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Let me tell you a little story about those two boys; they invited me for a "fishing trip," and I believed them. Jack and Ryan were the kind of sophomores every freshman notices: easy laughs, sun-browned arms, always together. I’d been finding excuses to sit near them in the dining hall all semester. Fortunately for me, Ryan sucked at chemistry, and that gave me my in. After a while we became friends, and one day they invited me up to the lake for the long weekend. My stomach flipped so hard I almost said no from pure nerves. Fortunately, I had the balls to say yes. The weekend away with Jack and Ryan felt different from the start. This was a chance to escape the concrete hum of the dorms for the quiet rhythm of water and the woods. The three of us piled into Jack's truck, the bed filled with the sharp, clean scent of new gear and the promise of a weekend unscripted. We arrived at dusk, built a fire, the water a bruised mirror of the sky. Setting up camp was a comfortable dance, our movements syncing in the fading light, a silent collaboration. The tent was big enough for three sleeping bags side-by-side, and I silently pretended that was normal. As the fire settled into a crackling heart of orange and red, Ryan (the one in the white shirt) produced a bottle of whiskey. Its warmth, a slow burn spreading through my chest. Jack, ever the pragmatist, followed with a cooler of Pabst Blue Ribbon, the sweat on the cans beading like morning dew. The conversation grew looser, the laughter easier, punctuated by the hiss of cans being opened and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Everything felt normal until it didn’t. It was Jack who broke the spell of camaraderie. He stood up, stretched, and without a word of excuse, turned his back to the fire and pissed right in front of me. He didn't turn away in embarrassment, or even make an attempt at being private. He just walked a few feet from the firelight, his movements relaxed and open. There was no aggression in it, only a simple, animal honesty. I watched, not with shock, but with a sense of wonder at his comfort in his own skin. Ryan noticed. He was always noticing me, but his look wasn't calculating; it was gentle, questioning. He rose and joined his brother, and in that moment, it felt like they were inviting me into their world, a world without pretense. Their silhouettes framed by the firelight tempted me like never before. An unspoken challenge hung in the air, thick as the smoke. I don’t remember deciding to stand, only that I was on my feet. My hands trembled on my zipper. I couldn't go, not with them watching. "It's okay," Ryan murmured. "Just breathe." Jack reached over, his fingers brushing my arm. The touch was so light it was almost a question. Something deep inside me unclenched. The sound that came out was a sigh, followed by the steady hiss of my piss hitting the ground. It was the most liberating moment of my uptight life. It felt stupidly intimate, the three of us in the dark. The sound of it loud, as it sprayed against the leaves. When I finished, Ryan stepped closer, his hand finding mine. His skin was warm, his grip firm. He guided my hand down, placing it on his cock. A current ran through me, a jolt of pure, terrifying exhilaration. Jack moved to my other side, his fingers tracing the line of my spine. The firelight danced on the skin of our legs, turning us into creatures of shadow and flame. Jack began to stroke me, his touch clinical, detached, and my body betrayed me, hardening under his expert manipulation. They knew. They had known all along. My pants felt heavy, useless, and they pooled at my ankles without a thought. I sank to my knees, not from desire, but from the sheer weight of their will. It was easier to submit than to fight. When Ryan put his cock in my mouth, it was an act of possession which I relished. Tasting salt and fire smoke, the raw, unvarnished truth of the moment. A small brown bottle appeared under my nose, Ryan's voice a low murmur, "Breathe." The sharp chemical scent cleared my head, sharpening every sensation until all that was left was the fire, the earth, and the three of us. The little brown bottle was a tool, a chemical key to unlock the final door of my resistance, to ensure I was pliant and willing for whatever came next. The world narrowed to a pinprick of light, the sounds of the night fading into a dull roar. I was an instrument, and they were the players. I answered by curling my fingers around him, feeling him respond to my touch. Jack knelt beside me, his hands stroking my hair, his lips peppering my neck with soft kisses as I took Ryan deeper into my throat. It wasn't a performance; it was exploration. It was an embrace, pure and simple. It was an act of my surrender to a feeling, not a force. Again the bottle was offered to me, this time without pressure, a suggestion to "make it feel even better," and the rush was a wave of pure sensation that washed away any lingering self-doubt. Choking on Ryan's cock with tears pooling around my eyes, Jack found my hole and started to probe. My moans betrayed me as they grew louder with his continuing advance into me. With a subtle command from Ryan motioning me to rise, the three of us moved together toward the tent, leaving our clothes behind like discarded inhibitions, breadcrumbs to our night. The zipper of the tent had barely closed behind me before Ryan pushed me down onto the sleeping bags, the chemical rush from the bottle still burning through my veins like liquid fire. My head spun in the best way—every heartbeat throbbing in my cock, every one of my nerves screaming for more. Jack was already on his knees behind me, spreading my cheeks with rough hands. I felt the cool night air hit my hole for only a second before his tongue was there—hot, wet, relentless—rimming me like he’d been starving for it. I moaned around Ryan’s cock, the sound muffled and filthy, drool running down my chin as Ryan fucked my throat, slow and deep. “Fuck, he tastes so good bro,” Jack muttered, his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me down until my nose pressed against his brother's pubes. The smell of whiskey, sweat, and smoke still clung to all three of us, mixing with the sharp tang of sex in the confined space. Jack pulled back just long enough to spit on my hole, then he slid two fingers in without warning. I bucked hard, choking on Ryan’s cock, but Ryan only laughed low and held me down, forcing me further into my natural desires of submission to them. The brown bottle appeared again—Ryan uncapped it and held it under my nose while Jack worked a third finger inside me. “Deep breath, freshman.” I inhaled hard. The rush hit like a ton of bricks, my hole relaxed instantly, greedy and open. I pushed back against Jack’s hand, like a slut in heat. Jack didn’t make me wait long. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I withdrew my mouth from Ryan's cock, looked back at Jack, and said, "No, man, I want to feel you fuck me." Jack smiled as he slicked up his cock with lube. Then the pressure—thick, blunt, perfect. Jack’s cockhead breaching me, stretching me further open inch by slow inch while Ryan fucked my face in rhythm. I was stuffed from both ends, helpless and drooling and loving every second of it. Like the faggot I always jerked off to being one day. They took turns after that. Jack pounding my ass until I saw stars, Ryan choking me on his cock until tears ran down my face, then switching—Ryan’s thicker cock splitting me open while Jack fed me his balls, making me lick and suck, worship them like the needy little faggot I’d just discovered I was for them. At some point they flipped me onto my back. Ryan folded me in half, knees to my chest, and slammed in so deep I felt him in my throat. Jack straddled my face, grinding his sweaty ass down onto my tongue while teasing the head of my leaking cock in time with Ryan’s thrusts. I came first—hands-free, untouched, just from Ryan’s dick nailing my prostate and Jack’s hole smothering me. My orgasm ripped through me like a seizure, cum splattering across my stomach and chest in thick ropes while both of them laughed and called me their “freshman faggot slut.” They didn’t stop. Ryan pulled out and shot across my face, thick streaks painting my lips and cheeks like a cheap whore. Jack followed seconds later, adding his load to the mess, marking me inside and out. I lay there wrecked and trembling, covered in cum and sweat, while they kissed lazily above me—tongues tangling, hands roaming, like they’d done this a hundred times before. Eventually Ryan reached for the whiskey bottle, took a swig, and poured a splash across my chest. Jack leaned down and licked it off my skin, slow and filthy. “Welcome to the club, bro,” Jack breathed, his lips brushing mine, his stubble scraping like sandpaper as he kissed me deeply, letting me taste the whiskey and a mixture of our cum. I passed out between them sometime after, sticky, wrecked, and happier than I’d ever been in my life. Let me know if you want me to continue this story. Special thanks to @pupHawaii for posting the top picture.

Thursday night - 8 pm. I turn to Drew and smile at him. He looks at me a little sheepishly, eyes glazed over from the G he drank earlier. Kid looks fucking happy and dreamy. “Drew, I want you to watch what I do. Okay? I want you to know what’s happening each step of the way. You follow?” “Yessir.” His answer made my dick leak a little in my jeans. Seeing a boy so willing and open gets my juices going. I’ve done my fair share of corruption. But once in a while, having someone willing to explore and find their chemmed-up piggy side without too much fuss is fucking awesome. You can just enjoy the show as they discover themselves. “This is Tina. Crystal. This is going to make our time together even hotter. You understand?” “Yessir.” “Good. This is really good dope. It’s going to make you feel so good and so very horny. I’m going to take some out of this bag and break it up. It’s going to go into this glass pipe. There are different kinds of pipes in the drawer, but let’s start with this one. We’ll get to the others later.” “Some people use the long end of the glass pipe to scoop up the broken bits from the bag. Or you can use a piece of folded paper. You pour the broken shards onto the paper and then slide the crystals into the pipe. Whatever way you do it, I want you to always pay attention. Don’t spill any. If you crush it too fine, just leave it in the bag, and we’ll do something else with it. I prefer to have shards this size in the pipe. You follow?” “Yessir.” “Listen to the sound of Tina going in the pipe. You’re going to love that sound, Drew. Just hearing it will make your heart race. Now, hold the pipe between your fingers, and I’ll show you how to use the torch.” “It’s a simple click, but the key is not to get it too close to the pipe. With your other hand, you’re going to bring the torch up to the ball. Remember, not too close, then slowly melt the crystals. As soon as you see wisps of smoke, turn away from the pipe and exhale the air from your lungs. Then I want you to bring the pipe up, close your pretty lips around it, and inhale. Keep going until you can’t breathe anymore. Got it?" Drew knows how to follow instructions well. He takes the pipe and keeps breathing until he turns to me and indicates he can’t take in any more smoke. I nod and encourage him to keep inhaling. “You can do it, boy. Keep going. Make your daddy and uncle proud.” He did one more inhale through his nose and sucked up the smoke. “Okay, go ahead and slowly blow it out.” Drew blows out a huge cloud and has a bright smile on his face, knowing he just did a great job. He watched the clouds drift in the air, mesmerized. We don’t rest on our laurels, though. “Not bad. I want you to do it four more times and try to get bigger and bigger clouds. Make it really thick. As soon as I say that, I put my hand on his right leg and rub the inside of his thigh. God, his smooth skin feels so good. I circle near his crotch, but not going too near it yet. I want him to get seriously spun first. Drew goes on to hit the pipe, one after another. Jack’s looking over, smiling. I can see his hard-on through his jeans. He loves watching this up close. “Uncle Jack. What do you think? How’s our boy doing? “Amazing. How do you feel, Drew?” As soon as Drew finishes his fourth hit, he leans back on the couch. Eyes wide open, his left hand is already mindlessly groping his dick through his shorts. “I feel great! Wow, I’m already horny! “Good! Go over and sit on your Uncle Jack’s lap, Drew. We want you to keep hitting the pipe while he watches you up close.” Drew gets up, a little shaky, which gives me a moment to palm his crotch and squeeze his tight, plump ass. He gives a slight moan and breathes in. His body is probably tingling already. I know mine is, and I haven’t had any hits since I left the house. He sits on Jack and leans back. Jack’s hands are all over his torso, going under his shirt, feeling him up and down. Jack then takes his left hand to move Drew’s head so they can make out. I can see spit and their tongues dancing. While they do this, I take the pipe and take a big hit myself. I get up over the two of them and lean over to blow it into Drew’s mouth while Jack goes back to tweaking Drew’s nips. Drew’s legs are over Jack’s, back to spread open. He’s going to be in this position a lot over the next few days. I move the coffee table back and kneel between their legs. I hand Drew the pipe and torch and instruct him to take a few more hits, blowing each one to Uncle Jack while they make out. I tell him I want to see big, thick clouds leaving Jack. As Drew goes back and hits the pipe, I get a chance to look more closely at his beautiful legs. Kid must be a runner or works out a lot. Who knows how long Jack had to go fishing to get this boy, but I’m glad he found someone who wants to experience this. I move close to his crotch and take a deep inhale. Mmmm, freshly certified bottom boy. I lean in and lightly lick the exposed area on the side of his shorts. I hear the click of the lighter as he continues to take hits of the pipe, while Uncle Jack plays with his nips. This kid’s a natural. Jack’s whispering something to Drew. I can’t hear it exactly, but I can tell that Drew is getting hard with Tina and dirty talk. I reach in and grab his growing cock under his shorts, and fish it to the side. I lick the side of his cock and get it wet and sloppy. I love being between a bottom’s legs while they’re taking hits. Pushing more of his gym shorts to the side, I move to the head of his cock and spit on it, getting it wet before going in and sucking his cock. He’s starting to moan between hits. I think he’s done 10 total so far. I can feel his cock get even harder in my mouth. I move my tongue to the slit of his cock, and he leaks a little precum. It’s sweet and tasty. “Jack, let’s get Drew naked.” I grab his shorts and pull them down, while Jack takes off Drew’s shirt. Love a naked boy while we’re both still wearing our clothes. To be fair, my cock is aching to get out. But there will be more than enough time to get naked. We’re not in a rush. For now, Jack and I love the contrast. He looks so fresh and fuckable. I run my hands over his light brown bush. Can’t wait to take this off later. I go back to sucking him, while Drew makes out with Jack again. Jack is still playing with Drew’s nipples and chest. By the end of this weekend, boy’s going to have eraser-size nips. Drew’s fully hard now in my mouth. His dick is glossy and warm from my spit. He gives me the pipe, and I take a big hit before going back down on his cock. I give him a sloppy wet blowjob, smoke coming out of the sides of my mouth and nose. I look up to see Drew smiling. I know he’s feeling good now. Jack says to Drew, “No shame in this house. If you want a hit, just take the pipe or ask for it. We’ll instruct you to take hits, too, but I want you to do whatever you want, say whatever you want with us. Okay?” As soon as Drew nods a yes, Jack takes Drew’s legs and folds them so that Drew’s feet are on Jack’s knees. This gives me full access to Drew’s pink hole. It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see it loaded with our cum and spit, gaped. “Let your daddy see your hole, Drew.” I lean in and start to kiss around it. I stick my tongue out and make a line of spit in between his balls and his boy hole. Jack grabs Drew’s cock and starts to slowly jack him. I go in further and give his hole a kiss. There are a few faint hairs. We’ll get that off later too. I then stick my tongue out and start to move it around the hole, before straightening it out and sticking it inside. It tastes so good. Drew’s moaning with my tongue inside, and Jack playing with his cock. Drew moves his right hand down to paw at Jack’s cock through his jeans. We must have been in this position for ten minutes before I surface for air. “Good boy! You taste amazing. Now, I want you to get between Uncle Jack's legs and take out his cock out of his jeans. I'm going to be right behind you tasting your hole some more."

So ran out of lube and only had Vaseline and initially I thought “oh my god this is such a cliche” - it was enough to get a giant dick in me but still had plenty of friction, great for barebacking. Hole definitely feels more worked than a typical fuck, which I love. Might not be good for beginners but I’m far from a beginner. 🙂

I think I’ll add one contrasting point of view here which is as somebody who is Poz. I get a lot of engagement from the neg and Chase our community, whether they identify as a chaser or not. I think maybe in asking the question it helps stigmatize somebody’s individual choice as to whether or not they saw it or whether or not it was simply an accidental occurrence. I agree with most other others, though that it doesn’t really matter and it’s probably not the best question to ask until you’re at a very deep level of friendship with that person.

For four days I’ve been taking my fuck buddy’s toxic loads. He’s been fucking me for about a year. I don’t know if we just have some strange chemistry but it’s making me even more obsessed with toxic loads but especially his. The others I’ve taken just didn’t feel as electric but were still great. I only have to wait until tomorrow morning before he breads me again and I’m obsessing. He’s an amazing dom fuck with a fat dick. I’m just obsessed with getting his dick.

I'd say it's way more than 3:1 since pretty much any fag will kneel on command. It's a throatfucker's market.

