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Part 3 ======== A few more weeks had passed. And in those weeks I'd become more and more accepting of the fact that I'd become Steve's (yes i finally got his name) personal cum dump. I'd deleted my apps and stopped going out trying to meet new people. Every weekend Steve was at my place pounding me and breeding me as much as possible. It was blissful. He has continued to be very caring of me too, always asking how I'm feeling and checking in on me while he's busy with work during the week. He hasn't gone so far as to ask to be exclusive, but anytime I mention about possibly going out, he spends the evening using me up instead. I'm not complaining. Today he seemed a little off when he came over. No small talk, seemed in a rush. Frustrated maybe? I secretly hoped he would take some of it out on me. "I'm trying something new with you today, boy." "Oh, what do you have in mind?" I replied with excitement. From his bag he withdrew a strange looking dildo, a butt plug, and a set of ropes. My heart skipped a beat. "Do you accept I'm going to use you how I like?" He'd never asked me that. I paused for a moment and without much hesitation replied yes. He grinned and approached me with the ropes. Before too long he was tying me to the bed, making sure each knot was secure and tight before moving to the next. Once he had me bound, he left the room for supplies. He returned quickly with a glass of water and straw, the dildo, and the butt plug. He also reached into his pocket and set a jar of poppers on the side table. My heart was racing as he started softly jerking my cock, which was already hard. "I'm going to tease you, play with you, fuck you, and breed you all night like this. Going to make you mine. Knock you up. You understand?" I nodded desperately as his hand started tugging harder and faster. My cock twitching. His hand withdrew, ushering a moan from my lips. "Now, now. Patience slut. First we need to get you ready." he said, obviously enjoying this position of power. He grabbed the dildo, which was large, red, and ribbed. As he pulled it closer I noticed the ribs had what looked like little bristles on them. Like a little cactus. "What's that?" I inquired nervously. "Don't worry, it will feel so good once you get used to it. Trust me boy." I gulped and agreed as he applied a small bit of lube and slid it slowly into my hole. At first it stung and felt unnatural but I let myself slowly relax around it, and he took his time, letting me get used to the girth, and the....bristles. As he promised, it slowly started to feel good. He proceeded to thrust and twist it inside me, while returning to tease my aching cock. I thrust around in my bonds and moaned for his cock. "Let's see how you feel" he said, slowly extracting the dildo. I gasped as he slid two fingers back in its place and fished around inside me. He withdrew them, smiled, and wiped them on a towel. I didn't think much of it, because within a few moments he was pressing against my hole, and as usual, my mind shut off. He fucked me deep, slow, and hard for what felt like an hour before shooting his load balls deep into me. He proceeded to play with me and fuck me two more times, to the point he often likes to take me - dripping with his cum. I shot a load hands free all over myself as he bred me for the third time in a row. "I need a break. You stay here." He pulled out, immediately slid the plug into me - causing his cum to splurge and my body to converse into a near orgasm. He grinned and gave me some water before leaving the room. Over the course of the night he continued this pattern, fucking me, plugging me, making me cum, giving me water, and leaving me bound and tied. I woke up to the sun shining through the window and feeling my wrist being untied. I looked up to find him releasing me. I looked down to find myself a cummy mess, as expected. Pools of blood tinged cum on the bed beneath me. Ugh, I'm going to be sore I thought. "You were such a fucking good boy last night. Let's get you cleaned up and get a good breakfast in you. You definitely deserve it. Then I'm afraid I'm off to work. But we'll catch up again next week and see if we're getting any new results from you." He winked and handed me a towel. Puzzled, exhausted, and disoriented I didn't linger on any of it, and proceeded to do as he instructed. Besides, breakfast sounds really good right now.

A lot. There is a topic somewhere on this site where I have a list, in answer to a similar question. It's easily over 30 now. But I have been to four Fornication Weekends where I played and filmed with a number of guys over the four days--though I don't consider myself in the business. It's the same with Fornication Parties in Chicago and I fucked the porn guys who hosted Fukd in Toronto. But mainly I had a friend who introduced me to many guys in the industry. And we fucked. I think guys in porn are just like most of us on here--maybe slightly better looking, maybe not--but they've found a way to do what they love and get paid for it. I will only tell one story. While I was at the bathhouse, I was watching four porn stars fuck for a live sex show being held there during CLAW Weekend. One of the guys was David Benjamin. He saw me in the audience--and my erection. The moment their scene was finished, he came out into the crowd and grabbed me. He led me to the sling that was on a high platform above the audience. He hopped in and I fucked him until he shot a HUGE load as the crowd cheered. Better, he remembered me when we met a few years later at my first Fornication Weekend...

I just finished treatment for both gonorrhea and chlamydia. My first std in about 7 or 8 years. For a guy that gets fucked raw by about 10 random men a week, I think that was a good run.

It’s become a tradition for me that I hope to keep as long as possible to travel to Gran Canaria for NYE and an extra week into January. I will link to those tales at the bottom of the post as it helps me keep track. Also I posted a quick status update previously but after reviewing the night I miscounted the load tally 2 lower than it was. Let’s get started with the basics for those that don’t know. Gran Canaria is the biggest gay travel destination in Europe, even before Berlin as in Gran Canaria there is no escaping all the horny gays in Maspalomas on the south coast. Maspalomas has a gay epicenter with tons of gay bars, drag shows and cruise clubs. So let’s dive into the title. I went to bed with 20 loads 💦 in my butt after a successful day / evening. It started in the late afternoon with a repeat with one of the best dicks in town. A sexy Spanish top that’s very hung but also his dick is so beautiful you just have to look and admire. He eased in after a little sucking to start it off. He loves my ass so it took him only 7-8 min to cum a big load inside me. I’m the self appointed king of home daytime hookups on these trips so I continued Gods work into the evening. Then followed a series of 5 hookups. One disappointing as he couldn’t cum (too tired to) and 4 others mostly nothing memorable but it did get me a few loads. Then followed the last hookup before going out and this was another highlight. A bottom staying close by needed to cum so I arranged to come over. Turns out he has a very nice dick and when bottoms fuck each other like that there is something about the mutual understanding for giving the load and no pressure from the receptive bottom on the performance. So there are no games. He was a sexy Brit and after kissing for a bit we started the fuck, a super nice 12 min fuck where he ended cumming tons deep into me. I’d say equivalent of 4 regular loads. After this I was invited to a local sex party from a top I got to know last year. He had another top and a verse guy and they wanted to have a little fuck party for the «early ish» evening, until a little after midnight. It was a fun and relaxed party. I got 2 loads during the party. We tried all sorts of combinations with sucking and fucking and did a couple of DP to open me up, was very fun. Now at this point I definitely had got enough (if you’re keeping track it’s 8 loads and lots of action) but the marathon bottom I am decided to end the night at Construction, one of the main Cruise Bars. I got there around 1:30 and it was busy AF but guys were both coming and leaving. I circled the area one time and decided to set camp in the brighter part of the darkroom where there is a big mattress often with 4-5 bottoms getting fucked. It was comparatively empty despite the crowd so I knew it would be a smart choice. The first hour or so I played with 4-5 guys. Each one took their time and only one of them came. Then a little bit later I was audibly fucked and cum into with a big load from a sexy muscle man. This was a turning point as we slut bottoms know that one load leads to another often and at this point it was getting well known that I had among the sloppiest asses in the club. 5 tops in a row who all had seen me get fucked and bred by someone fucked me and came within about 5 min of starting the fucks. The men were enjoying the show and I was becoming the clubs unofficial cumdump. It slows down for a moment and at that point a guy fully clothed walks in and goes int a corner. There was something about him so I walk over and start to feel him up and get the silent approval for going for his dick. I suck him off a bit but he was keen on fucking so we got right to it. He of course immediately noticed how fucking wet I was and commented on it. It made him super horny so he was cumming hard within a few minutes. We had a little talk after and he asked me «how many loads» to which I replied «15 with yours now» which made him immediately very horny again. We took a short bathroom break and he gave me a second fuck and came again. After that he positioned me in a place where you had a good view and was advertising my ass with 16 loads in it to the now thinning crowd and was whoring out my ass for about 20-30 min where several guys were enjoying fucking the now very open very wet with cum hole which netted 3 more loads until he himself gave me one final small and 3rd load. At this point it was about 4am the crowd was thinning so it was a perfect ending for me and I happily went to bed with all that remained of the 20 loads taken. 💦🐽 You can happily read my older horny tales of whoring and taking loads here from last year: And here is the one from the year before that again:

Left about an hour ago. Told me it would have to be a "quickie." We wen't right to 69... which is Him straddling my face. He becomes (seemingly?) unconscious in that position, very occupied with sucking me... but mostly stationary with His cock down my throat. He's a Muscle Guy so He's pretty immovable and has awesome thighs, in this position He is so positioned that i can get His cock and balls in my mouth... not sure how i am breathing, but it works some how... my head is so pinned under Him i can not really move and He is just all the way in me and down my throat... every once in a while He will move His hips to fuck my mouth and throat, but for the most part, i am holding Him inside my mouth and throat till He is ready to fuck. He gets there, and gets up: "let me fuck you." He proceeded to pound me for about a half hour. He has these incredible holds where i feel affectionately mauled , held and squeezed, pinned and positioned. i felt His sweat dripping on me, kissing my neck and licking my side and totally destroying my hole. i milk His cock with my ass muscles, but after a point, that ability is beaten into submissive openness. He smiles and leaves happy, i'm delirious (in a good way). Waving bye He says: "i'll hit you up tomorrow."

The following is a true story. It was around Summer 2022 when my phone buzzed with the unmistakable bloop of Grindr going off. I picked up my phone to check and was greeted by messages from Adi. He’s a cute toned 23yo South Indian twink who recently graduated and moved to the area and Throughout the course of chatting, I found he had a kink for interracial and wanted to try Asian cock (That’s why he hit me up). Sadly after chatting a bit more it became apparent that we likely never meet since neither of us could host and he was only into condoms. He would go on to message me every once in a while just to say hi, but nothing would ever come of it since we had no place to meet. Fast forward a year later (Summer 2023), I’m working out at the gym and my phone buzzes, it was Adi once again. This time around, he’s got the house for a few hours and is able to host. Great but only one issue, I recalled that he only plays safe and let him know I can’t stay hard with condoms. He replies with a promising “let’s give it a try and see” and I let him know I was on my way. I knock at the door we quickly make our way to the bedroom before his roommates can spot us. We lay on the bed and start kissing and to my dismay, he pulls out a condom and starts rolling it onto my cock. We kiss a bit more but it becomes clear that I was getting soft, Adi tried sucking on my nipples in an effort to revive my ever softening cock but it’s no use. I whispered to him “take it off” and when he did, my cock sprang back to life. He immediately got on top of me and within seconds my cock slipped into his tight hole. I start to slowly pump his hole and after a few minutes, he couldn’t hold back and he came all over my chest. Every time he tried begging me to pull out I ignored him plunged even deeper inside making him scream in ecstasy. We did this for about 10 minutes and I told him I was close. Instead of pushing me away, he pulled me closer and buried my swollen cock deeper inside until I couldn’t hold back. He screamed in unison with each shot I blasted deep inside, I must have shot about 15 times. My cock slips out and my load spills out. In a sudden wave of post-nut realization that I knocked him up, he ran to the washroom in an attempt to abort my load. Eventually he calmed down and I got dressed and left. Not even 2 hours later, he was messaging me to come back so he could get pregnant with my "Chinese Babies". We would continue as FWBs for years before he moved to another city.

Rolling around in bed I was hard as a rock and had that familiar feeling that life would be better if I had a thick cock inside me. My girlfriend was out of town and I had no plans for the night. I'd been playing with boys for years but had taken a bit of a break until recently. Once I started giving it up to horny gay boys I found a fire inside me that was endlessly hungry. So every time she was out of town for work I'd hop online and try to find a match. And so far she'd been none the wiser and I'd been having a great time. No harm, right? Tonight would be no different, I convinced myself, as I rolled over to grab my phone. What she also didn't know was that I'd been slipping up lately and going raw. Before I was in a relationship I always played raw, on prep. Since dating I'd gotten off prep and not given it much more thought. But I didn't play all that much so it didn't seem worth the trouble and potential explaining. Hard as a rock and very much in heat I began scrolling through profiles, looking for a top to play with me. Before long I found one nearby, online. His profile name was just a scorpion, no photo. Kinda odd, kinda hot I thought. Didn't think much of it. His profile was pretty sparse except for some stats (that fit my desires) and one line "Say the word and I'll make you mine". Why not. I messaged him. "horny af here, need a top to make me his tonight. i'm hosting." added a sexy photo and sent it. Waited, waited. Nothing. Fuck. Started scrolling again when a message popped in "i bet you do. send location. be naked and ready to fuck, boy" with a photo of his hard, thick cock. I didn't hesitate. I was rushing around with anxious energy getting my place tidy and stripping when i heard a knock at the door. I let him in. Tall, dark, handsome. Yum. He glanced me up and down and said "oh look at you. you're ready for it aren't you?". I nodded silently as he closed the door and began undressing. That's when I noticed the large scorpion tattoo on his chest. "you really like scorpions huh?" I asked shyly. He smirked and just replied "sure man". Feeling a little embarrassed I didn't press it further. Almost like he could sense my trepidation, he moved quickly towards me and kissed me. I melted in his arms right away. Things moved quickly to my bed, his body pressed against me, his hands exploring my body, his cock rock hard pressing against my bare ass. I was in heaven already. "you like it raw?" he moaned softly in my ear. I nodded vigorous. "good boy, im going to give it all to you". I moaned loud as he spread my legs. He slowly worked my hole, loosening me up, all the while driving me insane. By the time he had the tip in I was pulling him in deeper with my legs, begging for his cock. Fuck the lube, fuck the foreplay. I cant wait, I need it bad. He did his work well. That smirk plastered on his face as he gave me what I wanted, pushing deeper, and deeper. Finally buried deep inside me, he leaned in and started kissing me, moving from my lips to my neck. All the while pumping slowly in and out of me like his little fuck doll. I'm sure it wasn't lost on him how desperate I was for this. How bad I yearned for his cock every time he pulled back. "Mmm you love it boy. You ready for me to go harder", to which I simply replied "fuck me", sealing my fate. I didn't mind the lubeless pain. I just wanted him to fuck me. With this he started pounding me, his mouth still locked on my neck. Teeth digging in. I could feel the pain and suddenly had a little sense when I cried out softly "you'll leave a mark!". He paused his attack of my vulnerable neck only long enough to growl in my ear "more than one, I think". My body couldn't resist him so i gave in, letting him bite me hard as he plunged deep into me. "fuck it, you're ready" he said, pulling all the way out - to my great dismay. He commanded me to flip over, pulling my ass back towards him and without warning plunged right back in, knocking the air out of me. He pounded me deep and I could feel he was getting close. I didn't care. I was moaning like a whore. I wanted his load so bad. Needed it now. So did what any good bottom should and begged. He let out a dry laugh and grunted "you were never getting away" and pushed deep and shot it inside me. The feeling of his big hot load exploding in me was enough to send me over the edge into a shaking orgasm, wasting my cum all over the sheets. Panting, sweating, his cock still pulsing inside me, we laid there recovering for a few minutes. I asked him if he wanted to stick around and go again, but he had to head out. "I'll check back with you soon, and if you still need more I'll come pound a few more into you boy" and out the door he went. I was a bit puzzled by this, but I'd gotten what I wanted. I spent the rest of the evening jerking off while his cum leaked slowly out of me. Fell asleep still loaded with cum. Perfect. The next morning I woke up and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, one big hot hickey planted on my neck. It was only then his words rang back in my mind "more than one, I think". Glancing around my neck I didn't see any though. I wonder what that meant...and how I'll explain this hickey to my girlfriend...

