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Chapter 5 – Coming To. Ray opens his eyes. The room is dark and is hard for him to focus on anything. The only light is coming from the tv. It’s playing porn still. Ray heard the video before he could focus on the video. The video is of some tweeked out twink being double teamed by a latino man and a black man. One at each hole. The man fucking the twink’ mouth is blowing clouds down on the bottom. This brings back the memories of how Ray got in the current situation. The memory of his brother smoking him out. The memory of sucking on his brother’s dick. The memory of smoking while he was rimmed. And finally, he remembered his brother penetrating his virgin hole. It took him a moment to fully recall the whole experience but It all came back to him. He felt so horny still. He became aware that he was jerking himself off while reminiscing on the earlier events. Still hard as a rock. He thought to himself, how long have I been passed out? That’s when Ray heard his brother from the other side of the room. W: oh look who finally came to. Ray heard another person snicker along with his brother. Someone else was with them now. Ray could not make anyone out in the darkness but he definitely heard a second voice. He found it hard to focus. Ray remembered that he was in a G hole and would need some time to come out of it. Damn his need for drugs and more drugs. Ray thought to himself that he should get up, grab his shit, and run out of there. As if reading his mind, Walt commanded his brother’s attention. W: Hey little bro. Want another hit? Without thinking, Ray nodded his head. His body betrayed his inner struggle to run away. W: hold up. Our guest has a special request. He wants to see how desperate you are for more tina straight boy. I’ve shown him a pic of your used hole. He wants to see it used in front of his own eyes. The thought of your desperation makes him hard. Ray gulped. What had he gotten himself into? He knew he should say fuck this shit and run but his brother had all the drugs. And he needed more. Always needed more. Walt came into the light of the tv with a new pipe with a huge bowl. It looked like double the size of the bowl he was used to using. It also had a thick stem. The quality of the pipe was definitely more than he was used to. Walt picked up a torch and ignited the flame. He bounced the flame on the bowl and melted the huge puddle inside. He released a huge cloud that filled the area exposed by the light of the tv. Walt handed the pipe down to his little brother. Ray lit up and exhaled the biggest hit he has taken so far the evening. He greedily took 3 more hits before he realized that his brother was shaking his dick in the air in front of him. Ray’s eyes looked up at his big brother, pleading with him to stop this humiliation. When the eye contact did nothing, Ray started to mumble out loud. R: please, Walt. Please brother, please don’t make me do this. Not again. I’m straight man. I have a girlfriend. W: yeah, I know you have a girlfriend. She comes around here trying to get at my dick for drugs too. Stupid bitch doesn’t get anywhere with me though. She doesn’t have the right equipment for my tastes. So she blows my friends for some smoke here and there. But from where I’m standing, you seem to be the better cock suckers anyways. And you have a tighter ass than she does. I mean, everyone has hit that at least once or twice. But you’re so new and tight, you put her to shame. Ray had a look of defeat on his face. W: oh come now, you have to have known she gives her mouth and holes up for drugs. Besides, you have no moral high ground to stand on. I mean, you sucked off your own brother. You took dick from your own brother. You got bread by your own brother, like a brand new cum whore junkie that you are. Just enjoy yourself and your new position. Ray knew what his brother wanted. He took in another hit and lunged forward engulfing the dick. White clouds escaped around the dick in his mouth. This made Walt and his guest start to chuckle again. W: See, I told you so. My brother, the little cock sucker.. Ray was lost in the giving the blowjob but he listened to the two men laughing. The voice sounded familiar but in his present condition, he could not making out who it was. Beside, it didn’t matter who it was. All that mattered was making his brother’s dick happy because that meant more drugs for him. He had to keep his mind on the drugs or he feared that he would go crazy given his current state. Walt pulled his now hard dick out of his brother’s mouth and slapped his face with the thick head. He let the trail of precum leak all over the boy’s face. He pulled his dick away and took a step backwards. This left Ray on his knees in front of the dimly lit area of the TV. Walt walked away for a brief moment and came back with a blindfold. He placed it on his little brother’s eyes and tied it really snug. W: you’ll leave this on. If you take it off or it falls off before I take it off, then you leave right then without any tina in your pockets. Keep the party going for me and my friend here and you’ll have something in your pocket later. Nod if you understand. He nods indicating that he understood. W: Good boy. Now my friend here is paying for your drugs right now. Come over here and make his dick feel appreciated. Good little straight boy tina slut. Ray was totally in the dark but walked on his hands and knees. He followed the sound of the other man’s laughing. He reached his pants. Ray reached up to the fly and unzipped him. He heard the man’s pants fall to the ground. Ray reached forward again, this time feeling the man’s dick tenting in his boxer briefs. He pulled the man’s dick out and jerked the growing dick. The man spoke in a hushed voice. Man: Lick my head. Make my head nice and wet bitch. Wet my 9 inches of meat. Ray did as he was told. He leaned forward and met the man’s boner. He licked the mushroom head like it was a lollipop. He was rewarded with some precum dripping from the piss slit. W: Good little whore. Here you go. You are starting to earn this. The pipe was pushed to Ray’s lips and Walt lit the bulb for him. W: I’ll light it. just take a moment and breath the tina in. No lazy hits today. I want to see you fucked up. I know you wanna get nice and fucked up. Walt twisted the pipe for his brother and Ray sucked in a huge cloud. He blew it out and immediately put his mouth back on the pipe. This second hit was faster and deeper. The third hit was well placed. He put his mouth on the dick in front of him and started making out with the dick. Smoke leaked out from the sides of his mouth. Without much prompting, Ray started full on blowing this stranger. He did as he was told to. Hands appeared on the back of his head pushing him further down on the throbbing dick. Ray gagged on the intruding meat in his throat. He backed off with spit leaking from his mouth to the mushroom head. Again the pipe was put to his mouth and the bowl lit for him. After two more good hits, Ray returned his mouth to the dick in front on him. Without warning, the man pushed his entire dick into Ray’s throat. He gagged a bit but hands were placed on the back of his head and Ray couldn’t get away. He was forced to swallow the entire length. Again the chuckles of his brother and than man could be heard echoing in the room. Man: That’s right, swallow my meat. You know just how I like it. Ray heard the words and froze. The man kept his rhythm and fucked Ray’s throat but Ray was still as could be. He knew he recognized that voice from the chuckling. The realization of who the man was made him start coughing. The man felt waves of pleasure with his dick in the whore’s throat as he coughed. It almost put him over the edge. Almost. The man pulled his phlegm covered dick out and smacked Ray’s cheeks with the access drool. Chapter 6 – Who’s the Homo Now? Man: Did little Ray just put one and two together? Walt walked away from the scene and to the nearest wall. He flicked the light switch on and the room became illuminated. At first this blinded Ray, as his eyes were used to the dim light of the TV. It took a moment, but his eyes adjusted and a look of horror came upon his face. There standing in front of Ray was his ex-best friend Zeek. Ray was in shock. How did he find himself in this situation. Naked, hard as can be, and sucking off his ex-bestie. Z: yeah buddy. I just love how well you suck my cock. Especially since I’m supposed to be the no good homo, right? Walt walked back to the two and feigned shock. W: Why, whatever do you mean by that Zeek? Z: Oh well, back when me and your brother were younger and just starting to smoke out, I let out a secret after one of our jerk off sessions. I told him that I was bisexual and liked guys sometimes. This freaked him the fuck out. He said I was hitting on him and only wanted to get at his dick. So he called me a dirty homo and kicked me to the side like yesterday’s left overs. W: oh damn. He did you dirty like that? Z: yeah, fucked up huh? Well, who’s laughing now? Who wants who’s dick now? All Ray could do is sit there in embarrassment. He had become lower than low. He wanted to get up and run away and never look back. But he looked over at his brother Walt, whom was waving the pipe as he reloaded it. This made him complacent and he remained in place. Zeek looked to his side and saw the pipe getting reloaded. He waved at Walt. Z: Plan C bro. W: Okay. I’m down Walt walked off to his dresser and came back with a baggie of powdered Tina. He handed it to Zeek. Zeek reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder and drizzled in on the head of his dick. He grabbed another pink and drizzled in on the length of his 9 inch dick. Z: oh come on now my little bitch. Come clean off my dick with your hot little mouth. Take it back in your throat in one go and we’ll start the pipe again. Ray went from frozen with fear to horny slut in the flash of second. He lunged forward and took the 9 inch monster into his throat like a seasoned whore. Once it was in, he started to gag but Zeek held him head in place. There was no escape from the situation. Ray’s mouth was filled with the awful chemical taste of raw Tina. But he loved the effect. He felt the headrush immediately. Before he knew it, a brown bottle of poppers were placed to his nostrils. Zeek held the bottle in place while Ray took a hit from each side of his nose. Zeek felt Ray hit the rush from the poppers and felt his throat relax. He took the opportunity to start to jackhammer Ray’s throat. Zeek’s balls were smacking Ray’s bottom lip. Z: yeah, I love this you dirty bitch. Zeek continued to assault Ray’s mouth for a few minutes. When he finally pulled his dick out, Walt immediately had the pipe up to Ray’s used mouth. Ray puffed out 3 good sized clouds. He tried to get back at Zeek’s dick but was slapped to the right cheek. The slap bounced in the room. Walt handed the pipe over to Zeek. He took a few hits himself before returning the pipe to Walt. Z: Hey Walt, help the chem whore to the bed. Put him on his back. Walt walked over to Ray and helped him to his feet. He walked Ray to the bed and had him sit on the edge. Zeek walked over and maneuvered Ray into the spread eagle position. Z: yeah, I like to see a good whore show off the hole before I strike. Hey Ray, play with your hole for me you Tina slut. Ray reached between his legs and started to finger himself. Walt bend down and spit on Ray’s hole to help him out with some lube. The spit helped revitalize the load that was already deposited into his ass before. Ray was pushing three fingers into himself. Walt approached Zeek with another baggie. This time, this baggie was filled with large shards. Zeek picked two out and handed the baggie back to Walt. Zeek approached the bottom as he assaulted his own hole with his fingers. Zeek grabbed the hand and pulled the fingers out. He placed the first shard into Ray’s hole and released his hand. Ray pushed the shard into himself. When he got all three fingers back in and started to feel the burn he tried to pull his fingers out. Zeek pushed on his hand so that the fingers remained in place. Z: Tell me when the heat stops. R: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Z: yeah, let me hear it baby. Ray had made a whimper to signal that the burning had stopped. Zeek read the scene and pulled the fingers out of the hole. he placed the second shard just inside the boy’s hole. He placed the tip of his dick at the entrance. Z: Shhh, shhh, shhh… Zeek slowly pushed the second shard into the quivering hole. He stopped for a moment when he had pushed half of his dick into the boy. He waited for the shard to dissolve. Once he felt the hole quiver again, he pushed the rest of his dick into Ray. He bottomed out and held steady with his balls against the bottom’s bottom. Zeek pulled Ray’s legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He then pulled almost entirely out, leaving only his mushroom head inside the warm hole. He slammed back into Ray with full force. Ray tried to yell but found he had all the air punched out of him. He tried to yell, scream, something, but could only make a moaning sound. Zeek kept power thrusting like that over and over and all that he could make out was the damn moaning sound. Ray knew that moaning sound. He was very familiar with that moaning sound. It was the same sound he would get his girlfriend to make when he fucked her. R: Oh gawd… what are you guys doing to me? Ray looked around to try to get his brother’s attention. Surely he would help him and stop the man from raping him. When he found his brother in his view, he noticed that he had his phone out and was recording the whole ordeal. Ray was filled with embarrassment. Not only was he getting fucked like a common whore, not only was he dripping precum by the bucket load, not only was he getting a revenge fucking from his ex-best friend, but his brother was recording it. To Ray this was the stuff of nightmares and he thought this is what hell must be like…that’s what he was thinking but as he thought that, his body was in ecstasy. He kept dwelling on the fact that he was being recorded. The thought made his dick throb. Then without any warning, right in the middle of a passionate thrusting, he let out a loud moan as he shot his thick load all over himself. Zeek looked down at this whore wetting himself from the fucking he was delivering. He started to laugh. His laughs were echoed by Walt’s own laughs. Z: Looks like the little Tina slut loves my dick enough to cream herself. Zeek scoops up some of Ray’s cum and puts it to his own mouth. Oh the amount of times he had jerked off thinking about the taste of this guy’s nut. Now that he tasted it, he felt a sense of relief. He scooped another finger’s worth and tasted it again. This sent him over the edge and he grabbed Ray by the hips. He delivered another warm load into the bowels of the Tina whore. Z: Well, you took my load so well. Who’s the homo now? Zeek and Walt laughed like they were dying of laughter. Zeek collected his clothes and got dressed. He turned to the two brothers. Z: I’ll hit you up later to see if you want another load. And Ray, the next time I see you, I want you to say “I’m a fucking homo and I need another load from my man.” That will be worth a bowl or two. Zeek turned around and headed for the door. Walt threw on a pair of boxers and walked Zeek out the bedroom door. All Ray could do was lay there on the bed on his back and continued playing with his now empty hole.