I think that what's unpardonable is to lie. When guys breed, and neither guy asks about status, assumedly neither guy is all that concerned (for a number of reasons, i.e. on PrEP, not on PrEP, chasing, whatever). At the fuckjoints I go to, I can't remember any guy even asking me what's in my loads.

Last night from sniffies two guys in a storage garage. Met them in the parking area walked to the storage unit. Had a mattress heater and a light. We got to business fast and I got two loads.

Part 9 I can’t believe that out of all the hot poz guys here, Chad is the one, who was chosen to fuck me. After we arrived at the resort, which was fully booked by our group, we had to take a test to determine our status. Sadly, I am still neg, even after weeks of fucking poz guys in all varieties, but I wasn’t the only one. There were four other men, who were neg, but shared the desire to be pozzed. Michael, a French bodybuilder in his late 40s and self-described power bottom has been to this tour for three years but never managed to get the bug. His husband Alexander has been poz for over a decade now, but Michael just seems to be immune, the poor guy. Then there was Benji, a mid-20 something Latino man, who has been chasing for over a year. His best friend is a freshly pozzed guy named Sam, who got the bug on this tour last year. Lastly, there was Liam, the ‘sugar daddy’ of Chad, but that description is ridiculous as he is younger than me, just turned 30. Those three and I were the neg guys, who needed to be introduced to the poz way, and apparently, that meant being fucked by the youngest poz guy around. Of course, Chad, being the youngest of the group chose me without hesitation. As I wanted to protest Mark whispered to me to stay calm as I was not allowed to refuse him. So, after the other youngsters have chosen their neg holes, all of them needed to go to a room accompanied by at least two other men of the group. In the end I found myself in the cabin of Chad with Mark and Fred, another mid-30-something Latino and apparently friend of Chad, watching us. Chad ordered me to strip for him, and I did as I was told, but focused my gaze mostly on Mark, who encouraged me to keep going by taking his cock out and stroking it. Fred took a phone out of his pocket and started recording or taking photos, I don’t mind being filmed, so this didn’t bother me at all. After a few minutes only my cock was still covered by small silver thong – originally a surprise for Mark – Chad pulled my down on his lap, his cock hard through his pants. He switched our positions, sat me on the chair and started to strip for me now. He started with his pants, which confused me, but as he finally took of his T-Shirt, I knew why he kept it for last: a new vibrant biohazard tattoo marking his stomach. I am so mesmerised by the tattoo, that it takes me a moment to realise Chad is positioning his cock at my mouth. My mind comes back to reality, but the tattoo has driven all hesitations away and with a primal urge I push myself against his cock and take all of it in my mouth, precum hitting my tongue. Chad’s cock really is lovely, it is big and girthy without being threatening, I have to admit, this cock could fuck me all day in and out. While I suck Chad off, I lose all feeling for time and space, being yanked to the bed and suddenly penetrated by this hot poz cock. Chad changes our positions forcefully and a little clumsy, but he finally finds a good rhythm, when I am on all fours and he is thrusting relentlessly inside me. Mark is now watching us with lust and envy, while Fred keeps pointing his phone at us. ‘Smile, you little neg bitch, this is the moment you get converted, enjoy it’ Fred yells. Even as I despise him instinctively a smile shows on my face, a smile I see in the mirror on the opposite wall full of lust, hunger and ecstasy. The words of Fred turn Chad on, and his cock starts to flex inside me. With a loud, guttural moan he shoots his toxic poz load inside me, collapsing on top of me. ‘That was great Thomas… I hope my seed is the one converting you.’ The he gets closer to my ear, whispering ‘you would be carrying a fabulous strain as your little brother is fucking my gift giver at the moment’ I was too exhausted to register all the words, but Mark heard them and looked bewildered. ‘Tony? Do you mean Tony pozzed you?’ Mark asked perplexed. ‘Yes, exactly, he was the only guy I was hooking up with the last months, despite Luke of course, so I guess if this knock up worked, we will become quite the poz family.’ Now I am lying in my bed, Mark beside me and we both are talking about Chad, Tony and Luke. But our discussion is interrupted by a phone call from Luke. ‘Hey, little brother, what’s up?’ ‘I got a picture from Chad a few minutes ago, how was that dick the second time?’ I am unsure if he is angry or teasing, so I decide to pretend all is good. ‘You know, Chad really is a great fuck, but I would have loved to be poz-fucked by someone else today. Are you angry?’ ‘Angry? No, don’t worry about it. It’s sex, Tony and I talked about it, he fucked him too a few months ago, apparently, he might have given him the bug.’ ‘Yeah, Chad told me. I am still neg, so if I convert because of this fuck, Tony would be my gift giver too.’ ‘Well, that would be crazy. Maybe we both will be brothers carrying the same strain of HIV, wow that would be hot.’ ‘Luke, that would be great, but at the moment I am not even sure, when it finally will happen for me. I have been fucking poz guys for weeks now and nothing.’ ‘Hey, don’t be a downer, remember, you gave me the article about bug chasing and what was one of the main key points?... it can take months or years to get the gift.’ ‘You’re right little brother, but how is it on your end? Are you okay with being off PrEP?’ ‘It is wild, I am horny all the time, today I took a couple of anon poz loads at the beach and it felt so exhilarating, so right. This is the right path for me; I am a full-blown bug chaser now.’ ‘That’s great to hear. I feel it too, you just become more alive, more yourself.’ ‘Exactly, now we just have to see, who will be poz first of the two of us.’ ‘Well, may the best slut win’ Luke laughs and then we end the call, I turn to Mark, who has fallen asleep. I turn of the light, snuggling myself into a hug with him, while the cum of Chad slowly starts to drop out of my hole.

Chapter 8 The silence in the living room was a physical thing, thick and swollen, after Jared’s footsteps faded toward the kitchen. The only sound was the faint hum of the freezer door opening and closing. Jordan let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, the aftermath of their explosive encounter still tingling across his skin. He turned to make a comment to Blake, some stupid joke to break the weird, post-nut tension, but the words died in his throat. Blake was already looking at him. Not just looking. Staring. His dark eyes were locked on Jordan’s, wide and unblinking, stripped of all the easygoing confidence from moments before. They were full of a raw, hungry intensity that sent a primal jolt straight to Jordan’s core. Before Jordan could process it, before he could form a single thought, Blake was moving. He surged forward, his hand cupping the back of Jordan’s neck, and slammed their mouths together. It wasn’t like the sloppy, nervous kisses from their group session. This was different. This was singular. Focused. Blake’s lips were insistent, possessive, his tongue sweeping into Jordan’s mouth with a desperate urgency that tasted of sweat and then a muffled sound of surprise was swallowed by the kiss. Jordan’s hands came up, not to push him away, but to grip his biceps, his fingers digging into the solid muscle there as his mind spun. After a few stunned seconds, Jordan managed to turn his head, breaking the seal of their mouths. He was breathing hard, his own lips tingling. “Whoa. Whoa, hold on,” he panted. “Where did that come from, man? I thought… I thought you were straight. After all that, I thought…” Blake didn’t pull back far. His forehead rested against Jordan’s, his breath hot on Jordan’s lips. His voice was a low, ragged whisper, the confession tumbling out in a rush. “I am. I am straight. I only ever have feelings for women. But I like to mess around with guys. It’s just… a thing. A physical thing.” He paused, his grip on Jordan’s neck tightening almost imperceptibly. “But when I realized it was you… when I saw it was you on your knees for me that first time… fuck, Jordan.” He pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, his gaze burning with a years-long secret finally seeing the light. “All those times in the gym. During practices. In the locker room, changing, showering… I’d watch you. Bro, I watched you all the time. I had no fucking clue what it meant, I just knew it made me hard. Made me crazy.” Jordan’s heart was hammering against his ribs. He could only stare, captivated, as Blake laid himself bare. “So many times,” Blake continued, his voice dropping even lower, becoming almost confessional. “I’d go home after practice, after seeing the water run down your chest in the showers, the way your muscles flexed when you pulled your shirt off… sometimes I wouldn’t even make it all the way home. I’d have to pull my truck over on a back road because I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing Jordan’s ear, his words a hot, shocking caress. “I’d sit there in the driver’s seat and stroke my dick raw thinking about you. Wondering how your skin would taste under my tongue. How your precum would taste, clean and salty. How your lips would feel on mine. I’d even… fuck, this is so messed up… I’d sniff my own jockstrap after a practice, the one that had been soaked with my sweat right next to yours, and it would give me the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. I was mesmerized by you, Jordan. Your body. Your smell. You.” The confession hung in the air, obscene and flattering and terrifying all at once. A warmth, entirely separate from the heat of arousal, spread through Jordan’s chest. To be wanted like that, so desperately and for so long, was a powerful, heady drug. His own cock, spent just minutes ago, gave a interested, traitorous twitch against his thigh. But his mind, cutting through the haze of lust and surprise, threw up a red flag. A big one. Jared. Jared was all he wanted. This thing with Blake… it was intense, it was filthy and hot, but it was just physical. It had to be. Jared was his heart. He opened his mouth, unsure what he was even going to say—a thank you, a rejection, a question—when the creak of the kitchen door hinge cut through the thick silence. Both of their heads snapped toward the sound. Jared stood frozen in the doorway, a baking sheet of frozen wings in one oven-mitted hand. His eyes took in the scene in a single, sweeping glance: Jordan and Blake, faces inches apart, their body language intimate, charged, their breathing still uneven. His expression flickered, a rapid-fire shift from casual expectation to sharp, perceptive curiosity. His gaze dropped, lingering for a fraction of a second on the obvious, renewed bulge tenting the front of Jordan’s athletic shorts, then flicked to Blake’s similarly strained jeans. A slow, knowing, confident smirk spread across Jared’s face. It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t jealous. It was utterly, wickedly turned on. He tossed the baking sheet onto the coffee table with a loud clatter, never breaking eye contact with them. “Well,” he drawled, his voice a low, husky thing that vibrated through the room. "Now, time for the main course." Jordan pulled away abruptly, his chest tight with an unplaceable guilt. Blake took a step back, his face flushed and his breathing still heavy. He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact. “I think… I should go,” he muttered, his voice thick with something between shame and desire. Jared blinked, confusion flickering across his face as the charged atmosphere in the room dissolved into awkward tension. “Wait, what’s going on?” he asked, glancing between the two of them. Blake shook his head, grabbing his jacket from the couch. “Nothing. Just… I’ll see you guys later.” Without another word, he headed for the door, leaving Jordan and Jared alone. Jordan exhaled shakily, running a hand over his face. “He… he told me something,” he admitted, looking at Jared. “About how he’s felt about me for a long time. Like, years. It just… caught me off guard.” Jared’s eyebrows lifted, but his expression softened as he stepped closer. “Damn. That’s… intense. Poor guy.” “Yeah,” Jordan agreed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I feel kind of bad for him. But… I don’t know, it’s not like I did anything wrong, right?” Jared chuckled softly, closing the distance between them. He placed a reassuring hand on Jordan’s shoulder, his touch steady and grounding. “Hey, don’t overthink it. You didn’t lead him on or anything. It’s not your fault he’s been harboring all that.” Jordan sighed, leaning into Jared’s touch. “I know. It’s just… weird.” Jared smirked, his confidence returning as he tilted Jordan’s chin up to meet his gaze. “You know what’s not weird? Us. I’m not threatened by Blake or his confession. I know where we stand, Jord. You’re mine, and I’m yours. End of story.” Jordan felt a warmth spread through him, his guilt melting away under Jared’s unwavering certainty. He smiled faintly, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right.” Jared’s smirk widened, and he leaned in, brushing their lips together in a soft, reassuring kiss. “Always am. Now, let’s forget about Blake and focus on us. Because honestly? This whole thing just made me want you even more.” Jordan laughed softly, the tension finally breaking as he wrapped his arms around Jared. “You’re insatiable.” “And you love it,” Jared shot back, his voice low and playful before capturing Jordan’s lips again, sealing away any lingering doubts.

I use Vaseline for lube. I use it when I go to the Bathhouse. Some guys there insist on a condom. I know it can compromise a condom. Which is fine with me. I want the tops load in my ass.

Love breeding deep. His warm hole squeezing my cock and pulling out every last drop. Even better if his hole is wet from others cum. Recently fucked a guy after another seeded his hole. Best lube! All squishy and wet as I slid inside and pounded his hole he was moaning in pleasure as I shot my cum deep inside him. When I was done the next guy slid in!

Update - Sorry to everyone that is enjoying my story. I'm afraid I am going through a big case of writers block with these characters. I hope to have the next installment written out soon.

Laboratory at Berghain I attended Naked Night on a Thursday. Doors were open between 21:00 and 23:00 but I arrived around 22:00 and as other reviews had suggested, the queue was around the block however, I made it inside by around 22:40. During those 40 minutes I spent queuing, the nerves almost got the best of me a few times. Would I make it in? Was I dressed appropriately? Did I smell too clean? There is a sign that states no drugs, no perfume. The intrigue about what could be inside kept me in the queue, and I eventually made it in without issue. I had read many reviews and Reddit articles but nothing quite prepares you for being there and feeling the energy. I've never seen so many naked men in one place of all shapes and sizes (although mostly White) and there were people fucking, everywhere! I estimate well over 300 guys were in attendance. Most of the play areas were public but there were dark corners and walkways that people were also playing in. I was looking for a particular area that after doing a few laps, I found, almost shining as a beacon guiding me toward the more extreme end of my fetishes, piss. Wearing only knee-high socks and trainers, I brushed past a few guys standing at the top of some stairs leading down to a wet room. I could feel eyes on me as I descended into an area the size of a small garage. The walls and floor were covered in the same off-white tile and a few areas to perch had been built into the walls. As soon as I sat down my cheeks were soaking but I barely noticed the cold wet tile pressing against me as I looked up in bewilderment. A metal grate acted as the roof of this room. Standing in a room naked, looking up through a metal grate eagerly awaiting what was to come was a very liberating and submissive feeling. I felt like I was standing right where I belonged. The anticipation grew as I stood there waiting wondering if I had attended the wrong night but after 10 minutes or so a guy walked in and began to piss. His hot liquid covered me, splashing off my face and trickling down my body. It was as if after he finished, he went out and told other guys there was someone down there because groups of guys began to flood the room above me and within 20 minutes I was soaking. I stayed down there for close to an hour before heading for the showers and then into the darkness to enjoy the rest of my night in Lab. It was an unforgettable experience and a club that I hope to visit again in the future, especially one of their Yellow Facts nights.

Hi everybody! I’m a 43 year old bottom daddy type in NYC. I’m new to this site and also new to embracing my desire to become a cum dump for daddies and sons, no loads refused. Eventually I’d love to be in a gangbang too. I have a fairly tight hole, but I wanna get it loosened up so I can take all dicks, especially daddy dicks. Any advice on how to get started or anyone who wants to help me down the path of being corrupted like I want so bad?

