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Hooked up with a traveling thru visitor off sniffles app. Agreed to meet at a parking lot at a nearby shopping center. I parked my truck in a spot that mostly blocked any view. His profile was tall, skinny, hung 8” and big balls. He arrived. Hopped in back seat. We stripped down and I sucked him hard. His balls were huge and he definitely had 8” and probably a bit more. He was sitting back and I got in front and slid down his cock facing away from him. I had prelubed my hole with silicone oil so it slid in with ease and no pain. I rode his dick and we went at it for a long time. I finally laid back on the seat and he entered missionary and bred his load deep. He pulled out and I cleaned his cock off. I kept his cum buried inside me all night. A great fuck, easy to arrange, and I’ll probably see him again next time he drives through the area.

Can we stop with this whole "[banned word] question" crap? Man as a society we've become just too sensitive. Ask the question. If me or whomever else you're asking gets upset that is their problem. Do understand though, if we don't like it we can just walk away.

“Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy.” Matt shuddered hearing the words whispered into his ear, knowing it was too late to go back now. His heart raced, and in his brain, he knew he was in trouble. He pulled at the leather restraints that were tightly fastened around his wrists and ankles, but it was all in vain. Daddy just chuckled, telling him to stop fighting it - he was going to be a good whore now whether he liked it or not. He was powerless, just a fly in the spiderweb that Daddy had carefully constructed over months. He was going to be Daddy’s next victim. Matt thought about what had led him to this place where he was about to be sacrificed to a twisted man’s carnal desires, terrified at what might happen and unsure if he’d get out of this alive. Maybe he could get away if he cooperated and gave this domineering daddy a blowjob. Once he started to feel Daddy’s finger slowly dig and scratch into his tight ass, he thrashed around, trying to scream out for help. But no one was there to save him from this twisted situation. It had all started innocently enough. He was new in town, a small-town 35-year-old who was suddenly in a thriving gay community with thousands of men all around him. He was eager to explore the leather scene he had long fantasized about, so Matt spent his nights and weekends socializing and introducing himself to the locals. He started to make friends in a cigar group, and a buddy who worked at the local leather shop took him under his wing to help him choose his first leathers. He bought a harness - all gay men need a simple harness - and loved how the leather and metal felt against his chest and back. A pair of boots made him feel more masculine than ever before. Armbands and a leather jockstrap completed his outfit, making him feel sexy and butch. The local daddies started to notice the boy’s newfound confidence when out at the leather bars. Over time, he had a group of friends he could smoke cigars with and learn more about the old guard days of leather that were happening before he was even born. Matt loved being a part of this community, but he hesitated about one thing: Sex. Everyone in his new city seemed obsessed with breeding, and they were all so open and eager about taking raw cock or shooting their cum into whatever ass they could get. Some guys even proudly boasted about fucking unwilling bottoms who were too messed up to stop what was happening. It scared Michael, and he knew he’d have to be careful if he wanted to stay safe. He had tried dating a couple of guys, but he felt like they only wanted his ass, not his brain or heart. He even went home with a man one night who seemed so nice and friendly, thinking they’d just have a drink and maybe kiss some. Instead, the man immediately went into the bathroom and emerged moments later naked, hard, and talking about getting him high on meth. He laughed as he said he was going to give the boy his nasty cum, a sinister look in his eyes. Matt bolted out the door and avoided that man, feeling like he would never meet someone who would respect his wishes. He decided to focus his time and energy on friends, thinking it was just too risky to get himself into another dangerous situation like that. He had fun, but would go home to jerk off alone. He started to worry he’d never fall in love or have the kind of sex he wanted. If only a kind, safe-sex guy like himself would come along, he’d think. And then, on a seemingly normal Friday night out at the bar with his cigar friends, he saw a new face in the crowd. This man was obviously unwell, ragged from what seemed to be a hard life and some kind of illness. His leathers looked old and worn, no doubt from decades of use. The vest he was wearing made it easy to see just how thin he really was - just a bunch of bones and skin, though for some reason he had a big round gut. His jeans were obscenely tight, and Matt couldn’t help but notice what looked like the outline of a massive cock sticking out. And was that a big wet spot from a leaking cock? Matt’s stomach churned as he saw this mystery man start to walk over to the group. “Hi,” he said, holding out a big hand to shake the regulars’ hands. “I’m Blake. Just moved to town.” The guys took turns welcoming Blake to the city, introducing themselves, and giving him some insider advice on the best places to check out. Matt was polite, but something scared him about this skeletal man who seemed unwell, and he couldn’t quite figure out his fears. When it was turn to shake Blake’s hand, the new guy had a tight grip that seemed to linger longer than he had with the rest of the group, making intense eye contact with Matt the entire time. There was something sinister about that look, but Matt figured he must just be imagining it. The guys enjoyed a few hours of hanging out at the bar, smoking their cigars and putting back drinks like they always did. Blake was generous with the guys, buying several rounds for everyone and even getting a few shots of whiskey for Matt after a friend had mentioned that he’s the whiskey drinker of the group. Matt thought it was odd that Blake wasn’t drinking at all, but didn’t ponder it much. Blake was flirting with him, even mentioning at one point that he loves using pretty little bottom boys like him. Matt tried to laugh it off and politely declined, saying he wasn’t interested. As the night went on, the guys eventually left one by one. Soon, it was just Matt and Blake at the table. Matt was drunk enough at that point to not be as scared by this new guy, but still felt like something was off. He found out Blake was 65 years old, recently widowed, and a longtime part of the leather scene. He moved to town for a fresh start and a chance to find some “young new victims,” he said with a devilish grin. Matt shrugged it off as a bad joke and explained he wasn’t really looking to date right now. Blake left for a minute and came back to the table, three shots of whiskey in his hand, and told Matt to drink up. Matt didn’t want to seem rude, so he accepted these gifts from Blake, downing all three in less than 10 minutes. He was having a hard time even just sitting down, and knew he needed to sleep this off. But Blake retuned with another round of shots, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually, Matt took out his phone to get an Uber, but his drunken clumsiness caused him to lose his grip and drop his phone - and the screen shattered the moment it hit that brick patio. He was miles from home and didn’t know what he was going to do. Blake leaned over, taking Matt’s drunk face in his hands to look him in the eyes and ask if he needed help. Matt tried to decline, but Blake insisted. He wasn’t drunk, and his car was right outside. He’d be happy to drive Matt home. Matt was struggling to stay awake at this point. With no better options, he accepted this offer, telling Blake that he was so generous all night. Blake helped the boy into the passenger seat, asked for his address, and told him to relax and get comfortable for the ride ahead. Matt thought that was an odd way of saying it, but he was so drunk and tired, and he felt like he was melting into the seat. He closed his eyes, expecting to be back home in 15 minutes. When he finally woke back up, he didn’t know where he was, but it wasn’t home or in Blake’s car. He tried to say something but all that came out was a muffled sound. It felt like some kind of rubber ball was stuck in his mouth. When he tried to reach for his mouth, he realized his hands were somehow restrained. So were his ankles. He couldn’t see anything because some kind of heavy leather hood was over his head. He could sense that he wasn’t alone, but all he could hear was his own pounding heart and panicked breath. Then, footsteps slowly got closer and closer, seemingly caused by heavy boots. Matt struggled but couldn’t get out of his predicament. He started to cry, wondering what was happening to him. He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy,” Blake said, letting out an evil laugh as Matt cried out in terror. “You’re my whore now.”

What I night this was thinking back on this and typing this from last night. Damn. Well I had some tentative plans tonight to see a certain familiar guy. I ended up seeing one though. I reached out to him letting him know I was free and he mentioned he has dinner with friends in the evening and might be available after. A certain top who I've gotten together with few times was online as well. I messaged him and he was looking but he said he was kinda horny but wasn't entirely sure anymore. We talked a little back and forth and I ended up getting him horny. Around the same time someone messaged me asking if I wanted to play with him and his friend. He said I can fuck his friend and then he'll fuck me. Profile was showing daddy type and top. An interesting offer and it made my dick hard. I said sure and I was heading out anyways. While I was out he sent me the details of the hotel. I was a little nervous doing this especially since he didn't have a face picture which generally i don't do. But I figured at least at a hotel if the vibe isn't right I can just walk away. Of course when I parked the top who was talking back and forth with me asked if I wanted a load and wanted to be bred. Of course I did but he also asked if I need some time. So I told him I need some time and headed into the hotel to meet two complete strangers. The door was cracked open like they said it would be which was also kinda exciting. The Hotel Scene I walked into the door and to my surprise did not see anyone. I saw what looked like a reflecting of two guys together in a mirror. But it wasn't a mirror it was the other part of the room. The daddy top who messaged me called me over into the other room. I saw him sitting down with another guy bent over sucking his dick. He looked pretty hot a taller man with a hot beard that was trimmed and also looked like a shaved head. He spoke to me in a very deep southern sexy voice. It was also more like a command. He said "Get undressed and make yourself comfortable". I don't know why if it was his tone or his accent or voice or just looking at him. But I stripped my clothes and was rock hard. I looked at him getting sucked off by his friend and his friend's ass in the air. I didn't even know what his friend looked like but I saw a hot ass in front of me that this daddy top asked me to fuck in his prior messages. I spit on my cock but he also told me there was some lube. His hole felt a little a tight but I spit on my cock and put some lube in this bottom's ass. I gently pushed my dick in and was surprised his hole was a lot more open on the inside. I'm not sure if loose is the correct term but it might be. I don't fuck a lot of loose or open bottoms. But my dick felt great being able to go all the way in and out. I started fucking him with harder thrusts since I knew he could take it. The bottom kept saying how big and great my dick felt. The top said that I have a big dick too and complimented me and said that I know how to fuck. All of this was making my dick harder. I started pulling my dick out more and teasing the bottoms hole. This was making my dick harder too. It felt hot being able to really fuck this bottom the way I wanted to fuck and he was loving every minute of it and not pulling away. I was having fun fucking and being watched and admired by the hot daddy top. But I knew I needed to cum soon and the bottom also wanted my load. I fucked the bottom faster and harder with deeper thrusts and shouted out as I shot my load in his open hole. Fuck it was hot. I stayed in him for a few moments and then pulled out. The bottom got up and then got on one of the beds. He said that was a big dick and he loved getting fucked by me. He was doing something else and the top spoke to me. He said that was fucking watching me fuck his friend. He asked if I wanted to get fucked next. I got a look at his body he had a nice sexy furry chest. His cock was pretty big and fat too. He told me to get on the bed and I got on the bed. I got on all fours and presented my ass to this hot top man. I felt him put some lube on my hole and then felt his dick press in. I made sure to prep in advance of course but FUCK his dick was really big and stretching me. I still don't fully know how he was able to do this but from playing with him later I have a slight idea. His dick felt hot fucking me and he started fucking me slowly. But he was fucking me deep. I was pulling back and giving a little resistance. I learned later that he actually really liked this even though it wasn't intentional. He said I have a hot ass and he was enjoying fucking me. He pulled out of me and went back to fucking his friend on the other bed. It was hot watching them fuck I was kind in awe. Maybe I looked a little awkward watching them. The top called me over and I kissed him a little bit and played with his nipples. He was really enjoying this and he said to get beside the bottom he was fucking. He said it's always been a fantasy of his to fuck two bottoms at the same time. Well I love to serve so I was going to make this man's fantasy a reality. I got on all fours next to the bottom and it was hot hearing the bottom get fucked. After a little bit I felt his cock at my hole again and he started fucking me. Fuck this man was so big and thick I kept trying to do everything I could to relax and take him but it was more difficult for me. He said I'm pretty tight and I told him I don't get fucked a lot. That's very truthful I do more fucking then I get fucked. He pulled out of me for a while after fucking me. I told him I had to pee for a moment. I left them alone to play and have fun and sat on the toilet and peed. To my surprise the top came in and turned on the shower and took a shower. We talked a little bit he asked if I was local and nearby and told him I was. He said he is also heading out of here in a few moments and will walk me out. Him saying this made me realize the bottom got the room and the top visited. I just kinda washed my ass a bit with a washcloth I was definitely clean but I kinda wanted to get any lube or precum out. I checked my phone for a moment and the top who wanted to see me again I was talking to online asked if I would be ready soon. I sent him a message telling him that I am on my way. I finished getting dressed and put my phone up and the daddy top who fucked me in the hotel room walked with me to the parking lot. he was basically inviting me over to his place. Damn I had a little bit of a dilemma. Do I abandon the top who was chatting back and forth with me and being indecisive about getting together and then deciding he wanted to fuck and breed for this daddy top I just met. I was being a little coy with the daddy top from the hotel. He said that if I can't host I'm more then welcome to come over. He said I had a hot ass and he wants to play with me more. He said if I don't want to that's fine as well but he told me he'll give me my number and I can think about it and that the offer is open. Ah I liked how he phrased that. I said goodbye to him and got in my car. When I got the familiar top's place that I've seen multiple times I parked my car. I messaged the hotel top daddy I just met and told him I'm the boy that he just met. He asked if I decided I want to come over. I did so I just told him that I can in a little bit. I decided to leave it at that. I know this familiar daddy top I play with fucks me for a bit, breeds me, and sends me on my way. So I figured that will be fine. Getting Together With the Regular Traveller Daddy Top Again I went to the door and saw the familiar daddy top in the door way. He had the tv on playing porn like he normally does. We kissed a little bit and he stripped his clothes and I stripped mine. I took a good look at him it's been close to a week since i've seen him. Such a sexy daddy with the white trimmed beard and furry chest and belly. His cock was sticking out rock hard and bobbing up and down a little bit. I got on my knees and starting slowly sucking his cock. When we were chatting online earlier he said how I'm a very good boy with taking direction. He said that he likes that I am good at following orders and I told him I love being subservient and improving. I was thinking of this partially when I was sucking him. He made his way to the bed and layed on the bed. I crawled on him and kissed him for a few moments. I sucked his nipples and and went down to his cock. I sucked and licked his balls and then took his cock all the way down my throat again. Man I love sucking this man's cock. He has a great nice fat cock and fits down my throat and in my mouth perfectly. I could probably suck him for a long time. He pulled me off and I knew he wanted to fuck. I got on all fours and he tossed me the familiar bottle of poppers. I took a hit and felt the lube on my ass and his cock push in me. I was hoping the hotel daddy top who fucked me earlier might have loosened me up a little. While he did I also came right before he fucked me which tightened up my hole. I've always known this that cumming makes my hole tight and I've been with tops/guys who love to fuck me after I cum. But he pushed in me all the way and I tried to open my hole. I know how he likes to fuck. He likes me to relax and open my hole and let him take control. It did not entirely go that way this time. He fucked me slowly at first but picked up speed. His style of fucking was also different then previously. I backed up on him several times and matched his stroke. I wasn't trying to but he also wasn't complaining. In the past if I tried this he would say to loosen or relax my ass and stay still. His dick felt so good fucking me and he started fucking me harder. I was not fully bottoming out I was trying to focus on relaxing and taking his cock and remembering his previous direction and applying it. Regardless of what I was doing this man was really enjoying fucking me. And he was not rushing like he normally does. He fucked me for a good while on all fours. He took a hit of poppers himself. He then pushed my legs so I was flat on my belly. He started fucking me on my belly which was really hot. I think my hole was relaxing more without me realizing it. But I was at this man's mercy as he kept fucking me hard and using my ass. While not bottoming out my ass was starting to tingle and feel a little numb. Maybe a mix of the poppers too. At one point I think I had my hands on the other end of the bed pushing for support. I felt at times my ass really start to relax and felt his cock in me deeper fucking and thrusting and taking control of my ass. I think I was giving up more control without me realizing it. Several times I could tell he was going to cum but whether he held back intentionally or not i'm not sure. He continued to fuck me for a long time until I could tell that my ass was more opened up and he was really taking control. I could really feel his cock hardened and forcefully fucking me and I heard his breathing get more intense. I didn't even ask for him to breed me because I knew he was going to. I felt his load shoot in me fuck his dick was hard and my hole was getting filled. I loved every feeling of this and he stayed on me for a few moments and then rolled off me. My ass felt kinda numb and my head was spinning a little maybe from poppers. I don't know how to describe the way my ass felt but it felt incredible both getting fucked near the end and after being bred and recovering. It felt used and fucked proper is probably the best way to explain it. To my surprise he layed on the bed and I layed next to him for a moment. He did not seem against this sometimes he rushes me off. I layed next to him and played with his sexy chest fur. We talked a little bit and he told me more about his travelling job and some other stuff he does. I liked hearing his accent it's very southern but he kinda has that stereotypical gay effeminate aspect too. He mentioned something about how he might be more of a pleasing top because he likes to make the guy he's with happy. I told him that's not a bad thing at all and that's better. It's true it's why I haven't really seeked out dominant tops that much and generally have played with more versatile laid back guys. But of course I never turn down a top if we have good chemistry. I liked hearing his stories and voice and said we'll both sleep good tonight. I knew this was the cue so I went to the bathroom for a moment. I pushed out a huge amount of cum. He told me previously that he hadn't fucked any guys since the previous week he fucked me. Something about this man the way he fucks and breeds it's just almost unique to the experience i've had lately and also somewhat familiar. But I got dressed and kissed him goodbye. We said our goodbyes and said that we'll get together again at some point which I know we will. He did tell me too that when I message him often and he says he's eating that he generally eats while his post is up so because guys don't always respond immediately. I initially thought that he maybe wanted another bottom or another guy since he had me a week ago which I would have been fine with. I didn't tell him that of course but just thought that internally. But like always I enjoyed seeing and servicing this man again and being his bottom for the session. The Hotel Top Daddy With that I left and the hotel top daddy messaged me. He sent me a picture of where he's at and the address. He said I might get confused with where it's at so to let him know if I have issues. He told me that he also just got out of the shower. I messaged him and let him know my ETA. It didn't take too long but fuck traffic lights especially that late at night. It wasn't too difficult to find his place but I managed and parked and walked up the stairs and he greeted me. He was happy to see me and he had a nice place. He got me a water and we made our way to the bedroom. He said he was really happy I decided to come over and he said he enjoyed fucking me and playing with me in the hotel. He asked if I went home afterwards. I told him I was just a little uncertain of my hole being so tight and felt bad and and wanted to make sure that my hole wasn't too tight and to make sure I can relax more. He told me loved how tight my ass is. He said that made him want to fuck me even more. He said he's not the biggest fan of loose sloopy holes. He said his friend had one. He said he fucks his friend often and his friend usually goes to hotels to get guys to fuck him. He said it slightly irritated him his friend was on the phone while he was there and they were fucking but he said he does that sometimes looking for other dick. He told me his friend liked me a lot though. We got into bed and we kissed for a little bit. He was a pretty good kisser. I loved his sexy voice too. I sucked his nipples a bit and also sucked and played with his cock. Once he was fully hard in no time he put me on the end of the bed. I got on all fours but to my surprise he did not want me fully doggy style. He had me pull my legs close together instead of wide apart. This was..new for me I have not really been fucked like this. But I felt his cock enter me and damn I thought that after being fucked and bred that my hole would have opened up and be more loose. Haha I was so very wrong. There is something about his dick whether it's the size, thickness, or maybe the way he fucks. But fuck he was fucking me deep and I could feel that my inner or second hole was not opened fully. He said how good my ass felt. But he made sure I was okay and said he didn't want to hurt me. I said I'm fine but he asked if I would tell him if It's uncomfortable. I said I would but he also said I might not be honest about that. He's not wrong. I'm using to tops using me how they want even if it hurts or there is pain or discomfort that I disregard it and kinda soldier on. But nice he was considerate. He fucked kinda frantic I wonder if he was trying to fuck longer. But damn he felt so good fucking me and how deep his cock was in me. And the position I was in I was loving it. He changed things a little bit and had me on my belly while he fucked me. Damn I don't know what it was about this man but I could not fully relax for him. But I was loving him fucking me he told me before we had to be a little quiet because of thin walls so I tried to muffle my moans and cries a little bit. But I still wanted to show expression and gratitude for this man fucking me. After he fucked me for a bit we both took a break and layed next to each other. We kinda cuddled a little or I cuddled him. He said that he noticed I like to cuddle. I said I do depending on who I'm with and that's true I don't cuddle with just anyone. I was also kinda kissing his chest and his cheeks a little bit. He said that I am a very good boy but he's only looking for play and sex and fun. I told him the same thing and we both shared a bit of our past relationships. I told him though that I am somewhat naturally submissive and he brings it out. I told him I don't know if it's his voice, his stature, his looks, or what it is about him but he's brought it out. So I told him that me cuddling with him a little and kissing his face and body is sort of submissive gratitude and subservience. He understood and recognized that and said it's very hot and the he liked it. He said he actually thought I was straight and he did ask me at the hotel if I was straight at first. He said my demeanor and how I talk and carry myself is very masculine. He said especially how I fuck. I never considered that. But damn what a compliment. He told me that he also showered before I came over and cleaned himself out. I asked if he's verse and said I thought he was a top. He said that he is top but he said watching me fuck his friend and the size of my dick. He said it was really hot. He said he hopes that doesn't change things he said some bottoms or guys don't want to fuck a guy they are with that is a top or that they want dynamics a certain way. I told him "Haha I don't give a fuck about labels or positions or roles. I said I enjoy playing and spending time with a guy that I like. I said if I guy is hot and wants to fuck me then I'll get fucked. And I said if he wants to get fucked then I'll fuck him. I told him I don't think any less of him as a top or just in general. I said I just love hot sex and love giving and receiving pleasure in different ways and just want us both to enjoy it.". He liked this answer. He said some guys don't have that mentality. All this talk of fucking was getting us both hard. I sucked his cock some more and was also licking his balls. He got hard again and he rolled me over. He put his dick on me while I was on my side and started fucking me again. Damn this was so fucking hot also not something that happens to me. It felt so hot being in his arms and getting fucked by him. He seemed to have a better angle for fucking me in this position. I was trying not to cry out so I was biting the pillow a little bit. He said how great my ass felt. Actually he referred to my ass as pussy. He asked earlier if I mind this and I told him I don't. He said he loved fucking my pussy. He was fucking me a bit more aggressive and rough I was loving it. He at one point put his hand over my mouth and I was muffling my moans into his hands. So fucking hot. I was also kissing his arm and hand while he was fucking me showing more of my submissive nature and gratitude for the hot daddy top deciding to fuck me. He seemed like he was getting close to cumming but he wanted to fuck me on my back. I turned over and raised my legs in the air. He said I looked sexy and hot with my legs in the air. He pushed his dick back in me and continued to fuck me more. I think my ass was opened up more then it was before but it still felt like my inner/second hole was not fully opened. But I loved feeling his cock go deeper in me and widen me. He was starting to sweat a little bit fucking me too. I also wondered if he was nervous about fucking because of his thin walls and neighbors. He tried to put me on my side to fuck me but then he pulled out. He said he needed a little bit of a break for a moment and I was fine for that. When I was sucking him earlier and his cock was fully hard. He has an interesting curve to his dick. It's definitely thick and long but I think there's something specific about his dick that allows him to enter and penetrate deeper then guys with just a normal non curved dicks can. I've been fucked by curved dicks before but his is even a little bit unique somehow. We both layed together and cuddled a little bit and talked. He asked me a little bit of myself and he told me a little bit about himself. He said he really liked my build too because I'm a smaller guy/smaller frame. He said it's easier to put me in different positions and fuck me and he loves it. I never thought about it that way but it was a nice compliment. My dick was really hard talking about all this. He mentioned at one point too that he wants to see me again and fuck me some more. He told me hates the apps and yeah I understand that completely to a large extent. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked. He kinda shy fully said yes maybe. He asked my status and I told him everything regarding that. He said he did get cleaned up he said just to go a little gentle at first. I told him I will make sure to ease into him. I rolled him on his side. I spit on my hard dick and spit on his hole. He was a little tight which was making me harder. I pushed my dick in him slowly and felt my cock ease into his hot hole. His ass was so hot with him on his side. He was moving his ass a little and curving it. I could tell that this man has been fucked before despite saying he's a top and it turned me on. He said I was really big and he did want to get fucked by me when he saw me fuck his friend. I eased in him more and said how good his ass felt. He was very masculine when I was fucking him. He moaned out a little but but they were more deep and low moans. Once I he was fully adjusted I started fucking him. God I loved fucking his ass. I'm not quite used to fucking loose/sloppy holes yet I think at the moment I do prefer a little tighter. I pulled out a bit and kept teasing the head of my dick in his hole like he did to me. I was loving this. He seemed me to want to fuck him deeper and harder so I did. I felt my cock go deeper into his hole. I was happy with my dick being buried deep in this hot daddy and started fucking and pumping him harder and faster deeper. He said the magic words I was looking for. "Oh fuck breed me man fill my hole with your DNA". The magic words I always love to hear. It was late for both of us I was also wanting to get off. I kept pumping him faster and harder until I shouted out louder then I intended. I felt my load flood into him and loved the feeling of my cock being drained by his hot daddy ass. I stayed on top of him for a moment and then rolled off. I could tell he was horny and wanting to get off. He started jacking off his dick. I played and licked with his nipples. I also smelled his pits and licked his pits he absolutely loved this. I loved his scent too he smelled great and he didn't wear any cologne or scents. He said he really wanted to fuck me again but he also wanted to cum. I said I wanted to see him jack off and cum. I know very well how it can be for me and other guys when you just want to cum and I knew he wanted to cum. I know we'll have other encounters where he can breed me but for now I wanted to make sure he got off so he can sleep peacefully and be satisfied and have a great night. I kept licking and playing with his nipples and his pits. He did something incredibly hot. He took one of his pillows and bit it and shouted into it. He shot his load and it was a nice load. He shook a little bit after cumming and said how great that felt. He kissed me and I handed him the towel. He said I'm more then welcome to a shower so I took him up on that offer. I had a really nice hot refreshing shower. When I was done he was dressed. I thanked him and when he was walking me out I realized how tall this man was. Damn. Not just his accent, voice, sexy masculine demeanor and looks but he was a tall fucker. No wonder he liked my smaller frame. He told me to have a good night and that he wants to get together with me again. I left and headed out. I got food on the way home because I was starving and hadn't eaten at all during the day really I try to restrict what I eat when I think I might be bottoming. It was an incredible night. I just thought that maybe I would get together with the familar travelling daddy top. I love how that man fucks me and breeds me and the dominance energy he has and making me feel like a bottom. I don't get to feel like a bottom that much anymore so being in that headspace is something I love and crave occasionally. And I love how he always shoots a huge load into me that I still feel the next day. He also fucked me different this time I think he didn't want it to be so much as a quickie like he normally does and I loved it. And the hotel scene was interesting. I've played in groups years years ago but a little unfamiliar with it now definitely out of my depth I'm glad they were both cool and relaxed. Breeding the bottom and fucking him was hot. Playing with the top was hot. But I am really glad the hotel daddy top invited me to his place and he fucked me several times and I fucked and bred him. I still see him more of a top despite what he says he definitely has Top/Dominant energy that I love and do crave to a certain extent and maybe suppress a little. It was a damn fun night I got into way more then I expected. I'm glad I didn't have to fuck around with the socials too much or have to rely on bookstores or baths even though those can be fun. Load Counts: 2 That I bred: Bred the hot bottom at the hotel. I wonder if he was a cumdump. And bred the hot daddy who fucked me multiple times nice hot tight ass. 1 That I Got Bred: The hot travelling Daddy who I get together with regular fucked and bred me deep and good. Love carrying that man with me the next day often. Until next time... 😉

The first time he did that, the load was massive, I was turned on!