The neon lights of the truck stop flickered against the night sky, casting long shadows over the gravel lot filled with rumbling semis and weary travelers. It was well past midnight, and the air hung heavy with the scent of diesel and stale coffee. Inside the dingy restrooms, 18-year-old Alex leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He'd hitched a ride from the city, dreaming of adventure on the open road, but now exhaustion clawed at him. His slim frame, toned from high school track, was clad in a tight white t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged his pert ass. Unaware, he dried his hands on his pants, glancing at his reflection—innocent blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and a boyish face that screamed vulnerability. Outside, Big Jake eased his massive rig into a spot near the toilets. At 45, he was a hulking figure, 6'4" with a beer gut straining his flannel shirt and arms like tree trunks from years of hauling freight. His cock, a thick nine-incher, throbbed in his jeans at the thought of fresh meat. Jake had HIV, a secret he carried like a loaded gun, passed on from a rough encounter years back. He didn't care about protection; in fact, he got off on the risk, the power of infecting some naive kid. Spotting Alex through the grimy window as the boy exited the restroom, Jake's lips curled into a predatory grin. The kid looked lost, perfect for what he had in mind. "Hey, kid," Jake rumbled, stepping out from behind his truck, his voice gravelly from cigarettes and whiskey. "You need a lift? Looks like you're stranded out here." Alex hesitated, eyeing the burly man. The trucker seemed rough but offered a ride, and with no other options, he nodded. "Yeah, thanks. Heading east, anywhere's fine." Jake clapped a meaty hand on Alex's shoulder, guiding him toward the cab. "Hop in. Got some buddies meeting up later, but we'll get you moving." As Alex climbed into the passenger seat, Jake's eyes lingered on the boy's tight jeans, imagining how that ass would feel clenching around his raw dick. The cab smelled of sweat and leather. Jake fired up the engine, but instead of pulling out, he reached into the glove compartment for a couple of beers. "Here, loosen up. Long night ahead." Alex took a swig, not noticing the bitter aftertaste as Jake watched him closely. The drug—roofies crushed into powder—would hit soon, making the kid pliable, forgetful. Minutes later, Alex's head lolled against the window, his eyelids heavy. "Wha... what's happening?" he mumbled, his body going limp. Jake chuckled, shifting the truck into gear and driving to a secluded pull-off behind the truck stop, hidden by overgrown brush. He killed the engine and hauled Alex's unconscious form into the sleeper berth at the back. The space was cramped, with a mattress stained from past conquests and chains bolted to the frame. Jake stripped the boy roughly, yanking off the t-shirt to reveal smooth, hairless pecs and pink nipples. The jeans came next, exposing Alex's slim legs and a small, uncut cock nestled in blond pubes. The boy's ass cheeks were firm, pale, begging to be spread. "Time to break you in, boy," Jake growled, shedding his own clothes. His thick cock sprang free, veined and heavy, already leaking precum. He didn't bother with lube; spit would do. Flipping Alex onto his stomach, Jake pried the boy's cheeks apart, spitting a thick glob onto the tight pink hole. He pressed his cockhead against it, forcing inch by inch into the drugged teen's virgin ass. Alex stirred faintly, a whimper escaping as his body instinctively clenched, but the drugs kept him from fighting back. Jake thrust deep, groaning as the tight ring gripped his shaft. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna ruin this hole for good." He pounded relentlessly, his balls slapping against Alex's taint with each brutal stroke. The boy's body rocked on the mattress, his small cock trapped beneath him, rubbing against the rough fabric. Jake reached around, jerking Alex's dick roughly to mix pain with unwanted pleasure. Sweat dripped from Jake's brow as he hammered away, feeling his HIV-positive load building. No condom—why bother? He wanted this kid marked, infected, carrying his virus forever. After twenty minutes of savage fucking, Jake buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, ropes of hot cum flooding Alex's guts. He pulled out with a wet pop, watching his seed leak from the gaping, reddened hole. Alex moaned incoherently, the drugs wearing thin but leaving him dazed. Jake wasn't done. He flipped the boy over, shoving his cum-smeared cock into Alex's slack mouth. "Suck it clean, bitch." The teen's lips parted weakly, tongue lapping at the bitter mix of ass and jizz as Jake face-fucked him, skull-fucking until he came again, shooting down the boy's throat. By dawn, Alex was chained to the berth, wrists and ankles secured with rough metal. The drugs had him in a haze, but awareness flickered as Jake climbed back in, dressed and ready to move. "You're mine now, kid. Got some pals joining the convoy. They'll love breaking you." He tossed a rag over Alex's naked body and drove toward a rendezvous point—a deserted lot where three other truckers waited, engines idling like hungry beasts. The mates were a rough crew: Tank, a bald brute with a pierced cock; Rusty, lean and tattooed with a sadistic streak; and Bull, the oldest at 50, his gut hanging over a girthy seven-incher. They'd shared loads before, passing around hitchhikers and lot lizards, but a fresh 18-year-old? That was prime. Jake pulled up, honking once. The men gathered at his cab, peering into the sleeper. "Got a present, boys," Jake announced, unlocking the chains just enough to drag Alex out. The boy stumbled, naked and cum-streaked, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "This little slut's all ours. Fresh ass, no mileage." Tank grinned, grabbing Alex by the hair and forcing him to his knees on the gravel. "Look at that pretty mouth. Bet it sucks like a vacuum." He unzipped, his pierced dick—eight inches with a thick ring through the head—slapping against Alex's cheek. The boy gagged as Tank shoved in, the piercing scraping his tongue. Rusty and Bull circled, stroking their cocks while Jake watched, his own dick hardening again. "Drug him up if he fights," Jake said, handing over a vial of poppers. But Alex was too weak to resist much, his body betraying him as Tank skull-fucked him deep, balls smacking his chin. Saliva dripped down Alex's chest as the trucker grunted, flooding his mouth with cum. "Swallow it, boy. That's just the appetizer." They hauled him into Bull's trailer, a larger setup with a makeshift sling in the corner. Alex was strapped in, legs spread wide, ass exposed and still leaking Jake's load. Bull went first, rolling on a condom but smirking as he positioned his fat cock at the boy's hole. "Gonna fill you proper." He thrust in, the latex stretching around Alex's abused ring. The teen cried out, bucking against the restraints, but Bull just laughed, pounding hard. Midway through, with Alex whimpering, Bull reached down and pinched the condom's base, tearing a small hole with his nail. "Oops," he muttered, but kept slamming, ensuring his pre-cum—and whatever else he carried—seeped in. Rusty took over next, no condom from the start. His tattooed body glistened with sweat as he rammed into Alex's sloppy hole, the boy's ass now a cum-filled mess. "Feel that? Raw and real, kid. You're gonna catch something from this." He clawed at Alex's nipples, twisting them red while his hips pistoned, cock dragging against the inner walls. Alex's own dick twitched traitorously, leaking pre as unwanted arousal built from the relentless friction. Tank flipped the sling, positioning Alex face-down so his ass jutted out. He lubed up with spit and plunged in, the piercing adding ridges of pain-pleasure. "Tighten up, bitch. Milk my load." Alex sobbed, but his body clenched, drawing groans from the brute. Tank fucked like a machine, breaking a sweat, then yanked the condom off mid-thrust—another one sabotaged earlier—and went bare, flooding the teen with thick spurts. "There ya go, infected now." Jake joined the rotation, taking Alex's mouth while Bull reclaimed the ass. The boy was double-teamed, gagging on Jake's HIV-laced cock as Bull's bare dick churned the cum inside him. The truckers rotated for hours, each breaking or ditching condoms to ensure the virus took hold. Rusty jerked Alex off during one round, forcing the boy to cum shamefully onto the floor while getting railed. By afternoon, Alex was a wreck—body bruised, hole swollen and gaping, cum oozing from every orifice. The truckers lounged, smoking and drinking, passing the boy around for quick fucks. Jake unchained him briefly, making him crawl on all fours to service each man, licking boots and balls before getting bent over the tailgate of a truck. "You're our cumdump now," Jake said, shoving Alex's face into a puddle of jizz on the ground. "Ride with us, or we leave you here leaking. But you'll want more." The drugs and abuse had broken something in the teen; he nodded weakly, body craving the twisted release. The convoy rolled out, Alex secured in Jake's sleeper, ready for the next stop. More mates would join, more loads to take, the infection sealing his fate in this endless road of depravity. Tank drove point, Rusty and Bull flanking, all knowing the kid was theirs to share, to ruin, to infect forever. As the sun set, Jake pulled Alex onto his lap in the cab, impaling him on his cock while steering one-handed. "Feel it deep, boy? That's your new life." Alex moaned, grinding down, lost in the haze of cum and submission. The truck stop faded in the rearview, but the nightmare—and the ecstasy—had only just begun. The days blurred into a haze of asphalt and ass-fucking. At every stop, the truckers added to the roster: a grizzled vet named Spike with a curved dick that hit Alex's prostate just right, making him squirt unwillingly; and Marco, a younger hauler with endless stamina, who tied Alex spread-eagle and edged him for hours before dumping raw inside. Each man knew the score—Jake's whisper about the HIV spread like wildfire, turning the sharing into a deliberate breeding session. One night at a remote weigh station, they parked in a circle, building a bonfire from scrap wood. Alex was the entertainment, stripped and oiled up, made to dance for the six truckers now gathered. His slim body glistened, cock half-hard from the poppers they'd forced on him. "Shake that ass, slut," Spike barked, and Alex obeyed, twerking until hands grabbed him. They took turns in the firelight, bending him over logs, against tires, even hoisting him between two men for a spitroast. Condoms appeared sporadically, only to be ripped or filled with holes. Marco went last, flipping Alex onto his back and folding his legs to his chest, pounding so deep the boy's toes curled. "Take my seed, poz boy," Marco hissed, erupting without barrier, his load mixing with the others in Alex's battered guts. By week's end, Alex's body ached constantly, his hole never closing fully, a constant drip of cum marking his jeans when they let him dress. Fevers came and went—early signs, Jake said with a laugh, slapping the boy's ass. "You're one of us now." The infection took hold slowly, but the truckers didn't care. They drove on, Alex chained and used, his innocence shattered on the road's endless ribbon. In the sleeper, as Jake fucked him slow and deep one night, the boy whispered, "More... please." The virus bound him, but so did the cock, the cum, the brutal brotherhood of the highway.

Rick walked in. I tried to use the towel to cover me but I didn't have any full bath towels. It was more like a half towel. For some reason I had it more at my chest so it was barely covering my cock that was still hard and poking out. He looked at me trying to cover my cock which was still kind of hard. "Have a nice time with your gf", he said smiling "It was ok. Why do you ask", I replied "Looks like someone had a good time...or not", he smiled back with a feeding look. He was clearly checking out my body. "We fought so no not that good", I said. I couldn't believe i shared that with him. "Sorry about that. What you fight about", he asked. I could see his turgid cock poking thru his sheer shorts and looked. He clearly saw me looking. "That I was late and she wanted to hook up but i told her she couldn't come back here so she got mad.", i told him "Thank you for following the rules", he said smiling. I could see his cock growing hard. Again I tried not to stare. "I also forgot we were supposed to go out tomorrow but told her I had to clean the pool tomorrow." i shared "If you need to be somewhere else thats fine. We didnt say it had to be tomorrow. Its ok.", Rick told me "I know I just wanted to do it for you. I am thankful for you allowing me to stay for free and wanted to show my appreciation.", I said "And she was in a mood and didnt want to hang out with her. I just needed some space.", I continued He moved closer and put his hand on my shoulder. I could smell his scent again. "Thank you. I am glad you appreciate it. You are always free to have choice around here. Once in a while I will have strict rules but generally i believe in free choice. Ok?" he said squeezing my shoulders. "Yes thank you", I replied "Your shoulders are tight, turn around", he said He spun me around and started to rub my shoulders. It felt good. I was tight from packing and stuff and just stress. He kept massaging me and could feel something touch the small of my back. He stepped in closer massaging me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and suddenly feel his cock poking the small of my back. His scent was strong. I was starting to feel so relaxed and my head spinning a bit. "You ok", he asked "Yeah feels really good", I said moaning "Yeah your tight", he said while massaging harder. I was relaxed but could feel his now hard cock poking me. "Thank you that was great im good now", I said stepping foward and turning around. It was the first time I really looked at his face. He was handsome with his moustache. His face looked a little tired and like he has loss weight over time. We were no more than 18 inches apart. He squeezed my shoulders a couple times and the asked can he take a piss now. We both laughed and I said sure and moved past him. We both faced each other and I was trying to keep cover and my cock brushed up lightly against his leg. "Ohh sorry about that", I said blushing "Not a problem at all. We are both men and have our needs. Our cocks sometimes have a mind of their own", he said pulling out his cock to take a piss. It was huge and turgid. It looked at least 9 inches and thick. He pulled it out and started to stroke it and looked at me. He clearly wanted to show it off to me. I couldn't help but stare in awe of it. I heard him talk but couldn't hear as I was focused on looking at his mammoth meat. "Hello", Rick said "Oh yes sorry", I replied "See something you like", he said stroking his now hard cock "Uh no just never seen one that big", I said back defensively "Really you have a decent size meat. Show me", Rick said "Uhh I don't think that's right", i said softly "Cmon we are just guys. Show it to me now", he said in a nicely but sternly I dropped the towel and showed him my also now hard cock. I had a descent cock. It was just under 7 inches. (yes I measured) with average thickness. My gf always raved about my cock and couldn't get enough. "Hmmm that's a nice cock. Your gf like it?, he asked "Thanks. Yeah she does" I replied "I bet you make her crazy with that thing. Your a hot guy", he said still stroking his cock. My eyes watching "Yeah she does. She creams all over it and cums hard on it", I shared. Again not sure why as i was saying it out loud. "I bet. She just enjoys being fucked. Enjoys your cock in her making her cum over and over", he said rhythmically "Yeah", I said stroking my cock He started to pee out of his massive meat which snapped me out of it. "I better go its been a long day. Good night", I said. "Good night and pleasant dreams", he said.

