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Part 6, Mr C gives his insights on Lukas’s 18th birthday. I hope you have enjoyed Lukas’s story so far, but I wanted to share what’s going on in my head. It was close to 19 years go I met his parents. I was new to the neighborhood and was invited to their house for a neighborhood Christmas party. I was expecting a party with lots of spiked egg nog, booze, beer, great food and maybe some hot guys and chicks. What I got was.... the husband reading scriptures from the ‘good book’ and the wife being the good little hostest keeping people’s fruit punch filled. I was polite and made my rounds and chatted with a few of my new neighbors. After a little bit, I had to piss and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t lock the door and was standing there with my big thick cock in my mit. Just as I was shaking the last couple drops of piss off the end Mary (Lukas’s mom) opened the door and saw my cock. Clearly by the look of shock and then smile she was impressed. I apologized and took a second or two longer than needed and zipped up. I told her I hated to eat and and run, but I had to get home and let my dog out, I brushed by her very closely. She just stood there as I passed by and didn’t make a peep until I was halfway down the hall and I heard here say, she had a housewarming gift and would drop it off sometime. I thanked her and said ‘that’s great, stop by anytime’. The next morning I was still in my robe when I heard a knock, . I opened the door and it was Mary. I apologized for not being fully dressed and welcomed her in. Boxes were still being unpacked so I invited her to the kitchen which had been all unpacked. Her eyes kept going to my chest and crotch. She had an awesome racked that filled out her Christmas sweater nicely so I did what any bi man would do and started tenting in my mostly open robe. ‘I imagine wIthin the hour, Lukas was conceived. She prohibited me from knowing he was mine until he was 6 and he little guy crashed his bike into a tree in my front lawn. My folks were visiting and my mother gasped when she saw him and said Tony, ‘he is the spitting image of you at that age, that’s so cute.’ She was right, and I confronted Mary about it. I showed her picture of me at that age and Said Lukas looked exactly like me with the blondest hair and blue you could imagine. And there was no way her Italian roots and pin sucked husband fostered him. She explained her husband knew Lukas wasn’t probably his but would keep her slutty ass around because of what the congregation would say. I agreed to keep quite since I was really slutting myself around with every dude in town by then. I watched from a far and helped out and spent time with the boy as I could, as Mr C down the street. I knew one day he would be 18 and would be able to be his own man and connect his own wishes. So now I looked across the truck at him. That big cheesy shit eatin grin on his face with a belly full of my cum he didn’t even know was in there. Realizing I had what I wanted, his total trust, his total loyalty and now I had felt those perfect lips of his swallow my big Dick down his throat until I shot. Sure I was a little embarrassed how fast I nutted in him, but you would too...looking down at him blindfolded, stupid on the magic of the brown bottle and watching my cock pushing his Adam’s apple down toward his pecs and with no sign of gagging. But Then feeling closer to shooting when looking down and seeing his rock hard cock leaking through the pant leg of his way too tight jeans. When I rolled his tits in my fingers he was clamping his legs together and flailing them apart as his boy pussy twitched like a little slutty cheerleader would while she is waiting for the team captain to pluck her cherry snatch. It was more than any man let alone father could stand. He instinctively sucked and swallowed that load like it was liquid candy. The best part was... when I pulled out and all the throat slobber pulled up from his esphogus, he just licked his lips and swallowed deeper and moaned as he gasps for a breath. This kid was born to take cock, he just didn’t know it yet. I had him now in my total control, knowing the popper bottle would allow me total freedom to make him mine when I wanted. I looked over at his belly, knowing my seed was there I looked at his rock hard cock snaking down his pant leg and knowing that two little blue 100 mg pills I gave him would keep him hard for days. But what should I do? I am so confused. So I am asking you...... I can Keep him to myself? Or I could Whore him out to the men and rich clients at Mr. Ali’s house? Sell him to another rich Arab sheik and never see him again like Billy? Let him find out on his own he loves Dick when he goes off to college in the fall? Seriously,.....What the hell should I do? Fuck man, this is harder than I thought, so many options and so many are making me hard again as I notice Lukas looking over at me and talking. Shit, I was so busy day dreaming, I wasn’t listening to him. ‘What pup? Say that again?’ ‘Are you ok Mr C, you look lost there for a minute. According the the gps, I think this is the street Mr Ali lives on isn’t it?’ Part 7, coming soon. Thanks for the kind words, I love hearing you guys are liking the story. ;-). Peace

Part 32 　 We finally got up and off of the table. We went back into Hank's place, him to see what was going on and me to just check the time. I was about 6 in the morning now. I had been up most of the night and now had 5 HIV poz loads up my ass. I still wasn't sure what the hell I was thinking. My ass was sore as hell now and when I reached down to feel it, it was tender as all get out to my touch and when I brought my hand back and looked at it it was pretty much covered in cum and blood. I was aghast. I was too sore to sit at the moment and was standing next to the kitchen counter when Hank walked in. He smiled and said, "I just saw my stripper friend and he says you took his big cock in you and got a hell of a ride outside. Are you loving it yet?" I told him, "I'm not sure yet. I really don't want AIDS, but I can't seem to stop letting you guys fuck me, either. Not sure what I should do. While we are doing it, I want it all and every bit of your cocks deep in me and cumming, but when done, I can't believe I did it." He asked me, "what are your thoughts right now?" I answered, "well while I was standing here alone, I thought how stupid I am, but when you walked in, the first thought I had was, OMG look at that beautiful cock, sure wish it was back in me right now. I just don't understand my feelings at all." Hank said, "I like your thought about me." Before I could say any more he walked across the kitchen, grabbed me and lifted me up onto the counter, spreading my legs and thrusting his already hard cock in my ass in one fell swoop clear to the hilt. All I could do was gasp at the initial pain in my torn up ass and then as his cock bottomed out I sighed in contentment at the great feeling of being full. He was immediately plowing my hole fast and furious right from the start. I went into overdrive pushing my ass at him as intensely. Without missing a stroke, he then picked me up and started walking towards the livingroom, his cock never leaving my hole. Every step made me moan in pleasure. As we got into the other room, Tom was sitting alone on the couch. As we approached, he sat up and his cock was standing straight up in the air as we approached. Tom spread his legs as we got there and Hank walked us right up between them and against the couch. Hank was smiling and looking deep into my eyes as he started to kneel down. I thought he just want us on the couch, but then as his knees hit the floor, he leaned over a little, his hands spreading the cheeks of my ass apart. I then became aware that Tom's cock was coming between my cheeks as Hank lowered me. Then as I was getting ready to ask what was going on, Tom's cock started to slip inside my open gaping hole along side of Hank's. I started to protest that there was no way for two cocks to get in me at once, when Hank, basically, let go of my ass causing me to drop and wham, Tom's cock penetrated and I sank all the way down onto them both at once. Hank had also clamped his mouth to mine in a kiss preventing me from screaming in pain. Then he grabbed my ass and lifted upwards and then dropped me down on them both again. It was incruciating but exhilerating at the same time. Hank continued to lift me and drop me for a bit and then I couldn't take it anymore and bent my legs til they were on the couch and started bouncing myself on their cocks. I was going into orbit from an overload of cock in my ass. Hank broke off the kiss and said, "I knew, after you had taken that stripper's giant cock, you could handle the both of us at once. You are a natural. Your ass is amazingly tight and fine for us." I couldn't answer as my head was back and I was in another universe, just enjoying the feeling. It only took about 15 minutes of this before I could feel both cocks, at once, growing harder in my hole. Then Tom yelled, "I'm cumming, omg, I am cumming and filling your hole with my toxic cum!" Just few seconds later and Hank was yelling that he was giving me a nice toxic load also. The feeling of two loads in my ass almost simultaneously, drove me over the edge, too. I was screaming almost, "yes, yes, yes, give me your poz cum, impregnate me, knock me up with your HIV!" Then, again, I caught myself and wondered what the hell was I saying and doing? I have lost my mind, but omg, how great it feels.

After weeks and weeks of traveling for work, I finally have a full week at home and had some free time to do my favorite activity. Fuck! On Monday, I was cruising the Craigslist ads. The first ad I responded to was from a guy that claimed to be str8, married and father of 3. He was looking for a massage. I messaged him and told him I'd be happy to give him a relaxing massage. Since neither one of us could host, I told him I'd get a cheap hotel room nearby. Since it's a weekday and apparently there are no big conventions/trade shows in town, I found a cheap hotel room in the Las Vegas suburbs for $29. I set it up with him for 1pm the next afternoon. I didn't have much time to set up a hotel pump and dump like I try to do every few months, so I quickly sent out messages to a few of my Vegas "regulars" to see if I could get some more dick while I have the hotel room. 3 of my regulars got back to me. Amazingly, all 3 of them said they'd be able to come to the hotel. So, the next afternoon I was able to check into the hotel early at 1pm. I quickly sent the room number to the str8 daddy that wanted the massage and sent the room number to my 3 regulars. "Str8" daddy was knocking on my hotel room door at 1:30pm. When I answered the door, I found a very handsome guy in his early 40's. I invited him inside and told him to disrobe as I stepped into the bathroom to give him some privacy as he stripped. When I came back into the room he was fully nude, laying face down on my bed. He was in great shape. Buff, with not an ounce of fat on him. I took off my clothes and oiled up his back, butt and the back of his legs. I smoothed the oil into his skin and began massaging his shoulders, neck and arms. Then I worked down his back and finally to his ass. He softly moaned as I began to work on his ass. As I got to his inner thighs he spread his legs wider and I could see he had pulled his cock down so that it was exposed and he was hard already. My fingers brushed his balls and cockhead as I massaged the inner thigh. His cock would jump each time his balls and cock were touched. After working down and back up his legs, I again went to working on his ass. This time I let my fingers get deep into his crack and rub his asshole. He began to lift his ass a bit. I massaged his hole as his ass rose and did a "grinding-fucking motion". I reached under him and took hold of his cock. I stroked his hard cock as I massaged his asshole. He was moaning and grinding his ass. Within just a few moments he groaned and cum began to squirt onto my arm as I stroked his cock. I pulled my hand off his cock and my mouth dove for it. I sucked on his last few explosions of cum shot from his cockhead. Once he had finished cumming, I licked his cum from my arm and went back to softly massaging his ass and back as I heard his breathing slowly return to normal. Soon, he decided to get up. He quickly dressed and thanked me for the massage. In typical "Str8 guy" fashion, he was dressed and out of my room in just a few minutes. 10 minutes after he had left, he sent me a text, again thanking me for the massage and telling me that he'd love another massage sometime if we could arrange it. A few minutes later, one of my gay "regulars" was knocking on my door. Barry is a 6'4", thin, muscular, Dutch guy that has been fucking me for over 3 years. He's got an 8", uncut, very thick, Dutch cock that for a guy of his age, (early 60's) get's amazingly hard. He has incredible stamina as well. Barry quickly stripped as I fell to my knees and began to worship his monster Dutch dick as it grew to full hardness. Barry loves to suck on my tits as he fucks the insides of my thighs. He sucked my nipples, bit them and we kissed passionately for about 10 minutes. Then he turned into his usual aggressive top. He demanded I get on my hands and knees. I did so as he climbed behind me. He slapped his giant dick on my hole as he dribbled lube on my hole. He lubed up his cock and began to press the head into my hole as I sniffed poppers. He's very aware that it takes time for most guys to adjust to his giant dick. He slowly pressed up into me. Then he held his cock in me, as I adjusted to his size. As he could feel my ass relax around his cock, he now began to be aggressive again. His cock was now pounding deep into me. I could actually feel his 8" cock sliding in and out of my second sphincter. It was an amazing feeling. Barry was pacing himself. He'd get close to cumming, then stop. Then he's start again, until he was close, then stop. He edged himself for 20 minutes, then he reached that point of no return. He was fucking wildly when he finally said, "I can't. I have to cum. Oh, God", he yelled as his cock throbbed and he emptied his balls deep up past the second sphincter into my colon. He stayed inside me for awhile as my ass milked the remaining cum from his cock. He finally pulled his soft cock out of me. And we laid there, embracing and kissing as we chatted for awhile. I caressed his chest as we kissed, then my hand moved down to his cock. As I slid my hand up and down his soft cock, I could feel him getting hard again. Soon, I was stroking his fully hard cock. Without saying a word, I climbed back onto my hands and knees and he crawled behind me. He spit on my hole and on his cock. And in one, quick thrust, he slid back up into me. This time, there was no edging. He fucked hard and deep for about 5 minutes, then let out another groan as he emptied his second load into me. Barry was just getting ready to leave my room, when there was another knock on the door. I answered it, to find Trace standing there. Trace and Barry smile and knowingly nod at each other as Trace enters and Barry leaves. Trace is a divorced, 49 year old guy from Tennessee with a thick, sexy, southern accent. He's a former competitive bodybuilder. Even though he doesn't compete any longer, he still has an amazing body. He's 6' foot tall. With a thickly covered hairy chest and abs. Also body is also thickly covered in tattoos. He divorced a few years ago and his son that's in his mid 20's lives with him. Trace told me that he realizes that he's always enjoyed the fact that other men would admire his body. But a few years ago, following his divorce and his move from Tennessee to Las Vegas, he finally allowed another man to suck his cock for the first time. He found it to be an extreme turn on to have another man worship his muscular body and 7", thick cock. In the past few years that Trace has been exploring M2M sex, he's opened up a lot. When I met him a few months ago, he had come to the acceptance that he was indeed bisexual. And he told me that he's now comfortable in saying that outloud. He remains closeted with all his friends and family. But, he's fully accepted that he likes to be sucked and likes to fuck other men. One thing that Trace has discovered recently, is that when the chemistry is right with a guy, he gets into kissing guys. Thankfully, he feels that chemistry with me. Trace had fully stripped. I stepped up to his pumped up body. I began to caress his strong, hairy and tatt covered chest and his erect nipples, as he and I began to kiss passionately. We moved to the bed as he sat on the edge. I dropped to my knees and took his fully hard cock into my mouth. I sucked, licked and worshiped his 7", thick, uncut cock. I licked his balls as he moaned softly. Sadly, the one threshold that Trace hasn't crossed yet is letting me rim him. I licked under his balls as close to his asshole as I could, before I could sense that he was uncomfortable and would tighten his thighs. My mouth went back to his cock and I could taste beads of precum oozing from his piss slit. I climbed onto the edge of the bed and put my ass up. He climbed off the bed and stood behind me. He took the lube from the bedside table and he lubed my hole and his cock. I poppered up as he began to press into me. Barry had sufficiently loosened me up and Trace slide up into me easily. He was super horny and it only took about 5 minutes of intense pounding before Trace was filling my ass with his load. Once he pulled out of me, he joined me on the bed and we cuddled, kissed and caressed each other. While we were locked in our embrace there was another knock on the door. I got up to answer the door. I welcomed into the room a new fuck buddy. Ray is a latino guy in his early 50's. He had fucked me for the first time about 3 weeks ago. Ray is also newly divorced. He had let guys blow him in his high school and college days. But, it had been decades since he'd ever really thought about guys. But following his divorce, he found at his age, it was difficult to find women to fuck. Since Vegas has a ton of very active adult bookstore video booths, Ray had discovered the video booths and had once again discovered that guys give amazing head. In the several years that he'd been letting guys blow him, he's loosened up and had expanded into fucking guys. Ray seemed a bit uncomfortable the Trace was still in the room, but Trace asked Ray if he minded if he stay to watch him fuck me? Ray awkwardly said, "Yeah. Sure". But, you could tell he was uncomfortable with it. It must have been a new experience for him. But, even so, Ray quickly undressed and was fully hard when he pulled his boxers down. Ray climbed onto the bed and I climbed on and knelt between his legs, taking his 7", uncut, thick, latino dick into my mouth. While I was sucking on Ray, Trace climbed behind me on the bed and slid his cock back into my ass. "I know I won't be able to cum again, but this is fucking hot, guys. I just want to feel your ass on my cock as you suck your buddies dick", Trace said as he slowly fucked me. I sucked Ray for several minutes, then moved my head up and sucked his nipples then kissed him. "Oh, Fuck! That's HOT!", Trace said. "Yeah! I love seeing you kiss another man." I pinched Ray's nipples as we kissed passionately and swapped spit. Trace was now pounding me hard and deep. Within moments he shot an unexpected second load into my cunt. "OH, FUCK!" Trace yelled as he exploded in my ass. Then he pulled out of me and went to the desk chair and sat down to watch Ray and I play. I reached back and took hold of Ray's cock. I put his cockhead up to my cum slick asshole. Ray had insisted on using a condom the first time he fucked me a few weeks ago. But he said nothing as I lowered myself onto his cock. His latino dick slid easily up into my cum filled cunt. He let out a soft sigh as he slid balls deep into me. I rode his cock for several minutes, then he pushed me off and told me to get on my back. I laid on my back with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. He got off the bed and stepped up to me. He lifted my legs up and draped them over his shoulders. Then he slid back up inside of my hole. I sniffed poppers as he began to fuck me deep and hard. Trace had moved to the bed. He sat on the end of the bed, so he could get a good view of Ray fucking me. Soon Trace climbed over me and began to kiss me as Ray continued to fuck me. The sight of Trace kissing me must have been a turn-on for Ray. He soon was groaning and filling by ass with his load. Once Ray had pulled from me, Trace and I slid to the side of the king sized bed and continued to kiss. Ray climbed onto the bed, next to me. I turned and began to kiss Ray. Soon, Trace had climbed over us and the three of us swapped passionate, sloppy kisses. I was happy to see there was chemistry between both Roy and Trace. I suggested we 3 get together again. They agreed and we're going to try to make it happen again as soon as possible.

Part 33 　 Well, hell, just about an hour ago, I had decided I should be home and stop this silliness and now I had just taken my 6th and 7th ever loads of cum in my ass and they were all toxic HIV positive loads. What the hell was I doing? While those cocks were in me I couldn't think of anything but being fucked and filled with their HOT cum, but when done my mind just would not wrap around what I was doing. Barely a week had gone by since I had been totally straight with no thoughts of gay sex at all. Now, I wanted more and didn't want more. My ass was sore as hell, bleeding and yet feeling so empty and in need of the magnificent feeling of being fucked more and more. I needed to get home and try to think. I got up off of those two marvelous cocks, omg, I had to quit thinking that. I walked like I was in a trance or something towards the kitchen to go out. I was almost stumbling along now and as I was passing by the stairs, the stripper was just getting to the bottom of them. He immediately grabbed me and almost had to hold me up. He asked me, "you ok? Where are you heading?" I couldn't answer, just pointed towards the back. He put an arm around me and helped me walk into the kitchen and then to the door and opened it for me. He then held me up as we went towards my place, where he had to open the door for me. He then helped me get in and up the stairs to my room. I was finally able to speak a little and told him, "I need a shower badly." He said, "hold still right here and I will get it running for you." When it was on he helped me into it and then stepped in with me. He started to soap me up as my mind just would not function enought to wash myself. As he was washing me he said, "by the way, I know your name is Jim, but everyone just calls me 'the stripper.'" He kind of laughed a little and said, "hey, may I introduce you to myself? My name is really Randy and I am very happy to know you, Jim." It was almost funny, as here we were, having fucked, and him helping me home and now basically bathing me since I couldn't seem to and now he was holding his hand out to shake my hand having introduced himself to me. I couldn't help it and started to actually giggle at that and he soon joined me and then we were both laughing out asses off about it. I was finally able to say, "I am so happy to meet you, Randy." It was ludicrous and we both laughed all the harder. We finally got done and out of the shower. I was able to function a little better now and we dried each other off. Then he escorted me to the bed, pulled the covers down and helped tuck me in. I asked, "I am so tired, and you look tired also, why don't you lay down with me and take a nap, too?" He hesitated a minute and then pulled the blanket down, climbed in and covered up and grabbed me and put my head on his shoulder and we were both soon fast asleep.

I never would have guessed you were 18," the clerk said handing me back my id. With a shaky hand, i reached for it. Nervous as to what to expect and nervous I would be seen, I almost turned and just bolted. But I had waited too long. After a few hookups in the bookstore booths, I wanted to experience the baths and see if it was really true, that they were just places for men to fuck non stop. Remembering the directions he had given me, i followed the turns and found my room. I figured a room would give me a place to hide if i needed it. I quickly changed into, well, nothing, just a small towel. A very small towel that barely covered my butt it was so short. I watched porn for a few minutes on the little tv and then got my courage up to go look around. I grabbed my key and made it out and wandered thru the halls. No one in the weight room and I didn't care about the showers or bathrooms. I found my way out to the courtyard and turned around after looking briefly at a packed Jacuzzi. As I walked back in I almost bumped into someone. Looking up and down, I was quickly reduced to shyness. He was hot. Really hot. 6 3" maybe, but thin, real thin, except for his big hands and feet. His graying balding hair was cut real short. And it was pretty dark but i had a good feeling about the tent coming from the towel he had on. " Well hello there...," he said quietly in a low sexy voice. "Uh hi" i managed. " I know I would remember seeing you here before, is this your first time?" "Yeah, I just turned 18 a few weeks ago..." I said trailing off. "You are 18?" he asked, looking at me closely. "yeah, but I, i um, i kind of like guys older than me." "Like guys that are maybe 46?," he said smiling. "Yeah, just like that." I said. "Chris, my room is just down the hall, why dont we go there where we can have a little privacy and... ge tto know each other." ""Ok, " was all i said. I was so nervous, but he was so hot. And this was happening. He was leading me by my hand to his room. He sat on the bed and patted for me to sit down too. "So Chris is this your first time here or your first time?" It didn't make sense to lie. I have been going to a bookstore for a few months and usually suck or get sucked. I have gotten fucked a few times too." "Did you like that, getting fucked?" "Well kind of. It hurts a lot but felt good too. Not sure if i am too tight or condoms aren't slippery, but it feels like they tear you when a guy is inside." "Yeah, a lot of guys say that. Condoms are really uncomfortable. For the top too, let me tell you. It sure does feel better without one. have you ever tried it without a condom?" "No, i always meet guys I don't know and everyone says that you should always wear one." "Chris, not everyone says that. A lot of guys here don't use them. They think it ruins it. And a lot of bottoms decide that they want to feel the man cum in them." " But what... isn't that really dangerous?" "Some things are worth the risk maybe. You should try it, maybe you will like it." "I don't know. I don't know if I should." "Well you don't need to decide this second do you? I gotta ask though Chris, I have been wanting to since I saw you out there. Can you take that towel off? I really want to see that butt." I got up right away and dropped my towel and turned to show him my butt. "Yeah that's a hot butt. Spread your legs a little. yeah like that, now bend over and open up and let me see that little boy hole." I saw out of the corner of my eye he had dropped his towel and now turned my head to look and there it was. He wasn't all the way hard yet but it was on its way to being a perfect rock hard 9 inch cock with a massive mushroom head and big shaved cum filled balls. it was giant. And perfect. "You like that cock Chris? Like what I have for you?" "Yeah, its so big. its so big." Walking towards me he pushed me down onto my knees. He didn't have to say anything, as I immediately opened wide and took him into my mouth. Almost immediately, I lost myself in it. His cock was growing rock hard and felt so good in my mouth as i strained to take more and more of it. "Yeah Chris, you love that cock in your mouth dont you?" With my mouth full all i could do is nod my head over and over and try even more to swallow all over that massive man meat. After a minute or two, he stopped moaning and said "Fuck yeah, now its my turn to taste you." I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock, swirling my tongue around the head one last time trying to catch any precum I could and stood up. " No, get on the bed on your tummy. It isn't your cock I want to taste." I didn't understand at first; I had never had my hole rimmed before. When he pulled my cheeks apart and i felt his rough beard against me, I knew. And then i felt it. That magic feeling of a twisting and squirming wet tongue on my sensitive hole. It felt so good. And he loved it too, I could tell. He was licking and stabbing his tongue into my asshole, trying to fuck me with his mouth. I was moaning and gasping and trying not to squirm and buck too much. It just felt so fucking good. After a few minutes, he finally came up for air. His cock was like steel, and so was mine. "I am gonna fuck you now," he declared. It was not a request. It was a fact. And he knew I was going to let him. Out came the lube and he poured it into his hand and went to work working it into me slowly. He was careful not to hurt me, saying "I want to open you up slow so you can take lots of cock and don't get too sore." After getting me and my hole all ready for just about anything at that point, he began to jerk his cock off slowly, coating it with lube. Aiming it at my hole, I felt him start to press against me. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I said. "I don't have any. Besides, it feels so much better without anything between us. Don't you want to make my big cock feel really good?" he said in a low sexy voice. He never stopped working it in either and at that moment he popped in and made it past my outer ring. As about 3 inches slid into me, I gasped and worked to relax. "Just relax Chris. I am gonna make it feel so good you will be begging me to cum inside you. But I can pull out too. Up to you. Ah yeah it feel so good. So fucking good." And he was just working his cock into me, deeper and deeper. Filling me. And i was trying to think but the need for cock was taking over and I was almost in surrender mode. Surrender happened when he announced "Fuck yeah, 9 inches of cock inside you. Do you feel that? Do you feel full of cock boy?" "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah" was all i could get out. As he slowly pulled out and slid back in again, I couldn't even touch my cock. I knew I would come that quickly, if i did. He started working in and out faster now, with deeper strokes. He was hitting deep and i was gasping and moaning and asking for more. "I want to keep fucking you, but i am gonna shoot soon. Your hole is so tight and eager, its pulling the cum up outta my balls." he said. It then flashed thru me again. He was barebacking me. No condom. Maybe that's why it felt so good? Maybe it wouldn't be any good if he had worn one. Instead, this feeling was magical. His cock felt so good I couldn't imagine not having him fuck me. I would hate to have missed this. His raw cock was fucking me so good and deep and sliding so smoothly. He was really fucking me now, and I was grunting and gasping as he fucked the wind out of me with every deep pounding he gave. "Oh fuck boy, I am gonna shoot if I keep fucking you like this. I am gonna fill you with cum. Or else gotta pull out." He grunted. " Don't stop. Are you clean? Like hiv?" I managed to get out. "This is poz cock you got in you Chris." And now he was pounding me. I was moaning and gasping and grunting and totally losing myself in the feelings of my hole as he pummeled it with his massive cock. "Fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you". He muttered with clenched teeth as he pounded me. "Fuck yeah, gonna give you my load. Big fucking poz load. Poz your little fuck hole up and get you hooked on getting your hole bred." "Fucking shit yeah, fuck me man fuck my fucking hole. Cum in me. Give me your load. I want it. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me." I kept repeating that last part who knows how many times. "Yeah , fucking yeah, her it comes here it comes. Fuck yeah fucking take that poz cum. Fell that cock shooting cum in your little fuck hole. Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaaaahhhh" he almost shouted. 'Yeah yeah yeah, give it to me. fucking fuck me. Fill me up. Fill me with cum. Oh yeah, fucking give it to me." He slowed down and finally came to a stop. He still had his cock buried inside me. "I want to keep it in you while my cum soaks into you" he whispered. "Are you really hiv positive?" i asked. "Yeah i am. And I just gave you a huge load." he said. "It felt so good." I said. " " What getting fucked?" "No, when you came in me, I felt it jet inside me and felt your cock pulsing. I am glad you did that. I didnt know it was so much better bare." "Oh Chris, there are some friends of mine out there that would love to add to my seed inside you. Want me to show you around?" "Yeah, i want more. I want more now." I said.