The first cock in my mouth was my own. I was thin and long limbed as a teenager. I self-sucked for a number of years. Sometimes I went head over heels just for the cumshot in my mouth, so I had easier clean-up. I told my long-term partner about all this and he wanted to see me do it. I was now 21, but still flexible enough. I went head over heels--and he began eating my ass as I sucked myself. I shot really hard. We continued doing that for a few years...

Truth be told, It always turns me on, when I tell people that... Keep hoping that someone will respond positively to that! (pardon the pun), and tell me that they love fucking sluts like me!

Dan stood in the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, his reflection in the mirror showing a mix of determination and nervousness. He took a deep breath, the cool tiles beneath his feet grounding him as he began the meticulous task of scrubbing the lining of his ass, following Jason’s instructions to the letter. Each stroke of the toothbrush was deliberate, the bristles scraping against his insides, a ritualistic preparation for what was to come. The bathroom smelled of mint and disinfectant, a stark contrast to the heady scent of poppers that would soon cloud his senses. He finished scrubbing, and snapped a picture of the toothbrush with his phone, the bristles glistening pink under the harsh bathroom light. With a tap of his thumb, he sent the photo to Jason as he had been instructed, a silent confirmation of his readiness. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, a tangible weight pressing against his chest. “You sure about this right, Dan?” Jason’s text arrived, a mix of challenge and encouragement. “Yeah,” Dan typed, despite the flutter in his chest. “I’m sure.” In truth, he was sure. He appraised himself with a certain sense of detachment. Since the last encounter with Jimmy some switch had flipped in his brain. Whether he should or not, he was going to get pozzed. There was no longer any question about it. Once that happened, anticipation had overtaken fear or shame as his primary motivator. Six weeks had gone by and it was now unlikely he was protected by his own previous PrEP or by Jason and Jimmy's meds. He was going to go over and take their toxic cum. It was as if he no longer had any choice in the matter. A little while later, Dan arrived in the apartment, the key to the locked box clutched in his hand. Jason and Jimmy were lounging on the couch, their eyes immediately locking onto him, their expressions a mix of wonder and worry. The box sat on the kitchen counter, its contents—Dan's PrEP, their meds—a reminder of how they had gotten to this point. With a smirk, he unlocked the box, tossed his own PrEP in the garbage, slammed it shut and locked it again. “I’ll never need those again,” he declared, his voice firm. “You’ll only get your meds back when I test poz.” Jason raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Bold move, Dan. You sure you’re ready for what comes next?” “I’ve never been more sure,” Dan replied, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Jimmy leaned forward, his green eyes glinting with mischief. “Then let’s make it official. Get the camera ready, Jason. We’re gonna document this transformation.” Jason nodded, grabbing the camera and setting it up on a tripod, the red recording light blinking like a malevolent eye. Dan stood in the center of the room, his body tense but willing. "Take your clothes off for us Dan," Jason said. Dan did as he was instructed as Jason and Jimmy took off what little they had been wearing and started stroking their cocks. Dan was rock hard. "Sit back on the sofa, raise your legs and show us your hole," Jimmy instructed. Dan did as he was told. He spread his cheeks, exposing his hole to the camera, the act both humiliating and exhilarating. "Tell us what you want that hole to become," Jason said. “I want this to be a poz pussy,” Dan proclaimed, his voice loud and clear. "Tell us what you're going to turn into," Jimmy uttered. Dan smirked and said, “I’m gonna be a poz slut.” The words hung in the air, a declaration of his new identity. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a glance, their smirks widening as they moved closer, their presence enveloping him like a warm, suffocating blanket. “On your knees, Dan,” Jimmy commanded, his voice rough with intent. Dan obeyed without hesitation, changing his position on the couch his eyes fixed on Jimmy’s crotch. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he stroked Jimmy's shaft, revealing his thick, uncut cockhead. Dan’s mouth watered as he leaned in, his tongue flicking over Jimmy’s balls, savoring the salty taste of his skin. "Thank Jimmy for making toxic cum in those balls Dan," Jason muttered. “Thank you,” Dan whispered, his breath hot against Jimmy’s groin. “Thank you for going toxic. Thank you for making me toxic.” Jimmy’s hand tangled in Dan’s hair, guiding his mouth to his cock. Dan sucked eagerly, his lips wrapping tightly around the shaft, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Jason stood behind him, his presence a silent reminder of the role he would soon play. “Switch,” Jason ordered, his voice cutting through the haze of desire. Dan turned his attention to Jason, his mouth working just as fervently, his hands gripping Jason’s hips as he worshipped his balls and cock. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet sucking, the air thick with anticipation. Jimmy’s fingers traced down Dan’s back, lingering at his hole before pushing inside, his nails scratching the sensitive flesh raw. Dan gasped, the pain mingling with pleasure as Jason fed him poppers. As the poppers took effect, Dan's mind became a euphoric fog. Jason dropped the poppers next to Dan's hand. "You will probably need a lot of these," Jason said, "we're going to fuck you hard to make sure your ass lining is ready to accept our virus." Dan nodded. “Ready for us, Dan?” Jason asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Yes,” Dan moaned, his body aching with need. “Fuck me. Poz me. Make me toxic.” Jason and Jimmy didn’t hesitate. They took turns, their cocks thrusting into Dan’s hole with relentless force, their voices rough with intent. “We’re pozzing you, Dan,” Jimmy growled, his hips snapping forward. “You’re gonna be our poz slut.” “Yes,” Dan whimpered, his body trembling with each thrust. “More. Please, more.” At a certain point, Dan was riding Jimmy's cock cowboy style, Jimmy thrusting up as he pulled Dan's hips roughly down to meet his. As Jimmy pounded into him, Jason lined up behind, his cock pressing against Dan’s entrance. Dan’s eyes widened as he felt the stretch, his body welcoming the invasion. He had never been double penetrated before. He took a huge hit of poppers as he felt his ass stretching beyond what it had ever done. As the poppers washed over him, he found himself delighting in the pleasure of being fucked by two cocks at the same time despite the pain. It was fantastic. “Cum in me,” Dan whispered, his voice desperate. “Make me toxic. Fill me with your seed.” The camera captured every moment, the red light blinking like a heartbeat. Jimmy’s grip tightened on Dan’s hip, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Jason's eyes locked onto Jimmy’s, his own breath hitching as he anticipated the moment that would change everything. Jimmy’s face contorted, his body tensing as he teetered on the edge. Dan’s heart raced, his body aching with anticipation, the tension in the room palpable. "Take my toxic cum slut," Jimmy howled, thrusting deep inside. The throbbing of Jimmy's cock triggered Jason's orgasm as well. The two tops slowly caught their breath. Jason withdrew his cock from Dan's ass and went to find an ass plug. When he returned, he slowly guided Dan off Jimmy's dick, scooped up all the cum that had fallen out back into Dan's hole and used his fingernails to rough Dan's insides up a little more. Then he slid in the plug. Dan cleaned Jimmy's and Jason's cocks in turn, noticing the metallic tang mixed with cum and ass juice, assuming this was his blood. "Have you guys ever not succeeded in pozzing someone after this stage?" he asked. "No," Jason smiled, "we've been 100% successful. Sometimes it takes a month or two, but we'll get you there Dan, we'll get you there." The three of them made out for a while as Jason and Jimmy ran their hands over Dan's body. Dan felt strangely at peace with himself, waiting for what was to come.

For a long time, I simply denied my sexual urges toward other men. I married a beautiful woman named Beth and we had a decent sex life, though it rapidly reduced to occasional intercourse. As I realized the biological male role didn’t arouse me, I began to imagine during sex that I was the woman sucking cock or being penetrated. This was much more of a turn on. Of course, I never told my wife. From there it was just a short step into fantasizing about other men and jerking off to gay porn. I always pretended I was the bottom – I just had no interest in topping another guy. I might have continued to limit my gay urges to fevered masturbation episodes if it hadn’t been for our new neighbor, Kyle. He moved into the house next door a few months ago. Kyle was gay and made no secret about it, wearing a rainbow pride necklace. On weekends, he would sometimes host fairly raucous parties with as many as a dozen male guests. It didn’t take much to guess what was going on. My fantasies expanded to participating in gay orgies at Kyle’s house. I also found Kyle himself to be incredibly attractive. He was a few years older than me (I just turned 30). He was tall and handsome, his body sculpted by long hours in the gym, with close-cropped beard and hair and clear blue eyes. I’m 5’8” and 150 pounds, so he was physically much bigger and more muscular – exactly the kind of male I fantasized about. When he was outside, working shirtless in his garden, sweat glistening on his torso, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He made me nervous in the same way I had been around pretty girls in high school and college, including Beth at first. If he was in his garden, I would find excuses to do my own yard work. I imagined what it would be like to lick his skin with his salty perspiration and then proceed to run my tongue along his cock, before he fucked my virgin ass. Although he was very friendly, I found it hard to talk to him very much. I guess I didn’t trust my ability to control myself without saying something that would give away my lust for him. I was sure he noticed my attention (no doubt he recognized male desire and had been the object of a lot of it) and found it amusing. Beth noticed it, too. One day, after she, Kyle, and I had been talking together at the edge of our yard, she said to me, “Andy, I think you have a crush on Kyle. You keep staring at his body and you get all tensed up when he’s around.” I tried to laugh it off. “Oh, baby, that’s just silly,” I replied. She stared at me. “I know what you’re like when you’re attracted to someone, sweetie. Remember, that’s how you were when we first met.” I didn’t have a good answer. I couldn’t admit she was right, even to myself. Beth just wouldn’t let it go. In the weeks that followed, if she saw Kyle in his garden, she would tease me. “Honey, your boyfriend is outside.” Our sex life ceased entirely. She would rebuff my advances, once going so far as to suggest maybe Kyle would be interested. Finally, she said, “If you don’t do something about your man crush on Kyle, I will.” “Oh, god, you’re not going to tell him, are you?” I realized that I had stopped denying my infatuation. “Sweetie, I don’t have to tell him. Believe me, he already knows.” I blushed beet red. “How?” “It’s obvious, Andy, from the way you look at him, the way you act when he’s around. You’re flustered when he speaks to you. Your tongue is practically hanging out.” “So, what are you going to do?” She smiled and winked at me, but refused to say more. Later that afternoon, I looked out the window and saw Beth and Kyle deep in conversation, looking occasionally at our house. They were both smiling and seemed happy. When I asked her later what they’d been talking about, she gave me an evasive answer. The following Saturday afternoon, my wife announced she had a special work assignment and would be gone until the evening. It was unusual but I gave it little thought. When she left, I went outside to trim the hedges next to Kyle’s garden, hoping to watch him without him being aware. Instead, he saw me immediately and came into our yard to chat. I thought he was flirting with me and I started to reciprocate. Filled with mounting desire, I realized I had to act. “Would you like to come in for a cold one?” I blurted out. Kyle gave me a big smile. “Sounds perfect.” His eyes held mine for a long time. I turned and walked back up the path into our house. He followed. I could feel his eyes on my butt, and I wiggled it as I walked. Once inside, I grabbed a couple of beers, handed him one, and sat on the living room couch. He stood over me, his crotch level with my eyes, I stared at it and watched a bulge form as his cock hardened. I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was thrilled at the thought that he was getting aroused. I felt myself getting hard. I looked up into his eyes and said, “Why don’t you have a seat?” “Good idea,” he answered. Then, even though it’s a long couch and there were a couple of other comfy chairs, he planted himself so close beside me that our arms, hips, and thighs touched. I could smell his sweat. My head was swimming that I was in such close contact as this beautiful Adonis. Then a looked at his short-shorts and saw the smooth head of his dick emerge out from the leg opening as he got even harder. “Holy fuck!” I thought to myself, completely entranced at the sight. Kyle was in complete control and he knew it. He set his beer down on the coffee table, then took mine and put it down. He began to stroke the inside of my thigh. I felt a fire of desire rise within me. He gazed into my eyes. “Andy, let me make this easy on you. I know you’re attracted to me. I think you’re hot, too. I think it’s time we acted on our feelings.” Then he leaned toward me, wrapped one arm around my shoulders, and held my chin with his other hand. His lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I sighed deeply. His kiss became more passionate, his tongue invading my mouth. My hands found his torso and ran along his well-defined muscles. I loved the sensation as his stubble and my short beard rubbed against each other – this wasn’t at all like kissing my wife or any woman. I thought, This is what it feels like to kiss a man, and I love it! Kyle paused our kisses and said, “I could use a shower.” I knew he meant both of us. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. “Just cancelled an appointment I had. I’m free for the whole afternoon.” We walked upstairs and into the primary bathroom, which had a large shower. Beth and I liked to shower together, though that had ended when Kyle came into our life and she had refused to have sex with me. I quickly stripped and faced Kyle. He tossed away his shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts. Now I could see his entire cock. It looked huge to my inexperienced eyes. I had a moment of doubt – how could I ever get all of that meat into my mouth or my tight ass? Kyle turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to get warm, he embraced me. His tongue found mine and his hands roamed over my back and butt, his index finger probing my sensitive hole. I pulled back from his kiss and ran my tongue down his neck, tasting that delicious, sweat-coated skin I had so often fantasized about. Then I licked and bit his nipples, which stiffened under my attention. “Oh, that feels good,” he said, holding my head in place as a sign to continue. My tongue found its way down to his chiseled abs before he stopped me by saying, “More of this after we clean up.” It was unlike any shower I had taken before. We kissed and we played with each other’s cocks. Then he soaped my ass and inserted two fingers deep inside me. I felt a new warmth in my ass. “This is soon to be a cunt, Andy. Are you ready?” “Oh, yes,” I gasped. “I’ve been wanted this for a long time.” He laughed. “I know. I can tell when a guy wants to fuck. You showed all the signs.” “Funny, but that’s what Beth said.” “Well, women can often tell when a guy is gay. A sixth sense.” “Even when they’re married to one?” I asked. “Especially when they’re married to one.” We finished and toweled each other until we were both dry. I led Kyle by the hand into the bedroom I shared with my wife. We pulled back the blanket and top sheet. Then Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the floor. I kneeled in front of him. His hard cock was just a couple of inches from my face. I stroked it firmly and it seemed to swell even more. Kyle moaned. Then I leaned forward and began to lick the smooth, mushroom-shaped head. I was rewarded with a little taste of salty precum. So delicious! I opened my mouth and began to take him in, just a little more with each suck. He rested his hands on my head and said, “Take your time, Andy. I know you’ve been wanting this. We should both enjoy it.” And we did. I loved running my tongue along the shaft, feeling the raised veins, and then licking his heavy balls. I knew what they held. I wanted his seed. No, I needed it, deep inside me. I couldn’t take his full length without gagging and he didn’t try to force me. I could feel his tension rising and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I also suspected he had other ideas. I soon learned I was correct. Kyle pulled back and said, “I need to fuck you.” It was both a statement of fact and a command. He stood up. I understood what was expected. I lay down on the bed, my head on a pillow. Kyle joined me on his knees. He took another pillow and slid it under my butt. He lifted my legs toward my chest and I gripped them to give him a clear view of my tight, clenched hole. Then I felt his stubble between my butt cheeks. Warm breath, then an even warmer and very wet tongue, around my hole. I felt myself relaxing into a delicious trance, everything focused on one very sensitive spot on my body. His tongue found its way inside me. Little bolts of erotic energy radiated from my ass, reaching all the way to my toes. “I think you’re ready to be fucked,” Kyle announced. “I prefer bareback, but that’s your call. The last time I tested I was negative, but that was a while back. I’ve hosted some parties since then. I don’t use PrEP.” In all my fantasies about him, I took him raw. I wasn’t about to let anything come between us now. “No condom,” I replied. “That’s good, because I don’t have any rubbers with me.” Kyle applied some lube to his dick and worked some into my hole. Then he placed the tip against my hole. “Your ass is about to become a cunt, Andy. Do you like the way that sounds? A cunt.” “Yes, baby. That sounds really hot. Turn my ass into a cunt.” I felt a burning sensation. At first, I didn’t think he would fit, but his steady pressure and my determination to relax and let him enter me did the trick. (The lube helped, too.) I felt my sphincter ease and then he was inside me. “God, you’re so big!” I murmured. “Honey, that’s just the head,” Kyle replied, smiling. “There’s a lot more.” “I want it all.” Slowly Kyle went deeper. The fullness was exquisite. My entire body quivered with the deepest pleasure I had ever experienced. For a moment I thought of Beth and how this was how she must have felt when I was inside her. But that thought vanished as I was lost in my own pleasure. After a few minutes – time no longer had any meaning – I felt Kyle’s pubic hair brush up against my ass cheeks. He lay forward atop me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, thrilled by his muscular body as I ran my hands along his back and arms. He kissed me deeply and explored my mouth with his tongue. When he paused, I smiled and said, “You’re so deep inside me, Kyle. It feels like your cock is going to come all the way out of my throat.” He liked hearing I thought he had a big cock, even though he knew his was my first. He raised himself up and I slid my legs into the crook of his elbows. Now he began to move in and out, each thrust sending a charge through my entire body. “Pump your cock to match my rhythm,” he grunted. I did as he said, even though I just wanted to focus on the pleasure in my ass. My cock got very hard as I stroked it. I felt something building inside me. Kyle was grunting; I was whimpering, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.” My load exploded, spurts of my sticky, slick cum flying across my abdomen. The spasming in my ass gripped Kyle’s cock in tight pulses, and he erupted a few seconds later in deep rapid thrusts. I felt a strange wetness inside me. Kyle had seeded me. I loved the sensation. After a few minutes, he softened inside me and then slipped out. We turned on our sides, him behind me with his strong arm wrapped possessively around me, and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were sensual, about Kyle and other men, all of us together and all of them fucking me. As I started to awaken, I became aware that someone else had entered the room. Then I heard Beth’s soft voice. “Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like two gay men in my bed. Looks like they’ve been fucking in my bed.” Kyle sat up. “Hi, Beth. You were right. Andy is into guys.” It dawned on me that they had planned this encounter. “You texted her before, right?” I said to Kyle. “Yup,” he answered, kissing my neck. “Hope you’re not angry with me, honey.” I turned and gave him a deep tongue kiss. “Not at all, baby.” “Well, I’m angry, Andy” Beth said, smiling. She didn’t seem angry at all. “First, you lied about not having a crush on Kyle. Second, you cheated on me, and with a man no less. And third, you’re obviously a faggot, and you kept denying who you really are. Kyle, I think Andy needs to be punished.” “OK,” he answered. “On your hands and knees, Andy, facing Beth.” I did as I was told. Kyle moved behind me, eased my legs apart, pumped his cock a few times, and thrust it inside of me. He wasn’t gentle this time. I grunted as he penetrated me. I took a deep breath. It hit me that I was being fucked by another man while me wife stood in front of me, watching. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was by the scene. SMACK! Kyle’s hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. “Ouch!” I cried; Beth’s eyes widened. SMACK! “Thank you, Kyle,” I said. Several more slaps followed, until my ass cheeks felt very warm. With each blow I saw Beth’s eyes blink. I rested on my elbows. She kneeled in front of me and gripped my hands. “You shouldn’t have lied to me,” she said. “I know,” I answered. Several more loud smacks followed. Then Kyle stopped and lay on my back. I let go of Beth’s hands, and Kyle gripped mine. He developed a nice in-and-out motion. I turned my head to kiss him. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I urged. “Fuck me hard and cum inside me again.” I was soon rewarded by another powerful orgasm. I looked up at Beth. She had a strange, knowing expression on her face. Then she turned and walked out of the room. An hour later, Kyle and I dressed and went downstairs. Beth was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, as though nothing had happened. It seemed surreal. Kyle walked over to her, gave her a hug, and said I was welcome to stay at his house for a while until we had sorted things out. Over dinner Beth and I decided I should accept his offer. What he didn’t say was the offer included my first sex party with other men, the next weekend. Eight guys, all well-built. Kyle had told them about me. It was all bareback sex, and by the end of day two every one of them had fucked me at least once. Several had biohazard tattoos, so there wasn’t much doubt about their status. Kyle decided we should live together. Beth and I began to transform our relationship, from husband-and-wife to single-woman-and-gay-best-friend. She even started to talk about the men she was dating and how they were in bed. A few weeks later, I got really sick. Both Kyle and I got ourselves tested, and we were both positive. I can’t be sure he was the one who pozzed me, but I still like to think of him as my baby daddy. After all, like a good neighbor, he was there.