Chapter 1 – Free Ride Walt was waiting patiently for his younger brother to stop by. He knew the routine with Ray. Walt was pretty successful at his job but really made his money with his side hustle. He was a successful dealer of all sorts. A latino gay man in his late 20’s with an average frame. He stands at a height of 5’ 11”. At 19 years old, his younger brother Ray was naturally skinny in an athletic way. Standing 5’ 9”, he looked like a normal guy. No one would guess that Ray was successful at being a low life junkie that couch surfed where he could. Opposite ends of the using continuum from his brother. Walt was able to know his limits and when to call it a day. Ray used as much and as often as he could, always chasing that next high. This was the usual time of the month where Walt found that his brother would come by to make small talk and then ask for some pills or tina to help him out. Walt was just about sick of his brother using the “family card” to get free shit. This time he was going to have to earn his high. Walt was going to make his straight brother choose his self pride or chase the high to give up a hole or two. Walt hoped that his brother would have the dignity to say no to his proposition but he also knows that Tina has a big grip on his brother. Either way, Walt had saved up a weeks load in his balls incase his brother chose the drugs. Like clockwork, Ray showed up on the last Saturday of the month at 6pm on the dot. A ring of the doorbell let Walt know his guest was there. He opened the door and gave his younger brother a quick glance up and down. Ray walked in and gave his brother a hug. R: Hey bro, it’s good to see you again. I hope you don’t mind that I stopped by today. W: No problem man. I have the night free so I was just going to chill at home. Come sit down on the couch. Can I get you something to drink? R: Do you have a beer back there? W: No on the beer I’m afraid. I do have the next best thing though. Walt disappeared into the kitchen and emerged with 2 glasses of coke. W: Who needs beer when I have some G. Watch out though, this batch is killer strong. Ray took the drink and started to down it. The speed at which he drank let Walt know he was already feeling bad without anything in his system. R: Hey, do you think I could catch a quick shower. I’ve been walking around a lot today. W: Sure, go ahead. I’ll jump in myself after you. Ray got up off the couch and goes through his backpack. he picks out a pair of presumably clean underwear. He walked over to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and closed the door. Walt took the time to set the scene for his brother. He took out a pipe and torch and placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. He went over to one of his stash spots and pulled out some pills and a baggie of big shards. He left the pills on the table with his glass of coke and g. He knew his brother would see them right away. Walt packed his pipe and picked up the torch. He melted the shard and took a big hit. He took a few more hits leaving the pipe with one, maybe two good hits. He placed it down on the table. He blew out his cloud and hid the current baggie of Tina. He walked over to the bathroom. He opens the door just as his brother was coming out of the shower. They shared a room together when they lived at home so walking in on each other in various states of undress was normal for them. Ray put on a pair of boxers that he brought with him and walked out to the living room. Walt jumped in the shower. He kept thinking of his brothers round ass and started to chub up a bit. He changes the water to cold to calm himself own. W: All in good time. Chapter 2 – Getting despirate Ray walked out to the living room and sat down at the couch in his boxers. This was his brother’s pad so he felt comfortable enough. He had taken a quick shower so that the steam wouldn’t get him lightheaded when the G kicked in. He glances down at the coffee table and spots the random pills. He thought fuck-it! and threw the 2 mystery pills into his mouth. He picked up his brother’s glass with the spiked soda and downed that too. He picked up the pipe laid down before him and turned on the torch. He heated the bowl of the pipe until the white smoke started to accumulate. He took a huge rip and blew out a large cloud. R: There we go. Ray immediately torched the bowl again and took another big hit. He held onto it and then released. He looked at the empty bowl and though time for a refill. He laid back on the couch and waited for his brother. As he lay there sitting on the couch, the G was starting to kick in and relaxed his posture. He pulled out his phone and started watching some straight porn. He was so into the video that he didn’t hear his older brother reenter the room. Walt walked into the room in just a pair of his own boxers. And why not, it was his home after all. His brother was the one making himself at home without any fuss. Walt walked over and sat right next to his brother. Ray woke from his fixation and greeted his brother. They started laughing at the porn on the phone and making stupid comments about the overacting. Ray was really feeling like he was stuck in the couch. The G was strong after all. Walt noticed his brother in this state and reached down under the couch where he stashed his baggie of shards. W: looks like you overshot the mark with the G. Here, this should help balance you out. Walt packed the bowl, took his hit, and handed it to his brother. The brothers passed the pipe back and forth a bit until it was empty again. Walt knew his brother. He knew what level of high he was at and it was barely off the ground. Walt packed another bowl. Hitting it and passing to his broher, he said: W: Okay this is it man. That’s all I can smoke up. The rest I have to sell. Ray took his hit and started to worry. He took 2 more hits before passing it back to Walt. R: What if I paid for some more? W: How much cash do you have? R: No, I only have like 20. W: that ain’t going to get you much bro. Sorry but I have to put on my dealer hat on this. This is business. Even for family. Ray took the last hit off the pipe and held it in as long as he could. He released the cloud and stared at his brother defeated. R: What do you bargain with other guys? I’m pretty desperate. Come on bro, I’ll do anything. Walt felt the lightbulb go off in his head. Bingo Chapter 3 – I’ll Do Anything R: What would you have anyone else do to score some T? John Doe comes up to you and is in this predicament. What do you bargain with him? W: I don’t know that you are that desperate. I don’t know. Ray lowered his head in shame. R: I’ll suck on it. Walt saw his defeated brother and he licked his lips. W: What was that? R: I’ll suck you off if I can smoke more. I really need it. W: You want my cock? My cock for some more tina? Is that it? R: I guess. W: okay … I’ll bring the party if your gonna play. You’re gonna be my tina whore tonight? R: Yes. If I have to. Walt stands up and grabs the pipe and refills with a big shard. He lights it up and blows out a white cloud toward his brother. W: Well, first off, drop those boxers. I like my boys to be naked. And come over hear on your knees and show me you really mean it. Once I know you are serious, I’ll get you fucked up. Ray drops his underwear and walks over a few steps to his older brother’s front. He gets down on his knees and pulls the underwear off his brother. He gets an inch from the dick in front of him. R: I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know… W: I’ll bring the party if you bring the play. Now go on now, start things off. Ray opens up and takes the dickhead in mouth. Walt feels the warmth of a new recruit. He feels his dick starting to grow in his brother’s mouth. W: yeah, good boy. Yeah suck that growing dick. Walt’s dick started to get hard but stayed at half full. He hands the pipe down to his brother. W: Here you go, smoke up a bit. I want you to take two hits. On the third, get back to sucking me off. I wanna see clouds around my dick. The sound of the torch starting up fills the room. One hit, two hits, and number three. The mouth returns to Walt’s semi hard dick. Walk looks down as the smoke flows from the boy’s mouth around his dick. This is just what he needed to get to fully hard. The younger brother pulls away and torch hits the pipe again. Four more huge hits with more and more dick in his throat. Walt is now thrusting straight into Ray’s throat. Now, Walt had heard through the grapevine that his brother has sucked a dick for tina before but he was surprised he was able to deepthroat his thick 8 inches. He was fucking the throat and watching the smoke come out of the boy’s nose and corners of his mouth. Only the occasional cough and gag betrayed how new Ray was to sucking big dick. Walt picks the boy up and throws him toward the couch. Chapter 4 – Head Down Ass Up W: Get on your knees with your ass towards me. Ray obeyed and got on his knees. R: oh, hey. I don’t know about this. This might be a little too much. Walt just reloaded the pipe and handed it over to Ray. Not one to deny a loaded pipe, Ray withdrew his protests and bent over the couch and started to hit the pipe. He drew in a large hit and was about to release when he felt something wet press against his asshole. He moaned as the smoke escaped his mouth. Walt used his tongue to attack Ray’s twitching hole. He ate out that boy’s hole like it was his last meal. Walt pulled back a moment and looked at the glistening hole before him. He pushed two fingers into the straight boy hole as he took in another hit. Moans filled the air as Ray was finger fucked by two fingers. More spit and three fingers were now in the boy hole, stretching it open. The next big hit from the pipe allowed Walt to push in four fingers. The hole barely let them in but four fingers were in. This made the boy try to reach behind himself to pull the fingers out. Walt reached under the boy an found Ray’s dick hard as can be. W: I see that you found my pills. Thought you might. Fucking whore. Walt pulled his fingers out and pushed up against the boy’s ass. His cock rubbing against the line between the cheeks. Precum wet the ass crack as he thrusted against the boy. Ray began to panic when he felt his brother’s head at the entrance to his hole. His mind was screaming no but his quivering asshole was begging for something more than fingers. Ray wasn’t that stupid. He knew that to get fucked when high was an experience. A lot of guys love it. He just never thought it was something he would do. As if he knew what Ray was thinking, he thrust in and the tip pushed inside Ray. R: OMG, fuck that’s thick. W: that’s only my head. It’s not even at the thick part yet. Walt pulls out and reached under the couch again. This time he pulls out a bottle of laced lube. He quickly fingers some into his brother before he has time to change his mind. Walt places his dickhead at the entrance right as Ray starts complaining about the burning inside of him from the lube. Walt thrusts in and gets the head back in. He thrusts again and gets halfway inside of Ray. R: fuuuuuuuuuck W. I know. I know. It’s almost in there. A third thrust pushes him all the way in. Ray can feel his brothers balls against his ass crack. R: fuuuuuuuuck W: I’m gonna leave it there a moment so you can get used to it inside of you. Walt reaches around to his brother’s chest. He touches his nipples and squeezes them slightly. This sends jolts throughout Ray’s body causing him to push back against the dick. He didn’t think he could get more dick inside of him but it felt like an extra inch was pushed inside of him. Walt continued to play with Ray’s nipples and the boy began to pull away and push back into his brother’s dick. W: Yeah, that’s right. Fuck yourself on my dick. Milk my seed right out of me. Ray continued to fuck himself on his big brother’s dick. It did not take long for the huge load to be worked up and finally shot up into his younger brother. W: yeaaahhhhh. Walt pulled out of the whore he just filled with his sperm. Ray was still head down ass up on the couch. Walt walked away and came back with his phone. Ray couldn’t see it but he heard the camera sound coming from behind him. Walt was taking pictures of him bent over, showing off his cum filled ass. R: Hey, what the fuck are you doing? W: Just needed a picture to get my friend over here. R: Okay let me get dressed and I’ll head out. W: oh no, you’re not leaving. Get some rest. I’m treating you like any other whore that gets seeded for drugs. The homies want a taste too. R: I don’t know about this. I’m pretty high now. this was fun and all that but I don’t know about someone else seeing me like this. W: you fucking junkie whore. You never have enough. You’ll stay and you’ll like it. I told you I was going to bring the party. Don’t worry you have some time to rest. Walt walks back to the kitchen and come back with another glass of coke and G. W: here, this will calm you down some and help you rest for a bit. Ray takes the drink and gulps it down. This time the taste was more bitter than last time. W: Come follow me. He gets up and follows Walt into the bedroom. Once inside, Ray was guided to the edge of the bed with his untouched dick standing straight up against just under his belly button. Walt turns on the tv and connects it to his laptop. He starts playing porn and Ray starts jerking off without even thinking. Just a natural response to being so tweaked out. While Ray is busy with a video of two men double teaming a twink, and jerking off, Walt gets on his phone and sends out a few texts. He gets someone to answer back immediately. His friend loved the pic of the used hole. Walt tells him to head over. After a short while, the G starts to kick in and Ray sinks back into the bed. He lays back and blacks out.