Apologies for spelling and grammar. Enjoy I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf.

I'm a faggot

Well I flip fucked with a guy I met at his brother in laws deli/catering business in the kitchen. Then later on this same guy had his own deli/catering business where we fucked in his kitchen on multiple occasions. I also fucked a guy a few times in his garage while his wife was sleeping in the house and once at my brothers place while he and his wife we gone on vacation

This guy seems so sweet and so fucking hot. I love the way you write about him.

One that I hired because I had a huge crush on him. He didn’t disappoint. A few other others from minor studios, like Bareback that Hole, that happened to be at sex parties or Cumunion in Manhattan. They were total sluts and a lot of fun.

lately i'm jacking in the shower .. holding the hand-held shower head in my left hand between my legs - hitting my balls and my hole .. and when i cum the load flies!

Chapter 2 Learning the Ropes “Questions, Thor?” The moon was spreading a sparkling trail across the placid waters as they walked down the boardwalk bridge leading to the guest bungalows. “A few minor ones, and one big one.” “Start with the big one.” Thor took a deep breath. “I’d like to know, for the long term, what you’ve gotten me into here.” Lars chuckled. “That’s the good news, Thor. I haven’t ‘gotten you into’ anything. I’ve put you in the way of an opportunity that could change your life into something completely different from what you had imagined a week ago. Whether you choose to take that opportunity or not is entirely up to you. You can choose to join the Christmas Club, or not. Just one ask from me: if you’re deciding you don’t want to join, just let me know as soon as possible.” Thor mulled that one over for a minute. “It’s hard to say if I want to join in when I don’t really know what it is I’d be joining – especially in the long term.” Lars chuckled again. “I understand. I felt the same way when I was invited twenty years ago. It’s just that we have an unwritten rule about not asking and not talking much about it – sort of ‘whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ deal. Except that we never meet in Vegas. But I can fill you in a bit.” “That’s all I ask.” The remainder of the slow walk back to their bungalow and the time as they undressed and climbed into bed was taken up by his explanation. As Lars wrapped up, he added on an answer to one question which Thor hadn’t asked. “And just in case you were wondering, no strings as far as I’m concerned. It’s great fun playing with you, but there’s no relationship here. Not even a – what do they call it now? – a situationship? After all, we don’t even live in the same place.” Another clue. He’s not from Oslo then. Thor’s alert mind ticked off another point. “So where do you live, Lars?” Lars laughed again and flung out an arm in a dramatic gesture. “I am a citizen of the world.” Thor joined him in laughing. “Really, I don’t live anywhere, in the sense of having one definite home base. I’m from Stavanger originally and keep a house there, so that’s my address of record for the Norwegian government. But I travel most of the year on business, and have condos in New York, London, Dubai, and Singapore. And what that business would be comes squarely under the heading of ‘we don’t ask and we don’t tell.’ Now, if that’s satisfied your curiosity enough for the time being, can we stop talking and get down to business?” Thor chuckled again as Lars reached down and manipulated his cock. “I guess I can run on that for now.” This as his tool sprang rapidly to life. This time the two of them moved easily into a sixty-nine, sucking on each other’s cocks until first Thor and then, moments later, Lars exploded. They sucked, they swallowed, and then Lars swung back around to lay his head on the pillow next to his young protégé. And then they slept. The next morning at breakfast, Lars told Thor that he was going to be busy all day and into the evening – “catching up with my friends” as he put it. “I’ll be out and about right through until tonight, so if you want to get together with anyone you met last night, it’ll be fine to bring him back here. Tomorrow we leave for the airport at two o’clock, after lunch.” Damn! This guy can see right through me! Thor gave a rueful laugh. “There’s just no hiding anything from you, Lars. I’m going to do my packing first and then meet one of the guys.” “May I ask?” “Oh, so now he wants a situationship.” They both laughed. “I’m going to touch base with Farouk.” “That’s the young fellow sitting by you last night, yes?” Thor nodded, “Yes, he’s another first-timer like you, and from the looks of him that was quite the base he had that any of us would enjoy touching. Have fun going for the home run!” Ninety minutes later, Thor opened the door to admit Farouk. Thor was wearing just his minimal red brief swimsuit and Farouk’s eyes widened. It was obvious that the young Scandinavian beauty was already somewhat aroused. “Come on, Farouk. Let’s get in the pool – for starters.” Once out on the terrace, Farouk lost no time shedding his shorts and shirt, revealing an equally slim-line yellow brief. Thor whistled. “Wow. They sure gave you the giant economy size, didn’t they?” Farouk’s cock was pushing as far up as possible, and its owner had been forced to angle it a bit to the side to keep it contained. He’d also had to lift the sides of his string brief as high up on his hips as possible. Even with those precautions, the head was already starting to lift the narrow waistband away from his muscular belly. The view in the back was just as provocative. Farouk amused Thor by getting on his back in the pool and swimming back and forth at a lazy pace. The pool wasn’t really big enough for proper swimming, but it was a great way for Farouk to keep showing off his endowment, and since it was still growing and now pushing right out under the waistband, he was putting on quite a show. After a couple of minutes, he sat down in the warm water beside Thor and the two of them began making out, with plenty of tongue and several busy hands adding to the excitement. Thor decided he should make the next move, so he stood up, turned his back to Farouk and climbed up to stand on the step. He then pulled the waist of his swimsuit down to reveal his smooth round ass, pushing the suit still farther until it dropped into the water. He stepped out of it, tossing the suit onto the deck and then knelt down on the edge of the pool with his ass thrust out towards the Egyptian stud. Farouk wasted no time, yanking his own suit off and then diving right in and eating Thor’s firm buns, deep crack, and tight hole in a frenzy of lust. It didn’t take long. Thor began moaning, quietly at first but then louder and louder until Farouk slapped his butt and whispered harshly, “Shut up! You’ll have all the neighbours swimming around to take a look!” “Fuck, yeah! We could give them a show!” Farouk redoubled his sucking and slurping, adding a finger in Thor’s hole to the mix. As he rotated the finger and then added another one to it, Thor was getting more and more active, twisting back and forth and flexing his butt muscles as hard as he could go. Farouk now had Thor’s ass as wet as he could get it. It was time. He stepped up and rubbed the head of his uncut cock, standing a full ten inches almost straight up, into Thor’s crack. As he teased Thor’s hole, he reached down with his spare hand and pulled a small bottle out of the pocket of his shorts which were lying nearby. Squirting the lube onto his fingers, he began working it into the hole. He then pulled out another bottle and handed it to Thor. Thor inhaled deeply, drawing the metallic fumes down into his lungs, first one side and then the other. Farouk waited patiently, still teasing the hole until it suddenly relaxed and twitched, opening and pushing out. He grasped the rigid shaft, planted the head firmly against Thor’s hole, and leaned on it. Thor had never taken such a big piece of meat, but the poppers had loosened him up and he opened up, letting Farouk get the bulbous head inside him. Thor let out a gasp and a loud grunt of “fuck!”, then remembered to breathe deep breaths. Another hit of poppers helped too. Then he looked down between his legs and saw the full size of the tree trunk Farouk was pushing into him. Another involuntary cry of “Aw, fuck!” and his hole relaxed still further. In a few more minutes, Farouk had succeeded. His entire thick, hard manhood was buried all the way inside Thor’s ass. Thor was struggling. He wanted that cock, welcomed it, did what he could to help it out, but it was a real strain for him – not just the length but the thickness even more so. But Farouk, having gotten inside, wasn’t going to take “No” for an answer. He began a slow in and out motion, pushing all the way up inside Thor’s straining hole, and then sliding down and out until just the head was clenched inside the muscle ring. Over the next couple of minutes, Farouk slowly ratcheted up the speed of his fucking motions as Thor’s hole got progressively easier to work with. Thor was still straining, but he took it, he needed it, he wanted a fuck for the record books and Farouk was giving it to him. Farouk’s hip bones were smacking loudly against Thor’s lush round ass on each stroke. “Fuck! I can’t hold it. I’m going to shoot!” Farouk’s sudden exclamation lit Thor’s fire too. “Do it! Fucking cum inside me!” Farouk’s thrusts were getting irregular and hitting harder too. He grunted a few times, then let out a roar and shoved his huge tool all the way up into Thor’s body and let the volcano erupt. Thor felt his insides warm up. Pushing his hand down against his abdomen, he could feel Farouk’s thick head jumping and pulsing inside him. Farouk slammed into Thor a few more times as his epic orgasm continued. At last, the pulsations died away and he gasped for breath. Then, in slow motion contrast to the high-energy fucking of a moment earlier, he let his tool slide slowly out of Thor’s body. Also in slow motion, a tidal wave of white cream followed it out, dripping down into the water by the pool’s edge as Thor’s ass struggled to close up again. Farouk flopped back down into the pool, gasping for air after his sudden burst of energy. Thor sat down again beside him, and they stroked each other gently as their breathing and pulses returned to normal. But then, as he turned to kiss Thor again, Farouk realized something. “Shit! You didn’t cum.” “That’s okay, I’ll get my chance soon enough. I’m head of the line to lay a load into your hot muscle ass.” Farouk turned his head away, mumbling something and Thor realized. “Farouk.” No answer. “Farouk, look at me.” He grasped the handsome Egyptian gently by the chin and swung him slowly around. “You’ve never been fucked?” He didn’t really have to ask. The fear was there in the liquid brown eyes staring back at him. Farouk nodded. “Yeah. But just once, and it hurt like hell. My uncle. He… he forced me.” Thor stared in shock. Farouk gulped for air and then went on. “I mean, like, I wanted it, I already knew I was gay, but he just ripped me open. He was crazy drunk. And I had to go to the hospital to get fixed up.” “Shit. How old were you?” The answer was barely audible. “Thirteen.” Thor suddenly exploded in rage. “I’d want to kill that bastard.” But then he felt Farouk’s hand resting gently on his mouth. “That’s just what my father said. His own brother. And it wasn’t just words.” Thor stared at him, appalled. “When he found out I was gay, he thought his brother had turned me that way. I tried to tell him, but he had gone crazy with rage, he wouldn’t listen. Wherever we go when we die…” and he stopped dead, gulping audibly before going on. “I hope… I just hope they’re talking to each other again now, forgiving each other, wherever they are.” “Your father’s dead too.” “The firing squad.” Thor folded Farouk in his arms, holding him close as he broke down and sobbed. He couldn’t think of a single thing to say that would fit the enormity of Farouk’s pain and hurt. He could only hope that Farouk was getting the message through his touch. At last the emotional storm worked its way out of Farouk’s system and he raised his head. “Sorry for letting go like that.” “It’s okay, Farouk. You need to let it out, so let it out.” “It’s so hard. I’ve only ever told all this to one other person.” “The man who brought you here.” Farouk nodded. “His name’s Abdul. He wanted to take my cock just like you did. And then he wanted to switch. He’s a good man. I told him and he said it was okay, we didn’t need to do it. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to. I play with it myself, with my fingers, my toys, and it feels great. I shoot off like a fountain when I fuck myself with my vibrating dildo. But as soon as it’s another guy and he reaches for my ass, I just freeze right up and clamp down like my life depended on it.” Thor looked at him. So handsome. So frightened. “After what happened, I’d be frozen too. But look, Farouk. I’m not trying to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing. It’s just what you want, whatever you’re ready for.” Farouk shook his head in amazement. “Where were all the decent men like you and Abdul when I was young?” He shook his head again. “So this is what scares me about the Christmas Club – that I’m going to meet some guy who’s top only, I’m going to freeze on him, and I’ll end up getting blacklisted from the whole thing. And I need this, Thor. I need it! Not for money, but to give me some self-confidence, to help me get over being paranoid about dating because of what happened, all of that!” “That might happen. But look at who you’ve met so far. Yoshi, last night, he was so shy and gentle and it’s obvious that he’s 100% bottom. And then there’s Abdul, who sounds like a really great guy, and Lars – my sponsor – he’s just as thoughtful and easy-going.” “And there’s you,” Farouk added, the smile coming back at last into his face and his voice. “So that’s four good guys you’ve met, and no sign of trouble yet. Pretty good odds. Come on, Farouk, let’s go inside and get cleaned up and we can talk some more.” A long shower full of gentle touches and kisses followed. They washed each other down with their hands, taking turns with the shower head to rinse every part of each other. After they were dried off, they got dressed and Thor called for some room service for lunch. Another long conversation turned to the whole business of the Christmas Club, and what it was all about. At least, they knew it was about older men having sex with younger men, but they were both wondering about how it was organized and what was expected of them as newcomers. Putting two and two together, with the hints Thor had gotten from Lars and the rather different bits which Farouk had picked up from Abdul, a fuller picture began to appear. And now Farouk was looking scared again. “I don’t know, Thor. Can I even do this? What if I get with one of those daddies that I don’t know yet and he won’t take no for an answer?” Thor’s mother-hen side came to the surface again. “Just make sure you’ve got the resources to make your own way home if he throws you out. And something else… look, you’ve got my number, here’s what you do. Once you find out where you are and who you’re with, you let me know. That way, there’s someone who knows what the score is with the Christmas Club and knows how and where to get you help to you if you need it. Okay?” Farouk nodded. “Okay, that’s enough serious talk, I want to get some more action out of your beautiful cock before dinner time rolls around.” They both laughed, as he took Farouk’s hand, led him to the bed, and then began to undress him. They fell across the bed together, the heat steadily rising as Thor pulled Farouk on top of him and then got them into position to suck each other’s cocks in a sixty-nine. Farouk gave Thor’s dick his best treatment, sucking it deep, kissing and licking along the shaft and around the head, humming as he got the head deep into his throat – he had mastered all the tricks. Thor was struggling much more with Farouk’s huge tool, but he was doing pretty well at getting most of it inside his mouth, even if he couldn’t completely deep-throat the thing. Farouk eventually worked his way down onto Thor’s balls, then down his taint and began eating Thor’s ass. Thor reciprocated, feeling Farouk loosen up a bit as he washed down that beautiful ass crack, then began licking at the hole, caressing it with his tongue as he felt Farouk giving his own ass the same treatment. Both of them were giving off moans of satisfaction. That’s a good start for him. He’s taking this rimming play and liking it. Thor could feel his own ass loosening and blooming. He knew that it was time, and he needed that huge tool back in his ass. He rolled onto his back, spread his legs apart, and lifted them into the air. “I’m ready, Farouk. I want you inside me again.” Whether because of having already been stretched that morning, or because of the bonding that had taken place between them, Thor found it much easier going this time to get Farouk’s big sledge hammer inside him. And, because they had already blown off some steam earlier, they were able to take their time and enjoy the experience much longer. Farouk enjoyed fucking Thor in missionary, because Thor was flexible enough to fold himself double and pull Farouk right down on top of him, enjoying the body-to-body contact and the intense making out. But then, Farouk pulled out and rolled Thor onto his face before entering him again, lying full length along Thor’s back and wrapping his arms around Thor’s body as he plowed deep inside. Then it was Thor’s turn to roll Farouk onto his back and climb on top, sitting right down onto the full length of that huge man meat and pumping up and down as the head kept bumping against his prostate. And that brought Thor off, grunting and moaning as his dick convulsed, spraying several massive squirts of cream up over his pecs and abs. That was Farouk’s cue to pull Thor up and off so he could get on top again, lick all that warm cream up into his mouth, suck the remaining trails of it off Thor’s cock, and then exchange it all with Thor in a passionate kiss, ending when both swallowed their share. But they weren’t done. Both of them were still hard, and Thor was already stroking himself again as Farouk sank back inside him, big spoon to Thor’s little one. “Fuck, yes! Never had someone do me like this. Don’t stop! It feels so great!” “Feels great to be inside you this way too. Going to keep fucking you like this till I shoot my load inside you.” “I want that load. Give it all to me, fill my hole with your sperm.” “Yeah – gonna fill you up all the way.” Farouk was pounding into Thor faster and faster, and Thor was matching him for speed as he pounded away on his own dick. Both were so turned on that this explosion was going to happen soon, for both of them. “Oh, fuck! Drive it into me! Cum in me!” “Fuck! Gonna cum… in your hole… shoot my load up into your guts....” It wasn’t just the dirty talk. Farouk’s thick head was nailing Thor’s prostate on every stroke, and Thor’s moans and cries showed that he was just as close as the stud plowing him. “Do it! Shoot it! Oh, man, you’re gonna fuck the cum right out of me!” “Take it… take it… fucking cumming… now!” With a last ferocious driving thrust, Farouk forced his way deeper inside than ever before as he exploded into Thor’s fuckhole, right at the same moment that Thor blasted off a second load, just as big as his first cum had been. The two of them lay there, heaving insanely huge breaths as they slowly calmed down from their double climax. At last, Thor spoke. “Unbelievable… what an incredible fuck. I’ve never cum right at the same time like that.” “Neither have I.” Farouk’s huge tool was still lodged inside Thor, still hard, and neither of them showed any real urge to disconnect. At last they got up, went into the bathroom for another shower, and then pulled on their swimsuits to go back outside and relax in the pool for a while longer. As they were sitting there, arms around each other’s bodies, Farouk sighed. “What?” “I was just wishing I felt ready to take it the way you did. I’d really love to have you be the one to teach my ass how good it could feel.” Thor kissed him. “Thank you. Wherever you are, when you do feel ready, there will be a good man who is the right one to take you through that experience.” Thor was no fool. He could tell that Farouk was trying to express love for him, at least at some level. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling drawn to the young Egyptian hunk too. But he kept the brakes on, having already learned the hard way that he simply wasn’t matured enough or ready to settle into a relationship with one man – and he guessed that Farouk wasn’t really any more ready than he was. At last, Farouk sighed and got up. “I’ll have to go. It’s about an hour to sunset, and Abdul wants us to have dinner in the restaurant for this last night.” “It’s all good, Farouk. Lars is off and about through the evening, so I’ll just call up some room service for dinner.” When Farouk was all cleaned up and dressed again, Thor walked him to the door. “Thank you for an amazing day, Thor, and for being so supportive and understanding.” “And thank you, Farouk, for giving me an ass ache that I’ll remember for a long, long time.” They both laughed before Thor went on. “Seriously, it was a great day – great fun, and a great new friend as well.” “Then, thank you – my friend.” And they hugged and kissed for several minutes longer before Farouk went his way. Hours later, Lars returned to a dimly lit room – and was a little startled. Everything was neat and tidy. Thor had taken it upon himself to call housekeeping to come and remake the bed, and he had tipped the housekeeper well for the trouble. Likewise, he had called room service to clear away the dishes after he’d eaten and again tipped the server well for the two trips out to the bungalow. Now, Thor was lying in bed, watching a classic movie on the giant TV screen. He looked pleasantly drowsy. “Hello, Thor. The suite is a lot neater than I expected. Didn’t Farouk come after all?” “Oh, yes. He came and spent the day here. He had to go because his elder, Abdul, wanted to have dinner in the restaurant. But we had a great time all day.” Lars was even more puzzled. That last remark certainly hinted at wild fun and games, but there was an oddly thoughtful, almost sad, note in Thor’s voice as he spoke. So Lars privately resolved to say nothing more. After all, it was no business of his unless he really did want a situationship or more after all – and that he certainly did not want. “Glad you had a good day. I’ll just get cleaned up and then we can get some sleep.” “Good. The movie’s almost over anyway.” “I don’t recognize it. What’s the title?” “Tight Little Island.” Lars chuckled as he headed to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Lars laid down on the bed, on his side, facing Thor – who at once rolled towards his older companion to kiss him goodnight. As they embraced, Lars instinctively ran his hand down Thor’s back to caress his ass, and Thor flinched at the touch. “Ah, you did have a good time, didn’t you?” “Did you?” “Touché. As my former partner in England used to say, ‘Ask no questions and you’ll get told no lies.’” “Precisely.” Lars laughed again, at the shrewd way in which Thor had diverted his curiosity and turned it back on him. He made a mental note for the file which he was compiling on Thor: Thoughtful, clever, quick responses, and not easy to catch off guard. In five more minutes, they were both asleep.

