouldn't be sitting here with the young man that I really am in love with. I can tell you that as much as I was in love with Tim and how I wanted the world to end when he left me, if you left me or something was to happen to you then the world would end for me. In the short amount of time that I've known you my world would quite literally end without you in it. If Tim had taken care of you, and raised you here I would never have gotten to be in love with you. I would have been 'Uncle Jason' and I would be living quietly as a hermit like I was before you came into my life. So yes it sucked and it wasn't fair and it was just down right fucking wrong, but out of the fucked up mess came the one man that I love more then anything else in this world. So I can't tell you to forgive him for what he did but I hope you'll forgive me when I say I'm so glad he left you with that bitch of a mother other wise I would never be able to do this. I lean forward and take Quinn's face into my hands and draw him to me and tenderly kiss his lips pouring every ounce of love I have into it. At first he tightens up in resistance and then he relaxes and his hands release themselves from his waist and slide up my arms to rest in my hair as he returns me kiss. "I love you so much" I mumble into the kiss. I feel hot tears dripping onto my face mixing with my own. "I love you too." He pulls his lips back but presses his forehead to mine. "I guess he'll just have to make it up to me by buying me expensive clothes." "That's my boy. Now lets go collect on that debt ok? And two things, lets try to have a good time today and always always remember, I will always be here for you and I love you so very very much!"

Jason As I'm chasing my laughing young man down the hall towards the kitchen and I can't help but think this is the first time since I met Quinn that I've seen him happy, really happy. Yeah, he's has his chuckles, a couple of giggles, a smile here and there but there's always been a deep sadness about him. I think he's been desperately lonely and in need of someone to really care about him. I'm so glad its me. Its been far to long since I've had that myself. I'll admit to myself I had more then a small crush on Tim while growing up but I always knew he was just "playing". But the mind and the heart so rarely agree and I couldn't help but fall for him. While in college Tim met Laura and its all stopped. I put on my happy face, made friends with Laura <lord knows I wanted to hate her> and never let my true feelings show. I found a boyfriend, Tony, figured I could learn to love him, and I did care about him. We dated for around 4 months and we always seems to be at my place. In retrospect I should have figured something was wrong when I never got to spend any time at my boyfriends house. But I wasn't looking that far just wanted the attention to keep my mind off Tim. I got sick, really sick figured I had a really bad flu. Tony took care of me for the first 3 days, though the chills and fevers. On the forth day he said he had some errands to run and he'd be back in a few hours. I finally got up to use the restroom and on the counter was a note with a number. Jason, here is the number to the HIV clinic you need to get tested. I should have told you but I couldn't bring myself to do it. You'll get better then it will be your turn to pass it on. Keep the gift going. TW Of course I had no idea what he meant at the time other then HIV that practically jumped off the note at me. I couldn't believe it. That was my last relationship. Once I figured out what keep the gift going meant I was determined not to do that to anyone else. So I got a job working for Tim and Laura, bought my house and have basically been a hermit. I never expected to find anyone to love and I certainty had no intention of "gifting" someone. Now I've done both. Part of me is ashamed and regrets it, part of me it glad. Only time will tell which of the two will follow me in the years to come. I enter the kitchen and Quinn is standing with his back to the sink hands up in surrender. "Ok be nice you got your revenge with the towel so behave" "I don't have to behave" I reply and place my hands on the counter with him in the middle. I lean against him and kiss while looking in his gorgeous brown eyes. I never thought much about brown eyes but his are a golden brown like hazelnut chocolate. He smiles into my kiss and kisses back. I slide my hands around his back and then I start to tickles his sides. Quinn jerks back and tries to get away but he has no where to go and he's laughing hysterically. "OH stop stop and can't breath. Your supposed to ..BEHAVE!" "No I'm not" I laugh at him but I do stop, give him one last kiss and grab a plate out of the strainer. Setting the plate on the counter I turn to the fridge, open it up and get whats left of dinner. Quinn watches me put it all together with this huge smile on his face. "Here you go hon" and I hand him his place. He starts eating while I put everything back. "This is really good, I've never had a ..Cesar salad? Is that what you said it was? "Yep that's what they call it." I sit at the table as Quinn leans against the counter eating. "How much stuff do you have to bring over?" Quinn stops eating and is kind of just moving a piece of chicken around with his fork. "I don't have much, just some clothes and a couple of pieces of work out stuff if that's ok" "Hon, of course is ok, this is your home now, I really mean that." "Yeah, I know but .." "But what love?" "My mother." I've never heard such distaste associated with that word "Baby, your 19 you can do whatever you want now. Its your life." "I know but, you don't know how she is, especially..." his voice trails off barely above a whisper. "Especially since your her major source of income? Well that stops NOW! She'll have to figure something else out and if she gives us any problems!" At this point I have to stop and take a few deep breaths to settle down. "Well hon, actually after tonight she probably wont want you around." I remind him. "OH" and the word hangs there and suddenly Quinn looks like he is about to run for it. "Hey hey, come here" and I open my arms up and motion for him to come to me. Quinn sets his plate on the counter and quickly crosses over to me sitting in my lap and burying his face in my chest. "I'm scared." "Yeah I know hon but I'll get you through it, you'll be fine, we'll both be just fine okay?" I wrap my arms around him giving him a physical reminder to go with my words that I'm here for him. "Ok" and we just sit in the kitchen for a few. Me just holding him tight and him relaxing into me. "Well young man its time for bed we have a busy day tomorrow." I pick him up and head for our room, our room I like the way that feels. Once in the bedroom I tuck Quinn into bed and crawl in next to him. He scoots close and I wrap my arms around him. His face is buried in my chest, so I kiss his forehead and stoke his hair. I feel him relax and soon his breathing evens out and I can't tell he's just about asleep. I'm not far behind him as I feel my eyes closing. I can't help but here him whisper. "Thank you so much for loving me." and I can't help but smile and say back and say. "And thank you for loving me right back." and then we're both asleep. I wake up the next morning to something new. I have a pair of arms wrapped around me and a big cock nestled between my checks. I feel that all is right with the world. Quinn's soft breaths across my back tell me he's still sleep and I grin to myself as I think of the perfect way to wake him up. I slowly reach for the bottle of lotion I keep on my nightstand for dry skin, I can think of a better use for it this morning and pump a few squirts into my palm. I very slowly and gently reach behind me and very carefully start to rub it all over Quinn's massive uncut organ. This is going to be fun I think to myself. Quinn lets out a few whimpers and is all I can do to stop before he can wake up as I loving the way his foreskin slides back and forth in my hands. I carefully get a few more squirts, this boy is big and its been years since I've taken a cock, let alone one this long. I rub the lotion around my ass letting first one then two fingers slide in. My cock is already dripping and making a wet spot on the sheets. I am trying to go slow to surprise him but I want him inside me. I've made him mine now I need him to make me his as well. After a couple more squirts and another gentle rub along the length of Quinn's long shaft I'm ready. I scoot up a bit and line his cock up with my hole. I pull his skin back and let the tip of his cock start to work is way into me. The lotion does its job and Quinn is starting to fill me up. His breathing catches and there's a gasp. "oh OH OH WOW!" Quinn jerks his hands to my waist and holds me still. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." I clinch my ass around his cockhead "Didn't mean to what love?" I smile to myself. "Start making love to me? So making love to me is an accident?" I teasingly say and I push back to feel the first inch slide into me. Quinn sucks air deeply and wraps one arm over my chest and the other arm moves up so that his hand in playing in my hair. "Is this ok? You want me to fuck you?" "Yes I want you to fuck me haven't you ever been in a man before?" as soon as the words are out of my mouth I realize it was the wrong thing to say. I feel Quinn stiffen up and start to back out. "OH no you don't" I reach back and grab his ass to keep him from pulling out. "You know when I told you that I don't pull out? Well the same applies to you. Once your inside me you don't ever pull out until I have every drop of cum you've got to give me. This is a relationship its all about give and take and right now your going to give me your dick and I'm about to take your cum ok?" As I tell him this I slide my ass back and pull his ass forward getting another couple of inches. "OH damn, baby you feel so good." "Really? I'm sorry I'm not going to be very good at this. I've. Well. I've. I've never been allowed to fuck someone before I've always been the bottom." He just blurts this out like he's making some confusion. "OH yeah I've hit pay dirt" I've got the hottest guy in town in my bed and I get to be the only person that has ever had his cock in my ass. I must have done something right." I hold onto his hip now and I slide forward a little. I need to get used to this its been way to long since I've been fucked and he's longer then any guys I've been with. Also I have to make sure he enjoys this. My baby needs to have his first time be perfect. I kick the covers off of us so that I can drape my top leg over him, now I've got some leverage to work with. "Oh love let me get us started, its been a while but once I get used to you I expect me to give me the pounding we both deserve." I twist my chest around and wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him into a kiss, while I start to impale myself on Quinn huge fuck stick. I'm not sure how much more I can take but I damn sure and going to try and get every inch. All Quinn is able to do is moan into my mouth and I keep lowering myself onto his cock. His head hits my barrier and I can't seem to get any more in. I reach my hand down to see how much I have left. "Fuck baby your only about 3/4ths in." "Its ok we can change around and you can fuck