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The neon lights of the city blurred past the grimy windows of Big Joe's taxi as he cruised the late-night streets. At 400 pounds, Joe dominated the driver's seat, his massive hairy frame spilling over the edges, sweat staining his threadbare shirt. His gut hung heavy over his belt, and thick black hair covered his arms, chest, and legs like a wild pelt. He scratched at his crotch absentmindedly, feeling the weight of his enormous cock straining against his pants—ten inches soft, twice as thick as most men's wrists, unwashed for days, carrying the sharp tang of old cum and sweat. Poz for years, he didn't give a fuck about protection; raw was the only way he rode. It was past midnight when he spotted the tiny kid stumbling out of a dive bar on the corner. The boy looked barely legal, maybe 18, all of five feet tall and skinny as a rail, his slim body swaying from booze. Paralysis from some accident years back left his legs useless below the knees, but he managed with crutches that now clattered to the sidewalk as he waved weakly for a cab. Joe pulled over, eyeing the fresh meat through the rearview. 'Where to, kid?' he grunted as the boy hauled himself into the back seat, collapsing with a sigh. 'Take me to... uh, Elm Street,' the kid slurred, his voice high and boyish. He was cute—smooth skin, messy blond hair, wearing tight jeans that hugged his narrow hips and a loose tee that showed off his flat chest. Joe nodded, starting the meter, but kept glancing back. The kid's head lolled against the window, eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. 'Hey, you good back there?' Joe asked, but got no response. By the time they hit the first red light, the boy was out cold, mouth slack, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Joe's cock twitched hard in his pants. This was too perfect. No one around, no cameras in this old rustbucket cab. He licked his lips, tasting the stale beer on his breath, and made a decision. Instead of heading to Elm Street, he veered toward his rundown apartment on the edge of town—a filthy one-bedroom in a crumbling building where the walls reeked of mold and his own musk. The drive took twenty minutes, the kid snoring softly the whole way. Joe parked in the alley behind the building, killed the engine, and lumbered out. He yanked open the back door, scooping the limp body up like a ragdoll. The boy's crutches stayed behind; no need for them now. Inside, Joe's place was a pigsty. Empty pizza boxes piled on the floor, clothes strewn everywhere, the air thick with the stench of unwashed sheets and body odor. He kicked the door shut and carried the kid to his king-sized bed, the mattress sagging under his weight even before he dumped the boy onto it. The kid didn't stir, dead to the world from the alcohol. Joe stripped off his shirt, revealing his hairy belly and chest matted with sweat-soaked fur. He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop. His massive cock flopped out, already half-hard, the foreskin peeled back to show a grimy head smeared with old smegma. Veins bulged along its length, and his heavy balls hung low, fuzzy with hair. Joe climbed onto the bed carefully, the frame creaking under his bulk. He positioned the boy's body face-down, peeling off the tight jeans with rough hands. The kid's ass was small and pale, cheeks firm but untouched. Joe spread them apart, spitting a thick glob of saliva onto the tight pink hole. No lube needed; he was going in raw, just like always. His cock throbbed as he lined up, the fat head pressing against the entrance. 'Easy now,' he muttered to himself, not wanting to wake the little fucker. He pushed forward slowly, the ring of muscle resisting at first, then giving way with a pop. Inch by inch, he sank in, the boy's unconscious body yielding without a fight. The heat inside was incredible—tight, virgin ass gripping his dirty shaft like a vice. Joe groaned low, holding still to let it adjust, then began to thrust gently. His hairy gut slapped softly against the boy's back as he rocked, careful to keep the rhythm steady and quiet. The kid's face stayed buried in the pillow, drool pooling from his open mouth. Joe reached around, fumbling with the boy's shirt until he yanked it off, exposing smooth skin. He mauled the small chest with one meaty hand, pinching nipples while his other hand steadied the hip. Deeper he went, bottoming out until his balls rested against the boy's taint. Sweat dripped from Joe's brow as he fucked, the bed barely moving under his controlled pace. His cock pistoned in and out, dragging along the walls, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the filthy head. He could feel the poz precum leaking already, coating the insides, marking this tiny hole for life. 'That's it, take Daddy's load,' he whispered, though the boy couldn't hear. Minutes stretched into a haze of pleasure; Joe's breaths came heavier, his thrusts picking up just a hair faster. Finally, he buried deep and unloaded, ropes of thick cum flooding the ass, spilling out around his shaft as he ground in place. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed ooze from the puffy hole, mixing with a hint of blood from the rough entry. The boy twitched faintly but didn't wake. Joe wasn't done. He flipped the limp body over, spreading the skinny legs wide. The kid's own cock was small and soft, nestled in a light patch of pubes. Joe ignored it, spitting again on the used hole before sliding back in. This time face-to-face, he could watch the boy's slack expression as he fucked missionary-style, his massive frame dwarfing the tiny one. He leaned down, hairy chest rubbing against smooth skin, and sucked on the boy's neck, leaving wet marks. His hips rolled gently, cock churning the cum inside into a frothy mess. The second round lasted longer, Joe's stamina endless from years of this shit. He sucked on the boy's tits, biting lightly on the nipples, while his hand wrapped around the small cock, jerking it absently. It hardened a bit in his grip, but the kid stayed out. Joe growled, thrusting harder but still quiet, the wet squelch of ass and cum filling the room. When he came again, it was with a muffled grunt, pumping more poz seed deep, overflowing and trickling down the crack. By now, the clock read 3 AM. Joe took a break, lumbering to the kitchen for a beer, his cock swinging heavy and slick between his thighs. He chugged it down, then returned, wiping the excess cum from the boy's ass with a dirty rag before positioning him on all fours—well, propping the upper body up since the legs flopped uselessly. Joe mounted from behind again, this time gripping the slim waist with both hands. He fucked slow and deep, savoring the looseness now, the way the hole sucked him in. His balls slapped lightly against the boy's, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Sweat poured off him, matting his body hair, dripping onto the pale back. He used the boy like that for the third time, varying angles to hit different spots, whispering filthy encouragements to the unconscious form. 'You love this big dick, don't ya? Begging for it in your sleep.' Cum number three joined the rest, a massive load that made the boy's belly swell slightly from the volume. Joe eased out, plugging the hole with his thick fingers to keep it all in, then rolled the kid onto his side for the fourth go. Spooning the tiny body, Joe lifted one leg and slid in easily, the ass now a sloppy, cum-filled sleeve. He thrust lazily, one arm draped over the boy, hand playing with the soft cock and balls. The room stank of sex—sweat, cum, and ass. Joe's beard scratched the boy's shoulder as he nuzzled in, biting the earlobe gently. This round was intimate, almost tender in its violation, his huge cock stretching the hole wide with each push. He came quietly, flooding it once more, then stayed buried inside, dozing lightly with the boy impaled. Dawn crept in through the cracked blinds, pink light filtering over the mess of bodies. Joe stirred first, his cock still semi-hard in the wrecked ass. He pumped a few lazy times, feeling the familiar build, and added a fifth load before pulling out. Cum gushed out in a river, soaking the sheets. The boy groaned then, eyes fluttering open, confusion hitting him like a truck. 'Wha... where... fuck, my ass!' The kid tried to sit up, wincing at the burn, his paralyzed legs unresponsive as he flailed. Panic set in as he felt the slick mess between his cheeks, the ache deep inside. 'What the hell happened? Did you... oh God, no!' Joe sat up slowly, his hairy bulk looming over the tiny frame. He grinned, yellow teeth flashing, and placed a heavy hand on the boy's chest, pinning him down. 'Whoa, easy there, kid. You passed out in my cab, mumbling all sorts of shit. Begging for a ride home, saying you needed this big ol' cock up your ass.' The boy shook his head, tears welling. 'No, I didn't! I was drunk, I just wanted to go home! Get off me, you fat fuck!' Joe's grip tightened, his other hand stroking the boy's thigh possessively. 'Nah, you were all over it. Kept grinding back in your sleep, moaning like a little slut. 'Fuck me, Daddy, give it to me raw.' I tried to wake you, but you just pulled me closer. Look at you—hard as a rock half the night.' He nodded at the boy's cock, which betrayed him with a twitch despite the fear. 'Liar! I don't even... I'm not gay, I swear! Let me go, I'll call the cops!' Joe laughed, a deep rumble, and leaned in close, his breath hot and rank. 'Cops? Kid, you climbed in my cab, passed out, and I brought you here to keep you safe. You wanted this—begged for it. Feel that cum in you? That's what you asked for, multiple times. I ain't taking no for an answer now that you're awake. You're mine till I say otherwise.' He grabbed the boy's wrists, pinning them above his head with one massive paw, while his free hand probed the sloppy hole, pushing cum back in. The boy whimpered, struggling futilely against the giant's strength. 'Please... no...' But Joe was already hard again, his dirty cock rising like a monster. He flipped the boy onto his stomach, spreading the legs wide. 'Shh, just like you begged. Take it raw, boy.' He thrust in without mercy this time, the cum easing the way as he started pounding, the bed shaking. The kid cried out, but Joe covered his mouth, fucking deep and hard, whispering lies in his ear. 'That's it, beg for more. You love Daddy's poz load.' And as the sun rose higher, Joe claimed him fully awake, breaking any resistance with relentless cock, ensuring the infection took hold while the boy sobbed beneath his hairy weight.

Part 1 It all started at the nightclub The bass was a physical force, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated up from the soles of their feet and into their chests. Inside the packed club, the air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled drinks. Strobe lights sliced through the darkness, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. Jake stands at 5’11’’, brown hair, boyish food looks. Clean shaven. Average build. He’s wearing tight jeans and a sweat soaked black tank top. At 42, Jake moved with a comfortable confidence, his arm often finding its way around the waist of his partner, Chad. At 21, Chad was a vision of youthful energy. His lean, sweaty and hairless torso glistened under the lights, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every few minutes, his blue eyes would find Jake's, a silent, loving check-in in the chaotic environment. They were with another couple, longtime friends of Jake's. Asha, a sexy Arabic man, was impossible to miss. At 47, he was a towering, muscular presence with a thick, dark beard and a body covered in a dense mat of hair that was visible even in the dim light. His partner Andrew was a man of similar age, moved with a quieter grace beside him. It was the first time Chad and Asha had met, and an immediate, electric current sparked between them. It wasn't anything overt, just a series of lingering glances across the dance floor. When they found themselves near each other, Asha's hands would "accidentally" brush against Chad's side, and Chad would lean into the touch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. The flirting was a secret language spoken only between them, hidden in the chaos of the club. During a break, Chad slipped away to the restroom. The line was long, but a muscular, tattooed guy with dilated pupils and a wide grin leaned in close. “You’re fucking adorable. First time?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before pressing 2 small pills into Chad's palm. "For a better time." Chad didn't hesitate. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water. He found Asha near the bar and, under the guise of pointing something out, pressed the pill into his hand. Asha's fingers closed around it, his dark eyes meeting Chad's with a flash of understanding and raw hunger. Asha popped it into his mouth without a second thought, swallowing it dry. The next hour was a blur. The music seemed to melt into a single, continuous wave of euphoria. Chad felt a profound connection to everyone, to the music, to the lights. He danced with Jake, but his eyes kept finding Asha, who was now moving with an uninhibited, primal energy, his body a force of nature on the dance floor. Finally, the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. The spell was broken. The four men, sweaty and exhausted, piled into a taxi back to the hotel. In the quiet of the car, the energy shifted. Chad rested his head on Jake's shoulder, the secret of the pill and the stolen glances with Asha buzzing under his skin. The hotel suite was cool and quiet after the club's sensory overload. It had two bedrooms, linked by a single, large master bathroom. Jake and Chad headed for one room, Asha and his partner for the other. Doors closed, and the suite fell silent. Jake was already half-asleep, but Chad was wide awake, the ecstasy still humming through his veins. He needed to piss. He slipped out of bed, padding silently across the carpet and pushing open the door to the shared bathroom. The light was on. Asha was there, standing in front of the toilet, his muscular frame tense. He was fully naked, his hairy body on display. He seemed to be struggling, his brow furrowed in concentration. A common, frustrating side effect of ecstasy. Chad didn't say a word. He walked by the sink, catching Asha's gaze in the mirror. A slow, confident smile spread across Chad's face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his lean legs. His cock, soft and perfect, sprang free. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head, and aimed at the toilet right next to Asha. Asha watched, transfixed, his own forgotten frustration melting away. Chad let out a soft sigh of relief as a long, powerful stream of piss shot from him, hitting the water with a loud, satisfying hiss. He held Asha's gaze the entire time, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. He was pleased with himself, with the effect he was having on this powerful, older man. As his stream began to slow, Chad's free hand moved. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around Asha's thick, hairy cock. It was already hardening in his grasp, hot and heavy. Asha let out a low groan, his head falling back. Chad shook off the last drops, then turned to face Asha fully. There was no need for words. The secret flirting, the shared pill, the charged silence in the bathroom—it all led here. Chad sank to his knees, his blue eyes looking up at Asha's bearded face. He took the thick cock into his mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. Asha's hands tangled in Chad's brown hair, his hips thrusting forward gently. The blowjob was wet and hungry, but it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, Asha pulled Chad to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the cool marble of the bathroom counter. He spat into his hand and worked the saliva into Chad's tight, hairless hole. Chad pushed back, eager for it. Asha positioned himself behind him, the thick head of his cock pressing against Chad's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a deep guttural moan escaping his lips as he sank into the younger man's heat. Chad bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hands braced against the counter. The sex was quiet but fierce. A frantic, desperate coupling. Asha's hips pistoned, driving his bare cock deep into Chad's ass. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the low, muffled groans they tried to suppress. Asha's hairy chest pressed against Chad's smooth back, his beard scratching at Chad's neck. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. Chad could feel his own orgasm building, his cock trapped between his body and the counter. Asha reached around, his rough hand wrapping around Chad's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it baby, let go. Cum for me”. That was all it took. Chad's body tensed, and he came hard, his cum spilling onto the marble floor and cabinet doors below. The clenching of Chad's ass pushed Asha over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside Chad, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Asha pulled out. They cleaned themselves up in silence, the air thick with what they'd just done. Not a word was spoken. Chad slipped back into his bedroom. Jake was still sound asleep. Chad slid into bed, his body thrumming with a post-sex, post-ecstasy glow. He could feel Asha's cum leaking out of him, a warm, sticky reminder of the secret encounter in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, the image of Asha's powerful, hairy body burned into his mind, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Stay tuned for part 2.