Yesterday I was needing cock and cum bad. So I went to my usual spots Grindr, bbrts, looking for some men to flood my hole. I found a guy on Grindr 5’ 8” 190lbs of muscle and a nice 8” cock with a curve to the left. I was at work when we started talking but made plans to meet afterwards which he didn’t mind since he wanted to fuck me after he went to the gym. He got to my place around 5:30 in a tank top and a tent in his gym shorts. We made out as he guided me to the couch and pushed my head to his musty crotch. I only got to blow him a few minutes before he pulled me up and positioned me on the couch and rammed his cock inside me. It was a little painful but luckily I loosened and lubed a bit before he got there. After about 5 minutes he says he’s cumming but he doesn’t stop fucking. About another 10-15 minutes goes by and again he says he’s cumming and he repeated the process 4 times. He had said the gym made him super horny and clearly wasn’t lying lol. After his 5th load he finally started to get soft and slid out my super wet hole, each load was clearly a decent size cuz it started dripping down my leg as I led him out. All in all it was just what I was needing a hot guy, multiple loads and all in about an hour’s worth of time

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ok that got me hard

Last stage of syphilis and hiv

24Kaikan Asakusa is a good one, always busy, even on slow afternoons. I've been there twice, been fucked 3 times. The 5th floor tatami/bunk room is where the magic happens and few use condoms. In fact when you get your robe and towel, they usually forget to supply condoms. As for lube because its not provided. The boys wearing nothing but girl wigs are sorta the signal as to who the tops and bottoms are, but even the wig boys tend to be verse.

Okay, not fair! Here I am alone on New Year's Eve, spun as fuck, cock starved. cum craving, pre-cum leaking, chest-licking neg boy. Alone. On New Years Eve. With a fucking cold. And the best therapy I can imagine would be to read more of this terrifically hot story. Remember, guys, you/re not just writing porn stories -- you're keeping a lot of lonely guys company. We need you.

My first and current std is Herpes when I was 18. I assume I got it from sucking and fucking a guy with a huge thick 9 inch cock at the bookstore with cold sores all over his cock. I specifically focused mainly on sucking and licking all the sores. I’ll never forgot the look he gave me when I swallowed up his load. I’m 26 now and still remember this vividly. I look back with no regret and every cock I see with sores or warts I enjoy fucking nd sucking it more. Same with POZ and dick with other stds. When I was still in highschool at 16/17 I started letting homeless men fuck me raw every chance I got. Living in Vegas the amount of homeless willing to fuck me was amazing. I still do it to this day

I am not sure I ever had any standards. I always just wanted cock and really never cared about much else. Many, many years ago, when I was just a teenager, I was getting fucked in an old roach infested flop house. And the men fucking me weren't exactly the most reputable!

I guess since I was putting my ass against glory holes at an early age, I’d say they have a dick, they’ve met my standards 😂

omg, so hot. Cum as lube is such a turn on. Used to trade cum filled condoms and containers. Should do again.