me instead." He says but I can tell there's a bit of disappointment. "Oh hell no, just give me a sec." Thank god I've been doing yoga. I easily roll Quinn on to his back, sit up and then rotate, I have no clue which of us is moaning louder at this point but damn that sure felt good. All the re positioning was causing his cock to do all sorts of wonderful things in my ass. Now I'm on top and got a good 6 inches of cock in my ass but I'm determined to get the other 4. I've got my hands on his chest and I'm looking Quinn straight in the eyes. "Ok hon your ready, cause I'm about to blow your mind?" I start rocking my hips back and forth as I'm start to rise and lower my ass on his cock. Quinn grabs my hips and his holding on for dear life. I can feel his cock head beating against my inner hole but I can't seem to get him past that. "OK hon you get to help now" I raise up a bit "Ok start to fuck me." Quinn hands grip me tighter and he thrusts his cock back into my ass, I raise up on my feet and grip his shoulders for balance and he start to drive his cock into me but still I'm not getting it all, finally frustrated as he pushes up and completely drop all my weight down. "OH FUCK!" The pain is excruciating and I break out in a full body sweat. Quinn looks like his eyes are going to pop right out of his head, and his mouth is hanging wide open and his gasping for air. Then I swear his eyes rolled up and he stiffened all over and I do mean ALL over, and I could feel his cock shooting deep in my ass. I bear through the pain and squeeze my ass around his cock and Quinn grips me tighter and pulls down harder. I swivel my hips to give him as much pleasure as possible and the pain is letting up, slowly but I can tell its lessening. "OH shit" Quinn is chanting while his dick is spewing inside of me. I can't help it but I've got the biggest shit-eating grin on my face as I'm watching him shoot his very first load inside a man and that man is me. Quinn is starting to come down from his orgasm and I'm still moving my hips but much more slowly. "So I take it you enjoyed that hmm." I lean forward and kiss the top of his nose, then his forehead then back down to his lips. Quinn's arms reach up around my neck "Mmmm hmm." He breaks off our kiss "Hey you didn't cum yet...love." He says "love" like he's testing it out and then he just smiles at me. "OH that's ok, trust me we'll get to that later. But right now we've got things to do. I've got idea's for tonight and I can assure you, its NOT going to be a quick. So lets get what we need done, get home relax so I can wear you out tonight." "Deal"

Quinn I belong to Jason now. I'm not sure what that mean but I know I'm scared. I've spent these month's fighting how I feel about Jason, not knowing if he was straight or gay or even if he was gay if he'd like me that way. He's always treated my like a little brother or a son. Always taking care of me and watching out for me. I've felt so secure when around him. I've been so lonely all my life. My mother was never really there for me. Of course she fed me, gave me a place to stay but that was only so that she could sell me for someone else's pleasure. She never cared what they did to me as long as no permanent marks where left and that they used a condom. I was a as much a meal ticket <or drug ticket depending on how you look at it> for her as she used to be for me. I've always been so frightened of being sick. Whenever I got sick I had to deal with her. "You made sure they used a condom. You made sure to only use the condoms your brought, you didn't take your off of them so they could tear it did you." Questions and accusations and then the trips to the Dr's with her telling them that I let some strange man have his way with me and need medication so not to get sick. She would so embarrass and humiliate me. And the looks from the Dr.'s and nurse's ranging from pity to disgust. Being sick was always so traumatic even if was just a cold and I shudder at the thought of the times I got the flu. Now here I am, my legs wrapped around a man I've come to love and he's probably infected me with hiv. He's pumped three loads into me, which he's admitted, are full of the virus. I'm scared but he says he'll take care of me. Of course I've heard all that before. "John's" away's say that, its part of their fantasy. You learn quick to understand that what men say before, during and right after sex are only things they feel you want to hear. They never mean them. But Jason is different, Oh god I hope he's different. I feel like I've been lost, and then found and then lost again. I have no clue which end is up. I know I love him but does he really feel that way about me. I'm just the son of the local whore. I've been told countless times I'll never amount to anything. The only person that hasn't told me that has his body curled around me with this dick twitching toxic cum into my ass. I don't know what to do so I just lay there and I feel the hot tears rolling down my face. I don't even know if their tears of joy, fear or what I just let them come and try not to think about it any more. "Hey baby" Jason's voice is in my ear, "how about we take a shower, get ourselves all cleaned up and head back to bed. We can sort this all out in the morning ok love?" He just said he loved me. No he didn't he just called me love I tell myself, its just a term that men use to make you feel better, its just something they say. I can't afford to hope yet, its to soon after sex to believe it might mean something. Jason stands up and pulls out of me "OH" it hurts a little and when we both look down we can both see there a bit of blood, not a lot but its enough for things to sink in again. But I'm to tired to panic I just let the tears roll down my face and resign myself to fate. "Come here baby, its going to be ok, I promise." Jason take my face into his hands and gently pulls me off the counter and then leans over and starts to kiss my tears. I close my eyes and lean into them taking comfort in the here and now. He puts his an arm around me and pulls me towards a huge shower, its even got a bench across from where the shower sprays out. I'm pulled into the shower and he sets me on the bench as he turns and starts the water. He fiddles with the nobs for a few seconds getting the temperature just right and then hits the lever for the spray. The showers so big that the spray only hits my feet and I just watch it sprinkle my toes as I wiggle them a little. He turns back to me and kneels in front of me. The water is splattering across is back and over his shoulders making tiny streams and rivulets across his chest. His hand reaches out and he pulls my chin up to look him in the eyes. "Baby I know what others have said to you and I think I now what your thinking but I am NOT like those other people. When I say I'll take care of you I mean it. When I said we needed to get this sorted out in the morning what I meant to say we need to go get your stuff and move you in." I can't believe what I'm hearing and I can't help it, I can't contain it any longer, and I feel hope and, oh my god, happiness filling my chest. The smile on my face obviously confirms to Jason that he knew what was going on in my mind. He smiles back at me and stands up pulling me with him and turns me around so that I'm now the one under the water. He pulls me into a huge hug with one arm while turning the shower head down with the other so that I'm not going to drown in the spray. I lean my head back and look up at him. "Jason I think I've in love with you." I can't help but say in a whisper. "Yeah your just saying that so I'll give you a place to stay" but he winks at me letting me know that its just a joke and then he leans forward and kissing my forehead. He whispers back to me "Baby I know I'm in love with you". He reaches over my head and grabs the shampoo, stepping back a little he pours some into his hand. I reach for the bottle and he pulls it away. "Ahh ahh ah, I get to do this." He rubs the shampoo between his hands and then running his fingers through my hair with just enough force to tilt my head back he starts to massage and wash my hair. This man is so amazing I can't help but think to myself. He takes his time and rubs the lather down my around my shoulders and across my chest. Its so intimate and so sensual that I can't help but start to get hard again. I've just cum three times in less then an hour there's no way I can do four but it just feels so good and so right I can't help it. He slides on hand to the middle of my lower back and with this other hand he tilts my head back and my body with it and rises my hair, just as the last of the suds is being washed away he leans forward and cover's my lips with his own. I let me hands come up around his waist and kiss him back, my erection raises up to slide under his balls. "Hmm baby I'd love to do something with that but I think we're both a bit strung out for a round four." He grins at me and I just nod in agreement I really am to tired and overwhelmed at the moment but it sure feels good. He grabs the bar of soap and starts to wash his own chest. I use my fingers to make little design's across his chest in the lather. His chest is so smooth and its funny he's got like 5 hairs around one nipple but none anywhere else. I'm taking it all in this one moment to remember since I have no idea what's going to happen tomorrow. But for right now I'm happy and I just want to live and enjoy this moment in a shower with a man that I love and says that he loves me back. He turns us around so that he's under the water and turns his back to me to me rinsing his chest off. I put my arms around him and lean into his back. I plant little kisses between his shoulder blades and my erection peaks though his thighs. Jason squeezes them together making me gasp. He finishes rinsing and turns the shower off. He slides the shower door open and grabs the towels off the rack and tosses one over his shoulder while take the other one and rubbing my chest with it. I take it from him. "This I can do" I can't help but grin a little bit. "OH fine" is his response sounding so dejected it makes me giggle. He steps out of the shower and I follow him into the bedroom. He starts to climb into bed and I head for the couch. "AHEM! Where are you going? You hungry or something" "I was just headed back to bed my bed." "YOUR bed, actually let me correct that OUR bed is right here, unless you'd rather sleep alone? I was kind of hoping that you'd actually want to be with me not just live with me. If you'd prefer to think about it first that's fine. Your don't have to and my offer still stands. You can stay here and I'll take care of you till you get through school and figure out what you want to do and I'll do what ever you need to get your life organized but I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd rather your plans included me." I can't help myself I'm feeling just a tad ornery suddenly and I look at him and say kind of dead pan "No I really don't need to think about it" and I walk to the door. "Some more Cesar salad before I get into OUR bed would be perfect." "SNAP!" as his towel strikes my butt. Damn the man can move fast good thing I had my towel wrapped around me. "You'll pay for that" he grins "Promise" I grin back "Yep" and then I'm running for the kitchen with a mad man right behind me.