PART 3 We had taken a few steps down the hall when I realized I didn’t have my towel. He told me to just show off and let the guys see how hot I was. Normally, I would have been much more shy, but I was on a high from getting fucked. I don’t think we went more than twenty feet before we ran into someone my new friend knew. “Ron, glad I ran into you. I hope you haven’t cum yet tonight. I’d like you to meet my new friend Chris. Chris is here for the first time and also just took his first load.” Now, he looked at me. “Chris, you want to get fucked again don’t you?” I was embarrassed, but nodded. “Ron is hot, isn’t he”, he added. I nodded again. “Ron, what do you think of my new young friend? Is he fuckable?” Ron looked me up and down. “Chris, do you wanna go back to my room and we can become friends too? I think I got something you’ll like,” he said, and then dropped his towel open. He wasn’t hard yet, but it was obvious he had a big cut cock and massive shaved balls. I looked to my breeder for approval and he gave me a soft look and said “Chris, I’ll be here all night and you come back and find me before you leave. And if anyone gives you any trouble, you find me. And have fun. And do whatever feels good. Feed that hole. I know it’s hungry. Give in.” And then he leaned in and gave me a kiss and a swat on my butt and turned back. Ron grabbed my hand and led me to his room. I was 18, naked with a man twice my age leading me down to a tiny room, where he was going to fuck me. And I was nervous about being inexperienced and what he would be like and I was also super excited because he already knew I wanted to get fucked and that I had let his friend shoot his cum into me. And Ron was hot. He turned out to be 42. He was a little taller than me at 6 feet and thin, but not skinny. He was starting to lose his hair, but I thought that was hot too. Even soft his cock had looked big, with a nice cut mushroom head. But if his cock had looked Big, his balls had looked giant. As we entered his room and he shut the door behind us, I wondered, with hope, that maybe those huge balls meant more cum when he shot his load? As he turned to face me and dropped his towel, I tried to be cool, but I think my face and eyes betrayed me. I wanted this man badly. I wanted to be his bottom. I wanted him to shoot a massive load up from those giant balls. And I wanted that sperm inside me. There was never one second where I didn’t think to myself that I was making sure he came in me. Every drop. And as far as if he had HIV. I definitely thought about that. And had a total what are you doing discussion in my head. It was like I couldn’t stop myself and I decided it wasn’t going to stop me. If he even had HIV.

(aka From cautious to chaser) Drew started down the slippery slope when visiting a public toilet in a park. As he was relieving himself, another guy entered and instead of urinating started to wank his dick. The sight of this, turned Drew on and before he knew what was happening he was sucking thus guy off. As a result Drew started visiting this place regularly to suck and be sucked. After a few such encounters, people started either wanting to fuck him or be fucked by him. Drew would have none of that! This changed, however, when Drew came to the park, bringing with him a men's magazine just purchased that included a special gift of a condom. After perusing the magazine, the sexual tension got too much and he proceeded to the toilets to wank off his cock. Whilst he was in the cubicle another man entered the toilets and started wanking himself off at the urinals. Drew spotted him and joined him. But after some sexy playing with each other, the man said how much he like to be fucked. Drew thought that he did after all have a condom on him and agreed to do so. The next stage down the slippery slope and he wrapped his cock with the condom and started fucking this stranger. The excitement was too much and before long he'd shot his load. Thereafter Drew would bring a packet of condoms with him to satisfy the needs of several demanding men in the park's toilet block. Sometimes, some of the guys he met would try to Drew. Even with a condom, there was no way Drew would risk this and would always refuse. This changed when a newbie in his late teens who was still a virgin, eagerly desired to fuck Drew. Knowing his status, having played with him a few times, Drew acquiesced to allow the youth to take his anal virginity. It was very difficult for the youth to shove his erection up Drew's virgin hole and when he finally managed it, the pain was so unbearable that Drew had to get him to pull out almost immediately. Although, the experience had been initially unpleasant , it did lead Drew further down the slippery slope, now Drew became willing to be fucked with a condom. Drew started frequenting a popular cruising site. There he was often in demand to fuck or be fucked. Drew remained cautious and always fucked with a condom, despite offers to do without. One interesting feature at this site, on hot sunny days many frequenters would walk around the site absolutely naked. Sometimes Drew also went naked. It was this that eventually led Drew further down the slippery hole. As Drew was walking naked along one of the quieter side paths of the site, he espied a good-looking naked young man in his early twenties. This man was obviously interested in Drew and headed further into the bushes and found a secluded clearing. When he got there the young man went onto his knees offering his arse to be fucked. Only condoms were not on offer. Drew was torn between fucking him sheathless and walking away. But the temptation got too much for him and before he knew it, he had gone further down the slippery hole! Drew squirted lube on his now erect penis and entered the man bare. He thrust in and out with his bare cock until the excitement of the situation became too much for Drew and he shot his load inside the man. Not only was the young man very appreciative,but asked Drew to felch his cum around inside him. Yet another new experience for Drew. After that Drew went on to fuck other men bare, but was always careful not to let anyone fuck him bare. Once again Drew started further down the slippery slope, as he was fucking another guy bare in a coppice within the cruising site, when another guy came along to see what was happening. Drew, being an exhibitionist at heart, welcomed the attention and was happy for onlookers to admire him pistoning in and out of this man. The watcher wanked himself off to the sight, but much to Drew's surprise, he suddenly felt the man shove his cock up Drew's arse. The man must have presumed Drew was happy to be fucked bare if he was fucking another guy bare. Drew so enjoyed the experience of this bare cock up him that he let the man fuck him for a while, before ensuring he stopped short of cumming inside him. There was no way, Drew was going to let that happen to him. After that from time to time, Drew allowed people to fuck him bare but with always the proviso that they weren't to cum inside him! There's was absolutely no way that Drew would go down the slippery slope any further, was there? He popped into a local toilets that was used for cottaging. Several men were wanking themselves in the urinals. Drew went into one of the cubicles and also started getting himself erect, when one of the others in the bloc joined him within the cubicle. Drew sucked the man off and when he was fully erect, he was very keen to fuck Drew bare within the cubicle. It didn't take much to persuade Drew to turn around and bend over within the confined space to accommodate this man's bare dick inside him. He forcefully fucked Drew. There came a point when Drew felt the time had come for this man to withdraw to avoid spilling his semen inside him, so Drew tried to pull away but was rather stuck within the small confines of the cubicle. The man continued his onslaught. On no less than four occasions Drew tried to pull out but to no avail! Then the man pulled out, but Drew then noticed to his horror that the man's cock was coated with fresh jizz. He had come inside Drew bare! Drew didn't immediately become a cumdump far from it. Although he continued to fuck people bare, he still refrained from being fucked bare. Often he still used condoms. But he continued down the slippery slope when he was sucking a guy off in the darkroom. The angle Drew was at was perfect for people to come up behind him and stick their cocks right up his bare arse, which is what one guy proceeded to do. Drew was surprised by this man's no-asked bare entry, but he enjoyed the feeling so let him continue, whilst he continued to suck on cock. The man's ploughing of Drew's arse kept apace with Drew's sucking of the other's cock until in synchrony they both blew their load. Drew enjoyed his first experience of simultaneously receiving two loads, one oral, one anal. This just pushed him further down the slippery hole! Drew started to take bare cock, throwing caution to the wind, except he still did not knowingly accept poz cocks. Drew was now kidding himself as he happily accepted any cocks without asking. He particularly enjoyed one occasion when in the darkroom, he was taken by four different men, all who spunked deeply into his hole, so that their sperm started oozing out of his arse. Drew craved and got more of this action. He continued down the slippery hole! Encouraged by barebacking sites that insisted it was safe to be barebacked by those who were poz but on medication, he took his next step down the slippery hole by contacting someone, who described himself as poz on meds. He arranged to meet him for an anonymous fuck. Drew arranged to let himself into the man's house and find him inside with his arse lubed and ready to be taken. Drew entered gingerly and found the man lying on his bed naked and ready for action. Drew spent little time with preliminaries, dropping his pants, stroking his cock erect and then plunging it into his first acknowledged poz bottom. Down the slippery slope Drew went as he shoved his cock down the man's slippery hole! Drew was really turned on by what he was doing and thrust in and out quickly. Just as quickly he came to a climax, splattering the inside of the poz bottom with his negative spunk. Drew left without further ado, but determined to find another poz on meds arse to fuck. There was, of course, no way he was going to let a poz fuck his arse! Drew next went to visit another contact, who was also poz on meds, and attended his local sauna. He met up with him and they went into a private cubicle, where they spent time sucking one another off before Drew got himself ready and placed his cock against the bum crack of another poz arse. He pushed in firmly added by the lubrication of saliva and found a welcoming hole within. Drew enjoyed fucking yet another bare poz arse. It turned him on, but he felt reassured that he didn't think it was too risky. The excitement led him to ejaculate inside quite quickly. But the session wasn't over as his contact wanted to be sucked off by Drew. As he sucked him off so the wonderful cock grew in his mouth and Drew realised he wanted this cock up his arse. Knowing his status, but that he was on meds, made Drew feel okay about doing so and yet once again it pushed Drew further down the slippery slope as this magnificent specimen was pushed bare up Drew's arse. Drew was surprised how much he was turned on by the experience of receiving a bare poz cock up his arse and longed for his poz, albeit it undetectable, seed would flood his insides. It wasn't long before his desire was realised and the cock pulsed as great wads of poz sperm shot up his hole. Drew wanted more, did this include going that final slide down the slippery slope and accepting an unmedicated poz cock? Things progressed faster than Drew could have imagined, he was contacted on a barebacking site by someone very close in his vicinity, but who was described as poz not on meds. Drew replied that he was willing to meet up, but who only be prepared to fuck him and not be fucked by him, rationalising this might be safer. The following evening he popped round to the man's house. They soon got down to business and the guy was happy to accept Drew's full grown cock up his arse. Drew picked up a good rhythm and was completely turned on by the experience of fucking his first fully poz arse. So he descended even further down the slippery slope, no longer cautious in his actions, Drew had effectively become a chaser. Drew blasted his load inside the man and presumed this was the end of the proceedings, but the guy had other plans. He persuaded Drew to accept his cock up inside him, agreeing that he would withdraw if requested. Drew felt really turned on, but scared as he accepted the man's poz cock up his arse. The man ploughed Drew's arse really well and Drew was enjoying the feeling of bare cock inside him. Drew was now descending to the bottom of the slippery pole as the man's pole slid up his slippery arse. This carried on for quite some time before Drew called a halt to the proceedings fearing the danger of him accidentally shooting his toxic load inside him. Drew got the shock of his life as the man withdrew his now wilting cock from Drew's hole for it was covered in spunk. He insisted that he would have withdrawn at any time if Drew had asked him, but considering he had not, he happily shot his very toxic poz cum inside Drew.! Drew had now slipped to the very bottom of the slippery pole!

I was in LA for a few days for work. After spending a day standing on my feet, I felt that I deserved a break and a massage. I found a hot guy on another site who did massages and was a top with a nice 8” dick. I made an appointment and cleaned out before heading over. We both got naked for the massage and he was really hot. Handsome, a nice hairy and fit body, and a great looking cock. When I caught a glimpse of his hairy ass, I knew we were going to do much more than a simple massage. I got on the table face down and he gave me a really good massage. When he told me to flip over, my hard cock was immediately apparent. While massaging my chest, his cock and balls would rub against my face and I stuck my tongue out to give them a few licks. When he started really stroking my cock, I told him that I wanted to eat his ass. He bent over his sofa and presented his hairy hole to me. I dove in and licked, sucked and chewed on his hot pucker, making him moan loudly. I ate his ass for about 10 minutes when he decided he wanted to fuck me. Luckily, I had cleaned out before coming over so I was ready. His profile said “condom only” but he told me he liked to fuck bare. I bent over the massage table and he slid into me. He fucked me deep and hard and was soon filling my ass with his load. After that, I dressed and went out to get an Uber back to my hotel. In the Uber, I logged onto another site to see if any of my buddies were around. One guy in WeHo was on. We had almost hooked up the previous day but it was too late for me. I asked if he wanted to fuck a seeded hole and he responded with a “fuck, yeah”. I asked the Uber if we could go to Hollywood instead and we drove that way. I had to wait outside for a little while when I got there but my too showed up soon. He is bi and didn’t want to suck or kiss, but he loved to rim my ass and fuck me. We played for over an hour before he loaded me up with my second load of the night. Now I went back to the hotel and found a hot, young, hairy, uncut guy who wanted to do a late night hookup. I asked if he wanted to come over and he told me he’d be there around 1 AM. He liked ripe pits and cummy holes so I laid naked on the bed to wait for him. When he showed up, he was way hotter than his pics. He quickly stripped down too and I started sucking his uncut cock. He really wanted to fuck and told me he could cum a few times. He entered my cum filled ass easily and shot his first load. He went off to clean out and shower, so I played with my ass while he was away. He came out, all clean and sexy, and laid down next to me. Now, we got into some kissing, rimming and sucking before he shoved his thick cock into me and gave me another load. We cuddled and fooled around some more until he was ready again. This time was slow and sensuous and it took him a long time to cum meh worked all the loads inside me into a nice frothy mixture before dumping his last load of the night into me. I cleaned off his spent cock, enjoying the taste of the cum and my ass on it. That night, I took 5 loads from 3 guys. It was hot riding around from fuck to fuck in an Uber, with my ass loaded up but the driver totally unaware. I look forward to repeating this on another trip soon.

I visited my usual FB for our Sunday session, which usually entails me to choke on his cock until it is hard, and then, with me on all fours, my FB plows me hard until he drops his load. Afterwards he will slowly work my ass until he is again hard, then fucking me until he dumps another load deep in my hole. This has been our reliable arrangement for Sundays for quite some time. This week, however, I found my FB had a visitor, a friend who, like my FB, is in his 50s. They both ended-up sharing me. After a three hour session I left with four loads in my ass and a gaping hole. I begged him to invite more guys next Sunday.

PART 2 As I started to cAtch my breath, the knowledge that an HIV positive guy had just cum inside me hit me more. I was still riding the waves of pleasure from getting fucked though and looked down at my still rock hard cock and realized I had completely ignored it. It hadn’t mattered to me. All of my pleasure had come from my hole. And that pleasure had been more amazing than anything I had ever felt. I knew I couldn’t not have more, whatever the risk was gonna be. He had lit a fire in me. His hard cock had. And his cum. His hot cum that was hiv positive and currently soaking into me, my body absorbing it. As his softening cock slowly slid out of me, I immediately instinctively clamped my hole shut. It seemed important to keep it all in me. “Chris, that was the hottest hole I have fucked in years. I swear, your hole gripped my cock like you literally needed it in you. And i’m So happy you decided to let me breed you and give you my cum. It’s a special bond we have now. You have my seed inside you, my essence.” I was so happy. I was a good bottom. He had loved fucking me. “I couldn’t help it. Once you were inside me, it felt so good. And I didn’t want it to stop. And... I don’t know why, but all of a sudden it just seemed like I needed your cum.” I was embarrassed saying the last part. I couldn’t understand it really, I just knew what it felt like. And at the time, something clicked and I needed it. I would have begged if I had had to, but didn’t say that. He looked down at me and smiled. “My boy found his inner cum slut. I knew when I saw you that you would be special. Some guys get fucked and some guys are bottoms Chris. You are a bottom. Bottoms need cock in their holes. They don't use condoms. Taking cum becomes an addiction. A need. I have a feeling my cute young friend, that your hole is going to need lots of hot cum to be happy.” As I lay on the thin mattress with a near strangers cum flooded in my hole, my cock still hard, what he had just said ran in my head over and over. I had been fucked before and it had been just ok. Not great at all. The fucking I had just taken in this tiny little room had been the exact opposite. It had been the hottest sex I had ever had or even thought of. I had never felt so alive, had never wanted a cock so badly. And it had occurred to me more than once, a guy with HIV had shot a huge load in my ass and I wasn’t scared or freaking out. I was grateful. It was like.... it was like he had showed me the secret. “I don’t even know what’s happening, but I can’t help it. Nothing ever felt that good before.” Now he rose off the bed and looked at me intently. “My boy has a look that is telling me his hole is still hungry.” I nodded, a little embarrassed to admit it, even to him. It was all so new. “Let’s go find you a nice big cock to fill you up again. Do you want that? To feel another man’s cock throbbing as he shoots his sperm into your willing little ass?” My eyes big, my cock like steel, I rose off the bed too and took his hand as he opened the door and began to lead me down the narrow hall towards whatever or whoever was next. I was scared and nervous, but most of all excited and horny. And I knew I wanted more.

My head hit the wall and the wind was knocked out of me, He had his hand tight round my throat and I was struggling to breathe. He savagely thrust his tongue deep into my mouth and crushed my balls with his free hand. My head was spinning as he sucked the breath from me. Then he removed his tongue and bit my lip sharply and I felt blood trickle down my chin. He licked it with his tongue and pressed his lips on it to taste more then he stepped back saying 'Be careful what you wish for'. Then he turned and left the toilet. I was left standing by the wall with my cock throbbing and gagging to cum, I was so turned on and shocked. I turned to the urinal and stroked myself hard and shot a powerful load out that almost hurt with its intensity. Minutes before I had watched him head for the toilet in the pub and followed him. I had seen him at the Tuesday bike meet the previous few weeks with his gang of five guys, all about the same age and all very deeply attractive in a rough way, like him. I had heard a rumour that they were a gay biker group and I wanted to know more. Two friends had warned me off, but they couldn't give a good reason why. I wanted to see Tom, the obvious leader, close up and personal. His dark intense eyes and the way he moved and interacted with his lads was consuming me with curiosity and lust. SO I followed him into the toilet and stood at the urinal right beside him. I looked down at his cock and mine, which I had removed thinking I would piss, started to harden immediately. His cock was a good size, but that's not what struck me: his cock shaft was tattooed with a design I couldn't quite make out without really staring Added to that he had an ampallang bar crosswise through the end of his cock-head which was protruding from a big foreskin and I thought I could just make out some metal on the underside of his cock. That's when he turned and struck, pinning me to the wall and setting my pulse racing and my cock on fire. By the time i left the toilet he and his lads had ridden off and I was left feeling empty and longing for him. I had always been completely top, but seeing his cock made me crave attention from it in a way I couldn't even understand. I waited impatiently for the next Tuesday meet. I was there early, like a stupid kid, and was twitchy every time I heard another group of riders approach the pub. I had almost given up and was feeling very frustrated when I heard another group arriving. I tried not to look to obviously at him when he removed his helmet and walked across the car park towards the bar, but our eyes met. I tried not to give anything away in my expression and he half-sneered, half-smiled at me then turned away. My heart was in my mouth and I could feel it beating so hard. He didn't look my way again and it felt like he was ignoring me or teasing me, and he was surrounded by his other guys, who all seemed to be like acolytes; it was clear he was the centre of their universe. I didn't know what to do, but eventually he broke from the group and went into the toilet again, so I quickly put my bottle down and followed. I was scared that he'd ignore me or tell me to leave him alone. I took the urinal beside him again and risked taking out my cock, which was harding. He was pissing and I glanced at his cock again and mine jumped with the stimulation of seeing it again.As he pissed he made a sort of display of his cock for me. He lifted it up and I could finally see he had a ladder of piercings on the underside of his shaft. I gasped involuntarily when I saw it. He turned and surprised me again by pushing me against the wall again. His cock was still free of his pants and it was pushed against mine, and was hardening. He put his face right up to mine and looked straight into my eyes and said 'I thought I warned you to be careful what you wish for'. My mouth was dry and I hardly knew how to speak. 'What does it take to join your group?' was what I managed to get out. He sneered again and said 'I don't know if you're man enough. You have to be prepared to take stuff and give other things up'. I didn't understand, but at that moment I thought anything would be worth doing to be with this guy. He could see the lust in my eyes and he knew he had me hooked. 'There's an initiation', he said, 'and new members have to submit to me and the group'. 'OK', I stuttered, 'but I only top, is that ok?'. He tongued deep into my mouth again, expertly, but roughly, and I groaned with desire. I could feel the roughness of the metal in his cock rubbing against my erection. 'If you want to join, you do exactly what I want, or you never bother me again'. I couldn't think of anything except how his tongue made me feel and the touch of his cock. He had me. 'I'll do anthing' I said. 'Anything can mean a great deal - are you sure?' he replied. 'Yes', I said, 'I want to be in your group more than anything else'. He kissed me once more, this time less roughly, then he carefully put his cock away and turned to go. 'Ok', he said, 'follow us back'. Then he was gone and I was left wondering what I had just let myself in for. I didn't know whether to be scared or excited, but my desire and the thought of his dark eyes and his mouth was driving me wild, and I couldn't even concentrate my mind on his cock, the thought of which was making me feel in ways I had never felt before. I got myself together and walked out into the car park. Tom and his guys were already getting on their bikes and I went over to mine and got helmeted and gloved and fired up the engine just as they were pulling out. I followed for about 8 miles. Tom was leading on his hot Ducati 848. Eventually they pulled off down a tree-lined lane and then turned again into a stableyard of a small farm. They parked up their bikes inside a small barn and I followed and parked up. I was shaking with nerves. They all must have been familiar with what was to happen as, without speaking, they led me to a stall at the end where there was a sling and a lot of other equipment. The five guys stood around me and between them stripped me of my leathers while Tom watched, his face showing no emotion whatsoever. They removed all my clothing and I have never felt so naked as I felt under the gaze of those five guys and Tom. My cock was semi-erect and was twitching as they lifted me into the sling and fitted arm and leg shackles. I was now completely at their mercy and exposed. They removed their leather jackets and Tom said 'Time to change to our initiation hardware'. They went to the chest at the side wall and there was a tidy as you might use for screws on top of it. Each had a drawer with their own name, which they removed and set down. Then they removed their identical black tee-shirts and removed their boots and leather trousers. All had identical leather jocks, which they also removed. Their bodies were similarly toned and hot but the other similarity gave me a gut-punch once it registered in my consciousness. They all had identical tattoos across between their hips, around their navels and down onto their cock shafts. The overall effect was stunning, intricate tribal and celtic ink work that flowed across their lower abdomen and down their shaft. Then my brain saw it for what it was - the ink work was an intricate working that encompassed several biohazard symbols. I flipped. 'You guys all poz?', I spluttered. 'Please tell me you're all on meds. I'm clean and I really really don't wanna be pozzed'. I was pulling at the restraints to no avail. Tom walked over to me, bent down and whispered into my ear 'You said you'd do anything, and I did warn you. There is no way out now and I promise I will look after you'. He kissed me and at that point I wanted to kill him. The guys, including Tom, then spent the next few minutes in complete silence at the side carefully changing the ends of their piercings. Like Tom they all had an ampallang and a ladder of 10 piercings on the undersides of their cocks. I couldn't see clearly, but was later to realise they were exchanging normal round ball ends for sharp pointed bar ends. By this time I was thrashing in the sling, swearing and threatening that when I got out I would kill them all one-by-one if they went ahead and pozzed me. They took no notice and Tom came to the head end of the sling. He was fully erect and he thrust his cock to my mouth saying 'Get it well wet or it goes in dry'. With that he pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I tried to scream as the sharp ends of his piercings cut my mouth, so instinctively I opened my mouth wider to avoid the cutting sensation. When he pulled it out, his cock was covered in my spit and blood. He moved to the other end of the sling and the other five guys stood around me, holding me down. Tom placed his cock at the entrance of my hole and I despaired. He forced his cockhead, which I had admired so much so recently, through my tight entrance. I couldn't exactly feel it but was certain that the sharp ends of the ampallang had already cut into the flesh of my anus. Once his cockhead was inside me he urged me to relax, almost sensually and his gaze held mine. He thrust his cock deep into me and I could feel pain like I had never felt before. I kept his gaze and as he fucked me I felt like I was drowning in his eyes. In spite of the pain I started to see the beauty in his eyes and face and I submitted to the intensity of his cock raiding me. I lost sense of time but I was aware his eyes were changing and the soft look was becoming harder and I realised that he was building towards orgasm. His cock, which filled my tight hole, swelled and then the most fantastic thing happened. As his cock pulsed and showered my insides with his toxic cum, the intense discomfort from the cutting from his piercings was soothed, bathed in his soothing toxic load. Tom's muscles all tensed as he came inside me and I was suddenly overwhelmed with desire for him again. As he pounded his cum into me, his ampallang directly massaging my prostate I lost control and my cock exploded in a huge orgasm that shot over my head and onto the chest of the guy holding my shoulders down. Tom left his cock inside me briefly, then removed it gently. He licked my cum off the guy behind me and off my chest and kissed me tenderly. I melted under the invasion of his tongue and our kissing was lubricated with my cum. He moved his lips up to my ear and whispered 'You're one of us now. You became completely mine once my demon seed was released into you. And now the others are going to initiate you too.'

My regular Daddy had invited me over to his flat for a Saturday afternoon fucking. I made my way to his flat and he greeted me at his front door wearing leather chaps, boots and a jock which was bulging with his large, uncut cock inside. He kissed me, tweaked my nipples through my T-shirt and said he had a surprise for me. I was excited, he slapped my arse and ushered me through to his kitchen. Once there he blindfolded me and then proceeded to strip me completely naked. He then lead me forth, it felt exhilarating not knowing what was in store. My body was tingling in anticipation, the rest of my senses were heightened by my loss of sight. I could hear porn, the unmistakable sound of men fucking coming from the TV. Daddy stopped me and pushed me down to my knees on the floor. Daddy said 'are you ready for your surprise' to which I replied 'yes Daddy'. With this I could hear some movement of bodies and feet. I felt Daddy close behind me, his large cock in his jock brushing against me as I was down on my knees. His hands touched the sides of my head as he was preparing to remove the blindfold and show me what the surprise was. He undid the blindfold and the sight of three, large, well built men stood in front of me. They were naked and wanking their cocks, which all looked hard and impressive. I glanced and smiled at Daddy, we had spoken before about our fantasies and he knew that I wanted to be used by a group and he had now made it happen and my fantasy was about to become a reality thanks to him. Daddy introduced me as his boy and offered me to his three guests, telling them to enjoy their selves. The first guy stepped forward, he was middle eastern looking, he was bald headed, had a solid, thick, muscular body and a very large, thick, cut cock which he pushed straight into my mouth. I swallowed if eagerly, taking it fully into my mouth. He was forceful with his movements, pushing his cock deep into my mouth, fucking my throat. While he was balls deep in my mouth, my focus on his cock, one of the other guys had moved behind me and had pulled my ass cheeks apart and had two fingers lodged deep in my hole. This is exactly what I had hoped for in my fantasy and was lucky that Daddy had made it happen. The guy behind me moved me into all fours, he was quite rough and forceful. Once on all fours I felt his cock slapping on my arse, and his cock head probing at my hole. The guy in front of me was holding my head and fucking my mouth and then I felt a cock fully enter my arsehole. It felt so good, two masculine studs driving their cocks into me, one in my tight asshole and one in my mouth. This is what I'd dreamed of. The guys were fucking me hard and fast and it didn't take long before the guy in front of me pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot a huge load of cum all over my face. His grunts and groans were such a turn on, he had shot so much cum over me, all the while the man behind was fucking my ass so hard and deep. The middle eastern guy who'd given me a facial moved aside and the third guy, a man in his fifties, tall and broad, stood in front of me. He used his fingers to push the cum on my face into my mouth and I willingly swallowed it. It was thick and salty, it was what I craved and it tasted so good. He then pushed his own hard cock into my mouth. He wasn't as hung as the last guy, but was still well endowed. He was more vocal, calling me a cumslut, a greedy boy who needed feeding. He asked me if I liked the cock in my ass, I couldn't reply as his cock had me gagged. My words were not needed. Daddy was watching, taking poppers on the sofa and wanking his cock while the two guys fucked me at both ends. I was glad I was making him happy. Daddy said it was such a hot scene, watching me being used. The guy fucking my arse had been pounding me hard, the sight of me sucking two cocks and taking a facial was about to be too much for him as he reached the moment of ejaculation. He pumped me hard as he shot cum into my arse. He was grabbing my hips and slapping my arse as he filled me with cum. Fuck it felt good, his cock resting balls deep in me with his cum plugged inside. He withdrew his cock and exited the room. Daddy moved from the sofa and inspected my cum loaded arse. The cum beginning to seep out. He fingered me and was taking the cum on his finger and feeding it to me as I sucked the cock of the third guy. The third guy was had now moved from having in front of me and was now entering my ass. The porn on the TV was still playing but we'd lost interest, our own hot scene was real and we were totally in the moment. It didn't take long for the third guy to deliver a second load of cum deep into my asshole. He fucked me until he shot what felt like a gallon of cum inside me. After he'd unloaded and emptied his balls, he too withdrew and left me feeling used, but still horny and wanting more cum. With all three of the guests done and having shot their loads, they had all dressed and gone. Daddy and I left alone to talk about how amazing it was for me to be fucked and him to watch his boy taking the cum of three horny men. Daddy took me into the bedroom where he had his way with my mouth and ass. His cock, harder than ever, fucked me and filled me with another hot load. It had been an afternoon to remember and one I hoped we could recreate again.