Chapter 9 – Keeping the Party Going Ray was in one of the best places for a new pnp bottom to be in. He was high and super defeated. He had just been fucked by his now ex-girlfriend. He had been fucked by his ex-best friend. He had been fucked by his own older brother. Now he standing naked in front of his brother and brother’s friend Kev. He was high but he needed to get higher. He needed to get high enough to forget all about his girlfriend owning his ass. He walked over to Kev, reached out his hand and placed it on his chest. He felt the fine chest hair and traced the happy trail down to the top of his boxer shorts. Kev smiled at the defeated twink and placed his hands on the twink’s shoulders. With a little force downward, he guided the straight boy down to level with his growing dick. K: yeah boy, you know what to do. Make me feel good and we’ll take care of you all night long. Ray reached up and yanked Kev’s boxers right now. The dick swung open and nearly slapped Ray in the face. Ray stopped and took in the sight of the man in front of him. He had seen dicks of all shapes and sizes in the locker room before but this was the first time he had seen a white uncut dick before. The pretty white dick was at full mass at full 7 inch glory. The uncut skin hung over the head even while fully hard. Suddenly Ray was brought back to reality by the sounds of a torch lighting a thick pipe over his head. Kev was taking the first hit of a new bowl. He blew the smoke down on Ray as he woke from his daze. Kev handed the pipe down to Ray. The boy took his hit and blew the cloud onto the white dick as he surrounded it with his mouth. K: Again. This time choke on my big dick. I want it in your throat. Ray took his hit. He took his time engulfing the dick this time. He waited until the dick touched the back of his throat before exhaling. This pleased Kev as he started to rock his dick back and forth in the throat. Ray pulled off the dick and looked up. His brother was now side by side with Kev, dropping his boxers down to the floor. The next cloud was blown on his brother’s growing dick. W: yeah, that’s good. You’re getting better at that little bro. K: omg this is so hot knowing this is your brother that is our current cock slave. The two men talked like Ray wasn’t even there. W: no, he’s a tina slave. That’s more desperate than a cock slave. Watch this. Little brother, get on my bed with your ass in the air, now! Ray got up and leaped on the bed. He got head down ass up for his brother. W: See, complete obedience for more Tina. Kev pulled out a large shard and pushed in into the straight boy’s hole. Kev pulled his fingers out and pushed another shard up the hole. Walt got up and went to get some supplies. When he came back, Kev was pushing a third shard up the boy’s hole. Kev was able to push 3 fingers completely in and out of the boy’s hole as it was right then. Walt pulled up some silicone lube and lubed up his fingers. He pushed four fingers into the boys hole. There was some resistance but he searched around and found Ray’s prostate. He rubbed on that button until the four fingers were gliding in and out with ease, all the way to the knuckles. The man pulled out of the teen. Ray almost cried out because he felt so empty inside. Walt got up on the bed and laid down flat. W: come sit on my dick, you dirty Tina whore. Walt rubbed the silicone lube all over his dick and Ray came up and sat right down on it. The new lube was a godsend. Ray could slide up and down on the big brown dick like he was made to do it. Walt pulls Ray down and holds him down while he piston fucks the teen’s hole. Kev’s starts jerking off with the silicone lube all over his own dick. He gets on the bed and slides closer to the two fucking. He gets right behind the teen, watching his light brown cheeks bounce up and down on his friend’s dick. K: Hey Walt, what time is it? W: Oh I think it’s DP time. Don’t you think so, Ray? Ray starts to try to speak with Walt pulls his dick out just long enough for Kev to push a shard up the hole. Kev guides Walt’s dick back to the teen’s hole. The tina makes the hole quiver and weakened the grip. Like clockwork, Kev puts the head of his dick at the boy’s entrance and pushes forward. Ray starts to cry out stop! but Walt throws his hand over the teen’s mouth. Kev reaches around Ray and puts a bottle of poppers to his nose. Ray takes in two good huffs on both sides. His hole relaxes a bit. Just enough for the second dickhead to push completely into the hole. POP! Again Ray starts to cry out and again his mouth is covered. K: Just fucking let me in already. W: yeah, you know you’ll like it once it’s inside of you. Tears streak down Ray’s cheeks as the second dick pushes forward. The silicone lube helps out huge and both dicks are fully inside the teen in a matter of seconds. Ray tries to buck back and forth trying to pry one or both dicks out of his stretched hole but every movement just helps to push the dicks in him further. Walt lets go of his brother and Ray tries to twist and turn his way free but he is sandwiched between the two men. Eventually the two dicks start to rub Ray the right way and he starts fucking himself down on the intruders. Kev starts long dicking the boy until he feels his nut build up. He pushes forward down to the hilt and unloads his load in the teen. He pulls out and looks at the cum around Walt’s dick. Just dripping from the used hole. Walt turns the boy over and fucks him missionary style for a few minutes. He doesn’t last long feeling how loose and wet the hole it now. Walt slams into and seeds his brother’s hole with another load. The two men gave Ray a short break to rest up. After about 15 o 20 minutes, they were back to playing around. Moans and grunts were the only sounds coming from the bottom. He was super high and it was hard for him to think clearly on anything other than his hole. Walt kept fingering him with the four fingers as Kev went around to the boy’s front. Kev lit up the pipe, took his hit and gave Ray a big shotgun. He repeated the shotgun three more times. Then the two men stared at each other and both were in silent agreement. Kev took in a fat hit and blew the cloud into Rays lungs. At the same time, Walt worked in the four fingers with his thumb into the boy’s hole. As soon as the entire hand was passed the ring, Ray clenched down on it. More moans escaped from the boy’s mouth. He wiggled his ass like that would get the fist out of his stretched hole, but Walt stayed planted in place. Kev gave another shotgun. This time Walt reached under the boy and jerked his semi hard dick. With the fingers inside the ass, he played with the boy’s prostate while twirling his fingers about. The boy was now moaning and drooling – a complete mess of a boy. Another shotgun and he relaxed enough for the fist to come out. Walt and Kev trade places. Walt starts giving Ray shotguns, just feeding him cloud after cloud. Kev rubs the silicone lube on his fingers, getting them ready to invade. Just as he is about to push in, he throws in a shard into the gapping hole. He sprinkles some powder on his lubed hand and then pushes inside Ray. As Kev’s fingers begin touching Ray’s insides, the boy starts drooling again and begins to push back on the fingers. Kev has slightly bigger hands than Walt so it takes a big of pressure to get the entire fist inside the boy but it pops in nonetheless. All the tina inside the boy’s stretched hole is making Ray’s insides burn. He’s rocking back and forth, practically riding the man’s fist. Kev stretches his fingers inside the boy and more grunts escape the boy’s mouth. Walt pushes his dick in the drooling mess of a mouth Ray has. He fucks the front of the boy as Kev fists him from behind. Kev advances his fist further inside the boy. The boy’s stretched hole is around Kev’s wrist now. Kev pushes further slowly until the boy starts to whine like a scared animal. K: fucking bitch, take that fist.

