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Over the next week life went on fairly mundane. Work and school were very busy. I would see the Professor stare at me or look me up and down. I would see him on the days I went in early in his tight spandex bike shorts. Rick and I sucked each other off one night and then I didn't see him for several nights. At the end of the week, I got home late and went to take a shower. As I was finishing up Rick came in. He was fully nude and his cock was hard. He came into the shower and I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. "Yeah boy that's it suck Daddy's cock. You've become such a good cocksucker. Only a couple of weeks ago you were only eating pussy now you are only eating dick. Isnt that right" he said I nodded. He was right. I loved sucking his cock and tasting him. I let his mammoth meat out of my mouth and then suck and licked his balls and rubbed my face in it. I loved how he smelled and wanted that all over my face. He then stood me up bent me over and rammed his cock in me. I yelled in pain. "Shut up. This is what you have wanted right? All week, you wanted this. Tell me I'm wrong" he said as he started to fuck me. "Ohhhhhhh, yes Daddy I want this. I need your cock in me, fuck me please" I moaned pushing back on him, my ass now sucking his cock. "Fuck your pussy is pulling my cock in. You have a hungry wet pussy don't you Dan. My beautiful Dan" he said now in stride fucking me "Yes Daddy" I moaned "Yes Daddy what" he said "Yes Daddy my pussy is hungry for your cock. Yes I have a pussy and it needs your cock" I moaned pushing back to meet his thrust With that he started to pump hard into me fucking me grabbing my hips. Then he pushed me against the wall and stuck his cock deep in my guts and kept banging me. It hurt but I didn't care I wanted him in me. "I'm cumming in you boy" he yelled I pushed back on me and arched my ass out to meet his stick and felt him spasm and shoot load and load of his hot cum in me. As he did I felt again that feeling in my ass and started to cum and shoot against the wall. He kept grinding in me. He turned my head and we shared a keep kiss. He finally pulled out and I naturally turned around, dropped on my knees and cleaned off his cock covered in cum, my pussy juice and there was a little blood in the cum. As I sucked him I felt his cock spasm again but then felt a stream. What the heck it was piss. I looked up surprised and started to pull off. "Don't pull back bitch. Swallow it, don't waste a drop" he commanded I swallowed quickly as he kept pissing in my mouth. I swear he pissed half of a cup at least. When he was done he pulled out his cock stil hard. "Good boy" he said He lifted me up and kissed me deep and pushed me back against the wall. We stayed there for a few minutes kissing and holding each other. I was in heaven. Things felt right again with Rick. I know I need him. As we parted a kiss he looked at me and I looked at him. "My gorgeous young man. What's the stare" he asked I looked at him with gleeming eyes. "I think I have fallen for you. I want to be with you" I said "I know. There is so much more for you and us." he said and kissed me deeply. Happiness.

As I walked to the conference room I couldn't stop thinking about the Professor's cock and he had a ring through it. What is that for? It was a thick ring almost horseshoe like. Why would anyone wear it. There was something sexy about it. I started to think that it must hurt someone who he is fucking with that on his cock. Right? It can't feel good. I got the conference room and they just had started the meeting. The room was full and I had to sit in the back of the conference room on a lecture table. Each one had two chairs. A few minutes after me the Professor walked in and as the room was full he came and sat right next to me. He had changed clothes. He was wearing grey thin nylon running shorts like mine but were a smidge longer. He smiled as he sat down. Since it was tight where we were in the back and against the wall he had to slide in and his leg rubbed against mine. He apologize and I just smiled and said it was ok. I could smell his musty scent and it was a little warm in the room with it being full. He smelled good. My cock started to get hard. He saw me take a noticeable inhale and smiled at me. I tried to calm down and focus on the meeting. Luckily someone right in front of me asked a question and everyone looked at the back part of the room so that made me focus. The meeting as all meetings do lasted longer than it should but we were out of there. As I walked out I had to use the bathroom. I went in and started to take a pee. Professor Post walked in and pulled out his cock and stroked it a bit and looked over. There was no wall between urinals and I could see his cock as he rubbed it. It was huge and semi-hard with that metal ring. He saw me look and smiled back and then looked down at mine. "Someone has been a naughty boy" he said smiling Shit I thought, he saw me looking at his cock. "Huh what do you mean" I said "You must've been naughty. Looks like you got a spanking." he said. I didn't realize as I was in such a rush to piss part of my shorts fell below my waist. "Ohh that ughh yeah I fell on my ass" I said. I quickly zipped up and left. OMG I was so embarrassed that he saw the spank marks on my ass. I went back to the office grabbed my stuff and went to my class. The day went on kind of long but I got through it. After class I tried to call and text Jane again. I had called her several times since that night and texted. The only text I got back was, "Fuck you. You cheating fag!". I really felt bad. I didn't want it to be like this. Less than two weeks ago I was a straight guy with a gf who loved to fuck and eat pussy. I had other women flirt with me and I loved the slutty ones too. I really cared for Jane and felt really bad. And now I have sucked cock, had my cock sucked, eaten lots of cum, and even been fucked several times and had cum in me. All with an older man who has HIV. As I remembered the way Rick touched me, tasted me, fucked me, held me and made me feel, my body got warm and my cock started to get hard. Again in any other world not a good looking guy but I found him handsome, sexy and had this sexual aura about him. I met my friends at the bar and we were eating and having drinks. Some of their friends joined us and I got to know them. We stayed out till about 9p and then I went home. When I went inside the house, I changed and then went to if Rick was up. He was in his bedroom on the couch watching TV. "Come inside and tell me about your day" Rick said I went thru my day and even told him about Professor Post. He said the Professor has a crush on you and you have one on him. "No I don't have a crush but I do find him attractive" I said "I am jealous" Rick said "You shouldnt' be. You are more attractive and sexier than him" I said putting my hand on his thigh. "Also I wanted to tell you that I took the PEP" I said. He didn't have any negative reaction which I was surprised at. "I am glad you decided. How do you feel about it" he asked "I feel good. I think it buys me more time to think this through as I am still confused. I hope I was in time and it works" I said "Me too" Rick said genuinely "Thank you. That makes me feel better" I said "Why so" he asked "I was worried you would be mad or disappointed at me for taking it" I said softly looking down "No not at all. All I want if for you to be comfortable and happy with the decisions you make. And to enjoy our intimacy and your own body and desires" he said. He then leaned over and started to kiss me. We made out. His scent was strong and intoxicating. Our tongues were intertwined and we both started to take off what clothes we had on. Then he went down on my hard cock sucking me deep in his mouth tonguing my cock and then in his throat. I moaned. "Ohhhhhh Daddy" I yelled He kept sucking me. I couldn't help myself I reached over and took him in my mouth. We were now sucking each other off in 69. He moaned as I worked his thick hung meat. I then felt one finger then two fingers in my ass working my hole and prostate. "OHHHHHH Daddy" I moaned. He worked that for a few minutes and I couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" I moaned with his cock in my mouth as I shot spurt of how cum in his mouth. He sucked and tongue thrashed my cock head and worked my prostate together and I just started to moan louder. It was an intense orgasm. After a minute or so he still sucked and worked my hold slowly until I came down and became too sensitive. He finally let me cock out of his mouth and removed his fingers. He moved me so I was lying flat on the couch and then sat on my face with his ass. "Eat me boy" he said He pushed his pungent smelling ass in my face. I pushed back a bit. "I dont really eat ass" I said "You also didnt suck cock either but you love it now dont you? He said as he pushed down on me. I was consumed by it and started to lick him. It was a pungent smell that also had a bit of his body odor from his armpit the scent started to overwhelm me. I started to dive in and eat him. "Ohhh yeah boy. I knew you would be a good ass eater. Eat Daddy out" he said I ate him licking his hole, his under crotch area and his balls. The smell of his ball were wonderful as I licked them up. As I was eating and licking him he lifted my legs and stuck two fingers in my hole. I started to pant and moan in his ass. "Fuck Dan your pussy is so hungry its eating my fingers" he said I was preparing him to fuck me hard. He lifted off my ass but instead of fucking me he stuck his cock in my mouth making me gag. "Suck slut" he said I went into overdrive and sucked and licked his cock hungrily. I used my mouth, tongue and hand to get him off. After about 5 minutes, I felt his start to tense. "Here you go boy" he said and then he started shooting spurt after spurt of hot semen into my mouth. He kept pushing his cock into my mouth and sucked him wanted every drop of his seed to taste him. After he finished he pulled out of my mouth. "Good boy. Look at you, you love cock dont you" he said I nodded. My hole still twitching I wanted him to fuck me. "Time to go to bed. I am beat." Rick said turning off the TV. I left his bedroom a little sad. Even though I had cum I was still horny.

For those who enjoyed reading my this, let me know what themes/plot points/moments you liked! — Maybe I’m a coward with a sick and twisted mind. Who cares honestly. My mind is drifting in and out of consciousness, bouncing between the immense pleasure pulsing from my hole and the drug-fueled haze of the past. This stranger is pounding away at my hole, intent on dumping another load up my used cunt. At 39, I’m finally living a life that makes me feel whole: spending most of my waking hours working out and getting fucked. It’s taken me years to admit that my fulfilling life doesn’t involve fighting the good fight. I chased after degrees, titles, and projects that would signal an accomplished life. But deep down, I felt trapped by the mundaneness of routine and rules. It took me a while to admit that I’m selfish and the only things I care about are cocks and cum. I’m vain. I love having a muscular body to seduce other men. I love flexing my butt or stretching my arms to reveal my toned abs. Despite being a tenured professor at one point, I’m actually a dumb faggot deep down. Arghhhhhhh, the guy fucking me moaned. He thrust in me hard one last time before pulling out only to be replaced by another guy. I didn’t know what they looked like because I was blindfolded. I could see faint lines of light, but everything was hazy. My body was humming from the Molly, weed, shrooms, and poppers. As the new guy found his rhythm, my mind began drifting again, almost as if the rhythmic fucking was the key to start my walk down memory lane. I met Tom when I was 29 and in my second-to-last year of grad school. The sustained stress of a PhD program unearthed and magnified my childhood traumas and fear of abandonment. I wanted a safe, stable relationship that could help me heal from my past. But I also knew that was the trauma talking. The thought of “wanting safety” had become an overbearing bodyguard, one that stood firm between me and the greater unknown. But also one that had backed me into a small corner. Of course, I didn’t have this clarity back then. Meeting Tom at the height of my life stress made me cling on to safety more than anything. And Tom was and still is the sweetest, most loving man I have ever met. He received all wounds with open arms. Supported me through the rest of grad school, encouraging me every time I wanted to quit or panicked because I felt inadequate. He was beautiful inside and out. Tom has these rich brown eyes that matched his skin tone. Those brown eyes gave such sweet, loving gazes. His nose and jaw were sharp and masculine. But his lips were large and soft, so delicate. And his cock. Oh god. That’s what really drew me to him when we first met. When he sent me dick pics over Grindr, I knew I was going to have fun. It tasted and felt even better in person. So thick. 6.5”. Husband dick. Or so I thought at the time. He came over. Fucked me. We cuddled, and the rest was history. Those first few months were magical. I thought I had found my sexual match. He quickly learned that I love having my nipples played with. Tom was always down to breed me. He could go multiple times, sometimes even staying hard after cumming and could go again (slowly at first). One time I got curious and asked him what the most times he’s cum with someone in one session. Eight times. It was with he ex, Kyle. He met Kyle over Grindr and was going to be one of two guys to fuck Kyle. The other guy passes out after dumping two loads into Kyle, and Tom ended up staying up through the night fucking Kyle. No drugs either. He said Kyle’s hole was magical. He could slide in without lube and just start fucking. He said Kyle’s hole made his cock twitch and tingle in ways he had never felt. And Kyle had this chaotic energy to him that made the encounter so fun. Tom’s eyes were elsewhere as he was telling me. His cock was rock hard, leaking, as he recounted how amazing Kyle’s hole felt. Tom said it was a bad breakup, but he would love to fuck Kyle again. Of course I freaked out hearing that. Christian trauma and abandonment fears were like the angel and devil on my shoulders, except both were telling me in unison to freak out. So I did. And Kyle became a sore spot in our relationship. A couple years into the relationship, Kyle had reached out to reconnect. Tom and I talked it over and I said it would be ok as long as Tom sets boundaries. They met up and talked for 3 hours. Didn’t do anything. And I trust Tom (we were still living in different cities). He told me about everything after and assured me nothing has changed for him. Little did he know, I impaled myself on my largest dildo and came time. I was horny by the fear and jealousy of losing him to Kyle, of him wanting Kyle more than me. And the thought of that made me fuck myself again. I wanted some loads real bad. Went on sniffies and got some guys by campus to come fuck me. I sniffed so much poppers that I went blind for a few seconds. I felt a high so exhilarating that I never wanted to come down. Alas, I came down and came. Got a load and had tuckered myself out. A few weeks go by and Tom says that he still has complex feelings for Kyle. They hung out again and Tom said he felt this pull towards Kyle. I freaked out. I told him I found this hot, but also that I don’t have the bandwidth to navigate this right now. He agreed and paused reconnecting with Kyle. Such a loving man. Sniff, someone said as they held a bottle to my nose. I sniffed hard as someone played with my nipples. He hovered over them gently and it felt so good that I squirted through my cage. Sniff! My body began to fade into the past again as the poppers began to swirl through my lungs. Four years later, things were starting to feel stable. I was done with grad school and finishing up my third year of my tenure track. Tom and I had been living together for about three and a half years. We moved in together right after I graduated. The first year was tough. It took us a while to calibrate to each other’s idiosyncrasies, but with enough time and patience, anything is doable. Our home was like a well oiled machine. We had also done a lot of couple’s therapy by this point. I was able to confront my abandonment fears, and Tom showed that he wanted to spend his life with me. We opened up our relationship and it was great. Well it was great and confusing. Tom fucked so often. So did I. But just not each other. Tom wanted to, but I just wanted to be ravaged by men. It was about quantity. I felt a rush when men lust after my body and hole. I should have known that I never truly dealt with my emotional trauma. It had simply transformed from fear to a need to be desired. External validation was my new dopamine. Being loved by one amazing man wasn’t enough anymore. I needed more. I remember it was around the one year mark after we opened that I grew restless. The overnight or weekend cum dump sessions weren’t enough for me anymore. I was growing tired of the balancing act I was doing. Coordinating my life with work and Tom meant I could never really act on my sluttiness on a whim. Everything had to be scheduled, meaning being a faggot had to be scheduled. But I had worked so hard for this life. Worked so hard to build my relationship with Tom. But my hole by this point had a mind of its own. It would rumble and vibrate telling me it was hungry. Sometimes I swore it would send my mind visions of the type of cock it was craving. Then I would need to hunt for this cock. But I could never stay out for too long, so my hole was never satisfied. Weekend motel sessions became the highlight of my month. Fall 2023. My foggy brain can’t pinpoint the month, but I know for a fact it was autumn 2023. Tom was gone for 3 weeks between seeing family and for work. I prepped for a week long cumdump session at my favorite motel. I set my out of office emails and notices, put up ads on all my fav sites, got drugs, and went to the motel. I had an abundance mindset. I wanted everything and nothing was too much. I was high on molly and weed. Four or five guys had fucked me by this point. My hole was humming. I was so happy. I was playing with my hole and nipples. Switching back and forth with one hand and scrolling on my phone with the other. He walked in. My eyes and lips went soft and numb. I couldn’t believe the god in front of me. He looked like if an Abercrombie model grew up to work as a mechanic who still worked out. Muscular but daddy. His shirt clung to his muscles. He was tall and hairy. His face looked serious. I wanted him with all my being. I perked up and slowly crawled to him, from the bed to the carpet. He looked down at me and didn’t say anything. He inspected my eyes carefully and then pulled out a pipe. He told me to standup and suck it. I stood up faster than you can blink. I never wanted anything more in my life than to have sex with this man. I mean that. I loved Tom, but this wasn’t about love. It’s about desire. And I have never desired another man more than him. I projected all my dom fantasies into this man the second he told me to smoke from his pipe. Not a question but an order. A fantasy I had replayed in my head a thousand times. I saw myself being owned and trained to be a nasty cumdump. Daddy’s sex slave. Daddy’s cash cow. Daddy’s faggot. I was leaking possibilities. So I looked at him with big puppy eyes and inhaled as he lit up that pipe. And he kept the fire going. And just when I thought I couldn’t anymore, he stopped and told me to hold. He sat slowly down in the bed and undid his pants. Told me to exhale on his cock. I did just that. Nothing more. I just hovered over his cock never stopping eye contact. I wanted to show him that I’m a good faggot. This was my audition. I wanted to show him how I’m a good faggot so I quickly darted my eyes to the pipe and then back to him. He didn’t budge. I was so horny. I want him to fuck me up. I wanted to get fucked up. So I said please can I have more? He lit the pipe. I inhaled and exhaled. More, he said. So I took rapid fire hits. My body was humming and my eyes felt like they were going to roll around the sockets. I wanted his cock so badly. I begged. Please can I have your cock? Please I need your cock. My hole was screaming at me to get on his cock. My head and hole were fighting!

finally succeeded with the pics. here's my own gape compared to a "normal" anus

A couple of months ago I met-up with a guy on Manhunt. He was a bottom, 20 years old, white, still even living at home, and between boyfriends. He wanted to get fucked, and was frantically horny. He said he was negative, and I assured him I was likewise. We discussed if we were going to go bareback or use a condom. He told me that he had only gone bareback once with his ex-boyfriend, so we would use a condom. He asked if that was ok, and I said “sure, that’s fine,” thinking I would blow him off. Then he asked if I came a lot and if I could cum more than once. Bingo - I saw an opportunity. I told him that I shoot a lot of cum even on my second or third round, but that if I used a condom I could only cum once because after the first time, that the rubber desensitized my dick so much I couldn’t stay hard. But, on the other hand, if I went bareback I could go for two or three rounds (which was actually true). He liked the idea of multiple rounds with me, explaining his former boyfriends had generally had had low sex drives, and, consequently, he was never particularly satisfied in his sexual encounters. In short, he was intrigued by the notion of a multi-cummer who could truly wear-out his hole. Weighing up his remarks, I figured he would probably be open to barebacking, so I invited him over, and told him to pick-up some condoms. He agreed, and took down my address. He showed up an hour later, and was clearly nervous, so we talked a bit while seated on the coach. As he gradually relaxed, I sensed it was time to down to business, so I slid closer to him, took his face in my hand, and began to kiss him. Man did the clothes fly! We were naked within minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with abandon. His cock was a respectable five or six inches, and his balls were drawn tight - presumably out of excitement. Naturally, my cock was turgid, and my big balls ready to deliver their four-day load as directed. Leading him to my bedroom, we maneuvered into a 69 position, each pleasuring the other. He did a decent job sucking my cock, although I was really too big for him, so he focused on stroking the shaft while sucking the head. I swallowed his cock and consecutively swallowed each of his balls as I played with his taint, sensing such as the best way of readying him. Eventually I flipped him over onto his belly and rimmed his bubble butt. For a generally smooth guy, he had an interestingly hairy ass. Fucking sweet! He damn near knocked me off in excitement. Apparently, no one had ever done it to him before. When his ass seemed amply relaxed, I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cock along his crack, showing him that I was ready to fuck him. His build was a lot smaller than mine, so I took command, wrapping my entire body around him, holding him in my arms, grinding my cock against his bubble ass. This turned him on, as I knew it would. This kid was a submissive, and wanted to be dominated by a man. A man he would get! He moaned, and then whispered the words I had been waiting to hear: "fuck me." Smiling with inward satisfaction, I grabbed some lube (which I had placed within arm’s reach) and greased up my bare cock. He didn’t offer-up a condom, and frankly I don’t know if he even had them. I slowly slid my cock head into him, giving him a minute to adjust, as my cock is fairly large, and when the time seemed ripe, eased the entire shaft into his warm, wet, tight ass. I could feel his ass muscles alternately clench down and push back against me, impaling himself onto my raw cock. He was hardly inexperienced, even if generally unsatisfied with his partners. He had mentioned that, when most guys fuck him, they came in under a minute, and he hated as much because he never had time to get off. I could understand why the earlier tops had come so quickly: his ass was round and perfect, but I was determined to make the experience memorable for him, so I measured my strokes so that I wouldn’t blow too quickly. I wanted to convert him in more than one sense. Several times, as my breathing got heavy and I got close, he asked me if I was going to cum yet, and I told him “no, man, not yet - we’ll make it last,” slowing down to delay my orgasm. When I had regained control, I resumed pumping my bare cock in and out of his ass, keeping him pinned directly against the bed, so he couldn’t get to his own dick. Finally I let it go. My balls contracted, sperm shooting out of my raw cock into his ass, pumping him full of poz cum. I unloaded for perhaps 15 seconds, relishing in breeding him. He had no idea what he had taken, besides my cum, into his hole. As my orgasm subsided, I continued to slowly fuck his ass, while he just moaned, feeling my cum squishing around inside him. About 10 minutes later I rewarded him with another load of cum on top of my first one. Spent for at least a little while, I pulled out with a wet plopping sound, and kept him face down so my seed wouldn’t spill out of his ass. I stroked his hole, soothing it with gentle massaging, as we talked for about half hour, and I worked my cock. In due course, my cock regained turgidity, and I had him reposition himself doggy style, mounting his ass again, barebacking fucking him from behind. This time, however, I allowed him to jack his dick. After ten minutes or so, he asked if I was close. I was and said as much, to which he replied "I want to taste it this time." I replied “Nah - this one’s also for your hole. You can eat my fourth load,” whereupon I blew inside his butt, notwithstanding his request. His ass was made for breeding, and I wanted to make sure it was done to completion. As I came, he shot his load onto the bed and collapsed on his stomach, with me on his back. I continued to pump his ass slowly, and him if he wanted my fourth load, but he was exhausted, and truth be known, so was I. He got all mushy and clingy then, wanting to hang out and talk, but I cut him short saying I had to run. I also wanted to get him out the door before he asked to use the bathroom, thus giving my poz cum the time it would need to work its way into his body. Notwithstanding my seeming rudeness, he contacted me a few days later, wanting to get together for another session, but we never did. My work was done, and I knew was sure of as much when a few weeks later, while chatting on-line, he mentioned he had the flu, and wasn’t feeling well. I told him it was going around, and was sure he’d be better soon. Yeah, right! Welcome to the brother hood buddy!