That last part is rubbish. You don't need to stop having sex for a week just because you missed a dose. Truvada has a long half-life -- it is very "forgiving" of the occasional missed dose. In the PrEP research trials, no one who took at least 4 pills a week was infected. Of course it's best to aim to take your pill every day, but if you happen to miss one or two, don't stress.

Fuck! Why can't this happen to me?! I want to be the unknowing btm to be drugged up and pimped out

All depends .. if im in the mood with the right guys completely naked. Love going out in commando, if not possible then go in jockstraps

Monday lunch time at a cruising site ( one of the few left ) older guy - proberly my age WTF ! But boyish with a great soft ass , fingered him while he played with his nips the lubed him up he took my thick cock and load like a champ.

Part 5, the beautiful spell of the brown bottle. I heard Jax comment to Mr C that the sweet cherry pie is cooled enough to be delivered and he has the pizza for the shrink ready as well. As Jax handed me the cherry pie, he said.... be a good load carrier and take your pie to the truck. He followed with the pizza and we put both in the warmer. Mr C got in the drivers seat and told Jax if he wants to close early and meet him at the party, that he was welcome to. Jax looked at me and smiled and said, ‘I wouldn’t miss hitting that party’. As we drove down front street we saw all kinds of sleazy adult book stores and theaters and other places I had heard my parents talk about. Mr C said we had to drop the pizza off at his doctor friends house. I asked what kind of doctor, and he said he is a shrink who specializes in hypnosis. I looked at Mr C, and said, ‘does that kind of thing really work?’ He said, ‘oh Dr. Brad is the best and yes it sure does. Oh Lukas, can you make sure that little cooler bag is still in the back and cold’? ‘‘Oh that one with the little brown bottles? Sure Mr C.’ As I leaned over the back seat of the truck, I had to adjust my cock, it was super hard, it must have been those stripper clubs and dirty book stores we passed. ‘Yes Mr C, it is here’ as I brought it to the front seat. He put his hand on top and did, ‘oh thanks pup. We will need that later.’ As we pulled into the doctors driveway, the house was huge. ‘Wow, he must do really well for himself’, I said. ’Yes, he gets the best clients in town because he is so good’ Mr C said. ‘Do you want him to tell you about hypnosis pup? ‘I would love that, if we have time, I know how important it is to not socialize with the patrons’. I said. He said, ‘oh no, this is important and we have time before Mr. Ali is expecting his pie, I can ask Dr. Brad to show you a few things.’ We both got out of the car, I took the pizza and walked first up the side walk. When Dr. Brad opened the door he said, ‘come in and bring the pizza to my kitchen, I have your money there.’ He said, ‘just go straight and turn left.’ I could hear Mr C and Dr. Brad talking to each other quietly behind me. I put the pizza in the huge island in the kitchen and just then Dr. Brad entered the kitchen alone and said, ‘Tony told me you were curious of hypnosis?.’ ’Yeah, my dad said it was the work of the devil and not to be believed, so I was surprised, he said it was real.’ ’Well, l am happy to show you, come into my home office.’ I followed him down the hall through his amazing house. We went down the steps and entered a room with cabinets along the walls and a big black leather chaise-lounge chair in the middle of the room. He said, ‘Lukas lay on the couch’. He turned a light on and the soft glow that faced my eyes. It made the rest of the room very dark. I could hear his voice and he got very soft spoken and explained that he would just repeat things and I was to close my eyes and relax and listen to him and to repeat them when he said to. I nodded when he asked if it was clear of what to do. He said he would use an item, that was my ‘magic item’ and whenever I would see this item I would instantly become hypnotized and do what I was told. He said he would keep me safe and always bring me back by saying..... come back to me now pup and clap his hands 3 times. I would then wake up and forget what happened. I smiled and said, ‘that would be awesome if you really can’. I felt his hand on the back of my head and he slowed pulled something over my head and eyes. It was as soft as mink on my forehead as he covered my eyes. He commented it was a blindfold and would help me relax and listen to his words. He said to ‘relax and start very slowly taking a huge inhale of breath and fill my lungs’. Breathing as deeply as I could and then to exhale slowly and completely.’ After a couple breaths he said deeper Lukas, fill every inch of your lungs with air. He talked very softly and deeply, and he stroked my arm slowly as I exhaled very softest with his fingers. I heard some soft music starting to play. It sounded Magical and relaxing. I was so relaxed, he said I would start to feel tingly. Very calmly he asked how I was. I said ‘I am awesome’. ‘Great, you are almost there. Just skip breathing deep and exhale slowly pup.’ ‘He very calmly, kept touch my arm and he said ‘Lukas, I am ready to tell you the special trigger. Imagine in your head a little bottle. It is glass and only about 2 inches tall. It is brown and wider than it is deep. It is very dark brown and has a black cap.’ I was imagining the little bottles I saw in Mr C’s refrigerator in his red room and said ‘yes Dr Brad, I see it in my head, and actually I can even feel what it felt like, cold and smooth’. he said, ‘perfect, Lukas, when you see a bottle like that. Or feel a bottle like that. You will instantly go into a trance. Your guide and adult who is present will help you stay safe. Do you trust them Lukas? Do you feel safe with them? Remembering how amazing Mr C is to me, I said, ’Yes Dr. Brad, I trust them. He will keep me safe’. ’Well, yes him, but actually anyone who knows the scecret of the bottle will keep you safe Lukas, you can trust them all.’ ’I can trust them all’. I repeated. ‘As I felt his hand softly brush my hair back around the blindfold, he said ‘Perfect and when I kiss your forehead, this will always be true of the bottle.’ As I felt his warm soft kiss on my forehead. As I laid there completely relaxed and under the spell, I felt a second hand on my leg and I heard a sound of someone opening something and I little popping hissing noise of pressured air escaping. Dr. Brad was right at my ear and said ‘breath deeply Lukas, slowllllyyyyy and more deeepppplllyyyyy through your nose than you ever have.’ And I felt a strong mans finger pushing my left nostril closed. I heard Dr. Brad say, it will smell a little funny for a minute, but you love the smell, I repeat, you love this smell, it is your medicine to make you strong and beautiful and whole. I nodded ok. As I breathed in, he was right, there was a strange smell. ‘I heard a familiar voice say, Lukas, count to10 before you slowly exhale.’ ‘Mr C, I hear you, yes Sir.’ I said. ‘So I counted, one thousand 1, one thousand 2, and so on. As I got to one thousand 10, I felt a more masculine kiss on my forehead and I slowly exhaled. I felt an amazing rush, I was so tingly and warm and Alive, as I started to breath in again, I felt my right nostril close and I heard Mr C, ‘great job pup do it one more time, nice and slow’. I felt something cold and metal against my belly. It sounded like sciccors cutting something. My chest felt cooler as I could feel a breeze move over me. The sound got closer and closer until I could hear it cut the top or my T-shirt army neck as I stated counting on the exhale. One thousand 1, one thousand 2.... i then felt a thumb and finger on my left nipple, oh and my right nipple now. As I started to inhale slowly, I felt the Dr pinch my nose shut and was told to pucker like a puffer fish and breath in though my mouth. I could hear the air go into my mouth as it was muffled by something right in front of my mouth. My mind was racing, I felt electric, I felt all tingly, my body wiggled and I felt my asshole twitch over and over and over. It was electric and euphoric as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me. I felt my nipples being rotated like a radio dial. As I started my exhale count, I felt something warm, soft and slippery at my mouth. It smelled musky and I could feel hairs tickle my cheek. It felt like skin but it smelled musky. I felt my mouth open a little and something hard to the touch but soft on the outside enter my mouth. It felt like a huge cock, in my mouth, so strange I thought, this is all so strange and so surreal. I must be in a dream. The fingers on my nipples got rougher and rougher and the thing, was it a dick? I am so confused was pausing in and out of my mouth. As it pushed into my throat, I heard Dr. Brad say, holy shit Tony, he has no gag reflex. Wow, he is doing a great job with your coc....’ and Mr C intrupted him and said, it’s the medical instrument. He’s doing a great job on the medical instrumen. With that, I felt what felt like a quart of warm fluid go down my throat. ‘Yes, give him all the medicine’, Dr Brad said.. I heard some movement and heard a door close. Dr. Brad said, ok Lukas, please put your shirt on and he handed me a shirt. Wait, mine was torn, this one slipped right on, oh, that’s strange. I am going to bring you out now. With that I heard. ‘Come back to me pup’ and clap clap clap. I woke up, sat up and said, ‘wow, what a cool feeling. Am I dreaming? Oh, wow, that was wild Dr. Brad’ did you really hypnotize me? I felt him taking My blindfold off and nodded and said I did great. ’oh wow, th so, that’s awesome, oh shoot, I better get back to work, Mr C is going to be mad.’ Dr Brad said, ‘do you remember much?’ ’No, just that felt funny but awesome and I was all warm and I feel full.’ he turned the lights on and I scurried back upstairs. He gave me $50 and said to keep the change. as I got back to the truck, Mr C was sitting there waiting. I apologized, it seemed like I was gone too long and he said it was totally fine. ‘‘Well, how was it, did he get it to work?’ Mr C asked. ’he said I did great, yeah it was awesome, wow, this is the best birthday ever.’ I cleared my throat and grabbed my neck. Mr C looked and said, what’s wrong? ‘I looked and said, ‘Oh nothing, I just have a strange taste in my mouth and throat is kind of sore. I hope I am not coming down with something.’ ‘‘He said, oh I am sure you aren’t yet, but we can watch out for that.’ part 6, the cherry pie finally shows up.

Thanks, guys. I appreciate the comments! ------------- Part 41 - Second Interview Joe woke up and looked at the clock 9:47 AM. He got up and left Kyle sound asleep and went into the bathroom. He pulled the plug from his ass and sat down on the toilet. It felt like a half gallon of cum came out when he pushed. He stood up and looked at the cum in the toilet and smiled. It had felt good to be a cumdump again, even for just an evening. From Greg’s text messages it sounded like todays meeting would be all business. He prepared for a few grueling interviews and maybe see what the office was like. He showered and cleaned out just in case. He trimmed his beard and looked again at the new haircut Enrico had given him. He missed the mohawk but this looked more corporate than student while still looking good. He walked back to the room and saw Kyle on his phone. Kyle looked over at Joe standing there naked and said “Fuck, you are so sexy.” Joe got dressed with the set of clothes that he brought in case he was able to meet with Greg about the job. The long sleeve shirt covered the ink on his arm and the long pants covered the Doc boots he brought. He looked himself over and thought “clean with a bit of an edge, I hope it makes them remember me from all the other boring guys they see.” He went out and made some coffee and ate a muffin before knocking on Mark’s door. As he approached he heard the familiar sound of two men fucking. He knocked and then yelled through the door “ten minutes to blow your loads, we have to leave in twenty.” He heard laughter coming from the room and from Kyle laughing behind him. The four of them hopped in the car and after a few blocks Kyle said “this car fuckin’ stinks of cum.” Mark and Eric chuckled “Yeah, we didn’t have time for a shower, we figured we’d just fuck until we had to leave.” Mark pulled up to a nondescript office building that looked identical to the dozen buildings around it. “Is this the right address?” asked Mark and Joe nodded. “I’ll send you a text when I’m done” Joe said as got out of the car and then walked up the sidewalk to the door. Joe checked in with the receptionist and sat in the waiting area. It was only a minute or so and Greg walked up. They shook hands and Greg said “You’re looking good… But you’re looking a bit… uh… conservative, don’t you think?” “I didn’t want to give a bad second impression” Joe replied with a smile. Greg ushered Joe into a small conference room and said “There are two people who want to talk to you today. Once they have had their way with you, I’ll give you a brief tour of the place.” “Sounds good” replied Joe. The first interview was with a guy in his late 20s and looked like he had just gotten out of a goth club. From the appearance he was expecting an easy interview but instead it was question after question, probing what Joe knew or thought he knew. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that the guy was checking him out and he wondered what team he played on. He briefly thought that the guy would be a wild fuck and was then jolted back to reality by another question. Joe asked a few questions about the position that they were considering him for, but didn’t get much of an answer and was sweating by the end of the 45 minute session. He waited a few minutes and the second person walked in and was almost the exact opposite. He was in his late forties and was all business - white shirt and tie, dress pants, expensive loafers and a simple wedding ring. The interview was not as brutal and much more conversational letting Joe ask more questions about the company and the job. At the end the guy said “Greg was pretty excited about getting you here for an interview. Usually we have to fly people in instead of them coming to us.” Joe replied “Well, I told Greg I was going to be out here visiting my brother for the holidays so I guess it made it easier on all of us.” “He also said that you were a team player and made sure the job got done. I hope he didn’t pressure you into doing anything. He can get pretty insistent when he wants something” the interviewer said with a wink. Joe chuckled “No, not at all. It’s been a very interesting interview process.” “Good. I think he’s going to show you around and maybe meet some of the people in the group we’re thinking you might fit in with. It was good to finally meet the guy we’ve been hearing so much about” the interviewer said as he got up and shook Joe’s hand. Greg came back in the room and shut the door. “I hope everything went well. I guess I should ask you at this point if you’re still interested” Greg said. “Very much so. It sounds like an interesting project and company” Joe answered. “Good. Now lets take a short tour around the place” Greg said. They wandered around seeing the office and Joe noticed that many of the cubicles had some sort of pride item hanging so he assumed that it was a very gay friendly place to work. Greg said about halfway through “Not a lot of people are in this week. Officially the company is closed this week and next with just a skeleton crew. Many that are here now are working so that they can go on a little trip to a trade show at the end of May. Its in Chicago and some of our employees take advantage of it to go to the other event that happens there Memorial Day weekend. Its a lot of fun and you get to see a different side of some of your co-workers.” Greg looked at Joe and winked. They turned a corner and ran into a young guy about Joe’s age coming the other direction. They stopped and Greg said “Raphi, I’d like you to meet Joe. We’re interviewing him to start about the same time you do. Joe this is, uh, Raphael. He’s interning with us right now and will graduate when you do.” The two younger guys shook hands and smiled at each other. “I see you get to interview the hot ones, Greg” Raphi said. Joe blushed and Greg replied “Yeah, I find them in the strangest places, too.” “Too bad you won’t let me interview them and warn them what they’re in for” Raphi said with a chuckle. Joe said “Oh? Is it a sweatshop? Or is it filled with crazy people?” Joe said with a chuckle afterwards, hoping he didn’t offend anyone. Raphi laughed. “It can be a sweatshop sometimes when we get busy, but its a good kind of sweat” he said. “Enough of that talk, Raphi. We don’t want to scare him off. He hasn’t said ‘yes’ yet, officially anyway” Greg said sounding a little serious. “No worries, Greg. I like to hear comments, good and bad, about what I might be getting myself into” Joe said with a grin. “Can I have your phone?” Raphi asked Joe, who tentatively pulled it out of his pocket and unlocked it. He handed it over and Raphi quickly was typing in his name and phone number into the address book. “There. You can call me and I can tell you what I know. Or we can meet for coffee or something” Raphi said as he handed the phone back to Joe while looking him over. “We have to get going. Raphi, don’t forget about next week” Greg said as he started to walk down the hall. “No chance of that, Greg” Raphi said. He winked at Joe and then headed off while Joe walked to catch up with Greg. They finished the tour up and Greg took Joe back to the reception area. “I was hoping to take you to lunch. Do you have a car or did you uber it?” Greg asked. “Kinda. My brother dropped me off. I have to text him when I’m done to have him pick me up” Joe said. “Oh yeah. That’s right. You’re visiting him out here. Do you think he’d like to join us?” asked Greg. “I don’t know…. Ummm…” Joe stammered a bit. “What is it? You don’t want me to meet him?” Greg inquired. “No, its not that. Its just that I came out here with my boyfriend too and I don’t want to abandon him” Joe said meekly. “Hehe, boyfriend? That’s kind of sweet and a different side of you I hadn’t seen. Send them a message and tell them to meet us at Mickey’s pub on Grant Street in about 20 minutes. Have a seat. I need to get a few things from my office and I’ll be back in a few minutes” Greg said. Joe sat down and fired off the message to Mark and Kyle. He got a message back from Kyle a minute later “shit. ok. just fucked mark need to shower” Joe laughed to himself, but was surprised at Kyle’s comment and was really envious. Greg finally came back with a satchel over his shoulder and the two went over to the pub. While they were walking to the door, Greg said “Don’t mind Raffi. He’s a good guy but sometimes talks too much. If you hadn’t guessed, he’s gay. And I think he wants you.” “Yeah, he wasn’t too subtle about it” Joe replied. The pub was pretty busy but they sat at a large table. Greg ordered a pint of beer and Joe followed suit. As they sipped their beers and waited for Mark and Kyle to arrive, Greg said slowly “So… does your brother know about your… uh… special gift?” Joe snickered and replied “Yeah, he does. I tell him pretty much everything.” Greg’s face turned pale and Joe realized he may have misunderstood the last comment and he reassured Greg “Oh, I don’t tell him, or anyone, about my clients.” Greg looked relieved and said “Oh thank god. I don’t want people to know I hire occasionally. Uh, I know this next question is kind of personal, but I’m curious. Do you know who gave it to you?” “You’re about to meet him” Joe said as Mark, Eric, and Kyle walked up. Greg felt his cock twitch. He knew at least one of the three guys that walked up was poz and had knocked up Joe. Joe said “Greg, this is my brother Mark, his boyfriend Eric, and this is my boyfriend Kyle.” They sat down and had a few beers and lunch. There was a lot of idle chitchat and Greg couldn’t hold back and finally whispered to Joe “Which one?” “What are you two whispering about. You look like a couple of school girls” Mark said, grinning. Joe took a deep breath an said “He wants to know who his poz grand-daddy is.” Silence hit the table as everyone looked around. Greg squirmed in his chair, uncomfortable at getting outed like this. “Sorry, Greg, but we’re all family here in a way and we’re all poz.” “I’m going to guess that my little brother gave you a gift, Greg. I hope it doesn’t jeopardize his chance for a job” Mark said quietly. Greg blushed and said “Yeah, he did. He’s one potent little fucker.” Everyone laughed. “So who is it?” Greg asked as he finally relaxed. He was guessing it was Kyle but wasn’t really sure. Mark looked at Joe and Joe nodded. “I was the lucky one” Mark said. “Fuck, thats so hot. You got pozzed from your brother. Have you always fucked each other?” Greg asked. “Hehe, no. The first time I ever fucked him was that weekend. Got a couple loads into Kyle then too” Mark replied. Kyle blushed. “Thats the weekend I converted from his seed too” Eric said with a big grin. “I guess I’m responsible for the bug in everyone here” Mark added with a chuckle. Mark’s eyebrows raised as a waiter walked up to the table. It wasn’t the guy that had been waiting on them and everyone turned to look at the tall, slender, young guy. “Hi Mark. I thought I saw you over here so I thought I’d say hi” the waiter said. “Hi Cole. Guys, this sexy dick tease is Cole” Mark said and introduced everyone at the table, saying Greg was a friend of Joe’s. Cole had turned bright red at Mark’s dick tease comment. “Well… I… uh…. just don’t know if I’m ready” Cole stammered out. Mark laughed. “I’m just busting your balls, Cole. I understand. When you are let me… or any one of us know. I’m sure we can help get you into the club.” Cole nodded with a smile and walked away. “Fuck, he’s cute” Kyle said. “Yeah he is. And a great fuck too. I used to fuck him when I was neg and have been trying to tag him since I converted. Almost had him a couple times but he backed out at the last minute both times. One day…” Mark told the group. “Well guys, this has been fun. I hope we can meet again some time, but I have to meet someone so I’m going to be taking off” Greg said. He started to turn to walk towards the door and stopped. “Oh, damn. I almost forgot. Joe this is for you” Greg said handing Joe a letter from his satchel. “I hope you’ll consider it and let me know if you want to join us. If you have any questions about the offer, just let me know.” Joe’s eyes got big as he took the envelope from Greg. “Uh, thank you very much. I’ll look it over and I’ll be talking with you next week” Joe said with a wink. “Mark, you have a smart, talented brother there. You should be proud” Greg said and then he walked towards the door. The waiter walked up to the table and asked if they wanted anything else. Mark said “Just the check, I guess.” “Oh, the gentleman that just left took care of it” the waiter said. “Tip too?” Joe asked. The waiter chuckled and said “He got that too, but you can always leave me more if you want.” The guys laughed and got up. Mark threw down a twenty and winked at the waiter before they left the restaurant. Mark drove back to the apartment and Joe quickly stripped out of his clothes and put on shorts and a tank top. The guys lounged around, drank some beer and smoked some weed. Finally Kyle looked at Joe and said “So, what did the letter say?” Joe laughed and said “I guess they want me. It sounds like a great job, the pay is more than what I thought and they will pay to relocate us out here.” “Cool. Are you going to take it?” Mark asked. “Yeah, I think so, but I need to talk with Kyle first” Joe replied. Marks phone buzzed and he glanced at it while saying “Let me know what I can do to help. You’ll need to find an apartment out here, but you can stay here while you look.” “Its not like its next week. I have to graduate first, Mark” Joe said laughing. Mark started tapping out a message on his phone. It wasn’t just a quick reply either. When he was done he said “What are you guys up for tonight? Quiet night in? Bar? Movie? Breed a horny waiter and his boyfriend?” Everyone looked at Mark with a grin on their face. “Cole?” Eric asked. “Yup” Mark replied as his phone buzzed again. It buzzed with more messages coming in while Mark was typing answers to the previous questions. When he was finally done, Mark said “Here’s the deal. Cole is ready. He said he’s been ready for a couple months, but his boyfriend wasn’t. The boyfriend stopped prep 3 weeks ago but doesn’t want to know when it happens. He wants to get stealthed, so no one can say anything about being poz or knocking them up. They want to come over tonight and we get to tag team him and his boyfriend. Is everyone up for it?” The three guys all looked at Mark with evil grins and Mark laughed. “I guess that’s a yes. I’ll tell him to be here at 9.” Everyone showered and prepped and Mark pulled out a box of toys and put it over in the corner. Eric stuffed a few tubes of lube around the living room and left a few sabotaged condoms on the table next to the couch. Mark hunted around for some more mainstream bareback porn to put on and realized most of the stuff he had involved visibly poz guys that were either wasting or had tattoos that hinted at their potency. “Joe, you’re going to have to leave your clothes on longer to hide the biohazard and scorpion so we don’t spook Cole’s boyfriend. Kyle, you should be careful too, your bush obscures yours but its still visible. Eric and I will get him sucking our cocks and you two can fuck them doggy. It should be interesting to see if we can hide it from him all night.” Joe nodded and packed some weed in a bowl and lit it. He passed the pipe around and everyone started to get baked. Joe was laying back on the couch in his jeans and a tank, Kyle just had his baggy shorts on, Eric had a pair of leather pants and a leather harness on and Mark just had a tight pair of jeans on. Mark got up and grabbed four beers and was walking back to the living room when there was a knock at the door. He handed the beers out and went to the door and opened it. There stood Cole and he assumed his boyfriend Pete. “Hi, come on in” Mark said. “Sorry we’re a bit early, but someone is a little horny” Cole said tilting his head toward Pete. Pete had a big smile on his face and the three walked into the living room. Eyes were roaming over each of the bodies. Mark went and got two more beers and Joe got up and passed a freshly packed pipe and lighter to Cole. Cole lit it and took a big hit from the pipe before passing it to Pete who did the same and passed it back to Joe. Pete sat down in a chair and looked over each of the four guys and they returned the gaze. Pete and Cole made an interesting couple. Cole’s thin six foot two inch body stood six inches over his boyfriend’s muscled jock body. Cole was clean shaven and Pete was scruffy. Cole’s body was naturally smooth except for his pits, a thin treasure trail from his navel to his pubes and Pete had light fur on his chest, trail, pubes, legs and ass. Cole had no tattoos and Pete, as they would find out, had a large back piece and both sleeves inked. Cole’s cock was a long, thin nine incher and Pete’s was a thick six inches. The only thing that they seemed to have in common was their love of cock. Cole sat on the arm of the chair Pete was in and the group talked and got to know each other a bit. “So, you guys are still in school?” Cole asked. “Yeah, just one more semester to go” replied Kyle as he adjusted himself as his cock stiffened. “You guys seem to keep in good shape, are you in sports?” Pete asked. Joe laughed a bit too hard and everyone looked at him. “Uh, I used to be on the wrestling team but I got booted when the coach caught me fucking my teammates” Joe explained. Everyone laughed. “Too bad dude. I bet that singlet looked really hot on you. I used to wrestle too in High School. Nothing better than feeling a hot sweaty guy pin you to the mat. Guess that’s why my record stunk” Pete said and the guys laughed. The pot and beer had loosened everyone up and Cole was the first to pull his tight t-shirt off and got a couple whistles. Pete was next and kicked off his shoes and took his shirt off as well. Cole then took his sandals and jeans off, revealing a red thong that was stuffed full of his cock. Eric didn’t want the guests to be the only ones undressing and he took his leather pants off leaving him wearing a black jockstrap and his harness. Mark pulled his jeans off and was going commando. “I know Cole is a total bottom and the four of us are vers” Mark said as he looked at Pete. “Yeah, I’m a total bottom too. I top once a year just to see if it still works” Pete said with a chuckle. “Theres some condoms on the table if anyone wants one, but I prefer it bare” Eric said. Cole pushed the table out of the way and went over to Eric and started to suck on his cock through the fabric. Eric’s cock got longer and thicker. Pete looked around and saw Kyle and Joe making out on the other couch and lunged over to Mark’s hard cock. “Fuck yeah. I always wanted to feel a pierced cock in my ass” Pete said as he started to lick Mark’s cock. “Then this is your lucky day” Mark said as Pete looked up at him. “All four of us are pierced so no matter which cock you get, it will have some steel in it.” Once Pete started to suck on Marks cock in earnest, Joe and Kyle got up and took their clothes off. Cole looked over and saw the scorpion on Joe and the biohazard on Kyle and his eyes got big. He knew Mark was carrying some potent seed, but didn’t expect the two younger guys to be as well. He grinned and went back to work on Eric’s cock, pulling it out of the pouch and sucking down on it. Kyle whispered to Joe “You get the wrestler, I get the tall one” and the two moved behind their victims. Joe got on his knees and pulled Pete’s hairy ass cheeks apart and probed with his tongue. He sucked one of Pete’s meaty balls into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue and tugged on it before moving to the other one. He then licked up Pete’s crack until he got to his puckered hole and lapped at it. He could hear Pete moan and knew he had him where he wanted him. He looked up and saw Mark smiling at him. Joe rimmed Pete for almost fifteen minutes and then felt Pete start to push his hips back. Joe knew he was anxious to get fucked and started to open Pete’s hole with his fingers and could feel Pete working his ass muscles. Once Joe knew his hole was loosened up, he stood up and grabbed one of the condoms off the table. He saw Pete look at him with a little surprise as he took the condom packet and smiled back at him. Joe rolled the condom on and looked at Eric with a big grin. He spread the lube onto the condom and pushed some into Pete’s quivering hole. He pushed his cock in slowly, not wanting the tampered condom to break right away. Slowly his cock filled the tight hole until his balls were resting on Pete’s. The moans from Pete told Joe that he was enjoying his cock filling him up. Joe hated having his cock wrapped up but it kept up the illusion and Pete was unaware of just how deadly the cock inside him was. His cock moved in and out of Pete slowly, almost like he was afraid of breaking him. With a nice even pace going Joe figured that he needed a few minutes of fucking before he could force the condom to break and get ready to breed Pete. Mark was feeding his cock to Pete’s mouth and he saw Kyle pull back from rimming Cole. “Hey Mark, toss me a condom” Kyle said and then caught the packet that Mark threw. Joe winked at his boyfriend and without words they were on the same wavelength. Kyle covered his cock up and put just a little lube on the shaft and pushed into Cole’s eager pussy. Joe and Kyle fucked in unison while Eric and Mark face fucked Cole and Pete. Kyle was less careful, since he knew he didn’t need to trick his partner and wanted to feel his raw cock inside Cole as soon as he could. The condom lasted less than a minute before he felt it tear and his cock was free once again. Cole pulled off of Eric’s cock and looked back with a big grin, but said nothing. Joe got to the point where he thought he could start fucking harder and he did. Pete seemed to be enjoying his cock inside him and moaned louder when the strokes got longer. Joe then started fucking faster, wondering if the condom would ever break. He really started to thrust in hard and could hear Pete gag as Mark’s cock was getting shoved down his throat. He was drilling Pete’s ass and finally felt the condom give way. He slammed in one more time and then slowly pulled out yelling “Shit! The condom broke.” He pulled out and saw the shredded latex hanging from his cock. Pete was whining at his suddenly empty hole. “Shove it back in” cried Pete. “But dude, the condom broke” Joe answered. “No more condoms over here” Mark said, trying not to laugh. “Ok, I got some in my suitcase” Joe said. “Please, just fuck me. I don’t care if its bare” Pete begged. “Kyle and I only bareback each other. We always fuck safe with others… even my brother” Joe said, trying to give an Academy Award winning performance and it seemed Pete was buying it. Pete was pleading with his eyes. “It’s ok, babe, I think we’re ok with these guys” Kyle said as he stopped fucking with his bare cock buried inside Cole’ ass. “Are you sure” Joe asked and Kyle nodded vigorously. “We’re both neg. We just got tested last week” Pete said, trying to reassure Joe that he wouldn’t catch anything. “Okay…” Joe said as he removed the remnants of the condom from his cock and smiled as his raw cock drove back into Pete’s loosened hole. The raw cock sliding against the inner flesh of Pete’s hole felt so much better and he really got into the fuck. Pete could feel the new energy from Joe and loved how his raw cock felt inside him. He could even feel the piercing inside of him, especially when it would drag through his outer ring. Joe kept looking over at Kyle and sync’d up with him quickly. They had fucked enough guys together that they could time their cum shots pretty well. Both of them started pounding their bottoms harder and when Joe saw Kyle close his eyes and lean his head back he knew he needed to be ready to breed Pete’s neg hole soon. A few more thrusts and he heard Kyle groan as his venom shot into Cole’s uninfected body. Kyle grabbed Cole’s hips and slammed in several more times, each thrust bringing another spurt of poz cum. The sound of his boyfriend breeding another neg hole spurred Joe into action. His balls contracted and then he felt his cock pulse and shoot his own strain of infected seed into Pete’s unsuspecting cunt. Joe slammed in hard and let the cum flood Pete’s guts. He heard Pete yell around Mark’s cock and then felt him milk the last drops of cum out of his cock. Joe pulled out and then traded spots with Kyle. His cock slid in easily into Cole’s cum slick hole. Kyle decided they had crossed the line and didn’t need to give the appearance of a safe fuck and just shoved his bare cock into Pete’s hole without attempting to get the condoms in their room. Pete grunted and then yelled out “Fuck yeah!” when Kyle’s cock went into him. Joe and Kyle were soon pounding their new bottoms and enjoyed the sloppy holes. They varied the fuck like synchronized swimmers and with a nod of Joe’s head they were ready to pump another load in. Eric and Mark were yelling encouragement as they could sense the boys were getting close. Almost simultaneously, Joe and Kyle shoved in hard and shot their charged up wads of cum inside. Kyle pulled out first and then Joe, they looked at each other trying to decide what to do to not let the bottom sluts see their tats. Joe laid down on the floor and motioned Kyle to climb on top and 69 each other, sucking each others cocks clean. When Mark and Eric saw the younger boys pull out, they quickly pulled their cocks out of Cole and Pete’s mouths and pushed them up on the couch, their heads hanging over the back and asses over the front. Mark drove into Pete’s well fucked hole and felt the two toxic loads inside surround his cock. He really enjoyed plowing into a bottom that had several loads in him and he could tell that Joe and Kyle had been generous in filling Pete up with cum. Mark had been edging the whole time he watched Joe and Kyle breed Pete and Cole and now was struggling to keep from cumming too soon. Eric had wanted to fuck Cole since he first met him over a year ago. Now he was getting to do it and help poz him up. Cole’s well lubed hole let him ram his cock in easily and he kept up the pace. He drilled in hard and forced the cum inside Cole deeper. He changed the angle of his cock to get his PA to drag against the walls of Cole’s colon and try to help the bug to get inside his body. Eric heard a grunt behind him and quickly glanced over his shoulder and watched Kyle start to ride Joe on the floor. He turned his attention back to Cole and kept pounding his hole. He played with the rhythms of Mark’s body hitting Pete, him and Cole, and Joe and Kyle. Keeping it synchronous for a bit and then syncopated. He heard Mark start to grunt and waited to hear Mark unload before he did. It was only seconds later when it happened. Mark grabbed Pete by the shoulders and forced his cock in deep and then unleashed his viral seed into Pete’s neg-for-now hole. Eric pulled all the way out and then slammed in and jettisoned his payload of charged cum into Cole’s cunt. As Eric and Mark stood there panting, they heard Joe scream out followed by Kyle yelling “Breed Me!” The three pairs stayed motionless for a minute as the tops contemplated their next move. Eric slowly pulled his cock out of Cole’s flooded hole and watched some cum run down his leg. It wasn’t pearly white and he knew that the three fucks had definitely done some damage to the soft tissue inside Cole’s guts. Mark pulled out slowly too, trying to keep as much of the bug riddled cum inside Pete as he could. He wasn’t sure he could shoot another load so quickly but traded places with Eric and tried anyway. “Oh fuck no!” screamed Pete as Eric’s cock jabbed into his tortured hole. Mark and Eric were less aggressive this time and they knew that Cole and Pete appreciated a softer fuck. Each time Cole tried to squeeze his ass around Mark’s poz cock it was a struggle. His ass was sore, he ached inside and his muscles were tired. He had taken a lot more guys at parties and at the bathhouse, but he had never been fucked that hard without even a short break. Pete was whimpering as Eric drilled his ass. His body hurt from the fuck but it still felt good having a cock inside him. When Eric would pull almost all the way out, he felt empty inside and when Eric pulled all the way out, he begged for his cock to go back in. Joe and Kyle quietly stood up and watched Eric and Mark fuck for a moment before heading into the bathroom and they rinsed off. Once they were dried off, they dressed to hide the telltale ink and went back into the living room just in time to hear Mark yell out as he shot his poison into Cole’s bug hungry hole. It took Eric a little longer to get his balls to ready their infected load to hopefully seal Pete’s fate. Mark and Eric finally pulled their death sticks from Cole and Pete’s holes and collapsed on the couch where Cole and Pete rolled over and sat next to them. “Oh my god that hurts” Pete said as he sat down between Mark and Eric. Cole ended up sitting on the end, next to Eric who he leaned over and kissed. “Damn that was fun” Mark said to the group while still breathing a little heavy. “Oh god yeah” Pete responded before looking at Joe and saying “Sorry if I got a bit demanding, but I really needed to get fucked. I didn’t mean to break your safe fuck rule.” “Its ok” Joe replied and added “As long as Kyle is good with it, I am too.” Kyle smiled and nodded. Kyle loaded the pipe and they passed it around a few times and drank some beers. After almost two hours of letting the cum soak in, Cole and Pete decided they should head home. They put their clothes on and said their goodbyes. As they walked out the door, Mark saw the wet spot start to form on Pete’s ass and smiled. Just before the door closed, Pete turned around and said “I hope we can do this again.”