Vince was 18 when a new neighbor moved into the house next door to his parents. He was a single man in his late thirties. Vince thought it was strange that a man would live alone in such a big house. Rick came to introduce himself to his new neighbors and said that he had just gotten divorced and had bought the house, that it would be his new home, and that they wouldn't have to worry about him causing any trouble. Because his job would keep him on the road a lot. He asked Vince if he was interested in earning some pocket money by keeping his garden tidy. Vince, who was saving up to buy a moped, was naturally enthusiastic and said yes. So Vince began his weekly task of mowing the lawn in his neighbor's garden. Vince went to the neighbor's house, opened the garden shed, took out the lawnmower, mowed the grass, removed the leaves from the pool, put everything back, and went home. But after a few weeks, Vince was curious about what Rick's house actually looked like inside, and when he looked through the windows, he saw that the living room was actually very tidy for a man living alone. The kitchen was also very clean, but when he wanted to look into the bedroom, he was shocked by what he saw. Not only was there a bed in the bedroom, but also an iron frame with a leather cloth hanging from iron cables. Vince was immediately intrigued by what he saw. Vince was in his own phase of discovery and experimentation, and he had already seen a few porn movies and had a good idea what this was for. He looked around and saw that a cupboard was open. He couldn't see it clearly, but he was sure he had seen different types of dildos. With a lot of questions and a pair of pants full of excitement, Vince went home. The weeks went by and Rick was home occasionally, but there was never much activity to be seen. But one summer evening, when Vince went to bed, his window was still open and he heard noises in Rick's garden. Vince got out of bed and, without turning on his light, looked through his window into Rick's garden to see what was going on outside. Vince's room was on the first floor and looked straight into Rick's garden. Although the bushes were quite high, because his room was on the first floor, he could still see into the garden. Vince looked outside and was shocked by what he saw. He saw Rick coming out of the pool naked and pushing another person with his hands tied behind his back onto his knees, pushing his dick into his mouth and starting to throat fuck him. Vince was shocked for a moment. Although he had watched porn before, he had never seen sex in real life or done anything with anyone himself. But it wasn't the blowjob that shocked him, it was the fact that Rick was getting a blowjob from another man, a young guy actually. This was something he hadn't seen coming at all. Rick looked very masculine. You might think he could have come straight from a farm. Rick was tall, rugged, with black hair and a beard, and Vince thought he was muscular because he had broad arms, but now that he had seen him naked, he was completely sure of it. Rick was muscular in a way, had thick muscular arms, a muscular chest, and also had a slight six-pack, and from what he could see, he was also hairy. Although Vince wasn't gay, he was intrigued by what was happening in Rick's garden and kept watching. He saw Rick continue to get sucked off and then pull the young guy back up, push him onto all fours, position himself behind him, and ram his cock into his ass. When he heard the young guy moan, Vince was completely shocked and ran to his bed, trying to forget the image that was burned into his retina. But he couldn't, and without wanting to, Vince kept getting excited when he thought about it. The days and weeks passed, and Vince continued to dutifully perform his tasks, and every month Rick brought him a nicely filled envelope with his name on it. But since what he had seen that night in Rick's garden, Vince could no longer act completely normal. Every time he saw Rick, he didn't know how to behave. On the one hand, he felt a kind of aversion to what he had seen, because his conservative upbringing did not approve of this kind of behavior and lifestyle, and on the other hand, he also felt that it excited him. So every time he saw Rick, he started to blush and found it difficult to speak. The weeks passed again and Vince left his window open until winter, hoping that when Rick was home, he would hear something in the garden and be able to watch again. It wasn't until the following spring, just after he turned 18, on a warm evening, that he heard something again. Once more, he went to look and once more he saw Rick first fucking a young guy in the throat and then fucking him. This time, Vince was no longer shocked, on the contrary. Unconsciously, he was jerking off and became extremely aroused by what he saw. But Vince had been a little too careless; he had left his bedroom door open and hadn't noticed that there was a light on in the hallway, which meant that you could see him standing at his window from outside. It was only after he had cum and crawled back into bed that he began to realize his mistake and hoped that Rick hadn't seen him peeping at him. It was also that week that Rick came back with his envelope. They already knew each other quite well by then, and Vince's father had invited him in for a drink. When Vince entered the kitchen and saw Rick sitting there, he felt the tension rising. Had he seen him or not? But Rick didn't budge or show any reaction, and Vince thought he was safe. Vince was also good at controlling his emotions by then and didn't show any reaction himself. But that week, Vince heard noises coming from Rick's garden again and looked through the window once more. Vince could no longer deny that he was aroused by what he saw. At first, he was confused and wondered what was wrong with him. Why did he want to watch another man fuck a man? Why did it turn him on? One evening, when Vince was home alone and looking for porn, he unknowingly ended up on a bi site, and before he knew it, he was watching bi/gay porn and jerking off. The weeks passed again, and when Rick was away for a few weeks, Vince went to maintain the garden and the pool. He mowed the lawn, and when he wanted to remove the leaves from the pool, he saw a pair of boxer shorts lying on one of the sun loungers. Vince hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't resist and went over to the boxer shorts, picked them up, and smelled the place where Rick's cock must have been. The smell of Rick's cock was still there, and he felt his own cock start to swell in his pants. He closed his eyes and put his hand in his own pants. The moment he felt his own hard cock, he realized what he was doing and dropped the boxer shorts, quickly removed the leaves from the pool, cleaned everything up, and went home. A few weeks later, Rick came home, and that first night, Vince heard noises coming from Rick's garden again. This time, Vince wanted to take a closer look. He had found a good spot in his own garden where he could see through the bush into Rick's garden, and he crept downstairs. No one at home had heard him, and he crept as quietly as possible through the garden to the spot he had chosen. There he looked through the bush and saw up close how Rick was fucking another young guy hard. He heard the young guy moaning. R: Dirty slut. I'm going to ram your pussy open. R: Yes, moan, you good little slut. I'm not done with your cunt yet. When you come out here, your cunt will be loaded with my cum and DNA. The horny words turned Vince on completely and he couldn't control himself and had to satisfy himself. He dropped his pants and hit a branch, rustling some leaves. Vince was afraid for a moment that Rick would have heard him, but he saw no reaction from either Rick or the young guest, and Vince breathed a sigh of relief. He started to masturbate, and it didn't take long before he sprayed his load against the bush. He also heard Rick say at that moment that they were going inside, because Rick wanted to fuck him in his sling. That was the signal for Vince to go inside too. But he saw the light in the bedroom come on and he had a good view of where he was standing in Rick's bedroom and he could see how the guy lay down in the sling, how Rick started licking the guy's pussy and how he took something out of a bag and stuck it in the guy's pussy. Suddenly, Vince heard the back door open and his mother call out in a frightened voice to see if anyone was in the garden. Vince called back that it was him and that he had also heard something in the garden and had come to check. He immediately walked back to the back door and said that it must have been an animal or something he had heard. His mother closed the door and told him to go back to bed. Vince couldn't get back to his room fast enough, and when he was in bed, he began to fantasize about what he had just seen. Weeks passed again, and the following summer, on July 4th, his parents went on a romantic long weekend and Vince stayed home alone. That happened quite often , but now that he was 19, he was allowed to stay home alone. It was a super hot weekend, and Rick came back that Saturday with the stuffed envelope for Vince. Vince opened the door and invited Rick in as usual. R: Where are your parents? V: They're on a romantic weekend, they're away for four days. Rick had to laugh. R: And you weren't invited. Vince had to laugh now. V: No, I shouldn't be there. Let them enjoy each other's company without anyone snooping around. R: You're absolutely right. You're old enough to take care of yourself. R: And that way your girlfriend can come over too. V: Um, I don't have a girlfriend yet. R: Oh, okay, sorry, I thought a potent guy like you would have a sweetheart on every finger. Vince blushed. R: Don't be embarrassed, buddy. When I was your age, I had a different girl to play with every week. They chatted some more, and when Rick was leaving, he said that it was going to be very hot this weekend and that if Vince felt like it, he should come over for a refreshing dip in the pool. Vince felt himself getting warm inside and nodded. V: Maybe I'll come by this afternoon. R: Definitely do that, I'll be home all day and I'll be alone. So you're definitely welcome. Vince had no idea what to do. Should he accept Rick's offer? But would he be able to control himself when he saw Rick up close in his swim shorts? He was completely confused. What was wrong with him, why did he always feel so excited when he saw Rick? In the early evening, when the heat of the day had passed, Vince took the plunge, put on his swimming trunks, grabbed a towel, and slipped on his flip-flops. He went to Rick's house and rang the doorbell for the first time. Rick opened the door. R: You could have come around the back, you know the way. V: Yes, I thought it would be a bit strange to do that when you were home. R: Come in. I was actually expecting you much earlier. V: Yes, I rested for a while first and didn't want to go swimming in the full sun. Rick laughed. They walked through the hallway, then through the kitchen, and ended up at the pool. R: Put your towel on a deck chair and jump in. I'll quickly get something to drink. Vince put his towel on the chair and jumped into the water. It felt really nice to be in the cool pool. Vince saw Rick coming back with a tray filled with two glasses and homemade lemonade. Rick had put on his Speedo, and his big, muscular cock stood out nicely in the tight swimsuit. Vince had a hard time not drooling when he saw Rick in front of him. All kinds of fantasies came to mind. R: Come and have a drink, because it's thirsty weather. Vince got out of the pool, took a cool glass of lemonade, and drank it in one gulp. It was a little bitter because of the lemon juice, but it tasted delicious. Rick lay down on a deck chair and Vince lay down next to him. They started talking and then jumped back into the pool. Vince felt a little light-headed and went back to lie down on the deck chair. R: Everything okay, Vince? V: Yes, just a little light-headed from the heat. R: Okay then. Vince stayed for an hour and then decided to go home. R: Feel free to come back tomorrow, I'll be home all day. V: I will. R: If you want, you're welcome to stay for dinner so we don't both have to eat alone. V: Yes, that's fine. I'll be there around 5 p.m. R: I'll have the aperitif ready. Just come around the back, okay? When Vince got home, he couldn't control himself. He had gotten so horny from seeing Rick up close and seeing how big and fat his cock was in his Speedo that he started jerking off as soon as the door was closed. It didn't take long before he sprayed the floor with his virgin cum. Vince was still light-headed and lay down on his bed, and before he knew it, he fell asleep. The next morning when he woke up, he felt a bit lousy and sat in the chair, feeling groggy. By noon, he had recovered somewhat. He took a shower, ate something, and then he was back to his old self. Because Rick had acted completely normal yesterday, Vince was sure that Rick hadn't seen him peeping and he felt more at ease. By 5 p.m., Vince had grabbed his swim trunks and a fresh towel and headed back to Rick's. This time, he went around the back, and Rick was already waiting by the pool. The tray was ready, and there was a freshly filled jug of lemonade. Rick's glass was already full, and Vince sat down at the table next to Rick. R: Everything okay, kid? V: Yeah, I think I must have been suffering from the heat yesterday. R: Didn't drink enough, then. V: Yeah, maybe. R: Here, have a glass of lemonade so you don't get sick again. Rick poured a glass and gave it to Vince, who drank it in one gulp again. This lemonade was even slightly more bitter than the last one, but it still tasted very good in this hot weather. Q: Can I put on my swimsuit somewhere here? A: Yes, go inside. The bathroom is on the left, you can put them on there. Vince went to the bathroom and when he entered, he saw an enema lying there and he also saw a dildo on a chair. He felt himself blushing and getting excited, so he quickly put on his shorts and went back outside. R: Ah, I see you found it. V: Yes, I did. Vince jumped into the water immediately so that Rick wouldn't see that his cock was getting hard and that he was blushing. Vince swam for fifteen minutes and then got out of the water. Again, he felt a little dizzy. V: Now I have this again. R: What again? V: Well, that I'm feeling a little dizzy. R: Here, have something to drink. Vince took the glass and drank the lemonade. R: Why don't you lie down on the lounger, maybe it will pass. Vince took his glass and lay down in the shade on the bed. It was a raised bed, so when you stood next to it, it came up to your thigh. He drank his glass empty and lay down on his stomach. R: Are you okay, buddy? V: I'm feeling a little better, yes. It wasn't better at all. Vince was getting lighter in the head and, for some reason, he was also getting hornier. That's why he had laid down on his stomach, so Rick wouldn't see that he had a hard-on in his swim trunks. But Rick was about to make things even worse for Vince. R: Shall I rub sunscreen on your back so you don't get burned? V: Uh, no need, I'm lying in the shade anyway. R: No buts, you'd better protect yourself. Vince didn't dare say no and nodded. He watched as Rick took the sunscreen and came towards him. He was startled when he felt the cold cream on his skin and was startled again when he felt Rick's firm hands rubbing the cream in. Vince's head was now spinning, and Rick's warm, firm hands made him relax completely and got him all excited. Without realizing it, he let out a slight moan. R: Is something wrong? V: No, sorry. This just feels really good. Vince was startled by his choice of words and heard Rick chuckle. R: Enjoy it, boy. I'll teach you how to massage, then you can use it on your next conquest. Vince began to sink deeper and felt Rick's firm hands move over his entire body. Rick first massaged his shoulders and then his upper back. He moved further down to his lower back and noticed that Vince was relaxing more and more and surrendering to his hands. Rick slid his hands over Vince's buttocks and now took care of Vince's legs. Then he slid his hands between Vince's legs and massaged from his feet to his crotch. There Rick felt Vince's swollen cock. But Vince was already too far gone to be shocked or say anything about it. He was completely immersed in his own world. The G in the lemonade was clearly working well, and Rick slid his hands further and further up Vince's crotch, so he could feel Vince's cock better and better. Then he slid over Vince's ass one last time. R: Was that nice, boy? V: Fuck yeah. That was blissful. R: Turn around, then, so I can take care of your front too. Vince knew he had a problem and had no choice but to turn around. As he turned, he tried to position his cock as discreetly as possible so it wouldn't be noticeable, but it was still clear that he had an erection. But Rick said nothing, and Vince closed his eyes. He felt the cold cream on his body again, followed by Rick's firm hands. First it was his chest's turn. Vince sank back again and enjoyed the touch, and all his fear and worries about his hard cock disappeared. Rick slid his hands over Vince's chest and stomach and then rubbed cream into Vince's arms and hands. Then he took care of Vince's legs and stood bent over a little, letting his cock, tucked away in his Speedo, stroke Vince's hand. So Vince could feel his swollen cock. Rick saw that Vince was having a hard time controlling himself and he saw Vince bite his lip lightly. Rick slid his hands over his legs again and gently stroked Vince's stiff cock. Vince struggled to control himself and bumped Rick's stiff cock with his hand, startling him. Vince opened his eyes and wanted to apologize. V: Sorry Rick looked at him longingly. R: You don't have to say sorry, buddy, I know you want this. Vince couldn't say anything. He looked at Rick in surprise. Rick now slid his hands over Vince's boxer shorts and felt his stiff cock. R: This little guy is really enjoying himself here. Vince was completely overwhelmed and didn't know what to do. Rick carefully grabbed Vince's shorts and gently pulled them down. Vince's stiff cock appeared, Vince felt his heart start to pound in his chest and he looked at Rick with fear and shame. Rick slid his hand over Vince's stiff cock and saw that pre-cum was already running from Vince's glans. V: I don't know if I want this. R: Don't be afraid, boy, just surrender completely to your feelings. You won't regret it. Let your true nature come out. Rick moved his mouth to Vince's cock and licked the glans. V: Oh fuck, oh fuck. Vince felt the warm lips kissing his glans and the tongue licking the precum from his glans. He put his hands on Rick's head to push him away, but it was too late. Rick had opened his mouth and taken the stiff cock completely into his mouth. Vince let out a huge sigh of pleasure and now surrendered completely to this heavenly feeling. V: Holy shit. Oh my god. Hmmmmmmm Rick licked and sucked Vince's cock gently, because he didn't want him to cum right away; he had more plans for this virgin. Rick let the stiff cock slip out of his mouth and moved his mouth upward, kissing Vince's lips, who was still in ecstasy with his eyes closed. Feeling Rick's lips on his own triggered an intense reaction in Vince, and without realizing it, he kissed Rick back. R: Are you ready to discover your true nature, boy, and experience what you've been longing for for so long? How did he know he fantasized about this? Vince looked at him in surprise. R: I've seen you watching a few times when I fuck a guy here. So I know you long for this. R: Because I think you jerk off every time you watch, imagining that it's you being fucked. Isn't that right? Vince felt himself sinking through the bed. So he knew all along and never let on. Rick saw the fear and shame in Vince's eyes. V: I Rick put his finger on Vince's mouth R: Shhhhhhhhhh, you shouldn't be ashamed. I'll help you reveal your true nature. Vince nodded cautiously. V: I'm afraid R: There's no need to be. I'll help you. Rick lay down on the bed and lay on top of Vince and started kissing him. Vince cautiously opened his mouth and felt Rick's tongue enter his mouth. At that moment, a heavenly feeling and desire arose in Vince, and now he pushed his tongue into Rick's mouth and they started kissing. Rick took Vince's hands and let him feel his hard cock. R: Hold it tight. You don't have to be afraid. Vince's desire for Rick's cock was answered, and for the first time, he felt Rick's cock, which he had secretly peeked at so many times. Vince felt the fear and shock gradually disappear from his body and the horniness take over. Rick started licking Vince's neck and then took care of his nipples. Meanwhile, he pulled Vince's shorts off completely and then sat up straight. He took Vince's hands again and let him caress his chest, then guided him to his Speedo. He pulled his Speedo open and pushed Vince's hand into it. Vince carefully grabbed Rick's cock and pulled it out of the Speedo. Vince stared wide- eyed at Rick's big, fleshy cock. R: Pull it, you're doing well. Vince gently stroked Rick's large cock and felt his desire for Rick's cock growing stronger and stronger. Rick saw that. R: Do you want to taste it, boy? Do you want your first cock in your mouth? Vince nodded cautiously. Rick grabbed Vince and turned around so that Rick was lying on his back and Vince was now sitting on top. Now that Vince was sitting upright for the first time, he felt the effect of the G-force rushing through his body even more. R: Take off my speedo. He carefully pulled off the speedo and looked lustfully at Rick's big fat cock. Rick sat up for a moment and kissed Vince. R: Now take it in your mouth. I know you want it. You won't regret it. It will solve a lot of problems for you once you've tasted a cock. Rick gently pulled Vince down and guided his head to his cock, holding Vince's head firmly. R: Open your mouth, boy, and let my cock slide into your mouth. Vince opened his mouth and the smell of Rick's cock shot into Vince's nose. It only turned him on even more and Vince surrendered completely. His lips found Rick's cock and he sucked it into his mouth. Once again, Vince's desire was fulfilled and he let out a sigh of relief. Feeling a cock in his mouth was blissful, and even though this was his first time, he subconsciously knew what to do with that cock in his mouth. R: Hmmmm, yes, you're a natural, boy. Fuck, are you sure this is your first time? Hmmmmm, fuck yes. Rick let the boy enjoy his first cock in his mouth for a moment, then pulled him back to him and kissed him again. Now they made love for about ten minutes, their hands moving back and forth over each other. R: Fuck, boy, you make me so fucking horny. Hmmm. Are you ready to go further and let your true nature blossom completely? Vince nodded again. R: You know, boy, I only use sluts. Do you want to be my slut, boy? Vince was far too horny and completely enchanted by Rick, and without knowing what he was agreeing to, Vince nodded. R: That means you have to do everything I say, that I can have complete control over you, and know that once I start fucking you, I won't stop and I won't show any mercy. Vince nodded in agreement but didn't hear everything Rick said because he was completely out of it and all he wanted was to feel Rick's strong hands on his body and suck that delicious cock some more. Rick grinned and kissed Vince, then stood up and pulled Vince up too, who was now beginning to feel the full force of the G and was spinning on his legs. R: Is something wrong? Are you having second thoughts? V: No, that's not it, I'm just feeling very light-headed. R: Give me your hand, I'll help you. It'll pass soon. Vince gave Rick his hand and felt the support he gave him. He followed Rick and they went to the bathroom. Vince had no idea what they were going to do. He looked at the dildo on the chair and saw that Rick was looking too. R: You must have seen this lying there just now. I had put it there especially for you, hoping you would see it if you needed to change. R: Did it turn you on, boy? Vince nodded. R: Would you like to feel it in your ass later? Vince looked a little shy and embarrassed. R: You don't have to be ashamed of your feelings, boy. Once I've let you blossom into the slut you really are, you won't be ashamed of what you desire anymore. Still shy, Vince spoke anyway V: Yes, I would like to feel them. But I don't think I can handle it. I've never felt anything in my ass before. That was music to Rick's ears. Filling a blank slate was his favorite thing to do. R: Don't worry, boy, I'll help you, and when we're done, you won't be afraid that something can't fit in your ass anymore. Rick took Vince in his arms, kissed him, and caressed his body. R: We have to get you ready, boy. Because, like I said, I only use real sluts, and you gave me your word that I could do whatever I wanted with you, so... V: What do you want me to do for you? R: Well, first I'm going to shave your asshole and your pubic hair. I love clean-shaven sluts. Luckily, there's not much, so we won't waste much time. Rick grabbed Vince's ass and squeezed it hard. R: And then I'll teach you how to clean your ass. Because if I want to use your ass, you'll have to be clean. Vince nodded and watched as Rick took out a razor and shaving cream. He saw Rick lather him with shaving cream and then shave off the little pubic hair around his cock and balls. He did the same with his ass. Rick looked at the slut in the making, growled, grabbed his cock, and jerked it off. Vince saw the dominant, longing look in Rick's eyes and was overcome with a wave of desire. He wanted to get down on his knees and start sucking Rick's dick, but Rick pulled him up. R: Not yet, boy. You have to be clean first. Vince bit his lip and had trouble controlling himself. R: Calm down, baby, you'll get to suck this dick soon, but first you have to be clean. Come on, get in the shower. Vince got in the shower and Rick showed him how to rinse himself. Vince thought it was weird, but he did what he was asked to do. It was a bit awkward at first, but after he had done it once, he figured out how to do it. After about three times, he saw that the water coming out of his ass was clean, and Rick pulled him upright, kissed him, and held him tightly. R: Ready to be my slut, boy? V: Yes. R: Then follow me. Rick took Vince's hand again and led him to the bedroom. Vince had already peeked through the window and seen the bedroom, but now he could take a good look and was shocked by the size of the room and how many toys were in the closet. Rick went outside for a moment and came back a few seconds later with a glass of lemonade, a bag of crystals, a pipe, and some other stuff. R: Here, drink up, boy, so you don't get dehydrated. Vince took the glass and drank it empty. R: My sluts always have to do what I ask without arguing, you understand that, boy? Vince nodded. R: When we play, you have to address me with respect, and you do that by saying sir, okay? Vince nodded again. R: I only fuck my sluts raw. So you have no choice, okay? Vince nodded. R: My sluts must always be willing and high. So when we play, you'll have to use drugs too. Here too, you have no choice. Otherwise, you must leave now. Vince had never had a choice, because from the first glass of lemonade he was already under the influence of G and his ability to think rationally had been taken away from him. Otherwise, he might have refused and then the fun would have been over quickly. Vince nodded again because he wanted Rick's fat dick too much. R: Good boy. R: You'll find out how I address you and what else I expect from you, but first we have to make you willing and high. Rick showed him the pipe he was holding in his hands. R: Do you know this? V: No, sir. R: You learn quickly. Vince smiled sheepishly. R: Good, this is a pipe and these are Miss Tina crystals that go in the pipe. We melt the crystals in the pipe, then inhale the smoke, hold it in as long as possible, and then exhale it. I'll demonstrate it once and then it's up to you. Vince nodded. Rick filled the pipe with crystals, took a lighter, and began to melt the crystals. When the pipe was filled with smoke, he sucked it in, held it as long as possible, and then blew out a big white cloud. R: Get down on your knees. Vince did as Rick asked and got down on his knees. R: Now it's your turn, boy. Show me how much you want to be mine and how much you want to be a slut like the ones I usually use. It will fill your head with fire and your ass with hunger, a hunger you never knew existed. Vince had never used drugs or smoked before and awkwardly took the pipe and lighter and did exactly what Rick had shown him. He melted the crystals and when the smoke formed, he sucked it up. He felt his body getting warmer and his head getting lighter. He then blew a big cloud into the room. He wanted to give the pipe back to Rick, but Rick pushed it back into his hands. R: Blowing one cloud won't get you high and willing enough, boy. Blow a few more. Vince looked at Rick with wide eyes but did as he was asked and blew three more big clouds into the room. With every cloud he blew, he felt the fire in his head and the hunger in his ass for Rick's cock growing inside him, and after he blew his fourth cloud, he was horny as hell. He could no longer control himself and had to surrender to his urges and needs. R: Yes, that's it, boy. Let the slut and whore come out. It's always been inside you, hmmmmmmm yes Rick took the pipe from Vince's hands. R: I think we've got you high and willing enough for now. The G will kick in later, and then you'll be all set for the first part. Rick grabbed Vince and kissed him again. R: How do you feel, boy? Can you feel yourself becoming my slut? Vince was moaning and panting. V: Hmmm, yes, I feel so horny and hot, and I long to be used by you. I've never felt so horny and never been so sure of what I want as I am now. R: Hmmmmm, it's always been there, boy. You've always been a slut, Miss Tina just woke up the slut in you. R: Are you ready to surrender yourself completely to me? V: Yes, sir, use me. I surrender myself completely to you. R: Hmmmm, that's the spirit, boy. I'll make you a real proud slut and teach you all the tricks of the trade. Rick pushed Vince down. R: Put that mouth of yours to work, boy, and show me how much you want to pleasure my cock. Because I've already seen how much you crave it. Vince was on his knees and his head was spinning, and he felt an extra layer of horniness and submissiveness wash over him. He didn't know why, but it was the G that was starting to kick in. The smell of Rick's cock shot into his nose again and he couldn't control himself anymore. He put his hands on Rick's ass and eagerly sucked the cock in and started sucking it hard. R: Not so hard, boy. Start slowly and build up little by little. Enjoy it, it's about coming as quickly as possible. Vince tried to calm down a bit and now he licked and sucked Rick's cock more gently. R: Yes, that's better, slut. Treat Mr. Dick well, show him that you like him. Vince enjoyed the cock in his mouth and let the saliva run out of his mouth. R: Take it deeper into your mouth, slut. Try to get it down your throat until you can't take any more. Vince did his best and pushed it as deep as he could, until he started to feel nauseous. R: Yes, that's good, slut. Hmmm, you're making me so horny with that mouth of yours. Rick pulled Vince off his cock for a moment, spat in his face, then pushed him back onto his cock, holding Vince's head firmly and now setting the pace himself, starting to fuck Vince's mouth. After letting him suck him for a few minutes, he pulled Vince up, held him tightly, and kissed him. R: Not bad for your first time, slut. Do you like sucking cock? V: Yes, sir. It's wonderful to be able to suck your cock. V: Are you going to fuck me like those other sluts, sir? R: Which other sluts do you mean, boy? V: I've often watched through my window to see how you fuck a slut. I even stood in the garden once and watched you. R: I knew that, boy, but I'm glad you're telling me now. R: I even know that you once sniffed my boxer shorts when they were lying outside. V: Oh yes, sir. They smelled so good. But your dick smells even better. Vince's shame was completely gone because he was high and he would reveal all his secrets if Rick asked him to. R: You know how I know that, boy. R: There are cameras here, and I've been watching you on camera when you were here, and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw you sniffing my boxer shorts. R: Since then, I've been watching you, and my intention was to recruit you and make you my slut. V: Oh yes, hmmmm, thank you, sir. Thank you for making me your slut. R: You're not there yet, boy. First, I'll have to fill you up with my toxic seed. That's what you want, boy, to be filled up with my toxic load, to carry my DNA and my mark, and to become my slut. V: Hmmmmm fuck yes. I've wanted this for so long, sir. R: I can believe that, boy. You've seen me busy enough, haven't you? V: Yes, sir. Hmmm, please fuck me like those other sluts, I've been longing for it for so long. Rick grabbed Vince firmly again and kissed him again, pulled his cheeks apart and caressed Vince's virgin sphincter. R: Your pussy can't handle my cock yet, boy. We're going to have to stretch your pussy out first. Vince felt Rick's finger teasing his sphincter, and it only made his desire grow stronger. V: Loosen up my pussy, sir, I want it so badly. R: What an eager boy. R: Sir will stretch your tight hole so sir can pick your cherry with his fat cock. Vince looked at Rick with longing eyes. V: Oh yes, sir, stretch me open. R: I'll stretch your ass open, boy. I'll give you a pussy that sucks every cock inside like it's nothing and so much more. R: For your first time, I'll let you enjoy it. So enjoy it, because next time you'll make me enjoy it and not the other way around. He picked Vince up on his shoulders and laid him in the sling. He secured his legs in the buckles and pulled him to the end of the sling so that Vince's ass and future cunt were completely exposed and he could start training his slut in the making. He stroked the tense sphincter for a moment and heard Vince moaning softly. That boy doesn't know it yet, but by the time I'm done with him, he won't have a tight sphincter anymore, but a gaping hole from which my toxic seed will flow. Rick took a few dildos, lubricant, and the bag of crystals with him. He applied some lubricant to Vince's tight sphincter and circled it with his finger. Vince was already in ecstasy, and it hadn't even started yet. V: Hmmmm, yes, give me more. This feels fucking amazing. R: If you think this feels good, boy, just wait until the real thing starts. Rick handed Vince a brown bottle and told him to sniff it a few times. Vince, who was already very high, looked at the bottle and placed it against one nostril. R: Pinch your other nostril shut, boy, and then sniff, and then do the same with your other nostril and repeat it three times. Vince did as he was asked and sniffed the bottle several times. Each time he sniffed, he felt an extra warm glow flow through his body and became even hornier than he already was. Rick said he could sniff the bottle regularly, that it would help him relax. Vince nodded and then rested his head on the sling's cloth and closed his eyes. Rick put some lubricant on his finger and placed it against the relaxed sphincter, then gently pushed his finger inside. With every centimeter he penetrated Vince's virgin pussy, he heard him moan and beg for more. V: Oh yes, this feels amazing. Deeper, sir, go deeper. R: Take it easy, boy. It won't be long before you're telling me to stop. Rick now pushed his finger all the way into Vince's pussy and he heard the boy experiencing both pain and pleasure. Rick left his finger there for a moment and then pulled it out completely. R: Do you like this, boy? V: Oh fuck yes. I want more, sir. R: Then take another sniff from the bottle. Vince did as Rick told him, and Rick now placed two fingers against the sphincter. He felt the poppers doing their job, and when Vince's sphincter was completely relaxed, he pushed his two thick fingers in at once. Vince gasped for breath, both from the slight pain and the experience of feeling two fingers in his ass. Vince whimpered and moaned. R: Relax, boy. Let your pussy suck those fingers in. Rick felt Vince trying to do what he asked, but he also knew the boy was way too high and had completely lost control of his body due to the new sensations he was experiencing. R: Shall I help you loosen up a little, boy? Shall I help your pussy a little so it loosens up and gets hungry? V: Oh yes, sir. Make my pussy hungry for your cock. R: Hmmmm, what a dirty little slut you are, boy. R: I already knew you were craving my fat cock. But I'll give your pussy a bump so it will be able to satisfy your desires. V: Oh fuck yes. Hmmmmm Vince was already in ecstasy and he felt Rick slide his fingers out of his ass and then stick them back in. What Vince didn't know was that Rick had put two beautiful crystals between his fingers and pushed them deep into Vince's pussy. Rick pulled his fingers out of Vince's ass and then slapped his ass a few times. That startled Vince and he let out a cry. Rick stood up and let the crystals do their work. It would take a while for them to melt and enter Vince's system. But once they were in his system, he would have the experience of his life. His ass would feel so empty that it would let everything slide in just to feel full. He walked over to Vince's head and kissed him. V: Aren't you going to stretch me open anymore, sir? R: Just be patient, friend. You'll soon see why I'm taking a little break for you. Rick let his limp cock dangle in front of Vince's mouth. R: Why don't you make my cock hard again with that mouth of yours? At least then you'll be doing something useful. Vince opened his mouth and eagerly took the limp cock into his mouth. Every time he sucked on it, he felt Rick's cock swell and get harder. But suddenly he also felt a tingling sensation in his ass. The tingling became more and more intense. The tingling turned into warmth and the warmth into a burning sensation. Vince couldn't take it anymore. V: It's burning, sir. My ass is burning so hard. R: That's good news, boy. It won't be long before your pussy begs to be broken open. V: But it burns so badly, sir. Oh, I can't take it anymore. R: Just concentrate on my cock and the burning sensation will soon be over. Vince did as Rick told him and started sucking his stiff cock again. Rick grabbed Vince's head and pushed him as deep as he could onto his cock. He heard Vince start to gag and then pulled him back. He saw tears running from Vince's eyes and then pushed his cock back as deep as he could into Vince's throat. Vince felt the burning sensation begin to subside and an empty feeling begin to take its place in his ass. It was another unbearable feeling, this time not of burning but an uncontrollable urge for something big and thick in his ass. Rick saw and felt the change in his slut and pulled his cock out of Vince's throat again. Vince was sliding his ass across the leather cloth and his whole body was craving attention. R: The burning sensation is gone, isn't it, boy? V: Oh fuck yes, sir. Hmmmmmmm. My pussy is so empty. Ohhhhhh R: Let me see how badly your pussy wants something to slide inside it, boy. Q: Oh yes, sir. I think my pussy is ready to be used. R: Take another sniff of the poppers, boy. That will give you an extra kick because you're going to need it. Those fingers were nothing. Vince took a few deep sniffs of the poppers and didn't need any more instructions from Rick. He felt that extra layer of horniness wash over him again and saw Rick lubricate a dildo and press it against his sphincter. R: Are you ready, boy? Vince nodded and felt the dildo slide in smoothly, filling the emptiness in his ass. R: Hmmmm, those crystals did their job well, boy, because that slides in very smoothly. Rick immediately took a thicker dildo and slid the other one out of Vince's pussy. He immediately pushed the thicker one in, and again it slid in like a knife through butter. R: Fuck, boy, your pussy is made to be fucked. It won't be long before I'm ramming my cock into your ass. Vince could only moan with pleasure. He felt no pain and didn't hear what Rick said, he was completely one with his pussy and surrendered himself completely to the intruder. V: Oh fuck, more, I want more, sir. Rick growled and pushed the dildo in and out of Vince's pussy several times, watching and listening to the boy enjoy it every time. After working Vince's pussy with the dildo for about five minutes, he pulled it out and saw that Vince's sphincter was already nicely broken open. Vince whimpered because his pussy felt empty again. V: Don't stop, sir. R: Calm down, boy. It will be filled again soon. Rick took two more crystals and this time pushed four fingers inside. He heard Vince moan with pleasure again and pushed the crystals as deep as he could. Then he dug his nails into the inside of Vince's pussy and pulled his fingers out, scraping them as he did so. Rick saw blood on his fingers and smeared it on Vince's gaping pussy. He heard Vince getting hot again in his pussy and saw the boy sinking deeper and deeper into his trance. R: Do you think your pussy will let his cock slide in, boy? V: ahhhhhhhh, hmmmmmmm Vince couldn't answer, he was completely out of it and totally focused on his pussy. Rick grabbed Vince's head and turned it towards him. He spat in his face, thereby getting the attention of his future slut. R: Ah, I've got your attention after all. R: Do you think your pussy will let my cock slide in, boy? V: hmmmm yes, hmmmm yes. I want your cock, sir. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. R: Suck it hard first, boy, so I can ram it into your pussy. Rick himself had become extremely horny from seeing the boy and Heat. Vince was so horny that Rick himself had trouble controlling himself, and his dark nature, which he had kept under control all this time, now came to the surface. He had been gentle and calm with his new student all this time, but that wasn't going to last much longer. The beast in Rick came out, and the beast had to be fed. Normally, Rick used his sluts, tying them up, whipping them, pissing on them, fucking their pussies with his fists, but that wasn't the plan this time. This time, he would restrain himself and make the virgin slave hungry for more. He would have to control the beast and make the boy addicted. Addicted to his cock so that he could then take him completely, and Rick pushed his cock into Vince's open mouth. Vince eagerly sucked his cock and he felt his cock start to swell again and become stiff, and when he felt it was stiff enough, he pulled it back. Because he himself longed to take Vince's pussy and pluck his cherry. Vince was in ecstasy and he saw Rick standing between his legs with his fat cock in his hands. He saw Rick pour lubricant over his cock and he felt Rick lubricate his pussy again. Rick put his cock against the slightly sucking sphincter. R: Ready to be my slut, boy? Are you ready to have your cherry popped and your life changed forever? Vince whimpered and moaned loudly. V: Hmmmm, yes, sir. Please push it in, I want it so badly, I need to feel your cock inside me so badly. R: Fuck yes, fuck yes. I'm going to fuck you so hard, boy. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want anything else. Rick first pushed his cock in gently. But when he felt Vince's warm, wet cave, the beast in him came out completely. He grabbed the cloth from the sling and pulled it toward him, and although he felt a lot of resistance, he pushed his cock all the way in at once until his balls hit Vince's ass. Vince couldn't handle this fat, thick intruder and moaned in pain. V: Oh fuck, it hurts, sir. You're way too thick and way too big. That calmed Rick down a bit, and he left his cock inside Vince's warm pussy for a moment. R: Take a few sniffs of the poppers, boy. You won't be in pain for much longer. You'll soon be begging for more. Vince sniffed the poppers a few times and felt his head start to spin again, the warm glow wash over him, and the pain in his ass turn to pleasure. The whimpering of pain began to turn back into moans of pleasure, and Rick felt the tense sphincter around his fat cock begin to loosen its grip a little . He let his cock slide out slowly and when he reached his glans, he pushed it back in all the way. He saw that Vince was still struggling with his fat cock, but he also saw that the boy was starting to enjoy it, and Rick began to slide his cock slowly in and out of Vince's now gaping pussy. Rick felt and saw that Vince's sphincter had surrendered and that Vince now had a pussy. A pussy that served men like him. A pussy that needed to be fucked, filled with cock and cum. R: Take another sniff of the poppers, boy. Then I'll let you feel how real men fuck. Vince sniffed the poppers a few more times and felt the warmth wash over him again. V: Oh sir, fuck me. The pain is completely gone, master. This feels so heavenly. Rick didn't know if it was a wrong choice of words on Vince's part, but the word Master turned him on completely. R: Fuck yes, boy. Not only am I going to make you a slut, but you're also going to be my slave. You're just asking to be mine completely. The beast in Rick came back to the surface and this time Rick couldn't hold it back or stop it. He felt that Vince's pussy could take his eruption and he started thrusting hard into Vince's pussy. Vince began to moan loudly, breathing heavily and begging for more. This was the best thing he had ever experienced in his entire life. This was so much better than jerking off his own cock and spraying his cum all over his stomach. This was what he was made for, this was the feeling he had been missing his entire life. Feeling a fat big cock penetrating his ass and filling his intestines completely. Feeling himself being stretched open, feeling a man celebrating his urges in his pussy. Feeling hard thrusts and the slapping of a man's balls against his ass. Vince moaned, he looked at Vince and let him know he was enjoying it. He let Rick know he could go further, fuck him completely raw. He let him know he was all his and that from now on he was his slut and slave. V: Fuck me, master, make me yours. Fill me with your fat cock. Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me harder. Make my pussy all yours. Rick had turned into a beast, a beast that wanted to transform a boy into a slut, and he heard what Vince wanted from him, he heard Vince begging to be his, and Rick started pounding even harder. The sling swung back and forth violently and the metal pipes began to squeak. Rick had never fucked one of his sluts so hard before. This was also a first for him. " " It was the first time a slut had made him so beastly horny and hungry. Rick could no longer control himself and he growled loudly. R: Dirty boy. I'm going to make you the dirtiest slut and slave. You will be mine and you will remain mine forever. Do you understand that? Rick wanted to take the boy and he untied Vince's legs and took him out of the sling with his cock still in Vince's pussy. He threw Vince on the bed and Vince felt his pussy empty again. Rick lay on top of Vince and kissed him. R: Hmmmm, you make me so fucking horny, slut. You make me so fucking wild that I have to fight not to fuck you to pieces. V: Fuck me hard, master. I'm all yours. R: Dirty slut. Don't say that because I would destroy your pussy and I want to have a lot of fun with that hole of yours. Rick sat up straight and showed Vince his stiff, fat cock. Rick's cock was completely wet with Vince's pussy juice and covered in blood from Vince's torn pussy. R: Taste your pussy, slut. Taste where my cock has been fucking so hard. Taste the cock that turned your ass into a pussy. Vince got down on all fours, opened his mouth, and took the wet cock into his mouth, and when he tasted his own pussy, he started moaning. Rick took another crystal from the bag on the bed and pushed it with his finger into Vince's bleeding, gaping pussy. R: Hmmmmmm, your pussy isn't so tight anymore, slut. My cock has torn your hole wide open and given you a gaping hole. Fuck, hmmmm. Rick fingered Vince's pussy while he was being sucked off, and when he saw that Vince was starting to moan again because he felt the burning sensation again, he pulled his cock out of Vince's mouth. He sat behind Vince, put his hand on Vince's head, and pushed his head into the bed. He put his wet, clean-licked cockhead against Vince's gaping, pulsating pussy and pushed his fat cock back into the moist, warm cave. Vince was in ecstasy, feeling the heat intensify as the crystal melted in his intestines and the fat cock pushed the crystal deeper and deeper into his bowels. Vince felt like the slut he was about to become. His true nature was now fully awakened, and he moaned and pushed his ass in rhythm with Rick's thrusts. Vince felt Rick's filled balls slap against his ass with every thrust, and now that he was on all fours and his hands were free, he stuck his hand between his legs to feel the fat cock sliding in and out of his pussy. Vince felt Rick's cock and he felt it sliding in and out of his pussy, he felt the blood and fluid running out of his hole and the balls slapping against his hand. R: You dirty boy. Do you want to see my fat cock sliding in and out of your pussy? V: Yes, master, I want to see the pussy you made and see your fat, delicious cock sliding into it. Rick took his cell phone and started filming. R: Spread your ass, slut. Show me your pussy. Vince spread his ass cheeks and while Rick fucked him, he filmed his cock sliding in and out of Vince's pussy. After filming for a few minutes, he threw the cell phone back on the bed. R: You can watch that later, slut. But first, I'm going to give you my gift. First, I have to make you completely mine and pump my DNA and virus into your pussy and turn you into a real slut. That's what you wanted, isn't it, boy? V: Yes, master, fill me with your toxic load. Make me completely yours. Rick growled loudly and fucked harder and harder, pushing Vince's head deeper into the mattress and Vince moaned loudly. He felt Rick fucking him even harder and Vince enjoyed every thrust he got in his new pussy more and more. He heard Rick growl loudly and suddenly he stopped thrusting. Vince felt Rick lie down on top of him with his full weight and moan loudly and intensely. R: FUUUUUUCK, take my DNA, you dirty slut. From now on, your ass is mine, bitch. Rick sprayed away Vince's virginity and innocence with his infectious seed. Vince felt his ass being filled with Rick's warm cum, and that gave him a feeling of satisfaction. Although he still wanted more, it felt as if he was now a real slut. Rick caught his breath and pulled his cum and blood-covered cock out of Vince's gaping, filled-up ass and offered his cock to Vince. R: Lick the cock that made you a slut clean, slut, and taste and swallow the cum that will transform you. Vince eagerly opened his mouth and took the cum-covered cock into his mouth. It was the first time he had tasted cum and it was heavenly, the taste of the cum filling his mouth and triggering his taste buds and making him crave for more. Rick fell onto the bed and pulled Vince close to him. Vince laid his head on Rick's hairy chest and a grin appeared on both men's faces. Vince was still heavily tripping and got scared, scared that Rick would drop him now that he had been able to fuck him and fill him with his cum. Vince didn't want this to be the only time Rick fucked him. Vince wanted him to be Rick's his regular slut and slave, and tears began to run from his eyes. Rick saw tears running down Vince's face. R: Not satisfied, slut, or do you regret what you did? V: No, sir, but I'm afraid that now you've fucked me, you'll dump me like you do with other sluts. Because I never saw the same slut here. It was always different ones. Rick had to laugh and understood Vince's fear. R: Don't worry, slut. I'm not done with you yet. This was just a preview, your first lesson. You still have so much to learn, and the way you've done it so far, there's a good chance you'll become my regular slut. R: How long were your parents away? V: Normally they're gone for three days, but they might travel on to visit family and then stay away for another week or two. Rick grinned. R: Can you check? Vince crawled out of bed, still unsteady on his feet. When he stood up straight, he felt Rick's cum running out of his pussy. He wanted to wipe it off, but Rick stopped him. He picked it up with his fingers and stuck his cum-covered finger in Vince's mouth. R: Don't let anything go to waste, slut, and wait a minute, I'll close your pussy so my load stays nicely inside you. Rick took a butt plug and bent Vince over. He pushed the plug into Vince's pussy, and Vince felt the emptiness disappear from his ass and gasped for breath as he felt the plug slide into place. He stood up and at first it felt strange to walk around with his ass filled, but he was still too high to think about it too much, so he went outside and took his phone. He sent a message to his parents asking how long they would be gone and went back inside. When he lay back down in bed with Rick, he received a message back from his mother. She asked why he was asking. Vince replied that he was planning to go on a trip with a friend and wanted to know if he should lock up the house or not. His mother replied that he could do so because they would be away for another two weeks, visiting family. That was music to Rick's ears. The boy didn't know what he was getting himself into. R: Good, slut. Then I can take you with me for the next few weeks and train you further. Tonight you'll stay here, I'll fill you up a few more times and train your pussy some more, and tomorrow you'll lock up your house and from then on, the gloves come off. From then on, you'll be my slut, my property, and I'll take you and use you however I want. Do you understand? Vince's heart began to beat fast, not out of fear but out of joy and excitement. What would Rick do to him and what else would he learn from this wonderful man? V: Yes, sir.