Part 14: The Scorpion's Lesson and an Invitation from Two The message sits on your phone for three days before you finally send it. Three simple words that feel like a confession of failure: "It didn't take." You've been staring at the single line on your latest HIV home test for an hour, the stark, solitary mark mocking you from the bathroom counter. It is Sunday evening. The sound of your husband's car pulling away has faded, leaving the apartment in a sudden, echoing silence. He's gone for the week, back to his work life 400 kilometers away, and you are alone. This is the first ritual of your week of freedom: the test. Your heart pounds with a mixture of hope and dread, a lonely, desperate prayer in the quiet of your empty home. But the result is the same as always. Negative. Still negative. Still on the outside looking in. Ten weeks. Ten weeks since that perfect night in the hotel with Mark, since you felt the searing heat of his toxic load claim you. You waited for the flu, the fever, the sign. It never came. That negative result at the clinic stripped you bare. It sent you spiraling. You abandoned the hope of a perfect, emotional conversion and embraced a brutal, transactional reality. In a frenzy, you first took the student's questionable load followed by the doctor's poison in a filthy bathroom, anything to feel the change. It's been four weeks since that day. And still... nothing. This single line on the test strip is a verdict not just on Mark's gift, but on the doctor's, on every desperate, filthy act you've committed. You are a fortress. An impenetrable, negative fortress, and the irony is so bitter it tastes like ash in your mouth. Your thumb hovers over the send button. This isn't just a message to Mark; it's a plea. It's a confession. It's a prayer. You press send. His response comes within minutes. Just two words: "Call me." Your fingers tremble as you dial. The phone rings once, twice, and then his voice fills your ear, warm and familiar, like slipping into a favorite sweater on a cold night. "Hey, you," Mark says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "I was wondering when I'd hear from you." "Hey," you manage, your throat tight. "I... I got tested again. It's still negative." There's a pause, and you brace yourself for disappointment, for pity, for the awkward platitudes that people offer when they don't know what else to say. But instead, you hear a soft, genuine laugh. "I'm not disappointed," he says, and his voice drops to a more intimate register. "Honestly? It just means I get another excuse to be with you, have fun with you, have another blast at my babies to take hold of you." The words hit you like a warm wave, washing away the disappointment and replacing it with something else entirely. Hope. Anticipation. The familiar stirring in your groin that always accompanies thoughts of Mark. "I was hoping you'd say that," you admit, your voice steadying. "Good. Because I have plans." He pauses, and you can almost see him leaning back in his chair, that easy confidence radiating through the phone. "I'm coming to Frankfurt in two weeks. Conference. Three days, two nights. But I won't be alone." Your heart skips. "What do you mean?" "There's someone I want you to meet," Mark says. "His name is Stefan. He's... important to me. And I think he could be important to you too. I want all three of us to meet at my hotel." The implication hangs in the air, heavy and intoxicating. Three of you. Together. The thought sends a jolt of electricity straight to your cock. "Who is he?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. Mark is quiet for a moment, and when he speaks again, his voice has softened, becoming reflective, almost vulnerable. "You remember our first night?" he asks. "When I couldn't do it? When I pulled out that condom because I was so terrified of the monster inside me?" You remember. God, you remember. The hollow, frustrating safety of it. The way your cock softened when you saw the black XXL Magnum gleaming in the hotel light. The way he entered you, and it felt like nothing, like fucking through a wall. And afterwards, the desperate, depraved act of stealing his filled condom from the wastebin, smuggling it home inside you like a thief carrying stolen treasure. "I remember," you say quietly. "After you left that night," Mark continues, "I was a wreck. I felt like a coward. I hated myself. I'd had the most beautiful, willing man in my bed, a man who wanted exactly what I had to give, and I couldn't do it. I was too scared of what it would mean, of what it would make me." You can hear the pain in his voice, the echo of that old fear, and your heart aches for him. "So I went to a poz support group," he says. "Just to listen. Just to be around other guys who understood what it felt like to carry this thing inside you. I sat in the back, didn't say a word. Just listened to their stories. And that's where I saw him. Stefan." "Stefan?" "My colleague," Mark says, and there's a note of wonder in his voice, like he still can't quite believe it. "We'd worked together for years. Had coffee dozens of times. Talked about projects and deadlines and all the mundane bullshit of office life. I had no idea he was gay, let alone poz. Neither of us knew about the other. And there he was, standing up in front of the group, sharing his story like it was nothing. Like it was just a fact of his life, not a tragedy." You're riveted, hanging on every word. The image of Mark, vulnerable and lost, sitting in a folding chair in some community center, watching his colleague reveal a secret neither of them knew they shared—it's almost too intimate to bear. "After the meeting, he came up to me," Mark continues. "He could see I was struggling. He didn't offer advice or platitudes. He just said, 'Let me buy you a beer.'" Mark's voice becomes more animated as he describes the pub. It was a small, dimly lit place near the community center, the kind of bar where the wood is worn smooth by decades of elbows and the bartender knows everyone's name. They found a corner booth, ordered two pints, and Stefan just... waited. "He didn't push," Mark says. "He just sat there, drinking his beer, looking at me with these calm, steady eyes. And eventually, I started talking. I told him everything. About you, about my fear, about how I felt like a prisoner in my own body. About how I'd had the chance to give someone exactly what they wanted, and I'd been too scared to do it." You can picture it perfectly: Mark, his powerful frame hunched over a pint glass, spilling his guts to a man he thought he knew but was only just meeting for the first time. Mark's voice drops, becoming softer, more intimate, as if he's sharing a profound secret. "That's when it happened. That's when I really saw him. For the first time. All those years we'd worked together, I'd never... seen him. He was just Stefan. A colleague. Tall, blond, our age. But in that moment, sitting across from me in that dim booth, he was completely transformed. I saw the man, not the colleague. I saw the way the dim bar lights caught in his hair, making it shine like a halo of spun gold. I saw his eyes—not just blue, but a piercing, intelligent blue that seemed to see straight through all my bullshit and into the scared man underneath. And that three-day beard... it wasn't unkempt. It was a shadow of masculine perfection, accentuating a strong jaw and lips that looked like they were built for both whispered secrets and dirty, sinful kisses. I saw a warmth radiating from him, a deep, empathetic calm that had nothing to do with the beer in his hand. It was in his posture, in the way he leaned forward, hanging on my every word. He wasn't just listening; he was feeling my story with me. I realized in that moment that he wasn't just a considerate person; he was an exceptionally rare, beautiful soul. And my god, was he sexy. It wasn't a loud, aggressive sexiness. It was a quiet, confident power. The sexiness of a man who is so completely at ease in his own skin, in his own poz body, that it becomes a magnetic force." You can't help it. The way he's talking, the reverence in his voice... you have to ask. "Mark," you interrupt gently, "it sounds like you fell in love with him." There's a soft chuckle on the other end of the line, not one of mockery, but of understanding. "Yeah," he admits, his voice warm. "I thought so at first, too. It's an easy mistake to make. When someone sees you that clearly, when they offer you that kind of unconditional acceptance... it feels like love. But it's something different. It's deeper in a way. He didn't want to own me, and I didn't want to own him. He just... freed me. He's not my lover. He's my brother. The brother I never knew I needed." Mark takes a breath, and you can hear the awe in it still. "When I was done," he continues, "Stefan just nodded. He didn't offer pity. He didn't tell me I was wrong to be scared. He just said, 'I understand. But you're looking at it all wrong.'" Mark's voice drops, imitating Stefan's quiet intensity. "'It's not a monster, Mark. It's a gift. And you heard it tonight in every story they told. The only relief they ever found was in the giving.'" The words send a shiver down your spine. A gift. The idea was so simple, so radical. In that moment, Mark told, the heavy cloak of shame he'd been wearing since his diagnosis began to feel lighter, replaced by the first stirrings of a strange, potent pride. A monster you hide from is a curse. A gift you can give is a treasure, a source of unimaginable power. "'And then he said, 'Let me show you what I mean.'" Mark's voice drops to a low, conspiratorial whisper as he describes what happened next. "We left the pub and walked through town. It was late, almost midnight. The streets were quiet, just a few people heading home from the bars. Stefan didn't say much, just walked beside me, his hands in his pockets. We cut through a park, and I started to wonder where we were going." He pauses, and you can hear him take a breath. "And then we stopped at this rundown public toilet, hidden between the bushes. I'd walked past it a hundred times and never even noticed it. It was one of those old municipal buildings, the kind they built in the seventies and then forgot about. Crumbling brick, graffiti on the walls, a single flickering light over the door." You can picture it perfectly. You know places like this. You've been to places like this. Your memory of your encounter with the gaunt Peter and BREEDER flashes back – just as the image of you sitting drenched in cum and piss in the urinal trough. The thought of Mark, still new to his diagnosis, standing outside such a place with a colleague he barely knew, makes your cock twitch in your pants. "Stefan pushed open the door and stepped inside," Mark continues. "I followed. The first thing I noticed was the smell. A thick, unmistakable cocktail of stale piss, disinfectant, and male musk. It was pitch black in there, the only light a faint, dirty glow from the clerestory windows near the ceiling. But I could hear them. Breathing. Shuffling. The creak of leather, the rustle of fabric. We weren't alone." Your mouth is dry. Your hand has drifted down to your crotch, pressing against the growing bulge. "Stefan squeezed my arm and whispered, 'Stand back. Watch.' And then he walked forward, into the darkness. I heard him unzip. Heard the stream hit the metal of the urinal trough. And it just... kept going. A powerful, neverending piss, echoing off the tiles. It was like a declaration, like he was marking his territory." "Jesus," you breathe, your hand already pressing down hard on your cock through your jeans. "Mark, I'm rubbing my cock right now." Mark's voice becomes hushed, reverent. "And then... headlights. A car passing on the road outside. The light sliced through the clerestory windows, and for just a few seconds, the whole place lit up in a stark, silent flash." He pauses, letting the image build. "That's when I saw it. Stefan's cock, hard and solid, pointing up towards the trough, still dripping from his piss. It was massive—thick, uncut, with a heavy foreskin that was slowly retracting to reveal a fat, glistening head. And above it, on his hip, just visible above the waistband of his jeans... a scorpion tattoo. Black ink, sharp lines, the tail curving down towards his cock like an arrow pointing the way." "Wow," you breathe, your hand already pressing down hard on your cock through your jeans. "A scorpion... fuck." "And I saw the other men see it too," Mark continues. "There were maybe five or six of them in there, lurking in the shadows. When the light hit Stefan's scorpion, their eyes went wide. They knew what it meant. And in that moment, I understood. He wasn't hiding a monster, a curse to be kept secret. He was holding a treasure, offering a gift. They weren't backing away in fear; they were kneeling in desire. They moved closer, not to threaten, but to receive." "God, they're all just a bunch of desparate hungry pigs, aren't they?" you groan, your voice thick with lust as you palm your hard cock. "Fuck, that's so hot." "One of them, a young guy, maybe mid-twenties, dropped to his knees right there on the filthy tile floor," Mark says, his voice thick with the memory. "He crawled forward until he was right in front of Stefan, looking up at him like he was looking at the scorpion itself, made flesh. Another one, a skinny twink with bleached hair, bent over one of the sinks, his jeans already around his ankles, his pale ass glowing in the dim light." You pant. "They couldn't help themselves. They smelled the poison." "They were drawn to him like moths to a flame," Mark continues. "And Stefan just stood there, calm, letting them come. He didn't say a word. He just... accepted their worship." You're stroking yourself now, slowly, the fabric of your pants creating a maddening friction against your aching cock. "And then Stefan looked over at me, standing in the shadows, watching. And he smiled. Not a cruel smile, not a predatory grin. Just a knowing, gentle smile. Like he was saying, 'See? This is what we are. This is our power. They're not running from the poison. They're running toward it.'" "Then he did something that changed everything," Mark says, his voice dropping even lower, becoming almost a growl. "He looked at the kid on his knees, the one who was now mouthing at Stefan's massive cock, worshiping it with his tongue. Then he looked at the twink bent over the sink, his hole twitching and winking in the dim light, desperate for attention. And then he looked at me." "'Mark,' he commanded, his voice ringing through the filthy room. 'Give us your toxic cum.'" You stop stroking, frozen, the words hitting you like a physical blow. "He didn't... oh my god, he didn't..." "I was so hard it hurt," Mark admits. "I'd been hard since we walked in. I didn't even think about it. I just... did it. I pulled out my cock and started jacking, right there, standing in the shadows. It didn't take long. I was so wound up... I came in less than a minute. A huge load, thick and hot, spurting into Stefan’s waiting palm. I looked at it, this pool of my own toxic seed, and I felt... powerful. For the first time since my diagnosis, I felt a surge of pride, not shame. My cum was a gift, not a curse." "Fuck, Mark," you gasp, your voice desperate. "I'm leaking so much right now. Your gift... I want it. I want it so bad. Please." "Stefan held out his hand, not to me, but to the room. ‘Who wants this?’, he said, his eyes scanning the shadows. The kid bent over the sink—he couldn't have been more than twenty—he moaned, loud and needy. He wiggled his ass, a desperate, wanton invitation. 'Me,' he begged. 'Please, let me have it.' "Fucking beg for it, you little slut," you hiss into the phone, your own need a fire in your gut. Your cock is throbbing now, leaking precum into your pants. "He didn't even hesitate," Mark continues. "He walked over to the twink and used my cum as lube. He shoved two fingers, slick with my toxic seed, deep into the kid's ass. The kid gasped, then sobbed with pleasure, pushing back against Stefan's hand. 'More,' he begged. 'Please, more.'“ "Yessss," you moan, stroking your cock in time with his words. "Fucking stretch him out with your poison." „And Stefan obliged. He worked my cum into that kid's hole, stretching him, opening him up, coating his insides with my poison. Then he pulled his fingers out, slick and gleaming. Before he lined up his cock, he brought those fingers to his own lips and tasted my seed. He looked me dead in the eye as he did it, a silent acknowledgment, a sacrament, and in that moment, watching another man taste my poison without fear, the last of my shame evaporated, replaced by a dark, exhilarating pride. He was tasting my power before he used it to claim another soul." Mark pauses, and his voice becomes thick with intimacy. "And you have to understand... Stefan and I haven’t been intimate, we didn’t even kiss. And now he was using my toxic spunk—the most private, potent part of me—to lube this random kid. My essence was the lubricant for his pleasure." "And then," Mark says, his voice a ragged whisper of memory, "Stefan fucked him. He fucked that kid hard and deep, mixing our loads together inside that willing, hungry hole. When he finally pulled out, the kid's hole was a mess, gaping and red, slick with a pearly mixture of both our cum. It was the most beautiful, most filthy thing I had ever seen." "What a perfect fucking slut," you whisper, a wave of pure, unadulterated arousal washing over you. "Look what you did to him. You and Stefan. You ruined him for anyone else. God, I wish that was me. I wish my hole was gaping and dripping with both your loads right now." "My mind was gone. The philosophy, the gift, the pride—it all melted away, replaced by a single, burning need. It wasn't about the scene or the kid. It was about him. About Stefan. I was so aroused by his power, by the sight of his cock claiming that hole, that I had a desperate, primal need to taste him. To taste his cum. I didn't think. I just moved." "I know that feeling," you pant. "I know it so well." "I crossed the filthy tile floor and dropped to my knees behind the spent, whimpering twink. Stefan watched me, his chest heaving, his massive cock still hard and glistening. He didn't say a word. He just understood. I looked at the kid's hole. Our hole. And I buried my face in it." "But as I got closer, I saw it. Really saw it. It wasn't just gaping. The asslips were puffy and swollen, the inside turned out into a perfect, glistening rosebud. I could see the vulnerable, raw red tissue from deep inside him, coated in a pearly film of our toxic loads.“ "Oh god, Mark," you whine. "Describe it more. Is it messy? Tell me how messy it is." „This kid was no virgin. He was a professional, a true cumslut who had probably taken hundreds of cocks, not caring whose, all in the desperate hope of finally getting knocked-up. He was a pig chasing the same poison we were so eager to give. He wasn't just a hole to be used; he was a brother in the chase, and we had just given him what he'd been searching for." "I started to felch our combined loads from his body. The moment my tongue touched that raw, sensitive flesh, the hole reacted. It wasn't passive. It was alive. The puffy rosebud began to work, flexing and pulsing, pulling at my tongue, trying to draw it deeper. I pushed in, and the kid moaned, pushing back against my face, his hungry hole practically swallowing me.“ "Fucking eat it, Mark," you command, your voice a ragged whisper. "Eat that fucking cummy hole. Bury your face in it." “My whole world shrank to that single point of contact. My tongue, my nose, my entire chin were enveloped in that wet heat. I could feel the slick, filthy mix of ass juices and our cum coating my face, filling my nostrils with its rank, perfect scent. I was drowning in it." "I can almost smell it from here," you moan. "I wish I was there. I wish I was licking your face clean." "And I knew his taste instantly. It was different from mine.“ "Tell me what it tastes like," you beg. "Tell me how his poison tastes." „For months, I had been tasting my own—a lonely ritual of shame and secret. But this was something else. Stefan's flavor was richer, deeper, more potent. It was the taste of pride, not fear." "I wasn't just cleaning the kid; I was claiming our creation, taking our gift back into myself to seal the ritual. It was an act of worship, not just of Stefan, but of what we had done together. A communion with this whimpering, spent slut. And in that moment, a wave of gratitude for Stefan washed over me so intensely it almost brought me to tears. He hadn't just shown me the philosophy; he had forced me to participate. He hadn't let me stand on the sidelines and watch. He had made me a part of this breeding, forcing me to confront my fears and break through my own barriers. This wasn't a lesson he was teaching; it was a lesson he was making me live. We were both just vessels for the same beautiful poison." "Jesus, Mark," you say, your voice ragged. "I... I get it. I completely get it." "I must have lost all track of time, because the next thing I knew, a strong hand was gently gripping my bicep, pulling me to my feet. It was Stefan. He lifted me up, and I was face to face with him, my chin wet and slick. He had just emptied himself into the kid, but his cock was hard again, a thick, demanding pressure against my stomach. He was as aroused by the filthy, shameless man I had become as I was by his power. He looked at me, his blue eyes burning with an intensity I'd never seen before, and then he kissed me." "It wasn't a soft kiss. It was hard and possessive. He forced his tongue into my mouth, and he could taste the kid's ass on my breath, mixed with the lingering taste of our cum. He was tasting me, tasting what I had just done. My mouth was still full of the load I had sucked from the kid's ass, and he immediately began to push it back and forth between us. Our tongues swirled in the warm, slick mixture, churning it together, coating every part of our mouths with the combined seed. We were snowballing, sharing the taste of our conquest, and we both knew exactly what we were tasting. It wasn't just cum; it was poison. A potent, viral cocktail. The knowledge of what we were sharing, the sheer, beautiful toxicity of it, made the kiss feel electric. Our first kiss wasn't just a kiss; it was a communion, and it was perfect." "The intensity of it, the sheer, depraved intimacy of sharing our conquest like this, was too much. I wasn't even touching myself, but I felt my cock, trapped against Stefan's stomach, begin to pulse. It was a sudden, deep clenching that started at the base and shot through the entire shaft. At the exact same instant, I heard Stefan groan into my mouth and felt his own cock do the same against mine. We were both cumming. Together. A hot, wet heat instantly flooded the space between our bodies as our toxic loads exploded at once, our cocks throbbing in unison, coating both our shafts and our stomachs in a shared, slick mess of seed." "Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!" you cry out, the image so powerful you can't hold back. Your own cock explodes, a thick, hot load shooting across your stomach and chest. "I'm cumming, Mark! I'm cumming listening to you!" You're both panting on the line, the shared moment of ecstasy hanging in the air. "We broke the kiss, both of us panting, our chests heaving. We stood there for a moment, slick with sweat and cum, our bodies glued together by the gift. The other men in the room were still watching, their eyes wide with desperate longing, silently begging for a taste of what we had just shared. But this second load wasn't for them. It was a gift for no one but us. A private treasure, given and received in the same breath, sealing our bond in a way their public desire never could. In that moment, we weren't just colleagues or brothers. We were a team.” "A team," you repeat, catching your breath, your chest sticky with your own release. "A fucking toxic team. God, I want to be on your team." “He had given me the philosophy, and I had shown him I understood it with my body." "Fuck," you breathe, the image so powerful it's almost painful. "Just... fuck." "That was the moment," Mark says, his voice filled with a quiet wonder. "I wasn't a victim anymore. I wasn't a monster. I was a creator. I was giving that kid something he was desperate for, something he was literally begging for. Stefan didn't just help me accept my status; he taught me how to transform my shame into pride. He helped me become its master." He pauses, and you hear him take a deep breath. "After that night, everything changed. Stefan and I became close. Really close. We're not boyfriends—we're both tops, for one thing." He laughs softly. "But we're brothers. We meet up whenever we can. We compare notes. We send each other pictures of our latest lab results. A close-up shot of that viral load number, circled in red. It's our version of a dick pic. We brag about our viral loads like other guys brag about bench presses or stock market gains." "Just last week," Mark says, his voice dropping with conspiratorial pride, "I sent him my new results. My viral load had jumped by fifty thousand points. I didn't just text him the number. I took a picture of the printout, but I circled the number in thick, red marker. Right next to it, I drew a single, fat drop of cum. He replied ten minutes later with a picture of his own results—his were even higher—with a simple two-word caption: 'Catch up.' It's our game. Our way of pushing each other, of celebrating our potency. Every number is a victory." You can hear the affection in his voice, the genuine warmth. "We push each other to stay potent, to stay powerful. No meds. Just us, at our rawest. Over the last weeks, we've bred dozens of guys together, at rest stops and parks and sleazy hotels. We've watched each other work, learned from each other, pushed each other to be better. And every time, we feel that same rush, that same power." "But it's not just about the virus," Mark continues, his voice becoming more serious, more tender. "It's about connection. About trust. About sharing something so intimate with someone who truly understands. Stefan cares for me, and I care for him. We love each other, in our way. Not like boyfriends, not like lovers. Like brothers. Like warriors who've been through the same fire, forged in the same poison." "And now," Mark says, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur, "we want to share that with you." Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat. "You're special to me," he continues. "What we have... it's not just about breeding or bugs. It's about something deeper. I felt it that first night, even when I couldn't go through with it. I felt it when you stole my condom, when you carried my seed home inside you like a treasure. And I felt it even more the second time, when I finally gave you what we both wanted." You remember that night. The way he entered you, bare and real and perfect. The way he came inside you, flooding you with his toxic seed. The way he kissed you afterwards, the taste of blood and cum on his lips. "Stefan knows all about you," Mark says. "I've told him everything. Every detail. And he wants to meet you. He wants to welcome you into what we have. Not as a conquest, not as a notch on a bedpost. As a brother. Someone we care for. Someone we share this with." His voice is soft, sincere, and utterly compelling. "So come to the hotel," he says. "Spend the night with us. Let us take care of you. Let us give you everything we have, together. Our loads, our power, our love. And when it finally takes... you'll be one of us. Not because we made you, but because you chose it. Because we all chose each other." You're silent for a long moment, your mind racing, your cock aching, your heart full to bursting. This isn't just an invitation to be fucked by two men. It's an invitation to belong. To be part of something built on mutual respect, shared desire, and genuine affection. The "race" with your husband suddenly feels distant, almost irrelevant. That's a competition, a game of secrets and one-upmanship. This is something else entirely. This is family. "Yes," you say, your voice steady and sure. "I'll be there." "Good," Mark says, and you can hear the warmth, the joy, the relief in his voice. "We'll be waiting for you. Both of us." There's a pause, a moment of shared silence that feels more intimate than words. "Two weeks," Mark says. "I'll send you the hotel details. And... thank you. For trusting me. For trusting us. This is going to be special. I can feel it." "I can feel it too," you say. "Good night," he says softly. "Dream of us." "I will," you promise. "Good night, Mark." The line goes dead, and you're left in the silence of your apartment, your cock still hard in your pants, your mind filled with images of Mark and Stefan, of scorpion tattoos and dark public toilets, of toxic loads and brotherhood. You look at the single line on the test strip, still sitting on the bathroom counter. Soon, you think. Soon, there will be two.

I woke up early the next morning, took a shower and got dressed. I was in the kitchen eating cereal and having coffee. "Good morning sexy" Rick said I pepped up. "Good morning" I replied smiling "You have a good sleep" he asked "Yes I did and you" I said back smiling at him "Yes I knocked out. All that fucking drained me. Your pussy felt so good." He said nuzzling up to me. We exchanged some light kisses. Then he walked away. "You decide on the PEP? Actually arent you pass the 3 days? He said I had the panic look on my face. He was right. It was a few hours passed. "Its okay. Relax" he said seeing my response. "I think you can still take it if you want and you might be ok". He said. I looked puzzled at him. "It is up to you. I will still be here whatever you decide" he said I looked at the clock and I had to get into the office to finish some stuff for work. "I'm late I have to go" I said I went to my room, grabbed my stuff, grabbed the PEP and got in my car and drove. I was confused and did not know what to do. I grabbed the pill bottle opened it up and took a pill. I figure it would buy me more time. If I didn't take it now, I wouldn't have any options. After taking it I started to calm down. I parked my car and turned off the ignition. I paused and started to think about what I just did. I felt good and safe that I took it but I was still worried that I was on the cusp or a bit outside the 72 hours. I also felt a little regret in what Rick would think about me. Would he still like me? Would he still want to have sex with me? I started to get a little worried that he wouldn't want me anymore. I looked at my watch and I needed to get to work so I snapped out of it and started walking to the office. I walked into the office at 7:30am and Professor Post and the office secretary were both in. I went to my desk and started to go through my emails. Professor Post walked over to my desk area. It was in the corner and I sat with my back to the wall. There was a filing cabinet that acted like a partial wall at the entrance way into the desk so people from the office couldn't see directly in. He stood there in his tight spandex biking shorts and his biking shirt. When I turned again his crotch was at eye level and his cock was rock hard like he was jacking off and there was a small wet spot of precum the size of a quarter at the head of his cock. Again I could see like a ring near his cock head. "Hello Dan, I like to see you are always here early and dedicated to the department" the Professor said I looked towards his cock then up to his face. He saw me look and smiled. "Thank you Professor. I enjoy working here." I said "I wanted to see how you were doing with our field trip to the other side of town" he asked "It is going good as I have some of the sites you mentioned for the tour and glad you brought it up" he said. I turned away and read my notes then looked back towards his. He moved closer and now was about two feet away from me. I could smell his musty scent. It was strong. My eye skimmed his crotch area of his still hard cock then looked up at him. He was looking down smiling seeing me take a peek. I tried to carry on. "You mentioned a place the One Red Association. I had difficulty finding a contact informatoin for that. Also what kind of place is it?" I asked "It is a play space and gallery" he said "You mean like games and art" I asked "No not really. It is an alternative place space and community meeting space. I will send you the contact information" he said His smell was now encompassing me. As I was in the back area and there were cabinets around me ventilation was not strong back here. I was starting to get lightheaded. "Ok thank you" I said slowly "You ok Dan" he said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Yes its just getting a little stuffy back here" I said "Just breathe. Take some deep breathes" he said moving in closer. Now he was about a foot from me with cock now rock hard clearly pushing out of his tight spandex shorts. He saw me look again. "Sorry it has a mind of its own" he said laughing. His scent was strong. I started to get aroused by it. "Yours too" he said looking down. My cock was getting hard and pushing though my running shorts which had ridden up my thigh. I forgot I had a fan below my desk and turned it on high and pointed upward. The smell cleared out. The secretary asked if we ready to go to the department meeting. The Professor replied for both us and said he had to go and change his clothes. He walked away and I got back to my emails. Everyone except me and the Professor had gone to the meeting. I grabbed my stuff to go to the conference room for our meeting and as I walked passed the Professor's office I saw him changing clothes. He just finished putting on a jock strap that was sheer and could see his huge cock with what looked like a metal ring. I paused then started to walk away as he turned. I rushed out of the office to the meeting. My cock throbbed. What was going on with me???