I had to fly ASAP for work and the only flight was through a quick connection in Berlin, so I reluctantly booked it and hoped for the best. Unfortunately (or maybe?) there was a delay and I had about to wait in the airport till the issue was fixed and continue the journey. Before I took off my partner and another guy destroyed my hole and flooded my guts with 5 loads that they plugged me so I could feel them sloshing during the flights. This only makes me horny and I was gagging for some more loads as I was waited in a large suite at the lounge, getting myself drunk while waiting. naturally I fired up the apps but nothing but flakes and keyboard wankers were hitting me. That was until I got a message from a blank profile, normally I don't bother but I was bored and drunk so I opened to read. Jackpot! it was a hot couple, black and hot in their mid 20's, athletic bodies with 2 hung and thick cocks! I invited them to come over the lounge and used my points to allow them grant them plenty to the VIP lounge and walked them to the suite, they seemed a bit nervous but way hotter in person! as soon as the door was shut behind us I stripped to my jockstrap and they immediately took off all their clothes, showing their amazing bodies and large cocks! They must've been 11-12 inches and couldn't speak English very well but it didn't matter, since we formed a 3-way kiss and I was soon on my knees servicing their cocks deep in my throat, taking them all the way to my stomach before I suggested we go to the bed and continue the fun there. one laid down for me to suck as the other came behind me and started playing with my plugged hole till he popped it out to see my loose hole filled with cum, he got so turned on and told to his partner how wet I am before I felt his cock head on my hole. I was already so turned on and wet from the loads I took that I just eased myself all the way, taking his cock to the root up my hole. I had both their cocks deep in my hole as I heard the guy behind me gasping and his partner telling him to fuck me. and oh boy did he fuck, from just being still in my hole to a rough pounding in a split second! I was moaning like a good whore around the cock in my mouth and took the pounding I was given like a champ as they both talked dirty to me in German. Oink! after about 10 minutes of non stop animalistic fuck I felt my hole getting more stretched as I felt him unload rope after rope after rope of cum deep inside. He must've cummed a gallon before he finished and took out his cock! I instinctively turned around, sat on his partners cock to the base and took the cock that was glistening from my loaded hole in my mouth to taste all the cum and clean his cock. I was again getting my hole pounded and my mouth continues sucking him back to rock hard as his partner roared and flooded my hole with yet another load. he pulled out and the guy I was sucking laid next to him so I positioned myself ontop and sat my hole on his cock and used my spent muscles to massage his cock, that drove him wild and he started to pace himself into a good fuck as I was cleaning the other guys cock as well. then I had an idea and asked if they wanted to DP my hole, their eyes lit up like it was Christmas and both yelled in agreement lol I positioned myself on the cock behind me so his partner could join and fill my begging hole. I just fucking love the tight squeeze at the beginning before the second cock head pops in my hole!! and soon after they got into a rhythm and both fucked my stretched hole, starting slow and steady, turning into a contest between them for who's pounding harder and deeper, while my hole was making sloshing noises from the loads haha it took about 20 minutes before they both roared and dumped 2 fresh loads in my hole i was spent and we collapsed on the bed as a sweaty pile of bodies smelling of cum and sex. One of them needed to piss so I suggested we all take a shower, and soon as we got in I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth and nodded at him, he took the hint and started pissing in my mouth I obediently drank it all till the last drop till he pulled out his hardening cock so I could swallow his partners piss load as well 🐷 after I had drank both till the last drop we opened the tap and started showering under the hot water, chatting a bit and feeling each other up with our soapy hands till one of them felt up my hole again and started fingering me, 1, then 2, 3, 4 went in easily and I kept begging for more before his fist was lodged up my hole! He played in me a little before pulling out letting his partner fist me to a bit before I came handsfree with his arm deep in my guts! that got them both rock hard again and as soon as he pulled his fist I was lifted on on g their cocks as the second pushed in my well spent hole into another quick double fuck till they rewarded me with another load each. As my feet touched the ground again I leaned over to clean them both and we quickly finished showering. As I got out I saw I had a missed call and looked at the time, 2 hours had gone by and I had to rush to my flight hehe they plugged my hole back with the plug I had with me before we parted ways. as I walked outside I saw a couple men that worked there smiling at me. Apparently the walls are very thin and everyone heard my loud moans lol I just smiled back, hoping next time they all join in as I was making my way to my flight. one of the flight attendants gave me a wicked grin as I was seated in my first class cabin and I knew it's going to be a fun 8 hours flight...

holy FUCK! ME! what you did, @verbalBTTM is SO fucking amazing! I've had a twins-fantasy for a long time (I have 2 STR8 twin brothers). You took that picture which I thought was good - and you just cranked up my fantasies! Love your story. Thank you so much!

Another strand of the poz brotherhood web is known--Tony is Chad's gifter. Tony's sexual prowess is only becoming clearer. He may be the gifter of several men, and thus, the sluttiest one of the bunch. Only time will reveal the how and when Tony received the gift. This chapter solidifies that Luke and Thomas that it would be very hot if both carry a strain from the same original source (i.e., the same gifter). (This is a common wish for many poz chasers and gifters. However, like other viruses, HIV mutates slightly when it infects a new person--using the person's own DNA material to replicate itself.) Both brothers also acknowledge their shared quest to become poz. Luke verbalizes it by saying, "I am a full-blown bug chaser now." Luke's progression to this point is quite fast, while being very arousing, as this is what we envision poz journeys to be. A bit of reality comes to light when Thomas laments that he is not poz yet after taking so many toxic loads from a variety of men. Luke becomes Thomas' supporter--reminding him that it may take months, even years for a person to be successfully inflected. @LeatherGayBBis doing an outstanding job of writing the story of the brothers. He gives us readers enough details and context, so we can picture the story's happenings and characters in our minds while keeping the plot sexually arousing and exciting. We all need to thank him for sharing this story and giving us some masturbating material and maybe some inspiration in our own chases of the bug.

Chapter 7 The humid late-summer air clung to the walls of Jordan’s living room, thick with the promise of a storm and the lingering ghost of their last encounter. When Blake finally texted—On my way—the energy between Jared and Jordan shifted from anticipatory to electric. They’d spent the last month exploring every inch of each other, their bodies becoming a familiar map of pleasure, but this… this was a new frontier. Blake arrived with the scent of rain and cheap beer on his breath, his movements a little looser, his smile a little less guarded. “Family reunion,” he explained with a lopsided grin, dropping onto the sectional. “My uncle’s homebrew is lethal.” They made small talk, the kind that felt like dancing on the edge of a cliff. College was a week away for Jared and Jordan, a fact that lent a desperate, now-or-never energy to the evening. Blake talked about his mechanic classes at the community college, his eyes constantly flicking to the dark TV screen. Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and looked directly at Jared. “So. Are we gonna watch me get my dick sucked again or not?” The code was clear. Hell yes, I want to be here. Hell yes, I want to jerk my cock with you two. Jared’s answering smile was all predator. “Thought you’d never ask.” He grabbed the remote, and a moment later, the screen bloomed with the familiar image of Blake’s unfastened jeans. The three of them sat side-by-side, a row of tense, buzzing masculinity. Hands drifted to laps, palming growing bulges through denim and athletic shorts. On screen, Jordan’s recorded voice, soft and sure, said, “Stand up.” Jared turned his head, his lips close to Jordan’s ear. His voice was a low, hungry murmur meant only for him. “I’m so horny. I want you to fuck me. Right now.” The words were a lightning strike. Jordan’s cock jerked to full, aching attention. He glanced at Blake, who was staring at the TV, his hand stilling on his own dick. Blake’s eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape. He was caught off guard, but he wasn’t looking away. “Y’all do what you want,” Blake breathed, his voice raspy. “I’m just here to watch me and stroke me.” But his protest was weak, his gaze already sliding from the screen to the two of them. It was all the permission they needed. Jordan stood, pulling Jared up with him. They didn’t go to a bedroom. They did it right there on the rug in front of the couch, in the flickering blue light of Blake’s own blissed-out face. Clothes were shoved out of the way. Jared got on his hands and knees, presenting himself to Jordan, his ass a pale, perfect curve in the dim light. Jordan knelt behind him, spitting into his hand once, twice, slicking his own hard length before guiding himself to Jared’s entrance. He pushed in with one smooth, relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt in the tight, familiar heat. Jared gasped, a sharp, gratifying sound, and pushed back against him. “Fuck, yes… God, you feel good.” The rhythm started slow, a deep, rocking motion that made Jared’s back arch. Jordan kept his eyes locked on Blake, who was no longer even pretending to watch the TV. His hand was motionless on his cock, his beer-flushed face a mask of stunned, rapt arousal. He was watching Jordan’s hips piston forward, watching the way Jared’s body yielded and took him. “So good,” Jordan groaned, his voice thick with effort and desire. He was talking to Blake now, narrating the show. “His hole is so fucking tight… so hot inside. Clenching on my cock like he doesn’t want to let go.” Blake made a small, choked sound in the back of his throat. “You should see it,” Jordan continued, driving into Jared with a little more force, making him moan. “See how he opens up for me. How wet he is for it.” On the TV, the recorded Blake was moaning, “Deeper…!” In the room, the real Blake was breathing in shallow pants, his cock visibly straining against his jeans. Jared, lost in the sensation, turned his head, his cheek pressed against the rug. His eyes, glazed with pleasure, found Blake’s. “You wanna try it?” he panted, the question a bold, filthy challenge. “Wanna see how it feels?” Blake froze. Conflict warred on his face—straight-guy denial battling against a curiosity that had been simmering since his first mind-blowing orgasm in this very room. His eyes dropped to where Jordan’s cock disappeared into Jared, watching the slick, rhythmic motion. He saw the way Jared’s rim stretched, glistening. His resistance crumbled. Without a word, Blake stood up. He fumbled with his belt, his fingers clumsy, and shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang free, fully erect, thick and curving upwards. He knelt behind Jared, his movements hesitant but determined. He placed a trembling hand on Jared’s hip, his touch hot. Jordan pulled out slowly, his own breath catching at the sight he revealed: Jared’s hole, pink and well-fucked, gaping slightly, glistening with spit. Blake stared at it, his expression one of pure, primal hunger. He touched the tip of his cock to the wetness, a questioning pressure. Jared pushed back against him, a silent, eager answer. Blake’s eyes squeezed shut for a second, as if in prayer, and then he pushed forward. He slid in, the tight ring of muscle yielding to him, sucking him inward until he was fully sheathed. A guttural, involuntary groan was torn from his chest—a sound of such profound, unexpected pleasure it seemed to shock him. His eyes flew open, wide with disbelief. “Oh my god,” he whispered, his hips giving a tentative, shallow thrust. “It’s… fuck…” Jordan watched, mesmerized. The sight of his best friend being filled by another man, by Blake, was the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever experienced. He was hard again, aching to be back inside that warm, shared space. They found a rhythm, a shaky, unspoken choreography. Jordan would slide in, fucking Jared with deep, claiming strokes until he was close to the edge, then pull out, letting Blake take his place. Blake’s initial hesitance vanished, replaced by a raw, greedy hunger. He fucked into Jared with growing confidence, his muscular thighs driving him forward, his hands gripping Jared’s hips tight enough to leave bruises. The room filled with the lewd symphony of their bodies: the slap of skin on skin, Jared’s ragged moans, Blake’s deep, grunting breaths, and Jordan’s own desperate panting. The air grew thick with the musky scent of sweat and sex. Blake was the first to break. His rhythm stuttered, became frantic. “I’m gonna… I can’t… I’m gonna cum!” he warn them, his voice strained. He buried himself as deep as he could, his body locking up. A series of raw, guttural cries were punched from his lungs as he came, his release pumping into Jared in hot, pulsing jets. He held himself there for a long moment, trembling, before collapsing forward, slipping out. Jordan was there instantly. He didn’t wait. He guided his own slick cock back to Jared’s well-used hole, now dripping with Blake’s release. The feeling was incredible—slick, warm, and impossibly intimate. He pushed in, fucking Blake’s cum deeper into Jared, the wet, sloppy sounds pushing him toward his own climax instantly. “Yeah, fuck his load into me,” Jared begged, his voice wrecked. “Fill me up, Jordan. Come on!” It was all he needed. With a cry that was half-sob, half-triumph, Jordan came, his own orgasm crashing over him. He pulsed inside Jared, adding his seed to Blake’s, his vision whiting out at the intensity of the shared possession. Spent, Jordan pulled out, and they all stayed like that for a second, panting in the aftermath: Jared on his hands and knees, Blake kneeling behind him, Jordan beside them. Then Jared moved. He rolled onto his back, his stomach and chest glistening with sweat, his cock still hard and leaking. His hole, a wet, spent mess, was exposed. He looked up at Blake, his eyes dark with a deviant spark. “Sit on my face,” Jared demanded, his voice hoarse. “I want to taste you both while I finish.” Blake’s eyes widened, but the hesitation was gone. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. He shifted, kneeling over Jared’s head, and lowered himself. Jared’s tongue snaked out, lapping at cum leaking from Blake’s softening cock, then lower, tasting Blake's sweet musty hole. This was the final trigger. Jared’s hand flew to his own dick, stroking furiously. With a choked gasp, he came, his release shooting up onto his own chest in thick, pearly strands, his body shuddering through the waves of pleasure. Complete silence fell, broken only by the ragged sound of three sets of lungs struggling for air. Blake finally moved, shifting off of Jared and collapsing onto the rug beside him. He looked at the ceiling, then turned his head, his gaze traveling over their sticky, exhausted forms. A laugh bubbled out of him—a low, incredulous sound. “You guys,” he said, shaking his head in sheer wonder. “You guys are fucking filthy, dirty perverts.” He paused, letting the words hang in the sex-heavy air. Then he grinned, wide and genuine. “I fucking love it.”