The motel's parking lot was a sea of cracked asphalt under the harsh glare of sodium lamps, the air thick with the hum of distant traffic and the stale scent of rain-soaked dumpsters. Jake, barely 19 and hailing from a nowhere town where dreams went to die, had scraped together bus fare on a whim, chasing whispers of quick money in the city. The online ad had promised 'discreet companionship gigs—no experience needed.' He'd figured it meant posing for photos or light flirting, not this. His palms sweated as he clutched the room key, the brass tag for Room 12 biting into his skin. Inside, the space was a time capsule of despair: yellowed walls with water stains blooming like bruises, a lumpy queen bed sagging under its own weight, and a bathroom door that hung crooked on rusted hinges. Jake paced, his sneakers scuffing the threadbare rug, rehearsing lines in his head. He was slim, boyish—5'9" with tousled brown hair, clear skin, and wide blue eyes that screamed innocence. Tight jeans hugged his narrow hips, and a simple white tee clung to his flat chest. The wired half-payment sat heavy in his pocket, a reminder that backing out wasn't an option. The knock came at exactly 9 PM, sharp as a gunshot. Jake's stomach twisted. He cracked the door, peeking out before swinging it wide. There stood Marcus, a wall of a man at 6'3", his frame packed with muscle from years of manual labor and gym sessions. Late 30s, with a square jaw shadowed by dark stubble, cropped black hair, and eyes like chipped emeralds—cold, calculating. He wore a fitted black polo that strained across his pecs and cargo pants that did nothing to hide the bulge snaking down his thigh. A faint scar ran along his left cheek, adding to the air of quiet menace. "You Jake?" Marcus's voice rumbled, deep and edged with authority, as he shouldered past without invitation, the door thudding shut behind him. "Y-yeah," Jake stammered, locking it out of habit. "Marcus, right? Make yourself comfortable. There's... uh, water or chips if you want." Marcus's laugh was low, predatory, echoing off the thin walls. He dropped a duffel bag by the bed and turned, sizing Jake up like prey. "Cut the small talk, boy. I didn't drive two hours for snacks. You read the profile? Know what I expect?" Jake nodded too quickly, cheeks burning. The messages had been vague—'mutual fun, safe play'—but the cash had blinded him. "Sure. We can ease into it. Maybe talk first?" Marcus closed the distance in two strides, his cologne—a mix of leather and spice—overwhelming the room's mustiness. He grabbed Jake's wrist, yanking him close. "Talk's for shrinks. Strip. Now. Or I walk, and you keep that half-payment as a lesson." Jake's breath hitched, but he complied, fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. It fell open, exposing pale skin unmarked by anything but a faint freckle trail across his collarbone. He toed off his sneakers, then shoved down his jeans, stepping out in plain gray boxers that tented slightly from nerves and unwanted arousal. Marcus watched, unblinking, then peeled off his own polo, revealing a torso carved from stone—broad shoulders, ripped abs dusted with coarse hair that arrowed down to his waistband. "Kneel," Marcus commanded, voice dropping an octave. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the leather whispering through loops. Jake sank to his knees, the rough carpet scraping his shins. The zipper's rasp was deafening in the silence. Marcus hauled out his cock—monstrous, at least ten inches of girthy meat, veins bulging like ropes, the uncut head already flushing purple and leaking a fat bead of precum. It bobbed heavily, slapping against his palm as he stroked it to full hardness. "Open wide, rentboy," Marcus said, gripping Jake's hair and tilting his head back. The cockhead smeared across his lips, salty and musky, forcing Jake's mouth apart. He pushed in, the thickness prying his jaw to its limit, filling his mouth until his cheeks bulged. Jake gurgled, eyes watering as he tried to accommodate. His tongue pressed flat against the underside, tasting the bitter tang of skin and arousal. Marcus didn't wait, thrusting forward to bury half his length, the head bumping his tonsils. "Suck harder. Use that tongue like you mean it." Jake hollowed his cheeks, slurping messily as he bobbed, saliva bubbling at the corners of his lips. Marcus's hips rocked, fucking his face with increasing force—short jabs that made Jake choke, throat convulsing around the invading shaft. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the drool that dripped onto his chest. "Gag on it, boy. Choke like the slut you are," Marcus growled, yanking Jake's hair to control the depth. The room reeked of sweat and sex, wet glucks punctuating each plunge. Minutes stretched into agony, Jake's jaw aching, lips numb. Marcus finally withdrew with a pop, strings of spit connecting them. His cock glistened, throbbing angrily. "Bed. Ass in the air. Time to earn the rest." Jake crawled onto the mattress, knees sinking into the thin padding, heart hammering. He'd fooled around before—a fumbling handjob in a dorm, a quick suck in an alley—but nothing like this beast. Marcus rummaged in his bag, pulling out lube and a condom packet. He slicked his fingers, then knelt behind Jake, who was on all fours, boxers yanked down to his thighs. "Ever taken it up the ass?" Marcus asked, one rough finger circling Jake's virgin pucker. "N-not really," Jake admitted, voice muffled in the pillow. Marcus snorted. "Tight little hole. Gonna ruin you." He shoved a finger in dry first, ignoring the yelp, twisting it deep. Jake clenched, burning pain flaring, but Marcus added a second, scissoring brutally, stretching the ring without mercy. Lube followed, cold and slick, but the prep was cursory—three fingers pumping fast, hooking to graze the prostate and draw involuntary moans. "Please... go slow," Jake begged, trembling. "Slow's for pussies." Marcus rolled on the condom, the latex straining over his girth, then positioned himself. He gripped Jake's hips with bruising force, nails digging crescents into flesh, and rammed forward. The head breached with a pop, tearing a scream from Jake as inches forced their way in, splitting him open. "Fuck, it's too big! Stop!" Jake clawed at the sheets, body locking up. Marcus didn't. He thrust harder, burying to the balls in one vicious shove. Jake's hole resisted, then gave, a sharp rip of pain as the dry friction caused micro-tears. Blood welled, warm and slick, mixing with lube to ease the slide—but not enough. Marcus pulled back, the condom smeared red, then slammed home again, the bedframe rattling. "Take my cock, you whiny bitch," Marcus snarled, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a battering ram—deep, grinding, his hips slapping Jake's ass cheeks until they reddened. Jake sobbed, the burn intensifying as blood trickled down his thighs, staining the sheets. His hole pulsed around the shaft, torn and inflamed, every withdrawal tugging at the raw edges. But pleasure twisted in amid the agony, his prostate hammered relentlessly, forcing his cock to leak onto the mattress. "It hurts... oh god, it's bleeding... pull out!" Jake gasped, but his hips bucked back on instinct, chasing the fullness. Marcus laughed, sweat flying as he pounded faster. His balls swung heavy, smacking Jake's taint. He reached around, fisting Jake's dick roughly, jerking it in time—twisting the head, squeezing the base until Jake whined. The room was a cacophony: skin slapping wetly, Jake's cries, Marcus's grunts, the metallic tang of blood in the air. Deeper into the rut, Marcus's control frayed. He hooked an arm around Jake's waist, flipping him onto his back without exiting—legs shoved up, knees to chest, exposing everything. Blood smeared Jake's crack, the hole gaping slightly, puffy and wrecked. Marcus drove in again, the angle brutal, cock spearing straight to the core. Jake's eyes rolled, tears carving paths down his temples. "Look at you, bleeding for my dick. Pathetic." Marcus spat on his chest, then leaned down to bite Jake's nipple hard, drawing blood there too. His thrusts turned feral, hips pistoning like a machine, the condom's base chafing the torn rim. Jake's protests weakened, body betraying him as orgasm built unbidden. "No... don't... it burns so much..." That's when Marcus struck. Mid-thrust, his fingers pinched the condom's rim, tearing it with a sharp rip. He yanked the shredded latex free, flinging it aside, and plunged back in bare—hot skin sliding through blood and lube, raw and intimate. Jake felt the shift immediately: the loss of barrier, the increased glide, the danger. "What the fuck? The condom—stop! You're not wearing—" Jake thrashed, but Marcus pinned his arms overhead with one massive hand, the other clamping his throat just tight enough to restrict air. "Shut your hole," Marcus hissed, choking him lightly as he fucked harder. The bare cock dragged against every nerve, blood lubricating the assault. Jake's vision blurred, panic surging as he realized the risk—unprotected, this stranger's seed about to flood him. "Please... cum outside... I beg you," Jake wheezed when the hand eased, legs quivering over Marcus's shoulders. Marcus's eyes burned with dark triumph. He was loaded with HIV, viral count raging from skipped meds, and this naive kid was his perfect vector—young, fuckable, forgettable. "Beg all you want. You're getting bred raw." The pace became savage. Marcus hammered down, cock swelling, veins pulsing against Jake's walls. Blood squelched with each plunge, the hole a ruined mess—swollen, torn, leaking crimson trails. Jake's body convulsed, unwanted ecstasy ripping through him as his prostate was abused. He came first, untouched now, spurting ropes across his stomach with a broken cry, ass clenching like a vice. That triggered Marcus. He roared, burying deep, and unleashed. Cum jetted in thick, forceful blasts—hot, viscous, painting Jake's insides white. Pulse after pulse, overflowing the battered channel, mixing with blood to ooze out in pinkish rivulets. Marcus ground in circles, ensuring every drop stayed buried, marking the boy irrevocably. Finally spent, he pulled out with a obscene squelch, a flood of cum and blood following, soaking the bed. Jake curled fetal, sobbing, his ass throbbing in agony, hole twitching and gaping, unable to close. Fresh blood seeped steadily, the tears deep enough to sting with every shift. Marcus stood, cock softening and streaked red, wiping it clean on Jake's discarded shirt. He tossed the remaining cash on the nightstand. "Worth every penny. Clean up that mess—might wanna see a doc for the bleeding. Or don't. Your call, slut." "You... you did that on purpose. The condom... and you're... sick, aren't you?" Jake whispered, horror choking him as the warmth inside turned to dread. Marcus zipped up, smirking. "Who knows? Life's a gamble, kid. Enjoy the ride." He grabbed his bag and left, the door clicking shut like a final nail. Jake lay there for hours, body wrecked, mind fracturing. The clinic call came days later: positive, as expected. Scars lingered—not just the physical ones on his ass, still tender and scarred from the tears, but the invisible kind, twisting his desires into something darker. In the dead of night, fingers would probe the healed but sensitive ring, memories flooding back: the rip, the flood, the inescapable pull. Tricked, raped, infected, bleeding... and hooked.

He kept that motion, it felt so amazing. I never felt anything so good. My ass lifted itself up a little wanting to give him more access to that spot and wanting him to touch it more. Then my phone rang. My body went back down and Rick stopped massaging me. I picked up my phone from the table next to the chair. It was Jane. I answered. She asked if I was free for dinner. I looked at my phone. I didn't realize we had been out by the pool for so long. It was almost 4pm. "I really miss you and want to see you.", Jane said "I know. We are still finishing up cleaning the pool. We are not done yet", I said Then I felt Rick touch me again. First softly massaging my ass and then my inner thigh. I let out a soft muted sigh and moan. "What did you say?" Jane asked "I said ohhh yeah. It would be good to see you." I said recovering "I gotta go. See you at 5:30p at the Italian place on 5th.", I said "Ok babe, I can't wait to see you. I love you. Say you love me please", she begged "i love you too. Gotta go. Bye", I said quickly and hung up the phone "They have good food there.", Rick said still massaging my inner thigh. He was more tender in his touching now. As I turned to him, I could see his hung cock hanging there hard but not fully erect. Our chairs were only a foot apart now. He saw me look at his cock and put my head back down. My cock was still hard and could feel it leaking precum as my groin was wet. "Thank you for putting sunscreen on my back area. I think I better go now.", i said "You're welcome it was my pleasure. You have an amazing body Dan. You have some not rubbed in yet." he said as he did one more massaged of my ass cheeks and spreading them feeling the cool air in my crack and on my whole then finishing on both my inner thighs and running his fingers into that area where the leg meets the groin. He pushed his hands in essentially lifting my body off the chair and ran his fingers and nails thru causing an electric shock thru my body. My cock throbbed. He did these two more times and my hard cock flopped back down but rather than be under my stomach it fell under my balls downward so when I landed my cock and head was now exposed to him between my legs. "Ohhh I see someone likes my massage. It's leaking a lot Dan. Have you been leaking all this time?", Rick said jokingly "Ohh yeah sorry", I said quickly. This position made my cock only harder. It was like being pulled back away from my body. I could feel more precum leak out of my cock. "Don't apologize boy, like I said we are all men with urges. You should be comfortable with your desires and listen to your body. Give into your body's needs. There is no judgement here. We are just to dudes enjoying each others company." Rick said while rubbing my thighs and legs, relaxing me again with his touch. "So why did you lie again to her?", Rick asked "What do you mean?", I asked back. His touch was still relaxing me and removing my defenses and my cock rock hard. "You told her we were not done yet. We clearly are. You could leave now and go and meet her", he pressed "I don't know", I replied softly "Maybe you just being here, free, naked, relaxed, no stress. 2 guys just hanging out.", he said while still rubbing me, now focusing on my inner thighs again. It felt so good. "Yeah you are right I lied, it feels good to hang here with you. I feel relaxed and free. I don't feel judged." i confessed "She judge you a lot", Rick asked " Yeah kind of. Always criticizing and judging me and others.", I said "Then just relax and enjoy the moment boy." Rick said softly

Rick left and I looked through my boxed clothes and found my high school speedos. I was worried putting these on would cover even less now I am older and a little bigger. I was about 5 lbs more than I was in high school. I put them on and they fit but they were a bit tight. I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall that was across my bed. I stood there and looked at myself, no shirt just speedos. I still looked good even though I wasn't swimming competitively. I swam at the local pool for exercise at least once a week so i still had the slender swimmers build and abs. Some of the weight went to my ass. As i was a little heavier they sat like low rise briefs at my hips below my waist and barely covered my pubes. From the front it was tight and creeped up my thighs even more than I remember. My cock showed thru more too. Turning around my ass was a little bigger and my ass cheeks jutted out more showing more ass. When I pulled up the speedo higher on my waist it pulled by more showing more of my ass. Turning back the front showed more of my thighs. I kept looking at myself and adjusting, making sure I looked ok and tried to cover up. I don't know why i wanted to look ok or even good. I went outside in the back and started working on the pool. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in at least 6 months. There were leaves, some debris on the bottom and scum. It was now about 7am and the sun was out as summer is hot here. I started cleaning out the leaves floating at the top. As I was half way done Rick came outside. "You look very nice in that swimsuit", Rick said walking over. "Thank you", I said blushing. I turned and looked at Rick. He was in a swim trunk that showed off his huge cock. They were boxing shorts like swim shorts no more than 3 inches top to bottom. They were white with blue outline and laced closure over his cock that show off a bit of his pubes. He looked hot even for someone in his 60's and thin looking with a slight belly. "I see you found something you like. Tell me what you are thinking now.", he said smiling at me "Sorry I was staring, your shorts done hide much of your cock" i said joking it off. "Neither does yours", he said placing his finger under the front side band near my right thigh of my briefs and running his finger around in the back and pulling them up a bit giving me a wedgie. "You look very nice", he said smiling and his hand laying down against my now more exposed ass. His hand felt warm and caressing. "Thank you very much" I said blushing and smiling back at him. I felt my cock starting to get hard. "Well better get back to cleaning" I said I went back to cleaning the top leaves. Rick went to get another net and helped me. After another 20 minutes we finished. The sun was fully out and it was getting hot. "We both better put on sunscreen." , he said passing my a spray bottle. We both started to spray and rub it on our bodies. Rick asked me to spray and rub on his back. I obliged and started spraying and rubbing it in. I noticed he had these red spots on his body. Not a lot maybe 3 or 4 on his back. "What are these red spots", I asked "Lesions. Don't worry they aren't contagious by just touching them", he said "Oh just was curious. Not to worry" I said rubbing his back. After I was finished, he offered to do my back. He started at the top massaging it in and giving my shoulders a massage. I moaned as it felt good. He then worked down my back also spraying and massaging it in. When he got to my waist he massaged under the waistband. It felt good but was worried how far down he was going. He stopped about an inch under saying as you move around so does your swimsuit so you should always cover under it. Made sense and let him finish. We got back to work and started to clean the bottom and walls of the pool. We both got into the water as the vacuum pole wasn't long. We finished about an hour later. Rick went inside and brought some sandwiches and beers. We sat on the lounge chairs and ate and drank. "How old are you", Rick asked "19 yrs old" I said softly "Your 19? I thought you graduated 2 years ago." he said surprisingly "Yes I did but i graduated a year early. Is that ok that i still rent from you? Am i too young?, i said worryingly He laughed, "No you are the right age. But not legal to drink. Don't worry its just us, have another beer." he said smiling back and slapped my knee as we were sitting facing each other and handed me my second beer. After my third beer and sandwiches I jumped back in the pool to swim and relax. I felt like some of my stress washed away with today.

[continued from : He messaged me to say that it turns out he’s getting off work early tonight, and that we could meet up after. He really wanted to fuck me, but since that wouldn’t be safe in a parking lot, I recommended a few places outdoors safe enough for sex longer than a quickie. He chose a dead-end road just out of town and I met him there. I was still turned on from how hot it was last night, and the anticipation of getting fucked by his beautiful cock for the first time further heightened my excitement. I slipped into his car when I arrived, and as yesterday I dove straight down on his beautiful cock. His is a perfect shape because it can get past my tonsils with every stroke, and somehow still somehow breathe through my nose. I could give this guy head for hours. Eventually I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, and he in turn asked me to ride him where we were in the back seat. I manoeuvred into place, and quickly found a positioning he liked best with me holding onto the headrest while I rode him. His curved cock was perfect for this angle, and we were both having a good time. Before long, he released in me. I could feel his throbbing for a while, but I never fully stopped riding his cock, and he never lost his erection. i just kept going, and after 20 min or so, he was close but my knees needed a break, so we went outside and he fucked me from behind, bent over with my hands against the boot of the car. He stroked my cock while he fucked me, and it felt great. The bottom side of the curve of his hard cock was striking deep bass notes in me, and he responded with groans because his stroking caused my ass to tighten more. He pulled out and his first load spilled out, then said he wanted me to ride him again. He came pretty quick once I was back on him again. Then we sat and recovered for a while in his back seat. Bright moonlight, not too cold or hot, doors open. We got to talking and it was genuinely enjoyable getting to know him better. He's sweet, polite, and chill, pretty different from what I'm used to from local guys, especially with the age gap. I was really surprised and happy that he’s had it easy being gay: his parents knew he was gay before he realised it, his family is supportive, and was out in high school without any bullying. The “straightest” guy from his high school class ended up hooking up with him after high school via Sniffies. But over all he has mostly just done oral, and I’m only the 3rd guy he’s fucked. I guess it can’t be all charm and light though, because the two guys who topped him were rough and uncaring and now he has no desire to bottom. I believe it too, because most tops in this town are lousy, though it pisses me off when older guys treat virgin bottoms so shoddily. He’d never heard of PrEP and I gave him the low down on it, DoxyPEP, and vaccinations. I know it’s not necessarily a turn on, but I wanted to help him look out for himself. We probably talked for 30 min, and he was rock hard again. I sucked him for a while and he asked me to ride him again. This time he sat in the middle of the back seat. I started in the same position curved in to him, but then he asked me to ride him leaning back. At first, I wasn’t sure if there was room for that, but it ended up working perfectly and I surfed my hole along the crest of his curve. It was heaven and he was realllyyyy enjoying it. When he came, it seemed his third orgasm was the most intense. He cums deep! We exchanged names and numbers and said good night. I would love to have him as a fuck buddy, I think we could get really wild and passionate. He said next time we’ll kiss. Fingers crossed for a regular thing.