I walked up to the counter of my local gay sauna nervously with my head down. I had walked past a few times before plucking up the courage to go in. Being such a nerd I didn’t get as much as the twinks at uni so thought it would be worth giving a go. I had watched a lot of porn including bb and needed to explore. The man at the counter said, “come on lets see your ID”. I showed him and he said “21, you’ll be popular, it’s half price for under 25s. Want some poppers too?” I nodded. He said “want a tour?”. He showed me the locker rooms, the showers, the sling room and at the end of the long corridor of cabins he said “this is the dark room – no lights in there”. I asked “do people in there use condoms?”. He replied “they are in tubs all around with sachets of lube – some guys use em, some guys don’t, do what you and your partners feel is best”. I went and had a shower and started to walk down the corridor with the cabins seeing who was inside. I saw a beefy bear doing the same further back along the corridor. I got to the end grabbed some lube and condoms and kept going into the dark. I sniffed some poppers and lubed my hole up. It felt so dirty and no-one was likely to come in. A minute or two in an empty darkroom never hurt anyone. I sniffed again as I heard footsteps and without thinking suddenly felt myself snogging and running my hands over a beefy hairy man. I started to hungrily suck his cock and he started moaning. At one point to steady myself I put a hand on the floor only to find it on top of a used condom – I’d found the place I belong. The bear pulled me up and we snogged again for a minute or two. Then he ordered me to sniff counting down from 10. He told me to kneel on the bench so he could ride my hole. The bear started to slide his cock against my hole and I moaned in pleasure. I reached back and felt raw dick against my hole. “What are you today? Are you the dirty little twink who would rides a strangers dick raw get flooded with cum or the clever student who stops for a condom?” I moaned “breed my twinkhole”. He pushed his cock fully into my hole and I groaned with pleasure. “Thank you for breeding me raw sir”. He spanked my ass and started to increase the pace. He growled “you’re a nasty little slut, you don’t care about names or status, you just need raw cock – what do you need?”. I shouted “RAW COCK SIR! YOUR RAW COCK! INFECT MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM”. That pushed by daddy over the edge and he growled then yelled “infecting you now bugboi!” and shot rope after rope of cum growling and panting. He pushed his still hard cock in and out until he started to go soft and then slapped me on the ass and said “enjoy them poz swimmers in your ass. You’ll be back” and slapped my ass and walked off.

3. The next day Sir had texted Jake an address to go to. He’d been shocked when he arrived and Mike opened the door. Before he’d been able to as where Sir was Mike had him on his knees and sucking on his cock. Mike had dragged Jake into his apartment, stripped him naked and stuffed his tongue into Jake’s hole without really saying much of anything. It wasn’t until he was looming over Jake, now on his back with his knees against his chest, and rubbing his cock against Jake’s hole that he spoke. “It’s one thing to take someone’s cock when Sir is watching you. When you can see his big fucking monster right there in front of you. Enticing you, drawing you in. The object of your desires. It’s another thing to start to prove to him that you’re the kind of slut that deserves his cock. You can stop now, go home and I’ll tell Sir that you’re not ready yet… or…” “Please,” Jake said, his voice sounding desperate, “Fuck me!” “Good boy,” Mike replied and sunk his thick cock into Jake’s tender hole. Feeling Mike bottom out inside him Jake was almost shocked at how little thought that had taken. Sir had sent him here. Sir had sent him to Mike. So, obviously there was no question. He had to let Mike fuck him. That’s what a good slut would do. A good slut would let Mike fuck him, and Sir needed him to be a good slut. That was the only way he was going to get Sir’s cock in him. Mike pounded Jake till they were both dripping with sweat before he pumped a fresh hot load into the boy’s hole. Jake moaned and thanked him as he felt Mike’s cum fill him. “Good boy,” Mike said, as he pulled his softening cock out. “I can’t wait to feel your hole turn into a fucking pussy. Sir gave me your number. I’ll text you next time I need to get off.” “Fuck! Any time,” Jake replied, and he meant it. Mike summoned Jake back after work the next day. He pulled Jake into his apartment, spun him around, pulled his pants down, and fucked him against the front door. Jake wasn’t even there twenty minutes. The following day he texted Jake while he was at the gym. Jake went over still sweaty and rode Mike’s cock. Back at his apartment after Jake had ridden the largest dildo he dared from the starter kit, fucking Mike’s load deeper into his hole. It felt easier every time. His hole opened up more quickly. His daily dildo sessions, and frequent plugging, along with poundings from Mike were opening his hole up. He could feel himself becoming looser and more accommodating. After a third fuck from Mike he’d been able to slowly work himself down on the next biggest plug. He immediately texted Sir. “Good boy.” Sir had responded. “Once you conquer the next one I’ll have you over and we’ll stretch you out and pick out your next round of toys.” “I can’t wait Sir!” Jake typed back. “Remember boy,” Sir’s next message read, “Stretching out that hole isn’t the only thing you have to do to earn this.” A picture of Sir’s cock, it’s impossible length and girth fully hard in his hand came through. “Only real slutty fags can take me.” “Yes Sir!” “Being Mike’s regular cumdump is a good start, but you and I both know that’s not enough to earn my monster.” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy… remember, have fun.” Jake sat, his hole stuffed, on his couch thinking about what Sir had said. He slipped his hand into his briefs and felt the precum leaking from his cage. Even though he’d already been fucked by Mike and spent an hour riding his toys he was still horny. Not being able to jerk off kept him on edge all the time. Being Mike’s cumdump wasn’t enough. Jake rocked on the plug, he felt it push against his prostate. Being Mike’s cumdump wasn’t enough. On a sudden impulse Jake did something he hadn’t done since he and Chris got together. He opened a hoop up app. If Sir wanted him to behave like a slut that was exactly what he was going to do. Jake pulled up his profile and changed it from his former vanilla top settings. He set his sexual position to bottom and under looking for he wrote “hung tops to pound my hole.” Satisfied Jake clicked save and went to the grid. He scrolled slowly, checking out profiles and looking for someone who might dump another load in him. He sent out a couple of woofs, and a few “How’s it going” messages. Jake had been on the app for maybe five minutes when a message pinged through. He clicked over to the inbox and stopped. He knew the person in the icon. It was his friend Adam. Nervously he clicked on the message. “Hey Jake! I didn’t think you did the apps anymore.” Adam had written. “I don’t usually. Chris is out of town for a while. I thought I’d just see what’s up, maybe chat a little. Lol.” Jake responded, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t there trolling for dick. “So the line in your profile about ‘looking for hung tops to pound your hole,’ is just for show?” Adam’s reply came quickly. “Yeah something like that.” Jake said after a moment of contemplation. “That’s too bad.” “Why?” “I was hoping you’d given up that top only bullshit and I was finally gonna get to pound you.” Jake froze. He almost couldn’t believe what he’d just read. He’d never imagined Adam as a top. Adam, at five six, wasn’t very imposing. He had a powerful tight dancer body, with a thick muscular ass. His face was narrow and pointed though still handsome. All in all he looked like the perfect chaotic bottom boy, often dressed in tight pants and stringy tank tops. After a moment Jake decided the best thing to do was to play along. “Well, I said that I was looking for hung tops so… even if I was looking you’d be disqualified.” He added a winky emoji to show he was still being friendly. “So if I prove to you I’ve got a big enough dick you’ll let me fuck you?” “Lol. I’m really just looking to chat and probably jerk off.” Adam knew Chris just as well as he did Jake. Though it wasn’t out of the bounds of their open relationship agreement for him to flirt with Adam he didn’t really want his friends knowing what he was becoming. “Too bad. It would have been hot to watch you struggle to take it.” Adam messaged back. “What makes you think I would struggle.” “You wouldn’t even get half my cock in your tight ass. When was the last time you got fucked?” “I’m better at it and you think. I sincerely doubt I couldn’t handle you.” “Think you can take this?” Adam said, and then sent a picture of himself standing naked in a full length mirror holding his rock hard cock. Jake stared at the photo in disbelief. Adam’s dick was huge. Obviously, nothing close to Sir’s but certainly as long as Mike’s and possibly fatter. Thick foreskin curved over the glistening head. The base was surrounded by a wild mass of pubes, and full looking balls hung down. Jake sent the only response he could think of. “Holy shit you do have a big dick.” “Just cause I’m short doesn’t mean I’m not packing. But you didn’t answer the question… do you think you can take me.” Jake didn’t just think he could. He knew he could and now that he’d seen Adam’s cock he felt a need to. “Look,” Jake replied, “Chris and I are open, but we don’t talk about it. Whatever the other one does is his business.” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Chris how you changed your tune as soon as you saw my cock.” “There’s something else too… while Chris is away I’m doing a little exploring…” Had Jake not been desperately horny from not cuming for a week, or had he not been so desperate to prove to Sir what a slut he was, he probably wouldn’t have done what he did next. He stripped off naked and went into his bedroom. Standing in his full length mirror, with his tiny cock cage on full display, he took a photo. He only hesitated a moment after putting it in the chat before hitting send. His heart thudded while he waited for Adam’s reply. “Holy fuck. That’s not just a little exploring. You look like such a hot fag with your cock locked up like that!” “This stays between us, right?” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. How long have you been locked?” “A week. I’m so fucking horny.” “Who locked you?” “I met this Dom. We’re experimenting while Chris is away. He’s training me.” “Fuck! That’s so fucking hot.” “Thanks!” “So he’s locked your cock like a fag slut… do you act like a fag slut now?” “Invite me over and find out.” Twenty minutes later Jake was in Adam’s apartment. For a moment they stood awkwardly in Adam’s bedroom. After a nervous laugh Adam said, “Strip,” his tone suddenly becoming sharp. “Show me that cage fag.” The energy in the room was immediately charged. Adam was in charge now. Jake feeling a little self-conscious pulled off his shirt, kicked his shoes off and then dropped his pants. He stood in front of Adam, who was still fully clothed, in just his briefs. If Adam hadn’t known Jake was caged the bulge from his balls could almost have passed as normal, but the closer he looked the more obvious it became. His cock throbbed, at the sight of his friend’s naked body. “Come on slut. Show me.” Jake hooked his fingers into briefs and pushed them down. “Fuck,” Adam said with an appreciative groan. “Look at you.” He took in Jake’s wide shoulders and narrow hips. His firm square pecs and the butterfly shaped patch of hair spilling over them, and the pert pink nipples that stood at attention. He admired the treasure trail that crept down Jake’s toned stomach; at first a little narrow strip of hair almost connecting to his chest hair, then expanding into a wide delta before it joined with his ample pubes. Jake’s nub of a cock was leaking. Although the cage was almost entirely obscured by the bulge of Jake’s balls, the tip and the steady stream of precum were obvious. Adam closed the space between them and grabbed Jake’s balls. “How long have you been locked?” “A week,” Jake said, his voice catching. Adam was rubbing his swollen balls. He felt heat rising in his cheeks. “From what Chris has told me you’re a pretty horny guy. You usually want to fuck him three or four times a week. I bet us usually jerk off on the days when you don’t fuck him, right?” Jake nodded his agreement. Adam’s face was only inches from his. Jake couldn’t take is eyes off the other man’s wet lips. “And now nothing for a week. You must be crawling out of your skin.” “I’m so fucking horny,” Jake replied in a breathless whisper. “I know. Horny enough that just a picture of my hard cock was enough to get you over here.” “Fuck…” “Who locked you? Who’s this Dom?” Jake suddenly realized he didn’t actually know Sir’s name. He’d never said it. Jake had just taken naturally to calling him Sir and there had never been any discussion about it. Embarrassed, Jake said, “I call him Sir. I met him last weekend…” “You met him at the club, didn’t you? After I left. Holy shit you got picked up at the leather bar by some Dom. What’s he look like?” “He’s tall, taller than me. Maybe 50, shaved head, with a beard. He’s so big and strong. Not like jacked, but strong. And he’s fucking hairy everywhere… and he’s… he’s got this cock.” “What did he take you home and fuck you properly for the first time and now you’re hooked?” “Well… no he hasn’t fucked me yet. His dick is… his dick his huge.” “Bigger than mine?” “Much. It’s pumped and siliconed. It’s more than a foot long and I can’t even close my fingers around the base. He… he’s training me to take it.” “Holy shit! That’s so hot. So he locked you up so you’d focus on stretching out that pretty little hole of yours?” “Yeah…” “Fuck. Does he know you’re not just stretching your pussy, but you’re online trolling for dick?” “Well… yeah… he kinda. He kinda told me to. It’s not enough for me to just be able to take him…. I have to prove to him I’m also a big enough slut to earn his cock.” “Fuck,” Adam said, his own voice now breathless. “Get on your knees for me boy. We’re gonna show Sir what a good slut you are.” Jake dropped to his knees, looking at Adam expectantly. Adam fished his phone out of his pocket before undoing his pants. He pushed them to the ground along with his briefs. His cock, semi hard, swung enticingly in front of Jake’s mouth. Jake made to grab it but Adam pushed his hand away. “Not yet open your mouth boy, and don’t forget to swallow.” Slightly confused Jake sat back on his heels and waited with his mouth open. Adam aimed the camera at Jake’s face, then grabbed his cock with his free hand. He slapped it lightly on Jake’s mouth a couple of times before holding it with the tip resting on Jake’s lips. He closed his eyes for a second and seemed to concentrate. For a second nothing happened. Then very suddenly hot liquid shot into Jake’s mouth. It wasn’t cum. Adam was pissing into his mouth. Jake was shocked, but also didn’t know what to do other than to do as Adam had instructed and swallow. He gulped the hot salty liquid down fast as he could, his mouth over flowing more than once. Adam’s piss flowed over Jake onto the floor. He was covered in it. Still his cock leaked. Some new barrier in Jake’s mind had been broken, he’d crossed another threshold. He felt degraded and turned on all at once. He looked up at the please look on Adam’s face and knew this was the right thing to do. Slowly Adam’s stream slowed till it was just a trickle. Then he knocked the last few drops into Jake’s mouth, banging his cock head on Jake’s lower lip. “Fuck Jake.” He said tossing his phone aside. “That was so fucking hot. When I’m done with you you’re gonna text your Sir the video I just too. Now clean off my cock and get me hard so I can see how well you’ve stretched out your hole.” Jake dove forward and devoured Adam’s semi turgid member. Adam pulled his shirt off, at last revealing his full naked body. He was obscenely toned; his dancer’s physique hadn’t softened at all since he’d graduated college. His nipples were small, and stood out like two little buttons. There was a narrow strip of chest hair stretching the length of his sternum, and a wild trail leading down his stomach. His pubes were thick but well trimmed. They brushed Jake’s nose as he swallowed Adam’s cock. Adam’s meat grew in Jake’s throat, swelling and lengthening as he worked. It stretched his jaw as it came to its full girth. He felt is knocking against his tonsils. He cupped Adam’s full balls, eliciting another groan. After fifteen minutes Adam said, “Fuck, I can’t take it. I need that hole.” He grabbed Jake under the arms and dragged him to his feet. Adam was surprisingly strong for his size and he easily pushed Jake over onto the bed, and knocked him forward. Jake fell onto his hands and knees on the bed, his ass presented to Adam. Adam bent forward and lapped at Jake’s well stretched hole. He thought he tasted cum on Jake’s lips. A wicked grin spread across his face. In a series of deft moves he spat into his hand and lubed his cock head, dropped another wad of spit right onto Jake’s winking hole, and lined himself up. There was no warm up to this fuck. Adam pressed his head into Jake, and it slipped in with a pop. Jake moaned. “Oh fuck yeah! Give me that fat cock.” “Yeah. Take it. Fuck yeah! Take it. Holy shit. You must have really been working your hole. I can’t believe how open you are.” “I was riding a butt plug when we were texting… and I got fucked this morning.” “Who fucked you?” “One of Sir’s friends. He’s been fucking me all week… he was… he was the first one to fuck me raw.” “Fuck! And now you’re hooked. You’re dreaming about your Sir’s big fucking dick flooding you, aren’t you? Fuck! Locked for a week and you really are turning into a fucking slut!” Adam had hold of Jake’s hips and was pounding his dick into him mercilessly. They were both sweating. It was a brutal fuck. Jake could do nothing but take it and whimper. He’d never assumed the small mild mannered Adam would fuck like this. Suddenly Adam pulled out and knocked Jake onto his back. He grabbed Jake’s legs and threw them up to his chest. Right before he slammed his cock back into Jake’s slightly gaped hole he grabbed his phone. He held it over Jake, clearly recording. “I’m going to fucking breed you. I’m gonna cum so deep in you faggot. Is that what you want? Is that what you want slut?” “Fuck yes! Fuck! Breed me! Fill me up!” “Fucking slut! Begging for my load. Fuck yeah. Fucking take it!” Adam gave a roar and closed his eyes. His face screwed up tight and his whole body went tense. The camera was still aimed at Jake as Adam drove his cock deep as he could into Jake’s hole. They were locked together, Jake’s expression recorded, as Adam unloaded inside him. His body bucked a little, involuntary twitches as he came. Jake just crashed back into the bed, a contented look on his face. A little while later Sir looked at his phone. He had several messages from his new boy. He opened the thread and smiled.

It was around the six month mark that Tim finally took me upstairs at a house party, drunkenly told me he loved me, and pulled me down onto his fat, raw dick for the first time. Honestly, he was a pretty amazing fuck back then, and that first night bare he took me so hard I could barely walk without leaking cum the next day. We took a trip to the clinic, and once we both got a clean slate (phew) he was all over me. It seemed like trust and love sent his sex drive through the roof because that boy would want to fuck any and everywhere, including some places that nearly got us into trouble. What I’m saying is that, as six months turned into a year, I’d found myself in a caring, stable relationship with a wild, exciting sex life. I should have been content. Instead I started… devolving. I’d continued seeing Aiden/Rob and Craig when I could, but they were far away and my time to travel was limited. There’d been a couple more odd fumbles with people at the uni, but nothing wild. I had, however, made friends with a small group of guys around my age (with one fag hag naturally) that were my own thing; I’d go out with them to the local gay bar/club without Tim or my straight friends, and it was with this group I really started to go off the rails. Trigger warnings for people getting drugged (one of them being me) in this one. So the original, core of this little group were me, a guy called David I’d met online, and his friend and defender the sweet but mental Elise. He was 20, tall, and beautiful in a 90’s tv heartthrob kinda way, but I, a very mature 19 by now, wasn’t really interested in him. Y’see, David was sweet, and David was nice, and David enjoyed hanging with me, but David was always chronically shy, and, if I’m honest, kinda dull sometimes. But still, I liked hanging with him, and seeing guys flock to him wherever we went was kinda fun. We were good friends for quite awhile, before, and even after, what we both referred to as "The Incident". The Incident started on a Friday out at our local gay club. It always got pretty packed in there, being a big student city and all, and tonight was no different. Now I didn’t drink alcohol very much at this point, being both poor and kinda afraid of drunk me. David, on the other hand, enjoyed a cocktail, and would get pretty drunk on out nights out, after which I’d normally be the one to safely walk him home and pit him in his bed. This time he’d ordered a massive, strong, super-sour cocktail from the bar and was having trouble finishing it, and after he offered me a sip I told him I’d help him with it, because I’m actually incapable of turning down anything sour. So we stood at the bar, chatting, taking sips, having a dance, saying hi to people we knew, and just generally enjoying our night. Once the drink was gone there were a couple more songs before closing time, so we headed out to the dance floor to finish the night on a high. Ooh and a high it was. The dancing felt great, the music sounded great, and we were making out with anyone who wanted it. But by the time we staggered outside we were completely gone, and I don’t remember anything of what must’ve been an hour or more getting home. When I come to, I’m in my single bed, butt-naked, big-spooning an equally naked David. My head is super cloudy, but my dick is rock hard, and pressing against David’s juicy butt. I’m kinda hesitant about moving; part of me knows this is my friend that I’m not even that into, and that I have no idea how we ended up like this, while the other part of me is baying for blood. I settle for nuzzling into the back of his neck and trying to ignore my dick, at which point he must have come to as well, because he starts to gently move his butt against my raging boner. Well that was all the waving red flag the beast in me needed, and I wrap one arm around him and pull him towards me. I coat two of my fingers on the other hand with spit, and without us saying a word to each other I move to finger his warm, tight hole. The dawn light is peaking through the window enough for us to see, and I lean up so I can look at him properly while my fingers work their magic; he really is rather handsome, eyes closed as he gently moans, back arching his lean, hairy body, and whatever is in the driving seat instead of me knows that I’m going to have this guy right now. It’s at this point that David finally turns to me, and even in the dim light his eyes look like saucers. We just keep staring at each other as he reaches up a hand to spit on it, before moving it slowly down to my throbbing cock. Whatever’s got a hold of me, it makes his warm, wet hand closing around my dick feel like fireworks going off on my skin: I’m literally tingling all over as he rubs his spit over my head and shaft, and my fingers dig even deeper into him, forcing out a long moan as they hit his spot. Even the sounds he’s making are giving me pleasurable shivers now, and I pull my fingers out to run my hand over his beautiful ass and muscular thighs. He takes that opportunity to guide the head of my dick to his warm, waiting hole, and we both gasp as my thick head wetly pops inside him. We pause here; we can feel something is awkward and weird and wrong here, but we’re both wide-eyed and completely dazed, and so, so fucking horny. My whole body feels electric as my hand gently pulls on his hip, sliding him back onto me so very slowly. He groans once I’m fully inside him, and we stay like that for some time, looking at each other before I start to gently move my hips into him. It’s that moment when I foggily remember that I’ve never taken anyone but my boyfriend to this bed, where my housemates and friends are all only a few thin walls away. The panicked thought awakens a sudden urgency in me, and I move David around until I’m on top of him, his long legs up on my shoulders, and thrust my whole length into him. He cries out for me to go slow and I ssh him, and that’s the only time we speak to each other for the whole encounter. We don’t even kiss, it seems too intimate, so we just look into each other’s eyes as I bend him in half and rail him with an energy I shouldn’t have had at that hour. The rhythm stays intense and the sound of my balls slapping against his butt cheeks and my headboard banging against the wall is only interrupted by the grunts and moans coming from the two of us. Suddenly, I feel his hands tighten their grip on my arms, and looking down I see him cumming over his hairy chest without having even touched his cock. Without asking I hold him down for a few thrusts more before unloading what feels like a gallon of jizz inside him. We collapse next to each other, whatever possessed us seems to evaporate, and seconds later we’re fast asleep. The wake up the next morning was… awkward. He tells me he’s never been fucked like that, or even fucked bare before, and he doesn’t know what came over him, and I can only apologize for ruining his ass and filling him up, saying I’d felt really strange too, like I’d been super drunk which seemed impossible on half a cocktail. It stayed awkward for a few weeks until a friend told us how someone had tried to spike their drink at the same club we’d, and the puzzle clicked into place. We met up for lunch, and hashed things out, and agreed that wouldn’t make a report or tell anyone, which in hindsight was a terrible thing to do, but at the time was a utter relief that I wouldn’t have to tell Tim about everything. David and I stayed friends for years, and even though we occasionally joked about that night we never repeated it. However, David wasn’t the only one in that friend group that brought me spiraling towards trouble… Thanks again for reading, see you next time (I hope). And always, comments, questions, and feedback are totally welcome, I love the attention 😂

So, I have placed "undecided" on the poll because I honestly get VERY excited when I read incest-related stories on this site. Especially involving brothers, let alone TWINS (identical twins) they grow up together, sexual acts are experiences of their growth. With the enhancement too - I won't go on with the allusion, I let others guess, knowing me. Btw if I have placed UNDECIDED there, it's because incestuous relationships may turn insane. It is not a matter of procreating or not; it's because it can become an obsession! You're mine, I'm yours, I'm jealous, where do you go with whom... If incest happens with a healthy background, I would have nothing to judge. Healthy I mean, open sex life. You can have a boyfriend, and then have sex with [random family member] but if family member prevents you from exploring sex with others and vice-versa? That's insane. Toxic. Insane if it happens with a non-relative, worse if it comes from family member who claims genetics as a universal right. Then, another complex issue I've openly discussed with a person: if disability is involved and a mother/brother/sister/etc claim sex like "you could not be appreciated or desired by others, take me for this", it's even more insane. It's abuse. And abuse does not mean just non-consent; with vulnerability elements in discussion, consent can be "bought". So I call incest "a slippery slope". Then, before discovering I liked men, my crush for my twin sister, it's something I admit. Something I've joked with her too. But I've always been respectful and correct. And let some stories of incest, for what they are.