I love pissing in an ass after I cum. Feels great showing my bottom what I think of him- personal cumdump and toilet

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. I've had this story sitting around a while. It's a little different than the other story I have. I hope people like it. ------- My name’s Mike and I’m I guess what you would call a bear cub. I’ve played football since I was little and was on the team in high school. Linebacker was my usual position, but sometimes the coach would move me to center. I guess I got the hairy gene from my dad and I could grow a full beard by the end of my freshman year. My chest, arms, legs and butt were covered in dark hair too by the time my sophomore year came around. I was a little self conscious about being so hairy in high school when most other guys could barely grow a decent mustache. I shaved my face until my senior year when a friend told me I should just let it grow out. Most of the girls in high school seemed to be turned off with the hair which was fine with me since I was more interested in guys anyway. After I graduated high school I was working in the local big home improvement store, a job I got when I was a junior in high school. I didn’t have a lot of experience with men but I was able to meet a lot of guys at the store. I was surprised how many hit on me - some were subtle and some blatant. The summer before I went to college I finally got up the nerve to accept the offer of a few of the men, but we never went past kissing and sucking cock. I distinctly remember, however, how on each occasion I found it a real turn-on to look down at the burly, hairy, masculine man sucking my thick seven and a half inch long cock. I also liked to go down on guys and sucking cock. I even found I loved the smell and taste of a sweaty guy’s cock and even the stale piss I could find on the cock of most of the men. With a few of the men I would regularly swap a blowjob. They all expressed disappointment I was leaving for school at the end of the summer, but I was excited. I was determined to be an out and proud gay guy far away from home. I had never studied so hard in my life but I left a little time for fun. I wasn’t on the football team at college - I was never that good so I didn’t try out. I did find some intramural football teams to play on and had fun. I even found a couple gay teams. Some guys warned me that they would rape me, and I secretly hoped they would, but it turned out that they were just like all the other teams on the field. Off the field was kinda similar too - lots of drinking and joking around but sometimes they would have a sex party. The first one I went to I was so nervous. There were over twenty guys there, all naked. It was both of the gay football teams and their friends and boyfriends. There were only two of us freshman and the rest were older with several being grad students. Guys were groping me and kissing me almost right away and I got into the mood immediately. I sucked a few guys and some sucked me. One guy rimmed me while I was sucking a guy on a bed. That’s when I learned an ass up in the air like that was a silent invitation to get fucked. The guy I was sucking held me down as I felt my ass get spread wider and a cock rub around my hole. The guy was holding my head down and I couldn’t look back, but I was pretty sure the guy wasn’t wearing a condom. I had only been fucked about a dozen times but I always played safe. I didn’t even know who was behind me playing with my ass. I felt some liquid squirt on my puckered hole and then a finger push it inside. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and the finger slowly went in deeper and then pulled out. The guy did it several times before he pushed two fingers in. It felt tight for a little bit but by twisting his fingers around and in an out my hole relaxed and opened up. I could hear a group behind me talking. It wasn’t the derogatory comments I heard in the locker room in high school about me being an ape or a neanderthal, but the exact opposite. “Damn that is one sexy ass” one guy said. “That furry hole is gonna look good with my cock inside it” said another. “I could munch on that butt for days” said a third. I was turned-on in hearing the men thought I was sexy, not a freak. My cock was rock hard, dripping precum on to the bed. It was like a fantasy, I had a nice, long cock in my mouth, my cock was hard and some stranger was playing with my ass getting ready to fuck me. And fuck he did. He slid his fingers out of my hole and I felt the cock rub around the ring and between my balls and hole. Indistinct voices urged "Push it in” and “Do it.” I was so horny I pushed my ass back and I heard someone else say “Oh yeah, he really wants it.” I felt the pressure and tried to relax as the stranger pressed in harder. He had lubed me up but it still hurt. The guy that I was blowing started to fuck my head on his cock and the guy in my ass started slowly fucking me. I could feel his cock get deeper and deeper and it started to feel really good. I knew this was about as dangerous as sex could get. I was getting fucked bare by some guy I didn’t know and couldn’t see. The harder he fucked me the harder the cock in my mouth got rammed into my throat. I usually gagged if a cock got too deep, but this was so hot and my brain was so overloaded with sensations I was taking all of the guys cock into my throat. My face was planted into his pubes until I finally started to panic since I couldn’t breathe. I forced my head up and gasped for air and yelled out “Oh FUCK YEAH!!!” Spit was dripping out of my mouth from the face fuck and I looked at the guy that I had been blowing who had a big grin on his face. “You like that raw cock in your ass?” asked the guy. I started to say “Oh shit, no. I only fuck safe” but only got “oh shit” out before the guy fucking me slammed in and shot his cum deep inside me. It was a strange feeling. I could feel my hole get sloppy and warm and wet. I could feel his cock pulse several times, fading after the first four pulses. I felt the guy in my ass lean over and kiss the back of my neck and say “Thanks, dude. That was so fuckin’ hot.” He leaned back and pulled out and before I could move I felt someone else get behind me and push their cock into my cummy hole. I was scared, horny, excited, and aroused all at the same time. The guy in front of me pulled my head back to his cock and I instinctively started to suck while the next unknown guy started to fuck me. This cock was a thinner than the last one but longer. I could feel it dig deep inside me as he would bottom out. I moaned louder around the cock in my mouth and started to bob frantically on it. My tongue flicked and lapped on the guys cock until I felt it start to swell in my mouth. The guy’s hands were on the back of my head again and he pushed down as I felt his cock flood my mouth with his salty, thick cum. I swallowed it all and sucked any cum I could find on his cock and pubes. The second guy in my ass began to fuck me fast and hard and I could tell he was close. I heard some one say “Breed him” and it rocked me back to reality. I was getting fucked bareback and taking strangers' loads. I had become a cumdump without even knowing it. The guy in front of me pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and crawled away. Now I could concentrate only on the guy fucking me. I tried squeezing my hole around the guy's hard cock and he grunted in pleasure as his cock blew his load into my ass. When the spurts of cum ended, he drove his cock in a few more times and pulled out. I’m not sure why I didn’t get up right away, but I think that deep down I wanted to see how many guys wanted to fuck me. Another cock plunged into my now gaping hole. This one was a lot thicker and I soon found out even longer than the last one. As the guy bottomed out, he pulled my body up and my back was against his chest. I saw two arms wrap around me and they were dark skinned with tattoos on both down to the wrist. It was Deon, the other linebacker on our team. “I’ve wanted to fuck that hot ass of yours since I first saw you and it feels even better than I imagined” he whispered in my ear. He pinched and twisted my nipples and then pushed me back to the bed and started to pound my ass. The bed was bouncing and I was uttering meaningless guttural words. Cum was running down both of my legs and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I arched my back more and felt Deon go even deeper and then yell out “Oh baby” over and over until he fell on to my back and held me tight. I could feel his cock pumping his cum deep inside me and it felt so perfect. Three more guys fucked me, each fucking a different way but just as enjoyable. When the last guy pulled out, I had six different men’s DNA swimming inside me and I loved the feeling. I crawled off the bed and stood up slowly, my muscles sore from being pounded and in the same position for almost two hours. I wandered around watching others suck or fuck. I grabbed a beer and guzzled it down, trying to rehydrate my body. I was about to wander around again when our team quarterback, Ty, came up to me and said in a femme voice “You bitch!” and started laughing. I must have looked confused and he then said in his normal voice “You took all the good cock from our team. I was hoping to get all that cock but they fucked you instead.”

My partner and I did a long weekend down south to get away from the cold. We try to do this as often as possible in the winter. Stayed at a gay resort in FTL, clothing optional, with a nice pool and hot tub area. The weather was pretty decent while we were there, so the pool area was active most afternoons and evenings. There was a nice mix of guys in their 40s, 50s and 60s at the resort, and it appeared some men came in on a day pass. There’s no playroom at this place, but that doesn’t slow down the sexual energy. There’s plenty of friskiness to be enjoyed. Some guys are very friendly, while there are always a few who just keep to themselves. One afternoon they hosted a little happy hour out by the pool. Nothing fancy, but still a nice opportunity to have a few cocktails and chat with other guys. My partner Shane and I threw on our bathing suits and joined the milling crowd. I chatted with a couple guys from Texas and MInnesota who were spending a couple weeks down there. I also appreciated the bartender was a heavy pourer and I was starting to enjoy a little buzz. Shane was chatting it up with some guys near the hot tub. He looked hot standing there in his blue speedo, his ample cock filling out the front nicely. There were casuals pets and tugs happening around the happy hour as guys flirted with one another. About 45 minutes into the event, I noticed an older bearish guy, silver-white hair, husky, with a trim beard wearing an orange speedo come up behind Shane and start rubbing his shoulders. I recognized the guy as someone who had been around the pool last night, and had chatted with Shane and a few others. He was charismatic and humorous, as I remembered, though I couldn’t recall much about him. I grabbed another drink and joined another conversation. I noticed that the daddy continued rubbing Shane’s shoulders, but was now also slowly grinding against Shane’s ass. Shane for his part had stopped participating in the conversation near him, and was slipping into his non-verbal sexual state. His hands reached back and touched the silver-haired daddy who was methodically seducing him. He started grinding his ass back against the guy’s bulging speedo, which was no longer completely containing the hardon. Finally I saw the guy lean toward Shane’s ear, say something, and Shane silently nodded. They quickly disappeared through the foliage, and then I caught of glimpse of them making their way to the guest rooms. It looked like they may head to our room. I chatted a few minutes more as the bar was closing up for happy hour. Guys were discussing dinner plans. I took that opportunity to slip away and head toward our room. I listened at the door, and thought I heard noise inside — tough to always tell through these metal doors. I unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside quickly and silently so as not to disturb anything. There was an intense sexual energy in the room. Shane was already impaled on the guy’s cock, the bear laying on his back on the bed while Shane bucked and bounced on his thick meat. He was riding hard, grunting and breathing heavy as he took that cock. The bear pushed a bottle of poppers under Shane’s nose — “Take a good hit, boy. You’ll need it.” Shane’s face was a total cock lust — a look I’ve seen plenty of times. I knew he was totally captivated by this guy’s dick inside him, and was going to do whatever he told. The bear obviously figured that out, too. ”Ride it, boy. This is what you wanted. Daddy’s cock in your hole.” i started jerking off,tucked behind a screen off the side of the room where I wouldn’t be intrusive. I love watching Shane get fucked, and this promised to be a hot show. Shane leaned forward, bracing his arms against the bear’s chest. The guy started thrusting upward hard and deep, driving grunts and gasps out of his bottom boy. They fucked intensely for nearly 10 minutes as I watched. Then Shane slowed down and slid off. The cock that emerged from his ass was like a torpedo — no wonder he was making so much noise getting fucked! It looked to be 7 1/2-8 inches long, and was girthy all around the middle before tapering to a nice head that could penetrate the tightest hole. Shane collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his back. The bear was up and kneeling in front of Shane. “Show me your hole.” Shane complied, raising his legs and spreading them to expose his hole. The bear positioned himself and plunged inside, driving a gasp from Shane. “That’s it boy. It’s supposed to hurt a little. You knew you wanted this cock down by the pool. Now take it.” The guy proceeded to fuck Shane senseless. He was pounding hard, his balls slapping against Shane’ ass — I could hear it across the room — using the younger man’s ass for his pleasure. I could almost feel what Shane was experiencing in his ass. The thick raw cock stretching his hole wide, filling him with each plunging thrust, feeling empty each time it pulled out, and desperate to have it inside him again. He was completely given over to the ecstasy being fucked, and anticipating what more was to come. “I’m gonna mark your ass, boy. That’s right. You’re gonna be bred.” Shane looked up excitedly, breathing heavy with his hot body spread wide open for the pounding he was taking. The bear was grunting, a deep, growling sound. “Oh, boy. You’re gonna be my cumdump. That’s what you wanted down by the pool. Wasn’t it?” Shane was beyond being able to speak — he just nodded excitedly, breathing heavy, and looking with total surrender at the guy using him. The bear pounded into him, his thrusts fast and powerful. He was going for the gold here. He let out a string of grunts, his body slamming hard into Shawn’s spread ass, holding it there for a second, and then thrusting again as he grunted. He was unleashing streams of cum inside Shane’s waiting ass. He gave a feel final thrusts, relishing the tight, warm hole he’d been using. Then he pulled out, shuffled up the bed to Shane head, “Clean off Daddy’s dick,” and he pushed his raw cock into Shane’s open mouth. “ That’s it. Clean every drop of cum off it. Taste your ass on my dick.” Shane moaned his agreement, never taking his mouth off the cock that had just bred him. “That’s it, boy. I knew you were a cum whore. That’s eat. Show me how much you loved Daddy’s cock.” The energy in the room was fading. Shane would not cum, and the bear had no further use for him at the moment. He’d seduce Shane again the next night, and take him to a friend’s room where they would both breed his hot ass. Shane would describe to me how they passed him back and forth, fucking his face and ass until they both filled him with their cum. This is one of the reasons I love staying at gay resorts and on gay cruises. If you enjoyed this story of our exploits, let me know with a message and/or an uprating. I’ll keep sharing so long as people are reading — and hopefully getting off to them.

Okay guys, I made a mistake. A few days ago I went to the rocky horror picture show, that midnight movie thing where people don't actually watch the movie but prefer to talk and screw around. I rarely picked up guys from this place, but I do love sex so I wasn't opposed to the idea. I have been a little careful with who I screwed around with. I'm only 19 years old now, and I'm still a college girl, but eventually I want a family and it'd be much harder to find someone to start one with if I had STD's. The problem is, I've somehow developed a weird fetish for the biggest one of all; HIV. You guys have only nurtured this fetish, with all your stories, so I often end up getting off to my the idea of bugchasing. I thought I'd never do it though, until I met Tony. When I went to Rocky that night, I was with a few friends at first but they quickly went separate ways to hit on whichever guy showed them the most attention. Since I was the skinny blonde in the ground, I had quite a few guys hanging around me. I had worn a black minidress that only barely covered what needed to be covered, so they must have guess my intentions. I mostly just wanted attention, but I wasn't opposed if someone was promising enough. There were maybe 3 guys sitting next to me trying to chat me up, another few were sitting nearby in case these guys struck out. I don't remember much about two of them, but the third was Tony. He was funny, and confident, oh and he was only wearing golden underwear the clearly highlighted his man-parts. After a while though I still wasn't biting. The first two left quickly, but Tony stuck around for a bit. I laughed at his jokes, but when he asked if I wanted to head towards the back I declined, as I was pretty sure I knew what he intended. Eventually he said he was going on his own and left. After a few minutes, another guy came to sit down. He said "You're lucky you didn't go back there with that guy. I heard he has an STD." This peaked my interest. I politely told the new guy I had to go and walked towards the back of the theater. I found Tony and started with"Hey, someone told me something interesting just now... Is it true you have an STD?" Tony smirked. "People say the darndest things" he said, "a lot of them are just jealous of me." I noticed he hadn't actually answered the question. I pointed out to him "So is that a yes or a no?" He leaned in and whispered "Would it change your mind if I said yes?" "I haven't made up my mind yet, and people don't do things back here anyway. Now just tell me what you have." He leaned in further and pushed his body against mine. I backed up but was now against a wall. He followed so his body was lightly pinning me to the wall. He started kissing my lips, then moved to my neck. When I let out a slight moan he leaned up to my ear and whispered "Okay, I have AIDS. But people don't normally fuck in the back of the theater anyway, it's mostly just for foreplay before they take it home. So you're safe, right?" He went back to kissing my ear, and then my neck. I figured he was correct, I couldn't get it from just kissing him. Honestly I'd never been so turned on from just someone kissing my neck, I had to experiment with this a little. Tony was my forbidden fruit. While sucking on my neck, Tony reached his hand around to lift up my skirt and grab my ass. While pulling me into him by my butt, Tony started grinding his bulge against my front. He guided me to the floor where we started making out. Within a few minutes, he had crept his hand into my underwear and was fingering me. I started moaning much loader now. A crowd was starting to form, as people usually didn't go this far in the back of the theater where everyone could see. He whispered into my ear "You've got some interesting fetishes girl... Don't you want to take them all the way?" I knew this was too far. I couldn't actually risk getting something, especially since most people knew he had something and it would quickly get around that I had it too. I told him "No... I can't..." "I'll use a condom." he said. "Still, I can't risk that kind of thing". He accepted my rejection, and not wanting to get blue balls he stopped fingering me, got up, and walked away. I chose to leave the theater, cause I needed to get away from him before I gave into my urges. When I got to my car, some guy stopped me from getting in and told me he saw what happened and it was a good decision cause most people know Tony has HIV. I wanted to get home soon, but I was so fucking horny. I stopped and let this guy chat me up for literally 15 seconds before I said 'fuck it' and grabbed his bulge. He understood and whipped me around so I was leaning over the hood. I said "Use a condom" but he pretended not to hear. Within seconds my panties were down and he was inside me. The guy lasted maybe 30 seconds before cumming. I realized I'd basically just exposed myself to god knows what STD's, and I didn't even get halfway decent sex. It ended before I could get anywhere. The guy walked away quickly, leaving me with my panties on the ground next to my car. I pulled my panties up, as another dude walked towards me. This guy said he wanted to show me something in the theater. I wasn't sure what to expect, as he could clearly just fuck me out here, so why go inside? I was intrigued, so I let him lead me back. When I got inside, I saw Tony again. "I heard you screwed some guy just now? But you wouldn't screw me?" I turned to the guy who had led me here. "I wanted to see a show" he replied. I was about to turn around and leave, but he grabbed my neck, I guess he figured out how much I like guys doing things to my neck. He pulled me back to him and let his bulge rest against my crotch. He started kissing me passionately and I couldn't convince myself to make him stop. I told him "I can't fuck you... I need a husband someday." He didn't reply and instead just guided me to the ground. Again he started fingering the shit out of me. He said "I know you want this." as he pulled my dress off. He started pulling my panties off while I used my last bit of self control to say "I've got to go..." even though I was only wearing a bra at this point. I felt someone come behind me and unclasp that as well. I looked and saw the guy who had led me here. He said "I also have that fetish, I've never seen it in real life though." I realized there was a large crowd around now. I knew I had to go but Tony had crawled on top of me. "Tell me to fuck you" he said. "Use a condom..." I pleaded. He was resistant to using a condom, but several people in the crowd yelled at him to use one. Apparently they weren't all bugchasers. Tony obliged and finally put on a condom. I was still hesitant about this, but I couldn't stop myself anymore. He pushed my legs open, slipped in between them, and slid in his cock. It was a fuck like I couldn't believe. He was pounding me relentlessly, within five minutes I had cum three times. I had my legs wrapped around him as he kept jackhammering my pussy. After the third orgasm, the guy from the parking lot came over and said "I didn't lead her back here for you to use a condom though..." Tony smirked. He used one hand to hold me down by the neck, then pulled his dick out and used his other hand to pull off the condom. A few people in the crowd shouted their disdain, I half-heartily tried to push him off but he just kept humping me. The crowd was still shouting at him to use a condom, so he shouted back "If she wants me to stop, all she needs to say is stop". I almost said stop, but I had waited too long for this. Just one more orgasm I thought. Between moans I said "Please don't cum in me..." but he just grinned. His pace starting picking up, I could feel his breathing getting heavy. The crowd was yelling again, telling him not to do it. I almost told him to stop, but I was so close to my fourth orgasm. As I approached my peak, he yelled "I'M CUMMING!!!" That sent me over the edge as I felt his cock start pulsing, launching poisonous cum into my womb. I felt him pump at least 12 shots in before finally settling down. The crowd was silent now. I laid there for a while, not really sure what to think. I drank a lot of Gatorade and things since then. I'm still not sure if I have it. It's not very contagious via vaginal, but he pumped so much in... I'm still afraid to go to the doctors. In a few weeks we'll see if I got sick. Until then, who knows? Maybe I got away with my mistake?

Craigslist ad I posted seeking a trucker did it's job tonight. He replied and I headed to truck stop 5 minutes from my place. We agreed to meet by main entrance, and as I was standing there smoking a silver haired hot daddy walked up and asked me if I was Mike (name I gave him from CL). He was 60ish, about 6-2, thin build, and a big salt and pepper stache. I didnt ask about wedding ring he was wearing. We chatted a bit then headed to his truck. I went right to passenger door and hopped in like I was a codriver (he made sure I did this so not to look suspicious to others). We both got in back and I followed his lead getting naked. He was more relaxed than me, and after rubbing my chest and belly a while he sat on my chest and had me lick his ball sack. His cock got hard fast with me doing this. He had a thinner cock, but at least 8" long and uncut. He rubbed the head on my lips so I opened up and let him slow fuck my mouth a while. My cock was dripping and he reached behind him and started stroking it. I was in heaven. Finally he had me roll over, laid on top of me and started sliding his tool between my ass cheeks. Between my saliva and his precum my whole crack was well lubed. The tension kept building as he did this, and finally I begged him to put it in me. He backed onto his knees and I back right up to his cock. He worked his cock in my hole slowly, and keep a slow stroke going for about 10 minutes before he came. No warning or noise, just one last inward thrust and he seeded me. I lay back down and he stayed on top inside me. He gave a few more strokes before going soft and rolled off me. We just laid there a while. He fingered my hole and spread his seed around my crack. I was in heaven and was all too happy to roll over so he could blow me a while. Before I came he stopped and lifted my legs up and said he was gonna fuck me again. He slid in in one push and pounded my hole alot harder this time. The angle had his cockhead hitting my prostate and I came after like a minute of him fucking me like this. I shot all over my belly and chest. He must have liked the show cuz he came as I was finishing, grunting on top of me as he shot his second load in my ass. It was hot as fuck. We both had a smoke and then I left. He has my cell number so he can call me next time he's near. Damn these truckers get me going.