Quinn "OH NO, Jason NO!" I can't help but yell. This cant be happening to me. I finally find a man I feel I can trust, a man I want to be with. He's just made love to me like no one has ever before, and he's possibly given me HIV. I don't know what to do. I try to get away but he's got me up against the headboard. You're on antivirals, right?" "I was, but my last blood work showed elevated liver enzymes so my doctor has taken me off of them, and after they've cleared my system we'll do another test to see if the meds are causing the problem." "Ok, but it takes time for the virus to build back up right?" I'm pleading with him. I'm grasping at straws. No, no, this can't be happening to me. Suddenly I feel his cock twitch deep inside me. Oh god I can't help but moan with pleasure, even though I realize he's still in me with his HIV-loaded cock. "Yes, it does take time to build back up." Jason's looking me in the eyes and I see he cares for me and I instinctively find myself relaxing. Then he continued adding "Baby, it takes two days and I've been off of them for almost three weeks." "OH no." I've got to get him out of me. I have to get to the bathroom and clean his load out. I start to squirm and pull away but he's got a firm grip on my thighs. I try to push him out him out but all this does is make his cock even harder and bury itself even deeper in me. Then he shifts slightly and he hits that spot inside me. "OH God" I can't help but moan. He feels so good inside me. No one has ever felt this good inside me but I scared to death. Where will I go? How can I finish school? What is my mother going to do to me? Jason slides his hands up my thighs and grabs my hips and pulls me back towards him embedding his cock deeply in my ass. I can feel it twitching and flexing which makes me moan and want him more. But I can't get infected. It will ruin me. He pulls back some and I feel like there's a void left where he was, where he should be. No I can't think like that he has to get out of me, its a good thing he's pulling out of me. He leans over and licks up the cum off my stomach and then he pushes back in and leans down and kisses me deep. The taste of my cum and his cock sliding back into me is more then I can take. I don't know what to do I want to run and get away but I need to have him buried deep inside me. I don't want anyone but him to ever fuck me again. "Taste that love? That's going to be one of your last neg loads. You'll have a few more but soon you'll be infected, you'll have my DNA inside you, you'll be mine" He pulls back and then angles his dick right into the spot again. I squirt cum again, how does he do that to me? He makes me squirt and I'm not even cuming or touching myself, its like he's pushing all my neg juice out so it can be filled with toxic seed instead. "I'm going to get sick, right?" I can't help but ask. Again his cock twitches and expands. Its like his cock is excited by my fear and with the thought of shooting its viral load into me. "Yes baby you will, but I'll take care of you," and then he starts again. He's been just sitting there with his cock in me barely moving but now he's actively fucking me again. His cock is so thick its like a torpedo bombing its way into me. When he starts to pull back its like my ass can't help but push because of the way he's tapered but his cock never leaves my ass completely. His head is just inside me, pulsing dripping more precum, more virus into me. Then, in one steady push, he's sliding all the way back into me. "Oh God, Jason I can't." He leans over and kisses me deeply but gently. My whole world become centered on his lips. He gently places his hands on either side of my face, looks me in the eye and then leans in and his tongue is dancing with mine as he grinds his hip against my ass. This is right, this is where I need to be. I need this man to make me his but I'm still so scared. He slides back a few inches and just throbs inside of me, making small jabbing motions that are diving me crazy. He caresses my sides and his hands move down to my hips. He grabs them firmly and hikes my ass up and drives his cock in as deep as it could go. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and my arms around his shoulder and I kiss him back. He acknowledges my surrender to him with a smile and says "I'm very proud of you my young man. I'm going to make you mine, your going to be a part of me soon. You'll always have me with you." His breathing is getting heavier and I can feel this cock getting even thicker. Damn how thick can his cock get? It fills me up like nothing ever has, its taking possession of me, its going to blast inside me and claim me. His pace is picking up and I can't help but moan and pant as he's taking over my body. He's using my hips to pull me onto his cock burying it as deep as it can into me. He's pounding away at my ass and its right. Its what I want, what I need. I need for Jason to make me his. "YES, Oh fuck" He groans into me ear and he shifts in such a way that he's right on that spot and I can feel his cock kicking and throbbing inside me. I can't help myself I bury my heals into his ass as I arch my back to get as much of his cock as I can and I'm shooting my load all over us. We're moving together to get his cock as far inside me as its physically possible. The only thing between us is his pubic hair as it grinds against my ass. As I start to calm down from another mind blowing orgasm my mind kicks in again. "Oh fuck, I've taken two poz loads now!" "Yes, and that's just a start, baby."

You're right... i don't have low self esteem or somehow feel unworthy, i'm more shocked by the longevity of our chemistry. It's not forced or put on, we both obviously passionately love what we're doing. And, it's not so much that i "don't understand" as much as i simply don't relate, and i find he doesn't relate to me either... it's hard for Him to grasp that i'm content to have His cock and seed in me and not cum myself. Thankfully, nature has opposites, and symbiosis is a thing.

I've never liked the smell of poppers so I've never used them, although I've heard that many bottoms use them. But I started buying them when several times at the sauna, a guy with whom I was fooling around would ask me for poppers and would leave saying that he would be back. They would never be back! I started buying poppers that I keep with me when I go to a park or a sauna. I never use them but when a guy asks, I have them which improves my chances of getting his load.

For me: Calf-length athletic socks and sneakers. It's been my standard since an older guy I was with used and trained a naive and inexperienced 18-year-old me on how to properly be a slut for the local community at-large. For guys I'm with: Prefer socks and footwear of any kind (athletic shoes, construction or cowboy boots, dress shoes, etc.) but also find it hot when guys don't even take the time to undress and simply pull their cocks out through the fly of their pants. Taking a hard cock through the fly of a guy only wearing his boxer briefs is also fucking hot. I get turned on by the power dynamic differential between me being stripped down to my socks and sneakers while the guy using me is fully clothed. That also emphasizes my role as the slut, for the guy using me and especially for anyone witnessing me being used.