I woke up on Sunday late with a hangover. I finished cleaning and doing the laundry. It was hot so I decided to jump into the pool and swam laps. It felt good to swim and get some exercise. Swimming also clears my mind so that was also in calming myself down and ground me. After about 30 minutes of swimming I got out of the pool and lay on the lounger and took in a tan. I feel asleep and woke up around 4pm. I jumped into the water to refresh and then jumped in the shower. I went out and grabbed pizza and brought it back home. My friends texted me but I decided to stay home. I was tired and still processing all the things that have been going on in the last few weeks. I ate dinner, had a few beers and watched TV. I fell asleep on the couch and decided to go to bed early around 10pm. I woke up early the next morning at 6am. I decided to jump in the pool for a quick swim and do laps for about 15 minutes. I showered and went into work. I got into the office early around 7am. I started work at my desk. I heard the door to the office open around 7:15am. I kept working. About 10 minutes later I looked up and I saw Professor Post standing their in his cycling outfit. I looked at his cock and it was hard pushing thru the fabric of his thin tight shiny spandex. My mouth watered. "Touch it. I know you want to" he said He was right. I reached out and outlined his cock, teasing it thru the spandex. Rubbing it now and then using my other hand to massage his balls. He let out a soft moan. I couldn't hold back, I pulled down his shorts and shoved my nose in his contract and took a deep breath of his sweaty stink. "Yeah inhale that boy. Smell good don't it" he said pushing my head into his crotch more. I began to kiss and suck his cock. I licked it and tongued it. He pushed his hard cock deep in my mouth and into my throat. I gagged a bit and recovered. I wanted his mammoth meat in my mouth. I kept slobbering on his cock. "Suck it like you mean it. Worship it like it owns you" he said That last line clicked something in my head and I started to worship it and lather it with my tongue and kiss it. "Yeah good boy. You are such a sweet cock sucker" he said I sucked on him for a good 5 minutes. His entire crotch was wet with my spit and his precum leaking all over. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned my around and pulled down my shorts and bent me over my desk. He then leaned in and started to eat my ass out. "Ohhhh god" I moaned He just kept eating my ass and I pushed it back into his face wanting more. "Your pussy is so juicy and tasty" he said breaking and then going back to eat me He then stuck his finger in me working my prostate. I moaned louder pushing back on his now three fingers in me working my hole and prostate. I was leaking precum on the floor. "Your such a slut. Your pussy is all wet and its making your clit leak" he said working my hole. My moans got louder. "Please fuck me" I said softly "Tell me you want my POZ cum boy" he said I was torn, he was working my hole and I was so I need of cock in me but couldn't bare to say it. "Your hole is squeezing my fingers. It needs my cock and my cum but if you won't say it, you won't get it. Times up" he said With that he pulled out his fingers. I caught my breath and finally turned around. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and I cleaned his fingers. "Good boy eat your pussy juice off my fingers" he said pushing his fingers in my mouth. "Get down and be good for something. I know you want it" he said I dropped on my knees and started working on his cock. Licking, sucking and worshipping his stick. After about 5 minutes he was fucking my throat. It hurt as his PA ring kept hitting the back of my throat. I felt him tense and then he erupted in my mouth. I felt 6-7 spurts of his hot cum in my mouth. I savored it in my mouth to taste him and then swallowed. After a minute he finally pulled out of my mouth as the door opened to the office. He pointed at the ground at my precum, then he pulled back pulled up his shorts and walked away. I cleaned up the precum and pulled up my shorts and sat back down. My hole leaking from his spit and my ass juice. My cock was rock hard and leaking. There was a small spot on my shorts. Luckily it was black shorts. I could fee my ass spasming lightly from his ministrations.

Met a guy on BBRTS. Turns out he was a former client of mine (face was hidden). He’d read my profile, so knew I was chasing. Told me “I haven’t been on prep for years. I don’t know my status”. Yeah, my hole twitched. He came over. Hot retired fireman. He’s fucking me really well. Says to me “You sure you have no problem taking a poz load?” I said yeah. “Alright then, here it is!” And blew one of the biggest loads of my life in me. Could instantly feel how wet and full I was. He pulls out and some leaks out. It wasn’t till the next morning i was standing in the bathroom and suddenly had cum running down my leg. Fuck, I want this guy again!

Its my birthday! Spent the weekend being a cum receptacle. Friday took 4 loads at Cell Block, saw friend happened to be there when I got there, and friend proceeded to drag me to the back area to eat my hole and fuck me for a bit to start my night. They pumped 2 load in me, another from a quick fuck, and the highlight as before the lights came on to end the night a guy asked if I wanted his load so I bent over and let him give me it. Saturday I got to Steamworks early, around 3, and took 5 loads there. Highlight was a guy who saw my sniffies post with my room number and decided to swing in. Great fuck and groaned so much as he built up to unload, told me to take his babies as the cum filled up my gut. Also had a great fuck in the sling room while I was blindfolded. Dom top spitting on my face, in my mouth, railing out my hole as I laid there as his fuck toy. Put me in such a great headspace. Went to Jackhammer around 10 and friends finished the night taking turns on me and another bottom all night getting fucked and loaded, another 3 loads there. Sunday went to steamworks again around 3. Was a slow time for me, got fucked 5 times and 1 breeding. Had fun topping a few guys, running a train on them with other tops. Not a bad weekend overall. Looking forward to warmer weather when things are more active.

Hello again, I do think tallslenderguy, You make an interesting point; businesses are trying to survive. Having a “one size fits all” venue makes more business sense, but as NWUSHorny indicates, (and I second), it can be frustrating to go to a fuck joint where actual fucking has been relegated to a less common activity. Sometimes it takes the extra effort and resources to find places where fucking is still a “main offering on the menu.” In my experience, places where old-school guys live and visit, such as Palm Springs and Fort Lauderdale in this country, have such offerings. chiilfuck

Don't pretend you're straight. You'll miss out on a lot of cock.

Sure, and thanks for asking; I can't say I know exactly why, but a lot of guys that prefer to Top have received the notion that Topping = Masculine = Aggressive = Domineering vs Dominant. That notion is, to my mind, completely false. Needing to be the "active" partner has never translated as outlined above, except in the instance of a Bd/Sm hookup. Rather few Topmen these days are at all familiar with the proper way to conduct that kind of formal "negotiation", so I won't go into that here. I'll merely address the issue of Tops that simply don't know how to be good Tops, irrespective of the Bd/Sm ancillary issues. 1. Showing a measure of care for one's sexual partner, whether a life-long relationship or a 'spur of the moment' fuck in some fuckjoint, is demonstrating the strength-of-character that Top has achieved. Failure to acknowledge the mere "human-ness" of a potential fuck in some pigpen, or when involved in a more durable relationship could be compared to a loud horn, trumpeting one's lack of experience. How, one may ask, does it diminish a Top's stature to ask a bottom's favorite way to take loads? Or if any particular sexual act is preferred, or to be avoided. Even in the backrooms this can be accomplished within seconds, and only demonstrates that our Top possess some measure of care not only for his own pleasure, but also some measure of care that he give his bottom a great fuck. That small, little bit of communication can make both men have a far better breeding than if neither mentioned anything to the other. Who, I wonder, has laid down the "rule" that Tops are to be incommunicative, bottoms are to remain silent, neither mentioning anything to the other. 2. The "strong, silent type" is often merely a disguise for a guy that doesn't know what he's about, and worse, doesn't give a hoot about the other guy(s) either. If neither guy has any particular "likes" or "dislikes", great. If one of them does, but is concerned about mentioning it, not so great. Too often, Tops aren't mind-readers, they're hole-readers. As in "grrrrr ... can't wait to get in that cumhole", when there may be other issues to discover first. In some backroom where a lucky bottom is taking all cummers, merely getting in line is enough. But, those events are relatively few and far between for most guys. Therefore, Tops need to be aware enough to want to know what turns the bottom's crank. Take the time to ask him, for petes sake. Give the bottom permission (indirectly) to mention anything that he needs to communicate to the Top, and pay attention to what the bottom says. Aslk any questions you minght need to ask. It doesn't have to be more than a few phrases, but giving the bottom the chance is important. 3. Tops should never misrepresent their skills. Be honest, for chrissake. If there's x quality in the bottom you're not attracted to, merely say some innocuous, non-judgemental thing and move on. Bottoms are precious - they're humans that need what Tops have. Respect them, don't demean them. Treat them well, as you yourself would want to be treated. They don't deserve maltreatment, just to make yourself feel puffed up. They're just as human as any guy - so treat them that way. Only fearful men pretending to be bold do shit like that to their peers. Coda: Always be respectful, since that's the mark of a real man; a "mench", as some here will recognize. Whether T, b, or switch; being observant of others humanity is always the right thing.

Go for it. Take some chances. That advice would be for my entire life, not just sexually. Take risks, even though there may be major consequences. But, there could be major rewards. Not being yourself takes so much energy, both physically and mentally.

Here's another [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/cump-cumdumpster-4-12560493

I really regret leaving it until I was older before visiting NYC (which I fell in love with the first time I arrived at JFK).

Do you mean that guys carry different colored glow sticks to indicate what they're prowling for? I hope things haven't sunk to that - please please please say NO .....

Some of my best encounters are with versatile guys - they know the experience from both sides. People are so peculiar.