Sex between men is primal almost animalistic. It’s RAW, primal, sweaty and gutteral and spontaneous, Who want’s to interrupt a perfectly good rhythm of intense sexual energy by having to pause and put a fucking rubber on. If that’s not bad enough once you finally start to get back in the google and attempt the task at hand, Yoyr mood is killed again Condoms are binding there is NO AMOUNT of LUBE that can make the sensation of rubber pinching your sphincter with every thrust, if your a top I’m sure having your member asphyxiated and choked can’t be a great combo to help your stamina. Bareback is definitely better. There’s a turn on because it makes you feel liberated and a bit dirty at the same time and having him shoot his load deep inside you, No better feeling than that. Unless you’re dynamite at munching some ass

I spent the better part of a week's vacation at one of those clothing optional resorts with a few of my buddies. We all have three things in common: one, we fall into the "daddy" type; I'm a fifty-something white guy with big arms and shoulders and a thick eight inch dick that has gotten me a lot of ass over the years. Two: we're all ardent barebackers, and most of us (including me) are poz. Three: we're all pretty evil bastards who get off on corrupting young adult gay men so. I don't know why that's our fetish, but there's something about breaking down a guy into accepting an identity as a whore and a cumslut that makes our dicks drool. So from the moment we got there, we were basically looking for marks. That's why we hit paydirt when I discovered Ethan, Rick and Sam. All three were gorgeous in that young twinky way. Ethan and Rick were 22 y.o. monogamous boyfriends who, as I learned over drinks at the lounge, only ever used condoms even with each other. Sam was their friend, who had his own adjoining room. Why would "monogamous" boyfriends spend their vacation at a clothing optional sex-friendly resort? "For the adventure," they said. Immediately I started thinking someone in this relationship wasn't as innocent as they claimed. Sam seemed like a bit of a third wheel; I got the sense that they brought him along out of pity. The kid definitely didn't seem to have much self-esteem, which worked just fine for what I had planned for him. The other two were more of a challenge in terms of what it would take to break them down into becoming. The first clue was Ethan, the bottom in the relationship, who couldn't keep his eyes off my friend Jorge in the pool. Jorge is 48 and poz, with a small 5'9 frame but a fucking enormous 9" dick which was on full display as he lounged in and around the pool. He noticed Ethan's staring and winked at him once or twice. The second clue was that Rick and Sam were going out to a party that night, while Ethan was staying in and relaxing by the pool. It was all the opportunity I needed. I called one of my friends and explained the situation to him. He agreed to make arrangements to be at the party Rick and Sam were going to. Then I pulled Jorge aside and explained our plans. Jorge has a particular finesse for bringing out the slut in young gay men, so I knew he'd be perfect for the job. That night Jorge and I found Ethan by the pool in a t-shirt and underwear, looking sexy as hell. Jorge did most of the talking, using his thousand-watt smile to win the kid over as a "friend." It didn't hurt that for most of the conversation he was idly fondling his own dick under the table, but hey, chalk that up to cultural difference. After an hour or so Jorge bought him a drink, which he spiked with a very modest amount of Ecstasy. The goal as he explained it to me was to loosen the kid's inhibitions just enough that he thought he was doing it all on his own, at least at first. After about half an hour or so, the kid's eyes got just the slightest bit glassy and his friendliness took a decided flirtatious turn. That's when I suggested that maybe we should go back to the kid's room where we could talk a little more privately. Ethan protested, saying that he was committed to his boyfriend and didn't want to give the wrong impression. "No wrong impression at all," I replied. "We respect the boundaries you have with your boyfriend. We are just enjoying the conversation." That made sense to him in his altered state, and we went back to his room. Immediately Jorge threw himself on the bed, his half-erection lolling to one side while I got busy mixing a new round of drinks with a special "booster" shot of ecstasy for Ethan. At first he sat on the edge of the bed while he drank it, clearly very turned on but also uncomfortable. Jorge flirted the hell out of him, complimenting him on his body and his hair and anything else he could think of. Finally Ethan's inhibitions broke down almost completely and he asked Jorge if they could cuddle together. Non-sexually, of course. "Of course we can!" Jorge responded while pulling the boy into a spooning position with his dick pressed against the kid's backside. "You don't think this is going too far, do you?" Ethan asked, still concerned about the boyfriend. "Not at all. Isn't it nice that we can do things like cuddle with each other without it having to mean anything?" Ethan smiled at that answer and pushed his ass out so that it rested even more firmly against Jorge's erection. Jorge began running his hands all over Ethan's body, stroking his face, messaging his nipples. Ethan moaned slightly under the attention. Finally, Jorge's hands wandered down to the tent being pitched in Ethan's boxers. Ethan's eyes flew wide, but Jorge told him to relax, they were just cuddling. Slowly, his hands reached underneath the material of the boxers, stroking Ethan's cock in extreme slow motion while Ethan made incomprehensible moans of pleasure. Jorge began to nibble at Ethan's ear, followed by telling him how sexy and special he was. The boy turned his head and his lips met Jorge's for a long and tender kiss. Jorge moved on top of him and started to pull off his underwear before Ethan protested again. Jorge told him that it was okay, we wouldn't go any farther with him than he was comfortable with. This is why Jorge is the master of this game. I don't have the patience for this kind of back and forth, and the kid's whining was starting to put a damper on an otherwise throbbing erection I was getting horny as hell watching Jorge do his thing, but for the moment I was just enjoying the show. I knew that if I got involved directly this soon it would just throw off Jorge's game. Jorge took Ethan's dick in his mouth and brought the kid right to the edge, tweaking his nipple, deep throating him, playing with his balls; basically pulling out all the stops. When Ethan was right at the edge he reached for his dick, but Jorge held his hands down and moved up so that his knees were pinning down Ethan's arms and his cock was dangling over Ethan's mouth. When he hesitated, Jorge said, "Come on, baby. I just want to make you feel good. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? You're just so damn sexy. Let me make you feel good." After about five seconds of further resistance, Ethan starting slurping on Jorge's cock with abandon. It was kind of cute to see how obviously bad he felt about doing it, even whie he was enjoying the hell out of it. Jorge continued to whisper sweet nothings of encouragement. Finally, Jorge pulled Ethan up and bent him over on the bed, eating him out while Ethan just about lost his mind from how good it felt. Jorge gave me a quick "thumbs up;" this ass was clean. Straightening up, Jorge slapped his dick against Ethan's ass and brushed it against his hole. Ethan stiffened up. "We should definitely not be doing this, man." Jorge held the tip of his cock against Ethan's hole and asked him, "have you ever had a dick like mine, baby? Don't you want to try it, just once?" "I do, but I promised my boyfriend I would only do that with him." "It's great how much you love him, baby, but that shouldn't stop you from being happy and having fun. I promise you won't regret it." Sighing in lust and defeat, Ethan pointed to the nightstand and said, "just use condoms, okay?" Jorge dutifully grabbed one of the damn things and rolled it over his dick, somewhat to my surprise. He then slowly pushed into Ethan doggy-style, making sure that it was gentle enough for the kid to enjoy it without being in too much pain. By now the effect of the second dose of estasy had taken effect and the kid was on cloud nine. Jorge shot me a dirty look and made a gesture with his hands, as if to say "Why aren't you already taking pictures?" Fuck me! I grabbed Ethan's phone and began quietly capturing the whole scene in as much graphic detail as I could. But this is where things started to turn. After he had opened Ethan up a ways, Jorge started to get rough with Ethan. And when I say rough, I mean that man can fuck like the devil when he has a mind to. Even in his blissed out state Ethan frowned and begged for Jorge to be gentler. Jorge responded my pulling his entire dick out of Ethan's hole and then ramming it back in to the hilt. After four or five times doing that, Ethan was nearly in tears. Jorge pulled into him all the way and started kissing his face, telling him that he just wanted him to feel good. Ethan was babbling and begging Jorge to stop. Jorge pulled all the way out of him, and Ethan moaned in relief and disappointment. "I just want you to feel good, baby," Jorge said, ripping the condom and rolling it to the base of his dick. "Do you feel good?" Ethan moaned like a bitch in heat, which is rapidly what he was becoming. "What did you just do? Is the condom still on?" "Yes, it's still on. Here, feel." He guided Ethan's hand down to the base, and feeling the ring, was satisfied. Now if there's one thing that gets Jorge off it's successfully pulling off this kind of deception, and after only a few more minutes he told Ethan he was about to come. "Pull out when you do, please?" Ethan whined. "Of course, baby. Daddy has you. There's nothing to worry about." Jorge sped up his thrusting into the boy, and I could see his body tense and his eyes roll up in the back of his head for a good 5 seconds before he groaned and pulled out, coating Ethan's backside with the last few shots of cum. That meant he had gotten what...seven, eight shots internally? I zoomed the camera in on Ethan's recently vacated ass, which was puckered and had a thick stream of white oozing out of it. Unfortunately, Ethan seemed to notice something was up and looked back to see the broken condom before Jorge got rid of it. "Fuck, wait, did the condom break?" Reaching back to his ass he gathered some of the cum with his fingers and smelled it before wailing, "DId you cum inside me?" "Shhh, daddy said he is taking care of you. He's going to help you clean it all up." Ethan moved as if to get up, probably to run to the bathroom and douche, but Jorge grabbed him from behind and forcefully pressed his face into the pillow before sucking and lapping at the cum oozing from Ethan's ass. Ethan groaned into the pillow, but Jorge continued to eat him out while consoling him with the kind of crap only a high 22 y.o. would fall for. "It's okay, we still used a condom, remember? You felt it. We'll take care of whatever it missed and make sure our boy has nothing to worry about. Daddy promised you it would feel good, didn't he? How did it feel, baby?" Ethan muttered something that might have been "good." Jorge smacked him hard on the ass and then placed his cockhead at the entrance of Ethans widened hole. "I said, how did it make you feel?" Ethan loudly admitted that it had been amazing. Jorge grabbed Ethan's hips in a vice-grip and slid his entire raw cock back into Ethan's hole. Before Ethan could panic, Jorge put his full weight down on top of him and said, "this is what I promised you, baby. This is how it is supposed to feel. Does your boyfriend ever make you feel like this?" The answer was a meek, "no." Sliding in and out a few more times, Jorge told Ethan, "Never forget this feeling. Today you just went from being a boy to being an adult, having sex like a real man is supposed to." Sliding out with a pop, Jorge stood up off the bed and polished off his drink before taking the camera from me and taking a few extra shots of the conquered kid on the bed, his ass still sticking out in the air. I was officially done waiting in the wings on this one. With no fanfare I crawled onto the bed behind him, spat on his hole and began positioning my raw cock for entry. "No, wait, I think I shouldn't do anymore, I mean, we should, uh, call it a night." "Hell no, bitch. You just let my friend have your sweet young ass in front of me and didn't even have the courtesy to offer. That's just rude." I was already sliding my head in when he said, "but, condoms, please!" "Oh, so you invite both of us here and let my friend cum inside you but I'm just expected to watch quietly? You have a lot to learn about manners, young man." With that I managed to maneuver about 3/4th of my cock into him. I'm not quite as long as Jorge but way more thick, and the boy was struggling to accomodate my girth. "Just...just don't cum inside me, please, okay? I want to protect my boyfriend as well as me." "You feel that warm stickiness inside you? The one that's lubing up my cock and making it feel better? That's my friend's load doing that. Sluts like you feed off of the cum from real men like him. The condoms are just you lying to yourself about who you really are. Repeat after me: I am a cum dump for men. Condoms are be pretending to be better than what I am. I will never ask a real man to wear one ever again." See what I mean about lack of finesse? While his body was warming up the feeling of my thrusting dick, his mind was rebelling against accepting himself for the slut he was. He refused to say it, and even scrunched up his face and bit his lower lip in determination. It was adorable, and worthless. I pulled out of him and pulled him on top of me in a reverse cowgirl. I wanted his head pointed away from me so the whining wouldn't be as loud. With the kid not being cooperative, Jorge helped line up my cock with his ass and I pulled him down until I was buried to the hilt with him on top of me. "Now you're going to do the work, boy. Bounce on my dick." Ethan tried in vain to pull off, but with gravity doing most of the work for me he didn't really have a chance. Still, he wasn't making it very fun and my attempts to coerce him weren't overtaking his resistances just yet. That's when Jorge stepped in. He got up on the bed until he was eye level with Ethan and kissed him tenderly. "It's okay, this is good. You're doing so well. All we want us for you to feel good and be happy, but you aren't letting us. So now what you are going to do is make my friend really happy. You're going to show him the best sex of your life, and you're going to beg him for his cum. And you better make him believe it, because if you aren't convincing enough and my friend feels disappointed, then I'm sorry baby, but I'll have no choice but to send the pictures of us barebacking you to your boyfriend. Now are you going to behave and have fun with us?" Stunned, Ethan acquiesced. It was getting pretty hard for him to ignore how good he was feeling anyways, but he still wasn't delivering all that much enthusiasm. I growled at him, "disobedient boys get punished." And with that, I pushed him off of me and repositioned us in the missionary position before ramming my cock into him with all the force I could muster. Inches from his face, I yelled, "What are you?" "I'm...a slut." "Not good enough, boy." I picked him up with my cock still inside of him and pushed him against a wall before delivering several more painful thrusts. "Tell me how much of a cum dump you are." Jorge was hard as rock again watching this, filming with one hand and jacking himself with the other. This kid definitely had a long night and a sore ass ahead of him. "I like taking cum from men! Sluts like me should never ask for a condom!" Better, but there was room for improvement. I told Jorge to open the door, and with the boy in my arms I walked out to the patio where there were about 20 or so onlookers, all of whom immediately turned to pay attention to the spectacle. I laid the boy down on an open patio chair and continues my assault on his ass. This time I leaned in to whisper: "tell these men you're a cumdump. Let everyone here know how proud you are to be a sperm rag." "I'm a cum dump, sir! I only exist to take the loads of other men! I am proud to take your seed, sir!" Good boy. Then I ordered him to tell them how happy being a cum dump makes him. This, I think, is about when he broke. Suddenly the drugs and his own inner nature broke through his resistance and he wasn't performing for me anymore: he was instead speaking from who he was. "Oh, fuck, sir! Feeling myself being fucked raw is the best experience of my life! Please don't pull out of me. Please feed my ass with your jizz. I want to feel your sperm inside me!" "If a man wants to put his cum inside you, do you ever turn that down, boy?" "No, sir!" "And if any of these men decide they want to fuck you, to use you for their pleasure and honor you with their sperm, what's the one rule, cumhole?" "They...have to fuck me bareback. Cumholes like me don't deserve condoms. I will never disrespect a man again by asking him to wear one. I am proud to take his sperm inside me." That tipped me over the edge, and with a bellow I let out one of the biggest loads I've ever shot straight into his newly willing ass. By the time I can down from the orgasm, I turned to see 20 mesmerized men, and I swear not one of them that I could see didn't have a wickedly stiff dick, even the ones whose faces showed disapproval as well. I pulled Ethan's face down to my cock and told him to get to work cleaning me up. While he did, I announced to the crowd that we were celebrating Ethan's birthday as a cumslut today, and that everyone who wanted to help us celebrate by contributing their load to his tender young ass was welcome. No loads refused for any reason. Jorge continued to film as first one, then four, then ultimately ten of the men joined us back in Ethan's room for a celebratory gang bang. Fortunately for him most were decently hot, but there were a few trolls in the lot, including two that looked like they had visible wasting going on. Ethan nearly balked at that, but his craving for dick was nearly insatiable and I think the gratitude of the trolls for a shot at this fine young ass kind of endeared them to him a little. The night ended with Ethan curled up in Jorge's arms, with Jorge's dick still inside him while they both drifted off to sleep. The room was a wreck and stank like hell, but fortunately I had made sure that neither of the other two boys would be returning that night or even necessarily the next day. Before I left, I heard a groggy Ethan ask Jorge if he had sent the pictures of him being barebacked to Rick. Jorge told him, "No, baby. But I did send the video of you being barebacked while telling everyone that you were now a cumdump and wouldn't be refusing their loads. He's your boyfriend. He deserves to know the real you." Ethan turned his head towards Jorge and asked, "I'm going to regret this tomorrow, aren't I?" Jorge only held him closer and said, "You'll feel bad for a little while. Then you'll feel free." They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces. To be continued?

I'm a bit surprised he doesn't know how to deepthroat. He's been sucking cock for years, even professionally? He obviously loves to be a slut and whore around. If you take that away from him and demand he only focuses on you he may come to resent that down the road. I can understand you want him for yourself and don't want to share him while he's with you but leave him free to do what he wants in his "spare time". You say you're not afraid of losing him so let him do what he likes (craves?) on his own and he'll always come back to you. Train him in the things you want him to do (or do better) or you want him to be for you but don't ask him to stop his adventures and being a cock sucking slut with others when you are not around. If he feels he can still do that without you resenting him for it then I think he will feel you're his perfect (top) partner. Or do you feel uncomfortable he's sucking off other guys when you're not with him? Does he also let them fuck him or are you the only one?

Thanks, @tallslenderguy, for the in-depth explanation. I love knowing about the reasons why things work the way they do, and it’s always best to get it from the most knowledgeable source you can. I’m an information professional, so I know how to find information, but that’s not the same as knowing it.

Part 3 Not so wise Michael!!! leaving it up to me ? do u really think i would show u any mercy? so be it. I laugh !! HAHAHAHA you will take BBC #4 his 7" dick will open you up to the rest. i walk over to the man grab his hard cock and tell him to crack you open like a dirty fag. i pull his hard cock over to you spread ass and spit down on his cock. that is all the lube u need or get !!! i walk around to you race as i want to to see your eyes as the first black dick penetrates you ass and soul! are u read Micheal? the black cock teases you exposed ass hole. you eyes closed anticipating the next move. NO NO i say eyes open look into my eyes as we take you soul. the head of the cock spread u open the you ass hole grips and pops and the shaft enters you ass and takes you man hood! YES get use to this cuz this is as genital as it will feel tonight!! i nod my head and the black man plunges balls deep it to your ass!!!! i giggle and you body tries to escape only to be held in place by the straps. i whisper in your ear. as the man begin to trust faster and faster. Yes take that dick!!!! it will be over soon! your little man hole will be pozzed and breed!! the seed of these man will grow inside you! forever twisting your mind and body. yes harder!!! you moan loudly as the man plaw balls deep into you and the trust out. both his hand on your waist pushing as deep and hard as possible. i walk over to the back and message the black mans balls and he trust in and out of you. OOOOO yes he is locked and LOADED is tell you. messaging more and more. i can feel his balls growing in anticipation of what is about to happen. MMMMM yes it is almost time Micheal!!!! i walk over to your face. I want to Watch as you are gifted the gift of death!! I softly kiss you forehead!!! you will remember this moment when i sentenced you to death with these soft lips and soft kiss. The Black man trust harder his grunts growing with each minute. in side you you can feel his dick hardening and growing. you ass is being stretched as is cock slams up against your prostate. then you feel it and here it!! you heart racing then stop just like that. THe black man plunges deep into your ass and grunts loudly!!! Take my POZ cum you fag!!!! he screams. his cock begin to pulsate and pump deep inside you, you feel the vibrations. the shaft as it expands and contracts around you ass hole. the look on your face is price less. you eyes full of life turn to a dull emptiness. as this mans toxic seed begins to over take you body. still Balls deep into you the man pulls out and then trust a few more times. pushing his seed deeper and milking his cock just a bit long in you. then he pulls out and that is when you feel it. the cold air and cum dripping out of you down you leg send chills down you body. you know its done that there is no stopping it anymore. I look into you empty looking eyes ans ask you DID U FEEL IF MICHEAL? TELL ME YOU THOUGHTS AT THIS VERY MOMENT!!

I have been with two tops who seemed to get hard from poppers. One was just a trick who I never saw again. The other was a fuckbuddy though. He liked to fuck me on my back, and every time I wanted a hit of poppers, he wanted me to give him one. I could feel his cock getting harder inside me when the rush hit. Other than these two, poppers seem to be a hindrance for most tops. Although like some of you have mentioned, taking a hit right before he cums seems to work.

Part 30 　 We made small talk then, about basically nothing, for a while. Then I asked him, "what do you think I should do? You, know, about what just happened?" He said, "like I said I am a little prejudiced about that. I think you should just go with it and embrace your new freedom to have sex without any more worries about getting HIV, just take it, but it is your decision. Some love it, like me, and some wish it never happened. For me, I got it from Hank, like you might. I decided not to take meds for it, at least for now, and just spread my gift. I have no trouble getting laid, with this meat I have." With that he leaned back and reached down and grabbed that mammoth cock. I said, "Well, Hank's cock is big, but that is a monster and Hank's is the first one I ever had in me. I doubt if I can take yours even if I wanted to." He just smiled and said, "I don't think you realize, yet, how much your ass can stretch. I bet you could actually take this and am pretty certain of that. You still have time to get to a doc. I think you should enjoy the weekend and enjoy all the sex you can till you decide." I said, "that is a temptation, but wow, that looks like it would rip me apart." He still had his hand on his dick and it was almost all the way up now. It almost looked like another arm between his legs. I had trouble taking my eyes off of it. He just reached over and took my hand and said, "take ahold of me and see what you think of it." I let him lead my hand to his cock and gripped it. I could not get my hand all the way around it. Damn, that is huge. I can feel it throb and almost lifts my hand up it is so strong. He reached up and put his hand on my head and started to push me down towards it. I offered no real resistance, it didn't seem real somehow. Then it was right in my face and I found myself opening my mouth and the head of his cock pushed in. I had to stretch my mouth as wide open as possible and it still barely fit in. I could only get about 4 or 5" in as it was just way too big to go any further. I sucked on what I could get and with my saliva, maybe another inch slid in. I was bobbing my head on it trying to be careful not to scrape it with my teeth, but that was hard to do with its size. I immediately, it seemed, was rewarded with the taste of his precum which started flowing almost as soon as my mouth closed on him. He was moaning already and crooning to me about how great that felt. The stripper lifted me a little and brought one of his legs across the seat so that he had one leg on each side of it. I kind of adjusted myself so I was sitting the same way, but bent over sucking away. My mind was yelling at me, what the hell are you doing with that toxic cock in your mouth, but it tasted so good, I didn't want to stop. I was thinking at this point on just blowing him and that was all. Then he leaned over me some and grabbed my ass with both hands and his fingers were playing with my hole. It was sore, but with a throbbing tingle also there. He teased my hole for a while, just rubbing a finger of one hand around and around it and then the other hand doing the opposite direction. It was making me horny, again, and I was having trouble concentrating on his cock at times. Then, without warning, he stuck a finger from each hand in me at the same time. I almost lost hold of his cock and jumped into his lap. The feeling was amazing and then he inserted another finger from each hand in and started to stretch my hole open a little at a time twisting them a little to make sure they hit all around it. He was driving me wild with that feeling and my fear was being driven back from passion.

Some years ago when the Oink bar was still open in Antwerp I remember there was a sling hog in the darkroom upstairs. Despite the fact it wasn't busy (maybe four or five guys) he would not vacate the sling so me and my buddy could use it. Anyway we got our revenge - i distracted him a little by rubbing his body and cock as foreplay while my buddy tied his bootlaces to the sling's chains. Once secure we left the dark room - and by this time it was empty. Downstairs in the bar we finished our drinks and hearing a commotion upstairs the barman commented 'sounds like someone is having fun'... yeah we agreed and left. If it were me being unable to exit a sling would be quite horny in a busy backroom - especially blindfolded. That's on my bucket list.