I love to rim the top who bred me! I love to rim any top to be honest!

Disclaimer – Just letting you know ahead of time that this chapter involves a female joining in on the scene. I have tried to condense the scene to what I feel is essential for the story. I’m sorry if this offends you, please skip to my next chapter. Chapter 8 – What Really Matters Ray found his girlfriend at their pad. He busted out the drugs he had earned with his ass. When she asked him how he got the Tina, he was evasive and never quite gave her a real answer beside he got it thru his brother. They smoked out and fucked the rest of the day. They tried to ration out the eightball but by the middle of the week they were finished. They scraped and scrounged and got a dealer to trade some household items for some tina but they were completely out by Friday evening. Ray’s girlfriend brought up Ray’s brother as an option for more drugs. Ray said no, that his brother was asking too high a price. That he couldn’t get him to front him anything. She kept on him and on him and finally he broke down and said they would go over and try… even though he knew the answer would be no. And he kept to himself that the only yes he would get is if he whored himself out again. But he could never let her know that happened. Never. Ray messaged his brother and asked if he and his girlfriend could come over and chill. Walt knew exactly what was up. He said he had company but that they could roll by and “see whaT happens”. Ray and his girlfriend walk up to Walt’s door and ring the doorbell. Walt answers in a white tank top and grey sweatpants. He welcomes the two lovers inside and they walk to the living room. Waiting for them is a Caucasian man, also dressed in a white tank and grey sweatpants. They sit and make small talk. Walt introduces his friend Kev. W: would you all like some Gatorade, made with a heavy G. Okay cool, one for everyone. He turns to Ray and asks him to help him with the drinks. In the kitchen, Walt starts pouring Gatorade into 4 glasses. He takes out a jar of G and measures out some and deposits a shot in each drink. R: Hey bro, are we cool? We don’t need to dwell on my last time here right? We can just chill and go with the flow right? W: Oh course, it’s not like you guys are here to ask for drugs right? Ray goes pale in the face. Walt starts to chuckle. W: Don’t worry. I know why you guys are here. Why do you think I invited you back? Ray starts to panic a bit. W: Don’t worry. My friend out there wants to see some action. Here, this drink has double the amount of G. if you give it to your girlfriend, my friend will smoke you guys out but he wants to fuck her in front of you while you smoke. If you give her this drink, it will happen that way. If you don’t give it to her and take the bigger drink yourself, then I’ll pack one bowl and you guys will be on your way. It’s your decision, how fucked up do you want guys want to get? Walt hands Ray two of the drinks and grabs the other two. They return to the living room where the girlfriend and Kev are talking amongst themselves. Walt hands one of his drinks to Kev. Ray holds the two drinks in his hands and has to think things through. He has to decide if he wants to whore out his girlfriend for drugs and get pretty high or just a little high. He goes back and forth, back and forth, finally he decides and hands his girlfriend one of the drinks. Walt looks back at his brother with a sly look on his face, as if to say “party on”. They continue to make small talk here and there. All four of them seem to be relaxing a bit. They all seem to be getting warmer. Walt pulls out a prepacked pipe and lights it up. He hands it off to Ray’s girlfriend. After she takes her large hit, she passes it to Kev. Kev hits it big time and before passing it to Ray, he makes a comment to everyone. K: Wow, this stuff is pretty strong. It makes you sweat like right away and a lot. I don’t know about you guys but I wanna be able to walk out of here in a dry shirt. Kev pulls off his tank top revealing his great physique. He has a slightly hairy chest with nice happy trail. Ray takes his hit and looks over at his brother, whom is already taking his own tank off. His smooth brown chest is in contrast to Kev’s. Ray looks over at his girlfriend. GF: fuck it, we’re all friends here. Sorry guys, but I don’t like wearing bras. She pulls off her blouse revealing her tits to the men. Ray is taken back by this. Evidently the G is hitting her good. He feels like he made the right decision after all. He pulls off his shirt, showing off his smooth brown torso with just a slight happy trail of fuzz. Walt takes the shirts and hangs them up on the coat rack by the front door. The pipe goes around again and everyone gets another big hit. While Walt is refilling the pipe, he looks over at his younger brother whom is starting to sink into the couch. This makes Walt smile and ask- W: So brother, are we down to parTy with your girl? A relaxed Ray just smiles. R: yeah, we’re down. Let’s parTy and play alright. Walt and Kev get the biggest smile on their faces. They start to chuckle a bit and this alarms Ray slightly but he is too busy sinking into his seat to focus that much. They look over at his girlfriend who looks slightly pissed. GF: you fucking asshole. I can’t believe you. R: What’s going on here. Why am I feeling so good? W: While I was talking with you, Kev was talking with your girl. We told her about the choice you were going to make. Trying to sell her ass for your high. She didn’t believe us so she just sit by and watched you take the double Glass of Gatorade. R: WTF man. You set me up. K: Don’t worry man. I’ll still get you guys fucked up on my good shit. It makes everyone wanna get naked asap. I just wanna see a show. Hand him the pipe. He’s gonna need it. HAHA Walt packed a full pipe and hands it to the GF. W: Ladies first. The girlfriend proceeds to smoke half the bowl herself. She hands the bowl off to Kev and gets up. She follows Walt into the other room. Kev takes his hit and passes to Ray. Ray pushes himself up and grabs the pipe. K: Go ahead and pound it. Ray did not have to be told twice. He takes hit after hit after hit. He finishes off the bowl. Kev takes the pipe back and pulls out his stash. He takes a shard and fills the pipe. He hands the pipe to Ray. Ray goes back to taking his hits. Kev grabs a tray with a small sheet of glass on it. he drops some powdered Tina on it and uses a card to make some lines. He takes a rolled up bill and takes the first line. He offers to Ray. Ever the over indulger, Ray snorts two fat lines. He then proceeds to finish off the bowl. Ray is flying super high now and getting pretty sweaty. Kev suggests that he take off his pants so they don’t get sweaty. Without thinking, Ray drops trousers. Kev folds the pants neatly and places his own pants right next to other pants. This leaves the two guys in their boxers. K: Hey, they are going to be a while in the other room. Wanna get really fucked up for a moment before they come back? Wanna quick booty bump? Ray is feeling super good and cant wait to get higher. R: okay, but it has to be quick. I don’t want my girlfriend to see. K: okay then, make it quick. Ray walks around the couch and bends over it with his back to the hallway. He feels how great to have Kev’s hands on his ass. He pulls the boxers down to his knees. Kev spits on his finger and pushes the spit up Ray’s hole. He repeats two times to get the hole nice and wet. He takes a large shard and pushes it up the straight boy’s hole. Kev holds his fingers in place, letting the shard dissolve. Ray feels great and relaxes as he hangs over the top of the couch. He remembers that his boxers are down and he starts to reach down for them when he feels something at the entrance of his hole again. R: Okay, you’ve had your fun Kev. Let’s stop now before they come back. The pressure at his hole continues and something pushes in an inch or two. Ray gives a slight moan. R: Okay lets stop. I didn’t sign on for this. GF: But I did Ray turns his head around and standing behind him is his girlfriend with a strap-on. She pushes forward another inch. Again Ray moans without thinking. GF: you were gonna let them G me out and fuck me? yeah, well fuck you, you fucking fuck. The girlfriend thrusts forward and bottoms out in Ray. Ray winces at the sudden intrusion but takes it like a man. Kev refills the bowl and passes it to the girlfriend. She takes her hits and starts her assault on her boyfriend’s ass. Kev walks up to Walt and they step back to take in the view. K: I love a good show with some junkies. Ray’s girlfriend slams his ass for a good 25 to 30 minutes, only stopping to take her hits. She finishes her pounding of Ray’s ass. She gets dressed and tells him to call before going over to collect his shit from her pad. They are now through. She stops to talk with Walt. He hands her a baggie full of t and she leaves. Kev walks up to Ray. He reaches down and squeezes his ass with his right hand. He reaches for Ray’s dick with his left hand. He finds Ray is hard after all that fucking. K: Hey Walt, looks like your younger brother liked his punishment. W: I knew he was a natural. Walt walks over to his naked brother and touches his chin. W: Hey Ray, don’t worry. Straight, Gay, bi, these are just labels. What really matters is that you are a Tina whore junkie that will do whatever me and my friends want for more drugs.

Totally agree!!

I fucking own it! If you own it then takes away any slur and gets my dick hard! However, I would only own it in the way it's given!