I was raped once. Was being a flirt and cock tease to this friend of mine. He kept warning me, saying I should stop. I didn’t listen. He pinned me down with his weight into me, ripped the back of my shorts and underwear open, and shoved his cock in dry. He used his precum and a little spit as lube. After a few minutes, he shot in me, made me clean off his cock with my mouth. He then made me take off my clothes, he would hit me with his belt if I didn’t move fast enough. He then forced his way on top of me and fucked me more. Ever since I crave being raped again. In Alton, IL here

Was a Cum Union a few years back and someone didn't want me to fuck him because my dick was too big. I am only like 7"

Note: Recently I read "The Conversion Party" by BadBob214. One of the readers said he woudl have picked a different top to poz him. That insprired me to write my own version. My thanks to BadBob214 and the reader for the inspriation.... I found the address easily enough, then sat in my car feeling terribly nervous -- so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension, and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home, but I knew deep down this was what I wanted and needed. It was my destiny. The instructions on the invite were simple. “The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread ‘The Gift.’ I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no one is taking PrEP or any other oral precaution. This is, of course, a bareback-only event. Condoms are strictly prohibited. “Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the front door, it will be unlocked. Enter and remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If you’re a poz top breeder, take a red wrist band. If you’re neg and here to be bred, take a green wrist band. Or wear something that makes it clear you’re looking to be bred. Then enter through the inner door to the living room.” A couple of weeks before the party, I stopped taking PrEP. The wristband color thing seemed boring. I had decided instead to wear something feminine to advertise my negative status. I bought a cute woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black band and a small round face, and a fake diamond solitaire engagement ring. I thought these would send clear signals that I was there to receive “The Gift,” as the host called it. When I arrived, I took off my clothes and shoved them into an empty bag. At least two dozen others were already filled with other men’s clothes. I stood naked inside the front door, wearing my girlie watch and pretty ring. I was still nervous but my excitement was now overwhelming. My cock began to stiffen, oozing precum; my hole felt sensitive and ready to welcome penetration. A cute guy wearing a green wrist band checked me out, smiled, and said in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, that jewelry is so pretty. Wish I had thought of something like that instead of just this silly wrist band.” I felt myself blush as I replied, “That’s so sweet of you to say.” I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. The room was dimly lit but enough light glinted off my ring for it to be visible; my thin watchband was also obvious. I crossed my arms so my jewelry would be seen and took a deep breath. There were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of young men on their knees sucking cock. One had long hair and wore a lacy black teddy instead of a green wrist band. Two guys were on the floor, one on all fours and the second behind on his knees with a red wrist band rimming the first guy’s hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. Soon he mounted his bottom. A few men moved closer to watch. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood, and his top turned him around and began fingering his ass. They moved near a wall; the front guy put his hands on it and spread his legs. The other moved behind him and pushed his cock into the first guy’s hole. I heard the one in front grunt. Soon they, too, and an audience making obscene comments. No one was wasting any time. A tall man approached me. He was wearing a green band. I caught the disappointment in his eyes as he saw my jewelry. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. I moaned softly into his kiss. I felt his fingers trace the outline of my watch and he whispered in my ear, “Very cute. More creative than a green wrist band.” I smiled and we resumed kissing. Now my cock was rock hard. As we kissed, the door from which I’d just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh, covered with many tattoos. His long cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing a red band. I immediately lost interest in the man who had been making out with me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps toward us. He looked at me and smiled, “Ah, fresh meat.” I reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomer’s hard man meat and pumped it gently. I glanced down and saw that the tatoo above his cock was a poison symbol. He pulled me close and spoke into my ear. “I’m not just HIV-positive. I have AIDS and the medication stopped working. The doctors say I don’t have much longer. Few men will have sex with me anymore. I have to come to parties like this one. Are you ready?” “Yes,” I replied. I felt the room seem to spin. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply, his hands gripping and spreading my ass cheeks. I’m really doing this, I thought to myself. I tasted mouthwash on his breath and found with my tongue that he was missing several teeth. “I used to be young and beautiful like you. Now look at me.” “I don’t care,” I said. “I want to give myself to you and let you use my body for your pleasure.” He looked me deep in my eyes. I felt he could see into my soul. “What’s your name?” “Andy.” “Andy, I’m Stuart. We’re not supposed to use names here, but I want you to know who blessed you with his toxic seed and remember it.” “I will, Stuart. Always.” I shivered for a moment as I considered how AIDS could ravage a man’s body. Stuart must’ve been very handsome. Before. To my surprise, I still found him very sexy, just what I needed this night. “Let’s find a bed,” he said. He took me by the hand up some stairs. We opened a couple of doors and found the rooms occupied by men fucking, sometimes only two, sometimes a group. We could’ve joined them but Stuart clearly wanted me for himself. We finally found an empty room with nothing in it but a single bed. It was covered with a sheet stained with dried cum and traces of blood. I knelt in front of Stuart, opened my lips, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around it. His precum was delicious! He placed his hands on either side of my head; I placed mine on the sides of his ass cheeks. Stuart had lost so much weight I could feel his hip bones. I thought how sad it was that a beautiful man was losing his life because he loved other men. Suddenly it meant so much more to be receiving “The Gift” from him. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I heard him moan. “Oh, God, it’s been a while since another man sucked my cock. You are one fine cocksucker, Andy.” I was thrilled that he was enjoying my mouth and I let him go until he hit the back of my throat. He humped my mouth in a steady rhythm. I hoped he wouldn’t cum because I wanted his seed in my ass, but I would let him decide. Stuart pulled out of my mouth and drew me to a standing position. He was much taller than me. He wrapped me in his embrace and kissed me deeply again. I could taste his illness; I felt the bones of his disease-ravage body. To my surprise, I was incredibly turned on. “Lie down on the bed,” he said. I obeyed automatically, as if in a trance. Then, “Pull up your legs and spread them.” Again, I complied. Stuart applied some lube to his long cock. When he started to finger my hole, he was rough. Very rough. Scratching my insides with his long nails, he said, “You understand, Andy, why I’m doing this? Even though I know it hurts.” “Yes,” I gasped, as the sharp pain made me wince. After a few minutes, he used a Kleenex to wipe my hole. He inspected it and then showed me the bloody results. “You are ready now to receive my gift. This is your last chance to leave.” He stared deep into my eyes. The effect was hypnotic – I was unable to move. My mouth went dry. Then Stuart joined me on the bed and placed the slick tip of his dick at the entrance to my hole. After a few moments of gentle but steady pressure, it opened to the intruder, and his cock started to work its way relentlessly inside me. I felt an intense burning sensation, soon joined by a delicious fullness. Then the burning gave way to a deep warmth that radiated from my ass to the rest of my body. Slowly, steadily, remorselessly, Stuart penetrated me until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. I saw the deep concentration on his face as he focused on his own pleasure. Stuart lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Then he leaned into me and kissed me deeply again, pressing my thighs against my chest. “You are mine now, Andy. Soon we will be joined forever by my seed, my toxic seed. It will take over your body. You may escape my fate – I certainly hope that you do – but my gift will be with you as long as you live.” “I want that, Stuart,” I replied. “Fill me with your seed. Poz me. I want it, all of it.” As he began to thrust in and out, I grasped his thin forearms. I could feel his bones under his skin. My solitaire ring sparkled in the light cast by the overhead bulb. Then I realized we weren’t alone. Several other men had entered the room, watching us silently. They all wore red wrist bands. I heard one of them say, “I’m glad Stuart found someone to fuck. He doesn’t have much time left.” I heard murmurs of agreement. Now Stuart began to pound my ass, breathing hard, his face taut with effort and passion. My ass was on fire. His full, heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. My cock, rock hard, bounced around with each thrust. I kneaded his abdomen with my finger nails, helping to draw out his cum. “Here it comes, Andy!” he shouted. “Here comes my poz load! Take it.” And with a deep, guttural roar, he emptied himself inside me, thrust after thrust. With each inward pulse, I pictured the ribbons of toxic cum shooting deep into me, mixing with my blood. I was thrilled as I thought, We just mated. Stuart just impregnated me. His toxic babies will grow inside me. Stuart collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The men in the room clapped and cheered. I held himt close, wrapping my arms and legs around his wasted body, my ass clenching his cock as it slowly softened. I didn’t want to lose any of his toxic seed. As I gently caressed his back, I became aware of the sores that marred his skin. I now fully understood what the other men had said. One of them spoke, breaking the silence of the room. “This boy belongs to Stuart tonight. No one else fucks him.” They filed out and closed the door. I felt his cock slowly soften inside me. Suart eased off me and we lay facing each other. He kissed me softly. “Andy, you’ve made a very sick man very happy tonight.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I am yours for the rest of the night,” I whispered. I was surprised by how quickly he hardened against my thigh. This time I rolled him onto his back, straddled his waist, guided his cock to my waiting hole, and impaled myself on his dick. I rocked forward and back as he gripped my hips. I saw the look of intense pleasure on his face as I worked my ass, rising and falling. I gradually increased the rhythm, my delicate hands playing with the hairs on his chest, my pretty jewelry making me feel feminine even though I had never felt more like a gay man. I think we were both surprised by how quickly he came. I felt the wetness deep, deep inside me. When he softened and slipped out of my ass, I felt a little of his cum drip from my hole, even though I tried t clench it. I wished I had thought to bring a butt plug. Oh, well. We both drifted off to sleep. My nap was filled with lurid, erotic dreams, wit me being fucked by a line of gaunt, diseased men. I was awakened an hour later by Stuart’s hands rolling me onto my belly. He knelt behind me and spread my legs. I lay motionless, my face resting on my hands. I felt his cock rubbing my crack. With each stroke, it grew harder and longer. Then he guided the tip to my hole and pushed into me. As he passed my sphincter, a grunt escaped my throat. I felt his body press down on my back. “You like this, don’t you? You like being a pussy for an AIDS top, don’t you?” I nodded. “Of course you do. It’s what you always needed, Andy, and now it’s real.” He wrapped his arms under me and gripped my shoulders. I turned and looked at his hands, the flesh taut. Then I looked over my shoulders, and Stuart leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I felt an orgasm welling up inside me. “I’m gonna cum,” I declared, in a strange, high-pitched voice. “Yes, baby,” Stuart said. “Cum for daddy. Your last negative load.” With that, I exploded, spurts of my jism coating the sheet and my belly. Stuart wasn’t far behind. He slammed my ass again and again until I heard the familiar deep sigh of a male who has mated with his bitch. More wetness inside me. I felt a stinging sensation from the open wounds being rubbed raw. It was painful but also deeply satisfying. I replay that amazing night in my mind every chance I get.

West Side Club NYC

This could explain why some folks are complete assholes.

I had A Regular Checkup Appointment this morning but I definitely had a sore throat and a rough voice because I've sucked a lot of big cock Recently, Appointment is going as normal and he asks whats wrong with my voice and if I needed anything for it, and without thinking I admitted no ive just been Sucking So much cock lately my throat is just a little bruised im sure, he laughed and just told me to be careful. Wish he would had me suck his

Chapter 1 - Birthday Surprise Xander was a spoiled brat that always got what he wanted when he wanted it. His mother spoiled him rotten since that day he was born. It was that way all the time. He was dreadfully unprepared for the real world. Unfortunately for him, his mother passed away last week and he was forced to move in with his dad. Frank was a no-nonsense kind of guy. He did not put up with the boy’s tantrums and set hard boundaries for the boy. It was like living in hell for Xander. He never got what he wanted anymore and he had to follow insane rules set by his dad. A dad he had never really known. Xander kept thinking to himself – I just have to wait until I turn 18 and then I can leave this horrible place behind me and be on my own. Frank also was counting down the days until the boy turned 18 but for more nefarious reasons. Frank was bisexual and lusted over the teen since the day he burst back into his life, since his mom’s death. Frank would say he was an equal opportunist. Anyone that knows him sexually would say he just like fucking anything with a tight hole. And he was lusting over his son, waiting for the day he could claim his virgin hole. He never even thought to ask the boy if he was straight or gay. It did not matter to the man. Either way, he was his for the claiming. The morning of Xander’s 18th birthday, Xander woke up to find a collar around his neck. He put his hands to it trying to find a way to take it off. That’s when he felt the zap. ZZZZap. Xander was shocked – literally and figuratively. That’s when he looked up at the door to his room and found his dad standing in the doorway. He was holding a small remote. F: I see you have found my little gift I left for you to find. X : WTF dad. Frank held the remove up and pointed it at the boy. ZZZZAP. Another jolt ran through the boy. F: You will speak when I tell you that you can speak. X : Dad, what… ZZZZZAP. Again the boy felt the sting coming from around his neck. He felt it through his entire body. F: Speak when I say you can speak. You get that you little shit? Nodd if you understand me. Xander nodded up and down. He dared not speak again. F: I want you to strip. Now. X : What? ZZZAAPP. F: I thought you were a smart one. I guess you need this dumbed down a little bit. Okay then, here goes. I’m the man in charge today. The law says you are a man today but you are still a boy to me. But that’s okay. I love breaking in new boys. I put my favorite collar on you. I know how you think you deserve the very best. **evil grin** Frank held up the remote and the boy flinched as if waiting for the pain to arrive. Xander opened his eyes and gave his dad a look that let Frank know he had full control of the situation. F: Good, you are learning. You’re gonna learn a lot of things today. Happy birthday son. Now to show me how much you listen, I want you to strip for me. Xander looked at his dad confused and was too slow to move. ZZZZAAAAP. The boy took a second to recover from the intensified sting of the collar. F: I said strip. Xander pulled his shirt straight over his head and threw his shirt on the bed. His hands went to the waistband of his pajama bottoms and he slowly lowered them. He kicked the pj bottoms to the side. He was already without socks. All that was left was a pair of baby blue boxer shorts. Xander hesitated as to whether he needed to continue to was his current state of undress sufficient. It had to be right? As if hearing the conversation out loud, Frank answered his unspoken question. F: Well, I guess that’s okay for now. I mean, I did mean strip naked but I did not specifically say that. You’re okay on a technicality. It’s not like you know my thought process yet. Keep those boxers on for now. The man stayed in his spot in the doorway. He looked at his prize up and down. He loved staring at the almost naked boy. He looked down at the perfect dime sized nipples. He wondered to himself how sensitive were they going to be in about an half hour from then. He lowered his gaze down at the small bump in the boxers where the boy’s dick was shielded at present time. Frank licked his lips thinking about the sweet nector that the boy was going to leak out of his dick. F: Now, follow me to my room. I’ve already set out some supplies for your birthday parTy. I will lead and you better follow me. If at any time I see or think you are trying to attack your collar, I will turn it up to full blast and you do not want that. You look like you are at your pain limit already and it’s barely at 25%. Just remember, do as I say and you’ll be fine. Cross or ignore my commands, you’ll be shocked. Got it? I wanna hear you say it. Got it? X : Yes dad. I understand. F: Good. Now follow me. Frank turned around and made his way to his room down the hall. The boy was sure to follow him closely. Xander was afraid of being shocked again. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this situation. All he knew was that his dad was in charge and he couldn’t say no. He had absolutely no clue as to what was in store for him.

Chapter 3 – The Sling Frank looked down on the teen prize before his eyes. He knelt down and licked the tip of the boy’s throbbing dick. He licked the boy’s smooth balls. He licked lower, under the balls. Frank ventured south until his tongue came in contact with the boy’s hole. He started to eat the boy hole out. The violation of his hole sent chills up the body of Xander. He had never known a feeling like this before. Frank was busy getting the boy’s hole nice and wet. He was tongue fucking the hole in no time at all. Frank pushed in his finger and was met with some resistance. F: Fuck your tight. You really are a virgin, aren’t you my son. I’m going to have fun filling you up with your little brothers and sisters swimmers from my balls to your tight hole. You’re not leaving this room until your good and knocked up. Frank went back to eating the boy hole out. He ate the boy out for what seemed like hours. When he was finally done, the hole was all dripping saliva. Frank went back to the night stand and pulled out some more supplies. He pulled out 2 needleless syringes. One was prepped with Tina silicone lube and the second a huge shard diluded in some lube. Frank pushed the first syringe into the boy and released the lube deep inside the boy. The second syringe was pushed inside the boy and was released at the same deep point. Xander started making a noise that vocalized his discomfort from the slight burn. He dared not speak any words at this point. F: Oh does that burn a little son? Well, I have some medicine that will make you feel all better. Frank reaches inside his baggie of Tina and pulls out a big shard. He places it at the entrance to the hole and pushes it in with his two fingers. The burn intensifies and Xander makes more noise. F: See isn’t that better? Doesn’t that make you feel so much better? Xander is obviously feeling discomfort but dares not go against his dad. He nods up and down to the question. His eyes watering back up. Frank grabs another shard and pushes it in the boy. F: I appreciate the gesture but this one is because you lied to me just now. I want you flying you big dumb bitch. I want that hole hungry and begging for my seed. The burning feeling is starting to subside and Xander is feeling like a cat in heat. His hole is literally twitching for attention. Frank still had his fingers inside the boy hole. he loves the feeling of a boy hole squeezing his fingers, almost as much as he loves the squeeze on his dick. He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his dickhead. Frank pushes the head inside the tight hole. The feeling is amazing on his dick. Xander unclenches and the hole relaxes a little bit. Frank grabs the boy by the hips and slams his full 8.5 dick inside the boy in one push. Xander screams but this only intensifies the wonderful feeling that his dad is experiencing. F: Scream all you want son. This is happening whether you’re ready for it or not. So take my dick and love it. I wanna hear how loud you can be while I fuck you. Frank grabs the sling restraints and uses them as leverage. He starts jackhammering the poor boy. Xander has stopped screaming and its more of a crying now. Tears continue to fall from his eyes. X : Dad, please stop. It hurts. Frank is visibly disappointed. He pulls out and goes back to the little supply station he has set up next to the bed. He pulls out a cock ring and walks over to the boy. He puts the boy’s balls and dick through the cock ring and pushes it in place. F: Oh this isn’t just for looks. It’s of my own design. Just like your collar. So repeat what you just said to me. X : I don’t want to repeat it. F: Don’t make me have to make this a full on lesson. Repeat what you said. Xander looks at his dad in the eyes and low level cries out. X : Dad, please stop. It hurts. Frank holds up another remote and ZZZZap - sends a shock right to the boy’s balls. This makes the boy scream again. This time a hole octave higher. F: Remember, I can always make this hurt more than it needs to. I’m the man in charge you worthless piece of shit. The only reason you exist is to please me, take my cum and anything else I tell you to do. Is that fucking penetrating your sorry excuse of a head? Zzzzzzap to the balls. Again a scream echos in the room. F: I asked you a fucking question. Xander’s face is red and puffy from all his crying. He looks at his dad right in the eyes. X : I understand now, Dad. I’m your sex toy. I’m a hole only for your pleasure. Fuck me daddy. Please, I need your cum in my ass. F: Nice enthusiasm boy. Frank slams back into the boy’s hole. He returns to his jackhammer rhythm. The only sounds escaping the new bottom are muffled cries. After about 10 minutes of pounding, the boy’s cries finally start becoming moans. Frank is turned on by the fact that the boy has finally submitted and accepted the situation. He pulls out and kneels down. He spits on the asshole and shoves his dick back in. he pulls out and slams back in repeatedly. F: Yeah, now this hole is loose enough for my load. Frank slams into the whore in the sling. He pushes as far in as he can get and releases his swimmers inside his son. F: yeah, take it you fucking whore. Ahhhhhhhhhhh Frank somewhat collapses on the boy still in the sling. He takes a moment to catch his breath. He looks down at his son. Xander is covered in his own cum. Frank had totally missed it but his son shot his load at the same time as his dad. ZZZZZap to the collar. Xander moans loudly. F: I didn’t give you permission to cum yet. You have to earn that nut. I’ll let you off easy this time. Since you’re so new. Frank bends down and kisses his son on the lips. F: you’re such a hot fuck. I loved the crying. Remember that. It made my dick hard. Frank untied the boy from the sling and picked him off. He placed the boy down on the bed. He removed the cock ring and placed it with his other supplies. F: okay, go take a shower and clean yourself up. I want you back in here in 20 minutes ready to go for more. Don’t try to take the collar. I have the only key. It’s designed to go full charge if it is being tampered with. If you try to run for it, make sure you grab all your shit because you will never set a foot back inside this house again. You got that. Plus, I know you liked that shit. The tina helps with the horniness and taking dick, but you actually shot your load from my fucking you. Admit it, you love this shit. Anyway, it’s your decision. I would be back here in 20 minutes if I were in your position. Xander walked away to his room. He thought about trying to escape the nightmare. The reality of leaving sank in. He had absolutely nowhere to go to. He had no money or car or anything. At least here, he would be taken care of. It’s not like his dad is trying to kill him or anything. And the drugs are amazing. The sex was even feeling great towards the end. And he did shoot his largest load ever just a few minutes ago. Maybe there was something to staying. After all, it was his dad and his dad would never really hurt hurt him. He was just teaching him lessons afterall. If he behaved and did as he is told, then there should be no zaps. Xander rationalized his reasons for staying and jumped in the shower. He washed all the sweat and cum off of his teen body. He dried himself off and walked back to his dad’s room.

Chapter 2 – The Bedroom Xander followed his dad into a dimly lit room. There was porn playing on the tv. Xander noticed that the porn playing was gay porn with a man and a twink. He looked up to find his dad’s position in the room. H was now naked and was standing on the opposite end of the room by some sort of sex swing. Then Frank walked over to the bed and pat the space beside of him. Xandar took this as an indication to move over there quickly. His body was still jittery from his last shock. He sat right next to his dad on the king size bed. Frank reached over to a few items on the nightstand beside the bed. Xander looked over and saw a few clear pipes and and large bag of what looked like crystals. He had never seen Tina before but he knew it was drugs. There was a smaller bag of white powder that he instantly thought was cocaine. He would be wrong, as it was crushed up Tina in a fine powder. Frank loaded one of the pipes with a large shard. He grabbed the torch and put the pipe to his lips. He melted the shard and bounced the flame under the puddle. He let out a large cloud. F: Your turn. Okay you can talk freely for a moment. I will take it back but for now, I wanna hear what you have to think. Here you go. X : But I’ve never done drugs before. F: you and your friends smoke pot. It’s kinda the same. Instead of lighting the green on the top of the bowel, you are heating the bottom of the bowel to melt the puddle in the bowel. X : I don’t know if I can do it. What is it? F: It’s Tina. Don’t worry, it will make you feel nice and good. Maybe even a little horny. **evil grin**. Go ahead and try that shit out. it’s great stuff. Nothing but the best for my golden child son. Xander flicks the torch on and heats the puddle and it starts to form a whisp of white cloud. He puts the pipe to his mouth and rotates the pipe left and right. The torch turns off and Xander lets out a huge cloud. ZZZZZZZap X : why? F: You lying fuck. You hit that like you knew what you were doing. You’ve smoked before. No bullshit or I hit the button again. X : Okay, I may have taken a hit or two before but never more than that. F: Good boy. Hit it again. Xander reluctantly hits the pipe again. After his cloud escapes his mouth, he is bidden to hit it again. This time he needs to do a bigger cloud. He follows that hit with a cloud that put his previous attempt to shame. It was a glorious large white cloud. F: Very good boy. Now stand up and put your hands behind your back. Xander stood up and did as his dad commanded. His dad disappeared behind him. The next sound in the room was a pair of handcuffs being fastened on the boy. Frank put his hands on the boy’s waistband and pushed the boxers down. Instinctively, the boy went to cover his junk but the handcuffs kept him bound. Frank went down to the floor and removed the underwear from the boy’s feet. As he was eye level with the boy’s perky ass, he took the opportunity to lick the side of the boy’s bum. This sent chills down the boy’s spine. His dick sprang to life. Frank gave the boy a little love nibble on this left cheek that made the boy jump up. Frank got to his feet and seized the pipe. He refilled and melted another puddle. He hit the bowl and put his lips to his son’s lips. Xander had his lips held shut. Frank reached around and grabbed him by his hair. That made him open his mouth and Frank blew his first shotgun into the boy’s mouth. Frank repeated the shotguns until the bowl was empty again. He put down the pipe and started tweaking the boys nipples. With all the drugs in the boy’s system, his nipples were super sensitive now. with every flick and twist, his dick got harder and harder. He filled out to his full length of 7 inches. Frank pushed the boy to the bed. Xander had his back to the bed protecting his ass from more bites. This left his dick defenseless. Frank refilled the pipe and took his next hit. With this hit, he went down to his knees and engulfed the boy’s hard dick. He blew his cloud out as he started to suck him off. Xanders hormones were going a million miles a minute. His dick starting to leak precum. Frank loved the sweet sweet taste of the boy’s leaking dick. Xander was moaning. He had never had a blowjob before and definitely never while a blowjob while high. In that moment, it didn’t matter who was sucking him off, all that mattered was that it keep going. Frank pulled off and gave the boy another shotgun. This time he kept his lips to the boy’s lips and started making out with him. Xander could taste his own precum on his dad’s lips. He loved the taste too. And just when Xander thought he had arrived in heaven, his dad broke away. Frank stood back up and put his hands on his son’s shoulders. He lead him down to his knees. The boy’s head was at crotch level. Xander was starting to get lost in the Tina cloud that was his mind at present. He kept looking up at his dad and saying “more daddy” with his eyes. Xander’s eyes finally fell to the monster dick that was throbbing in front of him. His dad was showing off his full 8.5 inches. The boy just stared at the dick. ZZZZZZZZZZap F: Well, it ain’t gonna suck itself. Get on there boy. Open up. X : But I’m no… ZZZZZZap. F: I didn’t ask if you were queer. The Tina doesn’t care. I don’t care. My dick doesn’t care. I said open up! The boy didn’t need another zap, he opened up and opened up wide. He got a good start with getting about a third of it inside his mouth. It was painfully obvious that the boy had never sucked a dick before. Frank pulled his dick out of the boy’s mouth. ZZZZap. F: No teeth. Put your lips over your teeth. Frank rammed his dick back into the boy’s mouth. He was unprepared and gagged a bit. But that was Franks plan. He forced that thick saliva from the throat to come up to the mouth. He pushed back into the mouth slower and it glided. The thick saliva coated the dick and he was able to slip almost the entire length into the throat. F: if you bite down on me in your mouth, I will shock you unconscious and wake you up by smashing your balls with my heal. Got it?! Tears started to fall from Xander’s eyes. He just nodded as best he could with the monster dick in his mouth. Frank fucked his son’s mouth for a while. He knew the boy’s jaw must be getting tired so he gave him a break. He helped the boy to his feet. He uncuffed his hands and placed them in front of the boy before cuffing them again. Frank held up the remote again and watched as his son recoiled. F: Good boy. I think it’s time to put you in the sling. Before Xander even had a moment to think about what his dad just said, Frank picked the boy up and laid him down in the sling. He reached down and uncuffed the boy. Frank intentionally turned his back to the boy to take his time grabbing a new pipe. In plain view, he put the remote down on the dresser so that Xander could see. He was testing the boy, making sure that he would not try to jump off the sling and make a run for it. When he was satisfied at the amount of time he gave the boy, he turned around to find him in the exact same spot he was left in. F: Control. Fuck yeah. Frank strapped in the boys legs. He strapped in the boy’s left arm and then his right arm. F: Welcome to my sling, son.