Previously… The rimmer moved away, I heard a raspy hock and spit sound and felt a small wad of spit land expertly on my hole. I could see where this was going. After one or two seconds I felt the bed shift and the familiar tap-tapping of their cock, only this cock-head was massive… Way bigger than any of the guys in the room. Oh fuck! Right so… A massive cock like that tapping at my hole could only mean one thing. “Jay?” No wait the guy had facial hair. “Karl?” I heard a chuckle as he inched a little more pressure against my pucker. “Yeh mate, I got orders to fuck your pussy good”. Karl’s use of the word pussy made me cringe a little but his cockney accent softened it somewhat. Who could be pissed at someone who sounded like Del-Boy from Only Fools and Horses? Karl continued, “are you ready for me yet?” I thought about Karl’s massive dong, a hooded 12 inch West-Indian cock. I remembered my last encounter with him and Jay. I could almost make a pro/con list of reasons I could be fucked by him. Instead of pro and con, I was thinking of an ass-opening/ass-closing list. Ass-opening I was opened up by Orson I was still pretty high Karl was cute as fuck Ass-closing Karl was 12 inches Karl was young and maybe inexperienced Did I mention Karl was 12 inches?? Karl rubbed his heavy dick against my tender opening. My natural instinct was to close up especially since the girth alone felt far bigger than my ass would take, not even thinking about how deep it would go. I remembered what lead me down this bottoming path this weekend and reached back stroking Karl’s taut stomach, his abs were so fucking chiselled and hard they felt like marble. I asked “is Jay there?” I heard Jay pipe up somewhere near Karl, “I’m right behind him mate!” “Jay, can you start me off the way you started to downstairs, then Karl you take over? No criticism to you Karl, I’m just wanting Jay to prep me for that big cock first.” I heard nothing at first – had I offended Karl? Fuck! That wasn’t my intent. I started to think of ways I could back-pedal what I said, when there was a shift on the bed in front of me and a hand lifted my chin up. My lips were pressed against a heavy familiar hooded cock. Oh, good one! As my lips pressed against Karl’s girthy tip, I felt a finger rubbing up and down my crack. I opened my mouth, then readjusted my head position and opened my mouth wider – damn that head was big! I lifted my hand up and lowered the dick down a bit mentally figuring out just how I was gonna take this thing – at either end? As if to answer one of my questions, the questing finger found my hole, and started to circle the sensitive pucker, leaving a gritty trail in its wake. Good, Jay had picked up on what I was saying. There was no way I wanted to take either him or Karl without flying as high as possible, and a booty bump was just what the doctor ordered. Physically my body state was fully “up” after taking the synthetic ecstacy with Orson, but I just wanted to lift my hole up to that point of sheer pleasure and openness, and maybe also cause I was a drug-slut who couldn’t say no… nah, that’s beside the point. Since my body was fully “up” I was in a constant state of sensual arousal – the velvety head of Karl working past my lips was a sensual main-course so to speak, as was Jay’s dusted fingers working in my ass lips at the same time. Karl rested his hands on my shoulders and as if he and I were somehow empathically linked (don’t get me started on my theories of what E can do to your empathic abilities when high), he started massaging my shoulders, slowly inching his cock into me all the while. The shoulder massage was just as, if not more sensual than his thrusting cockhead and made my whole body relax and open up to this dual invasion. I felt the start of the inner tingle as Jay worked more powder into and past my sphincter. Then a chunk or rock of powder got worked up there by Jay. To this day I still have no clue what it was. I felt a sting as my juices started to break it down, but I was so relaxed at this point, and open to letting fully go. Theo was face-fucking Orson somewhere near me, and I knew both of them had my back. I could fully float free on whatever drug laden high was presented to me. Karl worked his massage down my back, then slowed around my lower back working out tension there I didn’t even know I had. My sweat acted as the perfect massage oil. My body was ready to take on this dual invasion. I felt Jay move his hands up to my ass cheeks and move in rhythm with Karl’s, giving me a four-hand massage. Seriously guys, if you’ve never had a four-hand massage by two people who know what they’re doing, you’ve got to drop all your shit right now and make it happen! You won’t regret it. One of the top experiences of my sexual life. Being on the uppers helped of course, but the dripping sense of sensuality and body-consciousness and pleasure! Fuck yeah it’s amazing. As I took the entire head of Karl in my mouth, I felt another tapping on my hole. Jay had finished off his ass massage and was now pushing against my tingling back passage. My entire back-chute from pucker to fist-deep was electric. The chems that had been placed there were now signalling their presence and I was loving it. Sparks of pure pleasure energy shot straight from my rectum to my brain. I felt Jay reapply his hands to my ass and push my knees further apart to splay me and lower my hole to his dick. The tip was lubed and made fluid contact with my hole. I sent signals down there to open it up and show willing. Karl chuckled from somewhere above me, and said, “oh you’re gaping now mate, yeah show us your pink pussy”. I was too high to care or clench up at that word. I felt the dick tip being positioned by Karl’s hand as he leaned his own dick another inch deeper into my mouth. I was still just swirling my tongue around the head and making small movements on it cause most of my focus was on my delicious-feeling asshole. I felt a spatter as Karl or/and Jay spat down directly on it, and used the dick there to work that spit directly on my widening gape. “C’mon mate, open up a little more” Karl was insistent. Jay was obviously focussed on his task as he had been quiet a while now. I felt his cock-head circle my opening hole. He pressed the lower front-part of his head, just past the urethra where the banjo-string starts, to massage my aching hole, teasing me. I was ready, and this lubey messy play was making me open up further and further – I needed the whole thing in me. I presented my hole a little more, shoving it upwards and the tip just slid in. Mother of fucking Christ! That spit roasting. Damn. As Jay slid into me like a hot knife in butter, the sensation of every inch just screamed, no “hallelujahed” pleasure in 360 degrees as he filled my rectal cavity. Every nanometre deeper that cock dove was greeted with applause by my nerve endings and my ass was a bottomless pit, needing it deeper and fuller and harder, and Jay did not disappoint. By about the ninth inch I could tell the my position needed a little adjusting to let him in deeper still, and in shifting up a bit I managed to push myself deeper onto Karl’s cock too. I was fully oreo’d. By the time I readjusted I had 20 inches of black dick in me. From default top two days ago, to party and play cum dumpster bottom – that was one steep learning curve. And speaking of curves, my body knew naturally how to curve into positions I’d never even have dreamt of before. I guess with the amount of uppers booty-bumped in me and otherwise ingested, I continued to chemically rise – my up–point had not yet been reached. Whatever Jay had shoved and now fucked into me, was still releasing pleasure chemicals unlike any I had before. Everything was so more-ish! I backed my hole back to win yet another inch deeper from my booty-bumping top. He hadn’t even begun to thrust, but now started slowly pulling an inch out and feeding it back. Karl steadied himself on my shoulders after my booty bump “lift-off” and puled his cock out and pressed his balls up to my mouth. I dutifully tongued them and suckled on one and then the other. I leaned in as Jay stayed with his gentle rhythm – which still felt like earth moving equipment in a kid’s sandbox. I focussed on nuzzling Karl’s heavy balls and lapped at his perineum, and the little ridge of skin that’s prominent of some guys from where the two halves of our body join in foetal development. You can barely see it in some guys, but on others it’s a pronounced ridge all the way from the ball sac down the taint and to the asshole. He grunted as I did this and then brought me back to force feed me his cock. As I learned later from a conversation between Theo and Karl while they were taking turns pounding Jay’s ass, and Theo had wanted to lucky-pierre Karl, Karl was 100% straight – this was purely a money gig. Theo had high-fived him then and there as the only other straight(ish) guy in such a sausage fest and they made plans to find a hooker for all three of them the next day to really fill up all her holes. A part of me is still a bit curious to know if that ever happened. Meanwhile at this point, I could tell that Karl wasn’t interested in me probing down any further than his taint. I suppressed my gag as much as possible and slurped up his monstrous meat. Twelve inches is a stretch regardless how high you are and I gagged quite a bit. As I wrestled it, it would slip out, poke my cheeks, hit my gag in wretching moment of uncertainty (luckily I had nothing to puke up) and even once slopped out and pushed my blindfold askew. All this because at the other end I was also taking an increasingly paced pounding from Jay – and fuck was it goooorgeous. I know it was probably the chems talking but my ass was made for being taken and Jay was taking all of it. Sweat poured off me in, flowing down my back as I settled into a fugue-state of pushing and pulling, filling and emptying. Fireworks were going off in my brain as noise rushed up to a crescendo and stayed there in a fog of slaps and groans. All around me my senses turned to sex. Fingers scraped across my back. Men were groaning in pleasure all around me. Orson gagged by my right ear. Karl offered me his nuts to bathe again. Mashing his cock against my cheeks I sensed out and reached out to my right and made contact with what I think was Theo’s cock. I pulled it gently from Orson’s mouth and lapped at the side of it, feeling Orson’s lips meet mine across the shaft. Karl butted his cock in and it was a free for all. We fought over each cock like kids who wouldn’t be content playing each with one toy, we both had to have both of them. We playfully wrestled lips and locked jaws, sometimes totally forgetting the two cocks altogether, till they made their presence known again and then other times tried to deepthroat them or blow two at the same time. All the while Jay increasingly pistoned in and out of me. Sometimes I think that if I could rewind time, I’d go back to that point every night for the sheer pleasure and stimulus overload. Whatever had been fucked into me was pure magical bliss and I was only getting started on it.

At a bbq with bears last summer, I was standing behind a shirtless cub, rubbing his belly and working his nipples, basically trying to seduce him. He had been drinking beer all afternoon and was pretty buzzed. He had tried to excuse himself to go piss, but I kept rubbing his nipples, and suggested he just piss in his jeans since it was a hot afternoon. He laughed at first and said something about not wanting everyone to see him piss himself, but I kept telling him to show daddy what a good pig he was, and began holding his crotch with my hand, encouraging him to piss in daddy's hand. It was hot when I began to feel the wet heat on my hand, and then see the front of his jeans, and even his boots, get wet. For the rest of the party he just kept pissing himself, and yes I got to breed his ass before the bbq ended.

I had another one of those days when all you can think about is sex so I ended up coming to this hotel that’s known for being crowded with horny sleazy guys. I’ve gotten a room and so far I’ve had 3 dicks in me and I'm carrying around two loads. I talked to his hung top during the day so as to get bred and he told me we should come here. He ended up being an hour late so I got a room while I waited. This big bear type with an average dick was just relaxing in his room and wanted to breed my hole so I came over and dropped on my knees as soon as he opened the door. He was massive. Really big hairy bearded lots of man for me to have. As soon as I walked in he told me he was jerking off just before I got there so he wouldn't take long to finish. So a quick breeding as to warm up my hole and get it lubbed up? Perfect. I blew him, he kept sniffing poppers repeatedly and with intent and all of the sudden got up, ran to my hole and fucking shoved his dick in me, making me hurt and, while moaning a lot, said “I’m cumming! I’m filling you up!”, and all I could reply was that he'd please push it in deep. By the time I came out, the top I had talked to before coming here had arrived and we had some beers and fucked. He’s this tall 6’ guy, big cock that takes forever to cum. We fucked for about 40 min but my hole got sore and I figured I could use a break. He’s promised his load will go in me later tonight, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed. After him I came back to my room and saw that this guy that had filled me up once before was nearby. We texted and he was too at the hotel. I walked up to his room, he had an apple filled with weed for me to smoke while he ate my ass, sucking the bear's cum out of me. “I’ll add another load to that hole, cunt”, he said, and I just got on all fours and felt him slide easily all the way in. He’s got a nice 7-8” dick and fucked me relentlessly. On all fours then standing up, then against the wall, then laying on my back, then laying on my stomach, then again carrying me but from the back (I’m 5’4”, so #prosoffuckingshortguys) and then again laying on my back. It was so fucking hot my cock started oozing out cum without me jerking off and once he saw that it drove him crazy. If he was fucking me hard, he made sure I’d remember him tomorrow by grabbing onto my shoulders and forcing his dick all the fucking way in with each shove. “I know you whore like it deep inside you so I’m leaving it there... now”, was all he said as he closed his eyes and nutted inside me, adding his DNA to the bear’s. I quickly got dressed, asked him if he wanted to smoke some more he should come down to my room and I’ve been writing this story ever since. I’ll update it as the night develops. As of this moment, though: 3D/2L —————————————- So I relaxed for a bit, smoked some pot and watched TV. Over Hornet this tall bald headed top talks to me, average dick, average body, handsome, looking for a hole to breed. Says he’s been fucking a guy but the bottom couldn’t take him any more and he didn’t cum. “Come on over”, I told him, “no reason for you to go bed carrying that load around”. He got here in 5 min and in ten was shoving his dick down my throat. It was soft but got hard fast, nice long shaft and big head cock. I could tell all he wanted was to cum, so I told him to lay in bed, I got his dick nice and wet with a mixture of my spit and cum from my hole and sat on it. He then began fucking me non-stop, grabbing my torso and making sure his cock went all the way in, not even letting me move. I was just his living and breathing cumhole and I loved it. He paused for a bit of poppers, let me have some and went back at it again, this time with his eyes closed, not even looking at me. His moans became louder fast, his body started jerking around and a big smile appeared on his face. “Consider yourself knocked up”, he said, and I thanked him for his load. He stayed a bit longer and left. 4D/3L —————————————- I had started writing the previous part when I heard a knock and figured the guy who had just left had forgotten something, so I went out naked and saw no one at he door. I peeked around and this guy was standing in the hall. I literally just shrugged and nodded him to come over. “You top? Looking for a load here”, I said, to which he replied “We’ve been talking on Grindr, man”. “Awesome”, I said, “so you know the drill”, and know it he did. He was naked in a minute and had his dick swirling around the three loads in my gut in 2. His dick was nice, perfect shape and felt soft as hell, which I can’t say is a word I use often to describe dicks. He fucked me hard and non-stop, grabbing me by the waist to make sure I didn’t move much. He put me on all fours but I soon got pushed down onto my stomach, shoving his dick all the way in. As usual I asked him to please leave his load there, as deep as he could. And as usual that drove him over the edge. He was soon making faces, jerking a bit and moaning as he let all his little guys lose deep inside me. My ass hurt but I took it and pushed back against his dick. After he finished he got dressed and left. He’s two rooms over and might get another top for later. While I wait here, though: 5D/4L —————————————- The last guy to breed me came back to leave another load. The sex was good, he fucked me really hard again and laid me on my stomach, shoving his dick deep inside me. After a while though it got repetitive and I could tell he was spacing out, wanting to give me cum out of knowing how badly I wanted it, but also not quite stimulating his dick just right. He pulled out and told me to get on all fours on the edge of the bed, ass looking at him. He played a bit with my hole, sticking a couple of fingers in while jerking off really hard, while I squeezed my ass as hard as I could and relaxed and squeezed again. He really liked that and his jerking off got stronger. "Please leave it in me", I said, to which he simply replied "Yes" and stuck his dick all the way in into the pool of four loads I still have inside of me, while at the same time grabbing me by the waist and throwing his head back, moaning loudly, but not pulling out, pushing deeper and deeper and then fucking me some more, fast and hard. I couldn't take it anymore and I shot the biggest load I've shot in the last few months. He pulled out, we talked for a bit, I thanked him again for his cum while he changed and left. It's been about 5 hours since I got here, and after posting this I'm getting ready and leaving. I'll have this 5 loads in me for as long as I can. 5D/5L

I'm at 50 loads this year so far.. Gotta beat 160 from last year!

The sensation I feel when I know a cock is shooting deep inside me is the greatest rush. Similarly when I blast off inside someone's ass, it is a feeling of total satisfaction.

Midnight "C'mon! Up-ee!" Manetti came in the room clapping his hands, startling Chris. The room had a foul stench. Chris was sweating profusely, and had moistened the bedsheets with their dried butt juice from earlier that day. The kid was oblivious to the stink, awash in perpetual, carnal thoughts, though if you pressed him he couldn't tell you one of them. Manetti turned off the electro kit and started taking off all of Chris attachments. Manetti smacked his lips, his nostril flaring with powder. "Swear to Christ, you should be paying me for this first one. It's a twofer and you better not fuck up. Client wants his puppy to try Tina, so it has the potential to be interesting. Ah," Manetti said, pausing to admire the hour's growth of Chris' nipples, "Look at those sweet tits, man. Beautiful little eraser heads." Manetti twisted them. Chris looked down to see his nips were pretty hefty now. Nowhere near Manetti’s and far from Master Drax's, but much more plump than the tiny pimples he had before. Manetti pulled out the sound and butt plug without much protest from Chris. He untied the kid, and plunked him in the shower to wash some of the bed crud off. He needed to be, at the very least, presentable. Tricks could fuck him up as much they wanted, but let him at least start from a baseline of decency. They left their cabana amidst men walking around cruising each other and taking off to the shadows where portable slings had been set up. All around, under the throbbing disco music, moans of sex and the scent of reefer and poppers filled the night. Manetti led the way holding a prepared .3 rig in one hand and Chris' dog leash in the other. Both wore their white towels and masks as did everyone on the grounds. Manetti walked up to the cabana next to theirs, Chuck Brunswick's and Andy's, and knocked. Chris looked at all the men walking by. Some stared at him, licking their chops. He licked his chops hungrily back at them until Manetti yanked his leash. "Focus," Manetti said. In the garden shadows, Chris made out slings clanking in secluded walkways. Fireflies winked their little lights in the dark. *** Andy Hollister, in the bright California sunlight, had eyes that shined a luminescent aquamarine. No joke. What the TV star saw when he emerged from his trailer in Santa Monica, ready to film another boring expositional beach scene with his co-star, L.A. Police Chief Roy Ebbing, was Andy playing volleyball with the other day players. The extra, even from a distance had mesmerizing eyes. Dark brown hair, a sculpted brow, a wiry frame—the kid wasn’t tall, but he was excellent at spiking the ball from a running start. Chuck Brunswick couldn’t think of one beach he’d been to—Cyprus, Oaxaca, Zakynthos Island of Greece—that was of a clearer blue than the happy kid in the sand. Andy was assigned a background role of volleyball player that Stacks Lightning would pass on the boardwalk while milking Police Chief Ebbing for intel. Walk-and-talk scene were typically the most boring parts of the script to film—pure exposition. But that day, with a hot young twink consistently in his line of sight, each take they did gave the actor a pleasant distraction from the humdrum dialog. After the shoot, Brunswick got the front office to track down the extra and called in a favor from one of the executive producers. Andy was offered a Production Assistant’s job, which, to him, came out of the blue but he was eager to accept it. It paid little, but more than his waiter job, and the glamor of working on one of television most popular shows made him the envy of all his friends in the San Fernando Valley, especially his girlfriend who told everyone that Andy was starting to make it big in Hollywood. On set, Brunswick started hitting Andy up to fetch things: coffee, newspapers, cocaine (discretely from one of the prop guys). Their friendship, mentorship, whatever you want to call it, grew to where Brunswick had him running dialog with him between takes. One night they were filming a chase sequence at a refinery in El Segundo. The shoot ended about four in the morning and Brunswick was pretty wired from the fight sequences and the cocaine he’d been doing with Andy in his trailer. As the film company was breaking down their equipment, Brunswick mentioned he was concerned for Andy riding out to the valley so late. Why didn’t he follow him home and he could stay in the downstairs guest house. His one and only tenant had recently vacated and he could spend the night there, no problem. Andy enthusiastically agreed and follow him on his Kawasaki back to Brunswick's Malibu pad. The house was built on the cliffs with its pier foundation drilled deep into rocks below. The main overhanging house had a small studio apartment tucked underneath where Brunswick said he could crash. When they entered, day was breaking. From the hallway Andy could see another bright, azure sky unfolding over the Pacific. He’d seen sunrises, of course, but never anything so amazing where blue ocean folded into blue sky. Brunswick, looking into Andy’s eyes, felt the same amazement. He took the boy’s face in his hands and spontaneously kissed him. “Whoa. Dude!” Andy said, jumping back, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome or unexpected. With each step of their increasing intimacy, Andy had gotten closer and more in tune with the actor’s unspoken needs. First minor incidental touches, a pat on the back, say, might be replaced with a tap on his butt; Brunswick coming out of the shower to run lines with him, the star would linger spending an inordinate amount of time naked, fluffing up his package, drying himself off. Once, running lines with him next to the catering truck on the studio backlot, Brunswick got up to a part in the script where he was supposed to kiss this week’s babe. As he got to that part, he reached out, putting a hand on Andy’s face and said, “This is where I kiss you.” Andy had never forgotten that confusing moment because right on the heels of that, Brunswick’s blond-haired teenage son and his ex-wife came on set and went off to his trailer to sign some papers. “Fuckin’ look at your eyes, man,” Brunswick said to him at the beach house that early morning. Andy, rather than backing off and playing coy, came forward and pressed his face against that famous mustache. He moved in that week, broke off with his girlfriend, and never left Brunswick’s side. Or a better way to say it is that Brunswick never let him leave his side. Once Andy moved in, in small and subtle ways, Brunswick started to narrow his exposure with anyone else. His valley friends weren’t to visit the house. “They’re black holes that only want to be your friends so they can hang out in Malibu.” Andy disagreed but not fervently enough to actually invite any of his friend over. One by one, friends, even family, contacted him less and less. The studio apartment downstairs where he ostensible lived was rarely used, only when studio executives came over for a dinner meeting would Andy be required to remain downstairs until they left. Brunswick nonchalantly suggested clothing Andy might wear, taking him eventually into Beverly Hills, picking out all his outfits. He adopted this dapper wardrobe, a sweater tied round his Lacoste shirt, as his new style. From happy, grungy valley kid to serious, snappy preppy boy in less than a year. The second year they lived together, Brunswick had him quit his job as a PA, persuading him he’d be more content to stay home and enjoy the solitary beach, cook meals, clean, and wait for him every evening for his return. Andy was his servant, secretary, and—to Andy, anyway—his lover. He dressed in a manner that pleased Brunswick; taking on the interests the actor had, the conservative politics the actor espoused. He came round to enjoying the finer things Brunswick exposed him to. When the actor was on hiatus, they traveled to Paris, Bangkok, Rio, took meals at the finest London restaurants, stayed at the best Mediterranean villas. He was introduced to famous and, sometimes, infamous acquaintances, artists, politicians, shady characters that had “boys” of their own. It was on a flight to New York with a connecting seaplane after that, that brought Andy face to face with a naked Chris Prior standing in front of him, and a man he’d met that day called Manetti, a pretty sketchy character if you wanted to know the truth, who was running a hand down the skinny blond kid’s torso, fluffing up his dick, displaying him like he was some county fair animal, like a slab of prime meat brought over as a main course by a swarthy Italian waiter. "One hundred to fuck him. Two to fist," Manetti informed Brunswick. "Same price for two of us, right?" Brunswick inquired. Manetti nodded. "Does he top or only bottom?" "Dunno," Manetti said honestly perplexed. “It’s never come up. Can you fuck, boy?" "Fuck who?" Chris asked, only semi-aware he was on display, naked in front of Chuck and Andy, both draped in their towels while he was not. "You’d fuck Andy, of course," Brunswick said. "And you're neg, right?" "Yes, Sir, sir. Practically a virgin," replied Chris, giving Andy a lascivious examination. Andy thought that this didn’t seem like the same kid running around the pool a couple of hours ago. The kid in front of him now was as crude as Manetti. He also noticed the blond was getting a pretty big hardon. "And I’ll admin to your boy, too," Manetti added, "no charge except for product. Point three is my reco. It’ll pack a pretty good wallop for a first timer." "Alright," Brunswick said, reaching for his wallet and pulling out several bills and handing them to Manetti. Andy looked alarmed. “Wait, what’s this admin stuff?” “You know how we’ve been trying to get you into fisting?” Brunswick began in his persuasive tone. Andy looked at Manetti quickly. “Well, this should open you up. It’s Tina and you inject it. You trust me, don’t you, son?” “I don’t know, Chuck,” Andy said looking at the ominous needle in Manetti’s hand. “Can’t I just snort it like we do coke? “Much better to have it injected, Chief,” Manetti advised. “Trust me, you’ll love it.” That was enough for Andy to sour on the whole deal. He didn’t like Manetti. Certainly would never trust him. “Aw, c’mere Raggedy Andy,” Chuck said, pulling Andy in close, stroking his bicep and chest. Andy went limp in his arm like he always did. “Remember our first night after you got your implants?" Manetti asked quizzically. "Implants?" "Yeah, how do you think my boy got so buff? No gym membership needed," Brunswick replied. He ran his hand lavishly over the boy’s expensive biceps, the sculpted deltoids and yoked traps. “Baby, you remember how good the painkillers were the doctor proscribed? How I almost got all my fingers inside you? Well, this will be a hundred times better than that.” Chris chimed in, “Yeah, you'll feel, like, so great and you get this big rush, bigger than when you take a hit of coke. It’s a million times more better.” Andy stared at Chris’ growing erection and started to feel his own dick start to rise. “Okay, but you’re staying here the whole time, Chuck, right?” He definitely did not want to be alone with this thug Manetti with his prominent biohazard belly tattoo. “The whole time, buddy. The whole time,” Chuck reassured him. “Why don’t I hold you, while Manetti injects you? I’ll hold you, son, if you like.” Andy nodded, still nervous. Brunswick got situated at the headboard and pulled Andy in between his legs, put one arm on a shoulder and started massaging him, his other hand traveled over Andy's downy chest. Manetti sat next to Andy, propped a pillow under his arm, and told him to make a fist. Andy followed his instruction, and Manetti went in search of a vein. Chris sat at the edge of the bed and witnessed each detail. His hardon said how hot he was for this young man, admiring the short dark hairs that were just starting to cover his sculpted chest, the tufts of black hair tucked under his carved arms. “I can see you’re scared,” Manetti said, “I’ll just do half. You tell me if you want it all. Sound good?” Andy like the idea and nodded. His white skin displayed many prominent blue vein possibilities. “Let's do this one, Chief,” he said poking a ridge on his forearm. “Ready?” Andy’s face said he wasn’t but Manetti went on anyway. “Okay think of a nice place you really like.” Andy thought of that first night at Chuck’s, looking out the window watching the day break, seeing fins, dolphin fins in the distance. Manetti stuck him and pulled back the plunger and Andy’s red blood swirled mixing with the crystal meth. Or could they have been shark fins? “Here we go,” Manetti said slowly pushing half the vial contents into him. Andy felt an increasing warm bath of joy. How wonderful his life was, how sexually strong his feeling was about Chuck, how good it was that Chuck guided him, protected him, even controlled him a little. Just this much of crystal was perfect. He held up a hand to Manetti saying as much. “Do the rest of it,” Chuck said coolly to Manetti. “Wait,” Andy said. Manetti smirked and emptied the remaining meth. Andy sucked in a breath through teeth-gritted. His eyes spun. He went from a smile to a grimace, back to a smile, then he lost all cognizance of where he was. “See,” said Brunswick, “you love it don’t you, baby? Daddy know best, doesn’t he?” “Ah, fuck, daddy,” stammered Andy, remembering Chuck was there, holding him. “Fuck, this is so good. Ah, fuck, fuck.” Chris put his hand under Andy’s towel and started stroking his small penis. Brunswick undraped Andy and told Chris to suck him. Chris did, with pleasure. Andy moaned on the bed wanting to get up, but Brunswick held him back. Unable to move, simply taking in all the sensation of his first major Tina rush, he ran his hands over Chris’ blond mop, humping his mouth. Brunswick toyed with Andy’s nipples, played with the boy like he was a life-size doll. Picked up his long, thin hand and sucked his fingers, bent over and put his tongue in his ear. "You like what daddy gives you? A cute, little teddy bear to suck your pretty little dick, a big bad wolf to shoot you up, and daddy who's finally going to get his big paw inside you tonight." "Fuck," said Andy barely aware of what Brunswick was saying, keenly aware of how good he felt, how good a cocksucker was deep-throating him, getting his pubes so wet and warm. Who was slipping a thin, wet finger across his silky crack? Who slid a finger against his velvety hole? Who wiggled its way inside? Andy wanted to slide down on this finger, and Brunswick released him. He slid down and wormed his way onto the finger that prodded against him. "Fuck," he cried as the finger passed inside him. As the drug pulsed through his body, lust encouraged him to push down on the finger so it would go in deeper. "Yeah, that's it baby. Let the whore finger fuck you." Chris continued playing with Andy's hole. Pushing in deeper, taking his finger out, licking two, tasting Andy's musky juice, slipping the two wet fingers back into his hole, twisting them slowly. He ran his tongue up the shaft, felt the treasure trail of black hairs that left his dark bush and swirled up to his belly. Chris kept going till his hands reached the few hairs that speckled Andy’s breast bone between his pec implants. Watching Chris work on Andy got Manetti aroused. His job done he pulled into the room's shadows and observed. Chris was getting the fucked up kid to squirm, adding in an occasional nasty sounding, yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers, yeah, that's it, let yourself enjoy it. Brunswick was also enjoy it, playing with himself, taking a swig of absinthe from the nightstand, putting it back, reaching forward and playing with Chris' nice eraser head nips. "Alright. Up on your knees boys. Stick your dick in Andy, boy." Andy slowly crawled onto all fours, with Chris sliding between his legs. Manetti came out of the shadows to hand Chris some lube. Chris covered his erection with thick, viscous grease and spread a little over Andy's hole. He rubbed his dick up and down Andy's crack. "You want this cock? Tell me you want it." "I want it. I want your cock," Andy responded breathlessly. "Good." He pushed Andy's shoulders down so his head was on the bed, then started pushing his cockhead into him. Andy sucked in air when Chris’ purple head first popped in. Chris pulled out a little then pushed back again. "That's it, take it in." Behind him, Chris felt Brunswick's large paw press him onto Andy's body. Chris fell on top of Andy's back and Brunswick spread his legs and pushed his cock into Chris' accepting hole. Chris was a lot looser than Andy and Brunswick quickly slid up to his root, hairy dark pubes rubbing against the boy’s hairless hole. A big beer can dick Brunswick had. Not long but meaty and thick. Chris jabbed Andy fiercely, and just as fiercely pushed his ass back on Brunswick. The three of them found a rhythm they could sustain. Andy stayed passive, letting Chris fuck him hard, emitting small cries of satisfaction with each slam. Chris reached around and jacked Andy's pecker till it got stiff. The young man’s pubes were like silk, and his felt him up, all that pubic hair he was denied. He squeezed and pulled on Andy’s balls, which Andy protested at first but then started enjoying it. Chris’ own balls swung in their heavy metal sleeve, smacking into Andy’s. "Baby, you got a great ass," Brunswick hoarsely whispered in Chris’ ear. "Ah, fuck, Sir. Your boy does too," Chris answered back. It was true. It was the first boy pussy he’d ever fucked, and its creaminess, on top of the dominance he felt over someone like never before, was getting him close to cumming. "Ung," Chris uttered, deep guttural expression of enjoyment each time he slammed into Andy ass. "Ung-ung-ung..." he repeated with every piston thrust of his hips. He was banging back and forth in the erotic sensation of simultaneously fucking a soft, tight hole with his long dick, and being fucked by a thick daddy cock banging into his ass. Part of his brain fantasized about the hairy bush he was backing into, Stacks Lightning. But it was the actual hard man he felt inside him, grunting, animal-like, lewdly talking in his ear. "How old are you anyway?" Chris grunted. "Bet my son’s age. You like daddy fucking you, son? Daddy wanted to fuck you for a long time." Not only did Chris grunt in the affirmative, the confession hinting of a secret desire for incest made him blow immediately, deep within Andy, pouring a steady stream of cum into the kid. Andy, too, felt Chris’ rhythmic climax and also came hard into Chris' fist. Loud and lewd, the boy’s stuttered over each other a smattering of oh fucks and oh shits, while they nutted. Brunswick disengaged frustrated quickly after, looked at Manetti sitting in a chair stoking his big Italian cock. "What?" Manetti protested. He could see Brunswick was irritated, that he was just getting started when the boys finished themselves off. Manetti argued, "They’re teenagers for fuck sake! They can't help it! They’d cum every fifteen minutes like coo coo clocks if you let him." "I expected him to keep it going for more than two minutes. We still have fifty-five minutes, right? Jesus Christ!" Chris wiped Andy’s cum on the bed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I won't cum so fast next time, but your boy’s cunt feels so good." Chris began rubbing two fingers over Andy's dripping hole. He wanted to immediately dive deeper. He was still fucking horny. "Boys, on you backs," barked Brunswick. "Chariot time." He pulled the ottoman from under Manetti's feet and positioned himself between the two boys who had their asses at the edge of the bed waiting. Manetti tried to make peace, and came over and spread grease over Brunswick's hands. The hand ready for Chris' hole Manetti applied a lot more grease to the actor's forearm. He made sure Brunswick understood the implications. Manetti applied two fingers of grease on both boy's holes and pushed it in, then spread some around inside their holes. Andy's hole, replete with short dark boy hair, felt incredible, but also puckered tight. Chris looked at Manetti with intense excitement and anticipation. Manetti held up a single finger as a warning. Chris pouted. Andy looked at Brunswick a little frightened, but excited in anticipation all the same. Brunswick stuck in two fingers in both boy's ass lips and twisted. Andy yelped while Chris moaned deeply. "Do a couple hits, boy,” Brunswick encouraged Andy. Manetti sat on the bed next to him, uncapped the bottle and fed it to the boy. Brunswick felt his hole loosen considerably so he slipped in a third finger. Chris had no problem with two fingers or the third that was incoming. He rocked his butt to take Brunswick’s fingers all the way to his knuckles in one go. Brunswick pushed in three fingers in each boy, easily slipping into Chris, not so easy with Andy. Chris reached over and stuck his tongue in Andy's mouth, surprising him with a passionate kiss. The poppers aroused Andy's lust. He liked kissing Chris in front of his mentor, started making out with Chris passionately, much to the pleasure of both Brunswick and Manetti. Chris whispered nastily, "Fuck yeah. Let your daddy fist us. Let daddy take our holes." Chris looked in the boy's deep blue eyes and saw lust building, as Brunswick added a fourth finger. Chris wiped some lube off his butt and stroked Andy's shriveled cock. It didn't get hard but it did get Andy to start pushing down on Brunswick's hand. Manetti let them share the poppers, each taking a hit, then another. Then both boys began desperately pushing their holes trying to take Brunswick's meaty paw. "That's it, son. Bear down on daddy. Look what a good job Chris is doing." Having Chuck Brunswick's hand inside him was his goal since he saw the lightning bolt suitcases outside the cabana. Chris swallowed his hand in one greedy gulp and let out a passionate cry of achievement. Both his hands flew above his head in passionate surrender, wallowing in the accomplishment, squeezing and releasing the monstrously large hand inside him. Brunswick kept twisting inside Chris' expanded hole, while he still toyed with opening up his boy. Brunswick's hand was bigger than Manetti's, but Manetti definitely possessed better technique. Manetti continuously checked in with his bottom, whereas Brunswick was thoughtless, mechanical. Chris didn't really care though. This is how he imagined Stacks Lightning would fist him: forceful, dispassionate, at times hurting him. It was something he wanted. After several minutes of twisting and re-lubing, and still not getting into Andy, Brunswick was about to give up on both of them. Chris saw his growing frustration. "Let Manetti get him open, Sir. He's got smaller hands," Chris said. With a single raise eyebrow, Manetti protested, and would have said something, but saw the kid was working an angle. Manetti gave Andy a once over, admiring the black pubes on such milky white skin. It got an easy rise out of Manetti, and he gave Brunswick a why-not look. Brunswick assented and turned his attention to Chris' malleable hole, while Manetti took his towel and wiped excess grease from Andy's butt. He knelt down and began lapping at the hole, swirled his tongue in circles, while Andy breathed through clench teeth, relishing the sensation of the man's rough beard and feathery tongue. Brunswick wasn’t into rimming, and since he’d been the one and only man he'd ever had sex with, the thought of someone low enough, someone as rough and criminal looking as Manetti, wanting to put his mouth on his shitter excited him. It was what he expected criminal would like to do. And, man, the feeling of a tongue licking his hole was beyond description. He relaxed and Manetti stuck his tongue inside the kid's rectum, licking the musky flavor of his hole. It drove the kid crazy. He pulled his cheeks apart so Manetti could dig deeper if he wanted. He wanted. Brunswick watched in fascination his boy's hole getting so professionally eaten. He looked at Chris and twisted his hand once more, balling up his fist, and pushing his arm further up Chris' hole. Chris took a hit of poppers and gritted his teeth and pushed his ass onto Brunswick large hairy arm. He went quite a distance on the first try but at a price. The man's knuckled brought him a lot of pain. He lowered his legs and placed them on Brunswick's muscular shoulders and gave them a slight push so his arm pulled out slightly, taking off some pressure. He took another hit and fell in a trace looking at the actor's face. The international spy, Stacks Lightning, had his arm inside his body. How fucking awesome was that? Not as awesome as it would be if he were piston fucking him. So he relaxed his legs on the man's shoulders and felt his mammoth fist slide deep within him. He rocked his feet off the spy's shoulders feeling him go in deep then come out. He kept up the motion seeing it pleased his hero. The more it did the harder he rocked. Chris had been the one in control, determining the rhythm by pushing his feet against Brunswick, but he could see Brunswick wanted to dominate, so he laid back on the bed and pulled his legs apart to show submission. It’s exactly what Brunswick wanted and immediately rose to the challenge. He pulled all the way out and then punched back in. Chris gave into his fantasy that the internationally famous undercover spy, Stacks Lightning, wanted to punch fist him. The spy could do no wrong; he would be this week’s willing bottom. Chris pulled his ass cheeks apart and let him pile drive in first one fist, then the other. He grunted like a swine with each punch, leaving dignity far behind, and snarled and snorted at Brunswick, nodding his head to punch him more and harder. Brunswick had the look of a drunk madman and pummeled the boy's ass mercilessly. If he was damaging the boy, he didn’t care. He allowed him to suck on his popper bottle for a moment, then began again to use the kid’s body as a punching bag. At one point, catching his breath from his battering, he witness Chris pushing out his internal organs. They popped through his hole, lips like a volcano rim with red lava oozing to the surface. What had been a small bloom earlier in the day, now grew to a soft-ball size mound of flesh pushing through. Brunswick used his towel to wipe it, then bent down and, for the first time, started chewing and sucking on Chris' small prolapse. Brunswick had never given in to such depravity, but the sight of this teenager with such a disgustingly obscene asshole, drove him to lick and nibble and kiss it, using his tongue to drive the boy to insanity. To Chris, nothing had ever felt like this. It was like being rimmed by twenty tongues. So many nerve endings were raw and exposed, stimulated all at the same time. If he even thought about jacking himself right now he'd shoot and hit the wall. He left his hard, purple-headed erection alone, and instead grabbed the head of auburn locks attached to his hole and push his rosebud harder against that mouth. The international spy's lips were locked, eating his shithole. How incredibly awesome was that? Not as awesome as the spy’s hand going back inside and starting to punch his organs again. They got into a long series of punching that lasted minutes or hours—time didn't registered. But suddenly his body did something it'd never done before. Brunswick’s fist stayed in the air ready to go back in but he was suspended in curiosity. Chris was convulsing. More than an orgasm that normally started in his balls and shot out of his dick, an earthquake rocked his entire core. He thundered in ecstasy as tremors uncontrollably took over his body. He rode it to what he thought was a finale, but a second, then a third aftershock quickly followed. There was a loud cry out of Andy at the same time. Chris glanced over at Manetti as his body shook. Manetti had just seduced the boy's hole with his hand, popping Andy’s fisting cherry. As he rested inside the kid, letting him get used to what a fist felt like, he said to Chris, "It's a body orgasm. It’s natural." In his old calming voice, he explained to him, "It’s your whole body orgasming not just your balls nutting. Ride it. Enjoy it." Chris spasmed several more times, calming down after a few more seismic quivers. "Oh, shit," Chris said getting up on his elbows looking at Brunswick. "What the fuck did you just do to me," Chris rasped. He sat up on the edge of the bed and, not being able to control himself, pressed his face against Brunswick and stuck his tongue down his idol's throat. He squeezed Brunswick’s cock, which was engorged and dripping. The man eyes were clouded with drink. He threw Chris on his back and stuck him like a pig. Chris squealed in contentment, letting him rut to his heart's satisfaction. He cast an eye over at Manetti, who was still holding silently inside Andy, but saw Manetti inching his cock ever closer to Andy's furry hole. Chris let Brunswick rock away inside him but gradually swung them both away from Manetti and Andy. He wanted all of Brunswick attention, and undulated madly under the man, distracting him with the seductiveness only his hole could provide. He rubbed the man's chest, running sensual fingers over his nipples, rising up to touch his mouth. He felt the bed give and saw Manetti pick Andy up off the bed. Manetti had swapped hand for dick, his mouth clamped onto Andy's mouth, rocking the kid in the air, pounding mercilessly into the boy like a sack of heavy grain. Andy fully surrender to Manetti, wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, and let him fuck him relentless standing by the door. Manetti’s butt clenched wildly. He was coming to a climax. Brunswick started to shift his head toward the standing pair, but Chris moved his head back and heaved himself forcefully on the man's cock. Brunswick still wanted to know what the noise by the door was. Chris took that moment to make him an offer, "Put your hand in me, Chuck, and jack off if you want." The actor refocused on Chris’ face, realizing this boy would let him do whatever he wanted it. Chris spied Manetti climaxing inside the boy, just as Brunswick slipped his entire hand inside Chris’s rectum and started whacking away. The perverseness of fisting and wanking inside an asshole got him to cum quickly. Only after he felt the final hard thrust of the actor’s fist inside him, then did he allow himself to beat off. It took no time at all; within second shot he shot his wad into Brunswick’s chin. A bead of semen clung to the famous mustache like white snot. Brunswick licked it off with a drunken smile. Brunswick slipped his hand and cock out of Chris, just as Manetti eased Andy softly back on the bed. Brunswick was none the wiser to what had just happened to Andy. Chris let the drunk man roll off him, away from Andy and Manetti, and just laid on his back squinting at the ceiling. "Fuck, baby, you are a real whore, aren’t you?" Brunswick said, closing his eyes. He reached over and pinched one of Chris' fat baby nipples. He licked his mustache once more and relaxed in post coital bliss. Chris brought his spread legs around and turned on his side to attend to Andy. Manetti had got what he wanted but just left the kid laying there in a state of shock. Andy looked dazed, staring at Manetti biohazard tattoo, leaking his toxic cum onto the bed sheets. Chris talked to him quietly in his ear. It was okay. It felt good, didn't it? He then bent down and started sucking Andy's small stiff cock while the young man kept staring at Manetti's belly. Chris slipped a single finger in Andy's hole and started pushing in Manetti's drippings. Within only a few moments Andy's body began to rock to the rhythm of Chris' mouth. Chris used more fingers to swab the sheets gathering more cum, and pushed more of Manetti into the kid’s receptive hole. There was plenty of Manetti’s spooge covering the bed, and Chris used all of it to get his small hand back inside Andy. The moment Chris’ fist entered Andy, Andy's head fell back and he shot a fountain of salty white cum into Chris' mouth. Chris hungrily swallowed every drop. Like milk was the kid's fresh cum. Fresh but not so pure. Brunswick was snoring lightly as they gathered their towels and masks to leave. Manetti opened the nightstand drawer and found a large black dildo the same size as his cock. He bent down, gave it to the kid and spoke quietly in his ear. He could see the kid was wide awake and horned out of his mind. "We got another call to make. Practice on this for the next hour, then come find me and I’ll give you the real deal.” He stuck his tongue in the kid’s open mouth. “You got one of the finest pussies I’ve ever had the privilege to fuck,” he said, with the nastiest grin on his face. Andy beamed, and laid there greasing the dildo, while Brunswick turned to his side to sleep the rest of the night away. ***