I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf. I arrive 20 minutes late to meet my gf, Jane at a pizza joint. About 15 minutes in she asked if I was ok. She said my mind seemed somewhere else. I said i was worried about starting school and getting settled into the city. We ate and had casual conversation. She asked if she could come and see my place. I said sorry that I cant take any guests over. She was a little angry. "How are we supposed to hang out?", she said. "Maybe we can go to your place or at a restaurant", I responded "And when we want to fuck?", she said "Its been a few weeks and I just got off my period", she said "Cant we go to your place", I asked "No not for the next week as my roomate has her brother over and he might hear us", she said. After that we got the check and went out to her car. We started making out and she grabbed my cock which was still hard from earlier and she pulled it out. "Someones been thinking about me", she said as she went down on me. "Ughhh fuck", I moaned. It didnt take long, more than a few minutes before I was ready to cum. Then....Thump. It was her friend banging on her trunk. Luckily she had tinted windows and at night you really cant see thru. I pulled up my pants and she got up. "Hey gf come with us to Lisa's house. She is having a party there", her friend said. My gf looked at me and asked if I wanted to go, i said no i was tired and it was a long day. She said she wanted to go and party but again had to push back and told her I was tired. She placed her hand on my still hard cock and told me to come with her. I pushed her hand away and said no. She being a bit pissed that this point said ok and we would hook up tomorrow as planned for brunch. I told her I couldnt cause my landlord offered me free rent but i had to clean the pool tomorrow. Now she was fuming. We had a set date and I had to cancel. I told her i didnt have a choice and promised the landlord i would do it tomorrow. She told me to get out and go home. I drove home and went into my room via the sliding door. I changed clothes and started to take my stuff (toothbrush, soap, shampoo etc) into the bathroom. I could hear the TV on in Rick's room. I walked closer and could hear moaning on the TV. It sounds like he was watching porn again. I quietly walked back to my room got clothes and stuff and jumped in the shower. Remembering the porn i got hard and started to stroke my cock. I was so horny between earlier in the day and my gf going down on me. After I finished i got out of the shower and was drying myself off when the door opened.

Chapter 24 The silence in the house was wrong. It wasn’t the comfortable quiet of shared space; it was an empty, echoing void. Jordan dropped his duffel bag by the door, the thud unnaturally loud. “Guys? Jared? Blake?” No answer. A note on the kitchen counter, written in Jared’s sloppy scrawl, explained it: Went to the outlet mall for the weekend. Back Sunday night. Leftovers in the fridge. A weekend. They’d known he was coming home. They’d left anyway. A cold knot tightened in his stomach, something that felt a lot like suspicion. He tried to shake it off. They’re just shopping. It’s fine. He needed a distraction. He booted up his desktop, the familiar hum a small comfort. He’d check his messages, maybe watch some porn, take the edge off the long drive home. As the monitor flickered to life, a single folder sat open on the screen, its contents displayed in a grid of thumbnails. It wasn’t his. The folder was simply labeled “US.” Curiosity, that hungry little beast, nibbled at him. He clicked on the first video. It was Blake’s bedroom. The camera was propped up on a dresser. Jared and Blake were on the bed, not fucking, but… wrestling. It was playful, all laughing protests and tangled limbs. Jared pinned Blake, his body covering the smaller man’s. They were both shirtless, breathing heavily. The laughter died down. Jared’s gaze dropped to Blake’s lips. The air in the room on the screen seemed to change, to thicken. Jared leaned down, so slowly, and pressed his mouth to Blake’s. It wasn't a hookup kiss. It was deep, searching, tender. Jordan’s breath hitched. He clicked another. This one was in their living room, on the couch Jordan usually claimed. Jared was sitting, and Blake was straddling his lap, but they were fully clothed, just holding each other. Blake’s head was tucked under Jared’s chin, his eyes closed. Jared was whispering something, his lips moving against Blake’s hair, his large hand stroking slow, soothing circles on Blake’s back. The look on Jared’s face—it was a look of such profound, peaceful possession that it made Jordan’s chest ache. It was a look Jordan had never seen him give anyone, not even during their most intense threesomes. He opened video after video. They weren’t just sex tapes. They were love letters. There were slow, passionate fuckings where they stared into each other’s eyes the entire time, whispering things the microphone couldn’t pick up. There were moments of pure domestic intimacy—cooking together in just their boxers, sharing a joint on the back patio, Blake tracing the lines of Jared’s tattoos while they watched a movie. The travelling for work… leaving them together so much… It hadn’t brought them all closer. It had split them. It had created a dyad, a unit of two that deliberately excluded the third. And they were hiding it. They hadn’t said a word. A hot, acidic jealousy boiled up in his throat, followed immediately by a cold, numbing sense of loss. He closed the folder. He wouldn’t confront them. Not yet. He just sat there in the darkening room, the ghost of their stolen moments playing on a loop behind his eyes. * The next six weeks on the road were a blur of diesel fumes, hotel rooms, and Chad. The discovery at home became a secret fuel, a dark energy Jordan poured into his… whatever this was with his coworker. The mutual jerk-off sessions in the truck became a daily ritual, a necessary release. Then the kissing started—clumsy at first, then hungry, desperate, all teeth and tongue against the door of another anonymous hotel room. Then came the night Chad, his breath hot against Jordan’s neck, his thick cock pressed insistently against Jordan’s thigh, growled the words. “I wanna fuck you, Jordan. For real. I need to feel what it’s like to be inside you.” The proposition should have been terrifying. But all Jordan felt was a thrilling, dizzying surge of power. Yes. This was what he needed. To be claimed. To be filled. To forget everything else. “Okay,” Jordan breathed, his voice barely a whisper. “Okay. Do it.” They stumbled toward Chad’s bed, a tangle of frantic hands and searching mouths. Clothes were torn away, landing in heap on the cheap carpet. Chad’s hands were everywhere—gripping his ass, palming his chest, cupping his jaw as he plundered his mouth. Jordan let himself be manhandled, his own arousal spiking with every rough, possessive touch. Chad broke the kiss, his dark eyes blazing with a intensity that made Jordan’s knees weak. “Turn over. On your knees.” The command sent a shiver of pure submission through him. He obeyed, scrambling onto the mattress, presenting himself. He heard the rip of a foil packet, the slick sound of lube. His heart hammered against his ribs. This is happening. He’s really going to do it. He felt the blunt, wet head of Chad’s cock press against him. It was so much bigger than a finger, an impossible pressure. He tensed, a involuntary gasp caught in his throat. “Relax for me, man,” Chad murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle despite its rough texture. One of his big, calloused hands stroked down Jordan’s spine, a calming gesture that was at odds with the situation. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.” Jordan forced air into his lungs, willing his body to soften, to accept. He focused on the feeling of Chad’s hand on his back, the solid warmth of his body looming over him. Then Chad pushed. It was a slow, inexorable invasion, a stretch that bordered on pain before it melted into a feeling of being utterly, completely full. A broken moan was torn from Jordan’s throat. “Fuck… Chad…” “Jesus, Jordan,” Chad groaned above him, his voice strained. His hips stilled, buried to the hilt. “You’re so fucking tight. So hot inside.” He leaned over, blanketing Jordan’s body with his own, his chest pressed against Jordan’s back. His beard scraped against Jordan’s shoulder as he spoke. “You like that? I'm so deep in you?” Jordan could only nod, his face pressed into the scratchy hotel pillow. He was overwhelmed by the sensation, by the sheer physicality of it. Every slight shift of Chad’s hips sent sparks shooting through his nerves. Chad began to move, a slow, shallow rocking that gradually built into deeper, more confident thrusts. The initial burn was gone, replaced by a building, coiling pleasure that started deep in his core. Each thrust rubbed his prostate, a direct, electric shock that made his own dick, hard and leaking against his stomach, jump and twitch. Chad’s rhythm was punishing, powerful, each drive of his hips slamming Jordan forward with a grunt. “Yeah, take this dick,” Chad grunted, his hands gripping Jordan’s hips hard, surely leaving bruises. “Take it all. You love this, don’t you? Love getting fucked like this.” “Yes,” Jordan moaned, the word mangled. “Fuuuck, yes…” He was losing himself, his mind going blank white with pleasure. This was nothing like being with Jared and Blake. This was raw, primal, singular. There was no audience, no performance. It was just this: the smell of their sweat, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the brutal, perfect friction of Chad’s thick cock stretching him open. Chad’s pace became frantic, his breathing ragged in Jordan’s ear. “You're gonna make me cum, man. I'm gonna fill you up.” The promise, so filthy and direct, was what sent Jordan spiraling over the edge. His orgasm ripped through him with a silent, violent intensity, his cum striping the bedspread beneath him in hot, pulsing jets. His body clenched tightly around Chad, milking him. With a guttural roar, Chad buried himself as deep as he could go. Jordan felt the hot, throbbing pulse of his release through the latex, a final, claiming heat flooding inside him. Chad collapsed on top of him, his full weight pressing Jordan into the mattress, both of them spent and gasping for air. After a long moment, Chad softened and slipped out. He rolled off, disposing of the condom before lying back down, an arm thrown over his eyes. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Finally, Chad spoke, his voice rough and low. “That was…” Jordan held his breath. “…fuckin’ insane.” Chad turned his head on the pillow, looking at Jordan with a dazed, sated expression that was entirely new. “We are definitely doing that again.” Jordan looks at Chad with smiling eyes. "You're turn!" Chapter 25 The humid, grimy air of the shipyard clung to them like a second skin. Every clang of metal, every shouted command, was just background noise to the secret dance unfolding between them. Jordan would be tightening a bolt, and he’d glance over to see Chad bent over a crate, his loose work pants offering a deliberate, fleeting glimpse of his heavy balls and soft, thick dick. The sight sent a jolt straight to Jordan’s core, his own cock swelling instantly against the rough denim of his jeans. Chad would catch his look and straighten up, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips beneath the shadow of his hard hat. He’d adjust himself with a casual, almost arrogant grab, making the substantial weight of his package unmistakable. No words were needed. The entire day was a silent, sweaty preamble, a steady crescendo of shared, illicit heat that left them both aching and distracted. Back at the hotel, the shower was a necessary purging of the day’s grit, but also an extension of the tease. The water sluiced over Chad’s tattooed shoulders, and Jordan’s eyes traced the paths it took, his soapy hands moving over his own body with a possessiveness he knew Chad was watching. They toweled off in the steamy bathroom, the thick terrycloth doing little to hide their renewed, half-hard interest. Dinner was a blur of shared plates and easy laughter. Chad was in peak form, his jokes coming quick and his smiles directed solely at Jordan. His touches became more frequent—a clap on the shoulder that lingered, a nudge of his knee under the table, a hand on Jordan’s forearm to emphasize a point. Each point of contact was a brand. Jordan sipped his beer, watching Chad’s animated face. This guy says he’s straight, he thought, the familiar internal refrain taking on a new, hopeful edge. But the way he’s looking at me… the way he can’t keep his hands to himself… it feels like more. It feels like he has feelings for me. The idea was terrifying and electrifying. The walk back to their room was charged with a silent, humming anticipation. The second the hotel door clicked shut behind them, the careful pretense of the evening shattered. Chad didn’t say a word. He simply turned, his eyes dark and intense, and pushed Jordan back against the door. His mouth found Jordan’s in a deep, claiming kiss that tasted of beer and want. It wasn't tentative or questioning; it was desperate and sure. Their hands were everywhere, pulling at clothes, fumbling with buttons and zippers. A shirt was ripped over a head. A belt buckle clattered to the floor. “You said,” Chad breathed against his lips, his voice a rough, husky thing that vibrated through Jordan’s entire body. “You said it was my turn.” Jordan could only nod, his breath catching as Chad’s hands shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs in one urgent motion. “I’m ready, Jordan,” Chad whispered, his forehead pressed to Jordan’s, his eyes squeezed shut as if gathering courage. “Fuck me. I want you inside me.” His hands gripped Jordan’s hips, his fingers pressing into the flesh. “But go slow. I’m tight. I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” The confession, so vulnerable and raw, snapped Jordan into a different headspace. The frantic energy morphed into something focused, tender. He cupped Chad’s face, forcing him to open his eyes. “Look at me. We’ll go as slow as you need. I’ve got you.” He led Chad to the bed, laying him back gently against the pillows. He took his time, worshiping the landscape of Chad’s body with his hands and mouth—the hard planes of his chest, the trail of hair leading down from his navel, the intricate ink on his powerful arms. He wanted Chad boneless and pliant, wanted every ounce of nervous tension replaced with pure, aching need. When he finally reached Chad’s cock, it was a testament to the man’s control. It stood thick and full against his stomach, the head dark and flushed, already glistening. Jordan leaned down, taking him into his mouth, using his tongue to lavish attention on the sensitive slit, savoring the sharp, salty taste of his pre-cum. Chad’s back arched off the bed, a broken groan tearing from his throat. “Fuck… Jordan… yes…” Jordan prepared him with a reverence he usually reserved for his own most private fantasies. He used his fingers, slick with lube from the nightstand, working him open with infinite patience, watching the play of agony and ecstasy on Chad’s face. He scissored him slowly, crooking his fingers, seeking out that bundle of nerves that made Chad’s entire body jolt and his eyes roll back in his head. “Please,” Chad begged, his voice ragged. “Now. I need you now. I’m ready.” Jordan positioned himself, kneeling between Chad’s spread legs. He guided the head of his own hard, leaking cock to Chad’s entrance. The pressure was immense, a tight, hot ring of muscle resisting him. He pushed, just an inch, and watched Chad’s face contort. “Breathe, baby,” Jordan murmured, stroking his thigh. “Just breathe through it.” Chad nodded, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on Jordan’s. He let out a long, shaky exhale, and his body seemed to open, to yield. Jordan sank deeper, the sensation of being enveloped in such incredible, clenching heat stealing the air from his lungs. He pushed until he was fully sheathed, buried to the hilt, their bodies joined completely. For a moment, neither of them moved. They just stayed there, connected, breathing each other’s air. The only sound was their ragged panting. Chad’s eyes were wide, awestruck. “Oh my god,” he whispered. “You’re… you’re all the way in.” “Yeah,” Jordan breathed, the word a prayer. He leaned down, capturing Chad’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss as he began to move. It was a slow, rolling rhythm, a gentle fucking that was more about connection than conquest. Each withdrawal was a sweet agony, each thrust back in a homecoming. Jordan could feel every shudder, every clench of Chad’s body around him. He watched the emotions flicker across Chad’s face—the initial shock melting into dazed pleasure, then into something deeper, something awed and vulnerable. Chad’s hands came up, tangling in Jordan’s hair, pulling him down for another searing kiss. His legs wrapped around Jordan’s waist, locking him in place, pulling him even deeper. The pace gradually increased, the gentle rolls becoming more urgent, their hips meeting in a slick, rhythmic slap. “Harder,” Chad moaned into his mouth, his voice raw with need. “Please, Jordan… fuck me harder.” Jordan obeyed, driving into him with more force, each thrust punching a gasped “uhn” from Chad’s lips. The bed began to creak in protest. Jordan could feel his own climax coiling, a tight, hot spring in his belly. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Chad’s leaking cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Chad cried out, a strangled, helpless sound. His body seized, clamping down on Jordan’s cock like a vise as his own release shot over Jordan’s fist and his stomach in hot, pulsing streaks. The intense, rhythmic squeezing was Jordan’s undoing. With a guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as he could go, his own orgasm erupting, flooding the condom with wave after wave of intense, shuddering release. He collapsed on top of Chad, spent, his face buried in the sweaty crook of his neck. They lay there for a long time, still joined, their hearts hammering against each other’s ribs, their breath slowly returning to normal. The air was thick with the musky, sweet scent of sex. Jordan finally shifted, softening and slipping out. He disposed of the condom and fell back onto the bed beside Chad. Without a word, Chad turned onto his side and curled into Jordan, throwing a heavy arm across his chest, his head pillowed on Jordan’s shoulder. Their skin was slick with sweat, cooling in the hotel’s AC. No one spoke. There were no jokes, no declarations, no analysis. There was just the sound of their synchronized breathing and the profound, speechless understanding vibrating in the space between them. They fell asleep like that, tangled together, covered in the evidence of what they’d shared. The world outside their door ceased to exist. There was only this.