Chapter 6 —— Sam —— The ringing of my phone woke me up. I must of dozed off again as I laid cuddled under the light cover remembering how good my big bros precum tasted on my tongue. I was already craving more of it. I reached across to the nightstand feeling around till I found my phone. I saw a text notification. It was Mom giving me the details on my things she shipped for me. It was all the stuff I couldn’t take with me on the plane because of space restraints. Stuff like the rest of my clothes, some knickknacks, a few sentimental things I had keep over the years, and most importantly my computer system. Yes I had brought my laptop but that computer was maybe the most important thing in the shipment. I had spent countless hours and a lot of money getting it setup just the way I wanted. Sure all the files on it were backed up (multiple ways) but it held thousands of hours of work I have put into developing my software. I made sure to pack the computer extra carefully and use lots of packing stuff to keep it safe. It also had huge fragile stickers all over it. Mom promised to make sure it got here in one piece. Knowing her she would make sure the shippers knew that if they broke it she’d have their asses. The delivery was due to arrive between 1:00pm and 4:00pm. She also gave me the tracking number and website (again) so I could “keep an eye” on it. I mean it would get here when it gets here. I replied thanking her and put my phone back down on the nightstand and climbed out of bed. I walked naked through the apartment to my room and got clothes for the day and shower caddy bag. I turned on the shower so it could warm up while I took my morning piss. I looked out the floor to ceiling windows as I didn’t business. It really was a beautiful view. After shaking the last of my piss off I got in the shower. The hot water felt great as it ran down my body. It also helped wake me up. After it got out of the shower I shaved, brush my teeth, and all that stuff. I dressed in a pair of light sweats and a T-shirt since I wasn’t planning on leaving the apartment today. I hung my towel up and just left my shower stuff in the bathroom since it would be mine going forward. I walked to the kitchen barefoot to get something to eat. The kitchen was pretty well stocked but I just wanted something simple. I found a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch so I got a big bowl, filled it to the top, and added the milk. I had just got my phone from the Josh’s bedroom room and sat down on the sofa with it and my bowl of cereal when he walked back through the door. He made a b-line for the bathroom bypassing the coffee I had brewed before my shower to have with my breakfast. Josh came out a few minutes later dressed and ready for work. I had to give him some crap about being a doctor gigolo. He dished right back at me with my hated nick name. We then talked about the day. He told me the furniture delivery due any minute and I told him about the text from mom confirming delivery of my thing this afternoon. We also agreed to a dinner of Chinese takeout. Not long after that the furniture delivery people guys arrived. We showed them where the room was and I told them where I wanted each piece of furniture. While the guys went down to the truck to get the furniture Josh helped me clear my crap from the room and gave me the tip money. The guys were bring up the first of the furniture when it was time for Josh to dip to work. I don’t know what came over me but I felt the need to touch and hug him. So I just went with it and hugged him goodbye before heading back to get my phone from the coffee table as he walked out the door. My feelings for Josh were growing stronger and faster than I thought they ever could. Sure I was still into him aesthetically, I mean man is hot! But the more time I spent with him and the more I got to know him the more I wanted to be with him. Luckily that train of thought was sidetracked by the sound of one of the guys coming from my room and asking me a question about the bed setup. I walked with him back to the room and had them adjust the bed placement by just a little bit. They confirmed where I wanted the desk, which was the next thing they were bringing up. I stood back and watched them work for a minute before I headed back to the living room. They were both pretty good looking, but I could tell both were straight and not really interested in me that way. It took them about two and a half hours to get everything brought up and set up. I tipped them and then showed them out. The room now had a bed frame with a very comfortable queen sized bed. There was also a dresser and two nightstands. The desk was in the corner along with the gaming chair Josh ordered for me (I had sent him a link to what I liked). I went to the living room and brought the stuff we got over the weekend along with my bags back to my room. I went about getting everything put away. One of the lamps went on the nigjtstand, one was belonged on the desk, I put the sheets on the bed, and the small standing/shaving mirror went on my dresser, and so on. I unpacked my clothes clothes and put them away in the dresser and closet. It was around 1:30 pm when I had finished putting everything away. I went to the living room and grabbed some fruit and a yogurt. After my quick lunch, I decided to go ahead and do some stretching and yoga. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and sat on the living room floor in front of the window. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin as I began my first stretches. I had on my headphones listening to some very calming music. The world around me melted away and I was in my happy place. My body worked off of muscle memory as I moved through my progression. I was startled out of my zen by a loud knocking sound. I took out my earbuds just in time to hear another loud knock and was then able to comprehend it was the front door. I hurried across the room to the door and when I opened to saw a guy couple years older than me standing there in a uniform that all the apartment building staff wore. He was about 5’9 - 5’10, had great dark brown hair, warm tan skin, honey brown eyes, he looked to be in good shape from what I could see, and he had a killer smile. The name tag on his shirt said Fernando. “Hi, how can I help you? Is there an issue?” I asked him curious why we were being paid a visit. “Hello, sir. I am Fernando with the apartment concierge staff. I have some delivery men coming up the elevator with Packages for you. We tried calling, but when we tried the phone number Mr. Josh gave us for Mr. Sam no one answered. I ran ahead to make sure you were home and everything was ok.” He explained in a warm tone with a bright smile on his face. “Oh man, I am sorry about that. I must of left my phone in silent while I did my yoga.” I replied as I looked over to my phone on the coffee table. It was then I realized I was standing in only my underwear in front of him. Plus I had worked up a sweat and they were pretty soaked so it didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Oh sorry, I forgot I wasn’t dressed for company. Come in in and give me a minute to throw my shorts on. I said as I walked away from the door to were my shorts lay on the floor by the couch. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked over and was certain he was checking out my ass as I bent over to get my shorts. I put a little extra show on for him as I got them from the floor and put them on. I could tell he was into me and at least bi. But he was defiantly down low, closeted, or something along those lines. I had excellent gaydar and had yet to be wrong. I walked back over to him deciding to leave my shirt on the floor. “Thank you so much for coming up and checking. Our mom would be pissed if I’d missed the delivery. I just moved out here and she sent me my stuff behind me.” I said as an explanation of what was coming up. Not that he need to know that but it was a way to make conversation. He had been looking at my chest and body the whole time I was walking back toward him. He snapped his eyes to mine when I got close and pretended not to have been looking. “Welcome sir! I have lived in the city my whole life. It is great!!! I just started here at the apartment building last week. So we are both new to the building.” He said with a reassuring simile. “Nice, maybe you can show me around sometime.” I said while I winked at him. He blushed, smiled his beautiful smile, and looked down. He was obviously into me. I know it can be messy fucking with DL or closeted guys, but there was just something so hot about!! We were interrupted by the noise of the men that were bringing up my boxes getting off the elevator. As Fernando turned to go to meet them in the hall I took the opportunity to check out his butt. His pants were tight and cupped his sweet ass and displayed it perfectly. I snapped out of the trance his ass put me in and went over to the couch to put on my shirt before the movers got to the door. It took about 45 minutes for them to get everything up from downstairs and then stacked in my room to be unpacked. Fernando stuck around for the entire process and helped out where he could. I caught him several times checking me out when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was cute and exciting knowing how much he wanted my body. I had a semi the entire time we were moving the boxes in and around. When the movers finished I walked them to the door tipping them as they departed. My new friend lingered off to the side while the left. I closed the door and turned around to see Fernando looking at me nervously. I could almost hear his inner thoughts debating if he should go for it or not. I decided to take the decision out of his hands. I crossed the room and took him by the back of the head as I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Not to roughly but firm enough he knew I meant business. His hands went straight to my sides and he started to feel all over my chest and abs. My free hand roamed down his back and found its way to cupping his plump butt. We made out for a few minutes as we rubbed over each others bodies. I started to unbutton his shirt and pull it off him. He followed suit and pulled my shirt off over my head followed by pushing my short down. I kicked them down to the floor and off my feet. He kissed me on my neck as I unbuttoned his slacks and took them off of him. He was wearing boxers, typical straight guy, but they were tenting showing his excitement. His mouth engulfed my nipple as he started to suck on it and flick it with his tongue. That made my constrained cock jump in my boxer briefs. He kissed his way down my chest and abs. With one quick yank I was naked. He put his nose in my bush and took a big inhale. It must of smelled stale and sweaty from my yoga and then moving the boxes. However I smelled It must of been good to him because his tent jumped and he moaned into my bush. He moved further down and took my hardening uncut cock in his hand and moved his face under my shaft. He took a big whiff of my balls and started to lick my sweaty salty balls. He took one in his wet warm mouth and rolled it. Then released it and took the other in it. That made me go super hard almost instantly. My big thick 9.5 inch uncut dick was standing at attention. He pulled the last of my foreskin behind the head of my aching cock and took the fat tip into his mouth. His tongue massaging my piss hole and then moved around the crown. He slowly started to work his way down on it. Inch by inch. He got maybe 4.5-5 inches down and gaged. He backed up and tried again. He was doing a good job, no teeth, and using his tongue well but he never got past 6 inches. .thst didn’t bother me because I loved looking down and watching this “straight” guy choke on my big fat cock! After about 10 minutes of him worshiping my dick I pulled him up from his knees and led him over to the couch. I turned him away from me and bent him over the back of it while I went to my knees behind him spreading his ample cheeks. His hole winked at me as I blew on it. I gently licked it with my tongue. That made him moan. I took that as a sign he wanted it. I dug into his sweet hole. Eating it deeper and deeper. Making sure I got my tongue in as far as I could. Then I started to alternate between spitting in it, eating it, and fingering his hole. Getting him to open little by little. He was moaning and shivering the whole time. I could tell he wanted my big fat cock deep in him. I got up and walked to my room to grab some lube and a condom from where I had stashed it in my nightstand. I came back and squirted the lube on my finger and lubed up his warm tight hole. I slipped the condom on and lubed my big fat shaft and slowly inserted my covered head into his hole. He moan as I gradually move deep and deeper into his hole. He had been fucked before for sure, but I could tell pretty quick that I was the biggest he had ever had because of how tight he was half way in. I finally got all 9.5 inches in him and bent over and kissed the back of his neck as I let my cock sit so he could adjust to the length and girth. I started to pump in and out of him slowly. Every time my cock ran across his prostate he’d moan and his body would shake. His hole felt so good wrapped around my big fat uncut cock! Just as I started to get going I felt the condom snap. I didn’t bother to stop. After all I had poked holes in it before I even opened the package to ensure this would happen. I did that too all my condoms. I always wore a condom when asked or it wasn’t discussed, but not for long. I hadn’t since the first time one broke on me as I was in a hot hole. My freshman year I was fucking a hot twink that said he only fucked safe. He was tight and my cock is big and I was fucking him hard!! The rubber snapped and I was to excited to stop. The twink didn’t notice (or pretended not to). Nutting in his raw hole felt so natural! Feeling that tight velvet hole on my cock naturally and flooding him full of my seed ruined condom sex for me. Since then I started preparing my condoms so they’d fail and I could still raw dog those that wanted a condom. Fernando hadn’t asked for a condom but also seemed relieved when I put one on. Now that the top half of my raw cock was in him raw he didn’t seem to notice or mind. I picked up my speed, pumping him hard and deep. Making him moan louder and louder. The condom was now bunched up at the base of my cock and my full raw cock was drilling his tight straight hole!! I pumped his hole for about 20 minutes over the couch. Him moaning and begging for it. Me telling him what a good boy he was. Then he shot a huge load hands free all over the top of the couch, on the couch cushions, and even down on the floor in front of it. He came gallons. That made his hole squeeze my dick harder and I couldn’t hold it long after that. My cum flooded his hole deep on my last stroke. I rested on his back and then slowly removed my now softening cock from his hole. He got up turned around and squatted in front of me. He removed the bunched condom ring from the base of my cum covered cock. He smiled at me taking it his mouth and sucking me deep. I was only about 60% hard so he was able to get the whole thing in his throat. He sucked every last drop of cum off my cock. As he pulled off my now fully soft dick he stood and kissed me. Sharing the last bit of cum he had in his mouth with me as we made out. “I am glad the condom broke. It feels so much better raw and I really wanted to feel your cum in me papi!” “Me too baby!! You can ride my dick anytime. Next time we can just start raw.” I replied and then slapped his ass. I bent over to kiss him again and my cock started to harden once more. It didn’t help Fernando was stroking me. “I would take that cock anytime papi” he whispered to me. That made me rock hard again, I turned him around and bent him slightly and slipped my dick into his now loose wet hole. I went balls deep hard and fast in one stroke. I fucked him there in the living room standing up. He reached out to brace himself on the nearby wall. I pounded him as hard and deep as I could. Fully raw!! It was 5 minutes of the one of hardest fuck I had ever given a bottom. My second load was even bigger than my first. Filling him up to the point my cum was leaking out of his now hole around my dick. He shot his second hands free load as my dick finished twitching and cumming in him. I pulled out and went down behind him to eat his cum filled hole! I got as much of my cum from his hole as I could before standing up to feed it to him. We made out for a while swapping my cum. We were interrupted by the front door opening and Josh walking in with a bag of Chinese food. He looked between us. Both of us naked. My cum running down Fernando’s leg. Both sweaty and clearly just finished fucking. “Well this is interesting scene to come home too!” He said with a smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Damn, I had lost track of time and now I was busted fucking a random stranger in the middle of the living room. I swallowed the frog in my throat and really hopped Josh was going to be cool about this. ————————— I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I finally got the time and inspiration to finish the chapter and it took a turn even I wasn’t expecting!! Thank you all for your patience. More to come!

!!NEW STORY!! (Desired Obsessions will be an anthology series exploring themes, this thread centering around reunions too hot to turn from and too dark to not indulge in) DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II Part One: Long Games Felix burrowed under his blankets, a cocoon of total darkness that was supposed to bring sleep. It was useless. For an hour, he’d tried to ignore the nasty thoughts swirling in his head, but they only kept him tangled in the sheets. His fingers traced a slow, absent-minded trail over his nipples, down the sharp ‘V’ of his hips, across the caramel skin of his inner thighs. A touch he melted into. Rolling onto his stomach, he peeked out. 4:05 AM. The red digital numbers glowed. He’d been chatting with some dude from an app, but the screen was dark now, the conversation having gone cold long before. But he thought of the pics the dude had sent: a thick, uncut, hairy blonde cock from four different angles. One of them had a can of lighter butane next to it for size reference. Slowly, he ground his hips into the mattress. A low, "Mmm," escaped his lips as an erection began to press into the bedding. "Yes…" he whispered, giving in to the inevitable. Sleep wasn't coming. "I’m gonna get spun." But what kind of night should this be? Felix was no stranger to wild nights, quickly bored by anything mild. Something new, he thought. The raw, the unfiltered. He moaned again, pushing his hips off the bed, arching his back until his ass was high in the air, an offering to the empty room. An idea struck. "And why not get lit that way?" He threw the blankets off, went to his nightstand, and opened the drawer, retrieving a small black case. Inside were a few small containers of party favors and a liquid syringe. He uncapped one, trying to remember the amount his friend had used last time, then pinched small white rocks into the syringe and filled it with a small amount of water. As he shook it gently, he thought of the first and only other time he’d gotten high this way. A small group hosted by a vers friend. All night, all raunchy. He was crazy high and crazy cock-hungry. His dick got hard as he watched the rocks dissolve. This is going to be wild, he told himself. His booty bump was ready. He grabbed his phone, put on some porn, and laid on his stomach. He positioned his ass in the air, pushed his hole out against the plastic tube, found the right spot, and pressed the plunger. The cool water splashed against his inner walls. He tightened, slid the tube out, not a single drop wasted, and began to grind his hard cock into the mattress as he pushed the plunger, flooding his hole. The build was slow, but when the feeling crested, it was electrifying, far more intense than smoking. He loved the way it made his hole feel: warm and tingling, alive with anticipation for anything. He took a hit of poppers. Two nostrils deep. His lungs filled with the sharp scent. He saw precum leaking from his cock. He pushed his hips onto the bed, eyes transfixed on the porn playing from his phone, and ground his hard dick into the mattress, over and over. "Fuck, that is so hot," he cried out. The booty bump was taking effect. His head buzzed. The verbal cries from the porn invaded his consciousness, and he imagined himself as the bottom in the video, on his knees, hungrily servicing two uncut Latin cocks. Spit filled his mouth as one of them forced a cock deep in his throat. He took another hit of poppers. His hole burned with an erotic warmth that made his hard cock leak even more. In the video, the two guys getting serviced towered over the small twink. The size difference made Felix even harder. Lost in the fantasy and the euphoric high, he continued grinding his sensitive cock into the mattress, moaning along with the video. "Fuck, ahhhh." He desperately wanted to be that bottom, fucked by both men. The booty bump flooded him with images of their thick cocks stretching him, making him scream. The room was hot and sticky. All that mattered was getting cock. Felix moaned, “Fuck, I need it so bad.” Another hit of poppers. He got louder, his hips bucking faster, accenting the curve of his bubble ass. A double hit of poppers. He stopped. He lifted his hips up and away from the bed, taking deep breaths to ride the edge of the peak he’d almost hit. Edging, bringing himself to the brink and then denying release, was his new favorite game. The porn played on, but Felix knew he needed the real thing. He considered texting the top from the other night, who was particularly skilled, but then reasoned with himself. Felix was a connoisseur of "firsts," of the new encounter where everything was a discovery. Anon. He’d tried it and loved it, the blindfold and everything. He ran through a mental list of things he hadn’t done, a list that got shorter by the weekend, before he settled on… public play. After a quick, hot shower, he dressed. The high thrummed under his skin and seemed to vibrate as he packed his fanny pack with favors before heading out. The morning air was still cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. It felt good. He cut through the park a few blocks from his apartment. It was a casual cruising spot he’d always been too jumpy to try. Most guys were around in the middle of the night. Too cold and too creepy, Felix thought. The edges of the trees seemed to shimmer against the grass, and it all blurred at the edges of his vision. Felix did a second booty bump post-shower. He found the park mostly empty except for people walking dogs and others doing yoga or sunbathing. He followed the path to the men’s bathroom. Sitting on the benches just outside would be the best place to start; it would be one of the only open places so early in the morning. He sat sideways on the bench, one leg tucked under him, the same-side arm draped over the back. All he’d have to do was arch his back, pushing his warm, tingling ass toward any guy who might look twice. He blinked a couple of times and laughed softly to himself. “I am fuckin’ flying.” He discreetly ground his hand against his tight red nylon running shorts. He was gently startled by a burst of laughter and loud voices. Three men walked towards him, their energy infectious and sloppy. Felix, keeping his gaze soft, clocked their sneakers, the baseball hats on the white guy and the Latin guy, the basketball jersey on the white guy that was vaguely familiar, and bits of their odd, slurred conversation. He was much too high to coordinate anything, but he looked back and away in their direction just enough to make sure they noticed. The guys settled under a tree across from him, glancing over as they continued their boisterous conversation. Felix smiled, which got the white guy's attention, it was curious and something more than just interesting. Alright. Time to kick this up a notch. Felix arched his back and stood, moving with deliberate slowness. All three guys watched. Felix turned and headed for the men's bathroom. It was deserted. The morning air was growing thick with the heat of the day, the scent of bleach overpowering the faint smell of piss. Three stalls, doors open. Two sinks. Felix went to one and looked at himself in the mirror that hung just above it. The bathroom door creaked open. The white guy, hat pulled low, with that jersey and grey sweatpants, walked in. His face had something about it, Felix thought, but their eyes locked instantly through the mirror. Felix stepped into the stall furthest from the door, and the guy followed, the door clicking shut behind him. Felix faced him as he grabbed his dick, pressing his sweatpants against it. He bit his lower lip, silently daring Felix with each squeeze of his growing cock. Felix dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting his skin. He pressed his face against the grey sweatpants, inhaling deeply, the dude’s scent mixed with sweat filling his nostrils. He slowly rubbed his face along the length of the bulge, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the fabric. “Fuck….” the guy said, his voice hushed but laced with excitement. “Ain’t you a dirty little piece…” Felix looked up, meeting a familiar gaze and kept it there while he put his mouth over the guy’s cock, tracing it up and down, feeling the shape and size through the fabric. “What? This?” Felix ran his lips along the shaft, teasing and tasting. Lifting the jersey slightly ruffled the team logo Felix was too high to place from across the park, but now, looking at the guy’s eyes through the mirror, Felix softly grabbed the man’s towering thighs as he pulsed his lips, teasing himself with the dick still trapped under the sweatpants. The fact that they both knew each other and were underplaying their surprise wildly turned them both on. A low, gruff voice, as deep as a high school memory, said, “Felix. Pull my cock out.” “Yes, Logan.” Felix whispered, obediently. He slipped his fingers over the grey waistband and pulled. Logan used to refer to Felix as a "pretty dope faggot." He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a Logan used to refer to Felix as a pretty dope faggot. He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year.a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year. Now he was a slutty faggot on his knees, teasing his throbbing meat. Logan’s cock was thick in the center and hung eight inches to the right, only halfway to being hard. The second booty bump had Felix focused on one thing, but a few shocked thoughts swirled around the utter disbelief that he was about to suck a dick he’d fantasized about many, many times. Felix rubbed his face against it, then inhaled the scent from his bush. “Fuck, you smell so good. Like a man.” “That’s right. You like how a real man smells, don’t you?” He grabbed Felix by the hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. “Don’t you?” “Uh-huh,” Felix whined, his eyes wide and begging. “That’s right. Keep worshiping that dick.” “Yes, sir, I’ll work for it.” “That’s right. You need to work for that cock.” “Oh, I will.” “Yeah? You deserve this cock?” “I do.” “You deserve that thick cock?” “I do.” Logan loosened his grip on Felix’s hair. “Even after all this time, you still gotta work for it. You know that, right?” “Mhmmm.” Felix started to kiss his cock, deep in worship. Logan had recognized Felix before he even realized he was part of his game. They knew each other, in a way. Same grade, some classes together, friends who might have mixed at some point. But it was alphabetical order—their last names landing them next to each other constantly. The group projects, the good mornings, the commiseration of being ‘just over it’, it had all brewed a friendly, low-key flirty vibe between the guy on the basketball team and the class vice-president on the debate team. Dark excitement burned in Logan’s eyes when he recognized something in Felix’s dark stare. He reached into his pocket and slipped something out. “Would you mind if I hit this right quick?” He flashed a small glass pipe, melted T coating the bottom. The same dark burn lit Felix up with a dark smile. “Nah, just as long as you let me blow a cloud on your cock.” Logan threw his head back and moaned. “Felix, Felix… you’re a bad little boy now, aren’t you?” He took a hit from his pipe and blew the smoke down at Felix. “Oh, Logan… I’m a very bad and very dirty little boy now.” Click. Logan blew his cloud down to Felix, slower this time, covering his face. “But still a little faggot. Wanna be my little faggot?” “I wanna be your little faggot,” Felix’s eyes pleaded with hunger. Logan lit the pipe for Felix. “Good.” He clicked the torch again, signaling for Felix to hit it again. “I told my boys to let me have some one-on-one time with you, since I knew you.” Felix didn’t even wait; he had his mouth back on the pipe before he’d blown out his last hit. “Now, I get to give them my little faggot. My spun little dirty slutty faggot.” Felix positioned his mouth around Logan’s cock, his lips hovering just above it, holding it there. The weight of it drove him crazy. He slowly pulled his head back while letting the cloud coat the thick cock. “Take another hit, faggot.” Logan pushed the pipe into Felix’s eager lips. “Fuck yes…” Felix inhaled as much as he could, eager to please. Logan took a long hit and blew out smoke rings that hit Felix’s face. “I’m ’bout to make you a whore for meth.” Then, with his free hand, he shoved Felix down on his cock. The tip was already hitting the back of his throat. “Yes! Get that thick cock wet….” Logan’s intense eyes gave way to his dark mind. “Get that thick cock nice and wet….” Felix’s spit streamed down his shaft, only to be licked up and then spit out again. “Get that thick white cock nice and wet.” Felix let out a moan as his eyes rolled back. He started sucking faster, stroking it four or six times, and then came to a sudden stop. He kept his tongue out, the cock resting on it, his eyes locked on Logan. His voice was small. “Is that thick white cock wet enough?” Click. Hit. Clouds. “I think you can do better service for this white cock.” He brought the pipe down to Felix. Click. Hit. Hit. Clouds. “Lemme show you how.” Logan said, setting the pipe down on a ledge on the wall, his hands now free to grab Felix and face-fuck him. Felix gagged on Logan’s cock, his throat tight from the hit and the deep penetration. He moaned around the flesh, his eyes wild from the wave of pleasure and the high that washed over him. Logan pulled back slightly, grinning down at Felix, high and sweaty. "You damn sexy taking that thick white cock." Felix nodded his head vigorously, unable to speak. He wanted it more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to please this man. Without any further warning, Logan slammed his cock back down Felix's throat, choking him slightly as he started a slow but relentless pace. His hands found their way to Felix's ass, squeezing and pulling on the cheeks as he drove deeper. Felix could feel his eyes watering, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. The burning sensation in his chest only fueled his desire for more. He moaned and gagged around the cock, his body arching up into the assault. Logan felt his balls draw up tight as he neared his climax. He gripped Felix's hair tightly and started thrusting harder, his hips slamming against the smaller body. Then he quickly pulled his cock out of Felix's mouth, his grip loosening slightly. He watched as Felix swallowed hard, sucking down the drops of pre-cum. “Been edgin’ with my boys all morning," he murmured, running his fingers through Felix's wet hair. “But I think I’m gonna work up a bigger load for you." Felix leaned into every touch. “Yes, please. Thank you, sir.” “Let’s try, ‘Papi.’” Logan’s voice was playful and menacing. Felix smiled, his voice hazy. “Papi. Gracias, Papi.” Felix’s accent hit Logan like a train. “Sexy… fuckin’ sexy.” Felix felt Logan guiding him to stand. He was dazed, his legs shaking, but when their lips hovered so close together, he forgot everything. “I cannot believe this is happening… and that it’s happening this way.” “The universe, man.” Logan used his other hand to reach into Felix’s shorts, his finger searching for his hole. “We are two lucky fuckers.” One hand held the back of his head, another rubbed against his hole. Felix was frozen, wanting to beg Logan to kiss him, slap him, fuck him. He couldn’t speak. "You're one hell of a cocksucker," Logan whispered, his tone pleased. Breathless, Felix said, “It’s my favorite thing to do, probably next to booty bumps!” “Oh, yeah?” He paused for a second and reached into his pocket. “I think this little Latin cocksucker served this white cock good. I think I got a reward for you.” “Papi… I promise to show you how thankful I am.” “Put two of your fingers in my mouth.” Felix did as he was told and sighed with need when he felt Logan’s tongue on his skin. Logan let saliva build up and drip onto Felix’s fingers. “Wet your—” “Fucking hot.” Felix rubbed his fingers all around his hole. Between his index finger and thumb, Logan held a shard of T. He spit on it, keeping it between them, and nodded for Felix to spit on it. “Against that wall.” Logan forcefully ordered. Felix leaned forward and slowly pulled his shorts down. “Eager little faggot… I fuckin’ love that.” Logan felt his throbbing cock urge him to just shove it in. Rape the faggot, he thought, but gave in to another urge. Felix closed his eyes, waiting for the burn of the shard, but then he felt something else. Logan’s mouth, his tongue pushing against his hole. He cried out in surprise, then moaned random words from how good it felt. Logan went wild at how good Felix’s hole was. He spit on it and pushed his face hungrily into it. “This pussy… oh my god.” “You like my pussy, Papi?” Logan sucked at it and pulled his mouth away. “This pussy…,” he sucked at it again, “right here…” He wildly ate Felix, the moans only making him get sloppier. He spit on it one more time. “This pussy tastes so good. I like it a lot. Don’t get me obsessed with it now.” Felix pouted. “But, why?” He pushed his hole out, then felt a wet hand on his ass, then the burn of the shard Logan pushed into him. He let out a loud moan but then held his breath when he suddenly felt Logan on him, his hand covering his mouth. “You don’t want me to answer that. ‘Cause if I do, I’m so fucking turned on by you, I might go to a really dark place. Twisted things happen to little faggots if I do.” Felix pushed his ass against Logan’s pre-cum-dripping cock Logan slid his hand from Felix’s mouth to his neck. Felix, in a soft voice, said, “Maybe I’m a little faggot who needs twisted things to happen to him.” He pushed back on the rock-hard cock, lining it up to slide between his cheeks. Logan gripped Felix tightly and lined the head of his dick against his hole. “Careful what you ask for, Felix.” He rubbed his pre-cum on Felix and started to push the tip in. Felix held still, his hole relaxed. “Put it in me. Please. Logan, please. I need your big white cock inside of me.” He pushed a little bit more. “Yeah? Is that what you need? A big white cock to put you in your place? Fucking whore. You’re so high and hungry for it.” Felix begged for it. Logan pulled Felix back to look at him. “Just be a good spun little slut who’s ready for my boys, okay? My faggots would do anything for me and my boys.” “I’ll do anything,” Felix said, with daring confidence. Logan was silent as he looked at Felix. Then, he said softly, “Open your mouth.” He spit inside Felix’s open mouth. “Stick your tongue out.” Felix did, and as he was about to close it, Logan barked, “Hold it there.” Then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking at it. Felix couldn’t take it anymore. He started kissing Logan, who started roughly kissing him back, almost giving in and starting to fuck Felix right then. He tightened his hand around Felix’s neck; Felix squirmed. Logan pulled away, fast, and slapped Felix’s face—firm but not too hard. “Don’t fucking do that. Don’t kiss me like that. If you push me to get twisted…” Felix looked back, his eyes big, brown, and apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you.” “No, uh, it’s not like that,” Logan didn’t know how to explain. He looked at Felix, like meat and prize, “when i’m really high and I want something so fuckin bad… I gotta control myself… you’ll do anything, right?” Felix was curious to know how reckless and enticing he needed to be to get ‘twisted Logan’, his ultimate reward. “Anything.” Logan went to the door and just before he called his boys in, he looked at Logan and said, “Prove it.” [END OF PART ONE] Next up, Part 2 in Volume II