Cucked By My Dad Chapter 04 Dad seduces the pool boy! They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I’ve always thought of myself as reasonably well-adjusted–a bit slutty, perhaps, but well-adjusted nonetheless–and yet I feel like I’ve been running in circles doing the same damn thing. I meet a guy, fall in love (lust), and then am somehow shocked when my dad manages to fuck him before I get a chance to. At a certain point, you just have to wonder if maybe the problem is you. The easy thing to do would be to throw in the towel, accept my lifelong virginity, and become a celibate gay nun or something. But because I’m an eternal optimist (and I have a few issues with the Catholic church), I still hold out hope that one of these days, I will get to enjoy the sweet, luscious feeling of a dick in my ass. My hopes of breaking the cycle rose for the first time when my parents informed me that we would not, in fact, be taking our usual summer vacation this year. Instead of spending a week in some hot, sandy beach house in the Outer Banks like we usually do, they’d booked us a week at an all-inclusive resort in Cancun. I personally would have preferred to go on a cruise (I’m a big fan of the show LOST and have always fantasized about capsizing at sea) and I let my protestations be known. Despite my grumbling, the three of us were packed and on a flight to Mexico by the end of the week. I packed only thong swimsuits just to spite my parents, but truth be told I was actually kind of excited to get out of the house and lounge by the pool. A resort in Cancun didn’t sound too bad–and unlike the beach house, there would actually be other people there I could hang out with. Maybe kids my age, or even an older guy with hyperspermia and a penchant for pale twinks. The resort was even bigger than I imagined. Ridged, pyramid-like buildings sat along a thin strip of land surrounded by pale white sand and ice-blue water on both sides. The beach was dotted with cozy beach chairs underneath enormous beige umbrellas, while the pool sat invitingly only a couple of yards away. It was the most luxurious place I’d ever been, a hell of a lot better than that dank-ass cabin. As soon as we entered the lobby, a short, chubby man with a bad dye job and a freshly-pressed linen suit swarmed us, all smiles. “Welcome, welcome!” he said cheerily, his eyes going from me to my mother until they landed on my father, where they remained for the rest of the conversation. “I’m Anthony, pleased to have you here at the Paradisus. Are you the Wyte family?” “I’m Jud,” said my father. He grabbed the man’s hand in a firm handshake, dwarfing it with his giant paw. A shiver ran through Anthony, but he quickly collected himself. “So good to meet you,” he said, all smiles. “When we spoke over the phone I didn’t know… well, nevermind. Please, come right this way. Our concierge will check you in, make sure you have everything you need.” He pulled out a card from his suit pocket and slid it into my father’s palm. “And if you need anything else during your stay, anything at all, please feel free to call or text. That’s my personal cell number right there.” My father winked. “Thank you, Anthony.” The man blushed, bowed slightly, then scurried off. My mom put her hands on her hips and let out a soft sigh of amazement. “What a great place! This personalized service, I’m telling you. You really feel like the only person in the world that matters.” Our room was on the fourteenth floor, which felt like an eternity during the slow, clunky elevator ride. “I thought this place was supposed to be nice?” I said over the loud metallic grinding of the elevator car. “Don’t be a sourpuss.” My dad nudged me in the side. “Wait till you see the room.” It wasn’t exactly the Four Seasons, but we’d booked a modest-sized suite with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a small kitchen area. There was also a balcony with a stunning view of the water, which I supposed made up for being on the 14th floor. I threw my bag on my bed and pulled out my skimpiest swimsuit, a cherry-red speedo with the word “Maricón” on the thin strip of fabric just above my crack. Just as I’d slid on my flip flops, there was a knock at the door. “Leo? You decent?” My father poked his head in and eyed me in my swimsuit. “Ah, you’ve already changed. You heading down to the beach?” I grabbed a floppy sun hat from the table and pulled it on. “The pool, actually. You know I hate sand.” “We’ll join you!” He stepped into my room. He was in his bathing suit as well, a short pair of swim trunks with the American flag on them. His hairy belly was slightly hanging over the waistband. I pouted. “I was hoping to get some alone time.” He shut the door behind him and leaned against it, sighing. “Listen, son. Your mother was hoping we might be able to spend this trip together, as a family. Truth be told, I was kinda hoping that too.” He scratched the back of his head, the smell from his hairy armpit wafting toward my face and making me dizzy. I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, that’s what you said about the mission trip. We all know what happened there.” He smiled sadly. “Come on, son. Can’t we put all that behind us and just have a good time? For your mother? Please?” I chewed my lip. “Fine. Just don’t expect me to sing Kumbaya or anything.” The pool was pretty packed when we got there. The sun beat down overhead, making me sweat. I put my towel down on a beach chair and began lathering myself in suntan lotion, wishing there was some hot daddy around to rub it into my skin for me. My own father went straight to the pool and did a cannonball, sending pool water splashing all over the concrete. Mom was hanging around the swim-up bar, flagging down a bartender. Once I was sufficiently lathered, I pulled out my book and pretended to read. With my oversized sunglasses, I could scope out the pool for any potential fuckboys without being too obvious. Although the pool was packed, it was mostly families with little kids splashing around. There were a few hot dads waist-deep in the pool, holding babies with water wings wrapped around their fat little arms. I watched one of the burlier dads for a few minutes, wondering if I could get him away from his family long enough for a little hanky-panky. Was I willing to be a homewrecker? Maybe. Probably. But it all just seemed like so much effort. I only had a week–better to set my sights on lower-hanging fruit. I didn’t want to tan unevenly, so I put the book down and turned over onto my stomach. I had only been laying there for a few seconds when I heard a voice say, “Can I get you something to drink, señor?” I lifted my head to see a tall, swarthy Mexican man smiling down at me. He seemed to be around his mid-20s, with wild black hair, a thin goatee, and small, circular glasses. He had on a tan uniform polo and a pair of bright blue swim trunks. I rested on my elbows, slipping my sunglasses on the top of my head as I pondered. “Hmm… do you have something tropical? Maybe something sweet, but not too sweet?” He flashed me a bright, sexy smile. “Let me guess. A piña colada?” I giggled. “Wow. You’re good.” He put his hand against his chest in a show of modesty. “It’s a gift. I’m Mateo, by the way. I’ll be taking care of you today.” I let my gaze linger on his hand. Long, slender fingers that would probably be just the thing to hit my boy button. I needed him. “I’m Leo. Nice to meet you, Mateo.” “My pleasure. Are you having a good time here?” I shrugged in what I imagined was a sexy, demure way. “It’s been nice. How about you? Do you like working here?” He grinned. “It’s pretty chill. Great benefits, I get to hang out by the pool all day. Talk to interesting people such as yourself.” Interesting? Well that had to be code for fuckable. He was just being coy with all these people around. “Tell me something, Mateo,” I said, subtly flexing my butt cheeks. “How does a guy like you get into working here? I’d think you’d be working as a model. Or a go-go boy, at least.” He bit back a smile. “I’m from a little town not far away. El Viñedo.” “Sounds romantic.” “It’s not.” He smiled sheepishly. “My family is still there. I help out when I can.” “That is so nice of you,” I said, touched. “I’m really close to my family too. My parents are older, practically ancient, really. But I try to make the most of the time we have left.” “That’s really nice of you,” he said, clearly impressed with my selflessness. “Why don’t I go and get your drink for you?” I winked. “Can’t wait.” He turned to leave, but not before shooting a quick glance down at my ass. Bingo. I flipped onto my back, sliding my sunglasses over my eyes as I replayed the moment in my mind. But before I could have a chance to breathe, I felt the sun blotted out by a shadow falling across my chair. “Hey, kiddo.” My dad’s booming voice snapped me out of my reverie. He stood in front of me, water dripping off his thick, hairy body. “Why don’t you join us in the pool?” I picked my book off the ground and waved it at him. “I’m reading.” Dad raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never read a day in your life.” I threw the book down in frustration. “Yeah, well, there’s a first time for everything!” Dad put a wet hand on my shoulder, sending little drops of water trickling down my chest. “Why don’t you come for a swim with me? We can play Marco Polo.” Before I could tell him that I wasn’t five years old and I had no desire to play Marco fucking Polo, Mateo returned with a drink on his tray. “Piña colada for you, señor.” He handed me the cocktail and gave me a smile that melted away my anger. “Gracias, Mateo,” I said sweetly. “Oh, that looks good,” said Dad. “Hey, Mateo, is it? What would you recommend for an old man like me?” Mateo straightened, his professional demeanor kicking back in. “Depends on what you like, señor.” Dad let out a bark of a laugh. “Oh, I like plenty of things. Let’s just say I’m a man of many pleasures.” I rolled my eyes. Mateo blushed. “Something refreshing? Maybe a mojito?” “A mojito, huh? Sounds perfect.” Dad grinned, putting his hand on Mateo’s shoulder. “You seem like you know your stuff, son. What’s your secret?” Mateo shrugged, a little shy under my dad’s attention. “Just a lot of practice, señor.” “Please, call me Jud.” I had had about enough of this circle jerk, so I grabbed my book and said, “All right, Dad. I was in the middle of reading. Why don’t you go find mom and–” “I’ve got time to hang with my son,” my dad interrupted. “And it’s not every day I get to meet a handsome guy like Mateo.” Mateo laughed politely, his eyes flicking back and forth between us. “I’ll grab your drink, señor. Or… Jud.” He laughed, blushing. “Be right back.” As he walked away, I sat upright, fuming. “Can you not?” “Not what?” My dad plopped into the chair next to me, his belly wobbling as the chair sagged underneath his frame. “I’m just being friendly.” I glared at him. “You’re being you.” Dad smiled innocently. “Is that such a bad thing?” I watched Mateo stop to chat with another guest at a nearby table, flashing that sexy smile. “It is when you steal all the attention.” Dad leaned back with a smirk. “Well, maybe you should step up your game, kiddo.” I was seething as Mateo returned with the mojito, handing it off to Dad with the same smile I thought he’d reserved just for me. “Here you go, Jud.” “Thanks, Mateo,” Dad said warmly, raising the glass. “You’re good at what you do.” Mateo gave a small, bashful laugh. After he’d left, Dad took a sip of his drink and winked at me. “Friendly guy, huh?” I wanted to throw my book at him, but instead, I just clutched it angrily against my chest as I snarled, “What are you doing?” “Relaxing by the pool, same as you.” He spread his arms out behind his head and relaxed against the lounger. “Or is this spot reserved for brooding young adults?” I sat up, my skin red from the sun and the anger rising inside me. “You know what I mean. Why do you always do this?” “Do what?” “You know!” My voice rose, drawing a couple of side-eyes from nearby sunbathers. I lowered it to a sharp hiss. “You’re always stealing guys I like.” Dad blinked stupidly. “Stealing guys? Leo, he works here. He’s paid to be nice. You know that, right?” I couldn’t stand this fake innocent thing. I folded my arms. “Don’t fucking gaslight me, Dad. You were flirting with him right in front of me.” “Flirting?” He laughed, shaking his head. “If you think that’s flirting, you haven’t seen anything yet. I was just making conversation, son. You’re reading way too much into this.” I wanted to scream, but I didn’t want to give him the upper hand. “This is my vacation, too. I’m 18 years old, I deserve to be able to enjoy myself with a cute guy. Can’t you just… back off for once?” His smile faded slightly. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Leo, I’m not trying to steal anyone from you. I just want to spend time with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” “Sure. Spend time with me by fucking every guy I like. Great bonding, Dad.” “Look, if this is really bothering you, how about a deal?” He held his palms up in surrender. “I’ll give you guys space. No more flirting with Mateo or whatever his name is.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’ll just give up that easily, will you?” “Well, you do have to do something for me,” he said with a shrug. “Spend some time with your mom and me. She’s got a whole list of activities she wants to do while we’re here, and it would be nice if you could be present for them. The rest of the time is yours to do whatever you want, I promise.” I hesitated. I really really did not want to go snorkeling or whatever dumbass activites Mom had planned, but I couldn’t give up an opportunity to finally get my dad out of the way. “Fine,” I said finally. “But you better not even look at him.” Dad smirked, holding out his hand for a shake. “Deal. But don’t forget, we’ve got dinner tonight at 6. I expect you to be there on time.” I smacked his hand away, laying back on the lounger and pulling my book over my face. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Surprisingly, I seemed to have won the battle, but I couldn’t escape the feeling that Dad would still win the war. Deals with him always had a way of backfiring. Once I finished my piña colada, I scanned the crowd to see if I could spot Mateo. Although there were a few different poolside attendants in matching outfits, he was nowhere to be found. “Excuse me,” I said to the nearest attendant, a young redhead with perky tits and a perkier smile. “Do you know where Mateo is?” “I think he’s working by the beach,” she said cheerily. “Can I get you anything? Another drink?” “I thought he worked at the pool?” Her smile dipped for a moment. “We’re a little short-staffed. Sometimes we fill in for each other during breaks. Would you like a Coca Cola?” “Sure,” I said. The second she walked away, I grabbed my book and headed for the walkway to the beach. The beach was lined with a bunch of identical canopies and beach chairs, most of which were occupied. I walked along the pale white sand, scanning the attendants until I spotted Mateo. He was kneeling down to talk to an older woman who was lounging on one of the canopies and fanning herself. “Don’t you have a portable AC unit or anything?” she snapped. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said politely. “There’s not much we can do about the weather on the beach. But if you’d like to go inside–” “I want to be outside, I just want it to be cooler. Why can’t you understand that? Are you simple?” He spotted me and smiled politely. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll see what I can do.” He walked over to me, far enough away for the woman to be out of earshot. “Can I get you anything, señor? A portable AC unit, perhaps?” he added under his breath. “She sounds like a real cunt,” I said dryly. He let out a sigh of frustration. “It’s just par for the course. Another fucking 16-hour shift because some pendejo calls in sick again.” His eyes widened for a moment before he added quickly, “I mean, I aim to please all of our guests.” “Well then, maybe you could bring me another piña colada?” I said, tossing my book on the nearest lounge chair. “The last one was delicious. I sucked up every last drop.” He gave me a tight smile. “I’m glad you liked it. I’ll be right back.” I sat down on the chair, rubbing the sand off my feet. God, I fucking hated the beach. The things we do for love. I pulled my book back out and pretended to read (I swear, I couldn’t even tell you the title of this fucking thing) until he came back a few minutes later, a new piña colada in hand. “Here you go,” he said quickly. He looked flustered like his attention was elsewhere. “Thanks.” I put my hand on his arm. “You must work pretty hard, huh? Running around all day, serving demanding guests like me.” He gave me a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s all part of the job.” “Well, you do it really well.” “Thanks,” he said, turning to leave. I frowned, sipping my drink. This was not going according to plan. I needed to step up my game, like Dad had said. “Actually,” I called out, “could I get some nachos, too? And one of those fruit cups? Oh, and do you have coconut water?” Mateo let out a small sigh of frustration, pulled out a notepad, and scribbled down my order. “Coming right up.” I got the sense that I was irritating him, but how was I supposed to flirt if he was wandering around at the beck and call of these ugly tourists? When he brought the food back, I tried asking him about his favorite spots in Cancun, but before I could get the question out he had turned on his heels and was gone. I watched him flit around the beach, delivering drinks and being berated again by that old cunt on the canopy. What did I have to do to get his attention? Drown myself? Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea. I could see the lifeguard stands lining the beach with about 400 yards in between them. The nearest stand was leagues away, which meant the lifeguards would probably be less likely to notice me if I happened to need rescuing from a dashing hero. I stood, pulled the thong bathing suit out of my butt crack, and stretched dramatically. I took a step toward the water. “Guess I’ll go for a swim,” I said over my shoulder, hoping he was watching. He wasn’t. Undeterred, I waded into the ocean. The water was quite warm, crystal-clear, and a little rougher than I was used to in the Outer Banks. Perfect–it would make my drowning all that more convincing. I glanced back at the beach. Mateo was talking to that old hag again. I would have to make quite a scene if I wanted him to notice me. I swam out a little farther, then let out a cry before flailing my arms wildly. “Help! I’m drowning!” The performance was Oscar-worthy, if I said so myself. It helped that the waves were tossing me left and right, making my splashing that much more convincing. After a few seconds, however, I felt a strange tug around my legs, pulling me backward. For a moment, I thought it was my imagination–perhaps I was too dedicated to my own performance. But the pull grew stronger as the shore retreated farther and farther away. Okay, time to abort the plan. I tried swimming forward, but the current had other plans. My strokes felt weak and useless as the riptide yanked me out to sea. I couldn’t spot Mateo amongst the crowd anymore and panic began to surge through me as I tried to remember what to do. I wasn’t supposed to fight the riptide, right? But then what–just let it sweep me out to sea? Bob around for a couple of days until I got eaten by sharks like that couple in Open Water? Fuck no. I swam parallel to the shore, thrashing my little twink arms as much as I could. God, what I wouldn’t give to have actually lifted weights instead of focusing so much on cardio. Vanity would be the death of me. A whistle blew sharply, cutting through the sound of the crashing waves. Was that someone coming to rescue me? Mateo, was that you? I swam until I felt the pull of the riptide fade. I didn’t have the strength to swim back to shore, so I used what was left to float on my back, hoping that Mateo would get to me in time to pull off a dashing rescue. When I felt strong hands wrap around me, the remaining strength drained out of me. I fell limp, allowing Mateo to swim me back to shore in those muscular, tanned arms of his. I kept my eyes closed, hoping I could at least get a little mouth-to-mouth action out of this. I felt myself being carried out of the water and onto the beach. The hushed, worried voices of the crowd were all around me as Mateo laid me down on the sand, his fingers pressing up against my neck to check my pulse. “Is he breathing?” I heard a woman say. Then I felt it–those lips pressed up against mine. They were warm and rough, and I could feel his scratchy unshaved face against my soft skin. He was blowing air into my mouth, which felt a little uncomfortable, but I was just happy to have our first kiss. I put my hand against the back of his head and returned the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth. God, he tasted good. Like sweet, cool mint and raw, sexual energy. A cry of relief rang out from the crowd. “He’s okay! Thank God.” I opened my eyes, a dreamy smile playing out across my face. "Mateo… You saved me." But when my eyes focused, it wasn’t Mateo. It was my dad. He was breathing heavily, a wild mixture of fear and relief in his eyes. “Leo, what the hell were you thinking?” I sputtered, trying to pull away. “I wasn’t–” “You’re lucky I saw you,” he snapped. “You could’ve died!” I saw a small crowd gathered around us. Mateo stood in the background, watching us with concern. It suddenly occurred to me that I had just made out with my own father. Yuck! I pushed him away, angry. “What the fuck, Dad? I didn’t need saving!” He looked at me, bewildered. “What are you talking about? You were drowning!” “Here, take this.” I looked up to see Mateo standing over me, holding out a towel. What a gentleman! “Thank you,” I said weakly. But before I could grab the towel from him, my father had snatched it out of his hands and was wrapping it around my shoulders. “Ugh, I can do it myself, Dad!” “Mateo?” Anthony, the chubby manager, rushed over, a cheery smile concealing his thinly veiled rage. “What’s going on with Mrs. Fulcock? She’s very displeased. Very VOCALLY displeased.” “My son almost drowned,” my father said angrily. “Surely this is more important?” The manager looked at my father, then me, and turned beet red. “O-of course, sir!” “He needs water,” said my dad. Anthony nodded, then hissed at Mateo, “Get. Water. NOW!” I watched Mateo leave, then turned to my father, fuming. “You ruin everything!” I said as I stormed off. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the bath, scrubbing the scratchy sand off my body and trying to get rid of the taste of Dad that still clung to my mouth. How dare he interrupt my staged drowning attempt! And to steal my first kiss with Mateo, that was low. I should have known that he wouldn’t respect the deal and stay out of my way. Looks like I was going to have to play dirty. Dinner was a somber affair. I was livid from this afternoon and my hair still smelled of seawater, which made me gag. Dad was trying to play the peacemaker, which annoyed the shit out of me. The only one who seemed to be having any fun at all was Mom. “Oh, and the spa!” she gushed. “They have the most amazing masseuses. Their hands are like magic, rubbing and hitting and spanking… you’d think they had an octopus in there!” I grabbed her Chardonnay and drained it. “Uh-huh.” “Oh honey,” she said, her voice dripping with tipsiness and concern. She grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled her glass. “I know you must still be shaking from what happened this afternoon. Your father told me all about it. Thank God he was there!” “Maybe next time you’ll stick to the shallow end, Leo.” Dad chuckled, cutting into his steak. “Save your old man the heart attack.” I glared at him. “Maybe next time you’ll let me handle things myself.” Mom sighed. “Can we just have one nice dinner without you two going at it? Please?” I was about to respond when I spotted Mateo. He was standing at a table across the way, leaning down to place a cocktail in front of some twink. The guy was looking up at him with stars in his eyes, his hand brushing Mateo’s as he took the glass from him. I was too far away to hear them, but I saw Mateo laugh at something the little gayboy said. I waited for him to walk away, but he just stood there chatting. What the fuck? He wasn’t that flirty with me! And he practically ignored me the whole time I was drowning. One femboy flashes him bottom eyes and all of a sudden he has all the time in the world. What a pig! “Something wrong?” my mom asked. I grabbed her glass and drained it again. “Nothing.” “Well, you won’t have to worry about drowning on the snorkeling trip tomorrow,” said Mom. “We’ll have life preservers and the water is super shallow. Oh, it’ll be gorgeous, we’ll take a boat to this beautiful coral reef and you can see the little fishies and everything.” “And watch you and Dad get wasted and drown in three feet of water? No thanks,” I said. Dad frowned at me. “I think what you meant to say is that you’d love to go snorkeling. Isn’t that right, son?” I kept my gaze locked on the scene across the room. Mateo laughed again, this time placing a hand on the guy’s shoulder as he straightened up. I sank down in my seat and folded my arms petulantly. “Fine.” Mom picked up the empty bottle of wine and waved it at a passing waiter. “Can we get another? Hello? Oh, shoot. He didn’t hear me.” She got up and walked toward the bar, stumbling slightly in her heels. My dad followed my gaze and smirked. “Ah. Mateo, huh?” I snapped my attention back to my plate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dad leaned back, sipping from his beer. “You’ve got to play it cool, son. Can’t let him see you sweat.” My cheeks burned. I stabbed at a piece of my steak. “I’m not sweating. I know exactly what I’m doing.” Dad winked at me. “Sure you do.” I pushed my chair back from the table and stood angrily. “If you could have just stayed out of my way, he’d be balls-deep in me right about now! But no, you had to ruin everything, like you always do.” Dad shot me a stern look. “Leo, please. This is a family dinner. You promised–” “I’m not feeling well,” I said. “I’ll see you in the morning.” I locked myself in my room for the rest of the night, my mind racing with thoughts about how to salvage the week. I needed to find a way to get Mateo before my father got his meddling claws into him. But how? Upon awakening, it occurred to me–I was coming on WAY too strong. Guys like Mateo weren’t like Kevin or Pastor Carl, they were more mature, more cultured. He needed to be wooed, not bulldozed. As much as I hated to admit it, Dad had a point. I needed to play things cool. When I went down to the breakfast hall, I saw Mateo sitting at a small table in the corner. He had a half-eaten croissant in front of him and a book in his hands that he appeared to be actually reading. He was also out of uniform, wearing a t-shirt and floral print shorts. Now, the old Leo would have sat down next to him and made a fool out of himself with clumsy flirtations. But the NEW Leo knew better. I filled my plate from the buffet table and sat a few tables down. I still had that book with me (such a good prop, honestly) and pulled it out and pretended to read. I snuck periodic glances at Mateo, but he seemed seriously engrossed in his book. Hmm. I needed to play hard to get but I still did need him to notice me. I knocked my glass off the table and let it shatter on the ground, spilling orange juice everywhere. I saw Mateo’s head shoot up at the sound. “Oh, darn it!” I said loudly. I got down on my knees and started to pick up some of the bigger shards of glass. “Here, let me.” I looked up to see Mateo kneeling beside me, a warm smile on his face. “You don’t have to do that,” I said demurely. “You’re not working, you should be relaxing.” “It’s fine. I figure you’ve had enough excitement after yesterday. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” I covered my face in mock embarrassment. “Oh gosh. Not only am I a terrible swimmer, but I’m clumsy to boot. How can you bear to be seen with me?” He laughed. “You don’t strike me as the unconfident type.” He handed me a napkin to mop up the juice while sweeping some of the glass into a pile. “I will say, it’s not every day I get rescued twice in 24-hours. First the towel, now this… you must have a knack for being in the right place at the right time.” He chuckled, standing up and brushing his hands off. He leaned in and whispered, “Maybe you have a knack for needing rescuing.” I giggled. We stood there for a moment, smiling at each other. I could tell the moment was about to pass, so I said quickly, “So, what’s a guy like you do on a morning off?” “Nothing much. I was just finishing my book.” He gestured toward the table where his croissant and novel waited. “Then I was thinking of heading to the spa.” “The spa?” I feigned disinterest. “Huh. Must be a nice perk of the job.” He shrugged. “My buddy works there. He hooks me up on the downlow.” “Well, I won’t tell.” I lowered my voice to a whisper and added, “I know how to keep a secret.” He bit back a smile. “Anyway, thanks for your help. I’ll let you get to the spa,” I grabbed my book, leaving my plate of food uneaten on the table. “I was actually thinking of heading there in a bit, funnily enough. But I’ll wait. I don’t want to cramp your style on your off day.” I looked away, but out of the corner of my eye I could see him wrestling whether to say something. Finally he scratched the back of his head and said, “Don’t worry about it. We can walk there together if you want.” My eyes lit up. “Really? You don’t mind?” He smiled. “It’d be nice to have the company.” We didn’t hold hands on the walk to the spa, sadly, but I still considered our flirtation to be progressing nicely. When we arrived, the lobby was bustling, with guests milling around in plush robes and only a single receptionist sitting behind the desk looking frazzled. Mateo stepped up to the desk to check in, only to frown as the receptionist looked at him in despair. “No openings?” I asked when he walked back toward me. “They’re overbooked and understaffed,” he said with a sigh. “My buddy called out so I couldn’t get a massage even if I wanted to.” “That’s a shame,” I said, shaking my head. “I know you were looking forward to a good rubdown.” “I think they’ll be free later in the day if you want to make an appointment–” “No, don’t worry about it,” I said casually. A sudden thought came into my head and I ran with it. “Hey, you know what? Crazy coincidence, I’m actually in school for massage therapy. What if I gave you a massage?” He raised an eyebrow. “I know, I know. Busman’s holiday, am I right? I really just like getting practice wherever I can.” He hesitated, crossing his arms. “We’re really not supposed to fraternize with the guests.” “So you guys are allowed to massage me but I can’t massage you? That seems a bit silly. What is this, North Korea?” He cocked his head. “I mean, where would we even do it?” I shrugged. “Well, my nice, luxurious hotel room of course. It’s comfortable, private…” He frowned. “I don’t know, Leo.” “Oh come on,” I said, flashing what I hoped was a disarming smile. “I swear, I’m a quick learner and I have hands like one of those cats kneading dough. Please, it’s the least I can do after you rescued me this morning.” He smiled. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.” “Trust me, you’ll be doing me a favor,” I said with a smile. “I need all the feedback I can get.” He laughed. “Fine. But if you’re terrible, I’m cutting it short.” “Deal!” He seemed nervous on the elevator ride up to my room. I’m sure he was worried about his boss spotting us, but we didn’t run into any hotel staff except for one of the cleaning ladies pushing a cart down the hallway. When we got to my suite, I unlocked the door with my key card and gestured him inside. “Welcome to Spa Leo.” He rolled his eyes, grinning as he stepped into my room. He looked around the place, soaking in the natural decor. “Nice room,” he said. “Your parents must really love you.” “Or they just don’t trust me to stay on my own. Anyway, make yourself comfortable.” “They’re not… gonna be back soon, are they?” he asked, kicking off his sandals and settling on the couch. “Nope,” I said, hoping against hope that that was true. “We’ve got the place to ourselves the whole morning.” He spread his arms out on the couch and looked around. “So, where’s this massage table of yours?” I swallowed. “Uh…” I thought frantically for a moment about what we could use, then suddenly remembered the pull-out cot in the closet. “One sec.” I grabbed the cot from the closet and waved him over. “We’re improvising. Follow me!” We walked into my bedroom, where I set up the cot in the middle of the floor by the bed. “Go ahead and get comfortable.” He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a toned, sun-kissed torso that made me start to leak in my shorts. “This okay?” “Perfect,” I said, my voice cracking. I grabbed a bottle of lotion from the bathroom (not exactly massage oil, but then again, I wasn’t really a masseuse). He stretched out on the cot, face down, his arms folded under his head. I climbed up beside him, crouching awkwardly on my knees. Should I straddle him? How would a professional do it? Fuck it. I swung my leg to the other side of him so that I was sitting on his back. “Alright, let’s get started,” I said, trying to sound professional. I squirted a bit of lotion on my hands and spread it around before placing them delicately on his back. His skin was warm beneath my fingertips, smooth but firm over the defined muscles of his shoulders. The curve of his back shifted slowly with every breath, the muscles flexing and relaxing under my touch. A little thrill ran through me as my palms pressed into his skin and I began kneading his shoulders. “How long have you been in massage school?” I shifted my body so he couldn’t feel my growing erection and tried to come up with a length of time that sounded realistic but like I wasn’t totally new to this. “Three years.” He let out a low sigh as I worked out the knot in one of his shoulders (at least I think it was a knot–it may have been one of his shoulder blades). “That feels nice.” Emboldened, I slid further down his back, massaging the many muscles I didn’t know the names of but turned me on anyway. To my surprise, I was actually kind of good at this, at least as far as his reaction was concerned. I pressed my thumbs into his skin, rubbing them in slow, deliberate circles. This was my first time actually getting to appreciate a man’s body up close. With Kevin, I barely got a makeout session in, whereas Brock liked to dump a load in my mouth and then skedaddle. Now I had a semi-naked man underneath me, and I was free to squeeze, rub, and tug to my heart’s content. He was still wearing those damn shorts, though they were thin cotton, so I was able to feel his ass underneath me. It was round and muscular, and despite being a complete and utter bottom, I was kind of curious about feeling it. I massaged his lower back above his ass cheeks, where a thin layer of hair sat like a masculine tramp stamp. “Oh, that feels nice,” he moaned, so I leaned into the area with my elbow to get in deeper. My face was only inches from his ass now. I leaned in closer and took a delicate sniff. Fuck. He smelled good. I don’t know if it was his balls or what, but the masculine musk wafting from his junk made me go to full hardness almost instantly. I slid my fingers down his leg, feeling the soft hairs on his skin as I worked the muscles up and down his thigh. “Does that feel good?” I asked softly. He answered me with a moan. Hardly daring to push things further, I worked on his other leg, getting closer and closer to the leg of his shorts as I worked the muscle. Hesitantly, I slipped my fingers an inch or two inside his inseam, kneading his skin in little circles. “I could massage your glutes if you wanted,” I said, trying to sound professional. “Uh, okay,” he said, his voice muffled by the cot. “You can either remove your shorts or keep them on, it’s up to you,” I said nonchalantly. He tilted his head and looked at me quizzically. I smiled. “Trust me, I’ve done this plenty of times. I’m a professional.” He nodded. “Okay.” He reached back and slowly started to slide his shorts down. I watched in awe, trying not to drool on him. I kept expecting to see the waistband of his underwear pop into view, but as he pulled them down, I was surprised to see he was going commando. FUCK. YES. His ass was round and fuzzy, covered in a light down of soft black hair. I had never seen anything so delicious in my life. I almost whimpered as he slid his shorts down past his knees before kicking them off the cot. As he did so, his legs spread just a bit, showing me a peek of his hole and his big, hairy balls. Holy shit. Was this what my father saw every time he pried a guy open and worked his way inside him? If so, I could understand why people topped. Mateo’s ass was beautiful–strong, slightly furry, so inviting that I wondered if perhaps I had been mistaken about being a bottom after all. Okay, let’s not be ridiculous. I may appreciate a man’s hairy ass, but only because I’m human. “Everything okay?” I realized I had been staring silently at his ass for far too long, so I quickly grabbed his cheeks and started kneading them. “Just getting some more lotion.” His ass felt so good in my hands–firm, fuzzy, juicy. As I squeezed his cheeks, rolling my thumbs in a circle, they spread slightly to reveal his hole again. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, almost hypnotic the way it appeared and disappeared with the motion of my hands. I felt it drawing me in, beckoning to me. Come closer, Leo. Look at me. Smell me. Taste me. I was powerless to it. I leaned in closer, my nose so close it was almost touching it. I breathed in deeply, his scent nearly knocking me flat on my feet. Fuck, I wanted to taste him. What was happening to me? Was I becoming my father? That would be insane. Yet here was his hole, so warm and puckered and…tempting. My mouth opened and my tongue was out before I could stop myself. But just as I was about to reach out and take a lick, I saw something that took my breath away. It was just laying there against the cot, the extra ring of skin stretched tightly around the head. The tip oozed with a little bit of clear liquid, leaving a small dark spot on the cot underneath it. Mateo’s cock was rock hard, pressed tightly against the bed as it poked out from behind his saggy ballsack. That was all the encouragement I needed. I closed my eyes and plunged off the deep end, burying my tongue as deeply in Mateo’s ass as I possibly could. “Jesus FUCKING Christ!” he exclaimed, his head shooting up off the bed. He looked back at me, eyes wide as I munched the fuck out of those cheeks. He tasted even better than he smelled, if that was possible. We locked eyes as I rolled my tongue around the outside of his hole, burrowing deeper and deeper inward. His brow furrowed in a kind of desperate surrender, his eyes rolling back slightly as he pressed his face back into the mat. “Ugh… cómete ese culo…” He pushed his ass backward, lifting it off the mat and sending his balls swinging back against my chin. I grabbed his left ass cheek with one hand and spread it wide, using my other hand to grip his cock and start pumping it. His cock wasn’t the longest I’d ever seen, but it was thick and felt amazing in my hand. I curled my tongue inside him, lapping up his asshole as I stroked his heavy cock. Dangling balls thrust into my chin again and again. Low, needy moans begged for more. Fuck, this was incredible. I got plenty of practice sucking cock with Brock, but ass eating was something else entirely. In a matter of seconds, I’d reduced this hunky, masculine stud into a whimpering mess with nothing but my tongue and a couple of quick strokes. There was power in this, more so than with dick sucking. I pulled my tongue out of Mateo’s asshole and buried my nose into his hole, lapping up the underside of his balls with my tongue. “Joder… don’t stop!” he cried. I jerked his cock even faster, drunk on my newfound power. I knew that the end goal was to get fucked, and I was still planning on turning him over and sitting on his cock, but I couldn’t pull myself away from his ass. It was so yummy, so wet, so fucking delicious that I had to taste it just a little more. Mateo’s legs started to shake as he whimpered, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” There was a loud bang as the door burst open and a deep, booming voice called, “Who’s ready for snorkeling!” I pulled my face out of Mateo’s ass and was greeted by the sight of my father standing at the door. His face was stretched in a big, beaming smile which quickly dropped as his eyes landed on Mateo. “Oh, fuck!” Mateo groaned. I felt his cock pulse in my hand, then the first splash of cum shot out of his cock. We all watched in silence as jets of cum streaked out and soaked the cot. It may have been the embarrassment of it all, but it felt like it went on forever, just an endless ocean of cum firing out of Mateo’s cock and covering the cot in a sticky mess of fluids. “Leo? I hope you’ve packed your fins!” The sound of my mother’s voice in the other room snapped us all back to attention. My father and I locked eyes, then he quickly shut the door behind him. “Be out in a minute, hon!” “What the fuck are you doing here?” I hissed, Mateo’s deflating cock still gripped tightly in my hand. “We have to leave for snorkeling in ten minutes. I told you about this yesterday!” Mateo scrambled off the cot and grabbed his shorts off the floor, pulling them on so fast he almost fell over. “I gotta get out of here.” I glared at my father. “You said that wasn’t until noon.” “It’s 11:45!” Fuck. That’s what I get for sleeping in so late. Mateo threw his t-shirt back on, then slid past my father to the door. He opened it to reveal my mother, who was wearing a big floppy sun hat with her nose covered in suntan lotion. “Oh! Hello,” she said, surprised. Mateo’s face turned beet red. “Hi. Uh… just… delivering towels.” He slipped past her and fled our hotel room as fast as he could. She watched him go, then turned back to us and let out a little chuckle. “I am telling you, the level of service here is incredible. Five stars, really!” She eyed the cot, then narrowed her eyes in confusion. “What’s that doing out?” I threw myself back on it, covering the streaks of Mateo’s cum with my body. “Just thought I’d try it out, see if it’s more comfortable than the bed.” She shook her head. “Really, Leo. It's a luxury resort and you think the cot’s more comfortable than the bed? I swear, sometimes I don’t know where your head’s at.” She turned to leave, calling back, “I’ll see you boys downstairs! I’m gonna grab a bottle of wine for the boat ride.” Once she’d left, Dad turned back to me. “Well, I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d do it.” I pulled off my cum-soaked shirt and rifled through my dresser for a tank-top. “If you hadn’t scared him off, maybe I would have sealed the deal.” He smirked. “If he’s that skittish, maybe he’s not the guy for you.” “That’s not your call to make!” He crossed his arms and sighed. “Leo, come on. You promised you’d be present for this trip. Your mother is really looking forward to snorkeling. Will you please check the attitude and be a good sport? For her sake?” I grabbed a bright pink thong swimsuit out of my dresser and thrust it closed. “Fine. But for Mom, not for you.” His face faltered for a moment, a flicker of hurt that quickly disappeared with a huff and a nod. “See you downstairs.” The snorkeling boat was crowded, packed with ugly, fat tourists in brightly colored swimsuits. I watched a hideous child in water wings bounce around on its mother’s lap, giggling as she stared at it lovingly. Mom, of course, was in her element, a glass of wine in her hand as she peppered the captain with questions about the reef where we would be snorkeling. Dad pulled off his shirt and leaned back against the railing of the boat, his eyes closed as he soaked in the sun. I sat slouched in a corner of the boat, sulking. I couldn’t believe I’d come so close to getting fucked, AGAIN, only to have the rug pulled out from underneath me. As I watched Dad standing there, my mind swirling with resentful thoughts. He had everything–he was beefy, muscular, masculine. Even his big belly didn’t make him any less attractive. It’s not as if he ever had to worry about getting laid. He’d probably lost his virginity way before I had. People threw themselves at him all the time. Even that mother with the hideous baby was shooting him looks every few seconds, her unsuspecting husband obliviously rifling through a snorkeling guide on the bench beside her. Dad opened his eyes, saw me staring, and smiled at me. I turned my head, angry that he caught me looking. I didn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of my attention. The boat began to move, the engine roaring as it cut through the waves. I stared at the ocean, the sunlight glinting off the water, wishing I could be anywhere else. The resort began to recede in the background as we pushed off from the dock. I stared sadly at it, wishing I could just have a few hours of uninterrupted time with Mateo. If I could just get him alone without my dad hanging around… An idea began to form in my mind–terrible and impulsive. I couldn’t, could I? I looked back at my dad, whose eyes were closed again. Mom was still talking to the captain, her back turned to me. The rest of the crew was distracted, busy helping tourists with their snorkel gear. No one was paying attention to me. This was my chance. I stood, making my way to the edge of the boat. The water looked inviting, shimmering under the midday sun. I looked back at the dock, which was only a few yards away but growing further with every second. It was now or never. “Leo, what are you doing?” Dad’s voice rang out behind me, but I didn’t look back. I jumped. The water was fucking cold, but I surfaced quickly, gasping for air. The boat chugged away, the sound of the engine growing fainter as it moved further out to sea. “LEO!” Dad’s voice was furious now, carried by the wind. I looked back to see him leaning over the railing, staring at me. Then I began to swim, my heart racing in my chest. Could I actually pull this off? He wouldn’t come after me, right? The boat was too far away now, he’d never make it if he tried to swim. I pushed onward, swimming as fast as I could back to the pier. I reached it after a few minutes, pulling myself back up the ladder and onto the dry wood. I lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, then slowly sat up as I looked out at the ocean. The boat was tiny now, disappearing into the distance. I squinted, grinning as I realized the boat was still moving away from the shore. This was my chance! I had a couple of hours with no father to cockblock me. All I had to do was track down Mateo and finish what we started. I hurried back to the resort, speed-walking as I kept my eyes out for the sexy pool boy. I knew he’d said today was his day off, so I just had to hope that he hadn’t gone home yet. I wandered the resort grounds, looking for that distinctive smile and those floral shorts, but couldn’t see him anywhere. Frustrated, I stopped by the front desk, where that chubby manager was quietly berating the concierge. “Excuse me. Do you know if Mateo is still here?” He turned to face me, his look of annoyance turning into fake cheeriness. “Good afternoon! Mateo is off today, but I would be more than happy to–” “Yeah, I know he’s off,” I said irritably. “But he was around earlier. I was just wondering if he’d left.” Anthony’s smile faltered. “As I said, I would be happy to help you with whatever–” “LEO!” A shiver went through me as the sound of my dad’s booming voice reverberated throughout the front hall. I turned to see him striding toward me, dripping water all over the polished linoleum. He still had the life preserver around his waist, squeezed so tightly against his stomach that it was a surprise he managed to fit it around him at all. I froze, not knowing what to do, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of floral. I jerked my head around to see Mateo at the end of the hall, his hand hovering over the button to the elevator. I looked back at my dad, who had nearly halved the distance between us in the short time since he called my name. “Good afternoon, sir!” the manager called out to my father as he walked toward him. “Can I get you a towel?” I took that moment and made a break for it. I ran as fast as I could toward the elevator, ignoring my father’s angry voice calling after me. I got to the elevator just as the doors opened and Mateo stepped inside. “Hey!” I said casually, my voice completely out of breath. “Fancy… seeing you… here.” Mateo raised an eyebrow. “Leo? What are you–” “Leo Wyte! Don’t you dare get in that elevator!” I jumped in the elevator and jabbed the door close button as fast as I could. Mateo watched me in confusion as the doors shut just a second before my father could stop it. “Well, that was awkward earlier, huh?” I said, wincing. “Listen, Leo.” Mateo lifted his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t wanna give you the wrong idea.” “Wrong idea? What wrong idea?” He sighed. “I think you’re cute and all, but this isn’t gonna happen.” I frowned. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” He gestured toward the doors. “If my boss finds out I’ve been fraternizing with a guest, I’ll get fired. And besides, your dad is probably running up the stairs right now to come find you.” I reached out my fist and jabbed the red emergency stop button. The elevator came to a sudden, jerky halt. Mateo looked at me like I was nuts. “What the fuck?” “There.” I folded my arms. “Now we have all the time in the world.” “Leo,” said Mateo, his breathing growing fast and heavy. “What did you do?” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry. I just wanted to give us some privacy.” I put my arms around his neck and smiled sweetly. “I only need a few minutes, promise.” Mateo unhooked my arms and pointed at the control panel. “Turn it back on. Now.” I scoffed. “Oh come on–” “Now!” he snapped. I glared at him. “Fine. God forbid a girl try to have some fun on vacation.” I pressed the button again. Nothing happened. “What’s going on?” Mateo asked, his voice strangely high. I frowned. “I don’t know…” I pressed the button again, but still nothing happened. “Are you supposed to pull it out or something–” “No, you just push it,” Mateo said quickly. He pushed me aside and jabbed at the button, but the elevator remained stuck. He hit every button on the wall, but still nothing happened. “Oh fuck. Maldito idiota!” He sat with his back against the wall, his face in his hands as he rocked slowly back and forth. I stared at him with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, don’t know what that means, but it did not sound very kind. What’s your deal? The elevator is just stuck. I’m sure it’ll be fixed any minute now.” He shook his head. “No, it won’t. This thing is a piece of shit. Last time it broke down it took hours to fix. Fuck, the one time I decide to get on this goddamn elevator it breaks down. Shit!” I squinted at him. “Are you… afraid of elevators or something?” His breathing grew more erratic as he rocked back and forth. “I don’t do good in small spaces.” I winced. “Ah. Whoops.” I sat down next to him and put my hand on his back. “There, there,” I said weakly. He put his face in his hands again and started whimpering. Before I could think of anything else to say, a muffled voice rang out from above. “Leo?” My stomach dropped. Of course it would be him. My father’s voice carried down into the elevator shaft. “Leo? Are you in there? What’s going on?” I got to my feet, jamming the close door button even though they were firmly shut and we were hopelessly trapped. “No! Nothing’s happening! We’re fine!” The elevator made a groaning sound. Mateo let out a small yelp. “Leo, Anthony’s here with me. Hold tight–we’re going to get you out.” Mateo bolted upright. “Oh, thank God. We’re in here! Help us!” That was a little dramatic for my tastes, but whatever. I sat down in the corner, pouting, as the elevator rang with heavy bangs and the sound of a mechanical creak. Finally the doors began to slowly slide open. As the gap widened, I could see we were stuck between floors. My father and the resort manager were crouched on the upper level, peering in on us. “Leo,” my father said sternly. “What did you do?” “What makes you think I did anything?” “He broke the elevator!” Mateo called out. I shot him a glare. Fucking narc. “Just come on,” said my father. He reached his big, burly arm through the gap and extended his hand toward me. “I’ll pull you out first.” I bristled. “I’m fine. Get HIM out!” I gestured at Mateo, who was clinging to the wall of the elevator as though he might fly away. Mateo shook his head. “No. No, I can’t–I can’t climb through there.” “You’re fine,” my dad said soothingly. “Just take my hand, I’ll help you.” The color drained from Mateo’s face. “I can’t… what if it moves again and chops me in half, like in that movie!” I rolled my eyes and grabbed my dad’s hand. “Fine. I’ll go first and show you how easy it is.” I braced my feet against the wall, awkwardly scrambling up as my father pulled me through the small gap. It wasn’t pretty, and I’m pretty sure Mateo got a front row seat to my ass crack, but finally I scrambled through onto the flat surface of the second floor. Dad took me in his arms and squeezed the life out of me. “Don’t you ever do that again!” His voice was gruff, but his hands were gentle as he softly stroked my hair. I pushed him away and gestured to the elevator. “I’m fine. Go get him out, he’s the little pussy that can’t handle closed spaces.” Dad crouched down and leaned through the gap again. “Take my hand, Mateo.” I heard Mateo’s voice, weak and shrill. “No, I can’t!” Before I knew what was happening, my father had squeezed through the gap and lowered himself into the elevator. “Dad, what are you doing?” I peered through the gap and hissed, “Just get him out, you don’t need to–” Suddenly the elevator groaned ominously, and with a jolt, dropped a few feet. I blinked in surprise as my father and Mateo disappeared from view. For a moment, I had the terrifying thought that something may have happened to my father and Mateo, something that was entirely my fault. But as I peered through the gap in the doors, I could see the top of the elevator had stopped just a few inches below us. “Dad! Dad, can you hear me?” I pressed my ear against the opening to the elevator shaft, but couldn’t hear any response. “What the fuck?” I said, turning to the resort manager. He looked at me apologetically. “So sorry about all this. Uh… I’m sure they’re fine.” “What the hell kind of shitty elevator system do you people have going on here?” I said angrily. He swallowed. “The technician is on his way. He’ll be able to get it fixed in no time.” “How do we know they’re okay in there?” He pointed back toward the stairwell. “There’s a security camera system in my office. We can watch from there.” I followed him to his office, a mix of guilt and anger swirling in my stomach. Why was it that every one of my plans was a bust? And of course Dad would come out of this looking like a hero, AGAIN. But if I was being honest (which I rarely am), I was riddled with anxiety. What if something happened to my dad? As much as he annoyed me sometimes, it would fucking kill me if he got hurt because of me. Naturally, I don’t like to embrace thoughts like that, so I shook it off and soldiered on with brave petulance. The control room was lined with computers showing security feeds of various parts of the hotel. Anthony pressed a few buttons and one of the monitors lit up. The screen showed a grainy black-and-white view of the inside of the elevator. I leaned forward, squinting to see my dad crouched beside Mateo. Mateo was on the floor again, knees pulled to his chest, breathing hard. “What’s he doing?” I muttered. “Can you turn the sound on?” I asked the manager. He pressed another button and audio from the elevator started pouring out through the speakers. “Breathe with me,” my father said, his deep voice sounding scratchy through the low-quality speakers. “Can we talk to them?” I asked. Anthony gave me an awkward grimace. “The intercom system is kind of sketchy. I’ve been meaning to get it replaced, but–” “I don’t think I can do this.” Mateo’s voice rang out through the speakers. I turned to see him shaking his head, then my father putting his hands on his shoulders. “With me,” he said gently. “In for four seconds… that’s it… then out for four seconds… good.” Mateo looked up at my dad, his lip trembling. “I’m so fucking scared.” Dad put his hand on his cheek and stroked it softly. “I know. I’m here.” Mateo grabbed his hand and held it tightly against his face. With his other hand, my father reached up and gently stroked Mateo’s hair. “No,” I whispered, my stomach curling in a knot. “No, no, no–” “Hey,” said my dad. “Look at me. Just for a second.” Mateo looked up at my dad, his eyes wide. “You ever been on a boat in rough water? You know, where it’s rocking back and forth, and you can’t do a damn thing about it?” Mateo nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” Dad smiled. “I used to be terrified of sailing. So seasick I’d puke before we even pushed off from the harbor. But I found a trick to help me get through it. You know what that is?” Mateo shook his head. Dad smiled a little. “I find something steady and focus on it. The horizon, a handrail… or someone’s face. I just stare at it and tune everything else out.” He looked around the tiny elevator and grinned. “There’s not a lot of options in here, but you pick.” He winked. “I think I’ve got a pretty steady face, don’t you?” Mateo managed a faint, shaky laugh. “That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard.” “I’m here all week,” my dad said with a grin. “Now come on–just keep your eyes on me and breathe with me. That’s it.” Mateo took several deep breaths, his eyes locked on my father’s. Anthony and I watched in awkward silence. I got the sense that we were both curious as to what would happen next. After a moment, Dad let out a chuckle. “What’s so funny?” Mateo asked, his voice a bit lighter than before. “Nothing, I just… I guess I can see why my son is so interested in you.” My face grew red, as I’m sure Mateo’s did as well. Of fucking course. “That’s sweet,” he said quietly. “Seriously,” my dad said, his eyes still trained on Mateo’s. “If I was his age, I’d probably be making moves on you as well.” Mateo laughed, his body relaxing slightly. “You… you would?” Dad grinned. “Hell yeah. And I wouldn’t need to trap you in an elevator, either.” Wow, thanks a fucking lot! “What… I mean, what would you have done?” Mateo was looking shyly up at my father now. Dad licked his lips. “Well, let’s see. I’d probably start simple. Compliment your smile, for example. Not too much, but just enough to let you know I noticed.” Mateo grinned. “My smile? That’s a little basic, don’t you think?” “Well, you do have a killer smile,” my dad said, his voice low and teasing. “Then I’d try to make you laugh.” “Oh yeah? How?” “Mm, something like, ‘Are all the employees as easy on the eyes as you, or do they pay you extra for that?’” Mateo let out a loud laugh. “Okay, that’s really dumb.” Dad winked. “Got you laughing, didn’t it?” I turned to the manager. “When is this fucking technician arriving?” He grimaced again. “He should be here any minute.” “What next?” The sound of Mateo’s voice turned our attention back to the screen. “I’d probably ask you questions about yourself.” “Like what?” “Hmmm… like what do you like to do outside of work? What time do you get off? Do you like it gentle or rough?” Even through the grainy monitor, I could see the energy in the elevator shifting. Mateo’s eyes were locked on my father, and there was a hunger in there that sadly I had never seen before. Before anything could happen, however, the elevator jolted slightly and Mateo gripped my father’s arm tightly. “Keep looking at me,” my father said, his voice strong and commanding. “Don’t lose focus. Just breathe.” They breathed together for a few seconds, Mateo’s eyes wide with fright. Their faces were close now–closer than before. I watched in annoyance as my father leaned in and pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to Mateo’s forehead. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. My stomach dropped as I saw Mateo’s head tilt upwards, his lips meeting my father’s in a desperate kiss. “You’ve GOT to be kidding me!” I cried out. Anthony looked over at me, bewildered. “What–” “You better go find that fucking technician RIGHT NOW!” I snapped. He nodded, then scurried away. I turned back to the screen to see my father and Mateo kissing passionately, the sloppy sounds of their kisses coming out of the speaker as if I was right there in the room. My father was gripping the sides of Mateo’s face, pulling him in as their tongues battled hungrily. The younger man’s hands rested against my father’s beefy chest, his body limp as a rag doll as my father devoured him. My dad grabbed the hem of Mateo’s shirt and started pulling it slowly up, revealing the tanned skin of his torso and his light brown nipples. He yanked the shirt off over the boy’s head, then pulled off his own shirt, tossing both onto the floor beside them. Mateo put his hands on my father’s chest again, running his fingers through the forest of hair that covered him. He leaned in and took one of my father’s nipples in his mouth, licking it hungrily. Dad leaned back and sighed, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of Mateo’s mouth. Despite my annoyance at the situation, I could feel my dick getting hard. With the manager gone, I was alone in the control room, so I pulled my cock out of my bathing suit and started to stroke it. I watched as Dad ran his fingers through the man’s hair, then gripped it tightly as he yanked his head back and dove in for another kiss. Dad got to his feet, pulling Mateo up with him and pushing the younger man up against the elevator wall. He slipped his hands underneath Mateo’s shorts, squeezing his cheeks (those cheeks I knew so well!) as he kissed the younger man’s neck. Mateo whimpered in my father’s arms, holding the back of his head as my Dad hungrily sucked and kissed his neck. “Oh, Jud,” he moaned. “That feels so good…” He let out a little cry. From the motion of Dad’s arm, I assumed my father had slipped his finger inside Mateo’s hole and was now stretching him open in preparation for his cock. Mateo’s eyes fluttered as he succumbed to my Dad’s probing fingers. Dad pulled back and the look in his eyes was feral. “Turn around. I need to taste you.” Mateo pressed his face against the wall, whimpering as my father got to his knees and slowly lowered his floral shorts. Those round, fuzzy globes slowly peeked back into view for a moment before my father blocked it, planting little kisses on Mateo’s cheeks. He pulled the shorts down to Mateo’s ankles then, with the rough movements of a tradesman, spread his cheeks wide. From this angle, I couldn’t see Mateo’s asshole, but the gasp my father let out reminded me of my own awe at seeing it for the first time. “You’re fucking beautiful,” my dad murmured, then dove into Mateo’s ass with the ferocity of a wild animal. Mateo’s fingers curled against the wall, his body shaking as my dad ate his hole. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and his body slumped slightly as the pleasure became too much for him to handle. Sounds of slurping and grunting blasted through the speaker, punctuated every once in a while by a wail from Mateo or a “Fuck, that’s good pussy,” from my father. After a few minutes of chowing down, my dad pulled his face away for a moment to give Mateo a sharp spank. “Does that feel good?” he asked. Mateo moaned weakly. “Yes.” Dad’s face stretched in an evil grin. He gave Mateo’s pussy a lick and said, “Even better than my son?” My face burned as Mateo nodded and said, “Oh, God yes!” To my surprise, that made me even harder than before. Humiliated, my cock was leaking like crazy as I stroked it faster. Dad got to his feet, his left hand still holding Mateo’s ass cheeks apart. “Are you ready to feel me inside you?” “Yes,” Mateo said with a whimper. “So tell me,” Dad said as he undid the drawstring to his bathing suit and let it fall to the ground. “Which is it? Gentle? Or rough?” Mateo’s legs were shaking as he saw my father’s thick, engorged cock pointed right at him. “I… I…” Dad smirked as he pressed the head of his cock against Mateo’s hole. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what you want.” “Don’t do it, Mateo!” I shouted at the screen. “Don’t let him put his big, dumb dick inside you!” Of course, neither of them could hear me. I watched helplessly as my father spit in his hand, gave it a quick swirl around his dick, then plunged balls-deep into Mateo in one fell swoop. Even MY asshole puckered watching that! But instead of screaming bloody murder like I would have, Mateo let out a cry of pleasure, pushed his ass back, and surrendered to my father’s thrusts. Even through the screen I could see the look of stupid joy on his face as Dad pummeled his asshole. It was a look I had seen several times before now, and I was starting to believe every man who took my father inside him felt the same blinding, mind-numbing ecstasy. Dad had one hand on Mateo’s shoulder and the other on his waist, holding him steady as he penetrated him with short, firm strokes. His face was hard with determination, his jaw rigid as he thrust his hips forward and up. A sudden thrust made Mateo’s eyes grow wide. “Oh… oh, fuck!” he cried. Dad grinned. “Found it. Always had a knack for finding a boy’s button.” He started fucking faster now, attacking Mateo’s prostate with the smug confidence only an older, experienced top could have. Mateo’s face was pressed against the wall, his legs shaking as he did everything he could to keep his ass in just the right place for my father’s penetrations. I watched them for a minute, captivated by the sounds of groaning, whimpering, and flesh smacking against flesh that came out of the speaker. Finally the exertion of getting his pussy railed by my dad proved too much for Mateo and his legs gave out, sending him tumbling to the floor. My father, ever the champ, kept a firm grip on the boy’s waist, his cock remaining firmly lodged inside him. He was on top of him now, his weight crushing the younger man into the elevator’s carpet as he continued humping him. Mateo’s hand reached back and gripped my father’s ass cheek, squeezing his flesh as if holding on for dear life. Dad leaned in and nibbled on Mateo’s ear. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said in between grunts. “Warm… wet… just like I thought you’d be…” “Oh…” Mateo moaned weakly. “I’ve wanted to feel you wrapped around my dick since I saw you with my son by the pool.” “Mmm… oh, señor, that feels so good…” “Push back into me… that’s it…” Mateo’s ass was lifted off the ground now, his back arched to allow my father deeper access into his rectum. His hand was between his legs, weakly jerking himself off as Dad heaved against him. “Fuck, boy,” Dad groaned. “You’re gonna make me cum.” “Sí,” Mateo moaned. “I want it.” “Where?” “Inside…” Dad pulled out, his cock wet with Mateo’s juices. “Then I wanna look in your eyes as I seed you.” He grabbed Mateo’s waist, flipped him over, and sank back into him in one quick stroke. He held the back of Mateo’s head, their eyes locked as he worked back up to his orgasm. Little drops of sweat fell from his forehead onto Mateo’s, but the pool boy never looked away. I had never seen this kind of connection between two people before, this unspoken communication. Strangely, I found myself feeling jealous of Mateo. Who was he to share this connection with my dad? I was his son, I was the one who should be bonding with him, not this stranger we only met yesterday. I mean, not that I wanted to have sex with him, of course. I was just jealous of their closeness, that’s all. A sudden groaning sound from the elevator snapped Mateo out of his lustful haze. His eyes darted left and right, but my father held him tighter and said, “Don’t look away. Keep looking at me. That’s it. I’ve got you. Daddy’s got you. I’m almost there. I can’t wait to cum in you, boy.” I was on the edge of my seat when the sound of the door to the control room being opened nearly gave me a heart attack. “The technician is here!” said the manager. “He’s downstairs in the maintenance room fixing it right now. If you’ll come with me…” Reluctantly, I pried myself away from the screen. I tucked my cock into the waistband of my speedos, holding my hands over it to block my obvious erection. I followed the manager down the stairs and into some back room full of control boxes and electrical wiring. A man in a sweaty gray jumpsuit stood in front of a large metal control panel, tinkering away at the wires spilling out in every direction. “How much longer?” The manager asked, his voice sharp with impatience. “Almost there,” the technician said without looking up. “System’s resetting now. Should have the car moving in a minute.” “Again, so sorry about this,” the manager said to me. “We will absolutely offer you a 10% refund on your stay–” “Got it!” The technician closed the cabinet and looked triumphantly at the manager. “Doors should open as soon as the car levels with the floor.” The manager nodded briskly and gestured for me to follow him out of the room. We hurried up the stairs and down the hallway to the elevator, where the doors were just beginning to creak open. “Sir, I am so, so sorr–” The manager’s words were cut short by the sight that greeted us within the elevator. My father’s naked, sweaty, hairy body enveloped Mateo’s smaller frame, his arms wrapped tightly around the younger man. His eyes were shut, his face stretched tight in intense concentration as he cried out, “Fuck… here it comes!” The manager and I watched in frozen shock as my dad’s body jerked several times, his cock undoubtedly spewing his seed deep, deep inside Mateo’s guts. Mateo’s face was buried against my father’s chest, so I couldn’t see his reaction, but from the way he held my father’s ass cheeks for dear life, it was clear he was doing just fine. Dad’s breathing grew slower as his orgasm drew to a close, and he leaned his sweaty forehead against Mateo’s shoulder and let out a laugh. “Fuck, you know how to deliver five-star service.” I cleared my throat, at which point my father looked up and saw us standing there. “Oh, hey kiddo,” he said casually. “Glad to see you made it.” “So much for keeping your distance,” I muttered, glowering. “What on Earth is going on here, Mateo?” said Anthony. Mateo lifted his head from my father’s chest and looked at me, then the manager. The sight of Anthony frowning down at him made him bolt upright. “Uh… it’s not what it looks like!” The manager scoffed. “Gentleman, I think we should continue this conversation elsewhere. Mateo, put your clothes on and see me in my office. I think it’s time we reconsider your future here at the Paradisus.” Mateo grabbed his clothes and started dressing sheepishly. Dad got to his feet, his cock still slightly engorged, and walked over to the manager. “Oh, come now, Anthony. It’s all just a big misunderstanding,” he said, clapping him on the shoulder with a big, sweaty hand. Anthony gazed down at my father’s swinging cock, swallowed, and shook his head. “I’m terribly sorry for your experience. But this is not the kind of behavior I can condone from my employees.” Dad put his arm around him and pulled him off to the side. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I saw the manager slowly grow less tense and more relaxed. Dad leaned in his ear and whispered something that made him giggle, and he nodded. Dad then walked over to Mateo, who had gotten dressed now, and gave him a pat on the cheek. “Don’t worry, kid. It’s all settled. Sorry about all this mess, though if there’s anyone I’d like to be stuck in an elevator with, it’s you.” Mateo blushed. “Gracias. Thank you for… helping me through it.” He shot me a look of embarrassment, then pushed past me and disappeared down the hallway. “I hope you’re happy,” I said, folding my arms and trying to look disapproving. Dad gave a short laugh as he grabbed his bathing suit and pulled it back over his thick, meaty thighs. “You broke the deal when you bailed on the snorkeling trip, son,” he said, tucking his spent cock back into his bathing suit. I was about to argue when a loud voice shouted out from behind us, “THERE you guys are!” My mother bounded toward us, her skin flushed from the sun. “Ugh, you both missed an AMAZING snorkeling trip. The reef was so beautiful! We got to see all the beautiful fishies, and the vegetation… Oh, honey, you’re all wet,” she said to my dad, who was still sweaty from fucking Mateo. She turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Now I’m gonna need some kind of an explanation, Leo. I want to know what the hell that stunt was, jumping off the boat. And your father running after you, you could have drowned again!” Before I could answer, Dad put his arm around me and chuckled. “I think our brave adventurer here got cold feet about going out into the open ocean. But it’s all good. We had plenty of fun hanging out by the pool.” Mom smiled and put her hand on her heart. “Oh, boys. It’s just nice to finally see you two bonding.” She reached over and pressed the button for the elevator, which popped open. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go have a shower. Oh, Christ it reeks in here.” As the doors closed behind her, Dad leaned in and put his arm around me. “What do you say we call it even, son?” I rolled my eyes. “Even, huh?” He grinned. “At the very least, just don’t tell your mother.”