Part 6 　 I awoke sometime later. I am sure a noise had woke me up. I listened and could hear more sounds. I started to get up, when it dawned on me that my new neighbor and owner of the duplex had the noises coming from his place, again. I leaned closer to the wall and could definitely hear the sounds of sex coming through the wall. The unmistakable sound of a cock pounding a hole, with moans of pleasure. There was no talking. Just moans of pleasure and panting and the sounds of a cock pounding the hell out of a hole. I could almost imagine my own cock pounding one of my girls. I noticed I was getting hard as hell listening to it. I soon had to get my cock out and started to jack it in time with the sloppy sounds coming through the wall. I could imagine fucking and wishing I was getting some. It had been way too long now. Then, there started to come sounds of talking, almost yelling. I heard, what had to be the one getting fucked saying, "OMG, give it to me. Pound me harder, faster. Fill me with your cum." The one doing the fucking was then saying, "Oh, yeah, getting so close now. Going to knock you up and give my my babies." That sounded weird to me but whatever. I found myself getting closer to cumming now also. Just as I was about to cum I heard to fucker yell, "Here it comes, take my 10" cock and my hot cum to knock you up forever." There was a loud grunting sound and I heard both of them saying, "I'm cumming hard." As they said that my own cock erupted all over my wall with one of the largest loads I had ever let loose. Then, I heard the one who had to have been the dancer saying, "WOW, I sure tore your ass up good that time. I can see traces of blood and cum running out of you. You will almost definitely be pregnant, now." What?