Chapter 22 The silence was a living thing, thick and heavy with the scent of clean sweat and whiskey. Their eyes were locked, hands moving in a synchronized rhythm over their own cocks, the only sound their ragged breathing and the soft, wet friction of skin on skin. Chad’s gaze was dark, intense, a startling contrast to his earlier flustered embarrassment. He wasn't just watching; he was studying Jordan, his eyes tracing the path of Jordan’s fist, the way his thumb pressed against the swollen head on every upstroke. Jordan broke the stare first, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face. He was in his element here, in the razor's edge between command and invitation. He knew what he wanted to see. He pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed until his feet were planted firmly on the cheap hotel carpet. He faced Chad directly, their knees now just inches apart. He was giving Chad a show. He let his head fall back slightly, a quiet, breathy moan escaping his lips as he increased his pace. He focused on the sensation, on making it look as good as it felt. He watched himself through Chad’s eyes—the way his abs tightened with each stroke, the way his heavy balls drew up tight beneath his shaft. He was already leaking, a steady stream of clear precum beading at his slit and dripping down his length. He milked it, slowing his hand to let a fat, glistening pearl form at the tip. He held it there, letting Chad watch it swell, a tiny, trembling universe of his arousal. Then he let it fall, a single, hot drop tracing a path down his veined shaft until it landed on his balls with a soft, almost silent plop. He didn't wipe it away. He left it there, a wet, gleaming testament to how turned on he was. A low, guttural sound came from Chad’s bed. A moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Jordan’s eyes snapped up to meet his. Chad’s own hand had stilled, his fingers wrapped loosely around the base of his own impressive, thick cock. He was mesmerized. Then, as if pulled by an invisible string, Chad mirrored him. He sat up on the edge of his own bed, the movement bringing them even closer. Now their knees were touching, a point of electric contact in the dim room. The space between them vanished, their legs a bridge connecting their two worlds. They were two feet apart, maybe less, sitting across from each other, stroking for an audience of one. “Fuck,” Jordan whispered, his voice husky. “Feels so good. I love jerking my dick. Love how my hand fits around it.” Chad’s breath hitched. He gave a slow, jerky nod, his eyes glued to Jordan’s moving hand. “Yeah,” he breathed, the word barely audible. Emboldened, Jordan kept going, the dirty talk flowing easily. “Sometimes… fuck… sometimes I’ll pull it out somewhere I shouldn’t. In my truck in a parking lot. Behind the job site. Just to stroke it a few times. The risk… it makes me so fuckin’ hard.” Chad’s eyes widened, a spark of recognition and shared deviance flashing in them. “Holy shit,” he groaned, his hips giving a slight, involuntary thrust into his own fist. “Me too. Did it just last week behind a Home Depot. Thought for sure someone would see.” Their confessions hung in the air, thickening the tension. Their knees pressed tighter together. Then, almost imperceptibly, they both inched forward on their beds. The space between their cocks narrowed from a foot, to six inches, to nothing. Their thighs were touching now, hot skin against hot skin. Their erections, both slick with precum, were so close Jordan could feel the heat radiating from Chad’s. They both looked up at the exact same time. Their eyes met. The hunger in Chad’s gaze was a physical force. Jordan’s heart was hammering against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation. The question was a whisper, torn from somewhere deep inside him. “Can I…?” He let his eyes flick down to Chad’s dick, then back up to hold his gaze. “Can I touch it?” Chad’s response was immediate. A sharp, almost pained inhale, then a quick, desperate nod. His hand fell away from his cock, letting it spring free. It stood at full, aching attention, thick and veined and beautifully hairy, the head flushed a light, pretty pink. Jordan didn’t hesitate. He reached out, his fingers closing around the shaft. Oh, fuck. It was so different from his own. Thicker, a solid, heavy weight in his palm. A prominent vein ran from root to tip, pulsing with Chad’s heartbeat. The skin was like hot velvet over steel. Jordan gave an experimental stroke, a slow, firm glide from base to tip, his thumb brushing over the slick, swollen head. Chad’s reaction was utterly intoxicating. His eyes rolled back slightly, a ragged, broken groan tearing from his throat. His hips bucked up into Jordan’s touch, his whole body tensing. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated bliss. It was the hottest thing Jordan had ever seen. The power of it, the raw honesty of Chad’s pleasure, nearly made him come right then. Chad’s hand, seemingly moving on its own volition, reached out. His calloused, work-rough fingers wrapped around Jordan’s cock. Jordan gasped as Chad’s hand squeezed, his grip firm and confident. Chad’s eyes went wide with awe. “Jesus, man,” Chad breathed, giving him a slow, deliberate stroke. “It’s fuckin’ perfect.” “Feels so good,” Jordan moaned, his own hand continuing its rhythm on Chad. “You feel so good. Stroking another guy’s cock… fuck…” “I know,” Chad groaned, his hips moving in time with Jordan’s hand. “Never… never thought… oh, god…” His words dissolved into a series of helpless sounds. His breathing became shallow, frantic. “Jordan… fuck, dude, if you keep doing that… I’m gonna… I’m so close…” Jordan could feel it, the tension coiling impossibly tight in Chad’s body, the way his cock jumped and thickened in his hand. He slowed his strokes, letting the pressure subside for a tantalizing moment, drawing it out. He saw the frustration and desperate need flash in Chad’s eyes. Then he took him right back to the edge, his hand moving faster, tighter, his thumb swirling over the leaking slit. Chad’s control shattered. “I’m gonna cum, man! Oh, fuck, my cock feels so good, I’m so close, I’m cum—!” His whole body went rigid. A deep, primal groan erupted from his chest as his hips slammed up off the bed. The first shot hit Jordan’s stomach, a hot, startling splash. The second, third, fourth followed in rapid, powerful spurts, painting Jordan’s abs, his cock, his balls with thick, white stripes. Chad’s body shuddered violently through the release, his moans raw and unfiltered. The sight, the feeling of Chad’s hot cum on his skin, the sound of his complete surrender—it tipped Jordan over the edge he’d been teetering on. His own orgasm ripped through him with a force that made his vision blur. He cried out, his release jetting out in long, aching pulses, mingling with Chad’s on his stomach, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. For a long moment, there was only the sound of their heavy, gasping breaths. Jordan’s hand was still wrapped around Chad’s softening cock, coated in both their release. Chad’s hand had stilled on him. Chad blinked, looking dazed, spent, a little shocked. “That was…” he started, his voice rough. “Incredibly hot,” Jordan finished for him, a lazy, sated smile spreading across his face. Chad nodded slowly, a matching grin breaking through his stunned expression. “Yeah. It really was.” They sat there for another moment in the messy, perfect silence before Chad finally moved, grabbing the towel from the foot of his bed. “Here,” he said, his voice softer now. “We should probably…” Jordan took the towel, their fingers brushing. He started to clean himself up, the warm, sticky evidence of their shared pleasure a brand on his skin. The two agreed and call it a night. Chapter23 The morning light was a harsh, unforgiving bleach on the cheap hotel room carpet. Jordan woke to the sound of the shower running, the events of the night before hitting him with the force of a physical blow. Chad. His hand. His cum. He braced himself for the awkwardness, the regret, the inevitable cold shoulder he was certain would define their entire workday. The bathroom door clicked open. Steam billowed out, and Chad emerged, a towel slung low on his hips, his tattooed chest and shoulders glistening. He ran a hand through his wet, dark hair and nodded toward Jordan’s bed. “Mornin’. You shower. I’ll grab us some shitty hotel coffee.” No hesitation. No weird vibe. Just… normal. Relief, cool and sweet, washed through Jordan. “Yeah. Sounds good.” They moved through their morning routines with a practiced, silent efficiency, two guys who knew how to get ready for a hard day’s work. They dressed in their company-issued dark t-shirts and heavy work pants, laced up their boots, and headed out to the truck. The silence in the cab was comfortable, filled only with the rumble of the engine and the classic rock playing low on the radio. Jordan dared to hope they could just… move on. Then Chad cleared his throat, his large hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Listen, man. About last night.” Here it comes, Jordan thought, his stomach clenching. “I just… I want you to know I’m not gay,” Chad said, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. His voice was firm, a declaration meant for himself as much as for Jordan. “No interest in guys. No feelings for men. At all.” Jordan just nodded, keeping his expression neutral. Sure, dude. Whatever you need to tell yourself. But Chad continued, and his tone shifted from defensive to something far more compelling. “It’s just… I’ve never been in the room with another guy doing that. Never had someone watch me. And fuck, Jordan… it was one of the hottest, most erotic things I’ve ever done.” He finally risked a glance over, his brown eyes intense. “I was so turned on by it. By how in tune you were with your own dick. How much you clearly love to pleasure yourself. Just like I do. It was… fucking hot, man.” A jolt of pure, electric heat shot straight to Jordan’s groin. His cock, always responsive, began to thicken and swell against the rough fabric of his work pants. He adjusted himself subtly, the movement catching Chad’s eye. “I get it,” Jordan said, his voice a little thicker than he intended. “I love my cock. Love the weight of it in my hand. The way the skin slides. The deviousness of it. “Yeah?” Chad’s gaze dropped to Jordan’s lap, then quickly back to the road. A faint blush colored his neck above his shirt collar. Jordan followed his line of sight and saw the undeniable proof of his own words: a distinct, growing bulge was tenting his pants, the dark grey fabric already darkening with a small, wet patch of precum. Fuck, I’m leaking already. His eyes flicked to Chad’s lap. The same thing was happening there. A prominent ridge was straining against the zipper of his jeans, a matching damp spot forming. The sight made Jordan’s mouth water. “Looks like you do, too,” Jordan murmured, nodding toward Chad’s crotch. Chad let out a shaky laugh, a mix of embarrassment and raw arousal. “Chronic, bro. I’m a chronic bator. Can’t help it.” “Join the club,” Jordan grinned, the tension in the cab shifting from awkward to unbearably charged. The air was thick with the scent of their soap, their sweat, and the potent, musky scent of their mutual arousal. An idea, reckless and perfect, bloomed in Jordan’s mind. “Shop yard’s still twenty minutes out. We’re already hard, already wet… Wanna rub one out on the way? See if anyone sees us?” Chad’s head snapped toward him, his eyes wide. For a heart-stopping second, Jordan thought he’d gone too far. Then a slow, wicked grin spread across Chad’s face. “Fuck yeah. I dare you.” It was all the permission they needed. In a synchronized, frantic motion, they fumbled with their belts and zippers. The sounds of denim and metal were loud in the confines of the truck. Jordan pushed his pants and boxer briefs down just past his hips, his six-inch cock springing free, already fully hard and glistening at the tip. A breath later, Chad’s thicker, veiny eight inches was freed, standing proud and heavy against his stomach. “Holy shit,” Jordan breathed, his eyes drinking in the sight of Chad’s impressive length, the way his hand hugged the flared head. “I'm definitely not small,” Chad said, his voice rough with pride as he wrapped his work-roughened hand around his own shaft. He gave a slow, possessive stroke, his eyes locked on Jordan’s equally hard dick. Jordan mirrored him, his own hand a familiar, welcome pressure on his aching flesh. He moaned, low and soft, as his thumb smeared the bead of precum over his sensitive head. They fell into a rhythm, their breathing becoming ragged, their hands working their own cocks in a lewd, public display. A semi-truck roared past them on the left. Jordan looked up, meeting the eyes of the driver high in his cab. The man’s eyes widened, then dropped, his expression shifting from confusion to stunned arousal. He didn’t look away. He just watched, mesmerized, as Jordan and Chad stroked themselves on the highway. “He’s watching,” Jordan gasped, increasing his pace. His balls were drawing up tight, a familiar pressure building at his base. “I know,” Chad groaned, his hips thrusting slightly into his fist. “Fuck, it makes it so much better.” They drove like that for miles, two grown men with their cocks out, jacking off in broad daylight. The world outside the windshield became a blur; the only thing that mattered was the simmering heat in their groins and the shared, deviant thrill of exposure. “Gonna cum soon, bro. I am super close,” Chad gritted out, his strokes becoming frantic, jerky. “Jordan, fuck, I’m gonna—” “Me too,” Jordan panted, the climax coiling tight and desperate within him. “But where? Nowhere to shoot it, man. It’ll get all over the fucking truck.” Chad’s eyes were wild, desperate. “I don’t care, I can’t stop—” “Here,” Jordan said, the idea arriving in a flash of inspiration. He held out his free hand, palm up, between them. “Do it. Cum in my hand.” Chad didn’t hesitate. With a guttural cry that was pure animal release, his body seized. His cock pulsed violently in his hand, and the first thick, white rope launched across the space between them, landing with a hot, wet splat in Jordan’s palm. A second followed, and a third, each shot a powerful eruption that filled Jordan’s hand with Chad’s warm, musky essence. The sight, the smell, the incredible heat of another man’s release in his hand was the final trigger for Jordan. Using his new bator friend load he gripped his shaft. The wet, sloppy sounds it made was the final tippong point. His own orgasm exploded out of him, his vision whiting out at the edges. He cried out, his release jetting out in aching pulses, mixing with Chad’s in his cupped palm, coating his fingers in their combined spend. For a long moment, they just sat there, breathless, spent, their softening cocks still out, their hands still. Jordan’s palm was full, a warm, sticky pool of their pleasure. Chad looked down at the mess, then at Jordan’s face, a dazed, sated look in his eyes. “What are you gonna…?” Jordan brought his hand to his face. The scent was intensely masculine, primal. Without breaking eye contact with Chad, he leaned forward and slowly, deliberately, ran his tongue through the warm, salty mixture in his palm. Chad’s jaw went slack, a sharp, stunned inhale hissing through his teeth. “Fuck, Jordan…” A devious smile touched Jordan’s lips as he savored the taste. “Waste not, want not.”