Trust me....he knows you want him and he is just waiting for you to make a move. I figured out that I could make my dad's cock hard at a young age and I became obsessed. I loved knowing he couldn't help but be turned on by us cuddling or talking about sex. Eventually, I got what I wanted and we started playing. Before long, we were having the most intense, amazing sex of both our lives. My advice....if he's giving you signals, go with it! My dad was very conflicted too at first, but once he got over it and we decided to see where things led, it opened up a whole new world for us. No regrets here!

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I woke up the next morning and did some stuff around the house. I washed clothes, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed and even cleaned the pool. I met my friends for early drinks and then came home kind of drunk around 9:30 pm. I was feeling horny. I went on BBRT and started to look up profiles again. I looked up the following. 60+yrs old Muscular, average, slim builds Top only Give load in ass, No taking load in ass Give load in mouth, Take load in mouth HIV+ Into kissing, BDSM I hit search. 22 profiles popped up in a 25 mile radius 15 were online I looked them over. There was hot dudes and some old trolls. Several caught my eye. One stood out. TOP 4 Fun and More Older top here. Looking for young guys to play with. I am into connections first then sex. Chemistry is important. Looking for LTR with bottom not one-night stands. I want our passion and pleasure to endure. I am open to convert those bottoms who are worthy. My cock got hard as I read his profile. I opened up his pics and he was handsome, tall and had a nice slim build. When I opened his cock pic my jaw dropped. It was 10" and thick. He had a PA in some pics and none in others. He had what looked like a young slim bottom taking his whole cock. And then the next pic with a huge puddle of cum leaking out of his ass. I grabbed the dildo, lubed it and then shoved it in my ass. I slammed it home looking at this guys pic. It didn't take long for me to cum hard and shoot all over my stomach and bed. I hungrily licked it all up. I kept looking at other profiles and also found another hot one. Daddy looking for Boy Dominant Daddy Top POZ looking for sub boy for LTR. NO minors. Must be 19-28 yrs of age ideal. Must be willing to submit and serve my needs. Only those who are worthy get to be bred and marked by me. Live in situation possible and expected for a committed sub. His pics were hot too. He had a strong face with a beard. He had a daddy bear build to him and a good 8" thick cock with a large PA ring. He had pics of him in leather and a sub in same. I got the dildo again but put it on the cushion and road hit hard. I was so horny. I rode it till I shot again all over the floor. I licked up and cleaned off the dildo. I read more profiles and just go horny again. I didn't know why I was so horny and I couldn't stop reading the profiles and looking at the photos. They all made me so horny. This time I jacked off my cock with lube and squeezed it hard. I was so desperate to cum again even though I had just cum 10 minutes ago but I didn't care. Finally I came with a dribble but it felt good. I was spent and tired and fell asleep.

“Scout… what just happened?” My voice came out rough. “I—I didn’t mean for it to go there.” He shook his head gently. Calm. Certain. “Yeah, you did, Coach. And it’s okay.” He swallowed, then met my eyes. “It’s what I wanted. I wanted you to be my first. I trusted you with that.” The words landed heavier than anything that had come before. Not lust. Not heat. Something far more dangerous—meaning. The room felt suddenly smaller. Quieter. Like everything had narrowed down to that one truth, hanging between us, impossible to ignore. He wanted me to take his virginity, but I remember Scout begging me to stop. He was screaming in pain. “I loved it, Coach. I always fantasised you taking my virginity unforgivingly from the moment I first watched you jerking off in the showers.” Fuck! I knew someone was watching me. I had that feeling. ‘Coach. I knew I wanted you to take it. I want you to force me to accept it. I didn’t want to pretend. I needed you to push me over the edge. Push me into feeling scared and actually not wanting it so I could truly feel what it is like for a grown man to take what he wants.’ “You wanted to feel like you were being… Raped.” “Not feel like it. To actually be raped. I wanted you to stop, Coach. I was in so much pain. I begged you to stop… I didn’t just want to feel disgusted by what was happening to me. I was disgusted by what was happening to me. I hated what you were doing to me. When you moaned, you weren’t wearing a condom, and you were fucking me raw. I felt fear-I crossed over the line. I was scared shitless. For that moment you owned me, I had no sexual desire.” He placed his hand on my sweaty inner thigh iches away from my cum soaked balls. “I felt violated… Ashamed of what I let happen to me. For that moment, I was broken, and you took advantage of it… When you calmed down from destroying my arse. We heard the knock on the door. I could tell you were genuinely shocked. You had no idea what to do or what to think. I had to make it clear.” “Make what clear?” “I wanted you to do that. It was my choice to let you do that.” We spoke for a long time. That whole time, he did not clean his beautiful face. He liked feeling disgusting. I lit a joint to help us relax and sat near Scout. Uncertain of how close I could be, I occasionally touch his thigh. It was electric. He always fantasised about being raped. He fantasised about me raping him. He needed it, he said. While I was happy it wasn't what I thought I had done, the jig was up. The public saw me, a former professional football player, with another man. This was going to hit the media. This was going to have repunctuations. Sure enough, it did. A few days later, it detonated across one of the biggest papers in the country. Front page. No mercy. An ex-Australian football player was found in bed with a man less than half his age. No nuance. No context. Just scandal, served cold. By midday, I was summoned to the school office. They already knew. The meeting was short. Clinical. Sanitised language wrapped around a blunt outcome. I lost my position. Lost the team. Lost the shot at finals. Years of sweat and sacrifice were erased in under ten minutes. Scout tried to contain the damage. Spoke to the press. Made it clear it was consensual. That he wanted to be with me. Took the heat onto himself to shield what little I had left. The school sent him to counselling anyway. Liability management. Reputation control. And then there were his parents. When I walked out of the office, banned from setting foot on school grounds, they were waiting. Scout stood between them, rigid. His mother’s belly was beginning to round beneath her coat — a quiet, visible truth I couldn’t unsee. His father stepped forward. No words. Just violence. The punch came hard and fast, snapping my head sideways. White noise filled my ears. The taste of blood bloomed across my tongue. I staggered, barely staying upright. “You slimy fucking faggot.” There was distaste in his tone, “You are disgusting, evil fuckin cunt.” He went to slog me another one, but Scout stepped in the way. “Dad. Stop!” “I’ll get you for this.” He walked away. His wife followed. I stood there, frozen, watching the small swell of her belly as they disappeared down the corridor. The reality hit me like delayed shock—slow, then all at once. She was carrying my child. And in that moment, the full geometry of what I’d done finally snapped into focus. I had fucked my future child’s sibling. As for Scout. He was on my door every night. I had no doubt his parents were not happy about it. For the first couple of nights, we just talked and got high. Flirted a lot. I felt conflicted. I’m not gay… Maybe I was… I couldn’t be… But damn, is Scout beautiful. His masculine body, youthful looks, sexy light blond hair on his arms and legs, and that peach bum. It all had me tingling. Things progressed fast. More flirting, slight touches, fewer clothes. It was like slowly unwrapping a birthday gift. It was teasing me. I had not flogged my cock in a few days by this point. Then we were getting into harder gear. I was feeling guilty. I knew Scout was not doing his usual training. He was with me every night. We snorted coke, smoked joints, and smoked the pipe. Partying in my apartment. Then, one night, I took a chance and went a little further. Scout was in the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of white jocks, joint hanging from his mouth, sitting on the couch, flicking through old CDs I collected. “Coach. Are CD’s still a thing?” He thought his sarcasm was funny. “I collected CD’s from heavy metal bands. My father got me into music before he passed away. I guess I just started collecting CD’s as a way of remembering him.” I slipped a CD into the player. Nirvana. Not heavy metal, but fucking awesome. I admired Scout from a distance. I rubbed my bare nipple at the thought of touching him. I caved to my conflicting feelings about my sexuality. I moved in. Touched his jaw. He lifted his head. His face inches from my crotch. Scout could see through my jeans, the outline of my rock-hard cock. “Scout. What are we doing?” He looked up at my bare chest and into my stern eyes. “You know this is wrong, Scout. You know I shouldn’t be exposing you to all these drugs… Touching you the way I am right now.” “I don’t care-I…” “I? What? Scout?” He paused for a moment. I could read all the heavy thoughts flipping past like a hand thumbing the pages of a book. “I want it. I want you, coach. I’m-“ “I’m what? Scout?” He looked away. I held his jaw and turned his face back. “You trust me?” “Yes… Yes, Coach, I trust you.” “You will do anything I say. Anything I want.” “Yes.” “Even if it hurts… Even if I hurt you when I fucked you.” “You own my life.” He almost wept. “Let’s put it to the test.” I stepped back, letting go of his jaw. “Go out onto the balcony, naked, face me and jerk yourself off.” Scout didn’t say a word. He got up, and I watched him slip his white jocks past his perky arse and to the floor. His erect dick flicked out, pointing to the sun. The tip of his knob was slightly poking out from his foreskin. I undid my jeans and sat in the very spot where Scout had been sitting. “Before you go out there, take this.” I tossed him a bottle of poppers. I saw a little grin from the corner of Scout’s mouth. He walked into the midday sun, glass doors wide open. He leaned against the balcony frame and faced me. Sun reflected off his broad shoulders and firm, smooth chest. “Now pull on your cock, boy.” We went to it without any hesitation. He kicked off, tossing slowly. Like he was putting on a show. I didn’t want that. That was not my intention. I wanted him to blow his load in public to test his loyalty. “Jerk faster.” I could see he was a little concerned. I could tell he was horny and would cum if he did. I wanted him to cum. I wanted his orgasm. He picked up the pace. “Take the poppers and take one long sniff in each nostril.” He moved the brown bottle up to his left nostril and breathed in. I counted to 10. “Hold it.” Scout held his breath. I counted to 10. “Let go.” He breathed out. “Next nostril.” I could already see the rush hit him as his pale skin heated to a burning red. He moved the brown bottle to his right nostril. “Breath in.” He did. I counted to 12. “Hold it.” His eyes were bloodshot. He was buzzing. “Hold it. Jerk your cock. Fast.” He followed my command. I watched as his grip held his cock tight while he jerked. His biceps flexed at every stroke. His face was red like a beetroot from the lack of air, and his lungs were full of amyl. I slowly stroked my own cock at the mesmerising visual. “Don’t stop jerking. Breath out.” Scout did. The rush hit him. “I’m gonna cum.” I could tell he was trying to slow down. “Don’t stop. Keep pulling.” He picked his pace back up, and it tipped him over the edge. “Oh fuck!.” He moaned as shot after shot of his cum erupted from his cock, taking his orgasm with every one of them. I watched his youthful pearly whites shoot and splatter across the balcony concrete. A couple of his shots hit the glass panel of the sliding door. His breathing subsided as the last of his load seeped out of the slit of his knob and built up around his thick foreskin. Then, shock his cock to flick it off. His show got me on the edge of cumming, and I had to stop touching myself. “Holy shit, Coach. That was hot.” Scout said as he walked back into the apartment. I stood up. Cock raging hard. I slipped out of my jeans completely. Scout looked back at his load splattered across the balcony’s concrete floor and glass sliding door. “That’s a lot of cum, boy.” “Should I clean it up?” “No. Leave it there.” I stepped behind him. Close. Cradles his tender body as my cock pressed against the smooth ass cheeks. “Want me to shower?” He turned his head into my shoulder as I kissed his neck. “Coach?” “No.” I nudged the back of his legs to encourage him to kneel. “What are you doing?” “You said you would do anything for me.” I pushed Scout down. His face was only inches away from the cummy mess he left on the concrete balcony. I pushed his face the rest of the way, smearing that cum over his beautiful face. Bent over, ass sticking in the air. I pulled his ass cheeks wide, revealing his tiny pink boy hole. It looked exactly how I saw it the first time. Fresh, youthful. Practically still virgin. My cock hovered just above it. A tiny bit of precum built up at the tip. “Coach. I just came… I don’t want to.” “You said I own your life.” “Yeah.” The breath from his voice splattered into his cum. “Prove it.” I placed my knob in his pink hole. Only the tiny bit of precum at the tip of my cock was between me and his perfect pink bit. I forced my cock in balls deep. Scout’s hole gripped tight. I didn’t care. Scout did not have the strength to overpower me. My hard, ridged cock forced through, pulling the tender skin of Scout’s tiny pink hole with it. He screamed in pain. I grabbed his white jock and shoved it deep in his mouth, slapped him across the back of his head, and power fucked him. His ass gripped with every thrust. I had no doubt I was doing damage. Sure enough, my fucking started to feel slick. I could see a bit of red on my cock every time I thrust outward. Scout screamed into his jock. Cum smearing his face. He tried with all his power to pull away. I pinned his arms behind his back. I hocked up a big ball of spit and spat it across his face. It mixed in with his cum. I drove in harder. There was fear in his bloodshot eyes. “Yeah, boy.’” His tight grip on my cock was now slick from his torn-up tunnel. I was sliding in and out of him with ease. I didn’t hold up. I was in a state of wildness. “Faggot!” My hunger was in overdrive. I wanted to break him. I was breaking him. I could feel it building up inside me. I was getting close. Closer. Closer. ‘Huh… Oh fuck! Yes!!’ I moaned out loud. I lost control and felt my orgasm tip over the scale. I erupted. Cock pulsed I was cumming. I didn’t stop fucking. Scout didn’t stop screaming. I was smashing into him. My cum shot inside him as I kept on going. His hole gaped around my cock from his loss of muscle control. My cock was slick with cum. Like tipping a bottle of water upside down and undoing the lid, I felt my energy pour out of me through my orgasm. There was so much cum that it splashed against my pelvis, matting my pubes to my skin. I lost all sense of time and felt myself slow down. My cock was getting way too sensitive, and I pulled out as I regained my breathing. Scout’s puffy red hole remained open for a moment. He had not regained muscle control. My cum gushed out in that moment. Slashed across the Scouts’ balls and thighs. Then, like spurs on coral in an oceanic reef, Scout’s bashed whole clams shut. My sense slowly came back. I’m still holding Scout’s ass cheeks apart. The sounds of sobs grab my attention. In my moment of complete lust, I completely forgot about Scout. His mouth was still jammed full of his jock, face covered in his cum and my spit and crying. Holly shit. I did it again. I let go of his thighs and step back. My cock, still semi-hard, swung back and forth with every step. Scout slumped to the side. Sunlight glistened over the purely white mess on his face. He avoided putting pressure on his arse as he sat up slightly. He was still sobbing as he moved his hand and pressed his fingers against his tender hole. He flinched, and I knew it stung him. Let me know what you think of the story so far. And tell me where you think it leads.