Part 6 I’m holding Mark’s hand as we enter my apartment building, I have messaged Luke beforehand and hope he had a great day, yesterday. In front of my apartment door, I give Mark a longing kiss, before opening it. Luke is sitting on the couch but gets up quickly to greet us both with a hug. I feel something is off, Luke seems a little shaken, even Mark notices. ‘Where is your bedroom, I bring your bags there’ Mark offers, giving me space to talk to Luke. ‘It’s right over there, thanks’ As Mark walks away I look at Luke and he envelopes me immediately in a tight hug. ‘I fucked up Thomas; I think I made a big mistake.’ He says with a shaking voice. ‘Come, lets sit down, tell me everything’ … and he does. I know my brother, when he is stressed, he speaks faster than usual and sometimes forgets who he’s talking to. So, after around 10 minutes I know everything about my brother’s fuck, research and alone time yesterday, possibly too much. I look at him lovingly, but I cannot do more than put my hand on his shoulder. ‘Luke, I have to admit, I’m not quite sure what to say. I always wanted to be poz, it is a desire I had since my teenage years. To be honest, I knew I would be one day, before I knew and accepted that I like men.’ ‘But I never thought about it before, never. It didn’t even cross my mind, until…’ ‘Until I brought the subject into your world’ I say with a heavy voice. We sit there in silence for a moment but get startled by a cough besides us. Mark looks at my brother and I, and somehow, I know he will have the answers. ‘Luke, would you mind if I intercept?’ Mark asks. ‘Oh, sure, go ahead, I don’t want to ruin your day. I go to my…’ ‘No. I want to talk to you Luke about what you just said, would that be alright?’ I give Luke an encouraging smile, and with a silent nod, he brings Mark into the conversation. While Luke and I are on the couch, Mark takes the chair opposite. ‘Luke?’ Mark starts to ask, ‘are you on PrEP?’ ‘Eh, yes, I am, have been since my 18th birthday.’ ‘With how many men did you have sex since then?’ Luke looks at me nervous and a little embarrassed, ‘I don’t know, maybe 40 or 50, could be more’ ‘And with how many did you use condoms?’ ‘What? I have no idea, I never bought condoms myself, so probably 2 or 3 times, if the guy wanted it. I never ask for them.’ ‘So, you have been practising bareback sex since almost four years now.’ ‘Yeah, I guess that’s right’ Luke answers confused ‘Well, I hate to break it to you, but the chances are high you already had sex with a poz man, which also means you had a poz cock up your ass and the toxic seed as well So, the fucking isn’t the problem, the problem is, it was the first time you knew about it.’ I look at my little brother and see how his mind is racing, how he tries to connect everything. I also see him relax a little, but still there are unanswered question. But then Mark looks around, finds the article, looks at me, and continues. ‘Thomas, I guess this print out of an online article is your doing, as no reasonable person would do that in this day and age, but that’s not the point right now. Luke, it seems like you spent the whole day yesterday with this topic, read about it, watched porn focussing on it, and finally had sex with a man, who is poz. You were overstimulated, between all the Pride events, the surprise about your brother and I, and this new topic in your life. Nothing you did yesterday was different to the sexual encounters you had previously. The only mistake you made yesterday is coming on this coffee table, that was unnecessary.’ And with that all three of us start to laugh, my little brother finally relaxing fully. ‘Luke, one final word. The yearning to be poz, to become a bug chaser, is a desire your brother and I had for many years. I also talked about it with my friends before I made the final decision in 2012. Now I am exactly the man I wanted to be all those years ago. Your brother is still neg as far as we know, his desire isn’t fulfilled and he is still on his journey, but he made this decision with years of thinking about it. You might be a bug chaser; you might not be. At one point you will figure it out, and then we are here to talk to you about it.’ Luke suddenly envelopes Mark in big hug, and I know that I found the best man in the world. ‘Thanks Mark, you are great. Brother, you have to keep this one.’ ‘Well, that’s the plan.’ I look at them lovingly ‘Now get off of my boyfriend and let us start the day, what do you want to do?’ We spent the whole day talking, shopping, going outside and enjoying the beautiful summer weather. Mark and Luke hit it off immediately, and everything feels like it should be. My brother and I have the night for us to have a final talk about the last days, as he is leaving tomorrow. Our relationship has grown so much over the last few days, that I will miss this little bugger. (4 weeks later) I’m getting spitroasted by two guys, but none of them is Mark. My eyes water, as one cock is hitting my throat roughly. As I try to pull away to get some air, the man behind me pushes deeper inside me, impaling me again at the cock in front of me, tasty precum leaking down my throat. We are in the middle of the forest, birds singing around us and the river flowing loudly close by. This should have been a relaxing run for me, but I met two of Mark’s friend from the poz group, and now I am getting fucked by a couple of 20 years. Mitch and Henry have been together since they were 19 years old, now almost 40, poz and beefy bears, they add their seeds to my quickly increasing toxic cum selection. ‘Open wide Thomas, we will knock you up. Take our toxic cum and join us finally, don’t be a guest, become a poz member for good’ I moan loudly, but as Mitch’s cock is still in my mouth I cannot speak. Henry shoots his load into my ass, but remains inside me, to ensure no drop is dripping out. Mitch is also reaching his climax, and as I want to pull a little back to savour his poz cum in my mouth, he grabs my head and thrust his cock deep into me, making sure that his load goes down my throat immediately. I can barely breathe as his cock blocks my throat, his cum sliding inside me and another dick still in my ass. When they finally release me from their cock, I have to breathe in deeply, my saliva running down my neck and chest. ‘Well Thomas, this was great. Now enjoy your run, we’re off’ They both slap me on the ass, and leave me there alone, exhausted and full of cum in the forest. Of course there is no way I could keep up my run, so, I walk back to Mark’s apartment being greeted by his beautiful smile and the lovely smell of coffee. ‘How was your run’? He asks innocently. ‘Well, cut short by Mitch and Henry, they fucked me right there in the forest, hard.’ Mark laughs, hands me my coffee and gives me a longing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. ‘So, I guess Mitch shot his toxic load down your throat, I can still taste him.’ ‘Oh, fuck off, that was a lucky guess.’ ‘No, it wasn’t, he always goes for the mouth and Henry is the ass man, don’t forget I know them for years.’ We kiss again and then lie together on the couch, Mark’s head in my lap. ‘Are you excited for our poz holiday?’ Mark asks. ‘I am, but also a little nervous. I never been to a sex tour.’ ‘Don’t worry, you will enjoy it, I managed to find almost all the guys joining us on the apps. So, we have some idea with whom we will be exploring the world for the next two weeks. And I think you might be in for a surprise.’ Mark pulls up his phone, opening one of the apps, especially created for poz men, so not for chasers like me, and hands it to me. The face smiling out at me is none other than Chad. But before I can say anything my phone vibrates and I see a call from my little brother coming in. ‘Hey Luke, what’s up?’ ‘Is Mark with you?’ he asks immediately, sounding excited. ‘Yes, why?’ ‘Put me on speaker, please’ I do as asked and he continues ‘you guys I have finally decided what I want. I just gave all my PrEP pills back to my pharmacy, I talked and fucked with Tony the last weeks a lot and it is time, I want the gift. Bro we are now both on the chase.’ Mark and I look at each other puzzled, but smiling. Before I can say anything, Mark starts to talk. ‘That’s great to hear Luke, but you know what that means?’ ‘What?’ My brother on the phone and I say simultaneously. ‘You both are now in a race, who will be poz first?’

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I got mine about 15 months ago. I have wanted one forever and I love it. A couple things: 1. Piercing appointment - I didn’t even realize it had happened when it was already complete. It was not to me any way painful. 2. The aftercare does require some blood management (my dick was wrapped in gauze and then. Latex glove and both of these had to be replaced with some frequency) 3. I did my best to not doing any sex (except I got fucked massively the next night) and held out until about week 4 before jerking off again. That won’t be their guidance. I find that I am randomly and much more often hard much more than I used to be. It is definitely great if you’re a top. It looks sexy during Locktober. And it’s been incredibly low maintenance. I highly recommend.

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Chapter 1 The silence in Jordan’s bedroom was a heavy, humid thing, thick with the ghost of spilled beer and the bitter taste of a prom night that had spectacularly flopped. Two tuxedo jackets were discarded on the floor like fallen dreams. “I just don’t get it,” Jared mumbled from his spot on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone. “We were supposed to be getting laid right now.” Jordan let out a sharp, humorless laugh from the desk chair. “Tell me about it. All that buildup. All that… anticipation.” He shifted, the rough denim of his jeans feeling suddenly constricting. The memory of his now-ex-girlfriend’s furious face as she dumped him for choosing to console Jared over dancing with her was a cold splash of reality. But Jared had gotten the same speech from his own girlfriend. They were in this miserable, virginity-intact boat together, like always. “We were so damn excited,” Jared said, his voice lower, almost a whisper. “I was gonna… you know. Finally feel what it’s like.” “Yeah,” Jordan breathed out, the word sounding more like a moan than he intended. His mind, against his will, conjured the fantasy he’d been nursing for weeks. Soft skin, quiet sighs, the wet heat of a— His eyes drifted to Jared, who was leaning forward, elbows on his knees. And then he saw it. The strained fabric of his best friend’s thin grey shorts. A distinct, undeniable tent. And at its tip, a dark, wet patch was blooming, seeping through the cotton. Jordan’s breath hitched. His own cock, which had been half-hard with frustrated longing, jolted to full, aching attention. The sudden, intense throb was so violent it was almost painful. What the hell? Why does seeing that… do this to me? Jared must have felt the weight of his stare. He glanced up, his eyes slightly glazed from the cheap whisky they’d been drinking. His gaze didn’t go to Jordan’s face. It dropped immediately to his lap, to the identical, obvious bulge tenting Jordan’s own shorts. Jared’s lips parted slightly. He didn’t look away. He just… stared. And Jordan watched, mesmerized, as the wet spot on Jared’s shorts grew just a little darker. “Damn, man,” Jared finally said, his voice rough. “I wish we were getting laid tonight.” “Tell me about it,” Jordan choked out. “I mean, look. I’m hard just thinking about it.” “Me too,” Jared admitted, his voice a low thrum that vibrated right through Jordan. The admission hung between them, charged and dangerous. Jared’s eyes were locked on Jordan’s crotch. “Damn, dude. How big is that thing? It looks huge from over here.” A flush crept up Jordan’s neck. He was modest, always had been, despite knowing he was generously equipped. “Oh, not that big.” “Looks really big. Bigger than mine,” Jared pressed, a curious, hungry glint in his eye. “How big are you?” Jordan asked, the question leaving his lips before his brain could censor it. “Eight inches.” Jordan scoffed, a nervous reflex. “Yeah, right.” “I swear to god,” Jared said, and there was no joke in his tone. It was pure, deadly serious heat. “Prove it.” The challenge hung in the air. Jared, already riding a wave of booze and a bizarre, thrilling new kind of arousal, didn’t hesitate. He stood up, his movements slow, deliberate. His eyes never left Jordan’s as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts and underwear. In one fluid motion, he pushed them down his hips. His thick, cut cock sprang free, fully erect and impressively long. It was a beautiful, pale column of flesh, and the movement sent a visible jolt through it. A large, glistening drop of precum welled from the slit and oozed down the side. Jordan’s mouth went completely dry. He was so transfixed, so utterly turned on by the sight of his best friend standing there, proudly displaying himself, that he could only stare, his own cock throbbing in a frantic, demanding rhythm. “Your turn,” Jared breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Show me.” There was no hesitation now. Jordan stood, his fingers fumbling with his own button and zipper. He shoved his clothes down, letting his own hard, six-inch erection bob into view. The cool air was a shock against his feverish skin. They stood there, just a few feet apart, completely exposed. No words were needed. It was all understood in the heaving of their chests and the silent, hungry looks they gave each other’s bodies. Almost in unison, their hands went to their own cocks, beginning to stroke. It was a show. A performance for an audience of one. Their shirts came off, tossed aside. They kicked free of their shorts and underwear, leaving them standing naked, closer now. The space between them crackled with unsaid want. Jordan’s eyes were fixed on Jared’s hand, on the way his foreskin glided smoothly, slicked by his own abundant precum. “Man, I wish I had lube too,” Jordan muttered, his own dry strokes starting to chafe. “I can help you,” Jared said, his voice husky. He stepped forward, so close now Jordan could feel the heat radiating from his body. Jared wrapped his hand around his own cock and gave it two firm, slow pulls, collecting the clear fluid beading at his tip. Then he reached out, his movements hesitant for only a second, before he smeared his warm, slick precum directly onto Jordan’s shaft. The sensation was electric. So warm. So wet. A low groan was torn from Jordan’s throat. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” “You like that?” Jared asked, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fierce excitement. “Yeah.” They stepped even closer, until their bodies were almost touching. Jared reached down, his slick hand wrapping around both of their cocks. He gave an experimental stroke, and the feeling was utterly mind-blowing. Their shafts slid together, glistening, Jared’s precum making the friction deliciously smooth and wet. “Feels so good on my dick, bro,” Jordan gasped, his hips beginning to move on their own. “Yeah, same here,” Jared moaned, his grip tightening. Their free hands began to explore, tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Jared’s fingers wrapped around Jordan’s length, stroking him in time with his own thrusts into their shared grip. Jordan did the same, his hand closing around Jared’s hot, velvety skin. It was thicker than he’d imagined, a solid, pulsing weight in his hand. They looked up from the erotic sight of their intertwined hands and their cocks sliding together. Their eyes met. The confusion was gone, burned away by a pure, unadulterated need. Without a word, they leaned in, and their mouths met in a clumsy, desperate kiss. It was all heat and wetness and the faint taste of whisky. They kissed deeply, tongues exploring as their hands worked each other’s cocks, their rhythms faltering, becoming frantic. “I wanna taste you,” Jordan panted against Jared’s lips, the desire overwhelming him. He sank to his knees, his world narrowing to the beautiful cock in front of him. He took the head into his mouth, lapping at the precum there, savoring the musky, salty taste. He swirled his tongue, sucking gently, and Jared’s strangled cry of “Oh, fuck…” was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard. He didn’t last long, the novelty and intensity too much, before he rose, his own need paramount. Jared understood instantly. He dropped to his own knees, taking Jordan’s slick length into his mouth with an eager hunger, mimicking what Jordan had done. The hot, wet suction made Jordan’s knees buckle. He buried his hands in Jared’s hair, his head falling back. Soon, they were side-by-side on the edge of the bed, kissing again, their hands roaming over each other’s chests and stomachs, before returning to stroke their own cocks, the visual of the other fueling the fire. “I’m getting close, man,” Jared warned, his voice tight and strained. “So close.” The words were a trigger. “Me too. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Jordan gasped, his orgasm rushing up on him like a freight train. “Kiss me,” Jared demanded, pulling him in. “Kiss me while we cum.” Their mouths crashed together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss as their hands flew over their cocks. The world dissolved into pure sensation. A second later, Jordan’s whole body seized, a muffled, guttural moan swallowed by Jared’s mouth as his cock jerked violently, sending thick ropes of cum shooting up onto his stomach and chest. Jared’s own muffled cry followed instantly, his hot release joining Jordan’s, his body shuddering against him. They kept kissing through the aftershocks, their hands slowly, tenderly, stroking their own spent, slick cocks, mingling their releases.

This started just over 3 weeks ago. While walking my dog after work one afternoon in my usual outfit of denim shorts and a white wife-beater...met Mauro, maybe 50, Blatino, 6", a little heavier than me, maybe 195, dressed in snug blue jeans and ratty pullover, friendly guy, says he lives a few blocks from me. Mauro walks up to me and asks about my dog. Says he's seen me several times and wants to know if I'm married. Married? Hell no. I have enough trouble with the dog. We head back toward my place and he asks about my apt and the bldg. 96 yrs old and needs some work. He asks to see my apt. We go in, talk a while when he finally gets to the point ... he asks if I'm gay, says its hard to tell, Yes. Asks if I party .. Sometimes. More questions then I send him on his way, I get up at 4a for work and have too much to do. He says he'll drop-by sometime ... Just after 9:00 that night, someone is knocking at the back door. Late eve uninvited guests are rare and I would usually know when someone was dropping by anyway. I answer and it's Mauro from earlier. He's still in jeans but now also wearing a white wife-beater. He says he has some supplies. Okay, come on in for a minute... He drops his backpack on the living room floor. Pulls out a water bottle and a small towel. In the towel he has a loaded pipe and a small red torch. Have a seat. He says he borrowed some shit (his words!) from his friend and wanted to see if I liked it. We talk for a few minutes then he gives me the pipe and torch. Yeah, I'll try one hit then I'll try to direct him out. I light up and see that the pipe bowl has a couple large rocks in it. The torch melts the T in just seconds, massive clouds form. I take my hit and get filled very quick... massive cloud ... massive head rush ... gawd ... I try to hand it back to Manny but he asks if it's good and says to do one more hit. Damn T is very good, my head is already filling and I feel it really well ... I take another big hit ..., he sits in front of me rubbing his crotch .. is it good? Hell yeah. He just sits back and I take two more deep hits ... he asks if I have any plans tonight .. I pull off my shirt, shoes, then my shorts, no underwear ... he says to stand up. I stand.. he asks where the bedroom is. I say to stand up and drop the futon ... seem to be moving very slow ... he opens his jeans and his 7"dick flops out ... long thick uncut meat ... a lot of foreskin ... I drop and slowly take his dick full down my throat ... he grabs my head .. I bury my face in his pubes and swallow his meat.. still getting harder .... the damn thing reaches full size down my throat ... he groans and grinds into my face .... He pulls out, strips, gets on the bed and lies back. I lean over him and suck on his hard dick ... full sized and hard as a damn steel rod .. close to 1.5" of foreskin still hanging off the end. He reaches back behind me and begins to tease my ass ... just light probing and rubbing my hole ... I deep throat his meat as he humps up into me ... he's groaning and slowly getting more aggressive on my hole ... licking his fingers and working one deeper into me. Half hour of this .. sucking and ass tease .. He says to straddle his face ....I climb over him, he reaches up and he pulls me down to his face .. eats my ass slow .. just light tongue at first while I bury my face back into his crotch .. he slowly gets deeper into it and me ... tongue fucking my hole .. working a finger in then deep tongue again ... I sit up and move down onto his face .. he begins to feast on my ass... chewing and sucking on my now soggy hole .. he'spulling my hips down to get in deeper . I lean back down and get his rod full buried down my throat .. at least 8" of dark uncut meat .. sucking and chewing on his foreskin ... sucking on and licking his massive hairy balls and sack ... he's got a rubber cockring around his balls .. damn things must hang a good 6-7 inches from his crotch ... Another half hour ... he says he needs to get up .. I move off and stay down on my knees .. try to get my head clear a bit ... he moves behind me, pulls my ass up a little higher and drives his tongue back in ... he's grinding my ass ... chewing on my ass lips ... shoving his tongue in deep, running around my hole ... he spits on my asshole then drives his tongue back in several times .... I'm moaning like a fucking pig ... giving him as much access as I can... He pulls away, pulls my hips back and then I feel his foreskin at my now very wet sloppy hole. I reach under and push his foreskin back off the head, line up his dick on my asslips and back my ass onto his meat.... Pull my legs forward to get him as deep as I can ... I can feel every inch .. FUCK .... He gets into a rhythm and fucks me steady ... I grind back on his pubes ... his big balls swinging and slapping my balls and now T-dick. ... he gets me on my side, leg up .. deeper fuck ... I feel him hitting and the head passing through my 2nd ring .. he's groaning loud .... we're both are soaked with sweat ... his fucking feels so damn good .... he gets the pipe .. two more hits ... not me, buried in his fucking ... he pulls out, says leg cramp ... I roll on my back, he pushes my legs back ... he lines up and slides/slams in ... hard deep fuck now ... slamming into my ass .. I reach back and grab his ass, pulling him in deeper with each thrust ... he's groaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear outside ... I'm telling him to fuck me .... he groans "FUCK" once and slows down .. I feel his dick throbbing, pumping his load into me ... 7-8-9-10... shots... fuck ... Both soaked in sweat, he's raining sweat on me ... he leans down and bites my nipples hard .. he saw that I had been twisting and pulling on my tits ... ... long pause ... he pulls out slow ... I reach back and feel his dick and my hole soaked with cum .... I finger myself ... damn... filled with his seed ... he asks if I want to shit it out .. hell no .. no way in hell .. I'm keeping in me all damn night I ask, he says he's okay ... wiped out but feeling good. We get up, I walk him to the bathroom to shower. I go back to the living room, drop back on the floor and work my cum soaked hole, his massive cum load.. damn ... get up and grab a butt plug from the toy box. .. drop back onto the floor and work the plug in ..... don't want to lose any of the load ... I lie there with the plug in, notice he's come back from the bathroom, watching me ... says he'd fuck me again if he could ... likes the plug, says he has a couple toys I might like .. He dresses .. I get us some water ... he says that if I want, he can get a ball of the shit for me .. just text him ... says he wants to fuck my ass again .... says he'll be waiting for my text... says he can get anything I want ... I'm barely tuned-in .... loaded with T and cum ... flying... he lights again, hands pipe and torch to me, can barely hold steady, he holds and lights for me .. another big hit .... fucking good ..... Mauro gets his pack, I very slowly get to my feet and follow him out .. still naked ... too dark for anyone to notice though ... Very slowly managed to calm down ... breathing very rough and heart-rate very high but did get better. Damn potent stuff . Damn good shit!! Plug stayed in all night and most of the next day.... felt damn good ....