I sat at the bar with my girlfriend, Lucy, sipping an IPA. Behind us, an indie rock band thrashed out the last song of its set while the crowd cheered drunkenly. Lucy leaned back against the wooden counter watching them, swirling the half-melted dregs of her whiskey. In the dim light of the bar, her pale skin glowed milky white. Her long red hair was twisted back in a messy bun, and several strands hung in her face. She flicked them back absently before glancing at me, a smile curling her lips. “Quit staring at me,” she shouted over the music. “I can’t help it,” I shouted back. “You’re the most beautiful girl in here.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, before turning back to the band. The song ended in a clatter of drums and bass, and applause filled the small space as the band took a bow, then headed off stage. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.” I turned to see a large, muscular man bending over my girlfriend, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. Arousal stirred in me at the sight of his bulging biceps, but I shook it away. “Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend.” “Look at this,” he said, his gaze swinging between us before he glanced over his shoulder. “Two pretty little things.” Another buff man came to join him, and they stood side by side, surveying me and my girlfriend. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” the second man said. A predatory grin curled his lips, and he stuck out his hand. “I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip, and nodded at the other guy. “That’s Jack.” “Neal,” I said, “And this is Lucy.” Mark leaned close to me, heat emanating off his muscular body. “Could we buy you two a couple drinks?” I licked my lips, glancing at Lucy. She was gazing up at Jack with something akin to amazement. She caught me looking and, blushing, shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” A couple drinks later, they came back to our place, their muscular bulk filling our small apartment like two bulls in a china shop. “You guys have never done this before,” Mark said, leaning against the kitchen counter as I poured four glasses of wine. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said softly. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I didn’t think—we didn’t think anything would ever happen.” He grinned, another predatory smile. “You’ll like it,” he said. “I can tell.” He helped me carry the wine into the living room, where Jack was siting next to Lucy. His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, but his fingers were tracing circles across her upper arm, making her flush. She accepted the glass of wine and drank it quickly. When she set the empty glass on the coffee table, her eyes met mine, questioning. I nodded, and an excited grin curled her lips. “Enough drinks,” Jack said suddenly, standing up. “I’m ready for the main course.” He bent and picked up Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter, beating her fists on his back as he carried her into the bedroom. “Come on,” Mark said, shooting me a wink. “I want to watch them.” I walked nervously to the bedroom after them, where Jack was peeling off Lucy’s blue dress. She flopped back onto the mattress breathlessly, wearing only her bra and panties. With a growl, he climbed on top of her, kissing his way up her stomach to her throat, then captured her lips with his. I watched them silently, frozen in the doorway, a mixture of envy and arousal flooding through me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I jumped, turning to face Mark. He cupped my face in his big hands, brushing one thumb over my lips. “Relax,” he said, then dipped his head to kiss me. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, just a whisper of skin on skin, then returned with more force. He kissed me firmly, insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands caught the hem of my shirt. Pulling away for a breath, he pulled my button-up shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor behind him, then kissed me again. I had never kissed a man before, and his lips were firmer than I was expecting, less pliant than Lucy’s. At the same time, he was more aggressive, and I felt my cock stiffen as he ran his hands down my bare back, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms tentatively around him, feeling his muscular back flex through his thin t-shirt, then slid my hands down to his waist. He broke away from me, breathing hard. “Strip,” he commanded. Wordlessly, I kicked off my shoes and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned my pants, pushing them over my narrow hips with my boxers. At the same time, he peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing between his muscular thighs. I stared at it, my heart pounding, and unconsciously licked my lips. He caught my gaze and laughed. “Get on your knees,” he said, a hungry smile curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could second guess myself, I sank to my knees at his feet. His cock pulsed before my face, throbbing and already dripping pre-cum. Biting my lip nervously, I looked at his cock with trepidation. Would that even fit in my mouth? I rose on my knees and kissed it tentatively, my lips brushing the hot skin. Slick pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I licked it off, tasting the sweet, salty evidence of his arousal. Much to my surprise, it tasted good, and I circled my tongue around the swollen head, then ran it down the veined sides. With a low groan, I licked up the throbbing shaft, feeling blood pulsing through the upraised veins, then wrapped my lips around the swollen head and swirled my tongue around it in circles. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the tip of his thick cock between my lips, caressing the underside with my tongue, then bobbed my head up and down. Only half of the thick shaft disappeared into my mouth before the tip bumped against the back of my throat. I coughed and gripped the bottom half of his cock in one hand, jerking him as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my short hair, guiding my movements, and I moaned deep in my throat, sucking on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. As he thrust into my mouth, the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Rising onto my knees, I relaxed my throat, easing his shaft down my esophagus. “Good boy,” he growled. “Just like that.” Holding my breath, I thrust his cock deep into my throat over and over again, making tears stream from my eyes. My hard cock pulsed, pleasure rolling through me as I choked on his cock, and I reached down to stroke my stiff erection. Wrapping my fingers around my throbbing dick, I whimpered around Mark’s cock, feeling a climax fast approaching. With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his thighs, swallowing as much of his length as I could, my throat constricting around his shaft. “You’ve got a real good cocksucker for a boyfriend,” Mark said to Lucy, twisting his fingers in my hair. Jack grunted, and I could hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from his direction. “His girlfriend is pretty fucking talented too.” His words sent another stab of pleasure through me, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I gripped my dick, jerking it quickly. “Ah fuck, Neal, you’re going to make me cum.” Mark dragged me off his cock and pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. “You having fun, lover boy?” I nodded, licking my lips, my cock aching with desire. “You want me to fuck you?” I looked over at my girlfriend, Jack’s hands buried in her hair as he fucked her mouth with rough strokes. I turned back to Mark, taking in his muscular chest, the stubble on his cheeks, the creases in the corner of his eyes as he studied me with intensity. I nodded again, my mouth dry. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. I obeyed, crossing the room to lay beside my girlfriend as she sucked another man’s cock. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed. Turning her head, she opened her eyes, catching my gaze. A breathless, giddy smile curled her lips, and my heart swelled with affection and desire. At the same time, Mark slid one hand up my leg and spread my thighs, his touch sending fire racing through my veins. My body tight with anticipation and lust, I moaned as his fingers traced a line up my inner thigh, stroking light circles around the sensitive skin of my ball sack, before wrapping his hand around my shaft. Using the pad of his thumb, he smeared a bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock, my arousal slick and wet on his fingers. “Oh god,” I said softly, pleasure spiking through me. Beside us, Jack slid two fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned helplessly, her hips rising to meet his touch, and the sight sent desire spiking through me, making my cock jerk in Mark’s hand. He released my shaft, a taunting smile on his face. His fingers lightly stroked the lines of my hips again, tickling the swell of my testicles, and teased up the sides of my veined shaft. At his touch, my cock pulsed and jumped, desperate for more. “Are you close?” he asked. Although his fingertips were barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent fire through my veins, and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off his muscular body. I just needed him to touch me a tiny bit more to send me over the edge. As if reading my thoughts, he circled the tip of my dick with his fingers, using the pre-cum to slick the surface. It was almost enough—I felt my orgasm swell, balls tightening, muscles spasming—and he jerked his hand away, leaving me trembling on the precipice. “Not yet, lover boy,” he said, smiling cruelly. “I’m going to fuck you first.” Mark grabbed my legs and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, pushing my knees against my chest. Between my thighs, my neglected cock was hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping out and onto my stomach. . Without missing a beat, Jack caught both of Lucy’s legs, spreading her legs wide, and exposed her open pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Standing side by side, he and Mark looked like a wall of pure muscle, and their cocks were both enormous. As I watched, Jack thrust into my girlfriend’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Gripping his shaft, Mark lined the swollen, mushroom head of his cock up against my virgin asshole and slid it back and forth, pressing the tip against my hole as I moaned. “You ready for this, handsome?” he taunted playfully. “God, please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.” He pushed forward with slow, steady pressure, the head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole painfully before the tight ring of muscles relaxed, letting him in. I groaned, feeling my sphincter stretched wide, as he slid into my ass inch by inch. “You like that?” he grunted “You like feeling my cock up your ass?” “Fuck,” I whimpered, “it feels so good. I can’t take it.” “You’ll take it,” he promised, and with a final thrust, his hips met mine, his balls resting against my ass. “God,” I moaned, feeling my ass ripple and clench around him. Mark held still, letting me adjust to his girth, before starting to thrust in tiny motions. “Think that’s pretty sexy, don’t you,” Jack asked Lucy, rubbing two fingers over her slippery clit. I turned my head and saw her staring at me, her mouth panting open. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” he said, pulling out of her wet pussy, “because it’s about to be your turn.” He pressed the huge, mushroom head of his thick cock against her asshole and began pushing. Already well lubed with her slick pussy juices, he slid inside her easily, the long shaft disappearing inch by inch into her petite ass. With two rough fingers, he rubbed her stiff, swollen clit, flicking the nub back and forth. She arched up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her, and moaned with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes opening wide as she looked at me, “it’s so big. I can’t believe it’s so big and it’s inside my ass.” Reaching across the mattress, I found her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire and love, then cried out again. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my god, it’s so big!” As she groaned with pleasure, Mark began fucking me faster, his long cock sliding in and out of my ass with piercing strokes, plunging deep inside me with every thrust. I clenched her hand and watched Jack, his face contorting as he fucked my girlfriend’s ass beside me. She moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her, fucking her tight ass. “Yeah,” Jack growled, “you like getting fucked with your boyfriend? You like being a pair of holes for us?” “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, the words garbled as she writhed against him. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I want a piece of your boyfriend’s ass too.” He slid his thick cock out of her ass with a pop, nudging Mark. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” Mark grinned, pulling out of me, and they switched places. Jack spit on my flexing asshole, rubbing the saliva around with two rough fingers, then thrust his cock into my ass, sheathing himself inside me with one swift motion. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, as he pounded into me, filling my ass with his thick cock meat. Lucy watched with wide eyes, her eyes glazed with lust, as I shuddered around Jack’s cock. Spreading her pale thighs, Mark lined the rounded tip of his massive cock with her tight asshole and pushed inside her. She moaned, arching her back as he filled her, his cock disappearing inch by inch into her ass. Grasping her narrow hips, he spread her rounded cheeks, her asshole stretching obscenely around his dick. “I think I’m gonna breed you,” he growled, flicking her clit with two fingers. “Think I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and breed you. You and your sweet little boyfriend. I want to see your skinny little tummies all fat with our babies.” “What do you think about that, pretty boy?” Jack asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked my ass. “God yes,” I panted, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. “Where do you want me to cum?” Mark demanded, burying his cock deep inside my girlfriend. “C-cum in my pussy,” Lucy wailed. “Breed me, make me your little slut!” “Ah, fuck,” he grunted. He pulled out of her ass as the first jet of cum sprayed out across her flat belly, then buried his cock deep in her pussy, unloading the rest of his cum inside her, filling her womb with his frothy cream. She screamed in pleasure, bucking against him wildly, her legs shaking as she came hard. At the same time, Jack wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me firmly as he pounded my ass, sawing his thick dick in and out of me. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure peaking in every cell of my body. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” My voice rose in a wail as my orgasm crested, making me shudder and arch against Jack’s cock, forcing it deeper into my ass. My clenching muscles brought him right up to the edge and he gripped my hips tightly. “What about you, pretty boy? Where do you want me to cum?” he growled. “Please,” I choked out, still wracked with spasms. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up.” Clutching my waist, he buried his cock deep inside me as he stiffened, his sperm pumping into my tight ass. With a groan, he pulled out, and a last jet of cum splashed against my gaping asshole, the thick rope of cream smearing across my tender skin. His huge cock was still half hard, glistening in the light as he flopped beside me, panting for breath. With a shuddering groan, Mark pulled out of Lucy’s pussy with a grunt, wiping his slick cock on her pale ass. Lucy sagged beside me, still trembling uncontrollably, as he collapsed on her other side. Lifting my head, I could see the milky cream of his cum dripping out of her pulsing pussy, and an exhausted smile crossed my face. I looked at my girlfriend, her pale cheeks still flushed with lust, and felt closer to her than ever before. She met my eyes, and, rolling onto her side, gave me a tender kiss. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting on my hip, and Jack took it, their fingers interlacing. I felt Jack roll to spoon me, his muscular warmth pressed against my back, and the four of us drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

Im 25 and been dating this guy for 4 years and honestly has been the most emotionally fulfill relationship but at the same time I crave sex with multiple guys and want him to join me in the sex adventures. I personally feel board with only one dick and miss the rush of going to a bathhouse or video porn theater getting loads from other men. Was anyone here ever able to go from a monogamous relationship to a sex filled open relationship while still maintaining intimacy? Like I want to have a partner who can show intimacy but also genuinely enjoys being cum hungry together. im on the verge of just ending things with my current bf because of our differences and how I feel trapped and forced to be someone else. the dating scene is already tough and a lot of the bathhouse sluts near my age either are competitive/territorial over the amount of dick they can secure or have zero ability to emotional connect with someone. sorry for the mess of pacing in this post. 😔

Two nights ago. I met up with a guy i partied with before at this guys Playroom. He wanted a 1on1 with me at his place. So I got there and met him at the door he said just wanted us to play together sober. I said its OK as he pulled me in. He said his friend is here and wanted to play also after hearing about the stories he heard about the Playroom. He friend walked to us and said get him naked. So I got stripped at the door as his friend turned me around to grab my ass. He said I want this ass. I said take it as I got pulled to a bedroom. I got pushed on the bed and and felt my hips pulled up as my ass got rimmed for a while. The other got by my head sat leggs spread and had me suck his as I was getting rimmed. Its one of my favorite position. I sucked this nice shaft as i handled his balls tight. I felt a tongue going deep in my ass then nibbling my hole. Yes definitely hot. Then as he started to spit on my hole he got up and felt his cock at my hole i said fuck my hole! He said yea as he pushed in deep. Felt every inch and vein as it slowly pushed in. I laid my head on the crouch of the other guy just moaning. He got in deep and started the thurst harder and harder. I heard him say yes its a nice ass as you told me. Then pounded me for sometime tillnhe started to moan then say take this fuck load as he growled and pushed in deep to stop moving. As he pulled out the other got off and switched. He pushed in fast and pumped fast. He lasted only a few minutes then he blew a load. He pulled out flipped me over and sucked me till I blew a load. We got up and went to the living room to sit. We sat there talking about the parties were were at and I started craving cock so I started to suck the hosts cock for some time till he got hard and I turned around and sat on him. I bounce around till I got another load. I got up and had to go to the bathroom to clean i was dripping bad. I walked out as they were dressing I got dressed and said my goodbyes and left

I totally understand you and have sympathy for your problems. I can’t open the secret box for you because I don’t know the trick. I lived with my boyfriend for more than 16 years and we not only didn’t have sex with a third, or fourth one but even with each other. I cheated on him from time to time and suffered from remorse sometimes for a year. After he had left me (not because of this) I enjoyed the free life of single sluts for almost 7 years. I tried to find someone, but I always shared the fact at the very beginning that I was not able to be in a monogamous relationship. The first date was the last date. 🤣 I accidentally found my love less than a year ago, who is thinking about this like me. We are in a strongly bonded emotional relationship with open doors (more precisely open pants and holes) and it works and we are happy. So, you know your boyfriend. You can carefully mention the opportunity to open the relationship. Probably he will be in. If he strictly monogamous, you should consider what you won and what you lose. Then I decided on keeping the relationship. Although it worked sometimes I felt awful because of cheating, lying and being afraid of meeting anyone in the sauce or the apps who can cover up my secret. Finally I was left because he didn’t feel free in our relationship 🤷🏻‍♂️ A slut can’t be kept in a cage for a long time because it gets away from there sooner or later.

Im thinking about getting an inverted cage, not sure i have the dedication and all to wear it enough to truely cause shrinking, but its damn tempting to try.

same here and that why i spend so much time cruising bookstore cause less flakes and more anon cock. constant flow

As a top, I can always tell. My precum fills it up so much, there's a pressure sensation that gets uncomfortable. If it breaks, pressure is gone and the precum lubes things up more. The few times it's happened, the bottom noticed because the friction and slickness changed. Only had one request to pull out and get another.

Yesterday in the sauna in Antwerp. Ass up and took 5 raw cocks from different tops and took one cofirmed load.

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"

Well it's been a weekend. I've had a lot of fun outside of sexual fun. But someone I always want to see wanted to get together with me. We couldn't do yesterday because I had stuff going on. So we agreed to meet and planned for this morning. I have referred to this man as the long bearded man or bear. But I think going forward I'll refer to him as beast not exactly what I refer to him as but just for the sake of keeping track of things here I'll do that. We were going to meet and get breakfast but things went a little different. I drove to his place so excited to see him. I went up to his place and greeted him at the door. Immediately got a look at him seeing him dressed in a black shirt and black pants all black is how he generally dresses. I loved it. He just looked at me smiling. We kissed as soon as he opened the door and let me in. I embraced him and we both had our familiar hug and reunion and passionate kisses. Again I loved having our beards touch while we both made out. I pulled on his long beard as well and he started smiling he loves when I do that. We both continued to make out with him and myself both fully dressed. We broke away for a moment and walked into the kitchen. I loved the taste of coffee on his breath because I know he just had some. I wasn't sure what we were going to do but we embraced again and made out some more. It wasn't long before he pushed me back on his bean bag chair and I was on my back. He got on top of me in no time. We were both fully clothed and we continued to make out. He leaned over my face and I could already tell what was coming. I opened my mouth and accepted his saliva. I swallowed it with pleasure and a smile and thanked him for it. We continued to make out some more. He undid his shirt a little more so I had access to his sexy pierced nipples. I played with his pierced nipples twisting them. I was already pretty hard myself. I undid my shorts and pulled them down. My cock was rock hard and he started sucking my dick. His mouth felt so good. I thought about guys who often message me sometimes wanting to suck my dick only or jack off. And then I thought about this sexy bearded beast sucking my dad and started thrusting my cock slowly in and out of his mouth. Then his phone rang. This is becoming a comedic routine at this point. Is this scripted every time haha. A friend of his called. While he was talking to his friend on speaker phone I twisted his nipples and grinned at him. He tried not to moan. His friend was telling him some stuff and I was jacking my cock and stroking it. In between him and his friend talking he would go down on my cock and suck me. He made some slurping noises but tried to not make it too obvious. I also controlled myself and tried not to moan so much. It didn't sound like his friend caught on. It was amusing and hot at the same time watching him go down and my dick and come off it talking to his friend. Eventually the conversation ended and they disconnected the call. I was so hard afterwards and we resumed making out. He sucked my dick some more and then came up and kissed me. He said we better go get something to eat. I told him him yeah but I had other plans. When we both stood up we kissed some more. I maneuvered him and grabbed him and lightly turned him around and pushed him on the bean bag chair where he his belly was on it. I pulled down his pants and pulled off his boots. I rimmed his hole and loved licking his hairy ass. His hole is always so tight too I love that. I enjoyed my tongue in his hot hairy ass and licking it. I then started fingering his hole. He knew what was coming. I spit on my dick and started pushing it inside him. He started to moan and I tried to get on the bean bag to fuck him. I was fucking him partially but the shifting of it threw off my balance. We decided to go into the bedroom. He got on his belly and I shoved my cock in him and started fucking him. He did that sexy deep moan that he did similar to last time I fucked him. He was loving it. I was initially just pumping away deeper in his hot ass but I pulled out more and started just pulling out and pushing in part way. He was really loving this and saying how good it felt and I kept fucking him this way. He then said he wanted my seed and my DNA. I was trying to hold out but fuck him of all men telling me he wanted to be bred of course I wanted to breed him too. I started fucking him faster and harder and felt my dick getting harder. I couldn't hold back anymore. I told him I'm going to cum and I'm going to breed him. I shot my load and shouted out and felt my load fill his ass. I layed on top of him for a moment and then I shifted and pulled him up so we were both on our side and my dick was still in him depositing the my load. We both layed next to each other for a moment spooning each other. Once my dick went flaccid and came out of his hole we turned and faced each other and kissed. We decided now is a good time to eat. We originally said breakfast but it was well into lunch time. So we got dressed and left to get lunch and then came back. He had plans today but he said we have some time before he has to go. He did not have to tell me twice. We were back to making out and when we kissed he did a little bit of breath play with me. I don't always fully know how to respond to this but I tried my best and held out as long as I could. He called me a good boy afterwards and we resumed kissing. We were near the bean bag chair so I took a page out of his book and pushed him backwards so he fell directly onto the bean bag chair on his back like he did to me earlier. He was smiling when he was on his back and I straddled him and made out out with him some more. I grabbed and pulled his sexy long heard and bite his face and his ears. He loves when I bite and nibble on him. I also licked his face which he loves. My dick was hard too so I took off my shorts and fed him my dick. I felt so hot and good straddling him and having him suck my dick. After I pulled my dick out I undid his shirt and played with his nipples. Then I sucked his nipples and heard him moan the more I sucked on them and the harder I bit down on them. After sucking his nipples for a while I made my way down to his belly button and bite and licked his stomach. I got to his crotch and I undid his pants and pulled them off as well as his boots. I sniffed and licked his crotch and sucked his balls. I loved the taste and I went to his beautiful cock with his PA on it. I took his cock into my mouth and started biting his cock. I feel like I have to say this every time but he loves when I bite him everywhere including his cock. He told me while I was sucking him to bite down and really chew on his cock. The more I bite and chewed on his cock the harder he got. I was loving sucking him but it still does feel like mentally it's a block to bite down on a man's cock but I do it for him anyways. I was loving this sucking his cock and feeling it get harder in my mouth while also working around the PA. Unfortunately his alarm went off and he said we have to wrap it up because he has plans and places he needs to be soon. But before we both left he said he wanted to show me something. I went into another room of his and he pulled out a bag with a pig on it. Oh I was well aware of what the pig logo was from haha. He pulled out some leather stuff showing me some leather stuff he had and also..a few collars. He asked me if he could put it on me and of course I bowed my head and gave him approval. He tried a few different ones on me for sizing and just to see how it felt on me and and to be able to pull on it. He also put a mask on me and took me to the mirror with the mask on. I looked so different in it and it reminded me of when I played with someone else in the past. But I loved how I looked in it. It was a little tight we both agreed but also it has a way to loosen it in the back. He put the collars up and the leather stuff up. He clarified last time that the collar isn't for ownership of me just ownership during play which is fine. He gave me something and said he wants me to work on it everyday. I told him he'll see the progress when he gets back from his trip. I shared some stories and experiences of things i've done. Of things I've posted here and he said they sound like fun and like they were hot. He told me about more experiences of his as well. He also once again hinted at future things he wants to do to me which I loved. It was great to see him again. The passion, the energy exchange, and the sex was hot. There were moments of tenderness too after leaving his place and coming back. Just everything about this man is incredible. I also told him how I fully recognize the we'll refer to it as "creature" that's in me. And how I recognize it's growing and what it is and how he saw this in me all along. He said he did and it's good that I recognize it more and want it to grow. What a busy and fun weekend. Glad I got end/start it with the sexy beast I've been wanting to see all week. 1 Load fucked and bred into the sexy beast of a bear. Until next time..

Anytime that someone has asked me how I got pozzed, I've always told the truth! (Including my doctors, and my social worker)... I tell them that, honestly, I don't know who pozzed me, that I'm a slut, and have had probably over a thousand sex partners, most of them anonymous/one night stands/adult bookstores/theaters, etc.. I usually laugh, as I tell them this. If they act shocked, or offended, oh well!

If the bottom isn't sufficiently distracted and notices the condom broke there are a lot of good responses I've tried... 1. "Ooops, oh no worries I've "prepared" another" 2. "that must be why it started to actually feel good, lets try a few more strokes like this and then I'll put another on. Don't worry, I won't cum inside" - When I pulled out to put the condom on lost my boner. He'll thought it was because of the condom, but it was also because I just came in him. 3. Him: "did the condom just..." -interrupted by me "Fuck I'm cumming!" If the bottom catches me intentionally breaking the condom... I'll have to update if this ever happens. The closest I got was someone texting after and try and accuse me of stealthing him because his hole was "sloppy" and he couldn't find the condom. I told him I flushed it because it was full of cum and it would make his bathroom smell bad, I also told him I noticed his hold was sloppy when I entered him and I feel like I need to get tested now in case it was gono. lol, he shut up after that.

I'm surprised at a lot of the comments here; It seems that odours are a turn off for most of you. I love man smells: hole, cock, feet, pits - stronger the better. With the right man or men, I can be no limits.

That's hot.

I have been in a few Dom and submissive relationships where it was open for him and he would select who bred me. It didn’t work out because ultimately the sex between us stopped and I was just waiting around to get used. I think a true open relationship is hard to find. As you get older you will appreciate the fulfillment of a true loving realtime you have now. It may be worth it to stay. I have been getting used by random men for decades now and it’s not fulfilling.

Love my own loads, even forcing my self too eat them , when not in mood

== 1 == Jason is transferred college athlete. 6’2, muscular, round ass, 9.5 in dick, blonde hair and in the closet. In his previous school there just wasn't enough excitement for him so he decided to attend a bigger school to spice up his sex life. Coach told him today that he's got to get his physical done. Coach has asked the trainer to stay a little longer so Jason will come in as soon as he's done with practice. Jason rushed over to the sport medicine building. It is quiet because no one is here in the evening. Jason is wearing a white shorts and a navy blue shirt. Both are soaked in sweat because he just left practice. He knocked on the door lightly then answered the door was a 6’5 tall man, muscular too with a firm belly with nicely trimmed facial hair. He has a lab coat on but just a t-shirt underneath. Jason could practically see the trainer’s naked chest, his raisin size nipples and nipple rings.. Jason has been watching daddy type porn lately and this trainer totally fits that category. Something about pounding a grown men’s hole and hearing them moan is super satisfying to him. He could practically hear Luke moaning while begging him to pound harder in my mind, but he realized that in reality, he was starring so he quickly looked up and said “Hi. I'm Jason from the volleyball team. Thank you for staying late for me. Coach told me that I have a few things that aren't completed and today is the last day I can get them done” “Hey Jason. I'm Luke. It's no problem. Let's get you in and out of here so we can be both go on and enjoy our weekend. Come on in and let's get your measurements” Luke put his hand on Jason's back to direct him in “Wow. You're soaking wet” Luke said “Yeah. Sorry. I rush straight here after practice. Normally I'd take a shower after practice but I didn't want to make you wait too long” Jason answered Luke held a tablet in his hand looking through Jason's record and said “well.. I didn't realize how many things you have to complete today. Couple of things will take me a few minutes to prepare. There's a few showers in the back. If you want to go get yourself cleaned up while I get everything ready you can. Just leave your clothes off and be in your underwear when you are done. You can put them back on when we're done taking measurements.” “Ok. Sounds good” “Just walk all the way back and make a right then you'll see them” Jason got his toiletry bag out of his backpack and got in the shower Jason thought “Wow. I dodged a bullet there. Hopefully he didn't see my raging hard when he was talking to me. I tried to hide it by holding my bag in front of me. Who knew the school trainer is this hot. If he wasn't wearing that lab coat I would have thought he walked out of one of those porn videos I watched last night” As Jason rubs soap up and down his body, his finger linger around his nipples for a bit longer. When he slid his hand in between his butt cheek, he touched his hole with his middle finger and penetrated it slightly and he found his other hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking it up and down. “Fuck what am I doing. I really should rub one out so I have less of a chance embarrassing myself with a boner but that would have taken too long so fuck it. But fuuuuuck I'm so horny. Had I known I'd have to come here I wouldn't have saved my load for the long weekend. At least I'll be in my underwear Actually….no I will not. I grabbed my jockstrap this morning bc I didn't know I'm coming here after practice. My underwear is soaking wet so he'd for sure know if I rewear it. Fuck it. It's only for a moment anyway. I have nothing to hide. Plus…. maybe things will go exactly like the videos I watched last night 😁” Jason still thinking about the image of him pounding Luke and the sound of Luke saying ‘give it to me harder, boy. Fuck me’ Jason turned the water to the coldest setting right before getting out to get rid of his boner. Alright. Let's get this measurement thing done. Just need to not get hard in the next 15 min then I'll be good. The towel is barely long enough to wrap around Jason's waist. It's more of a workout towel than a bath towel so with one hand holding on to the towel at his waist and the other hand carrying his backpack, Jason makes his way back to the trainer. He watched Luke’s face closely, hoping that he could pick up a sign from Luke so he could talk suggestively and see if Luke picked up on it. He didn’t want to fuck up his sport scholarship though so that’s why he watched Luke’s reaction closely because he couldn’t afford to be wrong if he decided to hit on Luke. Unfortunately, Luke didn't react to Jason's half naked body. He just instructed him to remove the towel. step on the scale and told him that he’ll be getting his measurements and he has to check his testicles. “Wha…ohhhh ok” Jason said and tried not to act surprised. He dropped his towel and stood there in his jock while Luke got down to measure his waist. His nose is less than an inch away from Jason's bulge but still seem professional and uninterested in Jason's body. He quickly measured Jason's chest, waist, arms and thighs. While down there, he reached for Jason's balls and juggle them around a few times. Jason caught offguard softly let out a moan but he quickly silent himself but his dick grow larger and harder quickly and there was nothing he could do about it but watch it grew. He panicked a little. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I couldn't help it” His said to Luke while looking down at his fully erected dick. His right hand is rubbing the back of his hand, feeling embarrassed and still trying to get rid of all the dirty thoughts that came rushing into his head Luke stood back up and paid no attention to Jason's hard throbbing dick and didn't really acknowledge what Jason said on purpose. “You have to take a flu shot. Which arm is your hitting arm?” He asked “my right” Jason said “What else do I have to do on the list? If you don't mind me asking” Jason said “This is the last thing we have to do". After a long pause while Luke grabbed every he needs, he walked to the left of Jason and asked "This shot is gonna make you feel warm. Anyway... Do you have any plans tonight?” Finally a friendly gesture that Jason has been hoping for. Jason open his mouth and was about to answer but Luke swiftly push the shot in Jason's left arm. Jason felt a rush that he has never felt before. He gasped and couldn't catch his breath.. He tried to breath and gather himself. He looked to his left and noticed Luke took off his lab coat but his bulge was all Jason could focus on. To be continued….

Honestly though, the state consolidation around media has its roots in media consolidation and deregulation being pushed in the 1990s, and doesn't have much to do with Charlie Kirk in actuality. Charlie Kirk was just a symptom of the resulting well poisoning from media deregulation.