Chapter 7 – Only Fucking himself Walt walked back into the room to find his younger brother playing with his hole. Ray was enjoying his high and didn’t even realize his brother had walked back into the room. Walt took advantage of this oversight and crawled between Ray’s legs. He waited for Ray to pull his fingers out momentarily. At seeing his opening, Walt lunged his head forward and his tongue made contact with the sloppy hole. Walt started licking at the load that was freshly deposited into his brother. Ray was in bottom heaven. He loved the feeling of being eaten out. Rimming was his new favorite sex act. He was flying high and was loving every moment of it. now that the embarrassment of his ex-best friend was over with, he could just enjoy the sexual adventure with his brother. He knew this experience was changing their relationship forever but he was too high to care about that. The important thing is that while it was just the two of them, he felt safe. Like he could do anything, anything at all and it would be ok because it was between him and his brother. He thought to himself – oh fuck, I must really be high to be thinking like this. When Walt finally came up for some air, his younger brother was all goo goo eyed. Walt looked down at his whore of a junkie brother. He knew now that he would do anything for more drugs. He looked at him for a moment with pity in his eyes. Oh how low Ray had gotten himself. He was almost ready to call the whole thing to an end out of pity when Ray opened his mouth again asking for more drugs. That pushed the pity party right out of his mind. W: you chem slut. You deserve everything you get. Z: I don’t deserve to be raped for drugs. W: Rape? Oh girl, you are a delusional one aren’t you? I’ve got a lesson for you. Come on. Walt grabbed a new pipe with a fat bowl. He lit up and melted the shards in the bulb. He blew out a giant cloud. He walked over to the bed and ordered his brother up. Walt then jumped into his bed and leaned up against the bedpost. He slouched just a little bit that his lower half of his body way away from the bedpost. He called his brother over. W: Come over here and get my hard dick wet? Get it ready for your hole. Ray crawled up to his lounging brother and waited for him to pass the pipe. Walt acknowledged this by taking another hit and again ordering Ray to suck his dick. As Ray bend down to take the dick in his mouth, Walt blew out a large cloud into Ray’s face. W: Well, I’m waiting for my new whore to suck my dick already? Don’t make me tell you again. Ray got to work sucking on his brother’s dick. Walt continued to take hits and blow the clouds in his brother’s face. When Walt finally called his brother off his dick and handed him the pipe, it had only a small puddle in it. It was good for only 1 good hit. Like a good addict, Ray hit the pipe without thinking about it. He handed the pipe back to his brother, and as if his wishes were answered, his brother pulled out a baggie and refilled the pipe. Walt melted the shard and took three back to back hits. On the fourth hit, he pulled his brother up for a shotgun. This turned into a mini make out session. Ray blew out the cloud that was given to him. He waited but Walt did not offer another one. He looked at his brother longingly. Walt wrinkled his face and with disgust in his voice, started talking. W: well, be a good little whore and sit on my dick. I want you to fuck yourself on my dick. Well go on. What are you waiting for, huh? Oh probably waiting for this. Walt pulled out a small shard and placed in on the tip of his dick. It sat nicely in the piss slit of the large helmet. As if worried the shard would blow away, Ray jumped up and sat right down on the large dick. He sank down all 8 inches and felt the familiar burn in the deep of his bowels. Walt got impatient and slapped Ray on the ass. This seemed to wake the straight boy from his trance. He started rocking back and forth, leaving the length of the dick inside of him. He picked up the rhythm and soon his ass was bouncing like 2 light brown globes impaled on a dark brown staff. W: Jerk yourself off while you ride me. I now you like having my big dick in your hole. Show me how much you love it. Ray began to jerk his still hard dick as he bounced. When Walt got bored of this position, he rotated the bottom around so he was riding reverse cowboy. Walt kept looking at his lighter skinned brother’s ass engulfing his dark brown dick. He felt the load being sucked out of his dick. Almost there, he spun his spun out brother around again. The sensation of the dick rotating inside of Ray sent him over the edge and he shot his load on his brother’s chest. Ray flexed his ass muscles and soon Walt was pushed to orgasm. He shot his big brother load deep inside his younger brother. Walt held his brother down on his still hard dick. He grinded upward into his brother who was recovering from his own orgasm. W: Remember, you love every moment, every inch of what you just did. And you did it all for drugs, for that next high. No one raped you. No one made you do anything. You are just a junkie whore who sucks and fucks for more shit. Own that. Be the best Tina whore you can possibly be. Here, you earned this. Walt threw him a small baggie with a eightball in it. W: you would have had more but you smoked up most of what you earned. And based on how fast you were smoking up my shit, you’ll be out pretty fast. Hit me up when you need your lungs and hole filled again. Bye little bro Ray slowly found his underwear and put them on. He found his other clothes and began dressing in shame. As he walked out of his brother’s place, he thought to himself, damn I am never doing that again. He gripped his baggie and was off to meet up with his girlfriend. He was still horny as fuck and needed to smoke out with her and fuck her to try and repair his sense of masculinity.

I am neg and with the exception of the odd bit of 420, I am sober. I used to drink and take slot of drugs but it just phased out and has been like that for about 6 years or so. I am also a total sub cum dump and my only addiction is to toxic sperm and the Topmen that shoot it. I do expect eventually I will get knocked up - surprised I’m not.

My hole after 3 tops bred and seed it. The last top wanted to fuck the cum out of me. I think this is the sexiest pic I got. Even of those when I was younger. Hole is loose, used, warm, puffy and not tight at all. Would you fuck it?

Love walking around and feeling my hole plugged full of 20 something loads of cum

To me the answer is yes. As others here describe they feel more lust/horniness in some periods. It might be due to naturally changing levels of testosterone. When in heat I feel programmed to take any cock offered to me

I’m constantly in heat. Just can’t find any breeders here in Albuquerque that can host. 🥺

Cumdumps appreciate returning users. If you can find a steady time to be visit, they will know what to expect and so will you. The steadier he gets loads the better lubed and happier everyone is.

Two times today, earlier at about 1030 this morning, then about 15 minutes ago. This morning was a new guy, young guy who hit me up on squirt, says he's married to a woman and he'd never been with t guy before... pretty sure that's true. He was really nervous the first time. i set it up as anonymous walk in and made it as comfortable as i could for Him. me naked and ass up waiting, door open. He was so nervous the first time that He couldn't get hard, so i offered to suck Him and He came really quickly, only semi hard. He's a really sweet guy, gives off a great vibe so it's really natural and easy to love on Him. This time, He really wanted to succeed with fucking me, and with a bit of encouragement, He did. Was a totally sweet breed. He left happy and was writing an hour later saying He was hard and wanting to "pound me." i didn't jack off, i really prefer not to cum using my penis, i love if i getting fucked often enough, to have my Tops orgasm be my orgasm. i love the intensity of going a long while without cumming, it really makes receiving more intense for me both physically and psychologically. i think it makes it better for the Top too, because i'm pretty voracious to give Him pleasure lol. So my sweet FB left happy, and i'm of course totally happy too. That dazed after feeling lasts for hours with me, and i have His cock scent all over my face so every time i take a breath, i'm breathing Him in. Fuck, i'm high from both of them.

Non monogamy is very common in the gay community. Couples switching partners or hooking up with the other's partner in a monogamy partnership was more than common most guys confess. My partner & I was already gifted in the early 2000's when we met and had other couple friends who were gifted as well but knew a 4 couples in the neg more monogamy lifestyle. I knew my partner who was a Top but versatile was very active in our open relationship with many men. Before meds like PrEP was available all of those couple were blessed with the gift.

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The last load I gave was an hour ago , I met up with a regular slut I use a lot , and he wanted to worship and suck my dick and lick and kiss my feet , I agreed I never turn down a moment to get worshipped by a nasty bitch . So we blew some clouds for a lil while and then he started sucking me . But of course with me being the person I am . I have to skull rape the bitch . So of course I did that. Made him throw up and cry and gag and BEG for air . He knows I love when hungry sluts beg. But as I continued to blow clouds he kept worshipping an sucking me . I fed him two loads . Kissed him and slapped and spit on him , let my slut know he made me happy and he satisfied me , then we continued to smoked some more while he licked and kissed my body and showed his gratitude for my loads . Then I just came home and now im relaxing . But because of the ice and the fact I’m a lust devil I still need a slut to serve and drain me . Next time my slut wants to suck and worship me while wearing lingerie finally got him to agree to that so can’t wait to see that sexy ass bitch again

12 with my cousins. 13 with my uncle and then a guy at school. 14 with my uncles friends and step dad, along with my first “Boyfriend” (the Swim Coach at school). Learnt a lot early 😈. Enjoy one of my first Grindr photos 🙈

So my bf left for a business trip yesterday and guess what I did 😉 Took two loads today: One from my neighbor from earlier and another one from a guy in walking distance. Now I‘m sitting here having diner and enjoy the feeling of cum in my ass 😉

Rimming a hole does not mean an automatic transmission of Hepatitis like fucking a hole bareback does mean an automatic transmission or any std neither. Anyway I love to rim and be rimmed.