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Sorry I messed up pasting chapter 5;in the previous post.m FULL CHAPTER 5 The walk back to the truck was a blur of buzzing adrenaline and sticky, cooling skin. The humid evening air did little to cut through the heat radiating off their bodies. They didn’t speak until the cab doors were closed, sealing them in a silent, private world. “Holy fucking shit,” Jared finally breathed, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white. He turned to Jordan, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and disbelief. “Did that just happen?” Jordan could only nod, a slow, dazed smile spreading across his face. His heart was still thumping a wild, erratic rhythm against his ribs. “It happened.” The words felt inadequate. What they’d done, what they’d been a part of, was more than an event; it was a seismic shift. A door had been blown off its hinges, and a whole new world of hungry, deviant possibility sprawled out before them. The confusion was gone, replaced by a crystal-clear, thrilling hunger. Jared started the engine, but didn’t put the truck in gear. He just looked at Jordan, the yellow light from the dashboard softening the sharp lines of his face. “That… turned me on. More than anything ever has.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Watching that guy use his Twink… fuck. And the way he looked at us. He wanted us to watch. He wanted us to join.” “Me too,” Jordan admitted, the confession feeling like a weight lifting off his chest. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He paused, the memory of the woods mingling with an older, more private fantasy. “But you know what really gets me? Those videos. The ‘straight guys go gay for pay’ ones.” Jared raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on his lips. “Yeah? Which part? The guy getting paid?” Jordan shook his head, his pulse kicking up a notch. This was a deeper truth, one he’d never voiced. “No. I used to think that. But now… I think I want to be the one on my knees. The one making the straight guy feel so good he forgets about the money. Forgets he’s even with a guy.” The silence in the cab was electric. Jared’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to Jordan’s mouth for a tantalizing second. “Fuck, Jordan. That’s… let’s do it.” The plan formed with a frantic, giddy energy once they got back to Jordan’s house, his parents safely out of town for the weekend. They downloaded three different hookup apps, their shoulders pressed together as they hunched over Jordan’s phone. They crafted an ad together, Jared’s fingers flying over the screen: “Generous couple looking for curious straight guys. Discretion assured. $200 for your time.” The responses were immediate. A barrage of dick pics from guys named ‘Daddy’ and ‘HungTop,’ their profiles filled with gym selfies and lewd propositions. Jordan swiped left on all of them, a knot of disappointment forming in his stomach. This felt seedy, not thrilling. Then, a new notification popped up. The username was just ‘B_Blake22’. The profile picture was a cleverly angled shot of a torso, from the chin down to the hips, obscuring the face but showcasing a lean, toned stomach and a prominent bulge in grey sweatpants. But it was the series of small, intricate floral tattoos curling around the hip bone and trailing down the thigh that made Jordan freeze. “No way,” Jared whispered, snatching the phone. He zoomed in on the tattoos. “Is that…?” “Blake Miller,” Jordan finished, his mouth going dry. “It’s him. He’s the only guy in our class with ink like that.” A shocked, giddy excitement replaced the disappointment. They messaged back, their hearts in their throats. The conversation was stilted, transactional. Blake was direct. He needed money for car repairs. He’d never done anything with a guy. He wasn’t gay. Each denial sent a fresh, illicit thrill straight to Jordan’s groin. They arranged the meet. Jordan’s house. An hour. When the doorbell rang, the sound was like a gunshot in the quiet house. Jordan opened the door to find Blake standing there, hands shoved in his pockets, looking exactly as he had in the hallways of their high school—handsome, athletic, radiating a familiar, straight-boy confidence. His eyes darted past Jordan, and his jaw went slack when he saw Jared leaning against the living room archway. “Jared? Jordan?” Blake’s face cycled through confusion, shock, and a flicker of panic. “What the hell? I… I didn’t know… I mean, your ad…” “We know,” Jared said, his voice calm, a sly smile on his face. “Come in, man. It’s cool.” Blake stepped inside hesitantly, his eyes wide. “Look, I’m not gay,” he blurted out, as if saying it enough would make it true. “I just… the money. I’ve never even thought about…” “We get it,” Jordan said, his own voice surprisingly steady even as his cock began to thicken, pressing against his zipper. The denial was like gasoline on the fire of his arousal. “Beer?” They sat on the couch, the three of them, making awkward small talk for ten minutes, two beers doing little to cut the thick tension. Jared finally stood up and retrieved an envelope from the kitchen counter, placing it on the coffee table. The stack of cash was impossible to ignore. Blake stared at it, then drained his bottle. “Okay,” he said, his voice low. “Okay. What… what do you want me to do?” Jordan’s mouth was desert-dry. This was it. He looked at Jared, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod, then pulled out his phone, tapping the screen to start recording. The red light was a tiny, glowing eye of permission. Jordan slid off the couch onto his knees on the rug. The movement felt natural, powerful. He looked up at Blake, who was watching him with a mixture of fear and a dark, curious interest. Jordan reached out, his fingers trembling only slightly, and placed his palm on the outside of Blake’s jeans. He could feel the heat, the solid shape of him beneath the denim. He rubbed slowly, firmly, and felt the flesh beneath his hand begin to swell and harden. “Oh, fuck,” Blake muttered, his head falling back against the couch cushion, his eyes squeezing shut. Jordan worked the button of his jeans, then the zipper. The sound was obscenely loud. He pushed the rough fabric aside and reached into the opening of Blake’s boxers. His fingers brushed against coarse pubic hair, then found the hot, smooth skin of his cock. It was already half-hard, thickening rapidly under his touch. It was a nice cock, cut, with a slight, graceful upward curve. Perfect. “Stand up,” Jordan whispered. Blake complied, a marionette on a string of desire and cash. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one clumsy motion, his cock springing free. It was fully erect now, thick and veiny, the head flushed a deep, angry red. He sat back down, his legs spread, putting his masculinity on full, vulnerable display. Jared moved closer, phone held steady, the lens capturing every twitch, every flicker of expression. Jordan didn’t waste time. He leaned forward, his face inches from Blake’s groin. He could smell the clean, musky scent of him. He started by licking a slow, wet stripe from the base of his balls all the way up the underside of his shaft. Blake jolted, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. Jordan did it again, and again, lapping at him like a decadent treat, coating his length in a glossy layer of saliva. He took one of Blake’s balls into his mouth, sucking gently, rolling it with his tongue. “Jesus…” Blake breathed, his hands gripping the couch cushions. Finally, Jordan guided the head of Blake’s cock to his lips. He paused, making eye contact with Jared over Blake’s thigh, seeing the raw hunger in his best friend’s eyes. Then he opened his mouth and took Blake in. The effect was instantaneous. Blake’s eyes rolled back into his head, a long, low moan tearing from his chest. His whole body trembled. The sheer, unadulterated look of pleasure on his face was a drug. It made Jordan feel powerful, wanted, needed. He dove deeper, taking more of him, relaxing his throat until his nose was buried in Blake’s pubes. He started to move, establishing a steady rhythm, his hand working the base as his mouth suctioned the length. And then Blake started talking, his voice a ragged, broken thing. “Yeah… fuck… swallow my cock.” His instructions were no longer for Jordan, but for Jared. “Look at him… look at him suck me. Such a good mouth. Slower… oh god, slower. Feels so good. Faster now. Deeper. Stroke me while you suck me. Just like that. Keep going. I’m getting so close.” Jordan felt the cock in his mouth pulse, the veins thickening. He could taste the first salty-sweet hint of precum. He pulled off, letting Blake’s wet, slick dick slap against his stomach. Blake whimpered at the loss. “No, don’t stop… please…” Jordan waited, letting the edge of orgasm recede. He wanted to own this moment, to control this straight boy’s pleasure completely. He took him back into his mouth, building him up again with deep, passionate sucks, his tongue swirling around the frenulum. He brought him right back to the brink, feeling Blake’s thighs tense, his abs clench. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” Blake begged, his voice cracking. Again, Jordan pulled off, a string of saliva and precum connecting his lips to the glistening purple head. He was playing him like an instrument, and he loved it. “Please,” Blake sobbed, his composure completely shattered. “Let me cum. Please, I need to cum.” Jordan looked at Jared, who was furiously stroking his own hard cock with his free hand, his breathing as ragged as Blake’s. Jordan gave a single, decisive nod. Now. He took Blake’s cock deep, deeper than before, burying it in his throat and holding it there. He looked up, meeting Blake’s desperate, pleading eyes. “I’m cumming!” Blake shouted, his body bowing off the couch. The first pulse was a violent, shocking burst of heat against the back of Jordan’s throat. He swallowed instinctively, and the action seemed to trigger a cataclysm within Blake. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot down his throat, each pulse accompanied by a guttural, almost pained moan from Blake. His body shook uncontrollably, his hands gripping Jordan’s hair, holding him in place as he emptied himself completely. When the last shudder passed, Blake collapsed back against the couch, panting, his eyes glazed over. He looked down at Jordan, who was still kneeling between his legs, a trail of cum on his chin. A look of pure, unadulterated disbelief washed over his face. “I’ve… I’ve never felt anything… so good in my life,” he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Never… from anyone…”

There might be another competition between the brothers--who can be the sluttier one. Luke definitely has stepped out of his "comfort zone" when he voluntarily lets a strange poz man have his way and breed Luke deeply and thoroughly within literally minutes of arriving at the beach. He then sees Tony getting recharged himself, so he finds a poz couple and gets double-teamed by Aaron and Darren. As they say, Luke behaved like a kid in a candy store on the beach--partaking of the variety of guys on the beach and their poz loads. Who knows--Maybe, Tony will experience a second fuck flu, and there will be three men seroconverting together soon. We got a glimpse of what to expect from Mark and Thomas' sex tour. Chad deposited his toxic cum into Thomas. Will Luke want Chad to breed him as well now that he knows Chad is poz and Luke is not on PrEP? Oh the web that the poz brotherhood creates! It's a who has topped or bottommed for whom scenario. I will be curious to learn how many shared tops the brothers will have when their pozzing journeys are finished. Eagerly waiting for the next chapter...