Part 3 "Now we're going to take care of your useless cock." Mike opened my chastity device and removed it. The Master said, "Well, well, we have a really pathetic little cock here, a nice Tina dick, just as it should be for a cum whore. It couldn't be much smaller." Mike grabbed my little boy clit, squirted some gel into the piss slit, and pushed the new cage over my cock. The cage was no longer than 1" and had a hollow metal tube that was now pushed really deep into my cock. After a while, I felt something being pushed past my prostate deep inside me. The opening of the tube on the cage was closed with a screw. "It has to be done," said Mark, "otherwise your limp little dick would get everything covered in slime. We've sealed you up for now. Your worthless horny juice will continue to build up, and when the pressure gets too high, it will all empty into your bladder." Just as I was ready, another fucker suddenly stood between my legs. It was Tom, tall, muscular, and dangling between his legs was a huge, low-hanging ballsack with huge balls in it and a thick, fat black cock that was just getting hard. His thick, fat glans was especially noticeable. In a few moments, his cock was rock hard. 11.5 inches of rock-hard stallion cock aimed right at my whore cunt. Mike now pressed two fat crystals of T into his piss slit. The Master now stepped to my side and released one of my wrists from its restraints. He tied my arm with a band, found a vein, and just a few seconds later I felt a prick. "Welcome, my new Tina whore.""Slam you straight with 0.6, then you'll know right away where you belong, you slut." Then he injected the contents of the syringe into my vein. He released the band around my arm and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to take several deep breaths and then a wave of heat ran through my body and my horniness reached an absolute peak. Immediately after the syringe was removed, Tom pulled the huge plug out of my cunt and brutally thrust his cock into my hole. He penetrated me with one thrust, going balls deep. I felt the T in his piss slit deep inside me. Tom fucked me hard with deep, fast, and hard thrusts. "Ah, what a tight, hot, cum-filled tina cum whore cunt," Tom shouted. I felt like I was being split in half, but still I begged my Stallion, "harder, harder, please fuck me harder." Tom increased the pace and hardness of his thrusts, and after 5 minutes, he pumped a fat load of his cum right into my hole. "Don't worry, my little cum whore, I don't need a break and I'm going to fuck a few more loads of my black POZ cum right into your cunt." No sooner said than done, Tom continued to fuck me non-stop, grabbing my nipples hard.

I'm very oral and am always willing to take a hard dick down my throat with no recip needed or even wanted. Hell I had a friend of mine walk in on me on my knees in the bathroom of a bar we were at, sucking off a guy I had just met there. Wasn't the first time either.

Be really careful. At one time, I "kept" a cumdump for a few years. The 'cumdump" part was glorious - but he had a little secret (drugs) that he managed to keep from me for quite a while. While it's not my business who takes what, it does become my business when they live in my house. Things went missing when I wasn't around (apparently tricks with sticky fingers), and the drug addiction made him more and more unreliable. A ton of fun while it lasted, it didn't end badly - but it did end. Just be sure you know who the guy really is.

Ok, so my thoughts, and bear in mind my own political stance. I agree with you that consultants dragged them down and I don't think they've done the reckoning on "why" they lost. They seemed to get the voters they always have, albeit less than previously, the swing states all moved right, and they banked on the same policies that didn't connect with voters. When inflation is critically high and employment is sagging -- which the adjusted numbers showed around 2 million fewer jobs created -- voters care more about kitchen table issues and less about trans-rights or far left ideology. That didn't land as they expected. And in "the significance of the passage of time", Kamala's word salads didn't do her favors. I think she underestimated voters. We've had diverse cabinets under both Biden and Trump, so I'm not buying that voters cared about Buttigieg's bedroom preferences. We have a current Treasury secretary who is gay and people don't care. Let's see how Winsome Sears does in the Virginia governor's race and then we can conjecture on how people feel about a black woman. But I think she doesn't give much credit to the American voters and the excerpt from her sounds...well, pretty bigoted. My thoughts on your list. Shapiro - I honestly didn't think he wanted to run in '24 on a VP ticket and probably would wait until '28 or '32 for his turn. I suspect he saw the mess it became and decided to stay away. He'd be a great candidate. Honest. I actually like him. Wes Moore - no opinion. Buttigieg - East Palestine, Ohio and being a lackluster mayor of South Bend, IN will probably come back to haunt him, fairly or not. Pritzker - his record as governor of Illiniois is too assailable. Crime is a huge problem in Chicago, and he and Brandon are ignoring his citizens' own pleas for help. High taxes and dwindling population don't do him any favors. He's also another big billionaire, so it's a glass house for him to avoid throwing stones. Whitmer - polished, but is Michigan doing that well? Asking for a friend. 😉 Newsom - oh boy! Make America California Again? If Pritzker was assailable, Newsom is style over substance. LA and SF both have crime and homeless crises that aren't changing despite their solutions; taxes are outrageous and causing outward flight like Illinois; the Palisades Fire was a complete mess, exacerbated by hydrants that didn't work and subsequent bureaucracy that seems to be holding residents' land from redevelopment to become potential low-income housing? If I were a swing voter, I don't think I'd be sold. AOC - tell me what she's actually doing other than cultivating sound bites for the 24-hour news cycle. Has she done anything for her district? Oh yeah! She chased Amazon's HQ2 away from considering NYC. RFK Jr. - I don't think Dems are appreciating his efforts in HHS and are being sold on the notion of him being an anti-vaxxer and conspiracy theorist that they're not hearing the efforts to remove chemicals from our food so we're closer to Europe than DuPont or Monsanto. Plus, the Democrats locked him out of any potential primaries in '24, so no love lost for the party from his view, especially after serving in the Trump administration. Tulsi Gabbard - I like Tulsi. She's smart, polished, competent, and she left the Democratic Party complaining that they've left most voters behind and is now a Republican. She'd be a great candidate. But I don't think the Dems would have her.

Chapter 11: Shift Change Emergency Department, Clearbrook University Medical - Steighn Research Building. 0647 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX “So, Mr. Henderson, general surgery will be coming up to see you later this morning once we get you admitted upstairs to discuss the procedure to extract the item. One of the nurses will be in to take you and your wife upstairs. Any questions?” Trevor asked, adjusting his glasses as he spoke while leaning back against the counter of the small private emergency room, his arms folded across his chest. The couple, still embarrassed, were unable to look him in the eye as he spoke. The husband shifted uncomfortably in the bed, wincing with each movement. “Okay, well, like I said, please make sure that you use something with a base next time so we can avoid this happening again in the future. You both have a good morning,” Trevor said, standing up and tiredly trudged out of the room. Walking into the doctors’ station behind the counter across from the room, he flopped down in the chair, tossing his stethoscope on the desk next to the monitor. Leaning back, he slowly rubbed his face, struggling to stay awake. “Katie is getting ready to take the Hendersons up to 5 East, can you work on the discharge? Also, pharmacy is on the line for room 11 about a possible drug interaction,” Maggie, the older charger nurse, said, walking in and placing a hot cup of coffee and a small packet of aspirin on the table. “Thanks…” Trevor said, slowly sitting back up with a groan before tapping his badge on the reader next to the screen. After a few clicks, he took a quick sip of the steaming cup and let out a happy groan before working on the discharge and admission order for Mr. Henderson. “Any luck on your treasure hunt?” Maggie said, snickering as she flopped on the old, worn couch across from the computer desks. “I am not paid enough to go spelunking in a fifty-year-old man’s ass for two different dildos. I’ll leave that gift for the boys and girls upstairs in gen surg. I swear… who in their right mind thinks it's a good idea to try and get one stuck toy out by shoving another one up there after it?” “Hey, at least they didn’t try to use one of those grabber things as well. That’s what the night shift yesterday had stuck in a guy,” Dr. Marsden, one of the residents said, turning around and joining the conversation. “I swear… the fascination of putting random things up your butt will never cease to amaze me…” Maggie said, shaking her head as she got up. “And it's always the married couple or straight man who gets curious.” “I would kill my husband if he made me come to the ER with him for something like that,” Trevor said, giving his head a slight shake as he spoke. "That reminds me! How is Eli? Are you both enjoying married life?” Maggie said, getting up and stretching. “He’s off on a work thing,” Trevor said, smiling as his mind drifted to the extremely fun roll in bed they’d had a few days before, taking turns breaking in their marital bed. “I know that look…. Someone got busy…” James, another of the nurses, said as he walked in carrying a large box. “Donut day, everyone! Want one?” The large bear of a man opened the box to display its contents. Holding up his hand, Trevor gave a slight shake of his head, watching as the other people in the room grabbed one. “Hey, did we hear anything about that call for Fire and EMS over to that big genetics lab?” Trevor asked, clicking submit on the electronic charting system with a large flourish, glad to finally be finished with all his patients. Forty-seven patients in twelve hours. The infectious disease specialist part of him was surprised by the numerous cases of a strange new respiratory bug going around, suspecting that the flu season was going to be especially active this year. Otherwise, a lot of cuts, broken toes from late-night trips to the bathroom, four different behavioral complaints, and to finish the night, two foreign bodies in the rectum. Part of him felt bad for the x-ray techs in radiology, knowing that he’d likely flooded them with orders all night. He’d have to remind himself to buy them dinner on his next shift as a thank you for them keeping up with his ordering frenzy. “Jennings mentioned something about part of the highway being shut down for it, but all quiet so far,” Dr. Marsden said, typing away at her computer. “Glad it's becoming a DSO.” “DSO?” Trevor asked, unsure if he even wanted to know what the acronym meant. “Day-shift opportunity,” Marsden said, smiling wickedly as she spoke. “We wouldn’t want them complaining we left all our problems for them.” “No… we really wouldn’t,” Trevor said, smiling and yawning. “Well, if you all have it handled, I’m going to go grab my things from the locker room and try to beat the rush hour traffic. Need me for anything on shift change rounds, Mag?” “Nah, waiting room is pretty much cleared out and now we’re just waiting for the go ahead to take the stragglers upstairs. Go home and rest, and I’ll see you tonight for the real fun to begin,” Maggie said, rubbing her neck. “What do you mean by ‘real fun’…” Marsden said, turning her chair to speak with Maggie as Trevor grabbed his stethoscope, coffee and aspirin, and walked towards the locker room. “Halloween,” Trevor could hear James answer, chuckling ghoulishly as he spoke. “This must be your first one in the ER. Expect things to get really wild tonight.” Yawning again, Trevor tapped his badge to the door and quickly grabbed his backpack from his locker, numbly shoving his stuff in the bag and slowly began the long trudge to the employee parking garage, following the various staff through the halls as shift change went into full swing, coming behind a small group of people, he listened in as they spoke, smiling. “The guy was such a whiny brat,” one of the girls said. “I mean, he and his wife were the ones to put two monster toys up there and get them stuck. If you can’t handle the meat, stay out of the kitchen.” “It’s ‘heat’. And yeah… use a base, my guy…” the male of the group said, yawning and looking behind him at Trevor. “Oh, hey Dr. Bing- I mean Kade. Keep forgetting that. Heading home, too?” Smiling, Trevor gave a small, tired nod at the group. “Yep. Time to go home and sleep. Don’t bring anything tonight for dinner, guys,” Trevor said, following the group as they walked and chatted. “I owe you all for keeping up on the orders tonight.” “Oh my god, you are just the best!” one of the radiology technologists said, smiling at Trevor as they walked, waiting in line at the time clock. “No, you guys are, can’t do it without you,” Trevor beamed. “Just find me tonight and let me know what you all want to order. Seriously. My treat.” Walking off as the time card chimed after tapping his badge, Trevor pulled out his phone taking a quick peek at his drive home, noticed the massive traffic jam on the highway, and opted instead on taking the surface streets. “Omg… I swear, so unfair he plays for the other team…” he could just barely make out one of the girls in the group saying. “Daddy Kade can destroy me. The things I would do to that man…” “He’s got a husband, Rachel,” the male said, laughing as he spoke. “And a pretty hot one at that. And I’m sure he probably does all that and more. Girl… You wouldn’t stand a chance.” “He can join in as far as I’m concerned,” Rachel said as Trevor just shook his head as the elevator doors closed, silencing the cackling laughter from the girls in the group as the elevator silently glided down into the basement parking garage. Stepping off the elevator, Trevor walked over to his car, wordlessly tossing his bag into the trunk area before getting into his car, letting the silence wash over him. The stark contrast from the constant busy hum of the emergency room was refreshing in his mind, glad that the grueling twelve-hour shift was finally over. Starting up his car, he quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket, typing out a quick text to Elias. Hey babe. On my way home. Hope the mission is going ok. Listening as the phone dinged, the message successfully sent, Trevor tossed it into the cupholder on the center console, turning the radio on and pulling out of the garage. His car quietly glided on the still thankfully sparsely-populated streets, as the announcer on the radio droned on with the morning news. “Traffic is still snarled on Interstate 276, with several fire and police on scene near Sterling Creek. Better take another route if you need to go by that part of the highway. Delays are currently sitting at over a half an hour, and DOT officials are still getting back to us on when the road may be cleared. In other news, representatives from the local employer Helixion Genetics as well as with a spokesperson with the military will be holding a press briefing shortly on the continuing sit-” Turning the radio station, Trevor slowly started tapping on his steering wheel and humming along with the catchy synth beat of some 80s song as he settled into the now long drive through the suburbs. — Pulling up to his building, Trevor pressed the ignition button of his car and sat in silence, glad to finally be home as he relaxed for a moment. Grabbing his phone, he checked to see if Elias had replied, only slightly dejected as there was no reply yet. “Probably still on the mission without a signal or something,” Trevor said to himself, putting the phone back in his pocket, before getting out of the car and stretching his tired muscles. Deciding that it could wait until later, Trevor left his backpack in the car, locking the doors and walking up to the doors of their apartment building. Pacing around the door, a rather preppy looking guy in really short bright pink shorts and an old cut off t-shirt kept looking in the door. “Sorry, do you need in? Forgot your keys?” Trevor asked, pulling his set out and unlocking the door and holding it open expectantly. The man suddenly looked at Trevor, an almost feverish look on his face, a light sheen of sweat on it somewhat out of place in the cool autumn morning air. An odd expression spread across the man’s face as he took in who was talking to him. “Oh… no… I uh…. No. I’m good. Was hoping to catch someone. I’ll just… go….” the man said, stumbling on his words nervously. Concerned, Trevor pulled out his phone and unlocked it. “Need me to call someone for you? See if they’re still home?” Trevor asked, wondering idly at the man’s strange actions. “NO! I…. No. I’m good,” the man said, rubbing his hands on his sides. “I shouldn’t have come here.” Suddenly, the man raced off. Shrugging his shoulders, Trevor walked in and quickly climbed the few flights of stairs up to the apartment, making quick work of the lock to the apartment door and shut it behind him. Glad to finally be home, he tossed his keys in the small bowl on the table next to the door, immediately recognizing the sound of soft snoring coming from the living room. Poking his head in, he watched the blond man snoring soundly on his couch. “Apparently the mission must have been cancelled or something,” Trevor softly said to himself, quickly going to the hallway closet and pulling out a pillow and blanket, lifting Tobias’ head and pushing the pillow hard underneath it, before quickly draping the blanket over the man’s body. Smiling, he quietly walked into the bedroom and looked as Elias’s muscular form rolled over, the lights all turned on in the room. Elias's boxers strained against a prominent erection. Trevor snorted softly as he moved quietly around the room, gathering Elias's discarded gym clothes and turning off the lights. Grabbing the thin throw blanket from the chair in the corner, he tossed it over Elais’s sleeping form before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Frowning, he pulled back and gently placed a hand on Elais’s forehead, noticing the heat from his husband’s body before even placing the hand down. There was a slight sheen of sweat on the expanse of skin. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed a small glass off the counter and filled it with tap water, grabbing a few Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet before walking back into the room. “Hey babe, take these,” he said, running his hand through Elias’s damp hair, causing him to stir slightly. Elias opened his eyes blearily, looking confused. “Trev? What are you doing here? You should be at home…” Elais asked, his voice deep and gravely, making Trevor feel even more concerned his normally healthy husband was really coming down with something. “Shhh… just take these pills and go back to sleep, okay?” Trevor whispered gently, grabbing his wrist and feeling Elias’s heartbeat racing just under the skin. Slowly, Elias opened his mouth. Trevor quickly put two of the tablets in his mouth and held the glass of water to his lips, feeling satisfied as Elias quickly gulped the water down and with a sigh, flopped his head back on the bed. As quietly as he could, Trevor walked over to the dresser, pulling out a few pairs of sweatpants and t-shirts, and after changing out of his scrubs, dropping his now-wrinkled scrubs on top of Elias’s sweaty gym clothes in the hamper. He then exited the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him. Slowly walking into the kitchen, Trevor rummaged around in the fridge, pulling out some supplies to make breakfast. Bacon and eggs sounds really good right now. Good thing we went shopping. As he cooked, he smiled as he heard the man in the living room slowly wake up with a start, snorting out of the snore suddenly. “I left you a pair of clothes to change into if you want,” Trevor said aloud, listening to the groaned reply. “I made you and Elais a plate as well in here, if he’s hungry when he wakes up,” Trevor said. “What… no sausage? And you call yourself a proper wife?” was the only reply from the living room. “You’re lucky I made you anything,” Trevor replied, rolling his eyes as he walked towards the guest bathroom. “Keep it up, and all you’ll get is a dry piece of toast. I’m going to go shower off all the hospital.” —- Elias woke up with a start, rocketing up in bed and drenched in sweat, his heart pounding as he took a few gasps of air. At first, he thought he was still down in the basement of Building 3, crashing through the door with his fellow men as they escaped and raced through the forest outside the building. The voice in his head kept telling him to infect, to recruit. Fragments of jumbled scenes raced through his head, and his cock hardened at some of the memories… A cock in his mouth, being fucked by several of the huge monsters, even fucking a few of his team members himself. However, the memories felt foreign, like he was watching them through other people’s eyes. Groggily, he got up, shambling over to the faucet in the bathroom before turning on the tap and gulping down more cold water, cupping a handful and splashing it on his face in hopes of waking himself up more. Slowly, he finally felt like he was more awake and looked at himself in the mirror. A light sheen of sweat still covered his body, now feeling refreshingly cool on his form as he looked at his muscles. He could swear he looked even more muscular than before; the few problem areas on his body where fat had started to set in as he got older now melted away. Even his muscles looked somewhat bigger than normal, forcing his veins to look more prominent. It gave him a more toned look, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the look and started giving a small flex in the mirror. Looking at his face, gone now was the almost sickly grey pallor of his skin, now back to its normal golden glow, his eyes looking seemingly normal, if not still a little glossy, like he had finally broken a fever after being sick. After how off he felt the night before, he suddenly felt great, feeling a rush of energy coursing through his veins. His hearing, normally decent, felt almost superpowered, being able to hear someone moving around in his apartment. Looking around in the bedroom, he noticed that his previously strewn-about gym clothes were now placed in the hamper, underneath a pair of rumpled black scrubs. Even from across the room, he could smell the antiseptic on the clothing, as well as the faint whiff of cologne and deodorant, and the smell that could only be described as his husband’s scent. He could even make out the smell of his own sweat, feeling himself get hard as the odor of sex also mixed in with it. Thinking back, he could remember going to the gym and feeling out of it, even seeing some muscular guy working out, and meeting some new person and working out. The memories felt jumbled though, and he found himself struggling to remember the order of the events. Everything after working out on the treadmill was a blank however, even his supposed walk home. No matter how hard he tried, Elias simply could not clearly remember what happened. The sound of someone moving around in the kitchen reached his ears, almost deafening in the silence of the apartment, making his ears somewhat ring. He could hear muffled talking, clearly making out the tone and cadence of Trevor’s voice, the sound bringing a smile to his face as he let the blanks in his memory fade away. Walking silently into the kitchen, he watched as his husband was bent over, rummaging around in the fridge, ass swaying in the air almost like an invitation to fuck. Licking his lips, Elais quickly got behind him, giving a hard smack on the ass before reaching around and squeezing the man’s waist towards him, grinding playfully his now hard and throbbing cock in the asscrack, only a thin layer of clothing separating them. “OH SHIT!!!” Tex’s voice rang out instead, shocked and surprised at the sudden intrusion into his personal space. “WRONG BROTHER, MAN! WRONG BROTHER!” Confusion flooded Elias’ brain for half a second before looking down and indeed seeing that underneath him, head still in the refrigerator, was not his loving husband, but instead his husband’s twin and Elais’ own best friend and coworker Tex. Elais stared dumbly at the scene in front of his eyes, his brain trying to process everything. “Any time you want to let me out of the fridge would be great, man,” Tex said, his hands gripping the edges of the fridge door opening for stability. “As much as I appreciate a fun good morning hug as anyone else, Elias, you might put my brown eye out with that thing…” Shuffling back in horror, Elias bumped hard into the counter behind him, his eyes wide as he looked around the room, seeing the discarded blanket and pillow on the couch, papers and a government-issued laptop on the table. “Oh…. oh shit… Tex… I’m so, SO sorry… I thought…” Elias said, his heart pounding in his chest, this time from the sheer shock and embarrassment of what had just happened. Trevor suddenly walked into the room, wearing a nearly identical pair of pants and a loose shirt, toweling off the water from his hair. “What are you sorry about?” Trevor asked, confusion in his voice as he watched the two men in the kitchen staring at each other with equally red faces. “Just, you know, a simple case of mistaken identity. Glad to see you both still have a healthy sex life even in your marital years,” Tex said, laughing as he pointed down at Elais’ groin, still hard as a rock even with all the confusion. “About to play out a scene from some cheesy porno and ask step bro for help getting out of the fridge.” “Oh my god, Toby, that is wrong on so many levels,” Trevor said, laughing as he spoke. “Besides, we both know that you're the straight and less good-looking of the two of us. Morning, babe.” Embarrassed, Elias stormed out of the room, rushing back into the bedroom and slamming the door shut in the process. He slumped down on the bed, his breaths short and fast as he began to process the scene from the kitchen in his head again. A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts as the door quietly opened and Trevor stepped into the room, softly closing it behind him. “Everything okay, Eli?” Trevor asked, softly shuffling across the carpet floor and taking a seat beside Elias, putting his hand to his forehead. “Good to see the fever you had finally broke. Weird seeing you get sick.” “Trev, I am so…. SO sorry. I thought he was you. He even had your pants on. How bad is it?” Elias asked, shame flooding his mind. “I swear… I wouldn’t have even thought of doing that if I didn’t think it was you.” Trevor gave a small snort, looking back at the door before turning his attention back at Elias. “Oh, he’s absolutely loving it, the little attention whore. He’s even now referring to himself as the sexy twin, so good luck getting him to let you off easy for it. But yeah… otherwise, he’s fine,” Trevor said, snickering at his brother’s words. “How about you? You looked like a deer in headlights and went flying out of there. Are YOU okay?” Breed him and the brother. Add them to our ranks. Make them ours. NOW. Elias jumped, looking around the room for a second, trying to find the source of the voice in his ear. A slight ringing in his ears and a small headache began to form in his head, causing Elias to groan slightly. “Babe… seriously, is everything okay? You look like you're still a bit off,” Trevor asked, running his hands through Elias’ hair. Suddenly, Elias found himself forcefully pinning Trevor down on the bed, kissing and sucking on the man’s neck hungrily. “Oh…. oh wow…” Trevor said, his voice sounding slightly dazed as the fast moment, enjoying the feeling of Elias’ lips on his neck, working the spot Elias knew would drive him wild. “Oh… god, right there. We got to stop. My brother is still here, and we both know he’d never let us live this down.” NO! TAKE HIM NOW! The mysterious voice caused Elias to stop what he was doing, looking around briefly for its source. “What’s wrong, babe?” Trevor asked, his pupils seemingly blown open with desire. “Don’t you hear that?” Elias whispered, his headache getting worse by the second. “What? You mean Toby?” Trevor said, smiling at Elias with a happy but confused look on his face. Suddenly, visions of his gym’s locker room, looking down as he was fucking some random person over a bench flooded Elais’s brain. The memory of Elias’s hookup in the gym came crashing down like an avalanche in his mind. Last night wasn’t a dream. I… I cheated on Trevor. What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?! Getting up suddenly, Elias raced to the bathroom, retching dryly into the toilet. GO BACK AND TAKE WHAT’S OURS! NOW! Clenching his teeth, Elais mentally pushed the source of the voice away from him, his mind screaming as he felt like his brain was being shoved into what could only be described as a glass box. NO! YOU… YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD. NOW! The headache quickly began to subside, as well as the wave of nausea. A cool hand slowly rubbed his neck comfortingly, mumbling comforting words. “Breathe, babe… just take in some deep breaths,” Travor’s voice said soothingly as he gently began to rub Elias’ back in small circles. Finally feeling the last bit of nausea and pain in his head disappear, Elias let his head rest on the cold toilet seat. “I should call your work and tell them you can’t come in today,” Trevor said, his voice sounding concerned as he got up and started to walk towards the bedroom, likely to grab his phone. “NO!” Elias said, grabbing Trevor’s hand in a panic. “Just… No. You can’t. Your brother can probably explain it better than me, but as far as you're concerned, you can’t say that you’ve seen either of us.” “Ooooo….kay…” Trevor replied, likely even more confused from the way his voice sounded to Elias, rubbing his wrist where Elias had grabbed it in a panic. “Well, I’ll go talk to him, I guess. Why don’t you take a shower? Maybe you’ll feel a bit better after?” Nodding silently, Elias waited until Trevor left the room, before finally shucking off his boxers and stepping under the warm spray of the shower head, letting his mind empty as the jets of water slowly worked at the tension in his shoulders. Finally, he grabbed the soap, working it into a lather and began to clean his entire body, feeling dirty both mentally and physically as his mind drifted back to the previous night’s events. The monsters. The strange way his team had acted. His mind flashed towards the hookup in the gym, how he’d acted so out of character. His face flushed at the memory of his random hookup with… Tim, was it? It felt like someone was in control of him the entire time, his brain unable to stop anything happening like he was just along for the ride. He slammed his fist on the tiled wall, the sound of tiles groaning and threatening to crack causing him to jump. Suddenly, he remembered the slice on his arm, shocked at how normal it felt. Touching the bandage apprehensively, he frowned, expecting it to sting under his careful touch. Oddly, though, the area felt fine. He slowly removed it, shocked to find the cut completely healed, only a thin white scar in its place, feeling slightly numb and looking lighter and almost grey compared to the skin around it. “I could have sworn that it was going to need stitches,” Elias whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the spray of the shower. “How is it already healed?” Perplexed, he finished his shower in a rush, and shut off the water, the dripping sound of the water on the tile echoing loudly in the space. He could make out the sound of his husband and brother-in-law chatting in the other room. Elias knew the apartment was cheaply built, but was shocked he never noticed how thin the walls had to be in order to hear the muffled sounds of the men’s voices. Toweling himself off, he took another look at himself in the mirror, now fully naked and wide awake. He could swear he looked more muscular, with barely any body fat left on his normally fit body. His veins looked to be bigger and more prominent, like he’d just been working out. Even his cock and balls looked bigger, definitely looking almost an inch longer, and his balls handing lower and looking fuller somehow. Unnerved, he tossed the towel over the shower curtain rod, and walked into the bedroom, grabbing a t-shirt and gym shorts. Again, he frowned, realizing that the clothes definitely were fitting tighter than before, his muscled chest now filling the shirt and looking almost snug, his legs just barely fitting in the holes of the boxers, his ample cock and balls filling the space more than before. Something is very definitely different about me, he decided, before finally walking out of the bedroom and towards the two brothers sitting on the couch.