Part Two: Urge to Damage Daniel couldn't shake the memory of Juan's thick cock filling him up, the way he took control, and the raw emotions that came with it. The entire week had been busy, but in the quiet moments, he found himself craving Juan's domice again.ade him feel safe and experience emotions he had forgotten were possible in parts of himself he thought he lost. He did have second thoughts as he texted Juan, and when he booked the motel for the two of them, and even on the drive there, but he ignored them. Paying attention to doubts would lead to an empty existence without Juan. Juan had been bursting with anticipation after receiving Daniel's text. It made him uncomfortable to feel that way again, that was a reason he had been difficult in the past. The emotions were too overwhelming for him to handle, at least what he believed he could at the time. But once they met up at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town and entered the dimly lit room, the turn of the lock shut everything else out. Juan had a bong and was packing the shards in the glass bowl. His shirt off and his pants unbuttoned, belt clanging as he sat down. Daniel stripped down to his brief underwear and just a t-shirt. Juan's eyes roamed over Daniel's body, taking in every inch of him, appreciating the way he'd filled out over the years. Daniel smiled and then turned away as he felt Juan's gaze, desiring him and wanting him. He loved that feeling. "You are so perfect," Juan said. He clicked the torch and started to melt the white shards of crystal. "I've missed you," Daniel said, his voice thin. They sat on the bed, their bodies intensely close as they took hits of the bong. Their shotguns turned into deep kisses, their tongues dancing over each other, tasting the sweet and bitter mix of their saliva and the meth. "I have needed you so bad," Daniel whispered, his voice heavy with desire. “Yeah? Gonna have to show me just how bad," Juan shot back, his eyes staying on the bowl he was warming up. “I will… because I’m not just frontin’... I am serious, Juan,” Daniel said with an edge as he gasped, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke into Juan’s mouth. Their tongues tapped each other before Daniel pulled away. “Didn’t you say you were a broken person cause of me” Juan said, attempting to keep things light failing. Daniel frowned, “Not my proudest moment.” slipped his jeans off and when he went to slip his high-tops off, he clocked Daniel’s eyes. He shook his head slightly. Juan kept them on. “Something made you say it.” Daniel ran his finger down Juan’s arm. “Yeah, you. But the you back then. This is now, and what I want now is you.” Daniel’s voice was firm and seductive. Juan’s cock got stiffer under his boxers. “You, now, are different, that’s for sure.” He slipped his hand in his boxers and started stroking his cock. He ran the precum up and down his shaft. Briefs off and hopping on the bed, Daniel had rolled onto his stomach, his ass perked up. On his elbows, he lit the torch for Juan to take a long, slow hit of the bong and looked up at him adoringly. Juan flashed a smile at Daniel and then said, smoking flowing out of his mouth, “This is pretty different, yeah?” He spread Daniel's cheeks and gently pushed his face against the tight hole. Smoke billowed out from his mouth as he started circling his tongue all over it. "You never ate me out before," Daniel said, startled. "Your tongue… oh fuck… damn…." he began moaning. Juan pulled his mouth away from the hole only to spit on it and push his face into it again. Juan tasted so good, he couldn’t control himself. His tongue circled the tight entrance, wetting it for access. "Are you mine?" Juan asked right before pushing his tongue further into Daniel's hole. "I'm yours," Daniel replied, his voice trembling with excitement. Juan was wildly pushing as much spit out of his mouth as he could. He roughly swiped his tongue over Daniel’s hole, over and over again. Juan lubed up his cock, his thick fingers sliding easily over his shaft. He positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's hole. "Push that hole open," he felt his cock slip in far enough so his hips moved slowly at first. "Open my hole up, baby…” Daniel begged, his voice strained with pleasure. Something about the way Daniel seemed to be demanding things bothered Juan. He became rougher, faster, and more aggressive. He grabbed Daniel's hips, pulling him back against him, slamming his cock deep inside. "Your hole is mine, you get that right?" Juan growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yes, yes, I do," Daniel moaned, his body arching with each thrust. Juan growled and spoke in a deep voice, "I need to make sure, because Daniel, I am not letting you go this time." His fingers dug into Daniel's hips, imprinting on his skin. Daniel could barely speak with the waves that radiated through his body. He was running on pure instinct, so he started to throw his hips back onto Jucock. I have to show him, Daniel thought hazily. When Juan realized that Daniel was throwing his hips back - something he had never done before - he felt his own waves run through his body. They triggered a power play between them, and Juan felt he couldn't move until Daniel decided he was done bouncing on his cock. He watched, amazed, as cream started to run down his shaft. "Show me... that's it, baby... show me... take all that cock... let me see you make that cock yours..." Daniel threw his head back and moaned; he was so spun, but when he heard the last thing Juan said, he had a jolt of clarity and an adrenaline rush that sobered him up just enough to do what Juan demanded. Daniel moved his hips, sliding into different motions, all while slamming the entire uncut cock into his creaming hole. Daniel looked over his shoulder at Juan, "Just let go," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Juan moaned; it was his turn not to be able to speak. Then he said, "My cock is yours... it belongs to you, Daniel.” He continued to moan wildly, “Bounce on that big cock. Go all the way down.” Slowly, he started to get irritated by how much this moment turned him on. I gotta restore order, he thought. So, he pushed Daniel's face into the mattress, forcing his ass up higher for deeper access. Daniel held his ass there for Juan to dig in deep, pounding strokes. Neither of them knew how long they'd been fucking; they were in a trance most of the time, swirling from the clouds of lust and desire. "I'm gonna cum in you, I'm gonna brand you as mine." Juan grunted, from his cock swelling larger inside Daniel. "Own me." Daniel begged, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan let out a deep yell, growling into Daniel's ear as he released his load inside him. Daniel felt a satisfaction that he had been waiting for; it was what he needed from Juan. It was what set off a release of the fear he had. "I love you," Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you too," Juan replied, his voice softening. "I want whatever comes after tonight," Juan said, his voice filled with a hint of sadness. "I do too," Daniel agreed, his eyes meeting Juan's. They were both a bit surprised to be saying everything they were saying. But this was different; they were different. Juan had submitted to Daniel, and Daniel had dominated Juan. The unfair dynamic, the fear, the trust that emerged in that instant wasn't something either of them could explain in the moment. After two hot rails each, Juan found it incredibly hot that his cock was still glistening with cum. "Show me how much you love me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Clean that cum off my dick with your mouth.” Daniel, his mind clouded, loved the taste of Juan's cum, loved the way it coated his tongue and slid down his throat. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's thick shaft, his tongue lapping at the cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hands tangling in Daniel's hair as he guided him up and down his cock. Daniel's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, cleaning every last drop of cum. "You're such a good boy," Juan said, his voice filled with approval. "You love my cum, don't you?" He took his cock and traced it along Daniel’s lips Daniel nodded, his mouth still wrapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly and that made Juan melt. Juan pulled Daniel off his cock, his eyes burning with lust. "I want you to suck me off until I come again," he said, his voice filled with authority. Daniel nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Juan's cum again. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's cock once more. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, his hand stroking the base. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel's mouth. He loved the way Daniel's lips stretched around his cock, the way his tongue swirled around the head, the way his throat constricted as he took him deep. "You're such a good cocksucker," Juan growled, his voice filled with approval. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?" Daniel nodded, mouth sapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Juan's spine. Juan's thrusts became more erratic, his breath hitching as he neared his climax. He grabbed Daniel's hair, pulling him off his cock. “Open your fucking mouth for me," he said with force. Daniel nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on Juan's cock. He stroked it slowly, his tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he came, his cum splashing across Daniel's face and into his mouth. Daniel moaned softly, dazed and high. Juan collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Daniel crawled up beside him, his face still covered in cum. With his finger, he pushed his come inside of Daniel’s mouth. Moaning, Daniel said, “it taste so good.” Juan smiled and roughly pulled Daniel in for a kiss. Juan groaned, his tongue sliding into Daniel's mouth, tasting his own cum on Daniel's lips. He loved the way Daniel tasted, loved the way he felt in his arms. They lay there for a while, their bodies stuck together with sweat. They may have even dozed off. "This is a thing now, isn’t it…?" Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Juan nodded, his eyes meeting Daniel's. "It is," his voice softened. Daniel began kissing Juan all over, worshiping him with his lips and tongue. Juan groaned, his body responding to the tender touch. He felt a deep connection to Daniel, a sense of longing that he couldn't ignore. "Daniel, I...I don't know what it is about you," Juan whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "But I feel like I'm home when I'm with you. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be." Daniel looked up at Juan, his eyes shining with adoration. "I feel it too," he whispered back, his voice barely audible. As they spoke, their bodies began to respond, their desire for each other growing. Juan's cock stiffened, Daniel's eyes locked on it, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as Daniel stroked him. "This is why I acted so messed up all the time. Like it hurts how much I want you, and when I thought about losing you," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "You can’t lose me. Let me show you why." Daniel replied, his eyes shot a glance over to the nightstand. Juan knew what he meant. Juan reached for the meth, crushing it into a fine powder. He sprinkled it onto the tip of his cock, his eyes locked on Daniel's. "Get you so spun," Juan started to say, dark excitement in his tone, "That the only thing you can think about is me." Daniel nodded eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's entrance. He pushed in slowly, the meth on his cock burning as it entered Daniel's body. Daniel gasped, his body arching as he felt the flash of the burning sensation in his ass. "Oh God," he moaned, his hand instinctively shot back to hold off Juan from thrusting. Juan laughed deeply, “Nah, nah. This is what you wanted to happen. So it's gonna happen.” Daniel winced from the burning sensation the Tina gave him. He bit his lip and said, “Okay….yes….baby.” Juan spit on his dick and added more lube as he started to fuck him, his hips moving slowly at first, building up speed as Daniel's body adjusted to the sensation. “Fuck, Juan…” Daniel moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. Juan reached for more crushed Tina which he sprinkled in between a thrust. Daniel cried out from the burn, and that made Juan’s dick even harder. He spit on his dick and on Daniel’s hole. “You gettin’ spun for me?” Juan said, his voice light and wavy, “You get all cock-hungry and obsessed with me and only me, papa?” Daniel’s voice was barely above a whisper as he started to say, "Yes, Juan. I would do anything for you” Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel harder. "I love you so fucking much," he growled. [END of PART TWO]

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My sexual life began in SF Bay area post the AIDS crisis having caused the shutdown of bathhouses in SF. So my first public sex experiences were in "sex clubs" in SF. The first one I visited was called "Mike's Night Gallery" and was a converted residence on Folsom Street in South of Market leather district. Closest thing to a bathhouse I went to at the time was Eros on market Street, it was more like a bathhouse but still lacked private rooms.

Here's my take on the "responsibility" issue: For a short while, I see myself as the "caretaker" of the bottom. It's up to me not only to pleasure myself, it's up to me to try to make the "connection" as hot for the bottom as I can. Thus, I don't do questionable things to the bottom, I see him as a guy I need at that moment, and behave accordingly. Obviously, this viewpoint pertains to the fuckjoints. If I'm hosting a bottom, then my role is expanded to doing what I can to make the scene as good for him as I can. I dislike being being domineering, (unless it's a Bd/Sm scene, which would necessitate a prior "negotiation" in the first place). The way I see it, the better it is for the other guy, the better it will be for me too. Pretty simple ....

Absolutely on Playland Café, it was a trip !!! For norefusal, this might remind you

Practice, practice and more practice…now get to work…

He walked away and went to his bedroom and actually closed his door. I was there on all fours with my cock hard and leaking and my ass in the air. I felt a little dejected like he didn't want me anymore. I just stayed there for a few minutes and then finally got up. There was precum on the couch and I licked it up. I then walked over to my bedroom. I looked at my ass in the mirror. My ass was red with his handprints. I touched it and it was sensitive and sore. It kind of looked hot having his ass print all red on my ass. Like he was marking me. I kept touching my ass. I then went and lay down on my bed. I was still horny and my cock was kind of hard. I started to jack off. My cock got harder and I tried to cum I was so horny. The stroking after a while wasn't getting me anywhere so I stuck my finger in my ass. That did it. It felt so good. Then I stuck a second finger in me and started to play with my hole. I would pull out my fingers and lick them. I did love how we tasted together. My pussy juice and his jism.... wait what did my brain say? I mean ass. I kept banging myself with my finger when I erupted and shot another load. It was small but intense again. I licked it up and now was satisfied. I finally fell asleep.

But damn. we come to that point when the story, at least what we have of it, comes to an end, and we can only hope that more will follow. I hope more will follow, Meanwhile, I guess my elbow could use some rest, Repetitive use injuries are no fun.

I've played with several coworkers through the years that I have met online. One with him and his partner. The partner liked to watch me breed his BF and lick my cum out of his ass.

this was taken the next day. Daddy claimed there was sill some natural lube in there