Part 8 I smile at the picture of Mark sleeping on Thomas’ shoulder, before I put the phone back into my pocket. They are heading to a poz sex tour, whatever that is, but for me it is going to be another kind of poz adventure today. Tony is driving us to a private gay beach, his gift giver Alan has recommended. I haven’t met Alan yet, but he sounds like a fun guy. The drive takes over an hour, but Tony and I enjoy the scenery around us. Finally, we arrive in front of an iron gate, which opens as soon as we drive into view of the camera. Tony had to register his number plate beforehand. As we park the car a naked older man comes to us and greets us with a big bear hug. ‘Welcome to Paradize, My name is Beau, Alan told me to hold an eye out for you two.’ ‘Hey’ Tony and I say a little nervous. I look around and see a sign on the wall. Three simple rules: No clothes no condoms no negativity ‘Oh, yes, our rules. I think they are easy to follow, condoms only produce litter, why would anyone want those at the beach. For the clothes, there are changing rooms over there as well as lockers, but of course you could also change here at the car park and put everything in your car. For the negativity part, I guess Alan told you, that this is a private beach for poz men and their friends.’ ‘Ah, not really, he just said, we would have fun’ Tony answers for us both ‘Oh, put one of you is poz, right?’ ‘Yeah, that would be me, Tony … nice to meet you’ ‘You too’ Beau says ‘so, that would mean you are Luke and you are neg at the moment.’ ‘That’s right’ I say, ‘is this a problem?’ ‘Not at all, but you just have to wear this wristband. It shows to the others that you are neg, some of our visitors only want to have sex with other poz men, so they probably won’t come to you. But others are quite horny to get some neg cock and ass, that’s why I think you will be popular today.’ ‘Oh, that sound like great fun’ ‘It is you two, now get out of those clothes and head to the beach, and a day full of sun, water, sex and pozzibilities. Have fun.’ While we walk naked to the beach, I look at the blue wristband, which makes me feel a little nervous, but Tony takes my hand, and I start to relax. I have been off PrEP now for ten days, even though, I only managed to tell my brother yesterday. But I needed to be sure first, and taking Tony’s poz cock every day for the last week just felt right. The beach is beautiful, we look for a perfect spot to relax, but there are already a lot of naked men, lying around. We decide to put our towels in the middle of the hustle, as we are both slowly getting hard. While we make ourselves comfortable, a man steps behind me, his shadow falling over me. He started to put his hand on my lower back, but I turned around rather quickly, and now his hand lies above my cock. I feel his strong and rough hands on my skin, before I manage to look him into his hazel eyes. He looks hot, my cock betraying me as it becomes rock-hard immediately, but his body is just perfection. Not the gym kind of muscle guy, but muscles because of hard work. The roughness of his hands, the lines in his face, the strength in his shoulders. This is a man of purpose, a man of power. He probably is around 40, twice my age, but I fancy him, a lot. Without uttering a single word, he takes my hand and guides me to his towel, which shows a big biohazard symbol. I sit myself down, but he positions me on my back. He pulls my legs apart and lets his body fall slowly down on me. When we are face to face, his eyes wander over my face, before he changes his position slightly, his cock now on my hole. No words have been spoken so far, when I finally want to say something, his mouth meets mine. It is his tongue that penetrates me first, reaching deep into my mouth. My hands slide over his back until they have reached his butt, I signal him with a lustful pull, that he can fuck me now. He didn’t need the encouragement; with slow and considerate pushes he puts pressure on my hole. Suddenly, my body opens up for him, and the tip of his cock enters my ass. But as soon as I am open, he lets all the gentleness go. After the tip he slams his dry cock inside me, his balls hitting my ass, while pain and pleasure run through my body. With increased speed and force he fucks me rough, pushing his cock deeper. As he changes positions again, now holding my legs in his hands, while he focusses on his cock entering me relentlessly, I realise that I am getting fucked in the middle of a beach. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a few men masturbate, while on the right a lot of them just keep going on with their conversations. Sadly, I cannot see Tony, as our spot is over my head. This moment of clarity also brings to me the realisation, that this man is poz, as he is not wearing a blue wristband. So, this man is the first poz cock after Tony, that fucks me since I’m off PrEP, he might be the one to convert me or give the gift, and I have no idea who he is. Another change in position brings me back to the fuck. The man has now put one of my legs over his should, while he pushes the other to the side. My hole is more exposed than before, and his cock slide in more deeply. He increases his thrust again, and starts to lean forward, bringing his body and my leg towards my chest. With a primal look his eyes focus on my face and he kisses me again, my leg pressed between our bodies. I feel his cock twitching, understanding that this poz man will shoot his toxic load inside me. Again, he increases his thrusting and with a final push he comes deep inside me, his warm toxic cum buried deep. He pulls out immediately and offers me his cock for cleaning. I sit myself up, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth licking the mixture of poz cum, ass juice and sweat. As I finally let his cock leave my mouth I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip, buried under his pubic hair. He kisses me a final time, and then he lays down on his towel, apparently done with me. I get up and want to walk back to Tony, but my towel and Tony are occupied as he is getting fucked by a massive bodybuilder. A little unsure what to do, with the cum of the last fuck still inside me, I turn around to the men, who masturbated while I was getting fucked. My instinct was right, they waved me to come to them, so I did. In less than a minute I have my second cock of the day in my ass and another in my mouth. Apparently, the man, who has his cock up my ass is Aaron, a big beefy bear, probably in his early 30s. He is incredibly hairy, especially his back, with a huge cock and a shining biohazard tattoo on his hip. In my mouth I have his husband, Darren, a skinny, smooth twink my age. After the silent fuck of the man before, Aaron startles me as he starts to dirty talk, but I get into the rhythm rather quickly. ‘Well, you little bug chaser slut, let me knock you up. My husband has already gotten the gift from me, so you will receive it too. I’m quite the twink converter.’ ‘Yes, Aaron, give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot you toxic poz load inside me.’ ‘Come on hubby, knock him up, this little slut works hard for your poz cum, so give it to him’ The talk turns us three into wild animals, despite rough almost violent thrusting inside my holes, they also scratch and bite my back, shoulders and ass. Darren, takes his cock out of my mouth to position himself below me, now sucking me off, I bend further down, retaking his cock in my mouth. It only takes us two a few minutes to shoot our loads while 69ing. His cum tastes very sweet, I make sure to swallow every little drop of it. He also takes all my cum into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He comes to my face and gives me a deep kiss, making sure I swallow almost all of my own cum, which is a little bitter, but still fucking tasty. Aaron is still fucking me, while we two snowball each other, but I feel his cock twitching inside me, getting ready to take another poz load today. He takes me by the arms and pulls my back towards his hairy chest, when he positioned me as he wanted, his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. I can feel all the eyes of the men on the beach on me as Aaron increases his thrusting. With a final push against my ass, his load of toxic cum is shot into my ass. It takes him almost eleven shoots to empty his balls completely inside me. During that time he bit me in my shoulder again, this time leaving stronger marks. I fall back on all fours, getting an encouraging slap on the ass from Aaron. ‘That was great, we should do this again, we are here the whole day’ I make my way back to my towel, which is now free. Tony lying happily on his own. As I sit myself down, I feel something sticky on my ass, apparently the guys who fucked Tony left a souvenir for me on my towel. So, the slut I am I lick it clean as no load can go to waste. Tony laughs and then gives me a deep kiss. Within minutes we two are fucking each other, enjoying the feeling of being watched. We stay at the beach until late afternoon and leave with a lot more loads inside us, a second and third from Aaron and Darren. My hole is wracked, and all the cum is dripping out freely while I walk back to the car. I hand in my blue wristband, hoping that the next time I won’t need it any more. While we are on the way back home, my phone rings. I have gotten two new messages, one from Mark and one from Chad, which is weird as Chad and I haven’t spoken for two weeks now. The one from Mark reads: Hi Luke, just to let you know we have landed safely. We will talk to you tomorrow, apparently Thomas has to be initiated as he is one of only four neg men here. Hope you had fun at the beach. The other is from Chad: Hi, Lukey, guess who is on the same poz sex tour as your one and only former fuckbuddy. Right, you 'straight' brother and he lost initiation today, but see for yourself. I reluctantly open a picture he has send me, and on it I see Chad, now with a fresh biohazard tattoo around his belly button, fucking my smiling brother.

My boy and I had a few weeks off for vacation and decided to buy a beat-to-shit car and drive cross country. We figured we'd make it to San Francisco, fuck around in some sleazy bars, and then fly home. We drove for a few days, changing off who was driving every so often. Somewhere in Iowa, my boy was driving as I was dozing. It was early evening, and I was beat, hoping to find a motel with wifi so I could log on and see if I could get some corn-fed hicks to come fill up and stretch out my boy's hole. We don't believe in condoms and sharing his sweet hole with guys, POZ or not, is my favorite thing in the world. Spit, dick, and ass. That's all we need. I guess we've both taken dozens of POZ loads and hundreds of loads we didn't ask about. We haven't been tested, but if we're not sick, it's a fucking miracle. With my eyes closed, I sensed the car coming to a halt. I opened one eye as my boy was opening his door. He said, “Gotta piss. Be right back.” We were in an empty parking lot outside of a roadside rest stop. After glancing at the clock in the radio, I went back to sleep figuring we'd be on our way in a bit. I was woken by the sound of a motorcycle stopping. Twenty minutes had gone by. I opened my eyes in time to see a tall hunky redhead with a mustache hopping off his bike. Sexy sunglasses, leather boots and jacket, tight jeans, the works. I wondered what could possibly be keeping my boy? I dozed off again for about five minutes, and noticed the motorcycle was still there. I figured I could piss too, so I headed in. I headed in to a dimly fluorescent-lit tiled room with a filthy piss trough, a leaky sink, and one big stall. I didn't hear anything, so I thought I'd investigate the stall. When the plywood door swung open, there was my slutty boy on his knees, jeans at his ankles, quietly sucking the motorcycle stud's cock for all he was worth. The fucker still had his sunglasses on too. The stud didn't seem bothered by the arrival of a new-cummer. He was pulling my boy's hair, skull fucking his face. “You want some of this?,” he asked. “Hell, I can have it anytime I want. He's my boy,” I replied. He must have though I meant my son. He quickly pulled my boy's head off his huge spit-slick cock and said, “Shit, man! I'm sorry. I didn't know.” “Didn't know what? That I get off watching him take stranger's cum?” With that, he smiled, and went back to face-fucking my boy slut. I wriggled my jeans down and started nursing my cock to full hardness. I bent down and after rearranging my boy, stuck my tongue as far up his hole as possible, working in two, then three, then four fingers. I figured this guy's thick cock would delight my boy more if he was properly stretched out. My own cock was drooling it's own questionable juice, so I scooped up a bit in my hand and asked, “You want this up his hole or on your meat?” He pulled my boy off and lubed up his already-wet cock with my juice. He swung my boy around so he could get at his loosened hole. “Want me to bag up,” he said as he grinned. “What for? Got anything we should know about?” “Uh, yeah.” “Can't be something he doesn't already have. Stick it in.” That was all the invitation this stud, who was infected with -BLANK-, needed. In one thrust, his beer-can thick cock was balls deep in my boy's hole. He squirmed with delight as the guy thrusted in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My boy was trying to blow me but was having such a good time, it was all he could do to hold himself up and off the filthy tiled floor. I pulled back to enjoy the view, slowly jerking myself as I watched this fucker go to town on my boy's sensitive vulnerable raw hole. The stud took raised his sunglasses to his forehead with one hand, revealing the sexiest clear blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked directly at me and asked, “Can I breed him?” “What the fuck do you think?” The stud's thrusts got faster and faster and he finally lunged forward, loading my boy's hole up with some unknown sort of toxic spooge. As soon as he stopped shuddering, my boy swung around to clean off his poisoned dick. Not knowing what the stud had made it so hot to watch as my boy licked off his own ass juices and toxic cum. I shoved my dick as deeply as it would go into my boy's wrecked pussy and came after a few intense seconds, forcing the stranger's load deeper and deeper into my boy's guts. I pulled up my jeans as the stranger did the same. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced his tongue down my throat. I nearly came a second time. He looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “Hope you guys have a good doctor. You're going to need it.” With that, he pulled away, put his sunglasses back on, and strode out of the stall. I smiled at my boy, curled up on the cold tile, legs spread wide, shoving four fingers in his drippy hole as he brought himself to climax, covering his tight abs and chest with his own questionable cum. I picked him up, and helped him dress, not letting him clean off or wash up. I scooped my boy up in my arms and brought him back to the car. I poured him into the back seat and started the engine. I noticed a piece of paper that had been shoved under the windshield wipers. In barely-legible script was written, “that was hot. your boys hole milked out a toxic aids load. should i have told you first?” Hell no. Breed first, ask questions later.