Part 2 I moaned loudly. Without mercy, he pounded deep into my ass until I could feel his body against mine. His low-hanging balls slapped against mine. "What a hot fuck hole" he moaned loudly. Without giving me a break, he pulled his cock out again up to the glans and pushed it deep inside me again. He only said briefly to Mike "Call the others, tell them there's a hot cunt to fuck and breed here". He fucked me hard and powerful for at least half an hour without mercy. Then he grabbed me and simply lifted me up, his cock still deep in my cunt. He took three steps, his cock slipping even deeper inside me, and put me in a sling. Mike was immediately on the spot and tied my ankles and wrists to the sling. "The reinforcements will be here in 10 minutes," he said. "Then we should let the pig fly a little better," the Master replied and I saw him disappear again with a needleless syringe between my ass. "This time you'll get a really fat booty bump, my horny bitch" and I could already feel him squirting the contents of the syringe deep into my ass. It burned like fire again and just a few moments later I was overcome by another wave of absolute sexual desire. "Well, do you need something in your ass?" said the master. "Then ask me and I'll fuck your brains out of your skull". I just couldn't help myself and said "Fuck me, squirt your juice into my cunt, fuck my brains out". The master didn't need to be told twice and with a brutal, powerful, deep thrust he plunged his huge cock deep into my cunt. He fucks me with maximum force. Whenever he closed, the sling came towards his cock so that he fucked deeper and deeper into me. He had long been through my second muscle. After 5 minutes, he moaned loudly and said "Come on cunt, ask for my cum. Do you want to feel my toxic cum deep in your cunt? I'll squirt my whole charged load deep into your hole. From now on you're my fuck cunt and you'll let anyone I want to fuck you." "Yes, please shoot your cum deep inside my cunt!" I screamed across the room. Just a few seconds later, I felt his cock continue to inflate in my cunt and he started to cum deep inside me. Seven, eight, nine, ten times I felt his cock contracting and squirting cum deep inside me. "Can you feel me filling your cunt with my spunk? When my buddies get here, we'll really send you into orbit and then you'll get one poz load after another squirted into your cunt." With that he pulled his still hard cock out of my ass. Mike had already been waiting for it and as soon as the cock was out of my ass he pushed a really fat and quite long plug into me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the black plug was completely covered in white powder, so I wasn't surprised that as soon as it was in my hole, it burned and I got even hornier.

I mean, most gay men earned their stripes the old fashioned way, as is the case with STDs. I am pretty much open about my status, except for work. Some people get antsy because they’re ignorant, and don’t know that a massage can’t transmit the virus. Other than that, pretty much everyone I fuck is Poz.

I use them to lubricate my throat!!

Mistaken Identity Chapter 1 – Two Brothers Nate always worshipped his older brother Alan. The two were inseparable growing up. They were close in age, being just 1 year apart. They looked exactly alike and were often mistaken as twins. They were both 5’ 11, dirty blonde, blue eyed, with a swimmer’s build. They were each other’s best friend and were each other’s confidant. Everything seemed to change once Alan turned 18, started college, and started hanging with a completely different scene of people. Alan started to feel distant to Nate. Alan had become secretive and would spend most of his time away from his brother and other family. Nate had assumed this was a result of his older brother coming out as gay. Or rather trying to stay in the closet to the family. He had told his brother that he was gay years ago and Nate took the news quite well. They were unsure how the rest of the family would take the news, so they kept it to themselves. This had previously help strengthen their relationship. Nate was unsure why his older brother was keeping him at such a distance. This distance grew as they aged to the point that Nate had turned 18 and Alan was now 19. They both lived at home but Alan never seemed to have time for Nate anymore. Nate had decided to play detective and spy on his older brother. He would steal glances at text messages when he could and linger just out of sight to listen to pieces of conversations. He heard a lot about partying and assumed that his brother had new friends that drank all the time. He even caught a message on his brother’s phone talking about a party coming up that coming weekend. He looked over from behind his brother and caught the response. Alan had responded that it was a perfect weekend because his parents were going to be out of town for the whole week so they would have plenty of time to recover. The weekend came and Mom and Dad left Alan in charge of the house. They said their goodbyes and took off to the airport. Alan turned to his younger brother. A: I am going to take off in a while. Nate you’re old enough to take care of yourself for a few days. I trust you. I’m probably not coming home so you’ll be on your own for the weekend. I’m gonna spend the night with the guys. N: Oh, a party or something? A: Yeah, you can say that. N: I like parties. Can I come with you? A: Ahh, well. I don’t think it’s really your scene. N: You know I’m ok with dudes with dudes. That’s not my thing but being around gay guys doesn’t matter to me. A: That’s not what I meant. It’s just not that place to bring your little brother along. Maybe next time, bro. He set his phone down absent mindedly and left to his bathroom to go shower. Alan disappeared and Nate could hear the shower start. He knew he had a few minutes before his brother got out of the shower. Nate picked up his brother’s phone and unlocked the screen. He looked at the last couple text messages. There was a time and an address to meet up at. Nate thought this must be where the party is gonna be at? Maybe he should crash the party to see what all the fuss was about. Nate placed the phone back where he had picked it up. He had a plan set in his mind that he would show up at this party and mingle with some of the guys to show his brother that he was cool enough for his friends. He would show up early before his brother was planning on showing up (according to his texts) and try to be the coolest guy at the party. He ran up and jumped in the other bathroom to shower himself. He got out of the shower and picked out his “coolest outfit” to try and impress the guys at the party. He hoped that he wasn’t dressing too straight. He really wanted to fit in. These guys were obviously important to his brother, so he wanted to make sure they liked him. He picked out pants, shirt, and a pair of teal boxers for the party. He put the boxers on and left the other clothing on his bed. He threw on some basketball shorts and walked out to the living room. Nate was sitting on the living room couch watching tv, waiting for his brother to zoom past him on his way out. Alan came out wearing a shirt and some jeans. Nate thought that he looked very laid back for a party and began second guessing his choice of clothes he had picked out. Alan’s phone rang and he started a conversation in the kitchen just within earshot of his little brother. A: yeah I’m leaving now. I wanna get some favors to show up with. Yeah, I know I don’t have to bring anything but I don’t wanna be a mooch. I have a guy I’m gonna hit up and then I’ll be along. Shouldn’t take me that long. I should still be there before 9 pm. That’s plenty of time. Yeah I know you can’t wait. I can’t wait either. Alan hung up his phone and walked back into the living room. A: Okay little bro. I’m going to head out. You know I’m trusting you to keep yourself safe while I’m gone. Text me if any emergency pops up, I have no idea when I’ll be checking my phone because the music will be really loud. But don’t worry, I’ll get back to you when I can. Okay, I’ll probably see you on Sunday or Monday if I’m hung over. We good? N: Yeah, we good. Have fun. And just like that, Alan walked out of the house and drove off into the night. Nate looked at his phone. It was 7:30 pm and his brother said he would show up around 9 pm. He had to hurry to make his window. He ran upstairs and throws on the jeans he had out on his bed. He changed his mind on the shirt he picked out. It was too dressy. His brother’s look was relaxed and he wanted to dress the same vibe. He threw on a plain black shirt. He picked up his phone and ordered an uber. The driver was close so he ran down to the front of the house. He locked up and jumped into the uber when it arrived. Chapter 2 – Crashing the Party Nate arrived at the address he had gotten from his brother’s phone. He must be early because there wasn’t that many cars on the street. The house seemed very nice and it seemed to be a mostly quiet neighborhood. He remembered that his brother said he had plenty of time. The others must be showing up around 9 pm or later like his brother was. He looked at his phone and it was 8:10 pm. Nate was nervous that he might be too early but knew he had to get there before his brother did or his plan would be ruined. Nate swallowed his fear and walked up to the door. He rang the doorbell. A tall black man answered the door with a smile and without a word, ushered the 18 year old inside the house. The door shut and the man turned to the teen. M: I’m glad you came. And early too. Welcome back to Casa de Marcus. I hope your stay will be as comfortable as last time. N: oh no, my brother Alan is showing up later. I’m Nate. I just came to see how fun Alan’s parties are. If that is alright with you? Marcus thought to himself – Nate huh. This little snow bunny is role playing his first time. That’s cute. Okay, I can play along. M: Well the Nate. Come on in. Make yourself comfortable on my couch. Marcus ushers Nate to his couch. They both sit down and Marcus stares down the teen for a moment. A nervous Nate gulps. N: Umm. I hope you don’t mind having a straight guy crash your party. M: oh, that is quite alright. We love it when straight guys join us for our parTys. Oh where are my manners. Would you like a drink to get the night started. Nate thinks he is talking about an alcoholic drink. He thinks about it for a moment before answering. N: Umm, sure. If you don’t mind. I just need to finish it before Alan shows up. I don’t know how he would feel seeing me drink. Marcus gets up from the couch and walks into his kitchen. While he waits for his host, he looks around the house, taking in all that he can see. He thinks to himself – this is cozy. Must be a small gathering. I thought it would be a wild party but it still is early. Marcus returns with 2 glasses of coke. He hands one of the glasses to Nate. M: I made it the same as last time you. Oh wait, that way that Alan likes it. N: Thank you. Nathan took a drink of the coke. He assumed it was a rum and coke but has never drank any alcohol before, so he thinks the taste of G is the taste of alcohol. He thinks it’s just a strong drink but doesn’t want to be seen as a prude. N: oh wow. He gulps down half of the drink and holds off another drink for a moment. Marcus views the gulping as a sign of eagerness on his part. M: Did you want another drink? N: Not right now, maybe in a bit. I’m still working on this one. Nate gulps down the last of the drink and gives the empty glass to his host. M: Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and we can get the parTy started in a little while. But go ahead and put something on the tv. The remote it there on the coffee table. The cable is HDMI 1 and the porn is on HDMI 2. Nate innocently thought he was joking about the porn. He turned the tv to cable was started channel surfing. Marcus gets up and returns to the kitchen. Nate moves to the center of the couch. Marcus returns with another round of drinks. M: here you go little man. I made this one with less and more coke. He was lying through his teeth. He made the drinks with the same generous amount of G as before. Nate, not wanting to be impolite, took the supposedly weaker drink. He gulped it down as before, believing it would help with how nervous he was feeling. Marcus just sat there on the couch next to the teen as he channel searched. It was about 15 minutes later that he noticed the teen starting to melt into the couch. The G was in full effect. Nate looked slightly lethargic and googly eyed. Marcus was caught off guard. The last time Alan was over, he was able to ingest the same amount of G with no problem. He thought maybe it was more of the role playing. Maybe the straight boy needed to be seduced. Marcus moved over to the teen. M: Okay I think it’s time to start the parTy. Marcus pulls out a pipe from his pocket. It is already filled with T in the bulb. It’s already a dry puddle. He pulls out a lighter and lights the bulb. He takes a hit and blows out a cloud. He thinks to himself, lets have fun with this teen’s role playing of a first timer. M: Hey boy, since this is your first time straight man, I’ll help you out. Here, breath in when I tell you too and hold your breath until I say release. Marcus pushes the pipe to Nate’s mouth. He lights the bulb and the smoke starts rising from the bulb. M: okay, now breath in. Good boy. Now hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Okay, now release. Nate blows out a cloud and is cheered on by Marcus. N: That was a lot of smoke. What was that? Was that weed? M: No, something better than weed. N: Is it natural? M: of course. Now take another hit. Nate. Takes 3 more hits before the pipe is put down on the coffee table. Marcus waits until the teen is obviously starting to feel the T. He checks Nate’s eyes and sees that they are like huge black saucers with a thin blue ring. M: Okay, straight boy. Do you feel warm in here? Its warm right? I know you think it’s warm. Before Nate can answer to agree with him, Marcus starts pulling Nate’s shirt off. M: You won’t need this shirt. Nice jeans. You wont need these either. Marcus pulls the jeans right off the teen and whispers in his ear M: (whisper) That’s okay. You don’t need those clothes. You’re in your underwear and I am too. This is when the parTy starts. Some good smoke and showing off some skin. The G is making the teen malleable and the T was making him horny. Nate looks over at Marcus to watch him strip down to a pair of boxers. Marcus then turns the tv to HDMI 2 and starts the porn playing. The moans, even though they are from men, begin to turn Nate on and he starts to fill out his boxers with his semi hard on. Nate realizes he is feeling super relaxed and starting to get a little horny for some unknown reason. He brushed it off on the “alcoholic drink” he had when he arrived. Nate was happy to hear that the party was starting. But he was a bit perplexed that it was still just him and Marcus. Where was everyone else? Oh well, guess they’ll get here when they get here. It’s so cool to show up to a party late, right? He thought that he needs to remember that next time he goes to a party. M: oh damn baby boy. You are looking good in those boxers. Bet you look even better in a jockstrap. N: yeah, I would. I know I have a great ass haha. M: I have a pair you can try on for me. Before everyone else gets here. Nate was super high on the G and Tina. He was game for anything at this point. All his inhibitions seemed to fade away. N: I guess I don’t mind. I mean this is a gay party. When in Rome … M: Cool Alan, I mean Nate. Let’s head over to my bedroom to try them on. Chapter 3 – The Room Marcus ushered Nate into a dimly lite room about twice the size of his own bedroom. Nate looked around and saw a large sofa, a large bed, some kind of swing/harness thing, and a wooden cross in the room. He saw a big screen tv on each wall, all playing the same video playlist as the tv in the living room. Marcus takes Nate over to the couch and sat him down. He walked over to a dresser and brought some items with him which he placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Nate staired down at another weird pipe that he recognized from earlier, a small brown bottle, a bag of some kind of crystals, and a pencil box. Marcus handed a handful of bunched up jockstrap to Nate. Nate still in his mental fog took a moment to realize what Marcus was waiting on. He stood up and dropped his boxers in front of Marcus like he was changing in the locker room. Marcus took in the view of white gold before him. Though the room was dimly lit, he could see the teens white body. It was practically glowing in the dark. Nate took a minute to try and figure how to put the underwear on. This time gave Marcus a good show of the teen’s cut dick. When Nate finally figured it out he turned his back to his host. Marcus got a view of the beautiful teen ass. He just knew the teen was just teasing him waiting for him to lunge at that ass. Then the jockstrap was on and it framed the white boy ass perfectly. Marcus’s boxers were straining, his cock trying to rip through the material. Marcus grabbed up the new pipe and filled it. He took a monster rip and then a second. He handed the pipe over to Nate. M: Do you think you learned how to do it yourself now? N: Yeah, I think I’ve got it. Nate flicked the lighter and started twisting the pipe. Inhale, hold, hold, hold, and then release of a huge cloud. He tried to hand the pipe back to Marcus but he refused. M: Nice hit man. Go ahead and show me how it’s done again. Nate took another huge hit. Exhale. Then another after another. He took 5 good hits and was feeling the greatest he ever felt in his life. Marcus walked toward the teen and grabbed him by the wrist and throws him against the sling. M: This is the best thing in the room. It’s called a sling. Have you ever been in one? Marcus was waiting in anticipation for the answer. He knew that Alan loved being in the sling. But would “Mr. straight guy Nate” like it. Lol the hole role playing thing was making his dick leak precum. A spot of it was collecting in his boxers. N: No never even seen one before. M: Do you wanna try it? It’s super comfortable. The parTy doesn’t really start until someone lays in the sling, you hear me? Nate’s state of super high helped stir his curiosity. N: Sure I’ll try it. I mean, if it starts the party than lets get it started. Marcus picked the boy up and placed him in the sling. The boy’s arms were limp and easy to maneuver. The arms were cuffed above his head with ease. Marcus locked the feet of the fucked up teen. N: Whoooo lets get this party started. M: I couldn’t agree more. Marcus walked over to his light switch and adjusted the lights up a bit. The room became much more clearer. He grabs the pipe and walks over to Nate. He places the pipe to his mouth and lights it for him. M: okay hold it in until I give you the signal, okay? Nate nodded his head. Marcus got between the teen’s legs, dropped his boxers and released his 9 inch dick. Then he fell down to his knees. He starts to count off. M: Okay on 3, 1 … , 2 … Marcus lunges into the teen’s ass and his tongue touches and penetrates the teen’s hole. Nate was totally unprepared for this new feeling. He coughed out the cloud he was saving in his mouth and gasped. N: Omg … what are you doing? M: I’m rimming a perfectly perky ass. You just happen to be tied to it. So sit back and enjoy it. Marcus returned to the teen’s hole and started eating it out. Nate’s mind was spinning. He knew he should be put off by what was happening. He should definitely be deterred from any gay stuff but the shockwaves of pleasure coming from his ass was undeniable. He thought to himself – No wonder my brother comes to these gay parties, he must love feeling this way too. It’s okay, it’s not that gay. It’s not like he was getting anything inside of his ass. Just the tongue was fine. Marcus pulled away and placed a finger at the boy’s entrance. He pushed it forward and it sank right in. A low moan came from the teen. Marcus pushed in a second finger. He was met with more resistance this time. M: Damn Alan – I mean Nate. You weren’t this tight the last time we partied. But that’s okay, I know how to loosen you up. Marcus gets up and goes to his supplies. He comes back with a bottle of lube and a huge shard of T. He pushed his two fingers back into the teen and there was a slight yelp. He pulls back out. N: What are you doing to me. Nate tries to move his arms and legs to push the guy away from him but finally realized he was tied down. The realization sobered him up a bit. N: No, I don’t want this. I’m not gay. I’m straight. I just came for the party. Where is the party? Marcus shoves his wet fingers back into the teen’s hole. Nate yelps again and starts pleading again. Marcus is zoning the teen out. He starts to think that Alan is taking this role playing idea too seriously. But he knows what the bitch wants. He pulls his fingers out. He pours some laced lube on his fingers and return them to the teen. Then he pulls them out only to push them back in, this time with the shard between the fingers. It took some pressure to get past his first ring but Marcus shoved the T deep in the teen. N: omg, that burns. Take them out please. It’s hurting me. Marcus just laughed at the petty pleas. M: Just let it melt and you’ll be feeling great. Nate had started bucking trying to get the fingers out of him but it did nothing. His body finally gave in to the feeling and his body stopped moving about. He let Marcus continue to finger him without any griping. Marcus added a third finger and while it hurt, it was starting to feel really good to Nate. With every push of the fingers, a small moan escaped the teen. Marcus added a fourth finger and there was a brief return of the whimpering. The protests ended relatively fast. M: That’s it baby boy. You know you like this. Miss Tina makes everything feel so damn good. Marcus got up and walked to his dresser and walked back with some scissors and a spray can. He cut the jockstrap off the teen exposing his flaccid 3 inch dick. He sprayed the can of Maximum Impact into the jockstrap. He puts the can down and pushes the jockstrap into Nate’s mouth. He stands right between his legs and pushes the head of his dick into the teen. Nate feels the intrusion at his hole but is starting to fly. The maximum impact fumes making him lightheaded. Marcus pushes the whole length of his dick into the teen in one push. A guttural sound escapes the teen. Marcus stares down at the teen and notices that he is looking back but his eyes lacked any focus. His huge pupils were jet black. It was like he was looking straight through Marcus. M: That’s the look I love from my “first timers”. Oh Alan, you know how to make a guy feel special. A “first timer” and a “straight boy”. Double conversion. Marcus laughs and starts pounding the bottom without any regard to him. Marcus continues to piston fuck the poor teen. Finally after about 20 minutes of anal assault, he was ready to shoot his load. M: you ready for the first load of the night bottom boy. Nate watched him with his blank stair and continued to moan with every thrust. M: Here you go straight boy. Hope you’ll remember this one. Ahhhhhhhhhh Nate felt a wetness build up deep inside of him. Marcus pulled his dick out. Nate felt an emptiness where the dick once was. He felt a sadness that he wasn’t full inside anymore. All he could do was moan with his mouth still filled with jockstrap. The house doorbell rang and Marcus jumped to his feet. He threw on his boxers and grabbed his phone. The time was 9:15 pm. He walked to the door and looked through the eyehole. He opened the door and was astonished to see Alan walk in. A: Hey sorry I’m late. I had to wait on my guy but he hooked me up with some prime stuff. M: How are you here? A: What do you mean? M: You are right here but I just nutted in you. A: Did you start smoking without me? You sound like you have been parTying already. M: Yes, yes I have. I’ve been smoking with you. Hold up, I think I might be going crazy. Marcus turned away and walked straight back to the playroom. Alan was right behind him. Waiting for an explanation for his weird welcome. Marcus points to the sling. M: See you’re already here. Alan can see a hot young guy already in the sling. His face obscured by Marcus standing in the way. Alan’s mouth started to water at the sight. Then he walks around Marcus and sees the shock of his life. The hot young guy in the sling was Nate. A: WTF! How did my younger brother get here? M: Holy shit! I thought it was you. I thought you were role playing as a different guy. I didn’t believe him. A: What did he tell you? M: That he was your brother. He said he was straight but wanted to come for the parTy. He was you. I thought yeah right, a straight guy that needs to be seduced. Cool game. A: WTF. WTF. WTF. How did he even know about this? M: I don’t know but he did know because he was waiting for you. Alan pulls the jockstrap out of his brother’s mouth. He smacks Nate on the cheek a bit to get him to focus. A: Nate. What are you doing here? N: I wanted to hang out with you at a party. The weed made me hot so my clothes… Alan turns to Marcus. A: Weed? M: He asked if the T was weed and I said it was better than weed. Alan turned back to his brother. Nate was trying his best to concentrate on talking. N: The smoke was so good. The dick hurt a bit but it was starting to feel good. You can’t tell anyone about that though. Can we smoke some more? M: See at least he enjoyed himself. I’m so fucking sorry Alan. I really did think he was you. A: I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe you made my brother into a chem whore. M: And he is asking for more. More T and more dick haha. But no more G. Damn he drank a lot of G. I’m surprised he is still awake hahaha. I thought he had your tolerance. A: Damn, I don’t now about giving him more. M: The hard dick in your pants says otherwise. Alan looked down to see his dick was hard as can be in his jeans. A: Okay, but if we go forward with this, we go hard. Break out the points. Chapter 4 – Point of No Return Marcus and Alan walked over to where the parTy supplies were on the coffee table. Alan pulled out a big bag of T. A: Go ahead and use this stuff first. I told you it’s prime stuff. I smoked a bowl with my dealer and it got me horny as can be just sitting there. It’s got that good chem taste. Mmmm. I couldn’t wait to get here. Marcus disappeared and reappeared with a bottle of water. He started to prepare the points with the T. M: How good of a shot should I make for him? A: Make him a beginner dosage for me please. M: Aight. No problem. Alan turned away to stare at his younger brother still hanging there in the sling, looking hot as fuck. Marcus thought to himself – he says baby dose with his mouth but his dick says slut dose. He then prepares three really potent shots. He hands the first and a torniquet to Alan. Alan releases one of the arms and wraps around his brother’s bicep. A: Don’t worry little brother. You’re gonna like this more than smoking. Believe me, it is way better. Don’t you wanna feel good? Nate nodded his head. Alan found a vein and stuck his brother with the needle. It registered and then plunge. A: Now don’t worry. You’re going to feel like you can’t catch your breath. Believe me when I say you can, just slow down and breath. And hold your arm above your head. Alan removed the tourniquet and the teen started coughing up a storm. His arm dangling upwards. Alan reached behind the teen and rubbed his back. Slowly the coughing fit subsided, replaced with oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck… from the teen. Nate starts playing with his soft dick that’s now leaking precum. A: Yeah, see I told you. Way better than smoking. Now just hold up, we get ours now. Alan strips down naked and Marcus loses his boxers. Marcus hit Alan and then hit himself. The strong shots made both men grunt as they felt the rush. Alan is still hard from staring down at his younger brother. Marcus was back to a half erection. Alan walked right up to his brother’s head. He tilts Nate’s face toward his dick and then walks forward until his head makes contact with Nate’s mouth. A: Open up Nate tries to say something but isn’t making any sense. A: Open up little bro. Nate opens his mouth slightly and Alan pushes his head into the opening. Nate can taste the saltiness of his brother’s precum. With a slight push forward, Alan pushes half of his 7.5 dick into Nate’s warm mouth. Marcus gets between the teen’s legs again and starts rimming him again. This made Nate moan and open his mouth wider. Alan takes advantage and shoves his entire length into the mouth and throat. Alan is feeling amazing but he knows what will make him feel even more amazing. A: Hey Marcus, lets trade spots. I need to get in that ass. M: Okay, I’m down to watch you drill your little brother. You sick fuck. Marcus gets to his feet and trades spots with Alan. Marcus shoves his dick into the open mouth. Alan is now standing between Nate’s legs. He stares at the slightly used hole glistening with spit and cum. His dick was hard as can be and pointing right at his brother’s hole. Alan gets close and his head is touching Nate’s opening, head half slipped in. He stares right into his brother’s eyes. He was there but not necessarily there mentally. A: hey Marcus, pull out a minute. Okay, Nate I wanna hear how much you want this? N: I want it. I need it. Give it to me bro. A: What do you want? I want you to say it. N: I want your dick in me. I want you to fuck me. Alan smiles. A: you want me to drill you down and cum in you like a good little whore? N: I need it in me. I feel so empty. I need your cum in me. That is all that Alan wants or needs to hear. Just when his hole is starting to close up, Alan slams his dick straight into the poor teen’s hole. Alan proceeded to fuck his brother like a ragdoll. Hold him in place and piston fuck him until he wanted to move around a bit. The new bottom was already high in the clouds and not landing anytime soon. He unties the teen’s legs and puts them on his shoulders. He pounds like that for 15 minutes straight. He goes around and unties the teen’s arms. He can now move as he will. Nate needed help walking over to the bed. Alan throws his brother down on the bed on his stomach. He jumps on back and starts fucking him from behind. He’s holding on to his brother, whispering bits of encouragement in his ear. A: that’s it bitch. Feel my thick dick in your hole? You can take it. You can take all of it. You’re doing great. I love you brother. … I’m getting close. Where do you want my load? N: Breed me. I want your babies swimming in me. A: Fuck yeah, your just as fucked up as I am. You little slut. Ugh, ahhhhh ahhhhhhh Alan slams into the teen with all his might. He kisses the back of Nate’s neck. A: Oh gawd, I needed that. Alan pulls out of his brother and stands up. He bends down slightly to slap the teen’s right ass cheek. Alan looks around the room and notices that 2 of the guys had come into the room. Marcus must have let them in during his fuck. There was another black guy named Terry. He has a ripped athletic body and showing off his 8 inch dick. The last guy is a Latino guy named Rogelio. He has more of an average body type but is showing off an impressive 10 inch dick. Alan watch as his friends laid their pipe into his younger brother. He had asked them to not go over the top, afterall, he was his brother. Sunday comes along and the four friends had beaten the teen into complete submission. They shot him up two more times and given him a total of 15 loads over that weekend. Four of those loads were from his brother. When they finally got home Sunday evening, Alan put Nate down on his bed to rest and hopefully fall asleep. Nate had done well and made some friends for life. Monday morning comes along and Nate is acting like nothing happened, that they were still the loving family that with healthy boundaries they were the week prior. Alan had woken up earlier and made some eggs. They sat at the kitchen table in silence for a while. Neither one knowing what to says. It is Alan that breaks the silence. A: Hey bro, how are you feeling? N: How am I feeling? How would you feel if you had gotten high and let 3 strangers and brother fuck you up the ass? A: Honestly I’d love that. I don’t know about you but probably have my ass hurt a little. N: Okay, I have to admit it was fun. But you are right. My ass does hurt a little. They both laugh and the tension is defused. A: Best way to get it used to the fucking is more fucking. Wanna hit a bowl and ride my dick? N: oh fuck yeah. Can we try it the other way? I wanna your hot ass too. A: Of course. We both should go through it. Fair is fair. Now the brothers are back to being the closest they have ever been. They are back to being inseparable. They are as close as lovers can get. They eventually move out of their family home and moved in with Marcus. Now they parTy and fuck as often as they can.