The air in the apartment was thick with sweat and the musky scent of sex, the low hum of moans and laughter blending with the muffled sounds of poz-themed porn playing on a loop across the far wall. Doug stood near the entrance, his bare skin prickling under the weight of so many eyes—some curious, some hungry. Piet, ever the gracious host, draped an arm around his waist, fingers tracing idle circles on his hip. "Relax, man," he murmured, his breath warm against Doug’s ear. "Everyone here’s been where you are. Just breathe." Arthur, already half-hard again, gestured toward a cluster of men lounging on a massive sectional, their cocks either stroking lazily or already buried in someone’s mouth. "Doug, meet the regulars," he said, his voice a smooth purr. "That’s Marco with the sleeve tattoos—he’s a fucking animal when he bottoms. And the silver fox over there? That’s Richard. He’s got a thing for breeding fresh meat." Doug’s pulse jumped as Richard’s gaze locked onto him, slow and assessing, like he was already imagining how Doug’s hole would clench around his cock. Doug swallowed hard, his mind spinning. Names blurred together—Liam, the twink with the prince albert; Javier, the stocky dom who liked to spit in your mouth before kissing you—and he gave up trying to memorize them. The room was a kaleidoscope of flesh: hairy chests, smooth backs, cocks of every size and shape, some leaking precum, others already glistening with lube. The energy was electric, a current of need and permission that made Doug’s own dick twitch despite his nerves. Before he could overthink it, a couple—tall, lanky Tom and his burly boyfriend Derek—closed in on him. Tom’s fingers trailed down Doug’s chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples. "First time at a party like this, huh?" he murmured, voice rough with amusement. Doug nodded, his throat dry. Derek didn’t bother with small talk; he just dropped to his knees, tongue already out, and lapped a slow stripe up the underside of Doug’s cock. The wet heat made him gasp. "Fuck, you’re big," Derek groaned, wrapping a hand around the base. "Bet you’ve got a tight little hole too, don’t you?" Tom chuckled, pressing against Doug’s back, his own hard length grinding between his ass cheeks. "Oh, he does. Arthur’s been bragging." His teeth grazed Doug’s earlobe. "You gonna let us find out?" The question wasn’t really a question. Doug’s body answered for him, his hips rocking forward, seeking more of Derek’s mouth. The first suck was obscene, Derek’s throat fluttering around the head of his cock, and Doug moaned, his hands tangling in Derek’s short dark hair. They moved him to a nest of cushions near the wall, where the porn’s moans mixed with their own. Tom pushed Doug onto his back, spreading his thighs wide. "Look at you, already dripping," he murmured, rubbing a thumb over Doug’s slit. Derek didn’t waste time; he spat into his palm, slicked up, and pressed the fat head of his cock against Doug’s prelubed entrance. The stretch burned, delicious and sharp, and Doug arched into it with a broken sound. "That’s it, take it," Tom crooned, stroking himself as he watched. "You’re gonna take both of us tonight, aren’t you?" Derek bottomed out with a groan, his hips rolling in deep, punishing thrusts. Doug’s fingers clawed at the cushions, his own cock leaking onto his stomach. When Derek pulled out, Tom took his place, his cock thinner but longer, hitting spots that made Doug’s vision white out. They traded off like that, fucking him in turns, their rhythm syncing until Doug was nothing but a trembling, overstimulated mess between them. "Gonna fill you up, baby," Derek growled, his balls drawing tight—but then he pulled out at the last second, stroking himself, "later though, after this POZ cock has plowed a few more of the asses here." Doug licked them both clean instinctively, tasting salt and musk, his own cock aching with need. But they didn’t let him come. Tom smirked, pinching the base of Doug’s dick. "Not yet. You’ve got more to give." Doug whimpered, his body thrumming with denied pleasure. Next was Rafael, a wiry power bottom with a smirk and a tattoo of a scorpion on his thigh. He crooked a finger at Doug, his ass already slick and gaping from someone else’s cock. "C’mere, papi," he purred. "I wanna feel that big dick split me open." Doug didn’t need to be told twice. He knelt behind Rafael, gripping his hips, and pushed inside with a groan. The man was talented, his inner muscles milking Doug’s cock like he was trying to pull the cum out of him. "Fuck, yes," Rafael hissed, reaching back to spread himself wider. "Breed my POZ pussy, puta." Doug’s balls tightened, his orgasm coiling low—but Rafael must’ve sensed it. He clenched down hard, and Doug gasped, his release stuttering, denied again. The room was a blur of flesh and filthy promises. Poz talk swirled around him—"Recharge me fucker"—"Knocked up three guys when I was off my meds"—"You ever take it raw from a guy who’s really sick? Nothing like it." Doug’s head spun, his body thrumming with denied release, his hole loose and aching from use. Then he appeared. Chris. Younger than Doug by at least a decade, with a messy mullet and a lip ring that glinted under the dim lights. His uncut cock was average but thick, veiny, the head already weeping. He didn’t ask. He just grabbed Doug by the hair, yanked him up, and shoved him against the wall. "Heard you like it raw," Chris growled, his breath hot and beer-scented. Doug barely had time to nod before Chris spun him around, bent him over, and slammed home in one brutal thrust. "Fuck—!" Doug cried out, his nails scraping the wall. Chris wasn’t gentle. He fucked like he had something to prove, his hips snapping against Doug’s ass, his balls slapping loud enough to echo. "Gonna knock you up," he snarled, his fingers digging into Doug’s hips hard enough to bruise. "Gonna fill this used hole with my POZ cum, make you mine." Doug’s cock, still desperate, leaked against the wall, his body caught between pain and pleasure so intense it bordered on religious. Chris didn’t hold back. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and roared, his cock pulsing deep inside Doug as he emptied himself. Doug could feel it—the heat, the weight of it, filling him in a way none of the others had. His own orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting against the wall as Chris’s cum dripped out of him, thick and obscene. He was still trembling when Arthur’s hands found his waist. "My turn," Arthur murmured, his voice dark with promise. He didn’t pull Doug away from the wall—just pressed against him, his cock, sporting a bigger P.A. than usual sliding easily into the mess Chris had left behind. Doug moaned, his sensitive hole clenching around the intrusion. Arthur’s thrusts were slower, deeper, his breath hot against Doug’s neck. "Look," he commanded, nodding toward the other side of the room. Doug’s gaze followed. Chris was on his knees now, his ass lips stretched around the cock of an older man—Richard, the silver fox—who had a hand fisted in his hair, fucking him with slow, deliberate strokes. Chris’s eyes were watering, his lips slick with spit and precum, but he was obviously loving it, Chris' own cock hard again despite having just come. Arthur chuckled, his hips rolling in a rhythm that made Doug’s toes curl, his P.A. dragging against Doug's rectum wall. "See that? That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be a proper POZ pig." Doug couldn’t deny it. His cock, already spent, twitched back to life at the sight. They didn’t last much longer. Arthur came with a groan, his release mixing with Chris’s inside Doug, marking him in a way that felt permanent. Doug’s legs shook as Arthur pulled out, cum dripping down his thighs. He needed a break. Doug collapsed onto a free couch, his body humming, his mind foggy. Chris plopped down beside him a moment later, his chest still heaving. He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "First time at one of these?" he asked, nudging Doug’s knee with his own. Doug exhaled, nodding. "Yeah. You?" Chris’s smirk faltered for half a second. "Nah. But first time since…" He tapped his temple. "Since I converted." Doug’s stomach twisted. Converted. The word hit him like a punch. Before he could ask, Arthur appeared, a fresh beer in hand. He dropped onto the armrest, his thigh pressing against Doug’s. "Chris here’s got a gift for you, Doug," he said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. "His viral load’s sky-high. Off the charts." He leaned in, his lips brushing Doug’s ear. "That’s why I brought you here. Surprise." Doug’s breath caught. Chris’s grin turned sharp, hungry. "Yeah. Arthur said you’d love that. Fucking hot for me too." The room tilted. Doug’s hole ached, still full of their cum—his cum. The realization settled over him, heavy and intoxicating. He’d taken it. He’d wanted it. And now— Arthur’s fingers traced the cum drying on Doug’s thigh. "How’s it feel, knowing you may be one of us now?" Doug’s pulse roared in his ears. He didn’t have an answer. Not yet.