can't wait to this getting even more kinky

Chapter 6 ——- Jacob ———— As lay in bed waiting for the alarm to go off I thought back on my first two weeks working at the pizza sho. The time had flown by. I was really loving it here. The other guys were great and a lot of fun to work with. I had hung out with Trev a few more times outside of work since that first night. He even invited me to a small party he threw last weekend. Nothing huge or outrageous, just a group of about 25 guys hanging out, talking, drinking, listening to music, and munching on snacks. He even had that one game with the small bean bags and boards with a hole in it, whatever that was called, in his backyard. Buck and Ant had been really cool by letting Kenny and Lance off at 8pm that night, covering the close so they could make the party. Then they showed up at the party for a few minutes after the shop was closed to say hi before going home. I had grown close with all the guys, but particularly Trev. He seemed to treat me like his little brother, even though I was taller than him, and always made sure I got to and from work safe. Never let me have two many nights home alone. Helped me with my plans to move out. He was just so nice and protective. I really am started to feel like I am part of the family at the shop. Even Buck and Ant were super cool. They rarely played the boss card, always jumped in and helped anytime we got busy, and seemed to genuinely care about us. I also still had a killer crush on Buck. I mean all the guys were hot. Hell I’d seen Ant’s dick and I’d not turn it down if it was offered. But my heart and dick still was stuck on Buck. However much I was crushing on my boss I knew it had to be pushed down. I now knew Buck was gay, but he hadn’t seemed interested in me beyond an employee and I wasn’t going to risk my job by hitting on him. Especially now that I was starting to get somewhere in saving too move out. I had worked a full 40 hours my first week and the another 43 hours this last week. The shop did paychecks weekly for hours and credit card tips and I got my first check last Wednesday. I was stunned. Between that check, which I deposited immediately to my credit union account, and the cash tips I had saved $1257. Plus my next check should be close to $500, same as my last one was. That would be direct deposited this next Wednesday to add to my piggy bank. I had only spent money on my work shoes, a few pairs of work pants, some hygiene products, few necessary odds and ends, and of course my “rent”. I thought I’d have to pay for my other work shirts but when Ant gave me my addition 3 shirts when fedex delivered them he said it was on the shop and they were mine to keep. I had been really lucky with good tips and I had only been spending money when really necessary. I need to save as much as I could as quick as possible to escape Ralph and the house. I’d miss my mom but I could still visit or go to lunch with her. I just couldn’t live under his rules much longer. I had paid him on the first of the month like I was told to, and he immediately started question me about my pay and tips. How did I come up with so much so quick since I’d only work 4 shifts before I paid him. I told him I’d had old birthday money saved up that I used with my tips. He maybe a boarder line idiot and alcoholic, but he knew how to sniff out money and any lies around it. Luckily that day he accepted my explanation but he had deep suspicion in his eyes. I had taken to go to the atm after work to deposit my tips every night when possible. If I couldn’t for some reason I keep the tips hidden on me all night. I never had more than $20 to $30 out where he could see it at a time. I wouldn’t put it past him to sneak in my room when I was gone either so I never left money at the house. I really didn’t like having to hide my money, it made me feel so uncomfortable and like I’d lost my “home”. But even if I managed to save all my tips this week and add my pay check Wednesday, I probably have less than $2000. Trev had helped me look for places around the neighborhood and around the shop. All of them were expensive and required deposits along with first and last month’s rent. Plus while I’d started building my credit it wasn’t that high yet, so that generally meant I’d need a co-signer or an even bigger deposit according to the apartment websites. Then there was the deposit to get the utilities in my name, I’d have to get a new phone (I wasn’t going to be dependent on Ralph for anything), and I need a bed, sofa, tv, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, and things I probably wasn’t even thinking about. Just thinking about it had me overwhelmed. I got up since I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my phone and I still had 20 mins till my alarm was set to go off. I shut it off and went to the bathroom to shower. I got dressed and got all my stuff together. I walked out into the living room and to my surprise Ralph was sitting in his recliner drinking a cup of coffee. “Trying to sneak out before I am up again are you? I wanted to talk to you for days!” He sneered at me. That was news to me. All week he had either been out late at the bar or in already in bed when I got home. Then when I got up at my normal time in the mornings for work he was still asleep. “I didn’t know you wanted to talk to me Ralph. But can I wait, I am opening this morning. I don’t want to be late.” I said in a snarky tone, more than I normally would have. My sour mood from the thought of all the cost of moving out was still effecting me. Plus as I laid there bed I become and more resentful of this man. He contributed little and demanded so much. “Don’t you sas me boy. Just because you making a little money, and I mean little based on your tips you been bring home, you aren’t grown! You will listen to me!” He said raising his voice. That was all I could take. My temper broke and I couldn’t help it. “You know what Ralph, why don’t you just go fuck yourself.” I said while I looked at him like the useless parasite I had come to know him to be. I saw the shock in his face before I turned and walked out the door. I had never talked to him like that. I had got on my bike and was already riding away when he yelled something at me from the door that I couldn’t hear. I rode as fast as I could toward the shop. My anger driving me for a few blocks. Then what I had done hit me. I had made a mess! I had been disrespectful and cursed. That was not acceptable in my house. Even if I was right, my mom would not be happy with me. She was loving but firm when it came to showing respect to your elders. Ralph would be mad and punish me anyway he could. I don’t think he’d be able to get mom to kick me out over it but I know he’d try and probably threaten if I did it again I’d be gone. I wanted to go but I couldn’t go on my own now, I wasn’t ready. By the time I reached the store I had started crying and when I went to get off the bike I nearly fell. Luckily a pair of strong arms steady me. When I turn to look who had caught me I say Trev looking at me with concern. I fell into his arms and broke down crying. He pulled me into a hug, stroking my head, and whispering reassurances to me. His strong body held me up no problem. I dug my head into his neck and hadn’t even realized anyone else was there till I hear Buck’s deep voice. “What’s going on? What’s wrong? What happened to upset him?” He asked Trev in a very brisk protective tone. “I’n not sure. I was in my car when he came up on his bike. He was riding kinda of shaky so I got out to check on him. That’s when I saw he was crying and he almost fell off his bike so I caught him. I didn’t ask anything, I just hugged him.” Trev responded not moving me and continuing to keep me in a bear hug. “Jacob, can you tell me if you are hurt? Do we need to take you to the doctor?” He asked as I felt his big hand rest against my lower back. I shook my head not moving it from Trev’s neck. I knew I was acting like a baby, and even worst I was doing it in front of my boss. But I couldn’t help it I need to feel safe and I did between these two and my head buried “in the sand” of Trev’s neck. “I think he may have had an argument with his step dad. I know it’s been tense between them for a while.” Trev said without going into the details. “Ok, well we need to get him inside and sat down. Jacob, can you let go of Trevor and walk into the store?” Buck asked me softly. Before I could answer that or release his neck Trev picked me up and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “I will get him inside boss. Just get the door.” Trev told Buck as he carried me toward the backdoor. Or I assumed that’s where we went. I was still crying into his neck. I am not sure how long I sat in the break room crying into Trev’s neck. He took us in there and sat down with me on his lap. He held me and continued to try to gently sooth me. Buck had followed us in then left and closed the break room door I guess to give me privacy. When I had finished my breakdown, I felt so ashamed of myself. I pulled my head up and peaked at Trev. He looked at me without judgement. Something like I imagined a brother would look like when comforting his upset sibling. “Are you feeling better Jac” he asked using a nickname he’d started calling me a few days ago. “Yea, but now I feel like a baby. I made such a scene.” I replied sadly. “Hey none of that! You have a right to feel your feelings. There is nothing wrong with needing a cry and hug. That why I have big shoulders, they are here to cry on.” He said as he wiped a tear from my cheek . ”I know you understand Trev, but I just blubbered like a fool in front of Buck!” “He would tell you the same thing and if I wasn’t here he’d of been the first to volunteer his shoulder.” He said with a sincere smile. ”But I do need you to confirm that no one hurt you. No one put their hands on my little bro right?” He said in a tone that made me sure if someone had they’d be getting a serious visit from a very big angry bear. “No, no one hurt me. I just got in an argument with Ralph. Said stuff I shouldn’t have. Then ran out of the house. It hit me how stupid I’d been as I was riding here and then I started to freak out about getting in trouble. Then I guess all the stress and worry just all collided and I kind of lost it. I am lucky you were here or I’d might have been flat on the sidewalk crying with a broken ankle or something.” “Na, we wouldn’t have let that happen Jac, we will always have your back.” Trev told me, which he made sound like an unbreakable promise. We were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I had got off Trev’s lap while we were talking and sat in the chair across from him. Trev got up and walked to the door opening it to allow Buck to join us. “Jacob, are you feeling better?” He asked as he walked over to me and placed a hand on my back and rubbed soothing circles. “Yea, just embraced that I caused such a fuss.” I said looking up at him. “First, I am glad you are feeling better. Second, don’t feel embarrassed, we all have emotions and we all have times when we need to let them out. Would it be okay if Trevor left us so you could tell me what’s going on? Not as your boss, but as a friend that cares about you?” He asked gently and in a way that reassured me I wasn’t in trouble. I nodded and then thanked Trev again before he left us alone in the room. Buck took the seat across from me and put a bottle of cold water on the table next to me. I took a drink and explained everything to Buck. The ultimatum, my relationship or lack of with Ralph, the having to hide money, trying to keep up all the house chores, the stress over the cost of moving out, and finally the argument this morning. He listened intently. Not interrupting. Not trying to minimize my feelings. Not judging me. Just being there for me. When I was done I realized he had been holding my hands the whole time. He gave me a reassuring smile after I had finished. ”Ok, we know the problem we can start working on the solution. I don’t want to overstep, but I can’t sit here and watch someone I care about hurting like this. So, here what I propose: we will take the day off, you will still get paid, and we will figure this out. I won’t let you go home to a place you feel unsafe in.” He told me in his deep caring voice. “Oh I can’t do that. I don’t want take your money and not work. Plus it’s not fair that I put all this on you. I don’t know how long it’s been but I am sure I am already way behind in getting the front ready. And I put Trev behind too. I really need to go out and work.” I said as I stood up to go up front. Buck stood up and blocked my path and gently put his hand and my arms looking me in my eyes. “I love that you care about the shop as that to put opening ahead of taking care of yourself. But I have taken care of all that. I asked Ant to come in once we got you in here. We have done all the opening task. Trevor is working the back and Ant is up front. Lance is coming in early to help cover the lunch rush.” I tried to argue but he put his finger up to my mouth. “No, you are going to listen and not argue now. The shop is taken care of. The boys don’t mind stepping up to help. We will always be here for each other. Now I am taking you to a friend I know in the rental world and we are going to figure this all out.” He told me in a very authoritative but caring tone. We exited the break room and before we left I hugged both Trev and Ant and thanked them for covering. Both just hugged me and told me not to worry about it. Buck took me get something to eat. I hadn’t ate yet and he decided that was the first thing to fix. Next we drove to an office park and meet with his friend, a very nice lady in her late 30s named Bernice. I explained what I had saved and that basically all I’d have to bring is my clothes and personal stuff. She took notes as we talked, probing about what area I was interested in, what type of place I’d like to live in, and other stuff like that. Buck sat next to me the whole time holding my hand. He didn’t try to jump in or answer questions for me, he just was there for me. I didn’t think she’d have anything I could afford or qualify for but I was suprised when she said she had an idea that might just be perfect for me. We followed her out to the parking lot where she gave Buck an address to follow her to. We parked in front of big old house on a quiet street. I think it was only a few blocks from the shop. The house was in good shape, not freshly remodeled but not neglected either. She took me around the side to stairs that led down to a basement door. It had the letter C on the door. Bernice explained the house had been turned into apartments a few years ago and that her company was the management company for the house. This unit had just become available a few weeks ago. It was a small one bedroom. From the front door you walked into the modest living room. Off to one side was a kitchen. Then down a hall was a decent sized bathroom. The hall ended at a fire that led to a medium sized bedroom. She told me the apartment came furnished. That the rent included the water, trash, and yard maintenance. I’d have to get the power switched over to my name within a week. She did say normally a deposit, first and last months rent, a background check, plus a credit check was required. However, the owners made special exceptions for LGBT youth, as they were part of the community. They also knew Buck and since he was willing to co-sign the lease the owners would probably being will to forgo everything but the first months rent, which was $750 a month. Bernice then told me all we’d have to do now if I wanted the place was go back to the office, fill out the application, review the lease, pass a background check (she told me it wouldn’t take 20 minutes ti come back), and then give her my card to run for the rent. I couldn’t believe that it was an actual possibility that I could afford this. On the way back to Bernice’s office I tried to talk Buck out of co-signing saying I didn’t want to take advantage of him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. We got the paperwork done and signed. Bernice got my background check back all clear. She took my bank card and ran it. Once the machine read approved I was a proud renter. I called the power company using the number Bernice provided and was able to get the power put in my name starting tomorrow. It was a $150 deposit as well. They took my card over the phone and just like that I had a power bill. Buck surprised me by stopping at a cell phone store. We walked out 30 minutes later with a new number. My phone was paid off so they were able to just transfer the new number to it. I had to pay a connection fee and start up fee that came to under $100. Buck wanted to buy me a new phone but I wouldn’t let him. Even with the rent, power deposit, and phone costs I still had $250 in my account plus my up coming check. I was astonished this was all possible. As we waited for the phone guy to get everything moved over Buck asked if I knew when my step dad would be gone. I told him he was at work now. At which pint Buck got my address from me. After we left the phone store we went to my house where we were met by Kenny who had moving boxes and tape. They helped me pack everything up and load it into Buck’s truck. When we were done I tried to offer to pay Kenny for helping but he refused and told me scorpion boys stick together and gave me a hug goodbye. We got back to my new apartment and got everything unloaded in to my place. It was almost 4 pm by then. Buck told he was going to check on the shop and told me that I should call my mom while he was gone. He didn’t want her to come home to see me gone without explanation. I managed to catch my mom between her jobs. I explains the argument with Ralph, how I’d been feeling, and that I felt needed to be on my own. She apologized that things had got so bad at home. She just was so busy she hadn’t noticed, but she didn’t use that as an excuse. She promised she still loved me and that I was always welcome. She also said she would make sure to make time to visit with me and do it without Ralph until I felt comfortable seeing him again. Buck came back a little after I finished the call. My bike was in the back of his truck and he had a large pizza with him. He locked my bike up outside my apartment by my door, but not in the way of anything. Then came in and we ate dinner. He took his leave around 6:30 saying I needed to rest and to get comfortable in my space. He told me to text if I needed anything. I walked him out and watched as he backed out of the drive only to got 4 doors down across the street to park in the driveway of a cute cottage house. He got out of his truck and walked to his font door waving me goodnight as he went. I had gone from worried and uncomfortable this morning when I woke up to feeling secure and at ease laying in my bed in my new apartment. All because Buck. While Trev had been my rock this morning when I needed him, and I know he always would be, Buck had been my hero today . ——- Buck ——- I got home from Jacob’s house and closed the door. It had been a hell of a day. I went from concerned to pissed at his deadbeat step dad, to problem solving mode. It was so rewarding to help Jacob get out of that situation. He fought me on a few things I wish he hadn’t but that just showed me he was not looking for a hand out but was willing to take a hand up. I had gotten a hard on watching him content and eating and laughing and joking as we shared the pizza tonight. He was so sexy and he didn’t even know it. I texted Trevor to come over to my place if he was free so I could give him the update. I know this morning he was pissed and wanted to beat Jacob’s step dad to a pulp but Ant had talked him down. He came over and brought beer. I gave him the update on the situation as we drank and told him Jacob’s new address. He gave me shit about moving him closer to me than him so I could play papa scorpion. We laughed at that. We both had been pumped and at on point murderous today. To help alleviate that stress I proposed to Trevor that he let me pound out his tight raw hole and give him a recharge. He readily agreed. I took him to my room and stripped him naked. I put him face down in the bed. I used the straps I had attached to all four corner to tie my kinky boy down. I kissed him deep before I secured the gag into his mouth. I got behind him and started to rub him up and down. Using my nails to lightly scratch his back. I got to his ass and slapped one cheek hard. Then I did the same to the other. I alternated between slapping his cheeks and pulling them apart to eat his tight hole. He was moaning and whining in pleasure as I ate his hole. He tried to push back against my face as I tongued him. His hole was craving my big fat raw poz dick. I got up and removed my pants leaving my shirt and socks on. I got lube from the nightstand and squirted it in his winking hole. I worked two fingers into him. He jumped at first then moaned and pushed back. I worked his hole till I could get 4 fingers in. I was using my other hand to jerk his very fat dick that was positioned downward between his legs. I climbed on the bed on top of him and whispered in his ear as I lined up my dick. I told him to get ready daddy was going to force his poz dick covered in toxic precum into his boy hole. I shoved in him balls deep as I finished my warning. He moaned and try to cry out. I slowly stroked my dick in and out of his poz hole. Working my dirty precum into his bussy. Talking dirty to him as I worked him over. I fucked slowly for a while then picked up speed. Drilling harder and faster with each thrust. Trevor shot a huge load hands free all over the bed making his hole squeeze my dick so tight I dumped my charged cum balls deep into his hole. I flooded him balls deep recharging him with the toxic cum that knocked him up. He moaned and tried to beg for it as it filled him up. I untied and ungaged him. We took a shower to clean off as I provided aftercare to my boy. I kissed him goodnight as he left to go home. I laid in bed naked thinking of the cute boy down the street. He seemed plain and timid to most observers I am sure, but I saw the real him. Strong, daring, brave, and above all sexy. I decide that once he got settled and was ready I’d pursue making him my scorpion boy! ——————- Yea so I got typing and the muse took the move out part way longer than I anticipated. Haha. But I hope it is still a good chapter even if a little lighter on the poz sex stuff this time. Thanks you all again for your positive feedback back and encouragement!

What a shame you are so far away... I'd certainly love to fuck ya, slut. Nothing like ramming my cock in a whore's blown out fuck hole. Sloppy and puffy and fucked up, just how I like it. I'll munch like a starving animal until I'm good and hard and fuck you like a stallion.

A different idea how to enjoy pissplay. I am quite kinky and only bareback. Was only top till about 3 years ago and now definite preference for bottom. Any how about 3 years ago my friend and i used to meet up regularly, party etc. I luv to drink his chem piss straight from tap, but one session after sounding my cock quite roughly and really stretching my piss hole I hade my baby finger tip inside my cock, he stood over me and said take your finger away and hold that piss hole open, i did and next minute he is pissing into my cock. Oh fuck i have never experienced pleasure like that before and now its my chosen way of taking piss.

So here's a new story I'm starting. For you fans of my Prince Eric story, don't worry, I'm still working on that too. I just have soooooo many perverted stories going on in my head I get side tracked and want to get them all out. _________________________________________ Part 1 So I guess it's fair to say I definitely have a type. Young and trashy is what gets my dick hard. You can keep your pretty boy jock types. Give me a scruffy, tattooed, pierced,18, 19, 20 year old piece of skinny white trash any day. If they're straight, even better. There's nothing like getting my 11 inch pierced cock buried in a trashy straight boys hole and breeding him over and over until his stretched out pussy is leaking cum. Especially when I can share him with my buddies. And I've broken in my share of boys over the years, seducing them, corrupting them, destroying them. This is a story about one such boy. My favorite boy. I was very lucky and had an apartment that overlooked a skate park in the seedy part of town. I can't tell you how many hours I spent looking out my window, binoculars in one hand, my big leaking cock in the other, masturbating while I spied on the young men as they did their tricks and stunts. On a good day, some of them would remove their shirts, and I could ogle their thin, pale bodies as I would ejaculate into a glass so I could collect and freeze my loads for future use. One day, in late spring, a new boy started showing up. Sometimes with his girlfriend, sometimes alone. When his girlfriend was there, they'd make out and sometimes disappear into the thick bushes for a while, doing what I could only imagine was sexual. This boy was perfect. He stood probably 6 ft tall and weighed maybe 140 soaking wet. His dirty blond hair was long and hung down over his face. When the wind blew it out of his face, I could see his lower lip had three piercings, one in the middle and one on each corner. Both his eyebrows were pierced as was his septum with a ring that sported a big ball hanging down and his ears were gauged out with large plugs. He also sported some chin scruff that hung down a few inches. His body was a joy to behold. His skinny arms both sported colorful full sleeves with sculls and flames and demons and the like. Above his flat pecs in gothic script was the word respect. A tuft of brown hair sat in the middle of his chest and his nipples sported thick bars in them. His furry belly button was pierced and tatooed with red lips and an arrow that followed his treasure trail pointing to his crotch. His legs were very hairy which almost guaranteed that his ass crack and butthole would be as well. Yummy. And to top it off, he had a huge pair of wings tattooed on his back. He was the perfect piece of filthy white trash and I wanted him desperately. I wasted no time implementing my plan shortly after he started hanging out at the skate park. I started by nonchalantly hanging around on a nearby bench, "reading." I would casually light a joint and smoke it while I watched the boy. He would glance my way frequently with that look in his eye like he wanted to smoke, and after only a week of this, he finally approached me. A shadow fell across me and I looked up to see the shirtless boy standing in front of me with his board under his arm. "Hey man, can you share a couple of puffs?" He asked me, flicking the hair from out of his face. "I don't know kid." I answered. "How old are you?" "19." He replied. "Well, I always believe in sharing." I said as I motioned for him to sit down. He sat next to me, his shorts sagging down revealing black boxer briefs. I got a whiff of his slight body odor and my cock stirred a little. We passed the joint back and forth and I found out a little about my intended conquest. His name was TJ, Theodore James exactly, and he lived a couple of blocks away with four other guys in a two bedroom apartment. I could only imagine the squalor they lived in. He worked as a tattooist and piercer, which explained why he already had so much work done at such a young age. He was a product of the foster system and his old man was in jail and he had no idea where his mother was. Ahhhhhh, a broken home, how perfect. He had even spent a couple of years in juvie for stealing a car and dealing drugs. I was amazed at how open this kid was to a stranger, but then, he was stoned. After about an hour I told him I needed to take off, but not before I slipped him a little bud. He was extremely grateful, which is exactly what I wanted. Got to make him trust me before I wreck him. This went on for a week. Everyday we would chill and smoke while I tried not to come across as creepy. Not that I appeared creepy. I was a nice looking 35 year old, maybe a little on the chunky side, but not fat. I stood just a little taller than TJ at 6 ft 1. And everyday when I left, I slipped TJ a little bud. So after a week, I decided it was time to up the ante. I told TJ I had some really killer bud back at my place, which I did, and that he should come over so we could smoke it out of a bong. He happily followed me back to my apartment and in half an hour we were both ripped out of our minds and I made my move. Looking him directly in his slanted eyes, I began. "So, TJ, I've been hooking you up all week and I have a favour. I want to suck your dick." "Dude, what the fuck?" He said in a very stoned voice. "I'm not a fag! Are you a fag?" "Yes, I'm gay, and I want to blow you. I think it's the least you could do." "No way man! I'm not going to let you swing on my dick!" At this point, I doubled down as TJ was not moving away from me. I placed my hand on his thigh and said, " I can suck your dick better than your girlfriend. No one will know, and I'll make it worth your while." I pulled out an 8th of my killer weed and dangled it in front of him. His eyes lit up and I could see the wheels turning in his head. After a minute of silence he said, "All you want to do is suck my dick? Nothing else? And you'll give me that sack and no one will know?" "No one." I promised. TJ looked at me for a few more seconds before snatching the baggie out of my hand. "Fine, but it's our secret." I handed him the bong as I crawled between his legs. My hands shook as I reached up and pulled down his shorts and underwear, rubbing his hairy thighs. His cock was nestled in his very bushy brown pubic hair and was surprisingly big, 6 inches soft. He had a magic cross piercing, where two bars crossed each other through the head of his dick, and a lorum, which is the base of the dick right above the balls. I tenderly put it in my mouth as he took another big bong hit. My nostrils were hit with the smell of his sweaty balls mixed with stale piss and my own cock sprang to life in my shorts. My warm wet mouth soon had TJ to his full rock hard nine inches. He started moaning as I went to town on his cock, giving him the best blowjob of his young life. I deep throated him and massaged him with my throat muscles. He moaned as I massaged his balls and rubbed his guiche piercing. He was totally into the blowjob as he put his hands on the back of my head and started fucking my face. "Oh fuck dude! That feels so good! No bitch has ever sucked my cock this good! Take it you fag! Suck that big dick! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" TJ started shooting off into my mouth, filling it up with the sweetest white trash load I had ever tasted. Spurt after giant spurt filled me up and I swallowed it all down. TJ collapsed back onto the couch as sweat poured off of him. "Oh, we're going to be doing that again dude!" He panted as the last of his load dribbled into my mouth. I smiled to myself knowing this was only the beginning for his skinny white trash ass.