So I can relate- I used to get hard and jack off when I was sucking or even when I was getting fucked. I experienced my first anal orgasm early in my sexual journey and had gotten used to not having it with most of the tops who fucked me so I guess it was my way of getting off physically at least having the male orgasm. Pretty much settling on mediocrity. I did chase that incredible feeling of cumming hands free and soft and trembling in waves of pleasure that come with the anal orgasm. Having masturbated millions of times I lost interest in the basic “local” male orgasm that I can have whenever I want and recognized that the other was infinitely better and never looked back. So over the past several years I’ve leaned into my true identity as a total bottom, with the guidance of a special top who not only gave me the orgasm i was looking for but also taught me to get off psychologically on serving, satisfying, taking, drinking, swallowing, submitting to my top king. The tops I play with now are not interested in my penis at all and prefer not to even see it which helps to minimize any thoughts of playing with myself during the session. I now find it a non issue. I can get off by myself with a toy and don’t need to be fully or even mostly hard anymore. My formerly impressively sized penis is getting smaller and I’m enjoying my sessions much more now that I let go of thinking about my local penile pleasure and enjoy surrendering entirely to my top king and I always end up with a smile on my face and a quivering hole

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?

The next day Kevin had to pick up some supplies and fuel the truck, so he picked Nigel up after lunch. It was a hot day and the loose tee-shirt Kevin wore to hide his floppy tits was stained with sweat when Nigel climbed in the cab. The youth was wearing shorts and a skimpy tee shirt over his plump torso which exposed his ample belly. For the first time, Kevin wondered if Nigel might be gay. “So where are we going.” said Nigel sarcastically. “We’re going to a place I went yesterday to check the job I did was ok.” He looked sideways at Nigel. “It’s a gay sauna.” Nigel’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. “The men tend to wander round naked.” He continued. “So you can stay in the truck if that bothers you.” Nigel felt his heart beating and a tightness in his shorts. He had never seen men naked before except in the porn he watched. “N..n..no that’s ok.” He stuttered. “I’ll come in with you.” Kevin smiled to himself “oh ho!” He thought. “This might be fun. Was his wife’s snooty nephew getting excited?” They parked in a side street and rang the bell. Bill answered the door in singlet and shorts. “Hi. Thought I’d come back and check the cistern is working ok.” said Kevin Bill smiled “And check out a few of the regulars whilst you’re here I bet! Who’s this?” Kevin blushed and he saw Nigel look surprised. “This is my wife’s nephew, Nigel.” said Kevin. “He’s working with me today. He’s 18 so it’s ok.” Bill licked his lips and stared at the lad who blushed and looked down at his feet. This could be good for business, he thought. He was sure Kevin had brought Nigel for reasons other than checking the cistern! “Come on in,” He said. They went into the lobby which was hot and steamy. “Why don’t you go and check the cistern?” said Bill. “Take as long as you need. Nigel and me will have a cup of tea and a nice chat.” Kevin grinned, picked up his tools, and disappeared upstairs. “Well now, Nigel, have you been to a sauna before?” Nigel shook his head and then his eyes nearly popped out of his head as a nude old man emerged from a side room and waved at Bill. “Morning!” He said, scratching his scrotum and making his dangling penis sway between his spindly legs. “Hello Sid. Kevin’s upstairs checking the toilet. This is his nephew.” Sid grinned and grasped his cock. “Hmm..perhaps I’ll go and check him out! See you later Nigel.” He went upstairs, showing off his wrinkled bottom which glistened with sweat. Bill noticed Nigel was breathing heavily and sweating. “Never seen a naked man before?” He asked. Nigel shook his head and unconsciously rubbed his shorts. Bill stripped off his tee shirt revealing his hairy torso. Then he came round the counter. “We’re all men together here.” he said, dropping his shorts and standing naked before the lad. His cock rose beneath his belly, the warts angry around the tip and drooling pre-cum. “And that means you don’t wear clothes when you’re here.” Nigel was shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement. What had he got into? Yet he was mesmerised by Bill’s heavy cock and hairy body. It was so unattractive and yet to see it naked was so sexy. He thought he should leave, but he didn’t want to go without Kevin and he so wanted to touch that cock. Bill leaned on the counter. “Well?” He said. “You can wait outside or leave your clothes on the counter and I’ll show you round. Which is it to be?”

Chapter 5: The Price of Priority Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 3; REDACTED LOCATION 21:20 MST 30-Oct-20XX “Barlow! Respond, private! That's an order!” Gravestone’s voice boomed over the radio. Only silence followed as the private failed to answer the repeated requests. Gravestone’s eyes showed irritation and simultaneous concern as he waited for the familiar static and his comrade’s voice. “That’s not like him,” Lockjaw interjected, a hint of disbelief in his voice. “He wouldn’t go AWOL on us.” “What makes you so sure?” Patch asked. “He just wouldn’t!” Lockjaw exclaimed. “There must be some interference from the structure.” Stag clicked his tongue loudly. “The pipsqueak shouldn’t have run off in the first place.” The others turned to look at him, some with silent, accusatory eyes. Elais took a single step forward. “Stag’s right, he really should have waited for us, or at least some backup. The survivor wasn’t going to give us any useful intel, and we’ll probably find him just around the corner.” Stag snickered. “Yeah, or inside in a stall in the lavatory with a lighter and a spoon. Who knows what the hell drugs he was on?” Gravestone’s lips twisted to one side. He had enough of Stag’s smart mouth and dismissive comments. “Let’s not forget why we’re here.” He paused and finally said, “I agree with Lockjaw. It’s not normal. Patch, Pixel, go find him and find out what happened. If we have problems with the comm inside the facility, this mission will be a lot harder.” “Make sure to stay alert. We have no idea what that sound was, so keep on high alert,” Elias added. “Ten-four,” Patch’s voice came over the radio. “Zero, go with them and provide backup,” Gravestone ordered. “If anyone finds the survivor, tranq his ass, and don’t let him get away this time.” “Yessir,” Pixel answered cheerfully. Patch and Pixel looked at one another with obvious but silent concern. Pixel left the workstation while the download to the flash drive continued. —-------------- A speedily-moving car. Location unknown. 21:23 MST. 30-Oct-20XX The elderly man in the back of the car closed the unmarked folder gently, and set it down in his lap. Leaning back on the headrest, he closed his eyes, and exhaled gently. He swiftly ran his liver-spotted hand across his bald head in a backward direction, and tried to moisten his lips with his tongue. General Anton Krell had been called in at the insistence of DARPA, but their request was something out of the ordinary. Nine men forming the Black Sigma team had been despatched to the Helixion Genetics Labs to mount a rescue mission for the scientists, or so they had been told. But Anton knew differently: those men were lambs for the slaughter. What he had read in the dossier, and what Black Sigma had been told, were two different things. In reality, the men were expected to find the scientific data for a top secret military project (as they surely would find), but returning alive and unscathed wasn’t accounted for. The project was to create super-soldiers, and Black Sigma would provide the guinea pigs. The first test subjects. However, if the men survived the ordeal… well, the ‘Powers That Be’ didn’t account for that particular outcome. It would be classified a mission failure, even if Black Sigma considered it successful themselves. It wasn’t the first time Anton had been involved in such a deceptive experiment. After a bioweapons experiment in East Germany, he had the unhappy duty of damage control, and many ethics guidelines were violated to do so. But it had been in vain - a leak in his tightly-constructed plan created a situation where the news got out. Paragraphs got into all the papers, and Anton was discharged from service as a public show of enforced ethics protocols. The General took an early retirement with a hefty severance pay, which was most certainly a bribe to keep quiet about what really went on in Berlin. Now he was whizzing away in the back of a dark-windowed vehicle to the site of Helixion Genetics to deal with a similar situation. His previous experience in military cover-ups, despite the fallout from his German experience, made his reinstatement an inspired choice. DARPA thus brought him out of retirement with a substantial bribe to superintend this mission. Anton did not see their true intent - if the program failed, or if scandal should follow, they could point the finger at Anton and keep their hands clean. And the General was aged enough that they could call his faculties into question if they needed a scapegoat again, and no one would doubt that he was a little past it. This won’t be like Berlin, he assured himself. Helixion, at least, is better prepared. The thought irritated him, and he wished the car had been equipped with a bottle of bourbon or something to ease his nerves. “Driver, can this thing go any faster?” he demanded from the cushy black leather seat. “ETA 12 minutes, General,” came the driver’s kind reply. “Good. Thank you. See if we can’t do it in ten.” It will be a shame to waste all those good soldiers, he thought. It's a little premature to launch the super-soldier initiative. But the data is too valuable to lose. Then we can sell it to the highest bidder, and make a fortune. One must break a few eggs sometimes. —----------------- Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 1; REDACTED LOCATION 21:25 MST 30-Oct-20XX Patch and Pixel reached the bottom of the stairwell with Zero hanging back between the first and second floor. No sign of Sticks was to be found anywhere, no sound at all. “I still say he went up, not down,” Pixel said with irritation. “It was 50-50,” Patch answered. “We’ll look down here first, and work our way back up. Zero, what’s your 20?” “Clear.” It was then that Patch noticed the glass double doors, and an umbrella curiously discarded in the middle of the hall. Its metal bent slightly to one angle, and the glass doors wide open. He picked it up and inspected it. “Looks like someone left in a hurry,” he said coolly. With the umbrella in one hand, he examined the door with the other. “There are scratches in the frame here. Looks like … maybe someone tried to… I don’t know, lock the doors with this?” Pixel came closer, and nodded his head slightly. “Whatever it was, it didn’t work,” Pixel said after a moment. “But there’s no other sign of struggle here. And the doors are wide open. Sticks probably didn’t come this way, like I said.” Next, Patch observed a small amount of liquid on the glass. Droplets had run down a little ways, then abruptly ended. A memory crossed Patch’s mind before it was instantly gone, his attention quickly going back to the task at hand. Meanwhile, Pixel had spotted a janitor’s closet. The door was ajar. Pixel raised his flashlight, and peered inside. Nothing to be seen here, he thought. Some of the cleaning supplies were in disarray, and a mop had fallen over. Then he spied a puddle on the floor. The room smelled of chemicals and solvents, and something that Pixel couldn’t identify. Someone had been in here very recently, and they were badly in need of a shower. Considering the environment, this was not deemed notable, and Pixel left the closet. He could still smell this odd mixture in the hallway, and wondered briefly if it was him who needed a bath. Patch looked down the hallway beyond the glass doors, shining his light in every corner he could. The air had a different smell down here, and reminded Patch of unwashed socks and underwear, the scent stinging his nose and giving him a headache. He had seen it in the field when he treated a soldier who hadn’t changed their undergarments in a month. The smell was so rank that he was never able to forget it. He was smelling a watered-down version of it right in that hallway. “Pix, do you smell that?” Pixel came to the doors, sniffing for whatever Patch had discovered. He waved his hand before his face. “Whew, like my grandpa’s feet,” he said, wincing. “Well, how long has it been since our survivor fella had a shower? Maybe he went this way?” They silently weighed their options. Activating his earpiece, Patch spoke into it. “Zero, we’re going down this hall with the glass double doors.” “Roger,” came the reply. Zero descended the stairs to the bottom, and began to follow them at a distance, always remaining in the shadows while Patch and Pixel carefully moved through the long hallway. —--------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:35 MST. 30-Oct-20XX The car moved into the parking lot, and came to a stop. A few seconds later, the driver popped out of the car, moved around to the opposite side, and opened the rear passenger door. Out stepped the General. Grateful to be on the scene at last, Anton rebuttoned his Brooks Brothers suit, shook out his arthritic left leg, and brushed away some lint that he really couldn’t see. After a deep inhalation, the driver shut the door behind him. Anton looked at his surroundings. The sun was gone for the day, and the last vestiges of daylight were fading. The vans that carried Black Sigma to the site sat parked a short ways away. Anton turned to his right, and could just barely see the building where the team ought to be right now. By now, he thought, they should be fairly entrenched with it. Good. He and his driver walked up to the conference building, the driver always a couple silent steps behind him as a sign of respect. It was the General who insisted on being accompanied everywhere by his driver/bodyguard in case he needed a swift exit. Or a human shield. So far, the former had proved far more useful than the latter. They entered the lobby of the building, and briskly walked to the elevator. The driver pressed the ‘up’ button, and the doors instantly opened. They stepped inside the elevator, the driver pressed the ‘4’ button, and the doors shut quietly with a soft WHOOSH. The infernal machine swiftly moved them upward. This mission would serve as a small test of loyalty for the driver, and after clearing his throat, Anton began to speak. “Is it understood that, whatever you hear or see here tonight, you will not repeat a word of it to anybody.” It was more a statement than a question. “Yes, General,” the driver replied. “See that you don't. We will have no leaks this time.” The elevator dinged as it reached the fourth floor. They stepped on to the shiny lacquered floor, and after a few steps, they reached a security room, now turned into a temporary base of operations. Anton was greeted by the sight of a top-of-the-line security monitor, a laptop computer, and a comm system. The room was tastefully decorated, designed for comfort, and Anton was pleased. He spotted a bottle of expensive imported Scotch whisky on a low table to his right. Without being asked to do so, the driver instantly went to it, and poured two fingers of the brown liquid into a short glass. “Ice, General?” “No, thank you, Jeames.” Anton sat in the tall leather chair, and accepted the beverage from the driver. After a light sip, he placed it on the ornate table, picked up the comm, and said to no one in particular, “Let’s see where they’re at.” —--------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor Lobby. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:40 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “Men, gather round.” Gravestone stood in the center of the room and his remaining team came in close around him. “General Anton has just arrived,” Gravestone informed them. “I served under him in Berlin, and he's been brought out of retirement for overseeing our mission.” “So we get our hands dirty and do all the grunt work while he sits in a cushy office across campus?” Stag asked. Gravestone let out an irritated sigh. “Yes, that's why we are here, and he is not.” Elias suddenly got a bad feeling he couldn't explain. “Why does he need to be on site with us?” he queried. “Can't we handle a rescue and retrieval on our own?” Gravestone shrugged. “DARPA asked him, and I don't know their reasons. But it's not up to us to question. He'll reveal his purpose when he is ready to. I’m not fond of the man, but he is an excellent strategist and was well-respected.” Lockjaw and Reaper exchanged glances, but said nothing. For the briefest of seconds, Lockjaw interpreted Reaper’s look to mean, I know what you are. He quickly looked away, and Elias read his comrade's reaction as nervousness. A voice like gravel and bourbon suddenly came over their radios. “Commander, this is General Anton Krell. Give me a status update.” “Good to see they pulled you out of retirement, General. This is Commander Nathan Briggs. We entered the facility at 2100 hours. One survivor found so far, but no bodies have been located. My team is working on the hard drives and getting them prepped for extraction.” “Good work, soldier.” Gravestone wanted to say more, but didn’t think it appropriate to tell the General that Sticks was MIA, especially without any real facts other than going incommunicando. “Any other updates on the mission?” Gravestone hesitated before resuming. With a sideways look at Reaper, he began, “Private Barlow is missing. The man we found was delirious, possibly intoxicated, and ran off on his own. Barlow went in pursuit, and we’ve been unable to establish contact since. We think he may have hit a dead zone in the building. I've sent three others to —” “That won't be necessary,” Anton interrupted. “The mission comes first.” The General's curt reply elicited looks of surprise on the team's faces. Gravestone paused, and then answered, “Sir? We don't leave men behind.” “I gave you an order, Commander Briggs. The mission takes priority. Do I need to remind you who is in charge here?” Anton hotly answered. “Give me access to the security system and footage, and I'll find your men.” “Sir,” Gravestone said with trepidation, “the tech guys who can handle that are searching for Barlow right now. I can't personally do anything from my end.” “Defying me?” Anton asked in a warning tone. “No, sir. But I don't have the skill to get you what you need. That's Corporal Yun’s department, and Private Barlow’s. Yun is on the team I sent to find Barlow. There’s likely a security room with feeds, but we haven’t located it yet.” Gravestone was grateful he couldn't see General Anton, likely scowling from the office right now. An uncomfortable silence followed. Then Lockjaw suddenly activated his earpiece. “General? Major Adrian Reese here. We must locate Sti – er, Barlow! He’s an important part of the team. If he can’t get us out, we’re basically trapped in here while the lockdown is in effect.” Gravestone gave Lockjaw a reproving look during the speech for the impassioned interruption, but made no move against him. “Please, sir. It’s imperative we find him. And we can’t bring you any data if we’re still inside.” Elias raised an eyebrow as he observed Lockjaw. He wants his boy back. As we all do. This has got to be killing him right now. The radio crackled again after a pause. “Unacceptable, Briggs. Continue the mission, but don't bother looking for Barlow. I will have him court-martialed for abandoning the mission, and you too, if you disobey my orders. And anyone else who disagrees with them!” Anton sternly thundered. “This research is worth more than your lives or personal feelings.” “Wow. What. An. Asshole,” Tex whispered. “Sir, this is Commander Kade. If we don’t find Barlow, it’s unlikely we’ll be able to get you the data you need.” Elias hoped to appease the General and provide a little relief for Lockjaw as well. “If you find him, that’s well and good, but it’s not a priority,” Anton continued. “I want those cameras on, and I want that data. Then I will work on extraction. Until then, I will hear no more requests to look for him. Understood, Commander? Major?” The men were in disbelief, except for Stag, who found interest in a ficus in one corner of the lobby. “Who does he think he is?” Lockjaw said in an appalled voice. “I heard he was a hard-ass, but…” Gravestone begrudgingly pressed his comm button. “Any other orders for us…, General?” Gravestone gritted the last part, having more than a little trouble hiding his disdain for the man. “That will be all. Dismissed.” Stag was the first to speak. “We should follow the General’s word. What matters is the intel. I just want to go home, and forget this fetch quest. Besides, fuck Sticks and his lack of work ethic.” Lockjaw glared at him silently while Elias shot him a similar dirty look. This could get ugly, Elias thought. “Major, a word in private?” Elias gestured lightly toward his shaken comrade. Lockjaw blinked twice, inhaled sharply, and the two of them went around the nearest corner, out of sight of the others. Before Elias could even begin, Lockjaw was already frantic but kept his voice low. “Reaper, we gotta go now. I have a bad feeling. We can’t leave him.” Elias looked back at the other men, then turned back to Lockjaw. “I agree, and we won’t.” “Then why are we wasting time arguing?” Lockjaw hissed. “We’re not arguing. Stag is arguing, but he’s not in charge. Gravestone and I are,” Elias answered sympathetically. He lightly reached his arm out to Lockjaw, and held his hand on the panicked soldier’s left bicep. “I’m with you. And I know, he’s important to you.” Lockjaw’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the multiple meanings of the statement. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to make sure he’s okay, he’s part of the team. How…” Elias did not release his gentle grip, and repeated, “Look… I know. Adrian. I saw you both yesterday at the hotel.” He looked into his eyes, never blinking, and smiled gently. “I know,” he repeated quietly. Lockjaw silently sucked in a breath, half-relieved but also terrified that he had been observed, and his mind scrambled to save some dignity. He was nearly outed in his first week in basic, and this current exchange with his superior felt exactly like that. Just like last time, he chose panic and lies. “Shit…. Shit shit shit… he even said he thought he heard someone come in… I told him to stop j-joking like that… Kade, man, it’s nothing, i-i-it just a one time thing,” Lockjaw said, stammering slightly as he spoke, working his jaw side to side anxiously. “W-w-w-we were both drunk, and umm… um..” “We both know you don’t drink because it fucks with your jaw. And Barlow tips over at a single can of beer. Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others. It’s not my business to share. Not until you do.” He gave a slight smile, and squeezed his arm gently, then released it. “I’m here if you need someone to talk to about it, and I think you’ll find more allies in the team than you think. Anyways, let’s just focus on finding him and getting out of here.” Lockjaw instantly understood - his secret had been discovered, but Elias was trustworthy. His frequent rolls in the hay with Sticks would not become public knowledge. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief through his nostrils, but still didn’t feel better about the situation. “He’ll be fine,” Elias reassured him. “And so will you.” Lockjaw nodded once. “You don’t have to put up with any shit from Stag. Let him be mine and the Commander’s problem, okay?” Nodding, Lockjaw silently followed as Reaper led them back into the group. They rejoined the team around the corner. “Commander, the General is wrong. We will find survivors, we will get the intel if we can, AND Sticks, and then get the hell out of dodge. No amount of information or money is worth their loss,” Tex said, pointing at the glass doors of the lobby, separating them from freedom. The other men nodded in agreement, except for Stag. “You all are fucking stupid. I’m with the General,” Stag said, to the surprise of his comrades. “He’s above the Commander here guys. And personally, I’d like to keep my job. Fuck Sticks. If he wants to go adventuring and poking around in shit and not answer his comms, leave him. He clearly doesn’t want to be here.” “Shut your goddamn mouth,” Lockjaw ordered, to the surprise of everyone but Reaper and Gravestone. “I am so sick of your holier-than-thou bullshit. You don’t have any right to decide that, especially after what you did in Berlin last year, you vulgar piece of shit. Sticks is one of us. We don’t leave men behind, no matter how we personally feel about them. If you fell in battle, and Sticks could save you, would you rather bleed out and die because of your fucked-up pride?” Stag didn’t answer, but suddenly took an interest in the pattern on a marble wall. “All right, everyone, shut up!” Elias said, finally getting fed up and raising his voice. “The General isn’t here in the situation, and if you want to blame anyone when this is over and done, they just say it was an order. Shit rolls downhill, and I think I speak for the commander and myself when I say we can take the heat. Do I make myself clear, Lieutenant?” Gravestone joined in with hostility, “If you can’t follow orders, then go sit in a cozy office with the General. I don’t need his input or yours, Lieutenant Mercer. I’m responsible for getting everyone out at the end of the day, not some retired General. Am I crystal clear?” A moment of awkward silence followed as the others tried not to fidget. “If we have the intel, then we completed our mission, right?” Tex asked, trying to get back on course and dispel the tension. The others nodded in silent assent. The weight of the mission began to settle on them. Gravestone said, “All right, boys, you heard ‘im. Let's do it. Stag, not that it matters, but you’re outvoted. First thing first, we find our guys. Pixel was working on the data drives back upstairs, so let's go there, and get the data. We'll begin our search there. If General Krell wants to give us hell for it, he can do it on his own damn time.”