Long chapter here, but stick with it. Take it in small doses if you have to. --------------- Chapter 27: Monsters Inside Us Dressing room at InfraRed. 31-Oct-20XX. 22:08 MST. REDACTED location. The dressing room behind the InfraRed stage still pulsed faintly with the club’s rhythm, bass traveling through concrete and shelving in dull, physical waves. Colored light seeped under the door in smeared streaks of red and ultraviolet, painting the stacked liquor crates and tangled cables in uneasy shadow. The air carried heat, sweat, and disinfectant—but beneath it now lingered something else, metallic and sharp, like ozone after a lightning strike. That and the unmistakable smell of sex. Spencer leaned back against a tower of supply boxes, breathing hard. He had never been small. Even before tonight, Spencer’s body had been the kind built to command attention under strobes and mirrors—thick, stage-trained muscle layered across chest and shoulders, arms heavy with size, thighs carved dense from years of performance and conditioning. He’d always moved with the heavy grace of someone aware of how much space he occupied. Now that body was changing. Stag watched the shift with fixed, unwilling focus. It began as swelling—subtle only in comparison to how large Spencer already was. The muscle across his chest thickened further, pecs lifting and rounding until the skin stretched tight and gleaming. His shoulders broadened visibly, deltoids pushing outward into exaggerated domes of mass that seemed almost too large for his frame. Veins surfaced along his arms and across his torso, darkening beneath skin that was losing its warmth and sliding toward an unnatural grey. Spencer’s abdomen flexed as he drew in a breath. Even the deeply-cut definition there deepened, each segment of muscle pressing forward more prominently, as though something inside him demanded expansion. His biceps swelled when he shifted his hands against the concrete, bulging larger than they had any right to be—thick cords stacked atop one another, veins crawling over them in blackened tracery. The transformation didn’t make him misshapen. It made him excessive. Grotesquely, overwhelmingly muscular—like a bodybuilder pushed past biological limits and then hardened further into something denser and more powerful than flesh alone should allow. What had been a gift from God before was now a twisted, corrupted thing straight from hell. His fingers curled slightly where they rested. The nails had changed. Longer. Sharper. Edges no longer smooth but faintly hooked, catching the leaking club light in thin, dangerous glints. When Spencer inhaled again, his chest expanded wider than before, ribcage stretching to accommodate the new mass. His throat moved as he swallowed, and when his lips parted, Stag saw the shift in his teeth—canines lengthened, points clean and predatory against the darkening tone of his mouth. Spencer’s eyes opened slowly. They were darker already, the color draining toward black, depthless and reflective. Awareness settled into them with frightening speed—not confusion, not fear, but a clear recalibration, as though he were assessing a new body and finding it entirely acceptable. They landed on Stag. And stayed. The connection ignited a heartbeat later. Stag felt it move through him—the thread snapping taut between them, the newly shared awareness brushing along his mind. Spencer’s perception bled faintly into his own: sound sharpened, heat signatures of moving bodies beyond the door, the living press of the club outside the walls. Spencer pushed himself upright. The motion was smoother than it had any right to be for someone whose mass had just increased so drastically. His center of gravity had shifted, but he compensated instantly, spine straightening, shoulders rolling back to test the new range. The muscles along his back bunched and slid under greying skin, thicker than before, layered like armor plates. He looked bigger standing than he had lying down. Not merely tall or broad—but heavy with power, density packed into every line of him until he seemed carved rather than grown. Stag felt the instinctive claim rise in him before he could stop it. Mine. He crushed the thought down immediately, jaw tightening. Spencer took a step toward the door, gaze already drifting outward toward the living movement beyond the room—the dance floor, the bodies, the pulse of potential hosts. Stag moved in front of him without thinking. The gesture wasn’t aggressive. It wasn’t overtly controlling. But it blocked the exit all the same, his body placed between Spencer and the club beyond. Spencer paused. His head tilted slightly as he studied Stag with those deepening black eyes. There was no fear in him, no lingering confusion from the infection. Only recognition—and the faintest edge of detachment. The new network hummed between them. Spencer’s awareness touched Stag’s thoughts lightly, almost curiously, and Stag felt the subtle pushback beneath it: not rejection, not anger—simply independence reasserting itself inside the bond. Stag felt something colder than victory settle into his chest. Spencer’s gaze moved past him again, toward the door. Toward the world. And Stag, watching the man he had just remade grow larger, stronger, and already slipping beyond his reach, understood with sudden clarity that infection had not made Spencer his. It had only made Spencer more himself. The storage room door burst open hard enough to rattle the metal shelving. The music from the main floor flooded in for a second—sweat, lights, bodies—before the door slammed back against the stopper. The club owner stood in the doorway, face flushed and furious, shirt half-unbuttoned and tie hanging loose around his neck. “What the hell is going on back here?” he snapped, eyes jumping from the overturned crate to Spencer—then lingering there. “Spencer, get your ass back on stage. You’re up in three minutes. I don’t pay you to hide in the back with—” His gaze shifted to Stag, dismissive and irritated. “—whatever the hell this is.” Spencer didn’t move. He stood in the flickering light, newly broadened shoulders rising and falling slowly, breathing steady now. The stage-trained grace was still there—but it had been sharpened, weaponized. His muscles looked even more obscene under the harsh fluorescent light, chest thick and striated, arms swollen beyond their already impressive size. The grey tone of his skin was more noticeable now, veins crawling dark beneath it like fault lines. The owner either didn’t notice—or refused to. “Spencer,” he barked again, stepping into the room. “You don’t get to pull this diva crap tonight. Halloween’s our biggest revenue draw. If you don’t get back out there, I’ll have security drag you—” Stag moved before the sentence finished. One second he was standing still. The next, his hand had closed around the owner’s collar, fingers digging in hard enough to wrinkle fabric and flesh beneath it. He lifted him clean off the floor and slammed him back against the metal door with a crack that echoed through the room. The owner’s feet left the ground. His mouth snapped shut mid-threat. “Back off,” Stag growled, voice low and resonant, something monstrous rumbling beneath it. The owner struggled, kicking uselessly, eyes wide now—not with anger but with dawning realization that this wasn’t a drunken customer dispute. “You—put me down—security—” Stag tightened his grip. The door behind the owner bowed under the force, hinges whining. For a split second, Stag considered crushing his windpipe entirely—silencing him permanently. A flicker of approval moved faintly through the network. Spencer watched. Not afraid. Not shocked. Interested. That look—the way Spencer’s darkened eyes tracked Stag’s strength, the way his head tilted slightly as though assessing—sent a surge of pride through Stag that he immediately masked as rage. “This doesn’t concern you,” Stag said, voice dangerously calm. “You don’t touch him.” The owner opened his mouth to respond, but Stag released him only to throw him. The man hit the far wall hard enough to knock over a stack of empty crates, collapsing in a heap amid splintered wood and scattered plastic. Silence followed. The bass from the dance floor thudded on, oblivious. The owner groaned once, tried to push himself up—and failed. His head lolled to the side, consciousness slipping away. Spencer stepped forward slightly. His expression had shifted. Not softened—refined. There was something in his eyes now that Stag recognized immediately: admiration layered with something colder. Approval of dominance. Evaluation of power. And beneath that—distance. Stag felt it like a knife pressing just under his ribs. He told himself the reaction surging through him was satisfaction. That he’d protected Spencer. That he’d handled it. But the truth pressed closer: He hadn’t acted because Spencer needed protecting. He’d acted because he couldn’t tolerate someone else exerting authority over him. The connection between them pulsed again. Spencer’s awareness brushed his—cool, expansive, outward-facing. The club owner lay unconscious at their feet. And for the first time, Stag felt the faint, creeping sense that he had not just created something powerful— He had unleashed it. The approval Stag had expected never fully came. Instead, something colder slid through the network. A pressure. Subtle at first—like a hand settling at the back of his skull. Then firmer. Heavier. Commanding attention. Why are you alone? The Alpha’s presence did not need volume. It did not need to shout. The voice threaded through Stag’s mind with smooth, suffocating clarity. Stag stiffened, jaw tightening. Spencer felt it too—he straightened slightly, eyes unfocusing as the connection widened. You were sent to spread the gift. The temperature in the room seemed to drop to Stag. And yet you hide. Infecting one. Causing spectacle. Stag’s lips peeled back slightly, not quite a snarl. “Handled it,” he muttered under his breath, though the words were half-thought, half-spoken. “He was interfering.” The Alpha’s attention sharpened. You were not tasked with protecting. You were tasked with multiplying. Spencer shifted his weight, head tilting as if listening to someone just out of sight. The glow in his darkened eyes deepened. For the first time, Stag realized with a flare of irritation that Spencer could hear this—could feel the reprimand flowing through him. The Alpha pressed harder. Why only one? A pulse of suspicion edged the mental voice. Why this one? Explain yourself… Bryce. Stag’s jaw clenched. “Does it matter?” he shot back, reflexive and sharp. The response was immediate. Pain lanced through his skull. Not physical—worse. It felt like something squeezing inward from all sides, compressing thought itself. His vision blurred at the edges as the Alpha tightened its grip, punishing the back talk with cold precision. Stag staggered a half-step, a broken sound tearing out of him before he could stop it. Spencer’s head snapped toward him. The Alpha’s tone dropped lower. You forget yourself. The pressure increased just enough to force Stag to one knee. Do not confuse attachment with loyalty. The word ‘attachment’ hit harder than the pain. Spencer watched him now—not with sympathy. With assessment. And that burned worse than the psychic vise. The Alpha shifted focus. You, newly awakened, it said to Spencer. Spencer inhaled slowly. His chest expanded, grotesquely full and powerful. You will go forth. Spread the love. A directive. Clean. Absolute. Spencer nodded once. Stag’s head jerked up. “No.” It slipped out before he could stop it. The Alpha’s presence flared. You do not command him. I do. Remember that. Stag forced himself upright despite the lingering ache in his skull. “He’s not ready,” he said through gritted teeth. Spencer’s gaze flicked to him—confusion there, faint and fleeting. The Alpha’s reply was almost amused. He is more than ready. Another presence joined the mental space—heavy, blunt, observant. Lockjaw. You will not operate alone, the Alpha continued. Lockjaw will supervise. Since you clearly can’t be trusted to follow my orders. The implication hung in the air: You are being watched. Stag swallowed the urge to say something reckless. Spencer took a step toward the door. His movements were smooth. Confident. Eager. He didn’t look back at Stag. Lockjaw appeared in the doorway moments later, broad frame filling the space, black eyes unreadable, horns threatening to breach the black skin. He glanced from the unconscious club owner to Stag, then to Spencer. “New one?” Lockjaw asked aloud, voice flat. God, he’s huge. Fuck. Stag forced his expression into something indifferent. “Spencer,” he said curtly. “Just some random slut I … needed to teach a lesson to. Gave him what he deserved. He had it coming.” Spencer turned and gave Stag a silent glare, then turned away with distaste. The dance floor lights flickered against his sharpened features as he stepped into the corridor, already scanning for his next target. Lockjaw’s gaze lingered on Stag for a moment longer. “You look tense,” he observed. Stag scoffed. “Mind your business, asshole. Shouldn’t you be worried about your ever-missing boyfriend? He run off again or something?” Lockjaw quietly looked over at him before rolling his eyes and looking back at Spencer. But through the network, he could feel Spencer’s thoughts beginning to branch outward—curious, calculating, predatory. And for the first time since infecting him, Stag felt something dangerously close to regret. Not for what he had done. But for what he might have lost. The nightclub swallowed Spencer almost immediately. InfraRed pulsed with Halloween chaos—strobes cutting through fog, bodies pressed together on the dance floor, glitter and sweat and cheap latex costumes blurring under red light. The music was loud enough to rattle bone. To anyone watching, Spencer looked like he had simply rejoined the crowd. Only Stag could feel the difference. Through the network, Spencer’s thoughts flickered—quick, curious, newly sharpened. The infection had stripped hesitation from him. What remained was appetite. Who first? Ready to use a willing hole. The thought drifted across the link like a lazy ripple. Stag tried not to react. Lockjaw stood beside him near the hallway entrance, arms folded, silent and observant. Not interfering. Just watching. Spencer moved with predatory ease now, his grotesquely expanded frame parting dancers without effort. His skin had deepened to that slate-gray sheen, veins faintly pronounced under the lights. His teeth flashed too white when he smiled. Stag felt the moment Spencer’s attention locked onto someone. Oh. That one. The thought carried a flicker of amusement. Across the room, leaning against the bar, was a punk rocker with a bright red mohawk and nose ring, tunnels in his ears, tattoos and a leather jacket and chaps completed the look. The guy looked familiar in that vague way club regulars often did. Spencer’s thoughts sharpened again. I heard about him. Used to do adult films. Says he can take anything. Even hit me up a few times at the gym wanting to worship me. Now he can have his chance. The implication curled darkly beneath the surface. Stag could literally see the images flooding in from Spencer. The red-haired man with the mohawk bent over, moaning in ecstasy and agony. Spencer smacking his ass and pounding his new, massive dick as hard as he could until he roared aloud with each shot of blackened, tainted cum flooding his ass. The punk shivering and begging for yet another load as the virus quickly began to take hold in his battered and abused ass. Stag’s jaw tightened. He didn’t want to feel this. He didn’t want to see this. He didn’t want to care. But through the network, he could feel Spencer’s interest spike—curiosity sliding toward intent. Lockjaw noticed. “Your… boy seems enthusiastic, and just as twisted as someone else I know,” he remarked casually. Stag’s head snapped toward him. “He’s not my—” Lockjaw cut him off with a look. “Right.” The word wasn’t cruel. Just factual. Spencer approached the mohawked man, smile widening slightly. The punk laughed at something Spencer said, leaning closer, clearly interested. Stag felt the pull of it through the link. The ease. The connection. It made something twist in his chest. Lockjaw shifted his weight, watching Spencer’s body language with quiet assessment. Then, almost lazily, he said, “Funny how fast people move on. You must bring that out in people, Stag.” Stag didn’t respond. But the words hit. Because he remembered. He remembered standing in the doorway of their apartment, the gym bag still slung over his shoulder. The smell of cologne in the air that wasn’t his. The cardboard box half-packed on the bed. Spencer not looking at him. “I’m sor… actually, no. I’m not sorry. I just… I want something different, Bryce. And you clearly can’t give that to me.” Not angry. But cold, almost cruel. Just done. Stag had laughed then, too sharp and too loud, like it was a joke. He’d told Spencer he was being dramatic. That he’d been trying—hadn’t he? He’d quit smoking. Started lifting heavier. Tried to be less of an asshole. Tried to soften the sharp edges. Be more attentive. Hell, he’d even let Spencer top him whenever he asked. And it hadn’t mattered. He’d watched Spencer zip the suitcase. Load up the last few things into the box. Watched him leave. Now, across the dance floor, Spencer leaned in toward someone new, smiling like he’d never left anything behind. Lockjaw glanced sideways at Stag. “Seems happier on the longer leash,” he added mildly. That one landed harder than intended. Stag’s hands curled into fists. Through the network, Spencer’s excitement flared brighter. The infection hummed with it. He’s a horny little shit, Spencer thought. He’ll come with me. Almost seems to want it. Stag swallowed. He hadn’t expected the Alpha’s punishment to feel like this. Because it wasn’t pain. It was watching. Watching the man he’d infected—claimed—move through the world without him. And realizing that even now, Spencer didn’t need him to feel powerful. He didn’t actually need him at all. The Alpha did not need to step onto the dance floor to make himself known. His presence pressed into Stag’s mind like a hand on the back of his neck—firm, deliberate, undeniable. The music in the club dimmed beneath it, not physically but perceptually, as though the network itself shifted its attention. You disobeyed. The words were not shouted. They were simply placed inside Stag’s thoughts with surgical precision. Stag kept his posture rigid, refusing to bow his head even as the pressure increased. Across the room, Spencer’s laughter rang out, bright and easy as he leaned closer to the red-mohawked punk. The connection between them flared again—curiosity tipping toward intent. The Alpha let Stag feel it. Every flicker of Spencer’s rising hunger. Every pulse of anticipation. Every thread of desire building. Your punishment, the Alpha continued smoothly, is observation. Don’t think I can’t read your mind and know every little thought that went through your sick head, Bryce. I know exactly why you were so intent on infecting this one. A sharp spike of pain lanced through Stag’s skull when he tried to block the connection. Not enough to incapacitate—just enough to remind him who held control. You will watch him choose someone else. You will watch him take them. You will watch him enjoy it. Someone other than you. Lockjaw shifted beside him, sensing the tension spike but saying nothing. On the dance floor, Spencer placed a hand on the punk’s waist. The other man grinned, clearly interested, clearly flattered by the attention of someone built like Spencer had become—massive, sculpted, intoxicatingly confident. Stag’s throat tightened. The Alpha’s tone shifted, almost amused. Spread my strain. Increase our numbers. Do what I sent you out for. The command rippled outward through the network. Stag felt Lockjaw receive it. Felt the rest of their kind adjust, scatter, seek. Lockjaw gave Stag a sidelong look. “Well… looks like we got our orders.” Stag nodded once, jaw clenched. He would not give the Alpha the satisfaction of another outburst. Lockjaw peeled away toward the front entrance, eyes settling almost immediately on the club’s bouncer—a thick-necked man who had been watching the dance floor with detached boredom. Lockjaw’s stride was smooth, confident, and purposeful. Stag turned in the opposite direction. He found his target near the edge of the floor: a slim blond dressed as Glinda the Good Witch, glitter catching in his hair under the strobes, pink dress short enough to blur the line between costume and invitation. The same twink Stag had dismissed earlier with a sneer. The twink caught his eye and smiled shyly. Stag told himself this would be simple. Mechanical. Necessary. He didn’t look back at Spencer. But through the network, he could still feel him. Still hear the faint hum of anticipation building as Spencer guided the red-mohawked man toward a darker hallway. The Alpha’s presence lingered, heavy and observant. Watch him, it reminded him softly. And learn your place, Bryce. And Stag hated that he obeyed. The hallway near the storage rooms was quieter, the bass from the main floor reduced to a dull vibration in the walls. The Glinda-costumed twink followed Stag eagerly, heels clicking against concrete, glitter catching in the dim light. Up close, the kid smelled like cheap cologne and vodka. “You gonna just glare at me,” the twink teased lightly, brushing a hand against Stag’s chest, “or are we actually doing something?” Stag forced himself to focus. This was easy. It should be easy. He’d done this before—long before the infection. Cold detachment came naturally to him. He knew how to compartmentalize. How to separate physical action from emotional involvement. He reached out, gripping the twink’s waist, guiding him roughly back toward the wall. Through the network, Spencer’s presence pulsed brighter. The punk moaned as Spencer murmured in his ear, pulling his pants down and taking his ass in one quick movement. Spencer’s mental voice flickered across the network—curious, hungry, excited. Considering. Selecting his next victim. Stag’s jaw tightened. He leaned in closer to the twink, but his movements were mechanical now, delayed. There was no predatory thrill behind them. No hunger. The twink noticed. “You… um okay?” he asked, frowning faintly. “You look… distracted. Are we actually gonna do something?” “I’m fine,” Stag muttered. But he wasn’t. Because through the network he could feel Spencer stepping deeper into a side corridor. Feel as Spencer began to shoot his load. Feel Spencer’s excitement spike as the Alpha’s approval brushed against him. It was too much. The twink shifted under Stag’s grip, irritation replacing playfulness. “You’re kind of boring, you know that?” he said flatly. “The asshole act might be intense, but you’re not actually doing anything.” Stag blinked. “What?” “I said,” the twink snapped, shoving lightly at his chest, “you’re boring. If you’re not gonna make a move, I’ll go find someone who will.” The words hit harder than they should have. Boring. For a split second, the hallway vanished. He was back in his apartment. Back in the living room. Watching Spencer shove clothes into a duffel bag while refusing to meet his eyes. I need someone who actually makes me feel something, Bryce. You’re boring. And you’re not enough. This isn’t what I need, and you never will be. The twink rolled his eyes and pushed past him. “Jesus. I’ll find someone better.” The words overlapped perfectly with the memory. Stag didn’t move. Through the network, Spencer’s pleasure flared brighter—focused elsewhere now, locked on the red-mohawked man, already intent on pumping another tainted load into the man. The Alpha hummed approval at the progress. A hot spike of panic shot through Stag’s chest. What if Spencer didn’t need him anymore? What if this—this infection, this grotesque new power—was the only reason Spencer had ever looked back at him at all? What if even now he was just a stepping stone? Stag’s breathing grew uneven. His thoughts began to spiral. He tried to blink back the flood of tears threatening to come out of his eyes. Maybe I really am boring. Maybe I was never enough. Maybe this is the only way anyone would ever want me. The Alpha’s presence lingered at the edge of his mind, observant but silent. This was all for him. To give him what he wanted. Yeah, it gave me the infection, too, but – I needed a way to tie him to me. Permanently. And for what? He doesn’t even care now that he has what he wants. What do I do now? Lockjaw appeared at the end of the hall a moment later, posture loose but eyes sharp. There was a faint smear of dark residue on his jawline—evidence that he had already completed his assigned task. He slowed when he saw Stag standing there alone. “You're… done already?” Lockjaw asked, tone suspicious. Stag straightened too fast, blinking fast and planting a cocky grin on his face, letting out a carefree laugh as he spoke. “Yeah. Obviously.” Lockjaw didn’t look convinced. His gaze flicked past Stag toward the dance floor—toward Spencer—then back. “You’re staring at him still,” Lockjaw said quietly. Stag forced a scoff. “Fuck off… And mind your own business.” But Lockjaw didn’t move away. Instead, he gently stepped closer and lowered his voice. “You both dated, didn’t you? How long have you two been broken up?” The question landed heavier than the Alpha’s psychic pressure ever had. And for the first time since this all began— Stag didn’t have a ready answer.

I got home still aroused and horny. I got out the dildo and lube and fucked my self by riding it on the neck cushion and shot all over. I licked it clean and then lie in bed. I went on BBRT and looked up profiles. That got me horny again. I searched 55 yrs +, Top only and take load in ass. I don't know why I kept going to the HIV section and debating on what to click. I thought I should just click negative and maybe undetectable. When I did that sort I got 80+. I looked thru the profiles and some were hot but I kept looking at the status part of each profile. My cock was getting hard again and I started to stroke it. Then I was curious and went back to the section and unclicked negative and undetectable. Then I clicked HIV. Then about 28 popped up with 18 online. My cock got really hard as I read the profiles and looked at their pics. So many hot older men. All seemed to have good size cocks. None had a small cock. I wondered about that. Then my phone pinged. R- What you up to boy? D- AT home on BBRT R- Really? You like that app now? D- Yes R- What you looking up? D- Just checking things out R- What did you search for? Tell me all? I told him the two searches that I did. R- Good. What did you find? I told him that there were more sexy guys who had HIV and they all had good sized cocks. D- Is that the norm? R- lol. You mean do we all have large cocks? D- YEs;) and sexy R- Yes of course...lol R- It actually makes sense. We were more likely to fuck more and anyone for that matter. Dip our cocks in all pussys no matter how nasty. And had cocks that attracted bottoms. My ass twitched when I read that. D- That makes sense. I guess more so than those with HIV and on meds and undetectable? R- That's a nuance look. I know lots of POZ undetectable tops who are great fucks and bottoms chase and beg them all the time. Maybe we are more the bad boy types...lol R- What else you do tonight? I explained everything that happened at the Professor's place. Going over to swim and what ended up happening. R- Sounds like you had fun. I am glad. D- Yes I did. It ended odd. R- Well you both still had oral and fun at the end. R- Gotta go TTYL. I looked at the clock it was almost midnight. I needed to get to bed.

As he calmed down he still grinded in my cunt. Hitting my prostate it felt good but there was still discomfort with his ring rubbing my insides. He finally pulled out. His huge cock was covered in cum, ass juice and there was blood on his tip and the piercing. I turned around and grabbed his cock and cleaned him off. He was surprised and held back a bit as I leaned over and engulfed his cock in my mouth. He started to moan. "Ohhh Dan. You are such a good slut aren't you. I knew you were an exploring young man but I didn't know you were so deprived already" he said mow pushing his cock in my mouth. After licking and sucking him clean he slipped from my mouth. "What is that thing" I said looking at the piercing. "It's a Prince Alber piercing. How did it feel", he said "It felt intense in me. It hurt.." I said "Yeah it does that. It take it, it felt good too. I could feel your cunt squeeze it" he said "Yes after a while it was driving me crazy. It hit so many spots and I could feel it rip into my ass" I said looking down in shame "Yes your pussy liked it. I felt you cum. Your cunt was so hungry" he said stroking his cock He then sat down next to me on the lounge chair and kissed me. I kissed back. "I was surprised you let me cum in you. I am sorry I should have told you earlier I was POZ. I just got caught up in the moment" he said sincerely "Its ok. I got caught up too. I think we just had an attraction. " I replied "Yes we did. You saw me looking at you and your tight body in those sexy short shorts." he said "And you saw me stare at your huge mean in those tight thin cycling shorts. You look great in them" I replied grabbing his huge cock in my hand teasing it. "Hmmm yeah I could see your mouth water and the day I saw what I knew was cum leaking from your pussy, I knew I would have you one day. I just didn't think it was that soon" he said with his finger probing my ass. I pushed back on his finger and my legs opened up automatically. I let out a soft moan. "Hmmm yeah look at your pussy it needs cock doesn't it." he said fingering me with now two fingers and I moaned and spread my legs even more. He pulled out his fingers and showed me and I leaned over and cleaned his fingers. "Yeah your hungry aren't you. I was surprised you let me cum in you. I am POZ" he said "I know but I was just so on the edge I needed you to cum in me" I said with a desperate look. "Even POZ cum. You could get sick" he said "I know...." I said stopping "What you can tell me" he said his fingers were still in me now working my prostate my cock was hard and leaking again "I am on PEP" I said looking down ashamed "Ok that's fine. Why did you not want to tell me that" the Professor asked "I was afraid you weren't going to like me anymore" I said "Why would you think that" he asked "I don't know. Cause I am afraid of getting HIV and you might get turned off by that" I said "Of course I wouldn't. I find you very handsome and sexy. I would fuck you any day of the week" he said smiling "I understand that you don't want to get HIV that is your choice" he said "You look a little conflicted though" he said "What do you mean" I asked "You look like you are still thinking about it. True?" he said "Yes I am still a bit confused" I said "Yes I believe you are. When I was fucking you and deep in you and I told you I had HIV and I felt your pussy squeeze my cock. You milked me" he said I paused and looked down. "its ok to be confused. I know it can be a lot to take in. It feels so good and your body wants cum, even POZ cum" he said "Look at your cock" he said I looked down and it was hard and leaking. He even had removed his fingers. Just the thought was making me hard. "Its okay" he said "Can we just enjoy tonight" I asked "Of course" he said. He grabbed my hand and took me into his house. We sat on this couch and gay porn was already on. He pulled me over and started to kiss me. After our kiss, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth trying not to crack any of my teeth on his piercing. He became rock hard in my mouth quickly. He pulled me up and pushed me back on the couch. He lifted my legs and dived into my ass eating it. "OHHHH fuck" I moaned loudly He ate me out for what seemed hours but was probably only 5 minutes. He also fingered my with two fingers and then with his long tongue was driving me crazy. I pushed back my ass into his mouth and he just ate me. It felt so good. He pulled up and put his cock at me entrance and my legs on his shoulders. I noticed a small bio hazard tattoo on his waist. "You want my cock boy? You want my cum in you? He asked staring at me. "Yes please fuck me please. Cum in me" I begged "You sure, my POZ cum is potent. I have a high viral load. Higher than most. The PEP might not work" he said I paused and he could see the fear in my face and eyes. He pulled his cock away from my ass. "Maybe we shouldn't continue" he said putting my legs off his shoulder I couldn't say anything. I was stunned and confused. "You think I could catch HIV even with being on PEP?" I asked "I am not a doctor. I think it's like one in a thousand chance. But you never know." he said "You have to take the responsibility if you still want to play." he said "While I want to fuck you again and your pussy is so hot, I do not want to force you to do anything or do something in the heat of the moment" he said sitting on the couch but not touching me. I sat there with my legs still sprawled open. I could feel cum leaking from my ass. I wiped it and licked it. He smiled back at me. "I do but I am a little scared. I think you put things into perspective." I said "But I did enjoy so much when you fucked me" I said "And" he said "And what" I replied "You are missing something" he said "And when you came in me" I said "Yes when I came in you I could feel your cunt milking me. Your pussy wanted all the cum out of my cock" he said I could see his cock getting hard and so was mine. "But I think we should pause for now" he said standing up "I don't want you regretting something you did here with me" he said I felt rejected. "Don't be sad. I don't think this the last time we will have fun together. I think you just need time to think things through" he said "Are you sure" I said "Yes and don't feel like I am kicking you out. I just don't think we should fuck" he said "We can do other things" he said He want down on my cock and swallowed me. It felt so good as he sucked me and his tongue teased my cock. Then his fingers entered my ass and he worked my hole. I started to see stars as he worked over my prostate. I turned towards him and took his cock in my mouth and started to suck him. We 69 each other until I finally shot in his mouth and then he in mine. He pulled away and planted his mouth on mine and mixed the cum in our mouths together in a wild kiss. My mouth took it all in and our tongues danced. We pulled apart and held each other. I noticed his cock hard again. "You better get going before I fuck you" he said laughing. After we chatted I left. What a night.