May have posted this before. 🪠, suction this to the side of the tub and go deep 😵 was my first toy.

I spend this week at my boyfriend’s place with him. We have a lot of sex. Of course we fucked both only together and with a third one. On Wednesday we visited one of his friends and everyone fucked everyone and we fisted the host and he and my boyfriend fisted me. On Thursday another friend of my boyfriend visited us. Big hairy bear with a huge cock. I was at home alone when they arrived. My boyfriend picked him up and brought him. Therefore my love needed time for a douche. While he was in the bathroom, the bear quickly undressed and pulled down my boxer shorts too. I was already rock hard and deep in his mouth soon. After a while we changed because I needed to taste his massive cock. Later he started to play with my ass, he was visibly amazed by my big butt and still puffy hole. I warned him about my needs for cleaning. This moment my boyfriend showed up, so I let them play and left for the bathroom. When I returned, my boyfriend was on his back, his legs were spread and bent towards his shoulders. The bear was fucking him intensely. When I stepped there he started to play with my nipples, especially that one with the piercing. I grabbed his neck and started to kiss him. His hand slipped down to my cock and he started to wank it slowly. After a while he pulled his cock out and stepped back offering my love’s hole. I was immediately deep in him. The bear armed me from behind and I could feel his cock at my ass. I pushed it back to make it obvious what I wanted. His cock was soon inside. After fucking my boyfriend and being fucked by his friend the bear said he needed some ass check. While he was in the bathroom I gave a hard fuck to my baby. When the bear got back I offered my position and as he went in, I shoved my tongue and when it was already prepared and wet, my dick inside his hairy hole. I fucked him until he came into my baby’s hole. When he finished, I started to eat a part of it out and kissed to my live”s mouth. The I put my dick into his still cummy hole and fucked him until I could replace the stolen amount of jizz. After a short break, day asked me to go doggy and spitroasted me changing the positions. First the bear fucked me and my boyfriend made me him suck, then they changed. Finally the bear came into me. Not much later my boyfriend gave it to me. I needed some rest but as I watched them continue the fuck I became more horny. I wanked hard and felt that I had to come. I told it them and this time the bear offered his hole which was filled by me. This scene brought my boyfriend to the edge and he followed me. It’s needless to say I had to licked his hole also out. So this was a fair threesome where everyone bred everyone. 🤣😈😋 later we had another threesome with another common friend, wich was finished very wet, but this part of our night belongs to the backroom edition. 😈😜

It doesn't mean you can't try. Nobody likes a quitter!

Quinn It is amazing how one can hurt like fucking hell yet feel so good at the same time. I felt like someone had thrown me under a convoy of buses, yet at the same time I know that an amazing man I only met only three months before, would care for me and make everything all right. I, who had had no love in my life, now had found family who were focused on looking out for me. Just as Jason said would be the case, Laura and Tim were wonderful. I was fairly sure they knew everything that had been going on, and yet they treated me like a real person. And you know what? It was worth every ounce of pain that I had experienced. I just get my pants back up and adjusted when Laura let herself in the door and immediately was caught-up in Jason's arms as he picked her up and swung her around and around. She squealed with laughter, as my Jason joined in laughing with her. I hadn't really noticed at the hospital, but upon closer examination, it occurred to me that Laura was an absolutely stunning woman. She looked like one of the actresses from the old movies my mom watched. Actually, I remember a couple of actresses of whom Laura reminded me: sort of like a cross between Grace Kelly and Audrey Hepburn. Very classy with stunning blonde hair that virtually glowed with a natural light. Also, Laura had slender hips, which was a big improvement on my mother, who I had always looked odd about the hips, but I suppose the men who visited her liked her body well enough. After a few seconds, Jason lowered Laura to her feet, and her long hair settled on both of his shoulders and across his back. A smile on his face, Jason placed her tresses on his own head so they framed his face, asking "So, how do I look as a blonde?" "Fabulous Daaaaling," Laura responded and the laughter resumed. I was seated on the couch enjoying their antics, thinking it was so nice to see Jason so relaxed. I was learning more about my lover and his, no, our family. "Okay, Laura, so dare I ask what you said to Tim to change his mind?" "Let's just say he decided that he preferred his life as it is, rather the prospects of living on the street." I chuckled thinking Laura was joking, but the mood in the room suddenly darkened, and in looking at Jason and Laura, I knew she had been completely serious, and moreover I could tell the Jason believed her. "Laura, really? He is your husband and is at least a bit more important then am I, and ....." Laura stopped him by placing her hand squarely over Jason mouth and quietly saying "Every singe person that I have in my life is important to me. I don't deal with unimportant people, which is why I let Tim run the business. Dealing with all the idiots, well the mortician would be kept busy if I had to deal with them. You are very important to me. For God's sake Jason, you're Stacy's and Isabelle's godfather. Do you think I'd just pick anyone for that?" "No, and you know how much that means to me." "I do, and you know how important you are to the girls. I wasn't interested in explaining to them that Tim had become an idiot, and that he told you not to see them any more, so I explained to him he needed to fix this as I would not lose you like that. And to be honest Jason, it really didn't take that much convincing. He still love you - in his own way. You know that." Suddenly I was very confused, wondering what Laura meant when she said Tim still loved Jason, but in his own way? But before I could dwell on her remarks, the two of them turned to me and Laura said with genuine happiness, "And now I have one more member to add to my family." Her smile was so honest and sincere that I was amazed to consider it was directed at me, but when she walked over and gave me a hug, my confusion passed. She was not one to practice deceit, a point she emphasized when she quietly, but firmly said "Quinn, I want you to know if you ever need anything, and Jason isn't around, you can call on me. Anytime. I'll make sure Jason gives you my contact information." "Ahhh, thank you very much." "My pleasure. Now, there's something about which I want to tell you boys, real quick." "Laura, what did you do?" Jason asked. "I just took care of a few matters. That's all." Jason's face went a bit pale, and he took a my hand as he sat on the couch next to me. "No, Jason, it's nothing that big, but I will say it came relatively close." "Okay, just what things did you take care of?" "I'm getting to that, but first I need to explain a few things to Quinn." "You're sure you want to? You hardly know him." "Do you love him, Jas? Is he going to be around for a while?" "Yes but...." "BUT HEY! I'm right here guys! Will you please stop talking over my head and tell me what's going on?" I exclaimed. Laura took the floor, explaining "Quinn, my father was a special business man. When I say special I mean he was part of a family of businessman that felt business should be done in a certain manner." "You mean he was a member of the Mob?" I asked. Laura smiled reply, "My Jas, he's a quick one. How ever will you keep up with him?" "I'll so my best I promise" he answered. "So as I was saying, my father instilled certain values in me, values I hold dear, the most important of which being family is always first. Jason, as you've heard Quinn, is part of that family, as are you now that your in his life. So I look out for both of you." "Excuse me, Laura, did you errand have to do with my mother Dina?" Laura lifted an eyebrow at me, "Very quick, Quinn, and yes, I met with Miss Redmen this afternoon while you were in the hospital. I offered her a chance to start some where else and she accepted my invitation. I sincerely doubt she will never bother you again. Are you okay with that?" "Well it's kind of a bit late to ask me but actually I'm very ok with that as long as she isn't 6ft under somewhere. As that could prove a problem for Jason if she were to be found." "Jason this young man is extremely perspective, and to answer your unspoken question no she isn't 6ft under, well let me rephrase that. When I last saw her she was alive but I have two of my boys escorting her to her new home and as long as she doesn't cause any problems she'll be fine." "Fair enough." "Jason you made a better choice then I expected of you" and she winks at me. "Hey now!" which causes me to grin which hurts but its so worth is. "Ok" I say "so why does all this have to be kept secret from Tim?" Laura stares at Jason for a sec and then looks at me. "You Mr. Redmen are very perceptive." My husband knows about the business and I, that's not the secret she just would be a bit perturbed to find out that I had enlisted other help to take care of matters." "HA" Jason says "he'd be upset that you stomped all over his hairline by going over it and not letting him deal with it." "Yes well that may be but due to all the strings involved in this matter I felt I could more objectively deal with Quinn's mother then Tim would be able to." The startled look on Jason's face makes me think she's caught him off guard. His next statement confirms my suspicions. "How did you know about that? Wait maybe we should talk about this later." "AHEM! OBVIOUSLY this concerns me and I have a right to know. I turn to look at Jason and if I find out you keeping things from me about me we're going to have a problem." This time is Laura that is caught off guard. "Ooppss, I missed that curve ball, I should have that of that. Ok hon please don't be mad at Jas. He was sworn not to say anything and at the time there was no involvement