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Chapter 2- No Turning Back Helixion Genetics- Building 3 Rooftop; REDACTED LOCATION 20:05 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Elias looked over at the Commander, before waving his arms to get everyone’s attention, pointing down at the radio on his hip and signaling to turn to channel one. Soon, everyone changed their radios over. “Okay… so the primary access point we had is clearly a no-go,” Elias said, gesturing at the door. “Any suggestions on how we get in?” “Are you serious? It looks like a gorilla attacked that door!” Patch yelled, causing the radios to screech at the loud sound, eliciting several muttered curses from the team. “I thought you said the animal research building was on the other side of the campus!” “Fuck, man, watch the volume,” Stag said, turning his head slightly. “If you’d have paid attention to the mission brief, you’d know it IS on the opposite side of this place. Besides, they only use specially bred mice here. I seriously fucking doubt a mouse did that to a door.” “Maybe it was an explosion in the building?” Sticks asked. “I mean, it would take a lot of force to do something like that, man. I doubt a person did it.” “No, we didn’t get any triggers like that from the environmental system,” Pixel said, before pointing to the fire alarm above them. “Besides, we’d hear that thing going off and see smoke coming from the building if that were the case.” “Again, men, task at hand,” Gravestone said, breaking up the conversation. “We need an entrance point. The doors are a no-go with the damage. Any suggestions?” “Maybe rappel down the side and break one of the windows?” Stag said, shrugging his shoulders. “Got to maintain the negative pressure and limit access,” Tex replied, shaking his head in disagreement. “Besides, these are blast-resistant windows. Whole campus is equipped with them, and they look to be over a half-inch thick. I think the brief said they replaced the entire campus a few years back when that ecoterrorism group tried to blow the place up.” “Elevator maintenance shaft,” Zero said, pointing over at the squat elevator equipment shack on to the right of the door. “That…. Could actually work,” Elias said, walking over to the small door on the side, barely coming to his hips. “I mean, it’s a tight squeeze, and we’ll have to override the controls and bring them to the top so we don’t have to lug back up the rappelling equipment. But… yeah, elevator shaft is the way to go here.” “Two small problems,” Tex said, pointing at the small door. “First, the entire building is under lockdown, so right now, every single pump in the building is running in negative pressure mode. Standard clean lab procedures.” “Shit… so that door is going to feel like it weighs probably 100 lbs, easily…” Stag replied, kneeling down and pulling on the handle, barely causing it to budge before it suctioned back shut. “I agree, shit. But that’s just half the first problem. The second we do get that thing open, the opening is going to turn into a giant wind tunnel as the pumps kick into overdrive. And once the door shuts, which we definitely will need to do to maintain a lockdown, there is going to be even more pressure on the door,” Tex continued, using his hands to gesture as he spoke. “Think of it like when you slam the door down on a chest freezer too fast. It creates a suction and makes it a real bitch to open. Put simply, that door is likely going to be a one-way trip. At least until we can get to the basement and shut down the air filtration pumps.” “Something we will have to tackle when the time comes,” Lockjaw said, sighing. “But you said we have two problems.” This time it was Elias who spoke up. “Yeah, it’s going to be dark. Like pitch black dark, and cramped. We’re essentially going to be going in blind, so someone is going to need to go first and cut the lock on the top of the elevator, then force open the doors so we can get a drone out there for some recon,” Elias said, his shoulders slumping. He didn’t like the idea of sending someone in on their own, glancing back at the door, his mind trying to work out who or what had damaged it like that. “Looks like you’re up, Zero,” Stag said, slowly taking a step back from the door. “Fucking asshole… doesn’t want risk his ass…” Elias could hear Tex mutter, the microphone picking it up crystal clear. “Hey, he’s the smaller of the two of us,” Stag retorted angrily. “No fucking way I’m going to fit easily in there AND be stealthy about it, fucker.” Elias stepped between the two, ready to stop a fight as the two stepped towards each other when Zero walked over to the door. “He’s right,” Zero said, before turning to Sticks. “Hand me a recon drone.” Sticks nodded, dropping his bag on the ground and opening it up, rummaging through it. “Pixel, can you tap into the elevator controls and move them to the top?” Elias said, walking around the squat shed before finally finding a control box. “Should be easy enough,” Pixel said, prying it open and pulling out a laptop and ethernet cable from his bag. “Just keep in mind, once I put it in maintenance mode, they won’t move. So that only leaves us with the stairwell.” “Sounds like that’s our best shot,” Gravestone said, dropping his bag on the ground, “While he’s working on that, I want everyone to load their weapons up with the maximum strength tranq rounds. We don’t know what we’re messing with, so I want us to be safe and run a clean mission. Understood?” The men replied in agreement and got to work loading the weapons. ——— “Fuck, this thing is a bitch to open!” Stag growled out, wedging the crowbar into the frame of the door, putting his body weight against it before finally breaking the seal. Air suddenly began to whistle through the thin opening, sucking a few stray leaves in like a vacuum cleaner. Taking the opportunity, Elias and Tex grabbed the door, and slowly pulled it open, the sound of wind rushing through the opening picking up immediately. The opening was pitch black as the dying evening sunlight failed to penetrate into the elevator shaft. Aiming their weapons and lights on the opening, Zero took a quick look inside, ducking his head in. “Looks clear,” his soft voice said before he climbed in, crawling in and shuffling across the metal mesh floor before flicking on the light in his hazmat suit. “Going in.” The wind continued to whistle through the small door as Elias watched the video feed on his tablet, streamed from the camera on Zero’s hood. Slowly, the man looked around before finally crawling to the top of the elevator car, looking down at the roof to the access door. Grabbing the bolt cutter beside him, he quickly snapped the metal of the lock, gently setting the tool down and removing the lock. Zero opened the small panel and blinked at the bright lights of the small car before expertly lowering himself in. To the right, a large touchscreen displaying a spinning 3D copy of the Helixion logo glowed, with a large red MAINTENANCE MODE: ACCESS LIMITED underneath. “Open the doors, Pixel,” Zero said quietly, drawing his weapon and aiming it at the center of the door. Elias looked over quickly at Pixel, giving a nod as he watched the man tap a few things on the touchscreen of his laptop, before turning his attention back to the tablet’s feed. The gleaming metal of the elevator doors silently opened, revealing a dimly lit hallway, surrounded by fresh white walls, freshly waxed vinyl wood floors, and large frosted glass doors, a small electronic screen beside each to denote the room number and designation. “Releasing the drone,” Zero called out softly, before returning to an aiming stance. “You’re up, Sticks,” Elias said, nodding at the young tech. Sticks nodded in acknowledgement, and began steering a drone by way of a remote control. His movements were careful and precise; he didn’t need to see the machine to know how it felt and what it was doing. With the tap of the screen, Elias’ feed switched to the camera of the small helicopter drone, watching as it gracefully swept through the halls, only a small buzzing sound giving its position away. Unnervingly, nothing looked out of place. Every spot looked clean and tidy. No dropped papers. No busted doors. Not even a speck of dirt on the ground. The team sat in silence watching the feed as Sticks continued to loop, finally making the full circuit and stopping at the elevator. “All clear,” Elias said, firming himself as he spoke, “Let’s roll in. Take it slow and watch for any sharp edges in the shaft. We haven’t cleared the air safety test yet.” The team slowly entered the shaft one at a time, making their way into the elevator car before stepping out into the hallway, Gravestone only gave a quick nod to Elias as he went in, signaling Elias to pull the door shut. The door slammed shut, the suction of the air easily pulling it closed, the metal sound reverberating through the confined space and echoing down the elevator shaft. Elias froze in place, half-expecting a yell or some roar to rip across the deafening silence that followed. He was met, however, with just more silence as he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Slowly, he followed behind Gravestone, before gently lowering himself down into the elevator. They both stepped off the elevator and into the hall. “Tex, Patch, how are the air quality readings?” Elias asked, hoping they were still clear. His gut told him he didn’t want to risk being partially blind in the massive hazmat suit. “All clear. Local sensor is showing green, with just pollen from the outside air we let in. Still negative on the main sensors down in the labs,” Tex said, looking at the tablet screen. “Best guess is that whatever we’re dealing with is not airborne. Schematics show this lab is only rated at BSL-2, so they shouldn’t have anything airborne here.” “As long as they told us the truth,” Patch added, slowly packing back up the local air quality tester. “Well, so far everything is checking out and matching perfectly with what we were told, so I think we’re good to de-suit,” Tex said, slowly pulling off his helmet. “Still want everyone to keep the eye protection and gloves on. We’ll have to switch to the standard radios as these are stitched into the suit.” The team quickly shucked the suits off, leaving them in the elevator before re-situating themselves. “Ok, time to split the team up. Stick to the original plan. Recon Team 1, to the north labs. Recon 2, you’ll both be with me to the south,” Gravestone said, holding his tactical rifle in one hand, and pointing with the other at the general directions. “Recon 3, try to find access to the servers and see what we might be messing with here. See if we can also get camera access. I don’t want us walking around blind. We meet back here at the 15 like planned. Report anything you see out of the ordinary.” Splitting up, Elias, Tex, and Zero took a left and began walking down the hall, slowly checking each room they encountered, each one dark and empty. A computer, clear glass desk, occasionally some stray papers or nicknacks on the desk. One office had a rather sickly looking ficus in one corner. Finally, they made it to the stairwell door. “Think we should take a look?” Tex said, pointing at the door. “Well, better to find out what it might be…” Elias said, letting his voice trail off, part of him wanting to avoid the stairwell. “I’ll cover. Allow for safe evac if needed,” Zero said, nodding and standing at alert, aiming the rifle at the door. “That settles it, I guess…” Elias said, taking a deep breath in and slowly blowing it out before pressing the talk button on his earpiece radio. “This is Recon 1, we’re going to enter the stairwell shaft and check the other side of the doorway. See if we can get some idea of what we’re dealing with. Permission to proceed?” “Granted. Use extreme caution and report back in 5 minutes,” Gravestone’s voice replied over the earpiece, static punctuating the end of his reply. “Copy. Entering now, Recon 1,” Tex replied, before slowly pushing open the door, letting Elias and Zero enter before softly letting the door close. Nodding silently in the softly lit stairwell, Zero took a stance at the top of the stairs leading down as Tex and Elias quietly climbed up the stairs, guns aimed upwards. Taking the stairs quickly and silently, both men relaxed as they turned the last flight of stairs only to be met with the empty stairwell and the outward bowing metal doors. “What is that…” Tex said, slowly letting his gun down and walking up to the door. Quickly, he reached into a pouch on his tactile belt and produced a small test tube. Popping the top, he slowly scraped it along the door, which appeared to be covered in a clear slime. Filling it halfway, he handed the first tube to Elias, who held it up to the light. What at first appeared to be clear slime actually had a slight whitish appearance. Taking a small sniff of the air, Elias nudged Tex with his elbow, getting his attention. “You smell that?” he asked, looking around. Something about it seemed familiar, but Elias couldn’t put his finger on it. “Yeah, seems… familiar. Definitely a ripe funk to it. Almost like a locker room maybe?” Tex said, sniffing and scrunching his nose. “Something else I can’t really identify. Almost an alkaline smell. Also has a medicine or solvent smell. A lot stronger the closer you get to the door.” “Yeah… making my face feel flush… like smelling a marker or something,” Elias agreed, forcing himself not to touch his nose. “You definitely do seem like the type to smell markers as a kid,” Tex said, putting a stopper on the second sample before grabbing the first back from Elias. “You really think now is the time to joke around…” Elias said, glaring at Tex. “Left yourself open for that one,” Tex said, smiling. “Just trying to make the situation a little less tense here.” Walking back down the stairs quickly, they waved at Zero before motioning back at the door. Zero softly opened the door and held it as the three men exited back out into the bright hallway. “Recon 1, Upper stairwell all clear, found a clear biological sample for testing on the surface of the door,” Elias said after the door fully closed with a soft click. “We’re going to check the first lab for a mass spectrometer and get it running before coming back to the rendezvous point.” “Copy, let us know when you are on the way back,” Lockjaw replied, as the three continued the walk down the hall. Finally, they made it to the first lab and entered, looking around. The door outside denoted it as a general lab. Several long bays ran along the middle of the room, with standard lab equipment on each side. A few test tubes sat inside the large vent hood on one wall. Otherwise the lab was empty, save for a computer in the corner, the same twirling helix logo as the elevator bouncing across the screen. Stepping out, they walked further down the hall before stopping in front of a room labeled Hydroponics 3. Opening the door, the three men were greeted with row after row of large bushy plants, a small breeze blowing across them as the red and blue LEDs glowed above them. Suddenly, Elias noticed a shoe peeking out from behind the last plant in the row. Silently, he motioned at the other two men and pointed at the end, holding his gun at the ready. The three men glided in silence towards the end of the room before finally turning the corner. “Don’t move! Hands where I can see them and lay flat on the ground!” Elias commanded, aiming the gun directly at the face of the man crouching behind the plants. “Fuck! Please don’t tell me you’re one of them,” the man cried out, holding his hands up. The man on the ground fell backwards, slamming his ass on the ground as he shivered. His business suit was missing an arm, and the white undershirt below was half ripped off, the hastily loosened tie looked rumpled as if someone had grabbed it hard during a fight. Sweat covered his forehead as he looked back and forth rapidly between the three men. A name badge hung loosely off the lapel of the suit. Elias looked down, reading the name tag; Johnathan Blaine, Military Corporate Liaison, it plainly stated, the photo on it showing the same man before him, albeit with a smirk on his face and wearing a different suit. “Please, don’t shoot. I’m not one of them! We have to get out of here or they’ll find us,” the man blubbered, looking between the three. “Recon 1, survivor in Hydroponics Lab 3. Recommendations, Commander?” Zero asked, turning his head slightly as he talked with his hand to the earpiece radio. “Oh, thank god! You’re military! I work with the military here, you’re here to save me, right?” the man asked, his voice jittery and nervous. “I’m Jack. I called and you came. We can leave. Nothing left. I knew my father wouldn’t leave me here. They said he would… but I knew…. I KNEW….” Elias stood silently for a second as he thought back to the mission brief, trying to remember the names on it. A tiny flicker of unease and simultaneous dread suddenly settled on him. “We’re coming to you, stay in place,” Gravestone’s voice replied sternly on the radio. “He look like he’s infected?" “Your father? Why would your father send in the military?” Tex asked warily. “He’s the CEO’s son. I remember the name from the brief,” Elias said, finally piecing it together. “Unknown. Seems very jittery and is sweating, has some torn clothing, but seems like he’s otherwise fine, just… acting really off,” Zero replied, still loosely holding the gun aimed at the rumpled man. “I swear, I’m fine. They tried to catch me but I got away,” Jack anxiously explained, sniffling occasionally and trying to get up and show his bare arm. “See! Look! Not a scratch! I didn’t even let them kiss me, cuz I’m not a dirty homo like him.” Elias’s expression changed almost imperceptably to mild surprise. “We said don’t move and stay on the ground!” Tex suddenly barked, aiming the gun intensely at the man, pressing the barrel hard into the man’s chest, causing him to clamp his mouth shut and slump back to the ground. “Please, you have to believe me,” Jack moaned, scooting slightly away until his back hit the wall of glass behind him. “I don’t have the teeth! Even my skin is skin color!” “Just… stay down. We’ll let you back up once we have a medic check you out,” Elias said, looking around for a brief moment before nudging Tex with his elbow. Elias motioned his head over at the large white machine on the counter to the right of the man. “Is that a mass spectrometer on the counter, sir?” Elias asked, turning his attention back at the man and motioning his gun toward the machine. “I… I don’t know… that’s something the eggheads in the labs could tell you… but they can’t help you now… they’re all smilers now,” Jack said, twitching a little as he spoke. “Yeah, looks like a top of the line model,” Tex said, glancing over at the machine. “Which you would think the boss would know. Guy’s acting… fuck, I don’t know.” “Yeah… Tex, let’s go start running the samples in the machine,” Elias said, aiming the gun at Jack. “Zero, give the man a bottle of water. You can take it from my bag.” Zero nodded, getting to work grabbing the bottle of water from the side holder, before tossing it at the man, who quickly opened the bottle and gulped the contents down before tossing it to the side. Jack brought his knees to his chest and started rocking back and forth, scratching at his arms occasionally and looking around at the ceiling, his eyes darting around. Jack began to mutter to himself. “Not here. Safe from the spit. Have to hide. No Jack, no lab, no monsters, no no no no no…” To Elias and Tex, Jack’s prattle was indistinct but audible, and continuous like a fugue state. Zero kept his weapon trained on the delirious man. Tex and Elias stepped over to the mass spectrometer, quickly trying to get it working. “Fucker seems truly out of his gourd,” Tex whispered, pulling out the two samples and quickly opening the tops as Elias grabbed a testing tray. “‘My skin is skin color… I don’t have the teeth? I wouldn’t let them kiss me?’ He’s not really making much sense. Clearly is a homophobe. And what the fuck did he mean about smilers? And spit?” “I don’t know,” Elias sighed, watching as Tex took a pipette and quickly added the samples in before putting them in the machine. “He almost acts like he’s on something. Drugs, maybe? A psychotic break?” The machine whirred to life and began to analyze the sample’s chemical composition. “I’d almost say he looks like a junkie looking for his next fix…” Tex replied, his shoulders slumped. “I mean, look at the signs: Sweaty, super agitated and looks like he hasn’t slept in a few days. Probably hallucinating. Keeps twitching, too. I mean, we’ll need Patch to do a work up on him, but… yeah, I think he’s coming down off something.” A loud knock broke the tense silence, causing Tex and Elias to jump. “Don’t let him in! I- I need a flashlight. He controls them with his mind, you know. And he looks like you and me, but he’s not. A smiler too, but he doesn’t have their eyes!” Jack moaned, rocking back and forth even faster, hugging his knees tight against himself, and hiding his face in his knees. “Cavalry’s here,” Zero said quietly, looking over at the door as the team quickly entered the lab.

Part 13 As Justin raised my arm up, Mr. Kelly quickly bent down and put his arms around me pulling me into him as tight as he could. I felt immediately like I couldnt breathe and started a coughing fit that I couldnt control and each time I coughed I must have been clenching because Mr Kelly at first only said "Fuck oh fuck your hole is-- oh fuck-- yes-- yes-- fuck" It wasnt until I stopped coughing that I really felt the slam go through me. I started shaking and squirming in Mr. Kelly's arms. "That's right son. Ride it out. I got you. Just go with it. Let it run through your body and take the pleasure of it in." I was breathing hard and heavy like I had just done those 10 sprint sets coach makes us do during practice. I could hear every word he said but there was also a ringing in my ears. But the more I relaxed, the better it felt. The shaking took a while to stop. All the while Mr. Kelly held me and whispered in my ear without ever moving his hard cock inside me. It stayed balls deep as long as that first initial wave hit. The electricity was running all over me, everything tingled, but the tingling and hunger was most intense in my cock and hole and when it all went straight there, I became aware of Mr. Kelly inside me again. Its not that I forgot he was inside me but it hadnt yet connected to the feeling of the slam. When it did, the pleasure hit me almost the way the first slam did. And that's why my first words out of that wave were "Fuck dad I love your raw cock inside me. I need you to breed me dad. Breed your son." Justin and Mr. Miller were somewhere near the bed but not on it. I could hear they were close when they responded to what I said with a "Holy fuck" from Mr. Miller and a "Oh shit" from Justin. Mr. Kelly whispered in my ear first like he didnt want the other guys to hear. "I fucking love you Jake my son. I came in you when you were coughing. You just kept squeezing on my cock. But don't worry. I'm not going to pull out yet. I want to stay inside you. It feels so right to have my cock so deep in my son." I was still shaking but that made me shake in excitement even more. This man was giving me everything I thought could only live in my fantasy. Now it was real. He started rocking his body just enough to have his cock begin to pull and push inside me never doing too much but constantly hitting spots inside me that had my cock as hard as it had ever been. Every sensation was so heightened that his every move had me moaning or just saying things that were totally incoherent. My eyes were rolled to the back of my head and Mr. Kelly's tongue was in my mouth. This felt like as much pleasure as I was ever going to feel. Without stopping his rocking back and forth Mr. Kelly picked me up off the bed and turned us around and then laid back down on the bed with me on top of him. He stayed about halfway inside me the entire time. He pulled his weight up so that we were closer to the headboard. He looked around quickly and said "Justin can you hand me my bag?" I lifted myself up to see if I could manage without his leverage. That motion put more of his cock back inside me and produced another shot of pleasure that went right through my body. I moaned and leaned back further so that the rest was pushed in and instinctively began the riding motion he first taught me. Circles with the hips without pulling myself up. We were both moaning now even as Justin put Mr. Kelly's hand into the bag. I watched him pull out the poppers and then he said "Ready?" and winked. At the same time that I said "For what?" Justin said "Fuck yeah." I thought he was talking to me but Justin knew what he meant so i ignored it and kept riding the thick cock inside me. I heard him unscrew the bottle cap and take a hit. He released it and put the bottle up to my right nostril. He was getting red again. "Take a deep hit son....That's right....remember what we did before? Just hold it in as long as you can. Stop riding your dad for a minute and just focus on holding your breath son." I did as he said but I couldn't hold this hit in long. It was so intense combined with the effects of the slam that were still coursing through me that as it only started to hit me I moaned "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu....." without even realizing it. My body was shaking again in a different way this time like in slow motion and in a way that made me feel like I was somewhere else. I don't know how long that lasted but when I opened my eyes again still riding that wave he put the bottle up to my left nostril. "Son this is so hot. We're going to get you flying now." If I wasnt flying already what was this? I didnt ask, I just inhaled this time harder than before. "Yes son that's the kind of hit that is going to get you to feel amazing. Now hold it son." I tried hard knowing that I didnt want to disappoint him again. He put the bottle aside and pulled me down to him so that I was lying on his chest. He put his hand over my mouth and nose again as we looked into each others eyes. "Son youre doing so good and I can tell already that this hit is getting you so high again oh fuck. Keep holding it and just let that physical sensation carry you to even more pleasure. Put your arms around me son really tight." I did as he asked and now my forehead was down on the pillow. Mr. Kelly pulled his hand away and put his arms around me so tight that I was forced to exhale. He heard me gasp for air. "Thats right son. Feel that go in you." The warmth was coming in waves and this high was getting more and more intense. I couldnt speak. Then I realized he wasnt talking about the warmth going in me. There was a pushing at my hole. A stretching. It was insistent and at first I didnt understand it. It made me whimper. And then I realized. It was another cock. A second cock was pushing into me. It didnt make any sense but then I heard Justins voice. He sounded like he was in a different place too. "So-- tight-- ooooohhhhh" It made me moan louder. I couldnt believe another cock was in me and it was pushing deeper and stretching me out more. And it hurt and felt so good at the same time. My whimpering became moaning and then I could speak again but only one word. "Dad....dad......dad" over and over again. . Mr. Kelly pushed my body up and both worked to arch my back to get them both further in me. "Look at me son. Yes son. Doesnt this feel good?" I still had the one word. "Dad;..dad....dad" He just smiled and nodded. Justin pressed his body against my back and said "How does it feel to have two cocks in you at the same time bro?" I moaned. Justin kept going "Yeah? You like having your dad and older bro fuck you like this? Youre so fucking dirty little bro. My cock is rubbing against dads cock inside you. You know what we call this? Its called incest little bro." That was all it took. That and he began to hit a spot at the same time that Mr. Kelly was hitting another spot inside me. But his voice and his words combined with the sensation of both of their thick cocks inside me made me explode all over Mr. Kellys chest and face. He flinched from the surprise of a rope of my cum splashing across his face and then he had a different more serious look on his face. I could tell he was about to cum in me again. Justin said "Fuck your hole just gets tighter oh fuck. Shit that talk about incest made you cum without even touching your-- fuck I'm gonna-- oh fuck" And then it felt like both were cumming inside me at the same time both pushing themselves as deep as they could go. It felt so good and I felt another rope shoot out of my cock and I screamed shaking uncontrollably like tremors running through me. Justin was making out with my neck. Every touch from both men just heightened every feeling. Mr. Kelly pulled me down to him and kissed me. I felt Justin pull out and my hole wrapped itself back around this dads cock. "That was amazing son. Are you ok?" "Yes dad. I cant believe I had two cocks in me. Youre both so thick." "Get back onto your back son." I didnt want his cock out of me yet but I did as he said and lay down next to him on the bed. As soon as I did Justin crawled between my legs. I noticed he was still hard. We both were. Mr. Miller was at the desk and I heard the click of the torch as he took a hit from the pipe. "That was so hot boys. I came twice watching that." His cum was still fresh dripping down his chest. Justin pulled my legs slightly up and I wrapped them around his waist. "Yeah bro. You are so fucking hot. That was amazing." He grabbed his cock and placed the head at my hole. My hole must have still been open because it just slipped right into me. He laid on top of me and started to kiss me as he pushed himself as deep in me as he could. When he broke the kiss, he said "You feel so good little bro. You like your big bros cock inside you?" His voice and the way he was being so filthy made the night that much hotter. "Yeah bro your cock feels so good. I've wanted this so long." Before he pushed his tongue back in my mouth I could tell my words were making him more worked up too. "Oh fuck little bro." He started to pick up the pace of his fucking and we were animals kissing so hard and his body was pushing deeper in me harder and harder. We went from moaning to screaming into each others mouths. He took a breath and looked into my eyes and didnt say a word. His pace slowed again like he was trying to savor the moment. Like we were the only ones in the room. And then back to animals again. Our moans built to screams again and then a single thrust hard and deep in me and a deep moan into my mouth. With our mouths still locked together I said "Yes bro shoot your big bro cum into me." His body began to shudder. And then I felt it again. That boiling inside me that told me I was about to cum again without touching my cock. I started to moan again and he could tell what was happening. He pulled up. "Oh fuck bro youre gonna cum arent you? Your hole is tightening on my cock again. Oh fuck that feels so good. Youre milking more cum out of me bro." And then I came shooting on my chest and his. My body was bucking over and over again. I couldnt control it and finally after cumming for what felt like forever I was able to breathe again. Mr. Kelly was lying next to us the whole time and he put his mouth to my ear. "Fuck son. Every load you shoot is so big. What is this your 4th load of the night? You just keep shooting rope after rope. It's so hot. I'm so proud of you son." He turned my face toward him and kissed me as Justin laid back down on my chest with his cock still inside me. Hey everyone thanks for the comments. This feels like a possible end point for the story but lmk if you have ideas. I know theres a lot of different ways this could all go so I might pick this up again later. I also started another story in the chaser forum so I might try to focus there for now. Thanks for reading!