Part Three: The Night of the Blackout It was hour six of the city-wide blackout. The summer had been hot, but now that it was August, the night was almost unbearable. With no A/C, people fled their houses and poured out into the city. The air was thick, wet, and smelled that way summer used to. The streets outside Daniel's family's apartment building had started to fill with the wail of police sirens. Looters were busting up the storefronts nearby; he knew his older cousin, who he lived with along with his uncles and grandparents, was part of that chaos. Their grandparents had left a few days ago on a summer trip one state over, and since Daniel's uncles were never home, he and his cousin had to watch the house. Since he was the youngest, his cousin had told him he had to stay home. He agreed without a fight; he had summer school homework that he was now trying to complete by the flickering light of a few candles huddled together on his small desk. His mind was half on equations and half on the low, restless hum of the night beyond his window. Daniel kept losing concentration in the dark and curious about what was going on outside, in the streets. His curiosity had always gotten the better of him, especially as he got older. When he first stumbled upon his uncle’s stash of porn videos in his drawer, he started attempting to watch them whenever he was alone. That happened very little, so each time was exciting, his very own “sneaking around”, and he liked doing something no one was supposed to know about. Tonight, the videos were out of the question. He imagined one of the scenes where a cop pulls a woman over and ends up fucking her on the hood of his police cruiser. He stood up from the desk; he had to do something about it. He wandered into the room his uncle and cousin shared. He knew there weren’t any magazines, and if there were, they would be of women. He didn’t like them, not in that way. He liked imagining himself as them, though. Next to the closet door was a clothes hamper, and laying on top was a pair of green boxers. He didn't know why, didn't even question it, he just took the boxers to the bed with him. He folded a pillow in half and laid on it stomach-down. He liked to grind his cock into pillows like that, so when he came, he felt it hot on his skin. He pressed the front of the boxers to his face and inhaled. He wasn't sure if they were his uncle's or his cousin's, but the material held a musky scent, faint with a bit of cologne. He rolled his hips against the pillow, up and down, dragging it out like a sexy, slow dance. He moaned and inhaled again. The smell made him grind deeper into the pillow. He imagined the scene again: the police officer’s cock, very long and veiny, incredibly hairy. When he started to pound the woman super fast, he would pull out, there would be a white juice on it, and he wondered how it would taste. That was his favorite part of the video. The officer said, “Suck my cock clean.” She threw herself to her knees and swallowed his cock, her tongue wiping every inch. Daniel had practiced on bananas and zucchinis and cucumbers after studying how the women in the porn videos would suck dudes off. His hard dick rubbed against him and the pillow, and it felt so good. He inhaled again, and on the third inhale, he put the boxers in his mouth. He thought of the cop’s veiny cock in his mouth, tasting his own juices after having it inside of him. He moaned again; this was by far the hottest thing he had ever done. Then, the familiar creak of the front door hit his ears. Someone had walked in. He leaped up as fast as he could, simultaneously tossing the boxers off the foot of the bed and the pillow to the top. The air seemed to shift in a way he couldn’t explain. He was about to ask who it was as he grabbed the bedroom door, ready to slam it and lock it shut, but then he heard a familiar voice. “Hey! I couldn’t tell if y’all were home! My bad, I used the key under the thing! It’s me, Juan!” Daniel was immediately relieved but then quickly on edge. He understood the way the air had shifted now. Juan was one of his cousin’s best friends. He was older than Daniel's cousin from failing a grade, maybe two, in the past, but they hung around together for years. Juan did look a bit older. He was tall, and Daniel noticed every summer how, when Juan wore white tank undershirts, his muscles became more defined. He was Latin, and Daniel's favorite part about him was the caramel color of his skin; it drew him in. Always in an ironed, pressed outfit, Juan was the kind of guy who always wore high-tops, most of the time brand new. Daniel asked him once, and he said, “I’m lucky with delivery trucks. I’m always around when they fall off the back of em.” Daniel was always alert and attentive when Juan was around. He would second-guess everything he would say, get flustered, and either say nothing or bomb a joke. But Juan would save them if he could, and if he was too slow and Daniel’s cousin used it to dog on him, Juan would shoot Daniel an eye-roll or shake his head quickly. So, Daniel decided he had a big crush on Juan a while ago. A couple of months back, there was a night Daniel’s cousin and Juan stopped by the house before heading out for the night. Daniel had been in the front room working on a long math equation, so he spread out multiple pages of paper on the floor. His grandmother was off in her corner sewing, and the TV was playing the baseball game. That was the only reason his cousin and Juan came into the front room. Daniel had shifted from this position so many times on account of how long he had been trying to solve this problem. He sat with his legs crossed, checked his work, and then shifted to laying flat on his stomach. He found a mistake and erased half a page, propping his head up on his elbows. When Juan and his cousin ran in to check the score on the game, Daniel was kneeling, sitting back on his legs, his ass angled upward. They yelled about the score and complained about a call, and his cousin said he’d be real fast and change his clothes. Daniel had been so focused on the equation and its multiple possibilities that he hadn’t been aware of his position or who he was positioned in front of. Juan greeted Daniel’s grandmother, who responded short and quickly. She didn’t care for Juan or most of his friends. “Damn, that looks hella confusing…” Juan said, just above Daniel. Daniel’s pencil froze. He felt odd for sitting the way he was. He managed to say, “It is. And, hella annoying to take up this much space.” He glanced over his shoulder. Juan had on all-black high-tops with gold trim at the bottom. The sneaker’s emblem was also gold. He kept looking at Juan. A smirk on his face, Juan said, “Looks like you got it all figured out down there to me.” Daniel sat up, feeling dumb, and shrugged. “I guess.” “Nah, nah. Don’t let me disturb you while you work. Get back down there and keep doin’ your thing.” Juan said as he turned to leave. But Daniel caught a small lick of Juan’s lips and an even smaller bite of the lower one. He swore he did. His heart and dick jumped. He smiled and put his chest down and continued to do his thing like Juan told him to. In the darkness, Juan held out his cell phone for light in front of him. Then he heard, “I’m just here, it’s Daniel!” followed by a floating candle down the hallway. Then, Daniel’s face appeared, and that made Juan smile, like it always did when he saw Daniel. Juan knew he was sweet on Daniel ever since he met him. He thought Daniel was a good soul and a little like a character from a cartoon that always makes it work. He would hang around all his friends, and not that anyone was mean to Daniel, only his cousin could be, but they weren’t all that inviting. So, Juan became the one to make sure Daniel felt included when he was around. Over the years, Daniel went from being awkward and nerdy to, well, what Juan thought was mad cute, at times, sexy and even beautiful. Juan wasn’t really into guys. He liked doing things with them on the DL (he gave head a few times but preferred getting it, he would never eat ass and never kiss). He knew he wasn’t straight but he wasn’t gay. He had to keep everything to himself anyway, so it helped him not have to figure any of that out. He just did what he wanted to do, and as he got older, in all the adventurous ways he learned how to do it. Daniel had feminine features, but he wasn’t all that feminine. He was still a boy and didn't try to act like a female. He was just different. He was Daniel, the person Juan would jerk off to all the time. Once, Juan had to use their bathroom to rub one out quick after he saw Daniel laying on the floor, his ass up. Presented. Juan locked the bathroom and shoved his shorts down. His cock was already getting hard. He grabbed it, left hand over, tugging it downward with full long strokes. The way Daniel was positioned, the curve of his back, the way his ass was slightly lifted, his ass round, not big but full…it was all too much. He imagined Daniel’s cousin pulling Daniel’s shorts down, for Juan to plunge his cock into his small hole. He switched to hand under his meat stroking faster as he imagined the way it would feel, better than a pussy, he whispered to himself. He thought of how Daniel would moan. He was small though and his waist was tiny. Juan even had girls telling him he was too big, so he knew Daniel would cry out. Quicker breaths escaped him, his foreskin felt heavy between his hands as it slid up and down. The thought of Daniel’s cousin holding him down and covering his mouth so his grandparents wouldn’t hear, made him shoot three long strands of white cum into the air, and onto his stomach. He shuddered as he squeezed his nut from the tip of his cock. He looked around for a towel but grabbed the nearest thing he could find, which was a green pair of boxers. He used them to clean himself of the cum. He grabbed some clothes off the floor and held them up when he walked out. He complained about having to step on them and told his best friend to stop being a slob. He tossed the pile into the bedroom hamper. He knew he needed to be around Daniel more. The feeling was growing stronger, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep himself from Daniel. Juan knew his smile was big when he saw that face in the candlelight. He complained to himself and asked why Daniel had to be so fucking cute. Because what followed were always dirty thoughts. And Juan was extremely creative when it came to his dirty thoughts. But tonight, only Daniel was at the house, and they hadn’t ever been alone before. And on account of the chaotic mindset the blackout had put on everyone, hell, Juan had smashed some windows, letting Daniel’s cousins and his friends into some stores. That adrenaline, running through alleys and how easily it was to lose his friends and to claim he just couldn’t find them, led him to the wildest and darkest sexual thoughts he ever had. All he had every intention of doing tonight. Lingering in a quiet corner of the house, Juan played up a small laugh. “You mean to tell me they left you here to protect the house?” Daniel rolled his eyes. “You’re funny, Juan…” “I did just walk up in here like nothing…” Juan teased. Daniel sighed and said, “That’s cause you knew where the key was. If anyone else tried to get in, I think I would hear it. Plus, I got this…” The wooden baseball bat that always sat by the door came into view as Daniel posed with it on his shoulder. Juan threw up his hands. “Oh damn! Okay, killer. I see you,” he laughed and then asked, “Could I wait here for your cousin since it’s hella crazy outside?” With a smile and a shrug, Daniel said, “Whatever.” Juan helped Daniel find some more candles and helped light them. In between flickers from the matches lighting the new candles and a lighter Juan had on him, their eyes kept meeting. If Juan was flirting, and Daniel thought he might be, it’s just him being nice and probably loving the attention. Daniel was excited but also something else he would learn eventually that the feeling was volatile. Daniel had still been horny from working himself up less than ten minutes ago, so he wasn’t surprised when a tidal curiosity came with a raw, growing urge when he wondered what Juan’s dick looked like. Was he uncut? He hoped he had a bush of pubic hair. Daniel liked the thought of it because he assumed the more you have, the more it keeps the scent. He had never been close enough to one to know for sure, but he knew it was a strong possibility. They talked about baseball and liking wrestling, which Juan was surprised about. Daniel quickly replied, “I’m into how strong they are… their arms, and muscles…” He stopped himself quickly, realizing he had to back himself out of the gay corner. “So you like the dudes… the muscles…?” Juan asked simply. Daniel stammered, “I–I like, like my favorite wrestlers, yeah! And, I appreciate… the muscles cause I wanna have them too one day.” He prayed he saved it. “You don’t need all that muscle, papa.” Juan said, but then stopped himself from saying more. He did a quick and playful tug at the crotch of his jeans. Did that just happen? Daniel asked himself quickly. Then when Juan shifted himself on the couch, the way they were sitting on the couch, it was too dark to see, but Daniel was sure he was hard. He thought of the woman from the porn on her knees, him on his knees, in front of Juan. Juan had almost told Daniel, “You are beautiful like this. For me.” The idea that Daniel was for him, a claim, made his dick get rock hard. It caught even him off guard, and he adjusted out of instinct. He saw Daniel’s eyes fly down and then away. He knew he saw it. Daniel flipped his legs up onto the couch and sat on the back of them. “Whatta a little flirt,” Juan thought to himself. His gaze was confident as he quietly slid closer. His every movement was deliberate: a small slide of a hand here, a lingering nudge after a joke there. It didn’t take much to get Daniel’s attention, but to get him to let things like his homework lay forgotten on the desk, he had to take his time. It paid off when he knew they achieved that and every sense was zero focused solely on Juan’s presence. Daniel caught on quickly to how Juan kept taking chances to touch him. He felt excited and special. He learned the feeling, to be wanted and to have it come from Juan. It was a thrilling feeling and he thought he was responsible to be grateful for it. Juan’s teasing became bolder. Daniel’s poses grew to suggestive. And then, Daniel noticed that Juan’s arms, resting on the back of the couch they sat on, were now almost around his shoulders. He felt Juan’s fingers touch the back of his neck. Daniel shifted closer to Juan. “Why do you look at me like that?” Juan said, his voice low. “Like what?” Daniel asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Juan quietly laughed, as if embarrassed, “It’s like you’re burning for me.” Then he turned away, smiling. Daniel shrugged and smiled. Juan then said, “Maybe it’s like how I've been waiting for you.” Those words rushed through Daniel. Was this happening for real? Flirting and even being touchy was one thing, but to hear Juan say words like that was crazy. He felt dizzy. Daniel looked up at Juan, in the way he now knew to always look at Juan, to pull him in. Juan’s hand moved down Daniel’s chest, and a warmth built up inside him. Then he pulled him closer, but that startled Daniel. Juan’s hand pulling him closer, the smell, the faint scent of cologne and sweat that clung to Juan’s skin made him want but also scared. “Someone might come home…” Daniel squinted in the candlelight, but it was too dark to see clearly. “Nobody here but me.” Juan whispered. He then grabbed Daniel's chin and turned him to face him. “Do you like it when I do this?” His finger traced Daniel's neck. Daniel closed his eyes. “Yes,” he exhaled, and a soft moan whispered. “And you like this?” Juan grabbed Daniel's leg gently and ran his hand up to his ass. Daniel moaned, “Yes, but… I’ve never… I mean, nothing like this.” Juan grabbed Daniel’s face. “Daniel, you know me, right? You trust me?” Daniel hesitated for a second but then nodded his head. He reached for the hand Juan had on his thigh and put it back there. He slowly slid his hand off of Juan’s, wanting every inch of their skin touching to count. Juan squeezed Daniel's thigh a couple of times before moving to his ass cheek. He finally got to squeeze it, he finally got to touch what was going to be his. Daniel stiffened a few times when Juan squeezed his hands. He thought that must be why he does it a couple of times. He tried to tell himself to chill, he wanted desperately to relax. Juan squeezed his ass one more time and took his hand off. Daniel quickly thought, maybe he is turned off now. That quick cause he couldn’t just chill the fuck out. But then, he quickly saw why Juan did that. Juan reached into his jacket pocket and took out a glass pipe. Daniel shook his head. “I don’t smoke weed.” Juan laughed. “This ain’t weed. I know you don’t. I wouldn’t do that. This stuff is just for us.” Daniel was silent as he saw white crystals coming from a little baggie fall into the glass pipe. He didn’t ask what it was or why it crinkled when it was heated up. He was curious about how the smoke rolled inside of the glass bulb when you inhaled and fascinated by the huge clouds that would appear from your lips. “The way it stays, you know, in the air…” Daniel finally said. “Like, clouds, right papa?” Juan offered. Daniel leaned forward, excited, because he knew he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing. With a boy, that something told him, he should not be doing this with. “Clouds, yes papi…” Juan loved how Daniel hadn’t even realized how far his mood shifted. Now he was much more flirtatious and forward. He felt his hard cock pulse; he needed to use it soon. For Daniel, the hits he took off of the glass pipe gave him control of his body in a way he never knew he had the ability to do. “Can I have another hit?” Daniel asked. Juan had just taken a hit, pipe and torch in hand. “Of course you can, here…” he replied, keeping them both close to him. Daniel let out a small giggle and wrapped his legs around Juan’s waist but did not sit on his lap; he held himself up. Juan was amused and incredibly turned on. “Put this in between those pretty lips.” He cued Daniel to inhale. “Keep going… keep going… Now hold it in.” Daniel did as he was told, fighting to hold his breath. “You’re a good boy.” Juan whispered as he gently pushed his hips up. Daniel exhaled his clouds and, just in time, pushed his ass down. A low, almost sigh, “ahhhh…” escaped Juan. Daniel softly moaned as the final bit of clouds passed his lips. “Shhh, we have to be quiet…” Daniel whispered. “Don’t tell me to shhh…” Juan joked. “Shhhh…” Daniel teased, with a playful swivel of his head. Juan pushed his hips up. “I said you don’t shush me…” he joked back. Daniel really felt Juan’s huge cock press onto his ass. His mouth watered, and he brought his lips closer to Juan’s. “Shhhh.” Juan pulled his head back out of habit. He got thrown by Juan’s face getting close to his, wanting to kiss and this irritated him. But when Daniel got that look on his face, confused and a little hurt, Juan didn’t have to think at all. He pushed his lips onto Daniel’s. They both were completely still for a moment. Juan realized Daniel was still not that experienced at kissing and he had to guide him. Juan would do one thing and then Daniel would follow and pick up how their lips were supposed to fit together. Juan eased in their tongues, and eventually Daniel’s arms were around Juan’s neck and Juan’s were on Daniel’s waist. Daniel was a quick learner. They made out; it was wild and wet. They both were moaning out of relief and release of finally tasting each other. Daniel loved the way Juan’s arms held him in place and went up his back, and how strong they were. And as Juan did this, his need to claim Daniel, and the idea that he possessed him, grew with each throb of his dick. Juan laid back. “You seen porn, right?” Daniel nodded eagerly. “You know how they suck the guys’ dicks?” “Yeah.” Daniel said with a smile flashing across his face. Juan unbuttoned his jeans, pushed his boxers down, and pulled his 9-inch uncut cock out. “Wanna try it?” Daniel stared at it intensely. He grabbed it and felt it. It was heavy and thick and had the perfect bush. He used his other hand to feel Juan’s balls, which were bigger than any he had seen in porn before. He was mesmerized and a little in disbelief that this was finally happening, that this was Juan. He slowly pressed his face against the shaft. It was the same length. He took a deep breath in, inhaling his scent. He gently rubbed his face on it. A soft and low moan came from him. “Holy fuck…” Juan said quietly. The candle flickered across Daniel’s face as he began to kiss Juan's cock. He took his time and slowly started to lick it. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, papa.” Daniel was shocked but still horny as fuck and impatient. “Can you open your mouth now?” He grabbed his dick and tapped it on Daniel’s lips. Daniel opened his mouth. Juan laughed. “Gotta open it wider than that if you’re gonna suck my dick.” Daniel forced his mouth to open wider. His mouth was so warm, and they both moaned on contact. He moved Daniel’s head up and down. When he noticed he could go faster, Juan instinctively knew what to do. He started to run his dick faster, in and out. “Oh yes, Daniel, just like that now—” he stopped because Daniel started to slurp on it up and down. Instinct, Juan thought to himself. “Fuck yes, you like that cock, don’t you?” He moaned low. Daniel’s eyes met Juan’s, and as he took his lips back for a second, said, “I love your cock.” Juan’s eyes blazed something dark. He nodded his head, “I think you were made for this dick. Your mouth is so small.” He started to push his hips faster. Daniel started to gag. “But, look at you, it’s so good Daniel, your mouth was made for me, so you gotta take it… come on, papa, take it in your throat.” Daniel squirmed but couldn’t move as Juan held his head in place, fucking his mouth. Afraid he would throw up, he started to whine and twist. Juan let Daniel out of his grip and sighed. “Too much?” He sighed again as he said, “Putting it to your throat shows me how much you want it. That makes it mean something.” Daniel breathed heavily, catching his breath and coughing. “I… don’t wanna throw up.” Juan was silent, just staring down at him, stroking his dick. Daniel grabbed the glass pipe and said, “Light this for me.” Juan, surprised, hesitated but then clicked the torch on. Daniel took a huge hit and two more after Juan made him, then slid his mouth back on Juan’s dick, taking it deeper this time. “Hell yeah, that’s my good boy.” Juan grunted through his teeth. “Use that spit, come on now, I love it hella wet with your spit.” Juan was taken out of his body for a moment, staring at Daniel suck his dick wildly, with hunger; it was intense. There was a special kind of darkness in Daniel’s eyes, and he knew Daniel could see it in his too. With a devilish smile, Juan produced a small bottle of lube from his pocket, and Daniel's eyes widened with both excitement and fear. "Don't worry," Juan teased, "You want this and you know it." Juan was incredibly turned on but just seeing Daniel naked. He was perfect and soft. He wanted to kiss him all over but stopped himself and instead, had Daniel on his back and legs up in the air. He gently pushed his finger against the tightness of Daniel's hole, slowly giving way to his touch. Daniel gasped, his body tensing slightly before relaxing into the sensation. Juan's finger slid in deeper, and Daniel moaned softly, his hips involuntarily pushing back against the intrusion. “Come on now,” Juan whispered, his voice low and soothing. “Let me in.” Daniel took a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles. Juan's finger moved in and out, lubricating the way for more. Daniel's moans grew louder, his body responding to the new sensations. “You like that, don’t you?” Juan asked, his voice husky with desire. Daniel nodded, his eyes closed tightly. “Yes…” Juan added another finger, stretching Daniel gently. Daniel's moans turned into soft whimpers, his body writhing with pleasure and a hint of discomfort. “You know, I’m being nice by doing this for you,” Juan soothed, his other hand stroking Daniel’s back. “No one would do this for you. But, I am.” Daniel exhaled and relaxed into Juan’s fingers, he stared up at him in that way. Daniel’s body began to adjust, and he started to push back against Juan’s fingers, slowly giving way to his touch. "Oh my god," Daniel breathed, his body trembling and getting used to the feeling. "It feels… different.” "Imagine how it’s gonna feel when it's my cock inside you." With every passing moment, Daniel had sensations that overwhelmed him. He felt like he was on fire. But those same emotions flooded him with a desperate craving for more of Juan. But was also terrified of being ripped open. Juan removed his fingers"You're ready for me now," he whispered, positioning himself between Daniel's legs. “Um, But, Juan, I don’t know about this.” Daniel looked around wildly. Juan gripped Daniel's hips tightly to pull back his attention. “We got you all relaxed already, don’t go ruining it.” Juan entered him slowly, but gave Daniel very little time to adjust to his size. Daniel's breath hitched as he felt the thick, uncut cock pushing into him, stretching him to his limits. Daniel whined; he didn’t know what to do. He wanted it, but it hurt. Something told him to tell Juan to stop, but he didn’t say anything. Juan had never felt what he was feeling now. It wasn’t just Daniel’s tight hole; it was that he was taking his virginity. He got crazed by knowing he was the only dick that’s been inside of Daniel. He pumped his hips back and forth and his moans turned to growls. Daniel started to whine louder, so Juan put his hand on his mouth. Daniel’s eyes got wide. He squirmed, but that only made Juan want him more. “Daniel, you were grinding up all on this dick. Then you were slurping it up. I don’t get teased. I take.” The pain was intense; Daniel was trying to beg Juan to stop and pushed against Juan’s chest. Then Daniel realized Juan had picked him up and brought him to the top of the desk. Juan’s eyes caught Daniel’s with an intensity that made Daniel hold his breath. Then with a forceful low voice, Juan said, “Grab the desk with both hands.” Daniel gripped the edges of the desk. As Juan continued to fuck him, he gripped the desk harder with every slam of the huge cock. He thought of the way he grabbed the desk as a way to maintain some semblance of control. Then he felt a jolt inside of him, and then another. Daniel’s cries became moans that grew louder, Juan's pace quickened, his hips slapping against Daniel's ass with increasing intensity. Juan's thrusts became more erratic as he knew he was close to busting. He gripped Daniel's hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled him closer, needing to be as deep inside him as possible. "Fuck, Daniel," Juan growled, "I wanted to fuck you for so long. I waited for a long ass time. I'm not going to last much longer." Daniel kept feeling waves or jolts in his stomach. He had stopped trying to pull away from Juan because the jolts, they started to feel good, he couldn’t believe the sounds coming out of his mouth. He was turned on. Juan took his hand off of Daniel’s mouth. He grunted, thrusting faster and faster. Their eyes were locked on each other. Daniel’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, closed his eyes and whispered, “Please…” “I’m gonna bust inside you. I’m gonna be the first load you take Daniel … fuck fuck!” Juan buried himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing as he released his load inside Daniel. The feeling of Juan's hot seed spilling into him was enough to push Daniel over and jolt him, ripping through his body like a hurricane. His cum shot onto the desk in thick, sticky ropes. The sensation of Juan's throbbing erection rubbing against his prostate kept sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout his entire body. "That was… fuck, Daniel…" Juan whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction and wonder. Daniel looked at Juan and was confused. He couldn’t understand how he could feel such opposite things at the same time. He wanted Juan to stop because it hurt, but then he felt the most amazing thing he’s ever felt before. “I got carried away. Did I scare you?” Juan asked, looking away. Daniel cleared his throat. “Yeah.” Juan grunted, sighed and looked away. He instantly felt terrible but was embarrassed to show that so he fronted, annoyed, “Yo, you were all up on me, remember? You wanted this. You and me, we wanted the same. Juan stared out the window. “Yeah, but you asked if … are you mad?” Daniel asked quietly. “Nah,” Juan looked at Daniel. “I ain’t trippin’.” Daniel stared back at him, his eyes sad but curious. Juan looked away, but all he could see were those eyes. “So you wish we didn’t fuck now or something?” Juan asked. Daniel shook his head, sitting on the couch with Juan. “No, I don’t wish that. I wanted it.” Juan grabbed his chin. “You promise?” Daniel put his hand on Juan’s. “I promise.” Then he wrapped his arms around Juan and held his head to his chest. "I remember how nervous I was," Daniel whispered, the memory vivid in his mind. "But something just clicked when I took you in my mouth." Juan nodded, his eyes dark with desire as he recalled the sensation. "Yeah, 'something clicked,'" he laughed, then added, "Like you’d been waiting your whole life to do that." Daniel smiled, remembering not just the nerves but also the pride he felt hearing Juan's deep moans echo through the empty house. Sound encouraged him, drove him to make it through that experience. Then he recalled how he gripped the desk. "I couldn't get enough of those sounds you made," Daniel admitted. "Every moan made me want more." "And then I couldn't take it anymore," Juan continued, his voice husky with the memory. "Damn... when I thought about the fact you were a virgin. That sent me." Daniel nodded, recalling how Juan had him on his back, looking down at him. "You were so intense, like I was the only person in the world." As they talked through their shared memory, their bodies responded to the recollection, the past and present merging in their heated exchange. "I guess that night I was... I know you planned it," Daniel whispered. "You’d been watching me for months." He crawled up Juan’s chest, his fingers grazing his pecs. "I may have been a virgin, but I wasn’t an idiot." "Every time you said my name," Juan replied, tracing Daniel's jawline with his finger. "Sometimes, over and over, like a prayer." Their conversation shifted, tapping into words that would have been impossible to voice if it weren’t for the darkness of the blackout and the struggles they both had faced in adulthood. "I think that’s when I fell in love with you," Daniel admitted. "Right there, somewhere in the middle of that blackout." Juan's eyes softened at the confession. "I didn't know how to handle what I felt for you back then. You were so young, so innocent. I was messed up, and I knew I was bringing you with me." "I went with you," Daniel replied. "I know that now. There came a point when I couldn’t, and then I didn’t." Juan felt tired at the memory of when they didn’t have each other in their lives anymore, when he had to be alone. “I know now that not having you is worse than anything I was scared about before." Daniel felt Juan tighten his grip on him. Then he asked, “Why didn’t you try to get a hold of me?” Juan shifted his grip on Daniel so they could look at each other. “I wasn’t about to decide for you again, not like I did before. You had your life,” he said, his voice lightening a bit. “It ain’t like I didn’t keep tabs on you, no lie.” He paused before continuing, “I didn’t wanna ruin that. I didn’t wanna do what I do; I wanted to let things play out the way they were gonna play out, feel me?” Daniel looked at him in that way, and they were off. Sweat dripped where their skin made contact, slowly falling as they both took each other with a wild type of recklessness, a side effect of moving the fuck on. [END OF PART THREE]