between you two.." I hold up my hand "hold on let me rephrase that statement then. If you hide any information about me from this point onward, about me, we will have a problem. Fair enough?" "Deal" Jason says and looks relieved. "Ok so is Tim my mom's brother or something?" "Ah no hon, he's your father." "WHAT? and your ok with me? He had me with my mother and you don't hate me or something?" Laura just grins "I don't even hate Tim over it, not even a little. I hate your mother but not for that reason. I just hate her cause she's stupid. I don't deal well with stupid people." "But you like Jason." and I try to wink at Laura and it just scrunches up my face and hurts but she gets it and just starts laughing as I groan in pain at moving my face like that. "Ha serves you right you evil child" Now Laura looks at me and says "Now Quinn are you ok with all this? Its kind of a lot to take in and the last two days have been very hard on you." "Compared to what has happened the last two days this doesn't bother me at all. It actually doesn't matter other then I don't have to deal with Dina any more. I have Jason and that is what is important to me." Jason walks around the couch to sit on the back and look down at me. "Its important to me too love." "Ok one more thing" Laura says. "Jas, Tim and I will be spending the night here tonight just to give you a heads up." "OH why's that?" "So we all have an alibi." and by the look on Laura's face she's not joking. "Why do we need an alibi?" I ask "Because like I said earlier no one messes with my family and your family." "Alrighty then I think that's all I need to know." "Good man" and she winks at me. Jason leans down and gives me a kiss, "well lets get a movie ready and I have a great idea for one." The grin on his face makes Laura laugh "Ok so whose going to hate the movie me or Tim?" "Both lol" "Oh what is it" "Its a Zombie movie." "Ewwee" Laura says "but Tim will love that." "Its a Zombie love story." Laura just starts busting up. "Only you could find a movie like that" About this time Tim comes though the door laden with Chinese.

Quinn When I get to the school football field i suddenly realize I forgot to get the emergency contact information from Jason. Oh well I'll get it when he picks me up I think to myself. I hear the school bell ring and sprint for class so that I'm not late. I get to homeroom just as the tardy bell rings. I few of the kids notice my face and there are a couple of snickers and few others point and whisper. I just tune them out like I usually do. Then Mike on of the class clowns <or so he thinks> says. "So someone gave you another pounding huh" and motions with his hands and hip like he's fucking someone from behind. "Shh Mikey we agreed not to talk about it at school remember? I so enjoyed your visit last night but you have to let me go like I told you." Mike's face is almost purple and he starts to get up from his seat. "Do we have a problem gentlemen" "No Mr. Stewart" we both say "Are we going to have a problem" and Mr. Stewart is looking right at Mike. "No Mr. Stewart" "That's to bad since I need someone for detention to help me clean the athletic equipment and you did really well last time Mike. Ok folks have a seat so I can take roll and does anyone have any notes or permission slips that need to be turned into the office?" Everyone starts to settle into seats and the usual homeroom chatters starts. I walk over to Mr. Stewart's desk. "Mr. Stewart?" "Yes Quinn." "I need a couple of things. I need to see about getting the form to change my emergency contact information and I need to leave early today so I need to get my English and Social Studies assignments." "Why you leaving early? Does it have to do with that?" and he points at my face. "Yes, my..boy..I mean my new guardian wants to have the Dr. look at it." Mr Stewart raises an eyebrow as he looks at me. "Finally getting away from your mother huh?" "Yes." "Good for you, I'm very happy to hear that." Mr. Stewart has always been good to me. During P.E. he could tell that the other kids didn't want to be around me so he encouraged me to use the exercise equipment. That way I wouldn't be bullied and had the effect of toning me up. A few times last year he tried to get me into wrestling but I think he realized that couldn't happen while I was living with Dina, now I'm to old. He's always been nice to me though and he's one of my favorite teachers. "You'll actually have to have your new guardian pick up the form and fill it out at the office, but your homework assignments I can leave notes in your teachers boxes and you can pick them up on your way out." "Thank you Mr. Stewart." "Your welcome Quinn. Quinn?" "Yes Mr. Stewart?" "Its not my place to ask but your new guardian, ah well, he's not like your mother is he?" I smile. "He's nothing like Dina." "Dina huh." and he smiles at me "Well good for you Quinn." The rest of the morning is pretty calm but it seems my face just keeps hurting more and more. I swear I can feel it pulsing and I'm starting to get a headache from the pain. About 1/2 way through math one of the ladies from the office comes in and speaks quietly with Ms. Berts and then leaves. "Quinn" Ms. Berts calls out. "Yes mam" "They need you in the office." I gather up my books and quickly shove them into my pack and head out the door. I'm quickly walking down the corridor thankful that Jason here to pick me up as my head is really starting to kill me and maybe seeing the Dr. isn't such a bad idea. I turn the corner to head for the main office and never saw what hit me. In fact I didn't see anything for a long time after that. Tim I can't believe that my best friend has gone and seduced my son. I thought I knew him better then that. I thought he was going to help Quinn where I couldn't. I thought I could trust him. I never thought he would take advantage of Quinn. I assumed he was over me but I guess he just felt if he couldn't have me he could have my son. I cant help it but I feel like an animal trapped in a cage and I'm pacing all through my office. There's a knock at my door and John steps in. I round on him like a lightening stike "And just what the fuck do you want? Come to gloat or what?" "Hey you know what they say don't shoot the messenger." "You only don't shoot the messenger if they are innocent of the message but you did this out of spite so I would suggest you lay low for a while and worry about your marriage and keep your nose out of everyone else's business." "Do you think someone will say something?" "You idiot did you not hear Nancy say she had your wife and speed dial? I'd bet you wife knew about it a split second after you said it. So Yeah I think someone told her, and if it wasn't Nancy I'm sure there are a few others that called her if they all haven't. Now I suggest you go get some work done and get out of my face for the rest of the day." "Yes sir." What an idiot I think. How could he be that stupid. Not only does he cheat on his wife, but he does it with a high school teenager and then blurts it out at work where they both are employed. All of this after telling his boss that his best friend has HIV and is also sleeping with the kid. And just how the hell did he get this information keeps running through my mind. I'm gazing out the window when my office door opens and slams shut. I quickly turn around ready to let John have it when Laura unloads on me with both barrels. "Just what the hell do you think your doing?" "What did Jason tell you?" "Jason wont answer his phone and your avoiding my question what have you done, or should I say what have you done that you think I don't know" "What's that supposed to mean" "Who started this company?" "Your father" "Who worked here in high school and all through collage?" "You did." "So do you think for one split second I don't know ever single thing that goes on in here?" I may have turned running this over to you but I do keep tabs on everything and I do mean everything. There have been many decisions you've made while running this company that I may not have agreed with some of them turned out fine others didn't but I never got involved. But when you fire our best employee not to mention your absolute best friend, the god father to our daughters and not to mention I love him like a brother. Then I step in!" "You have no idea what he's done" "What, fallen in love with your son? Taken him under his wing and cared for him while you let him rot with that bitch of a mother? Yes I know all about that. I came over the morning after your party and found you two in bed. But I'm not stupid I expected it after all it WAS a bachelor party I just decided that I should keep tabs on her in case problems came up later. It was a good thing I did. But I trusted you and believed in you enough to assume that it was a one shoot deal and was I wrong?" "No I never cheated on you while we were married." "I know that and I was never concerned over that whore, I was more worried that Jason would win you back." "What? How did you know about us." "I saw the two of you kiss the day after you proposed to me. I went to come see you and Jason was leaving your apartment. You two hugged and then you kissed him. I was so angry I followed Jason to tell him to keep his hands off of you. I almost caught up to him when I could hear him sobbing. You broke his heart that day you know that? I felt horrible for taking you away from him but I also knew I'd never give you back. He had one boyfriend after that and that asshole took off after he infected Jason. So I made a promise to myself to keep Jason in our lives and to help him if I could." "How did you know about that." "Jason called the house, he was sick as hell and wasn't making much sense so I ran over to see what was wrong. I found the note his fucking boyfriend left saying he was sorry and that Jason should go get tested. Bastard is lucky I couldn't find him." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Cause it wasn't my place to say anything and I never knew what the results of the test where. I suspected since he completely stopped dating and became a hermit for the most part. Until Quinn came long that is. I know Jason enough to say that if he's dating Quinn then he is seriously in love with him. I've tried to push Jason out to see others but he has always deflected my attempts. So if he's found someone and I don't care who it is you need to be happy for him. You know, his only friends are us and the people that work here and that brings us to the current situation. I have stood by you all these years and I love you very much but you'd better fix this. I will NOT lose Jason from my life. He means to much to me and the girls. He is their godfather and he's one of my best friends, and I swear I will divorce your ass and leave you penniless and without a job if you do not apologize and get him back in our lives. I will NOT stand for this!" "Do I have any say in this" "Sure you do, you can say yes dear I'll take care of it or we can contact our lawyer. So what do you say?" This is exactly why I married this woman if someone can screw my head back on right its her. "Yes dear I will take care of this." and I can't help but smile at her. "You know your a pretty awesome woman right?" "Yes I do. I have a great husband, well at least most the time he's great, the tells me that often." and with that she closes the distance between us and give me a quick peck. "Oh one more thing, fire John and that's non negotiable I don't want him bothering Jason and I don't want him around our daughters when they start to work her in the next couple of years." "That I can honestly say I look forward to." Jason I load all my stuff into the car and head for home. It will be a few hours before I need to pick Quinn up so I might as well go home and pack up all the stuff Tim's family as left at my place. On the drive home I wonder just how many ripples will be caused by my helping a high schooler with his math. Well whats done is done and I wouldn't change it. I'm not hurting for money and I'm sure I can get a job quickly enough. I figure I'll spend some time working around the house and Quinn and I can spend more time together getting to know one another. That's when it dawns on me I don't even know his last name. Wow seems like so much has happened and yet I still really don't know all the much about my lover. I make a mental note to rectify that situation over the next few days. I finally pull into my drive way and head into the house. My phone rings and its Laura. I turn my phone off as I really don't need to deal with her at the moment. I spend that next couple hours going through every room in the house collecting stuff that belongs to Laura and the girls. It's breaking my heart but Tim made it pretty clear how he felt. I look up at the clock and realize I need to go pick up Quinn. As I'm getting into the car I realize I forgot to give Quinn my contact information, and that reminds me to turn my phone back on. As I look at my messages I have 11 from Laura and 2 from Tim. Well I'll listen to them after I get Quinn. I'm driving down the road and headed for the school. With lunch traffic I get there in about 15 min. I park in front of the school and head into the office noticing two police cars with lights on stationed in front as well. Once I get there it seems the whole office is in a flurry there's people rushing all over the place. I approach the front counter and try to get someone's attention. Just as one of the office staff approaches me I notice a familiar looking woman headed out the door. As the glass door is closing Quinn's mom smiles and waves at me and then hurries off. "Excuse me what was that woman doing here?" I ask the lady behind the counter. "OH the poor woman, someone tried to take her son from here and beat him up pretty good." "Quinn! Oh my god what's happened to Quinn! What did she do to him?" "Sir." I hear a man's voice say behind me. "Is there something I can help you with?" As I turn there is an officer giving me a suspicious look. "Yes please what happened to Quinn?" "Are you here for Quinn sir?" "Yes I was to pick him up and we were going to go run some errands." "What kind of errands sir?" "He needed some clothes. He left his mothers house and only has one set of clothing so I was taking him shopping for more. Now tell me what the fuck happened to Quinn?" "So your saying he no longer lives with his mother. Do you know where he lives now?" "Yes I do but I'm not answering another fucking question till you tell me where Quinn is and whats going on?" "Sir I need to ask you to come with me please." "You can ask all you want I know my rights and if your not arresting me then fuck no, not till someone tells me what's happened!" "Officer I think I got this" another man approaches from behind the counter followed by two more men. "Sure thing Jake" and the officer nods to the man and then leaves. Jake extends his hand and says "I'm Jake this is my partner Allen and this is Principal Lynn, if you'll follow us into Mr. Lynn's office I'll let you know whats going on." I shake hands with Jake, nod to the other two and then follow them to the glass enclosed office in the back. Jake motions me through the door and as the last one into the office he closes the door behind him. He then turns to me and says. "Before I can tell you anything I need to know who you are and what your relationship with Quinn is and why your here." "OK, well my name is Jason Quail, and I've been tutoring Quinn with his math homework for a couple of months now.." "Excuse me Jason" Says Principle Lynn "Jake I can verify that. As you know we have cameras all around campus. Mr Quail has for a very long time taken to eating his lunch at the park near campus. We've noticed Quinn sitting with him and his math has improved greatly since then. Sorry Mr. Quail but when someone is seen repeatedly hanging out near the campus we take notice but you were rarely there when students were around so we didn't feel that any action was required." "Thank you Principal Lynn" Jake responds. "Well we kind of have a unique situation here. Someone tried to abduct Quinn from campus grounds but another student saw the event and yelled for help. The man that tried to kidnap Quinn then ran for it but he hit Quinn pretty hard and he's unconscious so hes been taken to the hospital for treatment. Now the odd thing is Quinn would have been in class if his mother hadn't requested to pull him out early, so why was someone waiting for him or were they just waiting for any student and why try to kidnap one right in the school hallway. So this whole thing is very odd. Now you show up and say you're here to pick him up so you can see why we're a bit concerned?" "Yes I can see that and I'll gladly answer your questions if you make sure Quinn is safe at hospital and that his mother can't get to him." "Well I can assure you at the moment he's safe. We have an officer there to make sure someone doesn't try this again but I can't agree to the other without a good reason. But I have a feeling by the look on your face that your about to give me a good reason." "Yes I think I can do that. Ok so I've been helping Quinn with his math and I slowly became aware of what his mother was doing to him. "Can you be more specific please?" "Well one day while I was tutoring him he revealed to me that someone had beaten him and I saw the makes on his back. He also disclosed to me that his mother would allow other men to have sex with him in exchange drugs or money." "Why didn't he leave?" "He did. Quinn moved out yesterday and moved in with me. When we got there I waited in the car while Quinn went to get his things. After a while I saw his mother leave and figured Quinn would be out shortly as he assured me he didn't have much to get. When after about 15 min Quinn didn't come out I went to check on him. When I entered the mobile home where his mother lives I heard him cry out for someone to leave him alone. The man with him made the comment he liked it when boy's begged and that Quinn would be begging him for more soon enough." "And what did you do?" "I grabbed a butcher knife went to where I could heard them and grabbed the man off of Quinn." "Off of Quinn?" "Yes he was raping Quinn when I entered the room. "Then what did you do?" "I jerked the bastard off of Quinn and placed the knife directly under his balls, I then told him if I ever saw him again I'd kill him and if he came near Quinn I'd do it slowly." Jake is trying hard to hid his grin. "I know this isn't very professional of me but I do wish I had been there to see that." Alan seems to be losing his battle in trying not to outright laugh and Principal Lynn is just shaking his head. "Ok so can we say that there is a certain amount of emotional involvement between you and Quinn." "I care for Quinn a great deal. I've watched him strive to better himself where so many others have given in. Quinn is a very special person to me and he deserves so much more then what his mother did to him. So yes you can say there is a certain amount of emotional involvement is there anything wrong with that?" "Absolutely not Mr. Quail and Quinn is very lucky to have someone looking out for him like you do." "Call me Jason and no Jake I'm very lucky to be able to look out for Quinn he is a very special young man." "Well I think we got most of what we need to know. This may sounds like an obvious question but do you think you'd recognize the man that attempted to rape Quinn." "OH yeah no doubt in my mind" "Well as Principal Lynn stated they have cameras here could you look at the image we pulled and see if its the same man?" "Definitely" Alan pulls out an image from a folder he's been holding. "Is this the same guy?" I feel all the blood run from my face as the image shows the same man punching Quinn in the face as he comes around the school hallway. My hands start to shake and I can feel my anger burning. "OH yes that's the fucker!" "Easy Jason as much as I would have loved to seen what you did to him yesterday you can't do that to him now. Please please let us handle this. Quinn is going to really need you and if I have to arrest you your not going to be able to help him any okay? "Yeah, sure, ok" I say as I'm trying to keep my emotions in check. "Can I go see him now?" "Yes you may. I'll call ahead and let them know your coming and to keep Quinn's mother at a safe distance. Meanwhile I'm going to get this photo out and see if we can't find this asshole." "Thank you I'm going to go now I think Quinn needs me." The officers head out the door and just as I'm passing Principal Lynn he reaches out and gently touches my shoulder. "I think you need Quinn just as much. Take care of him he is a special young man. I've watched him over the years and he's tries so hard. I fought with the school board to let him finish out this year and I'm really glad I did." "Me too and thank you from both of us." "Your both welcome it was my pleasure."