Thanks for all your kind comments. Im glad youre enjoying the story. I just wanted to write something that ticked all my boxes 🙂 so its hot to see there are other guys who are into the slow build too. Havent decided if I should end the story soon and start something new or just see where this could go long term. Thanks for reading! Part 9 We lay like that for a while. Making out softly and holding onto each other. He stayed inside me just like I asked. I saw and felt his first load gush out of me when he pulled out and I wanted this one to stay in me. I wanted my body to absorb his cum so that he became part of me. It was strange to think that only one day before I was a total virgin who had never done anything and now I was beginning a life as a bottom who only took cock raw and who only wanted loads shot deep in me. Mr. Kelly of all people did that. He was so hot but before that day I only thought of him as a math teacher I used to have. Everything can change so fast. He finally did pull out and only a little leaked out as he did. He told me to jump in the shower again and he'd order some food so we had the energy to keep the night going. Soon enough we were back in his bed. He handed me his laptop again and asked me to choose. Then he grabbed the pipe and took a hit. It had been a while now since our last hit so the effect was totally worn off on him. I still had some of the effects probably because it had been my first time and because he had me take so many more hits. But I was ready to get high again. He put the pipe to my mouth and I took three big hits before I settled on a video and played it on his TV. It was a group scene. It looked like 5 or 6 guys all making out at the start of the scene. They were all already naked. "This is one of my favorites" he said as he blew out the cloud from the hit he had just taken. He leaned over and put the pipe to my mouth. As I took the hit, he put his mouth to my ear. "Is this the kind of scene you want to try sometime son? Wait until the fucking starts." And as if he memorized the scene, one of the guys went to the bed at the center of the room and got on his back with his legs up. All of the other men gathered around him. "Is this a group with just one bottom?" "Yes. Do you like that idea?" I didn't answer right away. One of the men was rimming the bottom while another was making out with him. I could only think how hot it would be to have that done to me. He put the pipe to my mouth again. As I took the smoke into my lungs he said "Remember to hold it in son. Make this one a big one. I really want you to feel this deep." I did as he said and even when I felt my lungs were full I tried to take in a little more. I nodded and he pulled the pipe away and I held my breath. "Now when you're ready to let it out I want you to let it out through your nose. You'll feel more of the hit that way." I nodded as the tingling started again. This was going to feel good. It was my first day of smoking T but I could already tell what a good hit was. I exhaled through my nose and a huge cloud of smoke built around my face and down my chest. "Thats it son. Fuck that's hot watching my boy get high like that." It hit me. I started shaking and tilted my head back as I rested it against the wall. "Fffffffuuuck dad...." This was the best hit I think I had yet. For good measure, he put the pipe back up to my mouth and I took another big hit. "I want you to keep practicing blowing it out of your nose. You see the difference dont you son?" I nodded as I sucked on the pipe. He took a hit right after me and I tried to hold my breath with him. I exhaled out my nose first but he did while smoke was still building around me. He turned my face to his and we were kissing again. Animals, dad and son, pressing our mouths and bodies against each other like we couldn't get close enough. The movie got louder. Lots more moaning and a lot of "fuck yeah." I turned to look at the screen and the bottom was getting fucked. One of the guys had put the bottoms legs around his waist and leaned down to make out with him while he fucked him. They were holding onto each other like their lives depended on it. Like if they let go they would lose the pleasure that their moans and heavy breathing said they were feeling right then. But even though he hadnt cum yet the top pulled away and out of the bottom and another guy from the group stepped in and did the same thing. He pushed his hard raw cock into the bottom with a moan from both and then he pressed his body down as they started making out with the same passion as the first guy. "What are you thinking? This is something you want isn't it? You want to be the center of attention? Have tops treat you like their boy? Loving you by sharing you this way?" I just nodded. "That looks so hot" I said as I looked back at him. "It looks like it would hurt after a while though. All those cocks?" A third top was fucking the bottom now. "But I just love how they all make out with him when theyre fucking him." "Yes son. I knew you would like that. I love making out with you. I can tell that it makes you want cock so much more when a man is making love to your mouth too. You wrap your arms around me a little tighter when we kiss. You know you can still be the center of a group that doesnt have as many tops." He grabbed the pipe and lit it again putting it to my mouth. We both took two more hits. "I have to refill this pipe again. I'll be right back." He got up and walked out with the pipe. "Your cloth bag is on your desk" I called after him from the bed but he kept walking. The tops all took their turns but no one came. Then the last top pulled the bottom up to his feet. All of the guys moved from the bed to a long couch. All of the tops sat down and the bottom went to one of them and stood up on the couch before lowering himself on the tops cock. They started making out again while the other tops watched and jerked off. Mr. Kelly came back into the room with the pipe. He was still hard as steel. "I forgot that I left the bag in here." He chuckled. "You didn't hear me say that when you walked out?" He just shook his head as he filled the pipe with more of the crystals. Then he lit the pipe and took the first hit. He came over to the bed as he held the hit and leaned down above my cock and blew the cloud onto it as he put me in his mouth. It didnt feel really different but there was something about seeing my cock in this mans mouth as smoke built up around his face and my cock. He lifted his head and looked at me. "You like that?" I just smiled. "You have such a cute smile son." His words could get me so horny for him. He sat back next to me again and handed me the pipe and torch. "I want you to try taking a hit yourself. You're ready for it." I tried to do what I saw him do. I had to try the torch a couple times since the flame didn't trigger with the click the first time. "Now don't get it too close. You don't want to burn it." I pulled the flame a safe distance and then started to see the smoke starting to form. I put my mouth to the pipe and kept the torch going like he had. "That's right. Yup yup yup yup." I started to laugh and coughed up the smoke. I couldn't control myself in the moment. "What happened? Are you ok?" I was still laughing. "Do you realize that's exactly what you would say when we would have to go up to the board and explain the homework problems? That was just a funny time for that throwback." He laughed with me but told me to take a proper hit this time. I lit the pipe and as I put it to my mouth to take the hit, he leaned into me closer and put his mouth up to my ear. "You like that don't you? That your old teacher is here getting you high and breeding you with his huge loads of cum? Did you ever think when you were sitting in my class that a couple years later I would have my thick raw cock deep in you? I wanted you then too. Thinking about your smooth tight body under me and my hard bare dad cock pushing into you and feeling you from the inside." I was just mesmerized by his voice and seeing the bottom in the video moving from one tops lap to another that I wasnt even paying attention to how big the hit was until I started letting some of the smoke out through my nose while I was still taking the hit. "That's right Jake. This is a fat fucking hit. Get high for Mr. Kelly. Get high for your dad." I handed him the pipe as I held the hit. He took a hit of his own as I began to let the hit out of my nose. I was getting even higher than I was before. I was floating and at the same time I could feel that hunger building through the stirring in my cock and the yearning at my hole. He put the pipe down and turned my face to his and kissed me. As I opened my mouth to his he blew his hit into my mouth and I took it in. He pulled away and told me to hold that hit in. Combined with the hit I had just done I knew this was going to put me in a place I hadn't been yet. I let it go and could feel my whole body giving itself over to the high. He was rubbing my chest and abs. "I love seeing you like this. So fucking hot." Just then his phone rang. He went over to his desk. "Fuck. Do you mind? I should get this." I just nodded. I was too high to know what to say. He walked out into the living room. I turned my attention back to the screen. The bottom was laying on the ground on his back again. One of the tops was lying on top of him. I loved how much making out there was. I always thought in a group scene that the bottoms were just treated like holes to fuck and nothing else. That never really appealed to me. This movie though was something I never imagined. The top inside and on top of him started to moan louder in the bottoms mouth. His thrusts became harder like he was trying to get deeper inside. And then that thrust that made it clear he was cumming inside the bottom. His back was arched as he tried to get as deep as he could. And then his body had those spasms like he was still shooting. He stayed inside the bottom as they continued to make out. This was so hot. I was stroking my half hard cock and started to tease my hole with my finger with my legs spread wide on Mr. Kelly's big bed. I was thinking about Mr. Kelly's body on top of me with his hard cock pressed against my hole. I arched my back with my eyes closed feeling that high going through me as I thought about the thick head pushing into my tight smooth hole. "Holy fuck that is a hot sight to walk in on." This was a different voice. Not Mr. Kelly's. I was jolted out my head as I opened my eyes and looked up. My hands were still between my legs and my legs spread apart. "Mr. Miller?! What the fuck?" My current history teacher was standing at the door with Mr. Kelly and one more guy that I recognized but couldnt figure out how. I was coming out of my high. This was freaking me out. "Wh-- wh-- whats going on? What the fuck?"

Part 8 "What is this? You..you...film this stuff? And and and you do this with a lot of guys?" I was freaking out feeling a little stupid that I had thought for a second that I was the only guy this hot man had seduced. In the video he was pulling the boys shirt off. Mr. Kelly came over to the bed and sat next to me. "Hey its ok. I've done this before yes. But this was really special with you. I wanted this and I want it to keep going. I've played with other guys before. You had to know that. That doesn't have anything to do with you and me except that we get to watch if you want. Do you want to keep watching? We can always watch something else. You're pick." I was torn. I was a little jealous watching as Mr. Kelly started making out with this guy "Justin" but it was also really hot watching someone I know in what was basically homemade porn. And where was this guy now? Mr. Kelly was with me now and I had to let that be all that mattered. "We can keep watching this I guess." He smiled and came closer so he could put his arm back around me as we watched. He pulled his towel off and I followed by taking mine off too. He was rigid and his cock was sticking up like a flagpole. He turned my face toward his and pulled me into a long slow kiss incredibly tender and soft. I was falling for him. We didn't know each other that well but I wanted to be with this man who was treating me better than I thought I deserved. "I want to make love to you again son." I moaned in his mouth. "Yes dad. I want that to. Make love to me dad." He pulled me down onto my back again and then pushed me onto my side. He pressed his body against my back. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. "Hook your leg around mine and put your arm around my neck." I did as he said as I got ready to get fucked in this new position. He grabbed the bottle of lube and coated his cock with it and rubbed what was left on his hands on to my hole. I could feel that my hole was still sore but I wanted this. Bad. "Look into my eyes son. Are you ready?" I nodded. Our faces were so close but I could tell that for now he didn't want to kiss. We stared into each others eyes and didnt break as he put his cock against my hole and slowly pushed inside. i gasped as I felt his hard cock going deeper never stopping. We were staring into each others eyes the entire time. He looked so focused and finally he moaned when he pressed his pubes against my hole. "I love being inside you son. You are so warm and tight." I just nodded and moaned into the pleasure of the feeling of his cock taking long slow strokes inside me. "I was right wasn't I? You like raw cock in you don't you?" I nodded. "No son. Jake. Say it. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want." I was deep in the pleasure of his motion. I could only get one word out. "Cock." "No son. Say it. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want for the rest of your life." We still hadn't broken eye contact. "Ra...ra.....raw cock. I want raw cock dad." "Thats right son. And whenever youre getting fucked where do you want your top to cum. Say it Jake. Tell me." His voice was steady. He never got louder or faster. His cock was keeping the same slow pace. Long and slow. "Inside me. I want them to shoot in me. I want them to breed me." "All the time?" "Yes dad. All the time." "Good son. That's the way it should be." He moved in closer and started that soft and slow kiss to go with the slow fucking. Suddenly a yelp came from the video. I forgot it was even on. We both turned and looked. The guy was fucking Mr. Kelly. He was on all fours getting fucked from behind. "Wow. You bottom?" He chuckled. "Of course. I think everyone should know how it feels. It makes you a better top." I looked back at him. "Yeah it does dad." I was smiling but he became serious again. "I'm glad you like it son. But youre not going to top are you son? You were born to bottom weren't you? You were made to take bare cock into your hole and have every top shoot their loads in you. Just getting bred over and over again. Youll never have enough. Isnt that right son?" I just nodded. We were still staring at each other. He was starting to pick up his pace. "Like now. You just cant wait until I shoot another massive load deep into you can you? You feel that? I'm fucking so deep in you. The only man who has touched you in that spot that gives you your ultimate pleasure." He went down to a whisper. "I love touching that spot inside you with my raw cock. That's my skin touching your spot. And its going to be my cum shooting against it. Oh son..." His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he picked up his pace. He pulled me into a kiss again but this time it was animalistic. He even growled. "Oh fuck oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. What do you want son? Tell me what you want son." "Breed me dad. Please. Shoot that cum into your son dad." He was rubbing into that spot instead of tapping it like the first time. It still felt like there was something in me that was going to explode. And then I did. I was shooting all over my chest and the contractions put him over the edge. "I'm cumming son! I'm cumming! Yes!" Then the open mouth scream with no sound. That expression was getting me so hot. Knowing I did that to him. And it meant that warmth I was starting to feel was the cum he was shooting inside me. His body was bucking uncontrollably. He let out a long exhale after his last spasm. "Oh fuck. Youre amazing." I reached down and pulled him into me. "Don't pull out. Stay inside me. Please. I don't want the cum leaking out this time." "Your wish is my command." He smiled and kissed me. We were back to the soft slow kiss.

Anonymous is best. I have cum from giving blowjobs, and they were always anonymous. It's just best that way.

Great topic. i've prolly had a few thousand cocks and i'd estimate about 97% have been anonymous, maybe 3% developed into fuck buddies? i too had a lot of success with CL, a lot more than any other hook up site. Sure, plenty of flakes there, but i got a ton of cum there. my CL hook ups were almost all exclusively anonymous breed and go though, my lying naked and ass up on my bed, door open, they come in and breed me and go. Being face down, i'd say i have never seen at least 3/4 of the guys who have bred me. my anonymous cock sucking experience is mostly in restrooms and Adult Stores through glory holes. More recently, i'm a little less enamored with glory holes, the primary reason being the wall is restrictive when trying to get all of a guys cock down my throat, plus, i love to cup and massage a guys balls while sucking Him, and that's not always doable through a gh. Most booths at Adult stores are pretty dark, so if it starts through a GH, ideally He'll want to come into my booth so i can get ever last millimeter of His cock.

Hello everyone, thank you for your kind email and messages. Sorry for my 'disappearing act'. My 'bf' and I traveled for a couple weeks which put me behind in life. But I hope to get a few more chapters out soon if folks are still into this story? The last chapter might have been lame since there was little feedback, but never sure how folks decide enough is enough of one story line. But anyway, we will see what folks think. I will try and ramp it up a bit. lol Part 19, Breaking the seal. As I smiled seeing my thank you and thought back to how good Mr. C has been to me over the years, heck better than my dad in many ways, I opened the refrigerator door. My eyes got big as they focused on the little brown bottle that was facing me in the door. Seeing the words JUNGLE JUICE and my mind went spiraling through a dark tunnel.... I picked it up and felt the cold glass. I heard Uncle Terry's voice from the bedroom yell out, 'close the door, sniff deep and hurry down here before you exhale'. I picked it up, closed the door, turned and walked toward the bedroom. I exhaled as I opened the cap and inhaled as deeply as I could. I kept the cap in my right hand as I held the bottle in my left hand. As I entered the room, Mr. C was totally naked and he was kissing Uncle Terry. They stood next to the bed and Uncle Terry snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor right in front of them. I somehow knew I was to kneel. As I lowered myself onto my knees in front of them, Mr. C. kept his tongue in Uncle Terry's mouth but was able to mutter through the kiss, 'exhale pup and do the other nostril, we will be with you in a minute.' I did as instructed and looked up at them and Uncle Terry pushed the bathrobe off my back and if fell into a puddle on the floor behind me. I knelled there naked on my knees, looking up at two hairy gods of men. Uncle Terry then said through a muffled kiss with Mr. C. 'breath deep pup, good boy, now put the cap on it and hold. Hold. Hold.... Hold.' His tongue never stopped probing Mr. C's mouth and they felt each others chest. And I heard..... 'exhale and get busy'. I slowly and deeply exhaled and put my face up to their cocks. Their amazing thick shafts were leaking precum. Their cocks were touching and smearing each other's precum around their cock heads. I dove down on both cocks until my mouth was stretched wide. I was flying on the poppers so I couldn't tell from which one, but I felt a hand stroke through my hair and pull my head deeper onto their cocks. They each reached down with a hand and firmly started to roll my nipples in their fingers. I let out a moan and Mr. C slipped his cock out of my mouth and pushed me deeper onto Uncle Terry's cock. I felt Mr. C move behind me. His cock fell heavy on my upper back between my shoulder blades. He pulled my shoulders back and was sliding his wet cock up and down the cleavage in my back that he made. His belly was on the back of my head and he used his belly to hold me deep onto Uncle Terry's cock. After a few minutes of Mr. C reaching down, tweaking my tits, rocking his cock on my back and pushing my face deeper onto Uncle Terry, I could feel Uncle Terry's cock swelling each time he slided it down my throat. He very slowly but deeply and surely fucked his cock deep into my esophagus. Mr. C. brought one hand to my throat and was feeling my adams apple. When Uncle Terry was almost at the base of his cock into my nostrils, I could hear Mr. C saying..... 'yes push that adam's apple down with your cock.' I could feel my adam's apple being pushed down. He repeated it several times and then pulled all the throat slobber back up from my throat and I let out a moan. I looked over as Uncle Terry started patting his hand on the edge of the bed and at the same time, I felt Mr. C picking me up by the hips and guiding me onto the edge of the bed. Uncle Terry jumped up on the bed and had his legs hanging over the side of it. Mr. C then commented, 'son, get up on your uncle and ride that cock into your pussy, while daddy fucks you from behind.' I heard it, but was lost after get on this cock. But I climbed up on the bed and lowered myself onto Uncle Terry's cock. I was right at the edge of the bed and feared my balance slipping and falling off. Daddy came up behind me however and I could feel his furry stomach tickle my smooth back. I was able to get stability from him as he provided a little pressure against my back with his belly. I heard him shake the brown bottle and the little white balls in it clinked against the glass walls of the bottle. I then hear the hiss of the cap coming off. I had my two hands on my tits, slowing rubbing and rolling them through my fingers and I felt Mr. C moving his arms up under my arms to my nose. His left hand pushed my left nostril closed and the right hand brought the bottle to my nose. I exhaled deep and breathed in super deep. As I held my breath he closed my right nostril. I exhaled and the bottle quickly came to my left nostril. I repeated and inhaled super deep. I felt his arms move back down and heard the cap being screwed on. Once I was holding the poppers in, I resumed bouncing up and down on Uncle Terry's cock. I felt daddy move in closer behind me and I then felt something against my hole. It was hard, warm and wet. It was daddy's cock. I exhaled and said, 'time for your cock Daddy?' Daddy said, 'time for both of us in you son.' And with that I felt his cock slowly push up into me. Uncle Terry slowed my hips and stopped me for a minute allowing daddy to slide in deep. My hands went down to the bed to provide myself stability and were replaced on my nipples by Uncle Terry's. He started to work them hard. I was fucking flying on the poppers and felt my hole open incredibly wide. I then felt daddy's pubes against my hole and realized both were in me to the base. Slowly they started rocking me back and forth, up and down, back and forth, up and down. I couldn't make much sense of it, but I had both men's cocks deep inside me. I felt so full. My hole was getting wetter and wetter and more and more loose. They were fucking me harder and harder. My legs started to relax a little bit as the pain wore off and was taken over by great pleasure inside my asshole. I could feel each of them pulling in and out, sometimes in unison and sometimes in opposite strokes, my ass was singing like crazy and I felt incredible. I heard Uncle Terry say, 'oh baby, I feel the underside of your cock sliding over the underside of my cock...., I am getting close.' I then heard daddy say, 'yes lover, this is amazing your cock feels amazing inside his silky fuck pussy. I am about to blow my load inside my boy.' With that, they both started to convulse and shake and I got two loads shot deep in me. They kept squirming and squirming and I got wetter and wetter. Daddy pushed me down with his body weight onto Uncle Terry. The three of us lay there with me being the oreo center. Uncle Terry was able to move us all up onto the bed further and we laid their as our breathing returned to normal. I felt them both kiss my forehead and neck and ears and shoulders, I felt so loved and warm. I felt their cocks getting smaller and smaller and then Uncle Terry's cock slipped out. A minute later and after a couple more humps from Mr. C, his slipped out also. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and looked over toward the edge of the bed. Their was blood on the duvet cover and I said. 'Oh daddy, I think I bled on the bed. Oh, no. I am sorry. Where did that come from? Am I bleeding?' 'Relax son, your pussy was just really stretched and used. You are perfectly fine, she is made for that and it really just means she is more receptive to us.' They both started to kiss me again and we drifted off to sleep.

Part 3. My first day at work. The building of trust with Mr. C. Mr C. Turned the truck off and given I was super eager, I started to open the door. Just then, I felt his hand on my thigh. Startled, i turned my head and looked over at him. He pivoted his body toward me and said, ‘Lukas, do you like hanging out and spending time with me’? My eyes got big, I smiled and I nodded yes. ‘Do you trust me pup?’ I turned toward him and said, ‘Can I be honest?’ ’I would be disappointed if you weren’t pup’, he said. ‘I have always felt this strange connection to you Sir. It’s like you get me or you are part of me. You don’t make fun of me for being stupid, oh sorry for being “naive and slow” (making air quotes and rolling my eyes, my teachers get frustrated when I call myself stupid), I mean yes, I always felt you wanted best for me, but after helping me get that scholarship and getting me this job, I trust you completely.’ With a smile and a wink and a rustling of my hair again, he said, ‘you will make me proud and you will have plenty of money for school in the fall. He handed me several small folded up pieces of paper held together by a paperclip and said, I want you to put these in your front left pocket of your jeans. If tonight you ever get confused or wonder what you should do, I want you to take these out of your pocket and read the one marked #1. You are to think of a question to ask me, said say that question to yourself, this paper has the answer, so just trust me and do what it says and then put the note in your right pocket. If it happens again, you take them out, you pretend to ask me a question and read #2 and repeat the process. There should be enough to get you through the night. Do you understand what I am saying Lukas?’ As I lifted my butt off the leather truck seat he slid them deep into my left front pocket and then patted my upper thigh with a wink. ’I think so Mr C., when I get confused or not sure what to do, I should pull these out, pretend you are with me like this and ask you a question in my head, and read the first one, remember you said to trust you and to do what the note says. Then I put it in my right pocket. Then if I get confused again, I just repeat the process? Right.?’ ‘Yep, you got it buddy’. As getting out of the truck he said, ‘If you ever get in a bind you can text me too, but just pretend you are asking me and trust the notes and you will be great.’ The smell of pizza as we entered the back door was amazing. Mr C took me to his office and had me sign a bunch of forms and legal stuff. He then was looking through a stack of t-shirts and said they were out of Large size and medium. Handing me a small, he said he would get some brought in from the other store. ‘See if you can fit into this pup.’ Being shy and still not sure about my body, I turned my back to Mr. C., peeled off my t-shirt and pulled the C’s pizza t-shirt on. If fit like a glove, no tighter than a glove. I felt like a sausage packed into its casing. He said, oh sorry that is so tight, but you look great, the ladies will love that look and give you big tips, I am sure some of the guys will find you as tasty as our pies as well. Lol. Feeling more confident by his comments, I turned toward him. ‘Christ lukas, you are right, your nipples are very large for a boy your age.’ He playfully winked and tweaked them through my shirt. My eyes got big, my legs clamped together, I bent over a little and my shoulders turned in as I let out a slight moan. ’What was that Pup’? He asked. ‘I am sorry, I have a little issue with my nipples,’ I remarked. ’A little issue?’ Yes Sir, when they are touched, it does something to me.’ I said ‘Does something?’ He asked curiously. ’Yeah, it’s the strangest thing, but it sends waves through me.’, I said. ‘Waves’? ‘‘Yeah, like a get this electric pulse down,... well down to,..... well down to my, well.... to down there...’, looking down at my crotch. Just then this huge black dude strolled into the office and gave Mr. C. a high 5, and said ‘hey boss’. Mr C looked at me and said, ‘Oh your nipples are wired to your cock Lukas? Oh Lukas, this is Jax. He is the lead loader here.’ Jax’s eyes got big and said, ‘Wait, what? The new kids tits are wired to his dick, is that what you guys are talking about? Damn, good to know.’ And started laughing. I turned bright red, said blurted out, ‘No, no, no that’s not what I meant’. Mr C said, ‘it’s ok Lukas, Jax didn’t mean any harm.’ ‘No, it’s not that’, I said. They both looked at me like.... welll? I looked down, and said ‘it’s not my dick the impulses go to, it’s more like between my legs and lower, you know like under my nuts.’ I am beat red by now feeling like I just made a fool of myself in front of my boss and Jax. Jax was quick to put his massive dark hand on my shoulder and say ‘look kid, it’s all good, as long as the feeling goes someplace, it is totally normal.’ I looked up, and smiled and said ‘yeah? Really?’ Mr C said, ‘absolutely, mine are wired to my cock, but lots of boys, younger boys in particular are wired to their holes instead. Mine use to be wired to my hole, but now it goes straight to my dick’, and he grabbed his significant bulge. Jax said, ‘hey kid, my nipples have always been wired right to my big black dong, playing with mine totally gets freak on.’ He looks down at his jeans and I notice what looks his cock is gigantic and snakes several inches down the thigh in his jeans. ’Wow, that’s cool.’ Looking back and forth at them both, I said ‘we learned in school guys can’t talk about stuff like this at work, you can get in a lot of trouble’. Mr C started to talk, but then Jax interrupted said, ‘we are like a family here and respect each other, there isn’t anything we can’t talk about as long as it is said with respect and trust.’ With that, he turned to Mr. C and said, ‘boss, you texted me about making one of my sweet cherry pies today? ‘Yes, how is that coming? please Jax, it must be perfect’, Mr C said. ‘‘It’s about to head into the oven, did you want to see it? Trust me, I can see now and agree, it must be perfect.... and it is. It will need to get delivered in a couple hours. You know Mr Ali loves his swwwwweeeetttt cherry pie delivered when it is still warm and with lots of fresh cream.’ ’I trust you there big guy, go ahead and get it in the oven’, Mr C said. ’Did you hear any word on Billy, Mr. C?’ Jax asked. ’Yeah, he won’t be with us anymore, yesterday was his last day. The sheik said he got his passport arranged and should be released from the hospital tomorrow and he got one of his nurses to come along on the sheiks jet.’, Mr C said. They exchanged high 5s, and Jax said, ‘very nice work Mr C., congrats on another deal.’ After he left, Mr C told me to have a seat and he would explain operations. Mr C explained, ‘We break our operations into loaders and load carriers. As I said earlier, Jax is the lead loader. That was my role, but I am specializing into some new functions and managing other locations as well. He is your boss when I am not here. I trust and respect him completely as we discussed earlier. But being the leader loader means he is great at getting the pizzas and sometimes other pies ready to load into the oven. The load carriers, like you... will then be on the delivery team. The load carriers take over once the loaders getting the pies into the oven. The carriers, will get them out, cut, box and deliver them. We have some common load carriers. Emily, Bob are here today but there are a few others do that. Your role is the special deliveries. Like Jax and I were talking about, Billy, was our special load carrier, but he is relocating and moving soon. My truck has a special warming bin, since I know you, I trust you to drive my truck. These pies are for our really elite special customers. Most of our high wealth clients who expect and like superb customer service from our special load carriers. Oh, we also use this function for some party deliveries. You are very strong and these parties have a really heavy load to carry. With your size, I thought you would be perfect for this role. Do you understand Lukas?’ ’Yes Mr C, thank you for helping me follow that. I am a special load carrier for you and will treat your best customers with great customer service and work on carrying the really heavy loads at parties people are having.’ He smiled and said, ‘you got it exactly right pup’. He then took me out and introduced me to the others. We had a bit of rush so Mr C said, let’s help the common carriers and I can go with you and show you how it works. He grabbed a couple gatorades out of the cooler and as we loaded his truck he took one of the blue diamond vitamins. He asked if I took my vitamins today. I said ‘no Sir, we don’t have money for vitamins’. He said, ‘Lukas, that is unacceptable, if you are going to stay healthy and continue to bulk up before college at the gym, you have to have vitamins.’ I said, “I can get some with my first check’. He said. ‘Don’t be silly, I have plenty, here is some Gatorade, please take one of mine. Well, actually take two if you haven’t been taking them regularly.’ I notice him adjusting himself in his pants, I loved what a real dude he was. My dad was such a soft man, he wouldn’t ever be seen doing something that real men do. As I tried to swallow them, they were big enough they got caught in my throat. But another swing of Gatorade and they went down the hatch. He tossed me the keys and said, ok, let’s get rolling, these pies aren’t getting any fresher. Coming soon, part 4, and the special cherry pie to Mr. Ali.