Just another wasted youth (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “How old are you bitch?” I asked him, while pulling his nipples through his t-shirt. “18” he moaned. “I turned 18 two days ago” “Aaawwww… and now we seem to be your gift” I smiled. The boy smiles back at me. “Keep yourself dizzy bitch” I encouraged to sniff at the poppers bottle as often as he could. “Enjoy your ride to hell” I stated and my buddies and I laughed loudly while we held this twats body up. “Wouldn’t you enjoy to get fucked by everyone in this darkroom?” I whispered. “Imagine all the cocks getting hard, just because of your cute butt” “They sure would enjoy pounding your sweet loyal cunt” my mate grunted. “I don’t know” the youth replied. “You guys got big dicks…. I am horny for big dicks tonight” he replied. “A true bottom should never refuse a hard cock – not on a night like this” I tried to persuade him. “I love my boyfriend… I don’t want to cheat on him” said the twink who just got his ass fucked by totally strangers. “You are not… tonight your boyfriend isn’t here. You miss him so much, that is why you allowed us to plow your ass….” I talked to him soothingly. “It is your boyfriends fault. He should have been here with you at your birthday party. But don’t worry about it, no one needs to know, that you are a greedy little ass cunt.” The guy behind the twink had his hands on the youths shoulders and fucked him high speed. “Yeah…. it is all *grunts* his fault. He should have been here with me, instead of working for his company…..oooooh - I got needs” he moaned. “Yeah and let the guys here fulfill your needs just for tonight. Tomorrow your boyfriend will get to love you anyway and you love him, but tonight we are here to please your cunt” “Doesn’t it feel good to have a big cock up your ass, jamming your tight entrance…. give us the chance to make you feel good. Let’s make you the star of this night… let all the guys here fuck your ass…. just so, because you can do it…. and you do it so good baby.” I whispered those words into his ear. “Don’t reject anyone… see every cock as a present for you to set a new world record in getting charged up in one night – don’t be a fool to let this chance pass you by….” I continued to talk him into. “You don’t even have to look at the guys. Just stay here, look at the wall and imagine your ass a deposit for cum. Take another whiff….. Yeah….. imagine you are just a hole to us. Help us to get off…. into your sweet little body.” “Oooooh fuck…. your cock feels so good…..and maybe I should let you all fuck my pussy – but only tonight” the lad agreed. “Yeah – only for tonight slut” I answered satisfied. “And only with condoms….” he insisted. This was ridiculous. There he was – a totally drunk teen and buzzed up with poppers and still he had the audacity to demand safe fucks? I sighed deeply and looked at our third mate, who would have been the next to fuck this toad. “Sorry man… then you can’t fuck him with your 12 incher” I winked at him. “Man…. what the fuck….?” he complained. “You know his dick is so huge and thick… he has really problems finding condoms which would fit him.” I explained to our target. He peered at the next cock and seemed to be mesmerized. “Ooooooh *sighs* your cock is fucking beautiful. I have never seen a real dick being so thick and long” he moaned. “And do you see how much he looked forward to demolish your hole? Look at the streams of precum, dripping to the floor already.” I brought his attention to my pals Gono infection. But he was so swept away, that he really didn’t draw the conclusion or maybe it was simply too dark. He asked instead if he could lick his ‘precum’ away. “Of course” my friend said and while still getting fucked up the ass, the lad bent a little to the side and started sucking his fag beater. After only two minutes he got up again and asked my mate ‘Are you okay?’ “I feel great….” my pal replied. “No I mean, are you healthy……?” he mumbled under the influence of the alcohol. “Yeah faggot. Don’t worry I am clean” he lied stealthily. In the meanwhile the second fucker reached his orgasm and ejaculated the second high POZ load flooded the boys’ sewer. “Okay…. then fuck my ass raw.” he whispered. “What?” my mate answered as he was hard of hearing. “FUCK ME RAW” the twink shouted. “Gentlemen…..this twink just turned 18 two days ago and he is willing to accept the gift…. Please…..make sure you make room to those who are willing to share…..” I exclaimed. “You want to get charged up, right?” I asked him loudly. “Yeah man, charge me up with your dicks” he moaned. “I didn’t hear you?” I teased him. “OH FUCK….. GIVE ME YOUR COCKS….. *moans* CHARGE ME UP PLEASE!” he almost cried out. In no time we had a nice crowd of guys gathering around to take part at this spectacle. While our last friend started penetrating the boys’ hole, the twink moaned in pleasure and pain. 12 inch of hard cock meat worked his way up the lads’ ass cunt. “Ooooooh yeah…. this is it….. fuck me…. FUCK….. batter me with your huge dick” he begged. “Don’t worry pups…. I will fuck you hard and give you all I got…..” he snickered.

Part 8 Behind me was an image that will be scarred into my psyche the rest of my life. It had to be a mask, but it looked so….real. The image staring back was that of the Devil himself, blood red with horns. The eyes were also red, and staring back at me, almost to my soul. “Look down Joey. Look what will be your destruction. Or your Salvation. Only you can determine that.” I struggled to break eye contact and moved down slowly. At the developed chest, which normally would turn me on, the nipples were surrounded by blood red bio-hazard markings. “Look closely.” At that command, I saw them. On each tattoo, on the downward points, were laughing skull tattoos. Each nipple was pierced with a very painful looking piercing, what looked like miniature spurs hanging from each side. I shuddered in fear, and the Devil grinned. “They are as sharp as you think. Keep going, boy.” I moved my eyes further and saw a paunch gut, not too big, but definitely more than I’d find attractive. “Count.” I noticed red hash marks, in groups of five, tattooed from his chest almost half way down his stomach. My final count came to 98. I looked back to his face, but was greeted with a severe slap across the face. “I did not give you permission to look upon my face.” “Lower.” As my eyes reached his cock, they spread further in terror at what I was seeing. The cock looked to be about 9” long, maybe more. But the length was nothing compared to the size around. Soda can is the best I could compare it to at it’s biggest. Even worse was the horror at the tip. A blood red ring pierced through the head of his cock and again, the laughing devil image, this one looking up at me form the front of the ring. “You better hope your cunt can stretch, because Luc will be ripping you open and will bring the rest of my cock with it.” Seeing the terror, and question, in my eyes, he said, “Luc is the skull. Short for Lucifer. My personal Master. He who I serve and who gifted me with my special gift.” This was now, officially, the beginning of my own personal hell. “Spread his ass for me, boy.”

Drugged and Forced to be a Male Prostitute (Part 3) “OK boys, Tyler has your work assignments for the night. Remember, cash up front and we know how much you will be getting for each of your John’s.” The boys left the room leaving Kyle on his knees in front of Rickey. “We need to get you ready for the party tomorrow night. Your ass will bring a nice price with you being fresh meat.” Tyler came up stairs after giving the working boys their assignments for the night. They then took Kyle into one of the bedroom that they used as their party room. This room was well equipped with a couple slings and a fuck bench. Along one wall were a number of dildos of various shapes and sizes and an assortment of butt plugs. The opposite wall had ropes, chains and other restraints some of which Kyle had never seen before. There were a couple of flat panel TV’s hanging in two of the corner’s of the room playing bareback porn. They put Kyle in the sling and placed his wrists and ankles in restraints. He had a perfect view of the TV’s from where he lay. Rickey told him, “You’ll spend the rest of the night here watching porn. The hunger to be fucked will grow in side you all night until you beg to be fucked. Then you will be left here long after that point to think about your purpose here and how you will serve us.” Kyle was given a small slam. Kyle felt a hunger and a need to be fucked at any end. All he knew was that he needed cock in side him as he watches the porn on the screen. He noticed that the guys getting fucked in the porn looked familiar. Then he recognized them as Jim, Bob and David. Every hour either Rickey or Tyler came into the room and gave Kyle some G laced water to drink and a small slam to keep the hunger of being fucked within him. After almost 6 hours of mini-slams and G Kyle was begging to be fucked. When the roommates came in to give Kyle his next “dose” they knew he was almost theirs. They ignored him as he drank down the water and took his slam without protest. After the roommates left the teen Rickey commented, “It won’t be long until he is hooked on meth.” Tyler added, “Yeah, and raw cock and cum.” The roommate continued to give Kyle the same doses over the entire night and as daylight began to fill the apartment they entered the room to find a docile boy ready to submit. Kyle pleaded, “Please, I need to be fucked. I can’t take it any more. I need cock in me. I need to suck cock.” Rickey asked, “Kyle are you ready to go to work for us?” Kyle didn’t even hesitate, “Yes sir, I will work for you as long as I get fucked right now.” Tyler said, “Very well then.” Rickey pulled a very large dildo off the wall, “If you can take this down to the base we will let you out of the sling to rest up for tonight’s festivities.” The dildo was a horse cock dildo, 13” long and 8” around. “Please give it to me.” Rickey and Tyler began to apply generous amounts of Crisco to the dildo and Kyle’s ass. Tyler commented on how loose Kyle’s hole felt and that this might not be much of a challenge. The tip slipped in easily, but then they had some resistance as the dildo began to slide in side Kyle’s hole. Rickey and Tyler were experienced enough to manage this resistance and put a bottle of poppers beneath Kyle’s nose telling him to breath in deep. As the poppers took effect the resistance faded and before they knew it, half of it was in side the teen. Now they had the internal ring to negotiate. Again they gave Kyle the poppers as the dildo was turned and wiggled past the internal ring. It took some doing but it finally “popped” through and after a good 45 minutes of work the dildo was down to the base. The roommates fucked the teen with this dildo for a good 10 minutes insuring that his in sides were opening up. Rickey praised his new working boy, “Very good Kyle. Now you’re ready for a fist.” In his drugged up hazed he was a little perplexed. He thought to himself, ‘A fist? Why the hell would anyone want a fist put into their ass?’ Before he knew what was happening the dildo was quickly pulled from his hole. He felt so empty, still having a need to be filled. Tyler began to finger Kyle’s loose and sloppy hole. And before Kyle knew what was going on, he had Tyler’s fist inside his rectum. He felt full again, but he had no clue as to how full he’d get as Tyler began to work his fist deeper in side his hole. Kyle had no view to see what was going on until he realized that the activities were on the TV screen above them. He watched with disbelief as Tyler’s forearm sunk into him down to the elbow. Rickey let Kyle know, “We’ve always needed a special boy for some of our special clients. I think you will work out well.” Kyle leaned his head back and enjoyed the fisting he was getting. Then Tyler pulled his fist from Kyle’s hole and his restraints were untied from the chains. They took Kyle to an open space on the floor and attached his ankles and wrists together. His ankles were attached to the floor and his wrists were attached to a rope suspended from a beam over head. His arms were stretched up over his head. What Kyle didn’t know was that as Tyler fisted him he also administered a generous booty bump that would make his ass even more hungry for cock. Rickey then asked, “How badly do you want to be fucked?” “Please, I need to be fucked.” “What will you do to get cock in you boy?” “I’ll do any thing you want me to do, please fuck me!” “Gag him Ty.” Tyler placed a ball gag in Kyle’s mouth as Rickey pulled a paddle off the wall. He then began to smack Kyle in the ass over and over again as he hung there. “Remember boy, you said you would do anything, and this is what we need a boy who we can pimp out to out leather clientele.” Kyle took a good smacking for nearly 15 minutes. He wasn’t able to stand up as he was hanging by his wrists. After a few more minute of smacking his ass, they knew Kyle had had enough. They lowered him down and moved him over to the fuck bench where they each fucked another load into his well stretched ass. Tyler said, “Let’s go boy, we need to get you cleaned up and let you rest up before tonight’s events” as they led Kyle to the shower up stairs. It wasn’t a regular tub style shower. It looked more like the kind you’d find in a looker room with a couple shower heads along one wall. Rickey told Kyle to get on his knees and open his mouth. He then placed his soft dick in Kyle’s mouth. Kyle thought he was going to suck Rickey’s cock when Rickey told him, “Don’t think about sucking my cock. I am going to give you something to drink.” Rickey then began to piss into Kyle’s open mouth, “Do the best you can to swallow as much of my piss. It is an honor to get to drink a guy’s piss.” Kyle did his best, although some spilled out of his mouth, he drank most of it down. Then Tyler stepped up and placed his soft cock in Kyle’s mouth and gave him his piss. Kyle did better with Tyler’s piss then he did with Rickey’s. “Hey Rick, he’s a fast learner.” “He sure is. Now let’s get him cleaned up and fed so he can rest up for tonight.” They then had Kyle shower off and helped him with a shower shot to douche out his stretched out hole. They then gave escorted him down stairs and fed him. Kyle was still horny, but as least he as fed and cleaned up. They all sat down in the living room to watch some TV. As the T and G in Kyle system wore off he fell asleep and slept all afternoon. When he woke it was starting to get dark out. The working boy’s were back and they nudged Kyle to get up and ready for the guests. The 4 hustlers headed up stairs. They all stripped down and went into the play room where Rickey and Tyler were waiting. Each one was given a couple pills, one was am ecstasy and there were a couple Cialis to keep the boys rock hard and horny for the guests. Then each boy was given his slam to start the night off. Jim, Bob and David wondered off to different parts of the room to wait. After Kyle got his slam he was helped into the sling and given some extra Cialis. The roommates told the boys that Kyle was to be in the sling all night. Anyone one wanting to seed his ass had to pay extra since he was new to the crew. As the night went on Kyle took loads from all the gusts. He was fucked by old, fat trolls, young hotties, big dick black guys, harry Latinos. All in all he took at least a load from every customer there. It’s know known how many of the guys there were poz or neg all he knew was that he was getting what he wanted, cock and cum in his ass. In his drugged up haze Kyle knew he found his place as a male prostitute.