Jason "Yes and that's just a start baby," I say in response to Quinn sudden realization that he has taken my second load of corrupted seed. I don't know whats come over me but I have this desire, no it's a need like air or water, to infect Quinn. Every sign of fear or reluctance from him excites me. Makes me hard and increases my determination to make him mine to spread my disease into his body. I don't want to hurt him but I can't stop myself its like this is how its supposed to be. I've become a puppet to my desire and my virus and Quinn is the target of both. Even as I think these thoughts, my still mostly hard cock is still lodged up deep inside his body. Even though I'm not actually pumping him full of my seed, I know I'm still dripping toxic DNA into his gut. "Quinn, hon you'll be ok. I promise I'll take care of you." "How can you say I'm going to be ok?" He suddenly rolls to the side, dislodging my cock from his ass. "I'm going to get sick and then mom will take me to the clinic like she does every time I get sick and she'll find out. She'll kick me out and I wont be able to finish school. I'll be infected so no one will want me. I'll starve and stay stupid!" Quinn is practically yelling as he's pacing in front of my bed. "I know I can go to the hospital now and tell them to give me something. I've heard about it. They can give you something to stop you from getting infected if you get to them soon enough." Then he walks towards my bathroom. I get out of bed and follow Quinn. When I get to the bathroom he's standing in front of the wall to wall counter staring at himself in the mirror. Tears are rolling down his gorgeous face and he's trembling, yet he has a determined look set on his face. I come up behind him and wrap my arms around him, he stiffens up but doesn't make any move to pull away. I pull his back tightly against my chest, my still hard cock is sandwiched between his cheeks, and I bring my lips to his ear. He starts to turn his head but I have his earlobe between my teeth. His head stops turning, I look up and he's into the mirror at me. He's staring me in the eye and I'm staring right back. I can see the panic, fear and determination in his eyes and the beast inside me rises up again. My hands on his chest start to rub his nipples, my tongue slides gently across his ear and I grind my hard cock between his cheeks. His stance softens slightly, a flash of desire crosses his face but then he tightens up again and he gets a determined look at his face again but still doesn't pull away. "Baby, has anyone ever treated you like I do?" I whisper in his ear, exhaling warm air across his ear. "No" and he trembles but I'm not sure if its fear or desire. "Has anyone ever cared how you feel?" A gently tweak to his nipples. "No" and he leans into my chest. "Has anyone, EVER, made love to you" and I bend my knee's slightly and bump my cock head gently against the opening to his soul. "NO" and gently slides his ass over the head of my cock. "Please Jason, make love to me again, just...please take care of me." The first part was said in passion the second in hope but no sweeter words where never uttered from his lips. The monster inside me roars and I slide my cock deeper into his ass. This is mine! He puts his arms around his head and grabs my hair as he turns is face and starts kissing me. Its full of passion and surrender. He is giving himself completely to me and this time he knows the stakes. He know's I'm going to fill him up with my cum, my seed, my virus and he know's he's going to be sick and he knows that he will forever be mine. I start to pull out ever so slowly, teasing him, reassuring him. I let me cock slide out and rest against his opening for a split second then push back in as far as my crown, and then out again. Giving him short slow jabs that I know will drive him crazy. This is his reward, this is what he deserves for surrendering to me. I'm making love to him and I'm going to claim him. I turn us sideways so he can see my cock going in and out of his ass. He gets to watch as I slide deeper into him, slowly so every inch is seen disappearing into him. I completely straighten my legs and he has to stand on him tiptoes as my cock is lifting him up and punching through his second ring. "OH MY GOD" Quinn gasps "No one's ever been that deep!" "No one ever will either" I whisper into his ear "you are mine now and I will take care of you." I bend my legs again as I start to slowly pull out and we both gasp as my cock exits his other opening. Quinn is starting to sweat and one of his hands has left my hair to slide over his monster cock. Precum and dribbled down the shaft and onto my counter. I look into the mirror and I see Quinn's eyes are close, his lips stretching for mine, one hand tangled in my hair and the other is wrapped around his cock. His back is arched as he's slamming his ass back into mine and there is a string of precum for his cock to my counter. In all my life I will never forget this image, when Quinn finally completely surrendered and was mine. My breath catches and I'm starting to pant the image is just to much even though I've already shot two loads. Quinn can feel my cock starting to expand and he know's whats coming. "NO!" and he jerks his ass off my cock and spins around to look at me. "Not like that." and he hoists himself up on my counter, hooks his heals into my ass and pulls me closer while his hand guides my cock back where it belongs. He reaches up and I know what he wants. I lean over and drive my cock in deep while wrapping my around under his back. Quinn has hooked his heals together behind my back and is pushing his ass onto my cock. Then his wrists entwine behind my neck and he looks me in the eyes, commanding "Jason, breed me. Make me yours forever." The roar starts in my head. Its like waves crashing against my skull. My hands move up his back and curl across his shoulders and I pull him as tight as I can onto my cock. My hips are pounding him, driving myself deeper and deeper into his ass. I can't feel the second sphincter snapping across my head making us both groan. "Fuck yes, Jason harder" Quinn is chanting and his hand is a blur as he is stroking his cock. I'm long dicking him hard and fast and deep, pounding myself into his very soul. The roaring in my head is not escaping my lips as I'm becoming caught up in my orgasm. I punch through his second opening one last time and my cock spits its venom as deep as it can. I put my full weight into it and pump every drop of seed into his beautiful ass. Changing him, making him mine. "Yes Jason poz me up, I need this, I need you!" as he shouts this is ass squeezes my cock like a vice and I can feel his cum hitting my chest. Spurt after spurt of pure clean seed is shooting across my chest and stomach dripping back down onto Quinn. Beautiful! I slide my hands back down across his back and lean forward and kiss my Quinn deeply, passionately, possessively, and I receive the same from him. No sudden remorse, no panic, no change of heart just full on devotion and love. He IS mine!