I woke up the next morning and took a shower. As I finished Rick came in to use the bathroom. His cock hard. As he peed I came out and dried off. "You enjoy last night" he asked I paused and wanted to be honest. "Yes you really fucked that kid. How old was he? 18? I said "Yes I did. Yes he is 18. He turns 19 next week. I even checked his ID" Rick said "You go back to your room and jack off last night and think of me and the kid fucking" Rick asked "Yes" I said "He still here" I asked "No I kicked out after I fucked him" he said As Rick finished peeing his cock still hard, I walked over and dropped to my knees and took his meat into my mouth. "Ohhh yeah boy. You want Daddy's cock don't you" he said pushing his meat into my mouth. I nodded. "You wish that was you last night" he added I nodded "Your pussy twitch while you were watching me fuck him" Rick continued I nodded, I didnt know that is what that ws last night. I sucked him harder and picked up my pace. "Let's take this to the bedroom" he said I stood up grabbed his hand and walked to his bedroom. I jumped on his bed and opened my legs to him. He stood that away from the bed. "No baby on the couch" he said "Why fuck me here please like you did the other two guys" I said "No baby, I only fuck guys who want to be converted or are not on PEP or PREP on there. My bed is special place " he said Those words took the wind out of my sail. "Its okay baby I still want you." he said his hand reaching out I followed him to the couch. I felt rejected and not worthy. He started to kiss me and I kisssed back. He pushed me back on the couch lifted my legs and started to eat my hole out. I moaned and forgot the rejection and pushed back on his mouth and tongue. After eating me out, he took his hard pole and thrust it in me in one hard push. I yelled out in pain. "Stop yelling, you know you wanted this" he said fucking me "Ohhh yes Daddy" I moaned back as I got used to his hard meat. "Watching me impregnant other guys gets you off don't it. You like watching me POZ other boys like you?" he said thrusting in me I was moaning, and trying to hold on to a clear thought. Yes I enjoyed it but not sure why they wanted HIV but they looked so needing it, wanting it. "Answer me boy. Makes your pussy throb and wet don't it me impregnating other boys, tell me" he said pounding me and just wrecking my prostate. I was leaking precum all over and in ecstasy. It was hard to think straight. "Yes Yes, they are so lucky to have your cum in them and get pregnant. Yes my pussy throbbed when I watched you fucking Daniel last night" I moaned "Yeah I knew it. You wish you were him huh. You have a pussy or ass" he continued ravaging my hole He kept it up I couldnt think straight. "Yes I wish it was me and yes I have a pussy not an ass, a pussy. Please fuck me, cum in me" I yelled out moaning With that Rick started to speed up and in a few strokes he started to cum in me. I felt him shoot 5-6 hot loads in me. I couldn't help myself and felt my ass spasm and shoot load after load on Rick and me. He stayed in me still pushing his cum deep in me and rubbing my prostate. I just lay there moaning in bliss. We kissed and held each other. I leaned in and smelled his armpit. He pushed my face in and I just inhaled. He smelled so intoxicating and his cock buried in me and our kisses. I felt good again. He pulled out and we lay next to each other holding and kissing "What did he mean by your DNA in him. Why did he want that" I asked "Like I said the last time we talked about this. My DNA and virus's DNA which is mine will be in him forever. It was be a part of him. He will be impregnated with my DNA and it will be my mark on him. " Rick said while slipping two fingers in me. I let out a moan. "It will enter your pussy then your blood stream and take hold. My DNA would be a part of you and your will get impregnated with my seed, my DNA. " he said fingering me. My cock was hard again. "See your body wants it look at your cock. I could also feel your pussy spasm around my fingers while we were just talking" he said He was right I could feel my ass spasm as we were talking about it. I am so confused. He pulled out his fingers and stuck in my mouth then kissed me. He stood up and started to pull out a suitcase. "I gotta get ready to go into work for a little while then I am going on a work trip. I will be gone 4-5 days. Sorry for the last minute notice but can you watch the house while I am gone." He said "Sure. Ill miss you." I said. After I was worried if it was too clingy. "Ill miss you too babe" he said. I looked at the clock it was 7:10am "Crap I gotta get in to the office too." I said. I kissed him, he kissed me back and grabbed my ass and I moaned into our kiss. "Sorry I gotta get going" Rick said I went to my bedroom got dressed and headed into work.

I got up around 1am to use the bathroom and heard noises coming from Rick's bedroom. I used the bathroom then went over to his room. I peek my head passed the door frame to look in. It was Rick fucking a young kid, again around my age, 19 or so. He was a bit shorter than me and thinner. He was on all fours with his ass in the air and Rick was pumping into him. "Fuck me Daddy fuck me with your huge cock and cum in me" the kid moaned "Yeah tell Daddy what you really want" Rick said back fucking his hard "I want your POZ cum in me. Charge me Daddy with your seed. Please cum in me. Make me pregnant with your charged potent cum" he begged pushing back on Rick's hard cock. My hand was on my cock stroking it. I was so hard. Rick started to pound him hard. Fucking his ass, the slapping sound was loud, the kid just moaned. The Rick pulled out, flipped him over put his legs on his shoulders and rammed into the kid. The kid yelled out in pain and his eyes almost popped out of his head. I know the feeling. Even though he is fucking you, when Rick comes in from another position and slams into its like fucking you for the first time. My ass started to clench. I didn't know why. After a few strokes the kid started to moan again. "Tell me again what you want Daniel" Rick said WTF his name is Daniel. "Cum in me please. Shoot your POZ load in me. Make me pregnant" he moaned "You got it" Rick said back Then Rick went into overdrive and started to fuck the shit out of the kid. The kid just started to moan like crazy and panting. My cock was leaking as I stroked it. "Ahhhh here it comes Daniel" Rick yelled as he was cumming in the kid. "OHHH Daddy yes shoot in me, knock me up, I want your DNA in me." the kid yelled back The after a few seconds the kid started to shoot cum all over Rick and himself. He shot like 7-8 spurts of cum. They continued to fuck and moan and could see Rick start to come down. I walked back to my bedroom got into bed and fingered myself with two fingers and jacked off. Thinking of what I just saw. What were the odds he fucked someone with a name similar to me. I though damn that kid is lucky. I stopped thinking and just pleasured myself soon cumming all over my stomach and then licking up my fingers from my ass and cum on my stomach and chest. As I reflected more I thought why would he want HIV? What was the attraction? He wanted it so much. The thought of being knocked up stuck in my head as I fell fast asleep.

I went to the pharmacy on campus and picked up my prescription. When I went to the clerk I gave my name and birthdate. He was a young guy around my age. He had an earring on each ear. He was cute. Wait cute, I thought. I'm not gay. He saw the drug and looked at me. I felt self conscious. He clearly knew what it was for. He walked to the pharmacist asked him a question and the pharmacist pointed to the bin that had my script. He grabbed it. As he rang me up he looked me over. I felt even more self conscious as I felt the pharmacist look at me too. I looked back at him and smiled. He was an older guy in his early 50's actually handsome, bearish like guy. I paid my co-pay and left in a hurry. They knew I must've had sex with someone with HIV. Did they know it was a guy and not a woman? I ended up going up home early. It had been a long week. Rick wasn't home and I was relieved in some ways. I put the pills away and changed into swim trunks. As I was standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I looked hot in the small swimsuit. I touched my ass and even pulled it up a bit to show more cheek. It made me aroused. I went in the back and jumped in the pool and went for a swim. As I swam in the pool I thought about the last few days. Having sex with Rick, seeing him breed the kid Jeff and even the flirting with Professor Post. All men. I was not just aroused but had sex with men. I was beginning to be attracted to men. Noticing men more, their features, their looks, details not to mention their cocks sticking out. Even the young clerks ass at the pharmacy. Or the older pharmacist who gave me a look. He was bald guy with a white beard and moustache. He had a stud earring. I got out of the pool and lay on the lounger. I continued my reflection. Before meeting Rick I had never noticed men, only women. Normally by now I would have banged Lisa at our office at least a few times. I was a hetero guy who luv to fuck women especially slutty ones like her. Even when I first met Jane she used to dress slutty. She would prance around the club in really short skirt and a g-string. Once again before we dates she grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs at the club under the table so her friends couldn't see. She had no panties under her skirt. But now, I am living with a gay man with HIV. He has played with my body. Hmmm yes played with it for sure like a toy. He really knows how to make my body sing. To feel things I have never felt before. Not just body pleasure but emotions and feelings and sensations. I could feel myself getting aroused thinking of how he touched me, caressed me, held me. His scents and the touch of his skin. I put my hand on my cock and rubbed it. It was rock hard now and leaking. It felt good to touch myself, lie here in a sunny shaded day by the pool. It was a long week. I awoke to Rick standing above me. "Hi sleepy head" he said "Hi. What time is it" I asked "5:30p. Looks like someone has started the weekend right" he said as he looked at my hand on my crotch. My cock was soft but was still on it. I moved my hand off. "Yeah you had some fun. You have a precum spot on your swimsuit" he laughed I looked up at him this gorgeous man to me wearing a white brief swimsuit with his huge cock pushing out. He grabbed it thru the swimsuit and stroked it. "Sorry looking at you in your swimsuit made me hard. You make me hard all the time my sweet Dan" he said smiling down at me I smiled back at him and started to touch myself. I was getting hard again. "So how was your day" he asked I told him how my day went part by part. He laughed when he heard about Lisa playing with my cock under the table. I also told him I went to the clinic to get checked out and get PEP. I told him I told the counselor I was confused and that the counselor kind of laid things out as he viewed it. He asked Professor Post if I had ever done anything with him. I told him now. He asked if I would and I said I wasn't sure. "Why not" Rick asked "I don't know. Maybe cause he is my boss. Also I know this sounds silly but not sure about us" I said softly "I am touched Dan. Do you feel we are a couple" he replied "No...I don't know. I don't think so. Actually no, I have a gf" I replied "Yes you do. And while you have one, you have jacked off with me, sucked me off and eaten my cum, and you let me suck you off and eventually fuck you and cum in you" he said "So again, do you feel we are a couple" Rick persisted "I don't know but I do feel attracted to you. And feel for you" I said softly "What do you feel" he said as he reached out and held my hand "You make me feel good, sexy, loved, attractive, wanted" I replied squeezing his hand back. "I feel for you to my sweet Dan. You are so gorgeous, handsome and sexy" he replied leaning over and kissing me. I opened my mouth and my tongue reached out to his wanting him. He moved and lay on me. We made out there for a few minutes kissing, and both our hands all over each others body. He pulled down my swimsuit and without warning went down on me and took me in hi mouth. I gasped and let out moan. Oh fuck it felt good. He left hand reached up and he stuck his finger in my mouth and I licked it and sucked it. Then he pulled it out and started to play with my nipples making me moan even harder. With his right hand he pulled off my suit and then started to work my balls. My legs automatically spread open and my ass lifted up. His finger found its way in. I still had lube and his cum in me so it slipped in easily. I moaned. "Ohhhhhhh" I let out loudly. My hand gripped his right arm holding on. His finger found my prostate and he started to work it. My hips pushed back trying to get more of his finger in me. The I felt him place a second finger in me. I winced a bit and felt his fingernail in me. It hurt a bit but he started to massage my inside I was moaning again. It felt so good the way he was working my inside. He then lifted my legs on his shoulder and put his cock at my ass. "You want me in you. You want me to take you, you need to say it" he said "Please fuck me, please. Take me" I said With that he pushed in to me. It hurt. I yelled out in pain. He wasn't gentle he pushed thru. I felt him hit that second spot again. It felt like he was in my stomach. "Ohh yeah, I am at your second hole. Your inner pussy boy. Its soo tight and warm. I can feel your ring squeeze my cock. Your hole is a natural pussy." he said as he pushed deeper into me. I moaned. His strokes started to make the pain subside and now there was pleasure. My hole was feeling alive and electric. I could feel each inch of his huge cock push in me and stretch my hole. My held fell back and I just started to moan loudly. "Yeah you've wanted this all day haven't you. Your cock is leaking all over your stomach. I can feel your pussy grab my cock and pull it in. " he said as he began to pick up his pace. As he started to do short strokes my legs pulled around his waist. I was moaning and breathing hard now. "What the fuck!!!" I heard a voice I looked over it was Jane. My gf was watching me get fucked by a man. "I knew something was up but not this. I thought you were fucking that whore in your office but your not. You're getting fucked by your landlord". I can't fucking believe this. Your gay?" she said. I could see tears coming down. She turned and ran out. Rick kept pumping in me all the while she yelled. He even smiled at her. I tried to reach out but he focused on my prostate and my 2nd ring and I couldn't move. It felt soo good I didn't want to stop. I reached out my arm to her as he fucked me but I was helpless, I couldn't muster the strength to have him stop fucking me. "You want me to stop" he asked "No please fuck me please" I replied moaning He smiled and rammed back in. He started to pick up his pace and I could feel his cock expand and spasm. I suddenly felt him shoot his cum in me. Spurt after spurt in me. As soon as I felt it, I also came moaning loudly. "Ohhhh i'm coming" I yelled out I felt his hot molten cum deep in my hole, my eyes rolled back in my head. He pumping me slowly grinding in me. As he kept hitting my prostate I felt my cum leaking out even after my orgasm. Our lips met and we kissed deeply our tongues dancing in my mouth. After we both calmed down he pulled his still stiff meat from me. I heard a pop. His cock was glistening with cum, my I guess ass juice and a little tinge of blood. He presented it to me and I sucked him without hesitation cleaning his meat and then sucking him trying to get more cum out of his balls. "HMMM I think I created a monster who luvs Daddy's cum" he said and I nodded sucking him. After I cleaned his cock we kissed again. As I calmed down from the high it hit me again. I had fucked a man with HIV and maybe even AIDS and I let his cum in me. And it felt good. And what about Jane? I feel like crap. Rick could see me thinking. "Lets go inside and eat dinner and talk" he said standing with his hand out. I grabbed hold and he led me inside. A new chapter starting in my life I thought.

man, I have jizzed to this clip. that looks amazing.

A bottom does “not owe” a top anything. A top does “not owe” a bottom anything. It pisses me off, and saddens me when a bottom believes that is his duty in life to be treated like trash. As I have said in other topics, no one will abuse me. If he continues doing something I don’t like, after I’ve asked him to stop or take it easy, there will be problems. I might still get hurt, but he will always remember what he did to me. Unfortunately, this society is getting increasingly more mean. There is a belief that if I want something, I deserve it, no matter what the consequences are for others. People have got to start saying, “enough is enough.”

LOVE your response….it’s a fantastic way of disempowering pozphobia. If people were so concerned about status, use a damn condom. I think it gives the questioner plausible deniability….’I mean, I asked if he was clean, and he said yes. It’s not my fault’. Then why did you let him fuck you and cum in your ass?

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thanks guys, for the feedback and bothering to comment, Just to let you know, and an awesome 4 hours, and got rogered senseless, by numerous guys, none of whom i have no idea who there were 😉

When I was younger a lot of my hookups were with guys older than me. I even had a regular daddy that was 30+ years older than me. I would head over to his place after work and he would fuck me than he would take me out to an expense restaurant that there was no way I could afford. Once I turned forty I made it a goal to have sex with someone half my age. Eventually at 44 I had sex with a guy that was 21. We've been together for eleven years now. My goal now that I am past 54 is to have sex with someone 1/3 my age.

Thank you for all the responses and feedback. here is the next part of the story. Let me know what you think and post what you think happens next. For the next couple of weeks. I tried to hook up with women. I would pick up chicks at bars, bring them home, and try to fuck them. I found that I wasn't getting hard enough, and the feeling wasn’t the same. I even booked an escort, and the same thing happened. I thought it was because I needed to fuck a sloppy, used hole. So, I organised my mate from the other night to come over and bang a bird with me. He was hesitant. He was married with kids, but we both knew he fucked behind her back. I fucked the bird after he had blown in her dozens of times, but my mind went to that boy’s beautiful, smooth body, perky white arse being fucked by a stranger… An older man. I went to my dealer. I needed what I had that night, which I learnt was meth. I asked him about poppers, and he, of course, knew what they were and had supplies. ‘Poppers.’ He said. ‘Yeah. I think that’s what it was called.’ My dealer just rolled his eyes. ‘How strong?’ ‘You sell it?’ ‘Yeah. I do. How strong?’ ‘Strongest you got.’ At first, it was casual. A smoke here, a smoke there. Weekend business. I’d still try to fuck girls, still go through the motions, still pretend my body was listening to the script I’d been handed. It never hit right. The release was there, but the spark? Dead on arrival. Then one night, I wandered back to that back room. Same door. Same low light. Same sense of stepping sideways out of the world. Inside, it was wall-to-wall blokes—old, young, built, broken, confident, desperate. Sweat, smoke, sex hanging in the air like a storm about to crack. I was raging hard, off my face, heart thumping like it wanted out of my chest. Whether I’d timed it perfectly or whether it was always like this didn’t matter—there was fucking everywhere. Bodies pressed, hands roaming, breathy sounds swallowed by the dark. Part of me still flinched at the idea of men on men. Old wiring dying slow. But I’d heard about glory holes. Urban myth made flesh. I shut myself into one of the booths. Tiny. Private. Loud in my head. I sat there for a moment, brain floating somewhere above the ceiling, cock heavy in my hand, answering a call I’d been dodging for years. Then— “Hey… can I suck it?” A whisper. Low. Close. Not from behind me. From the hole in the wall. I ignored it at first. Let the moment hang. Let the pulse build. Then something inside me finally unclenched. A quiet voice saying, stop fighting it. I never saw who it was. That was the point. Just a wall between us, solid and anonymous. I stood, guided myself forward, and pushed through the opening. The response was instant. Warm. Wet. A mouth closing around my cock with intention, not hesitation. Fuck. Whoever was on the other side knew exactly what they were doing. Took my cock deep, no theatrics, no mercy. No woman had ever handled me like that—so sure, so unafraid. My body answered before my head could catch up. I started moving. Slow at first. Then harder. The wall thudded as I lost rhythm, lost restraint, hips snapping forward like I was trying to disappear into it. The mouth didn’t retreat. If anything, it met me, took everything I gave. A hitch of breath. A gagged sound. Slicker now. Messier. Still there. I dragged the poppers under my nose, long and greedy, the room dissolving as I floated higher and higher. Everything narrowed to sensation. Heat, pressure, surrender. I didn’t last. Couldn’t. When it hit, it was violent and unstoppable, my cum spilling into the dark, erupting into a stranger who accepted it without a sound. No faces. No names. Just release. My worries about playing with men didn’t vanish overnight, but they thinned out, lost their grip. Curiosity outpaced fear. Before I knew it, that back room had me clocked as a regular. Familiar nods. Familiar heat. I started branching out—other cruise clubs, other shadows—and that’s where I learned about beats. Different geography, same hunger. I let blokes suck my cock without overthinking it. Watched men get fucked like it was live theatre, raw and unfiltered. No shame, no curtains. Just bodies doing what they wanted. My first time at a sauna was strange in how normal it felt. Like a football change room after training—same steam, same casual nudity, same sideways glances—except this time there was fucking and full-blown gay debauchery unfolding in every direction. And honestly? I didn’t hate it. I found myself studying physiques, appreciating strength, shape, presence. It felt honest. Unpretentious. Eventually, I wasn’t leaving the house for much else. Football coaching or cruising—that was the whole operating model. Everything else felt like admin. Busywork. Noise. My place was littered with paraphernalia. Pipes, baggies, the quiet evidence of a life slipping its leash. Control wasn’t gone yet, but it was wobbling. There were nights I turned up to football training high on meth—eyes sharp, patience thin, confidence blown out to dangerous proportions. I knew I was fraying. I just didn’t give a fuck. Finals were looming, and the team was humming. We were genuine contenders to take the season. On paper, everything looked solid. In reality, cracks were everywhere—especially with Scout. He wasn’t himself. Or maybe I was seeing him too clearly. I pulled the green light on him. Went hard. Harder than necessary. The team started whispering that I was favouring him, so I overcorrected—stares that lingered too long, pressure dialled up every chance I got. Punishment disguised as discipline. A few weeks out from the grand final, another training night rolled around. It was pissing down rain, cold and relentless. I didn’t soften it. Didn’t adjust the plan. I ran them into the ground anyway. By the end, they were wrecked—soaked, filthy, mud ground into skin and jerseys. Scout mouthed off. Pushed back. A fucking prick about it. I sent the rest of the team to the lockers, told them to clean up. Then I made Scout wait. Alone. Standing there in the rain and mud, while I let the silence do the work. “What the fuck’s going on, Scout?” I barked. “Finals are breathing down our necks and you’re acting like a complete wanker.” He just stood there in the rain, head bowed, water streaming through those sandy-blond curls. I clocked it. Hated that I clocked it. The night was doing strange things to my focus. “Scout.” “Mum’s pregnant.” That wasn’t on the training plan. “Oh.” I recalibrated. Corporate pivot. “That’s… that’s not a bad thing, mate. Why’s it got you this rattled?” I stepped closer, close enough to feel his heat through the cold. Grabbed his upper arms, gave him a small shake—half frustration, half something I didn’t have a label for yet. “Look at me.” He lifted his head. His eyes were wrecked—crystal blue, wet, lost. Not weakness. Confusion. The kind that pulls you under if you stare too long. “It’s yours.” “What?” “I saw that night. You were there.” My stomach dropped. Freefall. “Scout,” I said carefully, voice low now. “You’re jumping to conclusions. Adults fuck. It doesn’t mean—” “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Dad can’t have kids.” Silence punched in between us. Rain filled the gap. “Oh. Shit.” Before I could regain control—before I could coach my way out of it—he leaned in and kissed me. Soft. Brief. Electric. I froze. Thirty-plus years of rules, titles, and self-control screaming at once. Coach. Authority. Fucking adult. My body, however, missed the memo. He was 18. Yes. Legal age. But something felt wrong about it. Yet so right. Time slipped. Then snapped back. He pulled away first, eyes wide, already panicking. I was still standing there, rain dripping off my chin, pulse hammering in places it shouldn’t. “I—” he started. I should’ve stepped back. Should’ve shut it down. Instead, I bent forward and kissed him back; slower this time, deliberate, just long enough to admit the truth neither of us was saying out loud. The rain kept falling. And nothing was simple anymore. I poured a double rum over ice and necked it like it owed me money. Rolled a fifty, and laid out two lines on the marble bench. Snorted them without ceremony. The music was up, heavy metal, all distortion and threat, when the knock came. “Fuck. Not now,” I muttered. “Neighbours can fuck right off.” Another knock. Louder. My brain did the math at speed and came up with one answer I didn’t want. Scout’s dad. Holy shit. Either he was here to tell me I’d knocked up his wife… or to rearrange my face over what happened in the rain with his son. I poured another rum, swung it back, felt it burn all the way down. Liquid courage. Corporate risk management. I walked to the door, heart kicking, and pulled it open to whatever was coming. It wasn’t his dad. It was Scout. Soaked through. Hair plastered to his head. Rain dripping off his nose, his jacket, pooling at his feet like he’d been standing there longer than he should’ve. “Ah—Scout,” I said, buying time. “What are you doing here?” He opened his mouth. Closed it again. Words clearly stuck somewhere between his chest and his throat. “Come in.” I didn’t wait for permission. Threw an arm around his shoulders and guided him inside, quick glance over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching. Door shut. The lock clicked. The coke chose that moment to fully light me up. “Mate, you shouldn’t be here,” I said, too fast. “Fuck—you must be freezing.” I grabbed the throw rug off the big leather couch and tossed it at him. He caught it awkwardly, still half somewhere else, eyes darting around my place like he was already cataloguing the mess of it. Music thumping. Drugs humming. Rain left outside—but not really. The night had just escalated without a meeting invite. “I needed to see you.” “Shit… um. Now really isn’t a great time.” I glanced around the living area—drugs out, empty bottles everywhere, the place telling on me before I could. Scout drifted to the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain-streaked glass framing the Melbourne skyline like a postcard I didn’t deserve. “I knew you had a nice place,” he said, almost smiling. “Didn’t realise the view was this good.” “Yeah. Sorry.” I busied myself, scooping up empties, sliding a glass pipe off the coffee table like it hadn’t been there all along. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. What… what are you doing here?” He stepped in and tried to kiss me. I pulled away, heart punching, and retreated down the hall toward the kitchen. He followed. I dropped the bottles on the marble bench a little too hard. The coke was buzzing now, skin humming, thoughts outpacing judgment. He came up behind me. Close. Too close. His arms circled my waist; his hands slipped into my shorts. I wasn’t wearing jocks. He grabbed a hold of my shaft. I moaned at his touch. He squeezed slightly. My cock stiffened slightly. Intense, grounding and dangerous all at once. I sucked in a breath despite myself, my body reacting before my head could throw a flag. A low sound escaped me—half protest, half surrender. That was enough to snap me back. I caught his hands, untangled myself, and turned to face him. Put space between us. Not much, but deliberate. “Stop,” I said, quieter now. “We can’t just… do this.” The room felt smaller. Louder. Charged with everything we weren’t saying. “Yes,” he said, breath unsteady. “I want you. I always have.” He swallowed. “I’m in love with you, Coach.” “Scout… I’m not—” The words stalled. Weak. Unconvincing. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he pressed on. “After training. In the showers.” Not accusing. Certain. “Fuck.” My jaw tightened. “Scout, has anyone else seen you?” “No.” A pause. Then, softer—deadlier. “It’s our little secret. You… you open my eyes, Coach.” I turned away and headed back toward the living area, needing space, needing air. “You’re young,” I said, reaching for a reason like it might save us both. “You’re figuring yourself out.” He followed me. “I’ve done things,” he said behind me. “You know. I’ve… experimented.” I stopped. Looked back at him. “Done what?” He hesitated, then lifted his chin, defiant now. “I’ve sucked guys off before.” The admission hung there, quiet, deliberate, irreversible. The room felt tighter. Like a door closing somewhere I couldn’t see. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Scout started to tell me how he started fooling around with boys his age. But then his stories grew a little darker. He told me he has been going to beats and cruise clubs, and while he has not done a lot, he has sucked a lot of guys off. I was concerned for him. And I was. At first. But as he spoke, my body betrayed me. My cock was pushing through my shorts. Scout noticed. He told me how he met a guy close to my age; they didn't chat much. The guy gave him a smoke from a glass pipe, similar to what I had tried to hide. One thing led to another, and the guy took Scout to a private room, pulled his shorts down and ate out his arse. That surge of horniness rushed through him. In that moment, he wanted more. He hoped the guy would fuck him. The guy moved to Scout’s cock and blew him. Deep long strokes with his old man mouth. Scout felt his orgasm simmer, but he didn’t want to cum, so he pushed the old man off his cock. The man misread the moment. Or maybe read it exactly how he wanted. Scout described it like he was narrating a film he’d watched too many times, detached, oddly proud. Scout grabbed a hold of the old man’s boner sticking out from his aged body. Looked past the hairy belly and chest, and up into his drug-peaked eyes, then drove his dick balls deep down his throat. He reckons it was what he smoked that allowed him to go so deep. He had never done that before. The old man took it as a sign. Grabbed Scout by the back of his head and throat fucked him. There was a moment, he said, when he thought he might pass out. He remembered being so high that he didn’t care how the man was treating him. The man just fucked his throat, occasionally pulling all the way, then slamming it back in. Mucus puked everywhere, and Scout used all his willpower to push through and let the man fuck. The old man kept driving it deep. Scout felt his throat stretch open at every thrust. The old man moaned and announced he was going to blow. Scout thought he was going to shoot down his throat. Scout was prepared to get a good flood of this man’s cum, but he pulled out instead and unloaded over Scout’s face. My cock twitched at the thought of cum splattering over his beautiful young face. The story got me fucking horny, and the cocaine intensified it. I was sweating. I adjusted my cock. I noticed Scout. “Holy shit, Scout,” I said quietly. “Do your parents know you’re… gay?” “No. At least—I don’t think so.” He hesitated. “Dad wouldn’t take it well. He’s always going on about how dangerous gay men are. Says they don’t care who they hurt, who they infect. Talks about the seedy side of it like it’s all rot and disease.” “Because he works for the AFP,” I said. “Pretty much.” That did it. The buzz faltered, just enough for reality to punch through. I hadn’t thought about it before. Not properly. The risks. Infections. Consequences that don’t show up immediately but linger, waiting. I’d spent years convincing myself danger belonged to other people—reckless people. I stared at nothing for a moment, mind spiralling, and wondered, too late, too honestly, what you could catch just from letting someone get that close. Scout was shaking a little. Still wet. “Hold on, I’ll grab a proper towel.” I went to the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. Fuck, I looked like shit, stubble beard, bloodshot eyes, sweating, dripping down my shirtless body. My cock. Raging hard. I knew I shouldn’t feel this way about him. Scout was only 18. But he was such a beautiful boy, I couldn’t control it. I walked back in with a towel and found Scout naked, sitting on the couch, with a glass pipe in his mouth, heating the bulb and sucking in deep. “Fuck! Scout. What are you doing?” “Relax. Coach. Join me. I know you want to.” He stood up I admired his beautiful, young, masculine, smooth body. His six-pack framed by his V-cut, pointing down to his perfect, uncut, semi-hard cock and low-hanging balls. I must have been daydreaming. “Coach.” He handed me the pipe and lighter. I grabbed the pipe, holding it steady as I locked eyes with him. His pupils were blown wide now; the drug was catching up, sinking its hooks in. I lit it and drew slow, deliberate, smoke curling between us. Scout dropped to his knees. The movement alone sent a jolt through me. I pushed my shorts down just enough to feel the air shift. My cock flung up. Raging. My knob pulsed. My body answered before my head could intervene. Everything in me was awake, pulsing, unapologetic. I took another drag and looked down. My cock was hovering just above his head. Just below his blue eyes and slightly floating above his perky lips. Blue eyes, glassy, fixed on mine. Breath shallow, like he was waiting for permission that neither of us was brave enough to name. Time slowed. Smoke hung. The room held its breath. Nothing touched yet, and somehow that made it worse. He opened his mouth and pushed it over my cock. Soft lips, moist mouth massaged as he went deep. My mind was in all sorts. Between a daydream and reality. It was hard to tell. Guys have sucked my cock. But that was through glory holes. I’ve never watched a guy actually suck my cock. And Scout. He wasn’t a guy. He was a young lad, 18. Devouring my cock like a starved animal. Blue eyes locked on me. Spelling the words with his dilated pupils, I belong to you. Long, deep strokes. He kept his pace. He didn’t slow down. Kept pumping my cock deep down his throat. The drugs were peaking through my system, and I wanted more. I grabbed the brown bottle from the coffee table. Undid the lid. Instantly, the aroma aroused my senses. I noticed Scout's eyes shift for the first time. Still deep throating my cock, making it slick with his saliva and mucus, he took an interest in what I had in my hand. His eyes followed as I moved the bottle to each nostril and took in two long, drawn-out sniffs in each. The instant rush hit me. Scout didn’t have to say a word for me to know that he wanted what I was having. I lowered it to his nostrils. He repeated what I did without removing my cock from his mouth. I was in a rush. Scout’s eyes burned through phases. First that pearl halo, until the whites went raw and veined, like the drug was repainting him from the inside out. Awake. Gone. Claimed by poppers. I needed more, so I had another sniff in each nostril. I was peaking off my face. In a haze, and I knew Scout was at that same level. My concerns about being sucked off by a man evaporated. I was hungry. Aggressive. I just wanted to fuck. I grabbed Scout by the back of his head and pushed my cock down his throat, feeling it break past his tonsils and down his throat pipe. I was too far gone to be concerned with his comfort and fucked. Hard. I pumped, driving it deep with every thrust. Planting Scout’s face into my pub, crushing his nose into my musky sweat odour, ensuring he could not get away from the potent aroma. He didn’t pull away. He loved it. Bathed in it. He gagged. I watched his body reflex as he held back a spew. I kept going. It turned me on. I wanted it. I wanted him to puke as I skull fucked him. I took it up a level. It hit the mark. Scout puked as I face fucked him. Stomach fluid expelled out from around his lips past my thrusting shaft, exploding over his beautiful young face, slashing up my torso. There was an obscene amount, and it flowed. Scout never closed his eyes. His face was covered in his own fluids. It was getting too much for me. I felt my balls tighten. I wanted to keep going, but I didn’t want it to end. I used all my willpower to stop and pull out of his mouth. Scout coughed instantly. He was air-deprived that whole time. “Are you okay, Scout?” He kept coughing for a moment, body shuddering, breath uneven. Then it passed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still glassy. “No.” I paused. “No?” “I loved it.” “I like feeling dirty.” I grabbed a hold of my slick cock and jerked at the thought of Scout being a dirty boy. I was about to push my cock back into his mouth when he stood up and bent over the couch. He pointed his perfect pale peach of an arse at me. Legs spread, back arched enough that his cheeks spread open, revealing his tiny pink hole. Untouched. Young. Virgin. I had that moment of wonder. Am I dreaming? I never thought of myself as gay. I fucked women. So why am I so turned on by this young lad's arse? I had never felt such an intense drive build up from deep inside me like I did at that moment. Scout turned his head. Face coated in his own mucus and stomach fluids. Even in his messy, dirty state, he was perfect, sexy, handsome and fucking beautiful. He didn’t have to say it. I knew it. I knew what he wanted. Needed. “Are you sure?” His glassy blue eyes twinkled. “You have never been fucked. I am in my fifties. I am older than your dad.” He didn’t take his glassy blue eyes off me. I moved in close. My slick cock is only millimetres away from his pink bit. “You are about to lose your virginity to an old man. Is this what you want? How do you want to remember your first time?” I placed my knob at the entrance of his virgin hole. Spit moistened his entrance. I tossed him the brown bottle. I didn’t have to tell him what to do. He went to it like clockwork, taking two long whiffs in each nostril. As he held his breath, letting the poppers rush through his body. I pushed my knob against his tiny pink hole. The mucus from Scout’s throat allowed for perfect lubrication as I felt his pink break and expand over my knob. “Argh!” Scout moaned loudly. Letting go of the poppers in his system. I was raging. Wild like a wolf, desperate for a feed. I needed to be inside him. I didn’t stop. I kept pushing. Knob was well past his opening, and my shaft was driving deep. His tight pink hole was trying with all its might to grip on and stop me, but my strength overpowered it, and it gave way. I wasn’t going to stop. I was balls deep; Scout was moaning a mixture of pain and pleasure. I didn’t care that he was a virgin. When I fuck, I hammer, and that was what I intended to do. I power fucked from the get-go. Driving deep and pulling all the way out, watching his tight grip on my cock pull every time. He had no power over me, and I fucked. Scout moaned louder. He placed his hand against my thigh to try to get me to slow down. Maybe stop me. But I swatted it away and drove deeper. Harder. I grabbed the back of Scout’s neck and pushed his face into the leather couch. His eyes were crushed shut. Moaning in pain… Not Pleasure. Mucus spitting and splattering every time from each of his cries and pleas. I wasn’t going to stop. I needed to fuck. I needed to break the young lad in. “Mm, yeah… Take your coach’s cock. Feel it break you open. Ahh… No condom, boy. I’m inside you raw.” I was power fucking him. His moaning shifted to a scream of pain. His tone was a language of his feelings. Feelings of a moment, wanting to lose his virginity to his coach, to wondering if this was the right thing to do. The pain must have been overwhelming. The lad’s pink virgin hole went from a tiny button to an instant stretched out tunnel being pulverised. “Ugh. Fuck-” He moaned in pain, “Stop. It’s hurting.” I had no doubt the neighbours could hear. I didn’t give the young boy time to adjust. I was a starving animal finally devouring my kill. I had fucked a lot of pussy. But it had never felt the way his boy hole felt. My concerns about my feelings for the lad were gone. I was lost in a new sensation, and I wasn’t giving it up. I was deaf to Scout’s moans. The boy’s pink buttonhole was mine. I owned it. I had no idea how much time had passed. I was completely fixated on fucking. The sensation was building up in my balls. My cock was beginning to feel an impulsive eruption. Scout went silent. He surrendered to the invasion. He gave in to my power over him. No. I looked a little closer. He was weeping. I knew I was meant to feel sorrow, but instead it tipped me over the edge. I took him. I took his virginity. I broke the lad physically and mentally. The fear in his tears confirmed it. I lost control. “Ahh… I’m cumming, boy!!” I shouted from the rooftop. My balls tightened, and my cock erupted. I moaned. I jammed my cock inside the lad with every shot of my load, injecting inside him. I grip around his neck, tighten. The lad was limp. Turned into nothing but a hole for my use. It had been a long time since I unloaded the amount I knew I was injecting inside me. Women weren’t doing it for me, and I never got the power orgasm I was having in that moment. It was new, it was a sensation, it was like his hole was a vortex drawing my energy from my body through my cock and into it. I thought I owned it. But it owned me. It took me. I was the fly. It was the Venus Flytrap now sucking my life force through every ejaculation. I didn’t think it was going to end. The sensation was too overwhelming, and I was shaking, pushing on the edge of hurting. Eventually, it did. The vortex let go, and I was released. I slumped on top of the lad like a dead weight. Huffing and puffing like I just ran a marathon. Scout, he just lay there, weeping and with a look that clearly said. What did I do? I was sweating profusely. Drenched in my own moisture, dripping all over the boy. I slowly felt my breathing dialled down. As it did, my primal mind set reverted back to its normal state. It was here that I had my first concerning thought about Scout. Fuck. Scout. My cock is still solid and inside him. I lifted my weight off him. Pulled my cock back. Scout’s hole gripped tight. “Ah-!” Scout yelped. He was still so tight. My cock was wedged deep inside it. Scout cried. “Argh! It hurts.” I tried to pull back again, but his hold gripped tighter. Scout cried in pain again. “Scout. I need to pull out. Just push through the pain.” I moved slightly, and he cried in pain. I had no choice but to just pull back. Force Scout to just accept it. I pulled back. His hole gripped on. I watched my cock pull out with Scout’s tender red hole, dragging out with it until only my large knob was left inside. “Oh God. Please stop!” Scout yelped in a hyperventilating state. “Scout. My knob is still inside you. Your hole is gripped around it. The only way is for me to pull out and you release me. Just accept it. It will be over soon. Just-Just-” I didn’t give him a chance to answer, and I pulled out. His hole was forced to release my knob. Scout screamed. I watched his hole, and for a moment it remained wide open, unsure what to do with itself. Its lips were red, raw, puffy. My load had no barrier in that slight moment; it poured out like a river of white running down the back of the young lad’s smooth balls. Then it retracted. Scout’s hole closed in, leaving a tight, tiny, red, puffy hole. Broken in. No longer virgin. The sight of my cum layered over Scout’s balls was too much. That deep inner urge to eat pearly whites boiled over the edge. I knelt down and cupped them in my mouth like a suction cup and sucked them clean. Scout seemed to relax. His hyperventilation slowed down. After I cleaned every drop of my seed off his youthful ball sack, I planted myself on the couch close to Scout’s head, heaving a breath like I just ran a marathon. My cock was slick with Scout’s arse juices and my cum. Tiny streaks of red down the shaft. I did some damage to him. Guilty struck me. Fuck. Scout said no. He begged me to stop. I didn’t. Fuck. I’m an animal. Did I just do what I think I just did? Scout had not moved. His face was still planted on the leather couch, mucus-covered, with weeping eyes. His perfect pale peach arse was still sticking in the air. ‘Scout?’ Strings of mucus streaking over his lips flapped through each of his breaths as his adrenaline subsided. He mumbled from behind the spit, ‘Coach.’ ‘Scout. Are you ok?’ He didn’t answer. My guilt turned to worry. I think I did do what I think I did. There was a knock on the door. Fuck! The neighbours heard. I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around my waist, hands shaking as I hauled the front door open. Old man Larry stood there, his wife tucked under his arm, both of them wearing that tight, polite concern people reserve for situations they don’t want details about. “Hi. Yes. Um… can I help you?” The words tripped over themselves. The towel barely stayed put. My hair was slicked to my forehead with sweat and product, skin flushed, pupils blown wide. I must’ve looked cooked. The air around me was heavy; The scent of sex wafted off me, which must have been overbearing for them. “Sorry, mate,” Larry said, clearing his throat. “We just… heard a lot of noise.” “We thought someone might be hurt,” his wife added gently. I froze. Full system shutdown. The silence stretched, thick and unforgiving. Then I felt a hand settle on my shoulder. Warm. Familiar. Scout stepped into view beside me, calm as anything. Naked. Unbothered. Like this was just another Tuesday night. “Everything okay here?” he said evenly. Larry blinked. His wife’s grip tightened on his arm. “Oh. Right. We—ah—sorry,” Larry muttered. “Didn’t mean to intrude.” “We should go,” his wife said quickly, steering him away. She glanced back once, twice, eyes flicking between us as they disappeared down the hall. The door clicked shut. Scout wandered back to the leather couch and dropped into it like he owned the place. Like nothing had just detonated. I stood there for a moment, breathing hard, adrenaline still fizzing through me. The room felt altered; charged, wrong, irreversible. I paced once. Twice. Then sat on the edge of the coffee table, close enough to feel his presence, far enough to pretend I was still in control. Neither of us spoke. The silence said enough.