6. The Glass Compound You ride the waves and don’t ask where they go You swim like lions through the crest And bathe yourself in zebra flesh The ’78 Camaro loaded with a 350-cubic inch V8, fender vents, dual exhaust and a full spoiler out back, roared down the LIE toward Manhattan. Chris’ brain was slowly descending down to earth, back into his body. He had no idea where it’d been, all he knew is it hadn’t been in his head for a long time. Nothing seemed real. Manetti didn't seem real. The powerful purr of the black muscle car didn't seem real. He looked over at Manetti sitting there all smug, all teeth. Manetti glanced sideways at him every now and then. Suddenly, without warning, rage overtook him and he flew into a fury, walloping Manetti on his arm, ribs, thigh—anywhere he could land a punch. “Ow!” Manetti laughed, his forearm up to block most of Chris’ jabs. “It’s not,” Chris landed hard, deliberate strikes against Manetti’s shoulder, “funny!” “Stop. Seriously." Manetti carved the road like he owned it, quickly jetting into the left lane with one hand on the wheel, zooming around a tan Buick, then swerving hard right back into his lane. "You’re going to get us killed.” “I thought you were dead, you shit pig fuck-face. Hate you!” Chris punched his arm. “Ow!” Chris' blows barely registered on Manetti's sculpted frame, but since it made Chris blow off steam he played up the injured act. “Seriously. Stop. Tell me, would you have gone with some escaped cons to do a job if I asked you? No, you would not. Your dumb ass had to be tricked.” Chris crossed his arms and said nothing. Manetti glanced sideways at him again. “Anyway, it was Master Drax’s idea, not mine.” He outstretched his hand and ran it down Chris' arm. Chris angrily brushed him off. Manetti eyed the gym bag; eyed Chris. “So—how much?” Chris turned, shouting, “They were going to kill me!” He turned back again, eyes front, clamming up. “Nah,” Manetti said with only a shade of doubt. “Yes they were. This close, pig fuck.” Chris was stone faced. Manetti let Chris’ accusation roll around in his mind. He, too, went silent for a while, but kept checking the bag Chris held so tightly. “Seriously,” he eventually said, “how much? Hundred K? That's what Drax thought.” Chris stared straight ahead. Manetti eyed him with raised eyebrows, impressed. “One fifty?” “Polanski almost strangled me to death!” Chris spewed, eyes still locked forward. Light was just starting to glow in the rear view mirror. Manetti rocketed the car up to ninety. They sat next to each other in the Camaro’s bucket seats, the gearshift separating them, yet they’d never been farther apart. Chris started shaking. The harder he tried to stop the more he shook. He was coming down from the meth and the adrenaline. He was also hallucinating badly. Unintelligible symbols stood out on the sides of building, on traffic signs, and on the billboards they passed. Egyptian symbols from an eighth grade text book spun out ankhs and sunrays from his fevered brain, falcons and crocodiles, snakes eating their tails, stone etched waves of water. It was more pronounced if he closed his eyes, so he gave into the visions and the tremors. Finally, breaking the silence as much to distract himself from what he was seeing as to confess to Manetti the terror of his last twelve hours, he said, “I shot a man.” “Who hasn’t,” returned Manetti much too quickly. Defensively. It was his turn to turn into a sphinx, steely-eyed, staring straight ahead when Chris looked over. The city glistened in the distance. Chris broke into tears, then quickly grew angry at himself, wiped his face, but the sudden convulsion had a calming effect. Admitting what he’d done, even to the stoic Manetti, eased his fever a bit. He looked into the green light of the dashboard. Watch the red needle twitch at eighty. Out of the blue, he volunteered, "Two." Manetti, from his own mind’s dark place, recalled he’d asked the kid about the money. “Two hundred K, huh?” He whistled. The edges of Chris' lips curled with an undercurrent of unexpected pride. “Not two hundred,” he clarified softly. “Two million.” He knew he wasn’t imagining this fact. He closed his eyes and saw the five rows times four columns times packets ten deep. It was two million dollars he pressed into his lap. Manetti inspected him and judged he wasn't joking. He pulled the Camaro to the side and skidded to a stop. Snatching up the bag, he unzipped it. Under damp t-shirts and jeans he found packet after packet of hundred dollar bills crammed inside. “Fuck. Dude.” He looked at Chris with his jaw open. It was the first time Chris had seen Manetti speechless. The man scanned the sparkling city ahead, looked back in the bag, and then back at Chris. He weighed the likelihood that the crooks had planned to kill the kid, thought about Drax’s involvement, his own complicity. The Camaro’s engine revved, then it tore out, making a U across the traffic island downing some orange cones, and sped away from Manhattan into the rising sun, roaring east along the LIE. *** The 6:45 ferry from Sayville sputtered across the choppy bay. Small, wispy clouds shone pink and gold, while the ferry bobbed, rising and splashing over rough water. Manetti had done a line of coke back in the parking lot before they left the Camaro. He'd offered a line to Chris who looked at him like he had to be a moron. Now his fingers flutter on his kneecap, deep in thought behind his shades. Chris, with both arms wrapped around his gym bag, and Manetti sitting next to him staring off into the distance, were the only passengers sitting on the ferry’s upper deck. When they boarded, they made a strange pair to the crew. A kid in a red track suit much too large for him, the other, a decked out brawny leatherman in jeans, shirtless vest, boots, leather cap, and mirrored sunglasses. Since the boat was heading for the gay mecca known as The Pines, Manetti was hardly an unusual sight, but the kid dressed like a ghetto rapper, now that was something the teenage crew took notice of. All that was missing was big gold chains and a sideways cap. Vanilla Ice in the house, yo, one of them joked in the wheelhouse. A noisy flock of seagulls escorted them across the water. The landing was fast approaching. The store, the motel, the disco became distinct entities as the boat cruised into the harbor. Manetti scrutinized each boat they passed, his mind brewing with plans. A sea plane was getting ready to fly out, having disembarked two passengers who were making their way down the landing. Chris thought he recognized the bigger of the two men—the distinctive mustache, the deep dimples in the handsome face framed by curly auburn hair. It had to be—it was!—the action star, Chuck Brunswick, from his favorite TV show, Stacks Lightning, devoutly watched when he lived at home. Wednesday nights, eight o’clock, every episode, including reruns. From age twelve when it first aired, he watched it for all the fast paced action, the exotic locales, Hawaii, New York, the Congo. By fourteen he became aware that almost every episode featured Chuck Brunswick without a shirt. By fifteen, the car chases lost his interest, as new interests emerged watching each episode alone in his bedroom on Ben’s old black and white TV, a Kleenex box next to him and the door securely locked. He’d been sleepy from the half hour crossing but now he was wide awake, excited. Here, within spitting distance, was a real TV star. And not just any TV star. He nudged Manetti and pointed. Manetti lowered his sunglasses and gave Chris a blank look, then went back to examining the boats. As the ferry passed, Chris made out the famous tuft of dark chestnut hair sticking out the man’s aqua polo shirt. He didn't know the other guy. They were wheeling black suitcases that both had lightning bolt decals on them. The teenage crew cut the engines to prevent unnecessary wake that would disturb the harbor’s yachts. As they neared the dock, all but the captain scuttled downstairs. They threw open the side door and tossed a line to one of the crew members that had jumped off. With the boat secured, they slid out a ramp. One of the teenagers pointed out the actor to his mates, as the celebrity and his companion rounded the corner of the thumping disco. Chris flew down the boats steep stairs, Manetti barely keeping up. "That's Chuck Brunswick up ahead," Chris said to Manetti on the ramp. Even though he was still miffed with Manetti, seeing someone so famous he couldn't hold in his excitement. "Who?" Manetti said. "He does that show Stacks Lightning,” Chris explain. Still Manetti was clueless. “Where he's a spy? Always chasing bad guys in cars and boats, and sleeping with lots of babes?" "Oh," Manetti said with distain. "An actor." Chris gave Manetti a sour look. They trailed the TV star and his companion for several blocks. The disco discharged a few revelers coming out bleary-eyed, squinting and shading their eyes to adjust to the morning light. Chris speaking about Chuck Brunswick was the first time in hours they’d spoken. Right after they left the outer borough, Manetti told Chris he'd made an executive decision. Drax could wait. He was enacting his own Plan B and that meant visiting an old friend in The Pines. Eyeing the tall, broad-shouldered actor ahead on the boardwalk, Chris ventured, "So everybody here’s queer?" Manetti confirmed with a nod. Chris contemplated that. The boardwalk was uneven and Manetti in boots was trying to take it slow and not trip. After several more blocks, seeing they were falling further and further behind the TV star, Chris groaned, “How much farther is your friend’s house?" Manetti told him it was at the end of the boardwalk. Chris frowned, and gave into Manetti slower pace. "Then how far is the beach," Chris asked. Manetti nodded at an approaching walkway. Chris peered down the path and saw shimmering waves. "If we’re not going to catch him, I want to walk on the beach," he said, turning down the walkway without waiting for Manetti. Manetti huffed. Boots in sand would be harder than the uneven boardwalk, but he followed the kid anyway. Specifically, he followed the green gym bag. On the beach Chris' mood brightened considerably. He was almost his old self. He’d pulled off his sneakers and socks, and wiggled his toes in the sand as he trotted next to the crashing waves. The sound of the sea, the salt spray, cold early morning sand—it was a reminder of home. It cleared his senses. He picked up a driftwood stick and drew a line in the sand in front of him, jumped over it, then flung the stick into the foam. The houses that lined the beach were grand. Rich in wood and glass, they were tributes to wealth—honestly made or otherwise. Large two story structures, all with decks and pools, all stacked alongside each other. One, he observed, had sliding windows who's four large glass panes folded right into the walls, leaving the living room’s fourth wall completely open. Another one had a pool whose beach front side was a giant window of glass. Two joggers in speedos, a blond and a curly red-head, passed him. They turned their heads back to get a look at the kid in the hip hop getup. They laughed when they saw it was a young white kid. To Chris they looked like models out of a magazine—flawless, tanned, manikin smooth, air-brushed generic. Manetti tromped behind trying to catch up. Once he did, he draped his arm across Chris' shoulder and told him to take it easy on him. Chris smiled to himself. "This is just like Long Beach," he said. "This is just like Long Beach?" Manetti questioned. "See." He stopped and turned to the ocean. "This beach is like facing south. Most everything on the west coast faces west, and on the east coast faces east. But here, the ocean faces south. In California, Long Beach is the only place that faces south, like here, see?" "Well, I did not know that," Manetti responded. Chris had lost the Prior Puss, and he had to admit, with the kid beaming like he was, he could do him right here out in the open. "Ya know,” Manetti said, “I'm from Long Beach, too. Long Beach, New York." "Well, I did not know that," Chris mimicked Manetti with his own words. They exchanged a smile, the first in a long, long time. Genuinely interested, he asked, "Where's your Long Beach?" They had started walking again. "It's about forty miles ‘at-a-way." Manetti pointed straight ahead. Chris wanted to know if they could walk there from here. "Only if you're Jesus," Manetti replied, and they laughed. A couple of waves crashed to shore as they padded through the sand. For a few minutes they were silent, just listening to the sea’s rhythm, a set of waves, a pause, then another set, on and on. Manetti cocked his head to one side, said with wistfully, "It's one of the first things Ben and I found we had in common. Long Beach." Manetti questioned why he volunteered that. Immediately he regretted it. Chris looked over at Manetti. Was he sad? Sad didn’t fit his image of him. He tried to read Manetti, but behind the mirrored sunglasses, staring down the beach, he was impenetrable. "Do you think he's all right?” Chris wondered aloud. “Ben is?” "Like I said, he's changed." It was Manetti's turn to clam up. They trooped through the sand. There weren't many more houses left before the town ended and turned to forest. “So what’s Plan B,” Chris asked. “Hmm.” Manetti took his time. “We’re dropping in on a regular of mine. His name’s Tobias Glass. Real rich. A real pig when you get him going. He was this child actor way before my time, now he has a Village cabaret act. Show tunes and shit. He’s gonna take one look at you and will want to eat you up. Don’t let ‘em unless I get a cut.” Chris laughed nervously. “He’s got connections. If anyone can find us a boat, he can. Then we’re off to the Caribbean or South America—Belize maybe. Your choice.” Chris listened to him. Then stopped dead in his tracks. “Wait. You want to leave the country with the two million? Without Ben? Screw over Master Drax? Are you out of your fuckin’ out mind! Master Drax will skin you alive! Me too, probably Ben just for being related to me. That’s your brilliant Plan B? Neg-a-tive,” he said, shaking his head. He turned around and started walking back to the ferry dock, when Manetti hooked him with two words. “Ben’s here.” Chris halted abruptly. “Where?” He glared at Manetti. “A couple possibilities.” He waited till Chris walked back to him. “I have other clients on the island. One of them had purchased time with Big Ben, as he’s called. That was a week back. If you let me do a little digging, Chief, give me some time, I think I can find him, then the three of us can sail right off the map.” He approached Chris, closing in the final pitch, “do you know what kind of life we’d have, baby?” He reached under Chris’ baggy shirt and pinched his tits. “A life on the run, is my guess. Brody and Polanski said Master Drax actually cut the skin off a guy named Jackson.” “Then Jackson was stupid. We’re not stupid.” Chris was standing his ground in the sand even with Manetti playing with his nipples. “C’mon, will you at least give me twenty-four hours, let me ask around for Ben, and a boat?” Manetti cozied up intimately right in Chris’ face. He drew his hands down around Chris’ bubble butt, stroking it lovingly, pushing Chris’ crotch into his own. He felt Chris stir. Chris pushed his hands away and resumed their trek with a bit of a stiffy swinging in his jogging suit. “Twenty-four hours—but you have to find Ben. And I’m not letting go of my bag.” Manetti saddled up next to Chris, draping his arm over his shoulder, pulling the kid up under his hairy armpit, assured his scent carried its own persuasion. They walked in step but Chris became increasingly conflicted. “So if you find Ben, then what? That’s going to be a whole other can of worms. You, me, Ben.” “Are you shittin’ me?” Manetti erupted skyward in a wail of laughter. “Do you have any idea of the fucked up groups Ben and I have been in—on and off camera? Ask me about us and my step dad at that skanky Jersey motel shoot. Better yet, don’t. Talk about awkward—but even that turned out interesting once Drax got the cameraman naked. Family on family make up half the porn industry.” Manetti pointed to the last staircase on the beach before the town turned to forest. They veered toward it. At the top of the stairs, a large wooden fence extended from the beach back to the main boardwalk. Halfway along the fence they came across an archway with a large weathered door. "This is Glass' compound. He won't be up for hours, but I know where he keeps a spare." He reached up inside one of the sconces and produced a key. He opened the door and they entered a courtyard that could have been in the middle of Japan. The garden was lush in greenery and rich in detail—a Buddha serenely rested on a mound of green moss; an area of white sand raked with wave-like patterns surrounding an upright rock; trickling water flowed out a bamboo branch splashing onto a bowl of black, smooth stones. They crossed a red lacquered bridge that extended over a pond filled with lily pads. The light through the overhanging branches played on the water, and beneath the covering large fish swam, their scales, luminous red and orange, sparked like underwater fire. Coy fish, Manetti told Chris. The pond was fed by a running stream that ran throughout the compound. If silence could make a sound it was this. They came to the compound’s courtyard. Manetti stopped Chris and pointed. A doe and her fawn stood at the forest’s edge, nibbling sprigs of grass they could reach through a broken slat in the wood fence. Chris couldn’t help himself and gasped just loud enough to prick up the doe’s ears, and the two disappeared into the dense forest. A swimming pool, outlined with grey slate, laid in the center of the compound. Four structures surrounded it. The main house, closest to the beach, wasn't very big, but beyond the plate glass and sliding windows, Chris saw it was minimally but opulently furnished. Sleek black couches were in the living room, and a white grand piano stood in a corner with a large dining room standing in the cool shadows. The remaining three independent structures were cabanas. Each with a large picture window. Each with their curtains drawn. The sound of someone lightly snoring came out of the cabana on the far side of the pool. In the cabana to their right, men murmured within. Two wheeled suitcases parked next to the door. Chris pulled excitedly on Manetti’s arm pointing to lightning bolt decals on the suitcases’ sides. Manetti shook him off and went into the last cabana. He came out motioning for Chris to come in. They went in and Chris immediately ran into his reflection in a tall full-length wooden mirror. Seeing himself in his baggy red track suit for the first time he thought no wonder he got strange looks. He dropped his shoes and flopped backward on the feathery bed. Though the room was warm and stuffy, he melted into the cool white comforter. Manetti opened a high window and a skylight to get a cross-breeze going. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, ran a hand through his hair. In the full-length mirror he looked at his own reflection. Maybe he’d wait for the kid to fall asleep and just run off with the money. That would be the simplest plan. What kept him here? The Prior brothers? Talk about not simple. He knew he was a mass of contradictory impulses, had known it for a long time, ever since he moved to New York, probably before if he let himself think about it. He refused to go there. He pushed off his jeans and underwear, and tossed off his cap. Down to just his skin and leather vest, he crawled over to Chris, who turned away from him, not mad but exhausted. Manetti scooched closer till he was spooning the boy. Chris didn't protest, even when Manetti pressed his erection into the butt of his track suit. Earth quickly was falling away as he fell deeper into the soft bed, deeper down the rabbit hole of this new life. He felt the buckle unfasten on his belt, and Manetti pulling down his pants. His butt exposed, he fell asleep dreaming he was on a train, then he became the train, specifically the train coupler, those metal clasps that, like hands, fold into one another to secure train cars together. Somewhere in the world he felt Manetti couple into him, acquire a hold, while he allowed the rod to enter, then gripped it from slipping out of his ass. Who held whom? Manetti lifted off Chris' top and pulled his skin into him. Pelt on hairless boy, hairless boy melting into a bed of fur. Manetti entering him deeper made him moan in his sleep. His ass was still tender, he protested semi-conscious but didn't reject. Manetti went deeper still. Chris gasped louder, struggling to overcome the pain he still felt from the recent abuse. Manetti's ridged pole did not give nor forgive, it pushed in beyond the pain. Chris pushed back, impaling himself, deep, seizing on the pain to raise himself out of his hazy sleep, not ignoring the penetrating object but beginning to ride it, riding Manetti, forcing himself to feel the pain, want the pain, waking with the pain. Manetti obliged. He was good at his craft. He was the best rough trade in town, wearing nothing but his leather vest and a hard on, sticking it to the boy. He would teach Chris to be rough, hardened like him. He pushed the boy's pants off his ankles, pulled out of Chris’ hole, raised the boy’s leg and was back on top of Chris, penetrating him, before Chris even realized how he’d accomplished the feat. He looked into Chris' face, pushed his massive erection further now that he could lay his crotch directly over Chris' open cavern. The added inch made Chris lurch in pain from the spot where Brody had fisted him too deep. Manetti waited right on that torturous spot, neither retreating nor pushing him beyond it. He waited, making only the slightest of movements, an itch to scratch, waiting and watching Chris’ face turn from pain to desire. He brushed away a lock of blond hair that had caught in an eyelash. He kissed his mouth. Chris opened for him. Once Manetti saw lust in Chris’ open eyes he turned his attention to his bucking hole. He stayed in a holding pattern, enjoying the pleasuring of expanding Chris' hole with his growing shaft, feeling it surrender to him completely. The cabanas always had supplies of lube and poppers, among other pleasures, tucked away in the nightstands. Manetti reached in the drawer and withdrew some mentholated cream on his fingers. As he gently fucked Chris’ hole, sensually stimulated his opening with his massive bush, he added a finger, then two, to pull the boy’s hole wider. Chris objected, saying it hurt, but with the mentholated cream soothing his tender canal. Manetti convinced the boy with few words that this is what he wanted. With four fingers lathered he pulled his dripping cock out and replaced it with his large palm. He took all the time necessary for Chris to accept his hand, pulling out a bit when he reach his second knuckles. He could sense Chris wanting him to push in again. He did, sliding four fingers up to the third knuckle, then held there, looking for Chris’ eyes to say yes. He knew the boy was deciding and he’d abide by his decision. He felt the clenched muscles in Chris’ ass relax and he went in an inch more, up to the web of his thumb. He chanced a half rotation, another test to see where Chris’ mind and body were. After a second, he felt he boy bear down on his hand, a signal of his willingness to surrender his hole. Manetti removed his hand as Chris moaned his disappointment. “Take one of the poppers, boy. That tall one.” Chris obeyed. It was one of Manetti’s favorite English poppers, much stronger than its American counterpart. He greased his whole hand with the mentholated cream to overcome the fear Manetti believed the convicts instilled. He pushed a wad of grease into the boy’s crack and smeared it around with three fingers, then pushed those three fingers back into his chute. They slid in easily. Manetti added a fourth and told Chris to take a hit. He waited till Chris recapped the bottle, then slid his thumb in, told Chris to look at him. Chris was trying to focus his gaze on Manetti, and Manetti saw the moment the poppers kicked in. Chris hole grew relaxed and wide as lust for Manetti pushed his hand over Manetti’s palm. In one constant movement the boy mounted Manetti’s whole hand and slid his entrails over the ridges down to the man’s hairy wrists. He felt each strand of hair slide through his loosened sphincter. Manetti slowly twisted his wrist tickling the cunt he was giving the boy. Knuckles ground against sensitive walls, the wrist’s black fur slithered over the exposed sphincter nerve endings, silent fingertips touched blind boundaries that yielded, surrendering Chris’ resistance to Manetti’s will. Manetti fisted Chris’ mind even more than his body. Chris’ synapses were firing and he was helpless to resist Manetti’s mastery. The sensations painful and inviting. The cold-hot feeling in his loins made his body undulated onto Manetti’s hand, like a snake swallowing a mouse. Manetti’s hand went further into his hole, further than it had ever been. “Take three more hits, boy,” instructed Manetti. Chris again obeyed. Manetti applied more salve over his wrist and this time over his forearm while Chris huffed and replaced the cap. His eyes were glued on Manetti. Manetti watched as a lewdness sweep across the boy, not just his face but over his whole body, his mouth open just as his hole was opening. Of his own volition he crawled down further onto Manetti’s wrist and the boy began the journey of the man’s hirsute forearm. Manetti flexed his wrist twisting in exploration of where his hand was in the boy’s body, and where it should go next. He straightened his hand and slowly pulled the boy’s colon away from its mooring so that the passage extended along the length of his forearm. It was a long process, he knew, that would change the boy forever. Chris traveled halfway down Manetti’s forearm before he realized how deep Manetti was inside him. A world of pleasure exploded in his core, physically and mentally, when he looked in the full-length mirror and saw how much of Manetti’s forearm he’d taken. And still he slid ever deeper on the proffered arm. He inched serpentine-like, feeling the ancient original sin drawing him on, driving him deeper into it, not able to get enough of the pleasure Manetti was offering. He saw Manetti had no boundaries either and wouldn’t stop until Chris satisfied the powerful lust he had for him. Yes, it meant physically Chris wanted the fucker’s whole arm up him, but the revelation, rational or not, was that he wanted to make his body an offering to the man. “I want,” Chris moaned as he agonized over ever scintilla he could take of Manetti, “all of you.” But he was fighting a two stage battle: for every millimeter he took in of Manetti’s hand, he also had to accommodate the ever-widening girth of forearm. Manetti thick, muscular arm was as much of a challenge as taking his hand ever-deeper. This is when Manetti took over. “Take another hit, baby. Relax. Lay down. Daddy’s gonna drive.” While Chris prepared himself with a deep inhalation, Manetti’s other hand played with Chris’ cock. His greasy hand toyed with the boy’s balls and ran numbing fingers over the boy’s nub. The cooling sensation wasn’t lost on the boy. His groin joined the sensation of coolness his whole ass was feeling inside as well. Far from numb, his body was on fire and able to take more intense sensation, a deeper fisting, than when the convict were pummeling him. Now between the poppers and the looseness of his body, as well as the loosening of his morals and inhibitions, he began writhing in pure sensuality when he felt Manetti curling his fingers inside him balling into a fist. “Yeah. Fuck yeah. Fist my hole, daddy,” Chris hoarsely cried. Manetti’s balled fists slowly pulled out to the edge of Chris’ sphincter, giving it such a beautiful stretch, he could see his black wrist hair through the translucent taut pink skin of Chris’ ass lips. Chris’ gulped in air as Manetti encouraged him to take it, take it. He could see Chris’ couldn’t sustain such rapid breathing nor such an intense stretch. Manetti pushed back inside to the depth where he started. It was nautical miles of sensations traveled in two second through Chris’ hole. All the nerves stroked went straight to his brain—hole to brain skipping the rest of his body. The boy’s synapses could hardly keep up. Desire and sensation manifest in deranged calls to fuck my hole, daddy, open my pussy, give me a sloppy cunt, with Manetti responding, encouraging, validating everything Chris was saying. “You like daddy giving you a cunt.” “Yes, daddy, open my hole.” “You want daddy to fuck you like this.” Agreement. More aggression. The fist came out and immediately pushed back to try to get in. It took a moment, but both of them wanted it, so it slid right in. Making the initial break and re-entry, triggered something in both of them. They wanted more just like that. Obscene wet farts emitted from Chris’ ass. Each fart increase the capacity to take Manetti’s fist deeper into him. They were in a cycle of passion—Chris wanting to give, Manetti wanting to take. Chris could see, and Manetti approved, that after several punches, Chris’ hole blossomed into a small rosebud. Manetti encouraged it, tended to this new flower, inserted a single finger to wiggle around in it, excite the bloom to display more itself. “Look in the mirror,” Manetti said, pulling Chris’ ass lips apart, showing the boy what his opened hole looked like. “Push,” he ordered and Chris bore down, and a small mushroom sprouted from his hole. At the center, the beginning of his red inner flesh peeked through. Manetti resumed methodically fisting his hole. For the next hour he put Chris through practiced paces, training him to think about nothing but being a hole. After crouching then kneeling off the bed, Manetti grew restless. Slowly he adjusted his position and slid up next to Chris parallel to his body, his head next to Chris’ open hole. The position also afforded Chris the ability to pleasure Manetti’s stiffened member sticking up right in front of him. With intense gratitude triggered by Manetti manipulating his hole, Chris sucked Manetti with an urgency of the famished. His throat opened and the whole shaft went down till his face was smothered in thick, black bush. And now Manetti, lying next to the boy, with less force but deeper penetration, could maneuver his hand easily, pushing Chris to his limits. Chris handed him the opened popper bottle to share. After his first hit, the man felt the intensity of his lust boil over, let the chemicals overtake him and felt deeper inside the kid’s colon. He traced the boy’s resisting internal muscles, teased them relentlessly with his middle finger until they submitted and he won another quarter each of Chris’ body. Methodically, while Chris nursed his cock, he gained more territory that almost took Chris to the crook of his arm. Chris ran his hand over Manetti’s arm to feel how far his forearm with inside. He felt how close he was to the man’s elbow. Carnal thoughts about Manetti raged inside. He lifted his leg like a submissive dog so Manetti had easier access, to take as much of him as he wanted. At the same time he lifted Manetti’ leg and went in search of the man’s nougaty center. It didn’t take him long to find Manetti’s spongy hole. Licking it only made it expand. The sixty-nining of pleasure drove them both to experiment. With Chris’ leg in the air Manetti felt free to pull apart the kid’s pussy, grab hold of his leg and pull out and push back in. It made Chris crazy. Chris reciprocated by finding the nightstand lube and applying it to Manetti sprouting rectum. With a slippery hand he pressed into Manetti who readily gave way. His hand easily slipped into the man, and for the first time he felt what a real sloppy hole felt like. His hand balled into a fist as soon as he entered. He was spelunking deep inside a cavern that seemed endless. There was no resistance as he passed his wrist deep into what felt like a second opening. Manetti bore down on the kid’s fist and the kid’s forearm easily slid deep into Manetti’s hairy hole. As much as he thrilled at what Manetti was doing inside him, it was compounded by how he got off watching the hairs around Manetti’s hole slide in and out with each pump he produced. They glided into each other with gratifying moans each time they crossed a new boundary. With bodies pressed against one another, their free hands ran across skin, stroking cocks, squeezing balls, running a big hand over smooth skin, running a small hand over muscled fur. They couldn’t get enough of each other. When Chris passed his elbow through Manetti’s hole, the man cried out and told Chris to pull back. Chris stopped, followed through with how Manetti had been treating him, slowly rolled his fingers across the sealed chamber that then opened like a camera lens and he passed his small hand through. Manetti eased out of Chris and fell on his back. He put one leg over Chris’ torso so the boy was at an advantaged angle to penetrate him further. Chris rolled the poppers to him. Manetti wiped the grease off the bottle cap, unscrewed it and inhaled deeply. Chris knew by now how easy it was to finger a resisting wall, feel for the blood pumping through the thin, retreating membranes, and allow Manetti to internally guide him where his hand should travel. Working together, Chris found the small opening each hit of poppers revealed. He followed the opening that unveiled new chambers his hand could conquer. When he was up to his bicep, Manetti was twitching in ecstasy to the point where he couldn’t take it. He signal for Chris to withdraw. Chris didn’t move but left his hand exactly where it was. Manetti pleaded for him to back off, but Chris laid there tranquilly. Manetti found he was starting to rut on Chris’ small arm, fighting within himself whether he want more or wanted release. In a fog, the man lifted his head to find Chris smiling ear to ear. “You little fucker,” he said to Chris, and started the long journey of extracting the kid’s arm from his body. Chris helped him to withdraw but not completely. After a number of inches of relief, Chris would go back into Manetti’s colon, which Manetti was not completely opposed to. But it soon it became a matter of will as opposed to sensation, and Manetti refused the kid’s domination. Manetti crab walked back the last of Chris’ forearm ordering him to let him go. Like a lizard losing its tail, Manetti shot off the last foot of Chris’ arm. His cock dripped with pre-cum, and where he’d dragged his ass over the sheets, there was a trail of brown mucus. “You little fuck. Get over here. Lick that up,” he said grabbing Chris’ neck, pushing him into the slime. “Lick it up, I said.” Chris did. Much too eagerly. Manetti struggled to regain dominance after surrendering his hole so completely. He flipped the kid on his back. Chris’ chest and crotch were coated in the brown sludge. From the skylight the sun shown on the kid’s stained face. He glistened in contented degraded radiance. Manetti slapped the smile off his face, pulled up his legs and stuck his cock all the way to the root in one surge. Chris grunted, but was so opened, he welcomed him inside. Manetti soon found a rhythm that included slapping the kid's ass. He soon found his breath accelerating. Chris was beneath him taking in all the pleasure of his pounded flesh. He reached up and twisted Manetti tits, which made Manetti hammer him faster and harder. The boy wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, bucked up his ass with equal fervor. As the pulse of their fucking increased, their fierce pace drawing to an inevitability, Chris took one of Manetti’s hands curled on the side of his head and placed it on his neck. He took Manetti's other hand and placed that too on his neck. Manetti recognized what the boy was asking for. Like the rough trade he’d been trained to be, he obliged. He started squeezing his neck as Chris stroked his dick with increasing desperation. Manetti was good rough trade, fuck no, he was great rough trade! He was all powerful, in control, scum fuck bad ass rough trade. He was back in the saddle, enjoying how he was abusing his bottom boy. He watched Chris' face turn bright red, watched his eyes bulge, watched him struggle silently beneath his crushing hands. Chris’ hands clasped around Manetti’s wrist, feeling the strength, their girth, the hair. When Manetti erupted inside Chris, Chris exploded over him even harder. Beneath his easing hands, the unconscious kid flopped a few time like a landed fish. The little fuck even had a smile on his face while he rasped in a daze. Manetti’s pubes rested between Chris’ hairless cheeks. As he laid on top of him, his dick draining the remains of his wad, he felt small internal clutching like he was being milked by the boy. That, too, quieted after a few moments. As his breathing returned to normal, he examined this blond hair kid’s young face beneath him. He pushed back some of his matted hair caked with shit juice. What exactly did he think he could teach this street urchin, this abused stray puppy about being hardened, about being rough? Jesus fuck, whatever the men in his family had done to him was already hard-wired in his brain. It was buried so shallow under the surface, only a scratch revealed it. Passed out, Chris’ legs slid down Manetti’s thighs and Manetti rolled off him, still hard, his chest covered in the kid’s spooge. On his back, mindlessly he traced a finger through a string of the kid’s white sperm. He tasted its warm saltiness. He followed passing clouds in the skylight, heard Chris breathing beside him. He could see both Prior brothers were fucked up, out of control, but in opposite ways. Well, he was a fuck up too, wasn’t he? Sure, he’d promised he would find Ben. He knew he could. But would bringing them together defuse Ben or detonate Chris? Or maybe it’d be the other way around. Either way he’d be in the cross-hairs, suffer the collateral damage. It was stupid to care about either of these stupid brothers. It was stupid for a hustler to even care at all. He got up to take a shower, and spied the gym bag on the nightstand. The smartest thing to do would be to swipe the kid’s bag while he was still out and roar off in his Camaro. He looked at the mess sprawled on the bed, this sprawled out filthy mess of a kid. Looking at himself in the mirror, he ran a hand through his mane. Yeah, he’d swipe the money. That was the smart move. Uncomplicate things. Make a clean break. Yeah, he convinced himself, right after a shower.

Now that's fucking hot! I'd love an experience like that!

Quite often happens at SOP at Central Station in London. The piss pool is good to get multiple streams: I recall getting piss fucked by a hot bear with a PA while three guys soaked us.

I met my boyfriend when I was on my knees being used as a toilet/urinal. I was in a pub toilet on piss night and had my piss gag in. I took fuck loads. An old guy was spunking in my face when my boyfriend walked in and saw me in full pig mode. It was twisted love at first sight. Lol

Sure. On both sides, covered and covering. I belong to the Chicago Water Buddies. Any permutation of watersports and bb sex can happen there. I particularly love eating a well fucked ass--and often a ring of guys will stand around and piss down the ass crack of the man I'm eating out. Piss is flying from every direction. I drink most of it down--and poke some into the ass I'm about to fuck!

multiple times! I love attending Wet n Hot in Palm Springs. At least once every trip I end up in the middle of a circle being pissed on. Usually ends with me sucking them all off or being spit roasted...

Agreed, except I do enjoy being in a sling in a room with a drain on the floor, so besides pissing on me, they can piss down my throat and up my ass. I like seeing how full of their piss I can get. I like to watch my belly swell like I am pregnant from their fluids. I also get off if they spit on me and in my mouth. It is the ultimate feeling of being used my those dominant alpha males

"Now then," he said, his voice low with a grim amusement. "That's just the way to have an impatient boy ready to go." He took a breath, and then his rough finger rubbed between my ass cheeks with one smooth motion. I groaned. He laughed, and once again he moved from the bed and went to the drawer. I turned my head and saw him pull out a large brown jar. He moved back behind me and I heard him unscrew the lid. A moment later, his finger was once again touching my ass, and it was slick with a thick, wet, viscous liquid. "My own recipe," he said. "For bad impatient boys." I groaned again, and he began to rub globs of the stuff up and down between my ass cheeks, his fingers teasing my pucker and smearing the stuff liberally. When his other hand joined - his palm wet with the stuff - and gripped my cock from beneath me, I didn't so much groan as cry out. "Oh yeah," he laughed. "Boy is impatient all right." His finger began to probe my pucker, pushing in just a little at first, but with each successive movement, going just a little further. My skin felt warm where the thick lubricant was slathered, and his hand on my dick began a slow stroke. I whimpered. When he buried his finger to the furthest knuckle, he exhaled. "Okay," he said. Then he started to finger fuck me with three of his rough fingers, with hard, deep thrusts of his hand. At the same time, his grip on my dick with his other hand tightened, and he began to jerk me with hard strokes that made my whole body shake with desire. My skin where the thick liquid had touched it was warm and flushed, and inside my pucker there was a deep heat that was spreading through me with every jab of his fingers. He twisted and fingered me with obvious skill, and I was nearly hyperventilating against the gag. In a time that was incredibly brief and yet made all my body tighten and then release - I came. My load shot from my dick as he jerked me furiously, his fingers diving into my ass on the counter stroke. He milked my cock, tugging and pulling at me until every surge of my load had shot across the pillows and blanket. I whimpered into the gag, and he laughed, letting go of my cock and pulling his fingers out from my ass. "There we go," he said. "That should make the impatient boy happy, eh?" My head sagged between my shoulders, my hands bound to the headboard. I nodded - yes. His voice grew lower. "Now it's daddy's turn."

Sorry for the delay in posting this part, I posted it in the wrong section by mistake. ************************************************************************************ Johnson held the boy's legs back by gripping him behind his knees. The boy was making 'ooohh' and 'aahhhh' noises as Johnson screwed him like a pro. I leaned-in, and, grinning at the boy, gave him a nice wet sloppy kiss, simultaneously twisting one of his little nipples between my fingers. The boy returned my kiss eagerly and then gazed up at me adoringly as I slipped my cock into his eager little mouth. Anton grunted "Looks like the whore's in love." "Maybe, but in love with cock, more like it" I replied. "Fucking right" growled Johnson, his dick pummelling the boy's arse, "his pussy's massaging my dick really good" and then grabbing the boy's rock hard dick in his hand, Johnson ordered him "Cum for me, little boy, cum while I'm fucking you and Daddy will spunk in your pussy." The boy groaned and reached for his nips twisting them himself and groaning his eyes glazed but full of desire as he vocalised the pleasure his pussy was giving him. Johnson reared up spreading the boy's legs even wider and, remaining on his haunches, held the boy by his slim waist, using his strength to pull the boy hard down on his cock as he slammed his hips hard, screwing the boy with amazing strength and vigor for a man his age. The boy's body was being shaken like a rag doll and he was covered with sweat, but he carried on working his nips as Johnson fucked his hole and held onto his little white boy cock, the boy threw his head back and let out a high pitched 'eennnnnn!!' as his cock spurted his white teen boy cum over his abs "atta boy" Johnson grunted and fucked in harder literally roaring as his own cock fired his sperm deep inside the boy splattering his innards with another load of black daddy cum. Johnson lowered himself onto the boy kissing him as he ground his cock into the boys pussy as if to make sure his cum got in as deep as he could. When Johnson pulled out the boy just laid there on his back with his legs still spread his muscled chest heaving gently as he breathed, Johnson rubbed his jizz covered dick over the boys lips and face "looks like the boys partied out". The guys left and I went back into the bedroom, I put the boys pizza delivery baseball cap on his head sitting him up so he was leaning against the headboard, I got a piece of card and wrote on it 'for pizza call me' and the number of the pizza place he worked at, I then pushed his legs back and tied them in place so that his swollen boi pussy was on full show oozing spunk along with his little dick that I worked hard, a little slap brought him round enough to hold the card and smile for me as slid my cock into his cunt and took the picture that would definitely be getting his pizza boss a lot of business! I cleaned the tina boy up a bit and then let him sleep for a few hours before rousing him telling him it was probably time to go, he looked a bit disoriented at first and I went to pick up his clothes, when I came back into the bedroom he was on the bed with his legs pulled back staring at his swollen hole in the mirrored wardrobe doors, he looked at me "oh god what did you do to me?", I sat down on the bed next to him and putting my hand between his legs my finger lightly touching his ring smiled "just what you asked us to do son, fucked and spunked inside your bum", he glowed red and his eyes widened "us??!!", I pushed my finger into his wet sloppy pussy "yes 'us' boy, me and two buds of mine, you begged us to fuck and put our poz cum in you", he threw his head back shaking it but offered no resistance as I started to gently finger fuck his hole, "and you loved it son, you loved our big black daddy cocks in you little boi pussy corrupting it" he stifled a sob but he also groaned his nipples hardening on his chest, I lent down and started to chew lightly on one of them as I smiled watching his white boy cock stiffening between his legs, "that's right baby boy right now Daddys black poz babies are getting your slutty boi pussy pregnant". I could hear him sobbing quietly but again he did not move and his cock stayed hard between his legs, I continued chewing on his nipple mumouring what a good boy he was until I heard a little voice whisper "again to make sure please Daddy?", I looked at my grinning face and rock hard dick in the mirror "definitely son, that's a good fucking boy" The End

"fucking nice tight cunt" my mate Anton grinned as he plowed his fat cock in and out of the boys bum "where did you find him?", I smirked as the boy gagged a little on my dick "he's the fucking pizza delivery boy", Anton laughed grabbing the boys hips and gave him a few nice hard pumps, the boy slobbered and sucked I got a nice lump of tina handing it to Anton who pulled his dick out the boys arse and roughly pushed the bump deep into the ginger boys pussy "boy you is so going to get so fucked tonight" Anton growled. I pulled my cock out of the boys mouth and slapped him round the face with it, " on the bed boy" he scrambled off of his knees and onto the bed, "on your knees and spread your legs white boy" I rubbed my fat cock up and down his arse crack, his tweaked boi pussy lips were puckering as if to give my cock head a kiss as I lined my dick up and pushed "oh daddy" he groaned as my large mushroom head popped through his swollen arse lips and his cunt literally sucked my dick deep into him "oh yeah good boy" I whispered as I gently started to fuck him stretching and tugging his boihole out as my dick pushed in and out of his arse, Anton was by now on the bed grabbing the boy by his ginger hair and shoving his cock into the boys mouth. I enjoyed slow long dicking his arse as I listened to him groaning and slobbering on Anton's dick, gradually I started to fuck a bit harder, thrusting my cock deep into him as I held onto his bubble hard hard, "fuck man what a boy!" I turned my head to see another mate Johnson casually standing in the doorway, I ground my cock deep into the boys arse and winked at Johnson "pipes on the side", Johnson grinned "fuck yeah" as he started to strip, Anton was thrusting his dick in and out of the boys mouth as Johnson blew some clouds and stepped up beside me watching my cock fuck in and out of the ginger boys pussy, "Jesus man that's hot" as he pulled on his own big cock watching as my cock spasmed and jerked casually dumping the second load of the night deep into the boys arse. i stayed in the boy, fucking him enjoying the feeling of my load sloshing round my cock in his hole as Anton groaned and spunked in the boys mouth "that's it boy fucking swallow that load", i pulled my cock out of the boys hole and smirked at the dribble of my spunk that followed it, Johnson caught the cum that had dribbled out and rubbed it round the boys hole "fuck look at the boys hole leak daddy cum" i grinned "two loads of poz babymakers in his pussy", Johnson slipped two fingers into the boy making the boy groan "you want more dick and poz cum boy?" as he twisted his fingers in the boys hole making him squirm and cry out "yes Daddy fuck me oh please fuck me" Johnson laughed "happy to oblige you fucking whore" flipping the boy over onto his back and spreading his legs, the boys eyes were glazed over and full of lust as he watched the big black bulking form climb between his pale white spread legs, Johnson stroked his cock as Anton grabbed one of the boys legs and I the other lifting them and placing them over Johnsons wide shoulders, the boys eyes widened when he saw Johnson's massive black meat aiming for his boi pussy, Johnson spat on the boys face and slid into the sluts hole with one shove, the boy screamed 'oh fuck god!!" as Johnsons big dick filled him up "you'll never forget this night boy" he grunted as he started to dick the boy good and hard.

Total Top..... the only thing that goes in my ass is the toung of the pig eating my ass as i fuck another guy