Chapter 20 The change was seismic, a quiet earthquake that rearranged the very ground beneath their feet. The rigid scheduling, the carefully negotiated "logistics" of who got which weekend, evaporated within a fortnight. It was replaced by something far more organic, more potent. A rhythm that belonged only to the three of them. It was Jordan’s house most nights, the rooms becoming a museum of their intertwined lives. A leather jacket draped over Jared’s hoodie on the couch. Blake’s favorite cereal in the pantry next to Jordan’s protein powder. It felt different when one of them was missing. The energy in the house would dim, the air going stale and quiet. When Blake had a family dinner he couldn’t skip, Jordan and Jared would sit in a restless silence, the television playing to an uninterested audience. They were a unit. A tribe. Them against the world. Their emotional bandwidth, once strained and narrow, widened into a vast plain. They learned each other’s secret languages—the way Jared would get quiet and withdraw when he was stressed about money, the specific tilt of Blake’s head when he was feeling insecure and needed reassurance. And Jordan, they learned, needed to be in charge, but his dominance was now a mantle of care, a way of keeping their fragile, beautiful world safe. The sexual energy, too, morphed. It was no longer just Jordan’s fantasies or Jared’s possessive hunger or Blake’s worshipful desire. It was a melding. A shared exploration. They discovered kinks they never knew they had, desires that only made sense within the context of their three-body equation. The trust was absolute, a sacred space where no fantasy was too strange, no request too humiliating. They were having fun, a pure, unadulterated joy in the discovery of each other. Then came Jordan’s welding certificate. The opportunity was too good to pass, a traveling job that would take him to construction sites hours away for days at a time. The first time his truck pulled out of the driveway, the silence he left behind was a physical presence. A week later, Jared let himself into Jordan’s quiet, empty house. It felt wrong. He tossed his keys on the counter, the sound echoing too loudly. “He’s not due back until Friday,” Jared said, his voice flat. “I know,” Blake’s voice came from the hallway. He emerged from Jordan’s bedroom, wearing a pair of Jordan’s sweatpants that hung low on his hips. “It’s too quiet.” “Yeah.” Jared’s gaze traveled over Blake, over the familiar lines of the floral tattoos peeking above the waistband. The sight was a comfort. A piece of Jordan’s world, still here. “Feels off.” Blake nodded, leaning against the doorframe. “We could… I don’t know. Watch a movie?” But the suggestion felt hollow. The absence was a fourth person in the room, demanding attention. Jared’s eyes stayed on Blake, on the way the soft grey fabric clung to his lean thighs. The thought came to him unbidden, a spark in the silence. We don’t have to just wait for him. “Come here,” Jared said, his voice dropping, echoing a command he’d so often received. Blake’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise, then understanding. He pushed off the doorframe and walked over, stopping just inches from Jared. The air between them shifted, charged not with the electricity of Jordan’s direct command, but with something new. Something exploratory. Jared reached out, his calloused fingers hooking into the waistband of the sweatpants. He didn’t pull them down, just held on, his knuckles brushing against the warm skin of Blake’s hip, right over the ink. This is still his. We’re still his. But the permission felt implicit, a part of the unspoken rules of their tribe. “Miss him?” Jared murmured, his thumb stroking the soft skin. Blake’s breath hitched. “Yeah. You?” “Like a limb.” Their eyes locked. The loneliness of the past week, the quiet ache of Jordan’s absence, coalesced into a sudden, sharp need for connection. For a taste of what was missing. It was Blake who moved first, closing the final distance between them. His kiss wasn’t like it was with Jordan—less worshipful, less submissive. It was searching. Curious. A slow, deep exploration that made Jared’s head spin. He kissed back, his hands moving from the waistband to cup Blake’s face, his thumbs stroking the sharp line of his jaw. They broke apart, breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together. “He’d want us to,” Blake whispered, his voice hoarse. “Wouldn’t he? To… take care of each other.” “Yeah,” Jared breathed, the word a vow. “He would.” They didn’t go to the bedroom. They ended up on the couch, a tangled mess of limbs and shared breath. Jared’s hoodie ended up on the floor. Blake wriggled out of the sweatpants, leaving them in just their underwear. The intimacy was dizzying, a side door into their relationship they’d never thought to open. Jared’s phone buzzed on the coffee table, lighting up with Jordan’s name. A video call. They froze, a guilty, thrilling pause hanging in the air. Blake’s eyes were wide, his lips still swollen from their kisses. Jared looked from the phone to Blake, a slow, possessive grin spreading across his face. The idea was reckless. Perfect. He answered the call, angling the phone so Jordan could see them. Jordan’s face filled the screen, looking tired but smiling from a generic hotel room. “Hey, just wanted to see your faces. This place is a fucking dump—“ He stopped. His eyes scanned the screen, taking in the scene: Jared shirtless, Blake nearly naked beside him, the intimate proximity, the flushed skin. His smile faded, replaced by a look of intense, hungry focus. “What’s going on there?” “Just missing you,” Jared said, his voice a low rumble. He shifted, pulling Blake closer against his side. Blake rested his head on Jared’s shoulder, looking up at the phone with a shy, sated smile. Jordan was silent for a long moment, his gaze darkening. Jared watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “Yeah?” he finally said, his voice tight. “Show me how much.” The command was there, even from miles away. It snapped into place, the familiar dynamic reasserting itself through the screen. Jared looked down at Blake, whose eyes were now heavy-lidded with arousal. He bent his head, capturing Blake’s mouth in another deep, lingering kiss, this one for an audience of one. When they pulled apart, they both looked at the screen. Jordan’s expression was ravenous. “Think you can do more than that?” Jordan asked, his voice a husky challenge through the speaker. Blake and Jared were no strangers to the camera’s focus. They’d made a handful of videos together, selling them online to anonymous viewers who couldn’t get enough of their chemistry. But this was different. This was for Jordan. Their hands moved where he told them, their bodies bending to his will even from miles away. “Fuck, yeah,” Jordan growled through the screen, his voice thick with arousal. “Jared, get your mouth on Blake. Blake, spread for him. Let me see.” They obeyed without hesitation, their movements fluid, practiced. Jared leaned down, his tongue tracing the delicate lines of Blake’s hip before moving lower. Blake’s breath hitched, his head falling back as Jared’s mouth worked him open. Jordan adjusted the camera closer, his own crotch now in view as he undid his pants, his hand wrapping around his cock. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the room. “Switch,” Jordan commanded, his voice sharp. “Blake, ride him. I want to see you take every inch.” Blake shifted, straddling Jared, sinking down onto him with a low moan. Their eyes locked on the screen, watching Jordan stroke himself in time with their rhythm. The dirty talk came easy now, a skill they’d honed under Jordan’s careful guidance. Jared’s voice was rough with need. “You like that? Watching us fuck for you?” Jordan’s response was a growl. “Fuck yes. You’re mine. Both of you. Cum for me.” The command sent a shiver through them. Blake tightened around Jared, his body trembling as he came, the ecstasy written across his face. Jared followed, his release spilling into Blake’s mouth as Jordan had instructed. They didn’t stop there, swapping it back and forth, their lips meeting in a messy, shared kiss that Jordan watched with ravenous eyes. On the screen, Jordan’s hand moved faster, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He didn’t last long, his orgasm hitting him hard, his voice breaking as he came for them, for this moment, for the two boys who belonged to him completely. The room grew quiet, save for their ragged breathing. Jordan’s face softened, a possessive pride glowing in his eyes. “Good boys,” he murmured, the praise washing over them like a warm embrace. “Now clean up and get some rest. I’ll be home soon.” Chapter 21 The screen went black, plunging the hotel room into a heavy, post-climax silence. Jordan’s breath came in ragged pulls, his heart still thumping a wild rhythm against his ribs. He looked down. His belly was a glistening, sticky canvas of his own release, pearly ropes stark against his skin, a few drops already cooling as they traced a path through the light dusting of hair leading to his still-thickening cock. A fucking mess, he thought, a lazy, sated smile touching his lips. I love it. He loved the visual proof of his own pent-up need, the animalistic evidence of what watching his boys could do to him. The practical part of his brain, the part that shared this generic hotel room with a near-stranger, nudged him. Chad will be back any minute. Get cleaned up. You can’t be caught like this. But a newer, hungrier part, a part that had been awakened and fed by Jared and Blake, whispered a different, far more enticing idea. Or… can I? The thought was a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. His semi-hard cock twitched against his thigh, beginning to fill out again with a sudden, urgent blood flow. Chad. His coworker. The guy was… fuck. He was everything Jordan had never let himself openly appreciate before. A few years older, maybe twenty-three. Broad-shouldered and solidly built, with a thick, dark beard and arms covered in a sleeves of intricate tattoos. He was all rugged, masculine energy, the kind of guy who looked like he could fix an engine with his bare hands and then bench-press it. What would he do if he walked in right now? If he saw Jordan, pants around his ankles, dick out, painted with his own cum? Would he be shocked? Disgusted? Or would his eyes darken with that same hidden curiosity Jordan was now so familiar with? The not-knowing was a potent, terrifying thrill. Fueled by this new, reckless energy, Jordan stood, his semi-erection bouncing heavily between his legs. He left his clothes in a heap on the floor and walked, dripping, into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. The shower was a quick, utilitarian affair, the hot water sluicing away the physical evidence of his orgasm but doing nothing to calm the one brewing in his mind. He soaped his hair, his face, his body, his hand sliding without thought down the thick, weighty shaft of his cock, the suds making the glide effortless. A quiet, involuntary groan escaped him as his fingers brushed over the sensitive head. No, he told himself, forcing his hand away. Not yet. Save it. The anticipation was part of the game now. A game with rules only he knew. He turned off the water and stepped out onto the cool tile, dripping wet and completely naked. He reached for the towel bar. It was empty. Shit. Of course. Chad had used the last one that morning. “Chad?” he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the tiled room. No answer. The main room beyond the open bathroom door was silent, still. Maybe he wasn’t back yet. This was his chance to dart across and grab a towel from his bag. Or… it was his chance to do something else entirely. The decision was made in a heartbeat, a surge of boldness overriding all caution. Heart hammering, he walked out of the bathroom and into the main room. The carpet was rough under his bare feet. The hotel room door clicked open. Jordan froze, standing in the middle of the room, completely exposed. Water droplets traced paths down his chest, over his abs, beading on the thatch of dark hair at his groin. His cock, thick and flushed, hung heavily between his legs, not fully hard but far from soft, swaying slightly with his quickened pulse. Chad stepped inside, dropping his key card on the small table by the door. He was wearing a tight-fitting grey t-shirt that stretched across his chest and a pair of work jeans, a smudge of grease on his forearm. His eyes, a deep brown, scanned the room and landed on Jordan. There was a full, breathtaking second of stunned silence. Chad’s gaze locked onto Jordan’s face, then dropped—deliberately, unmistakably—down his body. Jordan saw his eyes widen a fraction, saw his focus zero in on his dick, hanging there, on display. Chad’s throat moved as he swallowed. His eyes flicked back up to Jordan’s, a flash of something unreadable in their depths before he quickly looked away, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Whoa, dude. Jesus. Omg, Jordan, wtf bro?!” Chad’s voice was a mix of shock and a forced casualness that didn’t quite land. “No towels?” The reaction wasn’t disgust. It wasn’t anger. It was flustered. Interesting. Jordan felt a jolt of pure, undiluted power. He saw it. He’d seen the way Chad’s eyes had lingered, the quick, almost instinctual sweep of his gaze. He looked. He fucking looked. “What you want me to do?” Jordan said, spreading his hands slightly, a gesture of false exasperation that put his nakedness even more on display. He let his voice drop, lacing it with a challenge he’d learned from being in charge. “Air dry?” Chad finally risked another glance, his eyes doing that rapid dance again—face, chest, cock, away. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a nervous gesture. “I, uh… I got an extra towel in my bag.” He made no move to get it. He just stood there, his own body tense, his attention hyper-focused on the space Jordan occupied. The air grew thick, charged with a tension Jordan knew intimately. It was the same tension that had filled his living room when Jared and Blake had knelt for him. It was the silent, screaming question of what happens next? He saw Chad’s eyes dart down one more time, and this time, they didn’t immediately flick away. They stayed. They focused on the length of him, on the way his cock was beginning to swell in earnest now, responding to the intense, unspoken attention. Jordan knew, with a certainty that burned in his gut, that he was going to get into Chad’s pants. One way or another. The game was on. He took a single, slow step forward, the carpet muffling the sound. He watched Chad’s breath hitch, saw the way his shoulders tightened. He’s not running. “You just gonna stare,” Jordan murmured, his voice a low, husky thing that seemed to vibrate in the small space between them, “or are you gonna hand me that towel?” Chad hesitated, then fumbled with his bag, pulling out a folded towel. He tossed it to Jordan, his face a mix of embarrassment and something else—something that made Jordan’s pulse quicken. “Here,” Chad muttered, eyes darting away again. Jordan caught the towel, draping it around his waist as he walked to his suitcase. He could feel Chad’s eyes on him, the weight of his stare lingering even as he pretended to look elsewhere. After dressing in a loose t-shirt and jeans, Jordan turned to Chad with a casual grin. “You hungry? Hotel bar’s got decent food.” “Uh, yeah,” Chad said, still slightly off-balance. “Could eat.” The bar was dimly lit, the hum of conversation filling the air. They settled into a booth, whiskey and Cokes in hand. The alcohol loosened them up, the awkwardness fading with every laugh and story. Chad confessed he’d been single for over a year, shrugging off Jordan’s teasing about it. “Doubt you’ve got trouble getting laid,” Jordan said, leaning back. “Decent-looking guy, good job. No kids.” Chad chuckled, shaking his head. “Not as easy as you’d think, man. Honestly… it’s been over a year since I’ve done anything with anyone.” “Damn,” Jordan said, raising his brows. “You at least jerk off though, right? That’s self-care.” Chad hesitated, then laughed, a little nervously. “Yeah, of course. Probably too much if we’re being honest.” Jordan’s cock twitched at the admission. “How much is too much?” “Two, three times a day,” Chad admitted, his voice dropping lower. “Sometimes