@kitpig Don't look at me. You think I know?! 😅 @Petereater Thanks! @hirondelle75 It's always important to have a good support system. And, I mean.... he's definitely getting there. @up4meat Thanks! I try to put stuff out there that isn't as popular, or is more on the unique side. You should check out the other two stories I'm writing currently. @leather-fanatical 🙂 So, this one is one the shorter side this update, but hopefully the next few chapters should be a bit more substantial. I hope everyone enjoys. -------------------------------------- Lesson 16: Positive Affirmations Slowly I woke up to the feeling of a warm body pressed up against mine, feeling a bearded face kissing and licking the side of my neck. At first I thought I was still dreaming, and groggily nuzzled my face into the neck of the other man. Another body slowly shifted onto the bed and pressed against me, slowly rubbing the side of my body and chest. I let out a happy groan, stretching out my legs languidly as the hand slowly worked up to my nipples, softly pinching them and working the piercing. The feeling slowly started to wake me up, cluing me in to the fact this was not just a pleasant dream. “Looks like we woke the boy up, Greg,” Mike said, chuckling softly, reaching up and softly grabbing my chin to turn it up towards his face, slowly kissing me. Greg, the man behind me, slowly drifted his hand down to my ass, feeling the massive plug still lodged in my ass, “Somehow he slept through his alarm going off, but go figure he wakes up for us.” “Someone forgot to put away one of the toys,” Greg laughed, gently tugging on the plug, eliciting a groan from me as he slowly pushed and pulled it, my ass gripping tightly on the silicon. Mike broke away from the kiss, gently running a few fingers through my hair. “Of course, after the show he put on for the camera in the dungeon, I guess we could allow it this one time,” Mike said, shuffling slightly in the bed and he kissed me again. “Such a cute sexy boy, kind of hard to get mad at him, isn’t it, babe?” Greg replied in agreement, still working the plug back and forth in short strokes, “After all, we had to drive through the night to come home and give him what he was begging for.” I blushed slightly, realizing there must be a camera somewhere in the basement that caught the previous day’s events. “Sorry… I should have asked,” I said, looking down instinctively as I spoke, my voice barely a whisper. “Don’t be sorry, boy,” Greg said, getting a firm grasp on the toy and giving it a few firm jiggles, making me gasp in surprise, “That was a hot little display there, watching our sexy slave boy stretching himself out and begging for another toxic load. We had it on repeat the entire drive home.” “Drove nearly nonstop even,” Mike added, reaching down and giving my balls a firm squeeze, “And since you’re already nice and open, how about me and Daddy Greg take that fat fucking plug out and give you what you need? You want that, don’t you baby?” I nodded silently, shocked that they’d driven through the night just to come and breed me. “Take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, boy,” Greg said, slowly tugging on the plug, eliciting a hiss of discomfort from me. I followed his instructions, a few tears welling up in my eyes as I felt the plug slowly begin to work out of my hole, the silicon tightly gripping the thin tender flesh of my asshole stubbornly. Finally, with a resoundingly loud pop, the plug was free from the confines of my ass, my ass feeling loose and empty in its wake. “There’s a good slut, nice and open now for us, aren’t you?” Greg asked sweetly, reaching over and placing the plug on the nightstand with a solid thump. “Yes sir,” I groaned, my voice sounding raw from the pain of removing the plug. “Why don’t you show us how grateful you are?” Mike said, pulling back the covers and grabbing his dick, shaking it at me. Slowly, I crawled down the bed and began to lick and suck Mike’s massive cock, as I felt Greg slowly begin to work several fingers in and out of my abused hole. “Fuck that’s a loose looking hole,” Greg said appreciatively, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling it apart, growling appreciatively as it easily opened under his manipulations, “So fucking stretched out and hungry looking.” “Let me see,” Mike said, gently pulling me off his cock by my hair, guiding me towards Greg as rolled over, looking at my ass as I moved. “Moving along much faster than we could ever have hoped,” Greg said, pulling his fingers out and moving his hands behind his head, looking down at me as I began to lick and suck his already hard dick. “Fuck that is a stretched out boy pussy,” Mike said in agreement, easily sliding four fingers in and out of my ass as he spoke, “Just a bit more training and he might be able to actually take a fist in there.” I groaned as I felt him slowly begin to work in his thumb as well, feeling my already abused asshole get stretched again. “Don’t worry boy, not tonight,” Mike said reassuring me, slowly working the 5 fingers inside me, spreading his fingers apart as he spoke, “You still need some training to take our fists in you.” I shook my head in acknowledgement as I continued to suck Greg’s cock, enjoying the taste of his precum slowly leaking out of the head. “Going to be a fucking blast being able to fist him and work our toxic loads into those walls,” Greg said, giving my ass a slight smack, “How about it, boy… you want us to train your ass to take a nice fisting? Might help speed up you getting our virus.” I pulled off his cock, looking back at him and nodded sheepishly. “God damn… so fucking sexy…” Mike groaned, slowly withdrawing his fingers and also giving my ass a solid smack, “Look at how it closes right back up with a little spanking.” “Fuck, I think it’s time we fuck a load in him,” Greg said, slowly jerking his cock as he spoke. “You first or me?” Mike asked, looking at Greg as he spoke, shoving his thumb back inside me. “Fuck that,” Greg said, shaking his head no, “Pig is nice and stretched out already, and we both know he can take both of us. You want that boy? You want to feel both your daddies flooding your slutty little ass at the same time with our potent seed?” Biting my lower lip, I nodded, enjoying the idea of feeling two large cocks working inside me at the same time, flooding my ass in unison. Grinning at me, Greg motioned for me to turn around and slowly pulled me up to his chest, grabbing my leg and pulling it across his body until I was straddling his pelvis. Rubbing his palm and thumb on my cheek, he pulled me down and slowly kissed me, lazily working his tongue into my mouth. I felt the bed shift as Mike slowly got behind me, guiding my ass down on Greg’s cock. I softly whimpered as I felt his cock slowly slide deep inside me, happy to feel filled again. Satisfied, Mike slowly shuffled up and slowly plunged his cock into me, the stretch more intense as his cock slid deep inside me along side his husband’s cock. “Fuck that’s nice and warm,” Mike said, slowly rubbing his hand along my back, “You’ve been need your daddies to flood your insides the whole time we were gone, weren’t you, son? Been needing our poz DNA coating your neg guts? “Oh… oh god yes…. Thank you Daddy,” I moaned, breaking the kiss with Greg as I spoke, “I love feeling you both breed me and fill me with your virus. I want to be infected by both of you and become your poz son.” “Yeah, we’re going to be your poz dads, aren’t we son?” Greg said, slowly running his hands up and down my ribcage, watching me intensely as I pushed down on their dicks, “Make you ours and use you as we see fit.” “Oh, fuck, yes daddy. I want to the personal cumdump for you,” I groaned, slowly beginning to fuck myself harder on their cocks, “I want your virus so bad. I want to get pozzed and be owned by both of you.” “Fucking right, son,” Mike said, pulling me against his chest as he began to fuck me hard and fast, “Already doing such a good job, letting us mold you into the son we want you to be. So fucking beautiful and willing to be reshaped to our whims.” “Yes… Thank you Daddy,” I groaned, wholeheartedly giving into the double fucking I was getting, “I need your poz cum in me so bad, Please give it to me.” “Fucking close already,” Greg said, his voice strained from the effort of holding back, “You close too babe? Shoot into our neg pig boy together at the same time?” “Fuck yeah… gonna shoot any second,” Mike said, as I could feel his sweaty chest against my back, “Your going to get a double dose of toxic seed in your ass, boy. Get ready…” I turned my head back and kissed Mike hard and fast, feeling as first his cock and the Greg’s began to jerk slightly inside me, both of their orgasms threatening to explode deep in me. Suddenly, Mike grunted and grabbed my hips, plowing me with increased speed as his began shooting inside me, his cum sloshing along Greg’s cock as his flooded my ass. Moments later, Greg let out a massive grunt and his cock then added a massive load to the mix. The sensation of the two massive loads of poz cum deep in my guts drove me over the edge and I took began to feel my ass spasm, clenching tightly on both of their cocks, causing both of them to gasp in surprise. “Boy’s ass is extra hungry for our DNA,” Mike said tightly, enjoying the feeling of my ass orgasming around both of them, squeezing both of their dicks tight, milking the remains of their loads out. Finally, my legs gave out and I slumped down on Greg’s chest, breathing hard. Slowly, Mike pulled out and flopped next to us, breathing hard and fast and Greg pulled me into a tight hug, his now soft cock plopping out of my sloppy hole. Lovingly, Greg slowly rubbed my back, squeezing my neck after each long stroke. “Thank you for coming home early,” I said quietly, slightly choking on the words nearly in tears as I spoke, unsure why I suddenly felt so emotional, “I really missed both of you so much… I’m sorry that you had to come home early and-” “Shhh…. Boy…. it’s ok,” Mike said, turning on to his side, now also rubbing my back. “I think we all could use some more sleep, especially after that amazing round of sex,” Greg said, gently rolling me between them. Nodding, I sniffed slightly and pressed myself tightly against Mike. Grabbing the covers, Greg pulled them over the three of us and settled against my chest, softly kissing my forehead. A new wave of exhaustion swept over me and I quickly fell back asleep between the two of them.

Part 4 I stood and watched as Sean finished breeding Ryan, conscious of the fact that I was so turned on I had just cum in my pants - something that had only happened to me once before. I was also feeling even more feverish now and almost fell forward . Aidan caught me in time and laid me on the bed and as he did so I was conscious that his big hairy cock was still as hard as a rock and was pointing straight at me. Ryan bent over me and kissed me. "I love you babe!" he whispered and added "Always!" That was all I needed to hear . I had not lost Ryan and that was all that mattered to me. I relaxed a bit and lay back on the bed as Ryan and Sean pulled my trousers, pants and socks off and then pulled my legs apart. Aidan stood in front of me for a moment and then grinned as he moved forward. Ryan and Sean were still holding my legs apart and a few seconds later I felt the familiar sensation of Aidan's cock pushing against my arse. I was sweating heavily now and I felt feverish and hot, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be penetrated by Aidan's big, thick, poz cock and to be fucked and bred with Ryan watching. Aidan fucked me as Ryan and Sean encouraged him to give it to me hard and to cum up my unprotected arse. I don't think I had ever felt like this before and I can't even describe the feeling as Aidan pumped his dirty load up my arse and then changed places with Sean, who was now fully hard again. Sean fucked me and bred me and then, to my surprise, Ryan and Sean swapped places. Ryan had never been very keen on topping, but how his cock was rock hard as he bent over me and guided his cock to my arsehole. "I need to fuck you, babe," he whispered, "I need to give you my load." I can honestly say that this fuck was one of the horniest I have ever had - Ryan fucked me really hard and I could see from the light in his eyes how much he was enjoying it as he fucked me harder and harder. I could tell he was getting close and I took hold of my cock and began to play with myself and I shot a huge load all over myself as Ryan shot his load right up me. The knowledge that Ryan was probably now shooting a poz load up my arse turned me on more than anything else and it seemed like I was never going to stop cumming. I don't remember much about what happened next. I slept for about 48 hours and when I woke up I was freshly showered and Ryan was sitting on the end of the bed. He leaned forward and kissed me gently as he told me that everything would be alright and he would look after me. After that I drifted back to sleep. I remember the doctor visiting me and deciding that I didn't need to go to hospital and that Ryan could nurse me at home. It was a couple of weeks before I felt better and on the Friday evening, much to Ryan's delight, I got a hard on that just wouldn't go down. Ryan grinned and took hold of my cock and then bent over and took it in his mouth. He sucked my cock gently until I couldn't help shooting a big load of cum into his mouth and then I fell asleep again. I recovered quite a bit over the next week or so and one night, after sucking my cock for a while, Ryan climbed on top of me and rode my cock until I shot my load up his arse. I knew we would have to talk, but neither Ryan or I was in a hurry to do that - we would both know when the time was right. In the meantime, we had both been tested and, perhaps not surprisingly, both of us had turned out to be HIV positive. About a week later, I was up and about again and Ryan and I began to talk. I told him everything I had done, and I could see him getting more and more turned on as I described being double penetrated by Aidan and Sean. Ryan told me that he had first let Aidan fuck him two days after Aidan and his partner moved in. He told me that he had been getting more and more turned on by the thought of getting pozzed, and confessed that he had been even more turned on by the thought of me getting pozzed. He had confided this to Aidan one afternoon when I was at work and Aidan had invited Ryan over for a drink. A short time later, Ryan's pants and trousers were down and he was cheating on me for the first time, as Aidan fucked him bareback and loaded up his arse. Ryan told me this was the first time he had deliberately taken a poz load up his arse. Ryan told me that he had been getting more and more turned on while doing his voluntary work at the sexual health clinic, especially by some of the poz guys who attended and had been fantasising about some of them pulling his pants down and fucking him right there in the clinic. When Aidan had come on to him he hadn't been able to resist. Since then, he had done it with quite a few guys, most of them poz and all of them without a condom. Apparently the conference for sexual health workers had also turned into a bareback fuck fest when one of the guys hosted a party in his room and before long everyone's pants came down. Guys who normally practised safe sex and whose role it was to promote safe practices, spent the night going up each other indiscriminately, no condoms were used and, though most of them had partners, pretty much everyone took several loads up them, including Ryan! Aidan was now fucking Ryan regularly and between them they decided to see if Aidan could get me to cheat on Ryan and to take his dirty load. You know what happened next! Our relationship was now stronger than ever and we were enjoying ourselves in ways I would never have thought possible. One evening I picked Ryan up from the sexual health clinic and he asked if we could give a lift to one of the other volunteers. Of course I said yes, and when Ryan came out to the car, he was accompanied by a tall, handsome black guy he introduced as Kofi. I was really attracted to Kofi and later that night I confessed this to Ryan. He grinned and told me that Kofi was originally from Ghana and was HIV positive and unmedicated. I was even more turned on now and when Ryan and I fucked that night he asked me if I wanted him to set something up with Kofi. I nodded and Ryan said "Leave it with me!" as I fired a big load of cum up him. Two weeks later, Kofi came round for dinner and a little later in the evening, we were all in the bedroom and Ryan said he had arranged a treat for me and told me to sit on the chair and watch for a while. I sat down watched as Kofi pulled Ryan towards him and began to kiss him. A few minutes later, I watched Ryan unzip Kofi's trousers and pull them down along with his pants. I don't think I had ever seen a cock as big as Kofi's and I was really turned on as I watched Ryan suck it until Kofi turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into Ryan's face. I had my cock out now and was wanking as I watched Ryan licking Kofi's arse and then bending over and taking Kofi's huge cock up his slim arse. Kofi asked me if I was enjoying watching him fuck my husband and asked me if I wanted him to shoot an unmedicated load up him. I was so turned on now as I told Kofi to go for it and breed my husband right in front of me. A few minutes later, he threw his head back and thrust hard up Ryan's arse, pumping him full of unmedicated poz cum. I don't think I had ever been so turned on! A short time later, it was my turn to bend over the bed as Kofi pushed his big thick cock right up me, fucked me and pumped his special load into me. Then Kofi bent over the bed and I pulled his cheeks apart and licked him out before pushing my cock up his (very tight) hole and and giving him exactly what he had given me. It was all incredibly horny! Ryan and I were now telling each other our fantasies and I had told him that one of mine was to kneel up on the bed blindfold and have a couple of guys just walk in and use me, without me even seeing them, and one Saturday morning on my birthday weekend, Ryan told me to get ready as he had invited a couple of random guys over to fuck and load me. I was really turned on as I showered and got myself ready and a short time later, Ryan told me he was going downstairs and showed me a blindfold which he tied round my eyes. I honestly couldn't see anything and as I knelt on the bed waiting, I felt a bit nervous. To take my mind off my nerves, I played with my cock which was already rock hard and a few minutes later I heard someone coming up the stairs and coming into the bedroom. I could tell there were two people in the room although I couldn't see anyone. Nothing happened for a moment and then I heard the sound of a belt buckle and what sounded like someone pulling their pants and trousers down. I felt a hand on my arse and one of them said "Nice!" A few seconds later I felt someone kneeling behind me and pulling my arse cheeks apart and then I felt a tongue on my hole. The fact that I had no idea who it was or what they looked like was even more of a turn on than I thought it would be and when he fingered some lube into my arse and pushed his cock against my hole, it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load then and there. The guy pushed right up me and began to fuck as I head the other guy's pants and trousers coming down and then I felt his cock pushing towards my mouth and I began to suck him. I wondered where Ryan was as the two guys spit roasted me. I was fairly sure he wasn't in the room and the fact that he had left me alone with two total strangers turned me on even more. The first guy was getting close now and before long I was taking a load up my arse. When he finished cumming in me, the first guy pulled out and they changed places. Until quite recently, I would never have thought of sucking a cock that had just been up my arse, but now I didn't hesitate and took it into my mouth and sucked on it as the second guy fucked and bred me. A few minutes later the two guys had gone and Ryan had returned. He told me to keep the blindfold on as he wanted to fuck me too and a short time later he added his load to the other two. I genuinely had no idea who the two guys were, but I had a feeling there was something familiar about one of them, but I couldn't quite think what it was. A week or so later, I fucked Aaron at work again. I had planned to make an excuse not to fuck with him again now that I knew I was HIV positive, but when he came on to me one night we ended up in a quiet part of the building with him sucking my cock. Then I thought I would just let him suck me until I came, but after a while Aaron stood up, pulled his pants down, turned around and backed onto my cock. A short time later he took my load up him. We also went down to London for a weekend to celebrate Ryan's birthday and had the best time ever. As well as seeing London, we fucked with as many guys as we could over the long weekend. We had a threesome with one of the guys on the reception desk in our hotel, hooked up with another gay couple who were staying in the same hotel one evening and Ryan and I took their loads before swapping places - it was a real turn on to watch Ryan fucking a guy next to me and it was not long before I shot my load up the hairy arse of the older of the two guys. We also visited a couple of raunchy clubs where Ryan took multiple loads and I spent quite a bit of time with my arse pressed up against the gloryhole, taking random loads up my arse (another of my fantasies!) Life just seemed to keep getting better and better. We were also still regularly fucking with Aidan and a group of his friends, and, as far as I knew, his partner still had no idea. The following summer, Aidan's partner accepted a job that would take them to Paris for a year and they decided to rent out their house. It was all arranged quite quickly and Aidan told me they had found tenants through friends of friends, adding with a grin that he thought we would get on with them very well. The new tenants were a young gay couple in their mid 20s, Alex and Jake, who had just got married. We got on very well with them and invited them over for dinner a couple of times. Alex was the more outgoing - he was blond with floppy hair and really friendly manner. I also couldn't help noticing he had a really fit arse, which really filled out his jeans. Jake was quieter, and was of mixed heritage, a really good looking guy with dark curly hair and was a year or so older than Alex. They had met at university, had been together for four years and had got married a few months before they moved in. One night they invited us for dinner and we were talking about relationships and after a while Alex confided that he and Jake had only ever been with each other. "That's really nice! I said as I poured them both another drink. Just then, my eyes met Ryan's and I knew he was thinking exactly the same as I was.

Same happened to me, I was looking in grinder to find a man to bareback me. There was a guy much older, 60s lean with a nice 8” pierced cock. His spelling was real broken and bad and I wondered if he was high. I don’t pnp and he said he was ok and sober. He invited me over to his apartment weird instructions to not use the front door and buzzer but go to the back and down the outside stairs to his basement apartment and the back door would be open then turn left to his apartment door and it’s open, walk in strip and get on the bed with him and give myself to him. I went but was reluctant to go in. Wondered back and forth for 30 mins outside his place. But was sort horny and wanted a man’s DNA so I finally went in, it was a concrete corridor and his door was immediately to the left I opened the door and walked in, is was a basement room with no furniture, a mattress on the floor a rudimentary fuck bench made out out 2x4s and a ceiling sling made from straps. I stripped naked and walked to him on the mattress stroking his rock hard 8” cock I got on top of him in the 69 passion, I could see he had toys (some massive 8” sound ass plugs and anal tunnels)by the bed and some containers and bottles I figured it was lube. I put my mouth on his cock and felt him spread my ass and shove his tounge into me. I heard him snap open a bottle and felt lube on my hole. He then pushed his fingers into me, 1 then two stretching my hole. He pumped his hard cock in my mouth and the feeling of his piercing in my boy throat was amazing. I then heard him open other bottles, I figured he would add more lube to open me, I then felt him push three fingers into me but didn’t feel any more lube. He pushed into me really deep and I could feel pressure inside my rectal cavity as he seemed to be massaging my prostate, he rotated his fingers and began massaging my soft wet rectal walls. He was till pumping my throat and was almost getting balls deep in me, I could feel his PA in my throat. After a few mins I started to feel light headed but figured it was from the position he had my body in. He was now fully skull fucking me full length then I want black. Over then next 5 hours I only had a few moment where I came to. First when I was being moved from the mattress tot he sling by 3 men, I could see a few other men in the room all naked and striking hard cocks. They placed me in the sling and restrained my wrists and ankles, I felt more fingers in my boy cunt and then passed out again. I came to again with men taking turns on my cunt, sliding cocks and toys and fingers into me then back to black. I came to again face down on the fuck bench, I felt a strange sensation of pressure in my abdomen and I felt my anal ring was burning from the stretching I was taking. A man had his fist almost elbow deep in my skinny body. I felt him pull out of me and another plunged his fist into me. I felt pressure as my inner hole suddenly popped open around his hand and gave him access to my intestines as he slide almost elbow deep in me. I passed out again. I came to again on the bench with his massive cock (or someone’s) pounding my cunt and I felt him tense up and then his cock pulse as he shot his cum in my intestines and heard him say “welcome to being poz slut” I passed out again. When I came to the final time I was naked on the mattress on my back legs spread with my insides hanging out in a massive prolapse. Everyone was gone and so was everything else except the mattress. My anal ring was ruined and staying open and when I stood up a gallon of sperm streamed out of me. I had to push my guts back up me and with my ruined anal ring they just fell out again. The room I could see was actually the boiler room of the building. Scratched on the back of the door was “rape room”. I dressed and left. I tested positive 3 month later.

We just had a verdict in the French city of Avignon in the case of Gisèle Pelicot where 51 accused were given serious sentences for rape, because Pelicot was unconscious and could not give consent. Granted the numerous crimes took place over several years, and she was unaware of them at the time. Even if it’s what someone agreed to, consent is not a one time deal, and done.

I was in the industrial area where the truck guys park up, there is a park there. I went for a walk in the park, after work, there are a few good spots in the trees where dudes meet up. It was after work and I was wearing tight jeans and work boots, and an old black hoodie. There was not much going on so I sat on a good low branch of a tree in the forest, a classic fuck tree. There was still no one around, so I looked at my phone for a bit. When I looked up there was a factory work dude a few metres from me looking at me. I love the industrial area for these after work guys. He could probably see my hard cock in my jeans, so I stroked it through the light blue denim. He came a bit closer to see properly. He stroked his cock through his black jeans. I stood up and unzipped, flopped out my cock and stroked it. He walked over and stroked my cock. He dropped his jeans we stroked for a bit until he was hard. I turned around and rubbed his cock on my hole. He did not back away, so I grabbed some lube and lubed my ass. And rubbed his cock up and down my crack. We played for a bit, but he blew his load on my ass crack and we split up. Since it was so quiet, I was just gonna head home with my sticky jeans. I walked past a parked car, with another dude in it. I walked slowly, and walked into some bushes along a trail, and I went behind some trees. I waited for a while, I unzipped and stroked my still hard cock. The dude from the car walked up the trail and paused looking around. It was getting quite dark, so he probably needed a moment to see I was stroking. He rubbed his crotch and walked up to me. He was wearing a black truck suit. There are some sports clubs near by, on the other side of the park. He pulled his trackies down and he was soft. He unzipped his jacket and played with his dick, he got hard fairly fast. I pulled my jeans down and in a moment he was feeling my ass crack, which was wet with the other dudes cum. He pulled me around and rubbed his cock in my crack. I grabbed some more lube and lubed him up, he pushed in right away. He was hard as. I could tell he was the kind of guy who was just on his way home after sports practice and he just wanted to nut n go. Which is hot. I bent over and leaned on a tree, so he could go hard. He fucked me gradually picking up speed. I reached back and held his ass with one hand, holding him close, so he would not pull out when he blew. He got the message and he blew his load in a couple of minutes, deep inside. He held it in for 30 seconds, and I could feel him pulsating. He slid out and tidied up, I pulled my jeans up and we split up. I waked back towards my truck and stopped to take a piss at the toilet block near the sports field. It’s old and has no lighting, it was nearly totally dark now. I walked past some tradie guys work van and I went into the toilet. I walked into the cubicle and did not close the door. I started to take a piss and I hear another guy walk in. He went past and waked to the urinal, he pretended to take a piss and walked back, pausing as he walked past my cubicle, I had my hard cock out, stroking. He watched for a bit, I motioned him in. It was the tradie guy from the van. He had a dirty orange high vis work shirt, boots and footy shorts. He pulled down his shorts and stroked his cock, he was already hard. He was freeballing like me. I pulled my jeans down and he turned his ass against my cock, he rubbed some spit on his hole and I put my cock head against his hole and pushed my head in. I love the way he just wanted some cock in his ass. I pushed my cock head in and out a bit, and it was a bit rough, which was hot, I felt dirty, I grabbed some lube pulled out, lubed up and pushed back in.I love dirty after work guys. I reached around and lubed his cock, so I could stroke him and fuck him at the same time. I pushed him into the corner of the cubicle, and we went at it fast and rough. After a minute or two, he wanted to change places, so he grabbed me and pushed me, to bend over, in the corner, he stuck his cock in my ass which was already pre stretched and lubed with track suit guys cum. Tradie guy went hard at it, humping my ass for a couple minutes, and then he got me to change places again. After a minute or two more, we both needed to blow, and we rubbed our cocks together, then jacked off, blowing our cum on each other's cocks. He pulled up his shorts, washed his hands and left. It was dinner time, I washed my hands, I went to a burger place to get something to eat in my truck on the way home. —-- So that was a good night for a quiet after work walk. I load in my ass and two loads in my jeans.

OK. I'm a dark-skinned, muscular top I'm willing to say it; I love calling a man's ass a pussy in bed. It drives me crazy when I play with masculine, muscle guys who think of their ass like a pussy. I know there are guys who absolutely hate it and consider it a turn off. But I love it. Are their muscled, masucline bottoms who are into the same thing? I can't be the only top who is into this as I know there are bottoms out there who love it. I met up with a bodybuilder who took his "pussy" fantasy to the extreme and loved wearing women's panties to the gym. No he wasn't into lingerie or was a cross dresser, he just loved having his ass treated like it was a cunt. It was the hottest thing. He used to love going into the steam room at the gym and I say, "Eat my pussy!" I would snack on his hole for a good hour then breed it like I was a junkyard dog in heat. Are there bottoms into this? Are there tops who find this equally hot? Let me know.