Chapter 3 —— Josh ——- God why am I so warm!! I went to throw the light cover I slept with off me when I realized it was already gone. What was making me so warm was my brother wrapped around me like and octopus. He put off heat like a furnace. While I was warm it felt nice to have him wrapped around me. I wasn’t big on sleepovers and hadn’t let a guy do it in a while. But with Sam it felt good. Then he moved to get a little closer in his sleep and I felt a very large cock come to rest on my lower back and ass. I could tell it was heavy and long. I swore it also felt like it was just a little wet at the tip with precum, but that may have been wishful thinking. I stayed still trying not to wake him. I was tipsy when we went to bed last night and I remember now that we both decided to sleep naked. Thinking with a clear head now that may not have been the best idea. My crush on him is even bigger now that I have felt his big fat uncut cock laying against my ass. I started to harden thinking about what it might feel like to have him in my ass. Stretching my hole open. It’s been a very long time since I bottomed but my hole twitched at the idea of Sam in it balls deep and flooding me with his cum. I had to get out of this bed before I did something to my straight brother that I’d regret. I managed to slip out of the bed without him waking up. We have both always been very deep sleepers thankfully. After extracting myself from the bed I went to the bathroom to pee. It was still early, about 6:30. So after I finished I decided to go to the gym we had in the building for my workout while Sam slept. I got dressed and left a note on the bedside stand to let Sam know where I was. The trip down to the gym wasn’t long. It was always empty this time of day. I started with stretches and a jog on the treadmill to warm up. It was chest and abs day. I worked through my reps using various machines and weights. I worked up a good sweat over the 45 minutes it took me to complete my workout. I moved back to the treadmill to finish with my cardio. I usually ran around 2.5 miles in the 20 minutes. This morning I used my sexual desire for my naked hung hot brother in my bed to push my self and made it 3 miles in just under 21 minutes. It was around 8:15 am when I stepped off the treadmill drenched in sweat. It was still too early for anyone to be in the gym since it was a Sunday. I decided to indulge in one of my kinks, public nudity, by going to the sauna and stripping naked. I liked to end my workouts with a good sauna session. I love it even more when I could do it naked. As soon as I closed the door behind me I stripped naked. I laid my shorts on the bench and sit on them and laid my jock and shirt beside me. I had my head back and was enjoying the sweat and freedom when I heard the door open and close. I decided it was best to pretend I was asleep that way if the person was embarrassed or shocked by my nudity they could just leave. If they stayed I figured they’d potentially be up for some fun. After about two minutes without hearing the door open again I decided to open one eye and peak at who had come in. A hot guy wearing only workout shorts who looked to be in his mid 20s was sitting across from me. He looked to be of Latin descent, had nice light brown skin, his hair was a dark brown or black and had it on his head, his pits, and just a small patch on his chest. He looked to be average height and fit from what I could tell in the low light. One thing for sure was he was sexy and from the way he was staring at my crotch he was definitely interested. I decided to test just how interested he was. I kept up my cover of being asleep and just moved a bit while my hand slipped from my thigh and landed beside my soft cock and balls. That contact was just enough to get my cock to start growing. It slowly filled and hardened till it got to 7.5 inches and full thickness. My foreskin slipped back and relieved my nice fat mushroom head. I heard my new companion almost whimper when the head became fully visible. “If you want it that bad get over here and suck it baby.” I said with my eyes still closed. “Ummm… I don’t umm… I am not…. ummm” he stammered. “Fuck it.” I heard what sounded like the removal of shorts followed by warm breath on my dick. Then a strong grasp around my cock as his tongue made contact with the head of my cock. He slowly ran it around the edges of my head where it meet the shaft as one of his hands continued to grip my cock and the other started to play with my balls. The attention made my dick stand rock hard and I started to leak precum. He moaned as his tongue swiped over my cock head and tasted my charged seed. He then took my head in his mouth and started to work his way down to the base. He slowly got my cock deeper into his warm wet mouth. He started to really go to town as he purposely gag himself on my dick. Forcing it as far as he could then holding it there till he couldn’t hold his breath any longer at which point he’d pull up to the tip and take a breath. He’d then repeat it again going deeper. He never got to the last 1/4 of it down his throat (very few have ever taken it balls deep) but he sure did try. I pulled him up to me and positioned him so that he was sitting on my lap facing me and took the back of his head into my hand as I kissed him. He was reluctant at first but then melted into it and opened his mouth so I could slip my tongue in and make out with him. He moaned as my hand ran over his body as we made out. I moved my hand down to his ass and massaged and squeezed his cheeks. He then adjusted himself so I could reach further down and open his crack. When my finger hit his hole he moaned deeper into my mouth. I took that as a green light and used the sweat I had built up on my hands as lube to slip one finger into his hole. I went slow because I could tell from how tight he was his hole wasn’t used regularly. I did this for a about a minute before I lifted him and then turned us around and bent him over the bench so his knees were in the lower bench and his chest and head over the upper bench were my sweaty jock was laying. I kneeled down behind him and spread cheeks open. His tight rosebud was perfect. Just a touch of hair. It winked at me as I blew on it. He moaned loudly when my tongue touched it and continued to moan as I ate his hot sweaty hole. I made sure to get it good and wet so I could easily slip my fat uncut poz cock into him bare. His hole opened even more as I began alternating eating and fingering him. I soon got up to 3 fingers I knew he was ready. I stood up and spit on my dick. Then jerked it to coat myself with the spit and poz precum I’d been leaking the whole time I’d been playing with his hole. I lined my cock head up with his hole as I bent over and started kissing the back of his neck. I also reached a hand around and wrapped it around his 6.5 in uncut cock. I slowly applied increasing pressure to his hole till my fat cock head popped in. He moaned and whimpered at the same time from the pain and pleasure. I gave it a few seconds before I moved. Then I slowly inched myself deeper into his extremely tight hole. I had to hold back my load on a couple occasion as I was doing this. His hole was so warm and tight (and he was squeezing this his hole) it was almost to much. Once I knew he was open I began to pick up the pace. Fucking deeper, harder, and faster. We were both moaning and grunting. He began to meet my strokes with his ass making that hot slapping noise every time I went balls deep. Our sweaty bodies against each other as my poz dick leaked huge amounts of charged precum into his hole. After only a few minutes I felt his cock flex in my hand right before he shot a huge load all over the bench. His hole tightened even more around my dick sending me over the edge. With one final downstroke I filled him full of my poz babies. Flooding his ass with highly viral toxic cum balls deep!!! I rested on his back for a few moments before I slipped my now half hard cock from his hole. I slapped him on the ass as I collected my clothes. “You know how to suck and got a great ass boy!” Was all I said before I left the sauna with my clothes in my hand. In the gym area I used my shirt to clean the cum off my cock and then put on my shorts. I rode the elevator up to my apartment in just my shoes and shirt. When I got to my room Sam was still sleeping but now he was spread out over the bed on his back uncovered. His massive 9 inch hard cock standing rigidly in the air. I went straight to the bathroom to avoid the temptation to take him in my throat. I stripped leaving my clothes on the floor and got into the shower. I took a good long shower and washed the sweat and cum off me. I wondered who I had just fucked and probably pozzed up. I hadn’t seen him before and had no clue who he was but I hope I had a chance to fuck that sweat hole again. As I got out and was drying off Sam walked groggily into the bathroom and over to the toilet. He was still half hard as he aimed his cock at the bowl and let rip a strong stream. He looked over his shoulder at me and did the universal nod. “Good morning Sammy. I am going to make some coffee and an omelette. Would you like one” I asked as I hung my towel on the rack. “Yea, one with just cheese please Joshie” he replied with a shit eating grin knowing that nickname irritated me. I walked over behind him, my naked body just inches from him, as I looked over his shoulder. “Ok, one cheese omelette and coffee coming up. Remember don’t shake that monster more than twice or you are playing with it little bro.” I slapped his ass making him jump and his stream jump out of the bowl for a second before he corrected it. He gave me a dirty look as I smiled mischievously walking out of the bathroom. I put on some boxer-trunks to cook in before leaving the bedroom. As I gathered the ingredients I heard the shower turn on in my bathroom and wondered lustfully what shower sex with Sam would be like as I prepared our breakfast. ————————— I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More to come!!! Thank you for the support and feedback!

Sorry for the delay. There are four more parts written. Part 3 The next guy walked to the bed and saw the plug. “How many loads so far?” and I told him. “Nice, I love sloppy holes.” He tugged at the plug, stretching my hole, but not removing it. He asked, “You party, pig?” I shook my head. “Say it faggot. Do you party?” I said I didn’t and he asked why. I told him I was too afraid. “Too bad.” He returned his attention to the plug, this time pulling it all the way out. As soon as the plug was out, he shoved two fingers in my hole. I felt the scrape of a shard; a BIG shard. I felt the burn start as he pressed it in to the wall of my ass. “What the fuck was that. What’d you do? “Relax boy, enjoy the ride. I told you you were not going to say no.” He kept his fingers in my hole, adding a third. As the shard really hit, I started to have trouble breathing, but my ass became majorly hungry. I began fucking myself up and down on his fingers. “You like what the T is doing to your hole?”a All I could do was groan and continue fucking his fingers. I felt a cold metal at my hole and realized it was his PA. Somehow my mind cleared briefly,remembering a fisting video I’d see of a guy taking a huge hand and cock in his ass. I wanted that. The fingers were removed, and the guy said, “let’s get you fully tweaked,” as he shoved another shard, not as big, but equally strong, up my ass. He then pulled his fingers out, and slid his PA and cock in my hole. He was thicker than any of the first guys and even with the shard running through me, I grunted from the stretch. I could feel the still melting shard get pushed deeper with his cock. He did not waste time. He began pounding my hole for all he was worth. I’m sure the PA was tearing me apart. I began pushing back to meet his thrusts, begging him to fuck me hard and to breed me. I heard a new voice, not having heard anyone come in. “Fuck man, pound him out.” The guy fucking me stopped and spoke to the new guy, though I couldn’t understand anything. Suddenly, the guy who was fucking me pulled out. I begged him to fuck me, but his response was telling me to shut the fuck up. I was waiting for the new guy to fuck me, but nothing happened. I was starting towery that they were leaving. “Where’s the blindfold?” the new guy asked. I told him and he tossed it on the bed, “Put it on.” When it was on I felt one of the guys get on the bed next to me. I then was pulled across his body so that I was straddling his dick. I knew it was the new guy, since there was no PA. T guy/PA guy asked the new guy, “you party?” He answered, “No, I get tested. But you can.” I felt another shard get pushed into my hole. This was as big as the first, and just as powerful. I started to lose control, begging the guy I was on to fuck me. “Ride my dick if you want it bitch.” I grabbed his dick, lined it up with my hole and dropped myself down. His was the biggest dick of the night. Easily 9” and thicker then the T guy. I lifted up and dropped down several times, enjoying the stretch from his dick. After several of these moves, he grabbed me by the shoulders, slamming me down as hard as he could. At first, I thought he was getting ready to cum, but they had something different in mind. With my ass ground into the crotch of the new guy, T guy came behind me and told me, “Lean down bitch. We have a surprise for you.” I leaned down, as much as I was pulled forward by the guy on the bed and pushed by T guy. I knew immediately what they planned and I whimpered to them to stop. I couldn’t possibly take both of their dicks. In almost unison, they told me to shut the fuck up. “Now it’s time to make that hole a cunt. We’re gonna stretch you to the limit.” I felt the PA at my hole and again begged them to stop. I was immediately smacked on the back of the head. “The only sound I want to hear out of you is your groans as I rip your hole apart. Do you understand?” This night had taken a turn I did not plan for. “Yes, Sir.” With that, the destruction began. The PA pressed against my hole

ollies hips slid back and forth on the table as doug began to slam harder into the slender teens sensitive ass. "oh no, unggghhh" ollie moaned as he saw the cum dribbling from his pink cockhead. Doug was in complete control of his body, as the mans thick veined cock coaxed another load from olivers comparatively smaller prick. "thats it ollie its better to cum with your pussy. That cock isnt big enough to really satisfy anyone anyway." maybe doug had a point. Ollie felt almost ashamed thinking of his dick compared to Dougs bulbous tool. it was big, powerful, and it could make the boys body do whatever doug wanted. His ass completely surrendered at its touch, and its full length managed to force the boy to cum whether he wanted to or not. Oliver felt helpless as doug sighed, driving himself all the way to the balls in the boy ollie grunted at the mass inside him. "boy cocks dont cum inside holes ollie, but this? this is a man cock sweetie. its a tool. a schlong. I know you dont understand with your little prick but real men fuck deep and they cum deep." Ollie felt humiliated as he watched doug pound his guts into submission. doug came inside last time, he thought. "maybe hes right, maybe thats just what big cocks always do." ollie dreamily wondered to himself as Doug growled above him. "take the seed baby, take up your pussy nice and deep" doug held still as his heavy balls pumped a fresh warm batch of poz cum into the teens loose cunt. Oliver looked down to see dougs big cock kicking inside his guts, painting his pussy with thick gooey streaks of hot white viral jizz. "wow" he whispered breathlessly. "you did just great ollie so i have a little treat for you" Doug slid his dick out of the boy and admired his handiwork. Olivers pink hole was gaped for all to see. his tender pink insides churned gently as the boy panted, decorated with Dougs poison cream like a delicious little strawberry cobbler. Doug zipped his pants and left the boy in a puddle of cum. oliver sat in the room for what seemed like a drug filled eternity. the only sounds were his heavy breathing, and the occasional drip of dougs seed from his hole onto the cold tile floor. he felt miserable thinking about how easily Doug had ignored his pleas, how ineffective any sort of reasoning was from him. Maybe doug was right. the only thing that seemed to reasonably work out lately was happening when the older mans dick was dominating him. he couldnt satisfy his girlfriend anymore. not that it mattered, his cowardice kept him from ever telling her about these little visits. he couldnt even keep his own body from cumming on the mans bloated tool. and he said it. doug finally got him to say it. "pussy" ollie croaked despondently as he watched the door swing open with the smiling older man and his perky nurse in tow. "there we go. Ollie I want you to try taking more cum, can you take a little more while i fix up some vitamins for you?" oliver sighed, covering his leaking cunt in embarassment. Trey had disrobed, revealing his waifish figure, well defined abdominals, puffy pink areolas and caged cock. "once we give you that nice pussy ollie, youll be just like Trey. see how happy he is to meet you?" Doug unlocked the boys cage and began to fondle his cock to hardness. "Trey has a wonderful pussy ollie, so he doesnt fuck boys." Doug deposited a dollop of lube on the moaning nurses cock. "but just this once, hes going to give you a nice little load of his seed. we need to keep you nice and full ollie to make the best pussy." Doug guided trey into ollies sopping hole. "fuck the pretty hole now trey." Ollie took the boy with no effort, noting his similarly sized cock and curiously smaller testicles. "you feel really good inside ollie" trey remarked. "i dont know if ill last long at all" the boy sheepishly confided. "thats okay" the sticky boy blurted thoughtlessly. Oliver watched the doctor prepare a larger syringe and immediately began to worry. the first round of dougs love potion was still doing its job, easing the boy from head to toe, slowing his thoughts and making him an obedient fuck toy. surely doug didnt intend to give him any more of the stuff. "hold nice and still now ollie, these are just some vitamins to help your body" the doctor pushed the needle into the boys ass cheek and dumped its contents. to olivers relief, he didnt seem to feel any different at all. "you pretty boys just keep fucking. ill be right back" Doug slipped out of the room as trey gently stroked Olivers chest and played with his nipples. "what was that?" oliver asked trey curiously. "depo" the boy sighed, making gentle thrusts into the warm hole as he tried his best to fight off a long postponed orgasm. "provera...er...its estrogen ollie." The boy registered the exotic words but couldnt seem to connect any of the dots. "i take it too. doug gives it to all his boys. too much makes you...well it turns you into a girl. Doug gives you just enough to make you...different i guess" Oliver didnt understand. The shot felt nothing at all like the strong cocktail he received earlier. "different?" oliver asked. "youll feel it after a while. it makes your nipples a little puffy and really sensitive. your skin gets softer and you dont cum much at all." ollies jaw went slack. "it makes your balls smaller. sometimes it keeps my dick from getting hard, but i dont mind." "thats horrible" ollie sympathetically replied. "oh not at all" trey giggled. "i dont usually ever fuck a real man. I mean could you imagine? heh, im not going to do much with this little thing." trey smiled. "Doug gave me a pussy so I can make sure big strong men always have somewhere warm to cum in." ollie nodded. Doug did seem to really enjoy cumming inside him. "im poz too, but i dont tell anybody. one time I hooked up with a married guy at an amusement park and he asked, so i just said i was neg." ollie listened intently as Trey began to speed up. "yeah, he was all like 'I need a condom i cant do this without a condom' and it was so silly. I never ever use condoms. So i said to him, 'well can you just maybe tease my hole a little???' and he actually did it!" Trey sounded like he won the lottery as he continued fucking. "do you want to come too?" he offered, fisting the teens cock. "so anyway thats the trick ollie. once you have a really good pussy, all you have to do is get just the head started. big strong men cant ever resist a boy pussy. he totally lost it after he felt mine, and I didnt have to do anything else, he just fucked and fucked and filled me right up. just...like....nngh...this!" Trey pushed deep into the boy and began unloading. Oliver felt a sense of disappointment. compared to Dougs rod, this was just unremarkable. Trey wasnt doing any of the things to his body that doug could. Oliver tensed his abs as he came once more around the nurses softening cock, emptying the last of his balls onto his lower abdominals in a slow stream. as Trey locked himself back in the cage and pulled his trousers up he turned one last time to remark to ollie, "oh and whatever you do, dont miss your appointment! you need to make sure doug gives you a nice big shot of that happy medicine and your estrogen from now on or you feel sick."