more. Rarely less.” Jordan grinned, his mind racing. “Bet you haven’t today. We’ve been welding all day.” “Nope,” Chad said, smirking. “I’m due for a good bust.” The conversation left Jordan achingly hard, but they finished their meals and headed back to the room. An hour later, they were in their beds, the TV murmuring softly. Jordan glanced at Chad, who seemed asleep. He slipped his hand into his boxers, stroking slowly, replaying their conversation in his mind. A few minutes in, he looked over again. This time, Chad’s eyes were open, glued to him. The covers over Chad’s lap shifted, moving rhythmically. Jordan’s breath hitched. Slowly, he pulled back the blanket, exposing himself. Chad froze for a moment, then mirrored him. Their eyes locked as they stroked themselves, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Chapter 16 The sound of Jared’s truck door slamming outside was a gunshot in the quiet night. Jordan’s heart leapt into his throat, pounding a frantic, panicked rhythm. He stood rooted in the center of the living room, the air thick with the scent of Scott’s whiskey and his own dread. This was it. The honesty Scott preached felt like walking onto a battlefield unarmed. The front door swung open without a knock. Jared stood in the frame, his broad shoulders tensed, his handsome face a mask of wary confusion. He’d clearly come straight from work; he still wore his grease-stained jeans and a tight white t-shirt that stretched across his muscular chest. His eyes, dark and intense, scanned the room before locking onto Jordan.. “You okay?” Jared asked, his voice low, the concern cutting through the tension. “Your text sounded… serious.” Jordan’s mouth was sandpaper. He tried to swallow, failed. “Yeah. No. I don’t know.” He gestured weakly toward the couch. “Can you… sit?” Jared’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he moved into the room, the familiar scent of engine oil and his cheap cologne trailing behind him. He didn’t sit. He stood a few feet away, crossing his arms over his chest, a silent, imposing wall of waiting. “I talked to Blake,” Jordan blurted out, the words tumbling into the space between them. Jared’s expression instantly hardened, his jaw tightening. “What about?” The question was a low, dangerous rumble. “About the video. About why he came to you.” Jordan took a shaky breath, forcing himself to hold Jared’s gaze. “And he told me something. He told me he was gonna ask me first. To make the video. With him.” The tension in the room spiked, electric and sharp. Jared’s posture went rigid. “So what? You mad I got to him first? Is that what this is?” “No,” Jordan said, the word firmer than he felt. “That’s not it. I went to him because I was jealous, Jared. Seeing you two together… it fucking wrecked me.” A flicker of something—surprise, satisfaction?—crossed Jared’s face, but it was quickly buried under a fresh wave of suspicion. “You were jealous of me? Or jealous of him?” “I don’t know!” The confession burst out of him, raw and honest. “Both? All of it? He told me… he told me he’s been obsessed with me for years. Since high school. In the locker room, the showers… just watching. And when he kissed me that day, it… it did something to me. Something I didn’t understand. And then I saw him with you, and I felt like something that was supposed to be mine was taken.” Jared was utterly still, a statue processing a cataclysm. The silence stretched, taut and unbearable. “And tonight,” Jordan continued, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “When I went to confront him… he said it. He said he’s in love with me.” Jared flinched as if he’d been struck. He uncrossed his arms, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “Fuck off,” he said, the words cold and flat. “Jared, please—” “No, fuck off!” he roared, taking a threatening step forward. “You called me over here to tell me you’re in love with some… some fucking side-piece? After everything? After I forgave you for the shit with your stepdad?” “I’m not in love with him!” Jordan countered, his own voice rising to match Jared’s fury. “But I… I feel something for him. Something real. And I can’t just pretend I don’t! But that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I love you. I don’t want to lose you. That’s why I’m telling you this. Because Scott said the only way through this is with honesty, and you… you’re the most important person in my life.” The anger on Jared’s face fractured. The raw pain beneath was terrifying to see. His voice cracked when he spoke again. “So what are you saying, Jordan? You want us to break up so you can be with him?” “No,” Jordan breathed, taking a tentative step forward, closing the distance between them. He could see the conflict raging in Jared’s dark eyes—the hurt, the betrayal, the fierce, possessive love that had always defined them. “I’m saying I don’t know if I can choose. And I’m terrified that if I have to, I’ll lose one of you. And I think losing you would destroy me.” He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against Jared’s clenched fist. Jared jerked at the touch but didn’t pull away. “An open relationship? Polyamory?” Jared spat the term out like it was poison. “You want to share me? You want me to share you?” “I want you,” Jordan insisted, his voice pleading now. “I will always choose you. But maybe… maybe we don’t have to limit ourselves to just… this. Maybe we can figure out a way where it’s not a secret. Where it’s just… more.” Jared stared at him, his chest heaving. The fight seemed to drain out of him all at once, leaving behind a profound exhaustion and a deep, startling vulnerability. “You really love me?” he asked, his voice small, stripped of all its usual bravado. “More than anything,” Jordan whispered, his heart in his throat. A long, suspended moment passed. Then, slowly, Jared’s hand unclenched. He turned it, threading his fingers through Jordan’s, his grip tight, almost desperate. “I fucking hate this,” he murmured, his eyes glistening. “I hate the thought of him touching you. Of you wanting him.” “I know,” Jordan said, his own eyes burning. “But I’m right here. I’m choosing you right now.” Jared’s other hand came up, cupping Jordan’s jaw, his thumb stroking over his cheekbone. His gaze was intense, searching. “If I say we try this… if I even think about it… it’s because the thought of losing you is worse. You know that, right? This is for you. Only for you.” The admission was a gift, a fragile, heartbreaking concession. Jordan nodded, unable to speak. Jared leaned in then, and his kiss was nothing like their angry, passionate clash from before. It was slow, deep, and tasting of salt and surrender. It was a kiss of possession, of fear, of a love so complicated and fierce it could bend reality to its will. They broke apart, foreheads resting together, breathing the same air. “I need you,” Jared breathed, his voice rough with emotion and a rising, familiar heat. “Right now. I need to know you’re mine.” His hands went to the hem of Jordan’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one swift motion. Jordan reciprocated, yanking Jared’s grease-stained tee off, their chests colliding, skin against skin. The feeling was electric, a reclamation. They stumbled toward the couch, falling onto it in a tangle of limbs. Jared settled over him, his weight a comforting anchor. His lips found Jordan’s again, his tongue plunging into his mouth with a desperate hunger. Jordan could feel the hard ridge of Jared’s erection straining against his jeans, pressing into his own growing hardness. Their hands fumbled with belts and buttons, a frantic, shared goal. Denim and cotton were shoved down thighs, not coming all the way off, just enough. Their cocks sprang free, sliding together in the hot, confined space between their bodies. Jared’s hand wrapped around them both, his grip firm and perfect. A broken, simultaneous gasp escaped them. Jared began to stroke, a slow, slick friction that made stars burst behind Jordan’s eyelids. He could feel the wetness of his own precum mingling with Jared’s, making the glide effortless, impossibly hot. “Look at me,” Jared commanded, his voice a husky growl. Jordan’s eyes fluttered open. Jared was watching him, his expression a mixture of anguish, desire, and unwavering love. The intimacy of it was more intense than any physical act. They were joined, completely exposed, not just physically but emotionally laid bare. Their hips began to move in a slow, syncopated rhythm, thrusting into the tight, hot tunnel of Jared’s fist. The pace quickened, their breathing growing ragged, their foreheads pressed together. They weren’t just chasing release; they were sealing a promise, trying to fuck the uncertainty and fear away, if only for these few, fleeting minutes. “You’re mine,” Jared whispered against his lips, his stroke becoming frantic. “Yours,” Jordan gasped in agreement, his own climax coiling tight in his gut. “Always yours.” Their eyes locked, and that was all it took. The world dissolved into sensation—the pounding of their hearts, the slick, feverish friction, the overwhelming rightness of their connection. A shared, muffled cry was swallowed by their kiss as their releases hit them at the same moment, warmth spreading between their stomachs. They collapsed together, spent and sticky, limbs entangled on the couch. The only sound was their ragged breathing slowly returning to normal. Jared’s head was buried in the crook of Jordan’s neck, his body heavy and warm on top of him. After a long time, Jared shifted, pushing himself up on his elbows. He looked down at Jordan, his expression serious, resolved. He swiped a thumb through the mess on Jordan’s stomach, his touch surprisingly tender. “Okay,” Jared said, his voice quiet but firm. “You should call him.” Chapter 17 The phone felt like a block of ice in Jordan’s hand, his thumb hovering over Blake’s name. Jared’s scent still clung to his skin, a musky, possessive reminder of the fragile truce they’d forged on the couch. He said to call him. This is for us. He took a shuddering breath and pressed the call button, each ring a hammer blow against his ribs. It was answered on the second ring. “Jordan?” Blake’s voice was cautious, laced with a hope so fragile it felt like it might shatter through the speaker. “Hey,” Jordan said, his own voice softer than he intended. “Can we… can we talk? In person?” A beat of silence. Then, a rush of air, like Blake had been holding his breath. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. My place? My dad’s on a double shift.” “I’ll be there in ten.” The drive to Blake’s was a blur of neon and shadow. Jordan replayed Jared’s words, his conflicted expression, the raw need in his touch. This is for you. Only for you. The concession had been a gift, and now Jordan was about to test its limits. He pulled up to the familiar, slightly dilapidated house, the beat-up sedan parked in the driveway. Before he could even cut the engine, the front door flew open. Blake stood there, silhouetted against the warm light from inside, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants that hugged his lean hips, the intricate lines of his floral tattoos just visible above the waistband. Jordan barely had time to get out of the car before Blake was striding across the lawn. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of him, and then his arms were around Jordan, pulling him into a hug so tight it stole his breath. He buried his face in the crook of Jordan’s neck, his body trembling slightly. “I thought… after I said that… I thought I’d scared you off for good,” Blake mumbled into his skin, his voice thick with emotion. The ferocity of his embrace, the sheer relief in it, washed over Jordan like a wave. Any lingering doubt evaporated. This was right. This was what he wanted. He wrapped his own arms around Blake, holding him just as tightly, his hands splaying across the smooth, warm skin of his back. This. Him. And Jared. “You didn’t scare me off,” Jordan whispered, his lips brushing against Blake’s ear. He felt Blake shiver in response. They stood like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other under the dim glow of the porch light, the night air cool on their skin. Finally, Blake loosened his hold, pulling back just enough to look at Jordan. His blue eyes were searching, bright with unshed tears and a desperate kind of hope. “Why are you here, Jordan?” Jordan took a deep breath, his heart thundering. This was it. The honesty. “I talked to Jared.” Blake’s face immediately fell, the hope snuffing out into wary defensiveness. He took a half-step back. “Oh. So you’re here to let me down easy. Got it.” He started to turn away. “No!” Jordan’s hand shot out, catching Blake’s wrist. The contact was electric. “That’s not it at all. I told him everything. About us in the car. About what you said.” Blake went very still, his eyes wide with disbelief and a flicker of fear. “You… you told him I love you?” he breathed, the words barely audible. “I told him I have feelings for you,” Jordan corrected gently, his thumb stroking a slow, soothing circle on the inside of Blake’s wrist. He could feel the wild flutter of his pulse. “And I told him that I love him. And that I’m… confused. That I don’t want to lose either of you.” The confusion on Blake’s face was profound. “I don’t understand.” “I want to try,” Jordan said, the words feeling both terrifying and liberating. “I want to be with Jared. And I want to be with you.” The silence that followed was absolute. Blake stared at him, his expression shifting from confusion to dawning comprehension, and then to something that looked like hurt. He pulled his wrist from Jordan’s grasp. “So I’m what? The side piece? The thing you do when he’s not around?” He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. “Man, Jordan. I knew I wasn’t enough for you, but I didn’t think you’d rub my face in it.” “No,” Jordan insisted, stepping forward again, closing the distance Blake had tried to create. “That’s not it. That’s the opposite of it. You are enough, Blake. You’re more than enough. You’re… fucking incredible.” He reached up, cupping Blake’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze. “My heart… it’s just… it’s bigger than I thought. It has room. I don’t want to lose you because I’m clinging to some idea of how things are supposed to be. I want to build something new. With both of you.” Blake’s eyes searched his, and Jordan could see the war raging within him—the deep-seated insecurity battling against a desperate, yearning hope. “You really mean that?” he whispered, his voice cracking. “This isn’t just some… kinky experiment for your videos?” “It’s real,” Jordan said, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in, his forehead resting against Blake’s. “It’s the most real, terrifying thing I’ve ever done. But the thought of walking away from you… it feels like losing a part of myself I just found.” A single tear traced a path down Blake’s cheek. Jordan caught it with his thumb. The vulnerability in his expression was utterly breathtaking. “I need time,” Blake breathed, his eyes fluttering closed. “This is… a lot. I just… I need to think.” Jordan’s heart sank, but he nodded. He understood. He’d dropped a bomb on him. “Okay,” he whispered. “Take all the time you need.” He started to pull away, but Blake’s hands came up, grasping his shoulders, holding him there. “Don’t go yet,” he murmured, his eyes opening. They were dark now, pools of wanting and conflict. “Just… stay for a minute.” He leaned in and captured Jordan’s mouth in a kiss. It wasn’t like the hungry, desperate kiss in the car. This was different. This was deep, and slow, and tasted like salt and hope and fear all mingled together. It was a kiss that spoke of a love confessed and a future uncertain. Jordan kissed him back with everything he had, pouring all his fear, his want, his desperate need for this to work into the connection. When they finally broke apart, both were breathless. Blake rested his forehead against Jordan’s again, their eyes closed, sharing the same air. “I’ll call you,” Blake whispered, his voice raw. Jordan nodded, giving him one last, tight hug before finally turning and walking back to his car. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t. The taste of Blake was still on his lips, the feel of his skin imprinted on his hands, and the terrifying, thrilling possibility of what came next hung in the air like a promise.

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Take care mate… we will wait with eager eyes for the next instalment to drop 🙂

One way I like, is to make sure my knees are dirty/muddy while I'm walking the trails of a local park. I love wearing a dark colored shirt to the bookstore too, so I can let the CUM either drip down onto it or take messy facial where some jizz spurts into it, then walk around that way. CUM on my face and on my shirt. I'm planning on doing it today. I have a shirt with CUM on it from my last trip.

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It takes a while to get used to but it definitely reinforces the message that i am filthy and need to clean my own filth off the cock that uses me.

I am planning to visit next year. Possible visit by myself, so what are your tips? mainly looking for bear bottom to breed

@drscorpio - :-)) Thank you for the information! I was aware of the author's long absence, BUT ONE LIVES IN HOPE... How many times have we seen an author suddenly reappear, sometimes with a bang, only for someone else to have already stepped in and continued the story? A story that started so well—only to leave us, the audience, hanging! And when another writer dares to pick up something special and carry it forward, they often find themselves criticized, no matter how well they do. This is exactly why we—the long-suffering readers—always wish that authors would just finish the story! Honestly, there should be an official "Completed Stories—Safe to Read" list and another one labeled "Started but Beware: You May Never Know How It Ends" 😆. At least that way, we'd know what we’re getting into before investing years (or decades!) in a tale with no conclusion! I am sure my fellow readers agree with me ??!!

I’d have to say my weirdest fetish that has developed over the years is for flat smooth tummies. When I see a skinny twink the first thing that comes to mind is licking his flat smooth stomach and tongue fucking his belly button.

Oops! The things we do to please our Tops. What does gun oil lube taste like? Crisco? LOL 😝

Part 15 I was burning up, my fever had awakened me. When I tried to open my eyes the room was spinning. I felt like I had been hit with a sledge hammer. I’d been sick before but I’ve never felt this bad! “He’s definitely got the fuck flu, Tom. I should be able to test his strain now.” I recognised Brian's’ voice. Tom must have called him over. I felt him pulling at my arm and then a sharp scratch. He was taking my blood to test it again. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to have his flu party tonight? Maybe you’d be better waiting a couple of days until he’s over the worst of it.” Brian’s voice sounded concerned. “I know my boy can handle it. After his welcome party he’s been in high demand.” I tried to follow the conversation but my head was pounding. “Your strains match. He’s 100% yours, Tom. Congratulations and welcome to fatherhood.” I rolled over and curled up into a ball while Tom and Brian continued their small talk. Brian must have eventually left because I felt Tom’s weight in the bed behind me, he wrapped his arms around me and began to kiss my neck, murmuring “It’s official boy, you’ve got my DNA for life now. I’ll always be your Daddy.” I felt his cock growing, he had put his piercing back in. My own cock strained against the cage it was kept in. How could I possibly be horny when I was this sick? I felt him shift around and lift my legs onto his shoulders. I barely opened my eyes, I felt too weak to do anything. Without lube or warning he pushed his pierced cock deep into my hole. I felt my ass tear with every inch. I screamed out in pain and began to pull away from him. Tom leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth. My senses were overwhelmed. I kissed him back and for a moment I didn’t feel sick anymore. He broke our kiss declaring “I Love you, John.” Tom was balls-deep in my ass and his blue eyes were piercing into mine. His timing of his declaration somehow seemed entirely appropriate. “I Love you Daddy.” The words escaped my mouth before I knew I’d even said them. He kissed me hard and I felt myself pushing my ass on to his cock. Was I enjoying myself? Did I actually love this man? I soon got my answer when Tom began to pick up the pace. I could feel my ass being torn up, I’d gotten used to the size of his cock and now came to expect the feeling of being full. “What do you want, boy?” “Daddy’s cum.” I felt Tom’s body seize up as he began to pound his toxic cum into my now wrecked hole. Without warning my body seized up too. Could I have an orgasm without being hard? Apparently I could. I felt the cum leaking from my locked up cock, it burned with every drip. Tom scooped it up with his fingers and pushed it into my mouth with the advice “That’s it, boy. Taste your first toxic load.” Tom kissed me again and I found myself wanting more. I continued to work my ass on his cock and his kissing grew deeper and more passionate. “I do mean it, John. You’re my boy and I do love you. I know you won’t mean it yet, but you will in time. Now let's get you ready for your party.” As soon as he pulled out from my ass I immediately felt sick again. My head pounded and the room began to spin. I didn't think I’d survive a party!