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

Chapter 18 The weight of the last twenty-four hours pressed down on Jordan the moment he stepped through his front door. It was a physical thing, a leaden exhaustion that seeped into his bones. The emotional whiplash of Blake’s confession, the terrifying honesty with Jared, the fragile, desperate connection they’d reforged on the couch—it had all left him hollowed out. He barely managed to kick off his shoes and shrug out of his jacket before collapsing onto his bed. The world dissolved into a dreamless, merciful void within seconds. Sunlight, sharp and accusing, pulled him back to consciousness. He groaned, rolling over and fumbling for his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, and his breath caught. A text from Blake, sent an hour ago. Blake: I didn’t sleep. Thought about it all night. What you said… it’s insane. It’s the craziest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Jordan’s heart plummeted. Here it comes, he thought, the rejection he’d been half-expecting. He started to type a reply, an apology already forming on his fingers, when a second message popped up. Blake: I’ll try it. For you. I’ll give this crazy idea a shot. But we all have to sit down. All three of us. We need to talk about the… the logistics of this thing. Or I’ll lose my mind. A wave of pure, unadulterated relief so powerful it made him dizzy washed over Jordan. He sat bolt upright, a wide, disbelieving grin spreading across his face. He said yes. Well, not yes, but maybe. It was a chance. It was everything. He immediately called Jared, who grunted a sleepy “’Lo?” into the phone. “He’s in,” Jordan said, the words bursting out of him. “Blake. He wants to talk. The three of us. Tonight.” There was a long pause on the other end, filled only with the sound of Jared’s slow, measured breathing. Jordan could picture him, lying in his own bed, processing this new reality. “Okay,” Jared finally said, his voice gruff but clear. “Your place. Seven.” Jordan chose the back patio. It felt neutral, a space that wasn’t exclusively his or tied to any one memory with either of them. The autumn air had a crisp, clean bite to it as the sun dipped below the horizon, and he lit the fire pit in the center of the stone terrace. The flames leapt to life, casting a warm, dancing orange glow over the three patio chairs he’d arranged in a tight circle. A circle, he thought. Appropriate. He felt better knowing Scott was inside, a steady, calm presence just beyond the sliding glass door. A safety net, should he need one. Jared arrived first, as was his way. He looked… apprehensive, his usual confident swagger subdued. He’d changed out of his work clothes into a soft-looking hoodie and dark jeans. He nodded at Jordan, a silent communication passing between them, and took a seat, staring intently into the fire. A few minutes later, the side gate creaked open. Blake stepped through, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. His eyes, looking huge in the flickering light, scanned the scene, lingering on Jared before settling on Jordan. He offered a small, tentative smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hey,” Blake said, his voice quiet. “Hey,” Jordan and Jared said, almost in unison. The synchronicity was jarring. An awkward silence descended, thick and heavy, broken only by the crackle of the fire. Jordan took a deep breath. “So. Logistics.” It was like popping a release valve. The conversation started haltingly, a stilted, painfully practical negotiation that felt at odds with the torrent of emotion that had brought them here. “So, like… who gets what time?” Blake asked, his gaze fixed on the flames, unable to look at either of them. “Do we… schedule this?” “Weekends,” Jared stated, his voice firm. He was looking at Jordan, his expression unreadable. “We each get every other weekend. That’s fair. That’s… structured.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself. “And what happens during the week?” Blake pressed, finally looking at Jared. There was a challenge in his eyes. “Do we just… wait our turn?” “We talk,” Jordan interjected, feeling the tension spike between them. “We agreed on honesty. If one of us needs… time… we say it. No secrets.” Jared’s jaw tightened. “And what happens when one of us gets jealous?” he asked, the word hanging in the air like smoke. “Because it’s gonna happen. Let’s not pretend it won’t.” The question landed in the center of the circle, raw and unavoidable. “We talk about that, too,” Jordan said, his voice softer now. He reached out, placing a hand on Jared’s knee. Jared flinched but didn’t pull away. Jordan then looked at Blake, including him in the gesture. “We say it hurts. We admit it. And we… we work through it. Together. Because the alternative is losing each other completely.” The fire popped, sending a shower of sparks into the darkening sky. Blake leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “A night,” he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. “What about one night, every couple of weeks, where… it’s all three of us?” The air seemed to crackle with a new kind of energy, one far more potent than the fire’s heat. The image bloomed in Jordan’s mind unbidden: the three of them, tangled together in his bed, skin and hands and whispered confessions. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold ran down his spine. He looked at Jared, whose eyes had widened slightly, his lips parted. He wasn’t saying no. He was just… processing. The idea was clearly affecting him, too. Jordan’s own arousal, which had been a low hum in the background since this surreal meeting began, suddenly flared into a sharp, aching need. The discussion of rules and schedules had been a bizarre, clinical prelude to this—the undeniable, electric charge that now arced between the three of them. He could feel it, a live wire connecting their three chairs. The practicalities evaporated from his mind, burned away by a much more primal urge. His gaze swept from Jared’s conflicted, handsome face to Blake’s vulnerable, hopeful one. The firelight played over the lines of their bodies, hinting at the strength and softness beneath their clothes. All the talking was suddenly, spectacularly unimportant. Without another word, Jordan stood up. The movement was decisive, breaking the tense silence. Both men looked up at him, their expressions a mix of confusion and dawning anticipation. His heart was hammering against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat syncopated with the crackle of the fire. He looked from one to the other, his voice dropping to a low, husky register that was barely recognizable as his own. “Enough talking,” he said, the command clear in his tone. “My room. Now.” Chapter 19 The silence in Jordan's bedroom was profound, thick with the weight of what was about to happen and the faint, distant crackle of the fire pit. Jared and Blake stood just inside the door, their body language a mix of uncertainty and raw, pulsing anticipation. They watched him, waiting. For a command. For a sign. Jordan’s heart was a jackhammer against his ribs, but a strange, powerful calm settled over him. This was his. They were his, these beautiful studs. The thought was a lightning strike of pure, unadulterated dominance that straightened his spine and deepened his voice. “Close the door,” he said, the words not a request but a low, even command. Jared was the one who moved, reaching back without breaking eye contact with Jordan to push the door shut with a soft, final click. Jordan held their gazes, letting the tension build, letting them feel the shift in the air. He walked to the edge of his bed and sat down, planting his feet firmly on the floor. He leaned back on his hands, his posture open, commanding. His package visibly swollen through his shorts but not fully erect. “Come here,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky register that made Blake’s breath catch. “Both of you. On your knees.” For a split second, nobody moved. Jordan saw the flicker in Jared’s eyes—a lifetime of being the one in charge, the dominant force between them, warring with the new, intoxicating thrill of submission. It was Blake who broke first, sinking to his knees on the rug with a fluid grace that made Jordan’s mouth water. There levels of submission obvious. After another second of charged silence, Jared followed, his descent slower, more deliberate, his eyes never leaving Jordan’s. The sight of them, both on their knees before him, was the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever experienced. The feelings pleasure and desire have never felt as strong. “That’s it, Good Boy!” Jordan murmured, his cock already a hard, aching line against his zipper. “Now. Worship my fat cock.” His words hung in the air. Blake’s hands came up first, trembling slightly as they landed on Jordan’s thighs. He leaned forward, nuzzling the denim covering Jordan’s dick, his warm breath seeping through the fabric. Jared watched for a moment longer, his jaw tight, before his own hands came up to join Blake’s, his touch firmer, more possessive, as he rubbed Jordan’s throb through his shorts. Mine, Jordan thought, the word a primal echo in his mind. Both of them. Mine. A low groan rumbled in his chest as their hands worked him, the dual pressure sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. He could feel the dampness of his own precum beginning to seep through, a dark, tempting spot on the grey fabric. Turning him on even more, if that were even possible. He could never resist touching himself when he felt a wet spot in his underwear “Feel that?” he breathed, looking down at them. “That’s for you. Both of you.” Blake moaned at the words, his eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his face harder against Jordan’s crotch, inhaling deeply. Jared’s eyes darkened, his fingers curling more firmly around Jordan’s shaft. “Fuck, Jordan,” he rasped, his voice rough with want. “Get it out,” Jordan commanded, his own need becoming a sharp, demanding ache. “I want to feel your mouths.” Blake’s hands were a wreck, fumbling with the button and zipper of Jordan’s shorts. He pushed them down just enough, and Jordan’s cock sprang free, thick and flopping, a bead of clear precum already glistening at the tip, ready to drip. The cool air was a shock, but it was nothing compared to the heat of their synchronized, hungry gazes fixed on it. “You're perfect,” Blake whispered, almost reverently, before he leaned in and swiped his tongue across the leaking head. The sensation was electric, a white-hot bolt of pleasure that made Jordan’s hips buck off the bed. “Fuck, Blake…” Jared didn’t wait for another invitation. He moved in, his mouth covering the other side of the shaft, his tongue lapping at the taste of him. Jordan cried out, his head falling back as two hot, wet mouths descended on his cock. They took turns, switching off in a dizzying, devastating rhythm. Blake would suck the head deep, his tongue circling the frenulum, and just as the pleasure began to crest, he’d pull back, letting Jared swallow him down, his technique sloppier, more urgent, deep and gagging. They were sharing up at him. Kissing each other with their movements at the very tip of his dick, their lips and tongues sliding against each other, slick with his precum and their saliva. The visual was almost too much to bear. Swapping his precum between themselves. “Tell me,” Jordan gritted out, his hands tangling in Jared’s hair, then Blake’s, guiding their movements. “Tell me how much you love it.” “I fucking love it, Jordan. I love your thick, leaking cock,” Blake panted against his skin, his breath hitching. “Tastes so good, So fucking good.” “It’s fucking perfect,” Jared growled, taking him deep again, making Jordan choke on a gasp. “Always knew you were packing a fucking weapon.” Their words fueled him, stoking a fire in his belly that threatened to consume him. He was losing himself in the sensation, in the power, but he had a plan. A need. He tightened his grip in their hair, pulling them both back gently but firmly. They looked up at him, lips swollen and wet, eyes glazed with lust and complete submission. “Stand up,” he ordered, his voice thick. “Turn around. Pull your shorts down. And bend over. I want to see your hairy boy holes. I want to see what’s mine.” They scrambled to obey, a frantic, beautiful mess of limbs. Jeans and sweatpants and underwear were shoved down to their knees, and they bent over spreading their cheeks apart, presenting themselves to him. The sight stole the air from his lungs. Jared’s muscular, powerful white ass, and Blake’s smoother, hairy and tighter one, both offered to him, vulnerable and waiting. He stood up, his own shorts falling the rest of the way to the floor. He stepped closer, his gaze raking over them. He spat once, a glob of saliva landing directly on Jared’s tight, clenched hole. Jared jolted at the sensation, a sharp gasp escaping him. “So fucking hot,” Blake whispered, watching from his own bent-over position, his own hole clenching in anticipation. Jordan spat again, this time onto Blake, eliciting a similar, shuddering gasp. He didn’t wait. He pressed his thumb against Jared first, rubbing the spit in, feeling the incredible tightness of him, the frantic pulse of his body. Jared pushed back against the pressure, a low, guttural moan torn from his throat. “You want this big dick?” Jordan asked, working his thumb in just past the first knuckle, the tight ring of muscle straining to accommodate him. “Yes,” Jared hissed, his voice strained. “Fuck, yes, Jordan.” He did the same to Blake, whose reaction was more vocal, a high, desperate whine as Jordan’s finger breached him. “Please….” He fingered them both, one after the other, switching his attention back and forth, stretching them open with first one, then two fingers, watching their bodies yield to him, listening to their broken, pleading moans fill the room. The scent of sex was everywhere, musky and urgent.nl He was rock hard, his own cock leaking a steady stream onto the floorboards. He pulled his fingers free from both of them, and they whimpered at the loss. “Beg for it,” he commanded, stroking his own length, coating it in his precum. “I want to hear you beg for my cock.” “Please, Jordan,” Blake begged immediately, his voice cracking as he pushed his ass back toward him. “I wan it, give it to me! Please fuck my tight hole. ” Jordan’s eyes shifted to Jared, who was breathing heavily, his forehead resting on his arms. “Jared,” Jordan prompted, his tone leaving no room for defiance. Jared lifted his head, his eyes burning with a mix of humiliation and pure, unadulterated need. “Please,” he ground out, the word seeming to cost him everything. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Jordan.” The surrender was absolute. Jordan stepped forward, aligning his slick, aching cock with Jared’s waiting entrance. He placed a hand on the small of Jared’s back, holding him steady. “Mine,” he growled, and with one powerful, relentless thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside his best friend. Jared’s cry was shattered, a raw scream of pleasure-pain that seemed to shake the walls. He was impossibly tight, hot, and perfect. Jordan gave him no time to adjust, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a brutal, pounding rhythm. He fucked into Jared with everything he had, each drive of his hips a claiming, a punishment, a benediction. He leaned over Jared’s back, his eyes locking with Blake’s, who was watching, mesmerized, his own hand frantically stroking his cock. “You see that?” Jordan grunted, pistoning into Jared. “You see how he takes this big cock? How he loves when I fuck his hole?” “Yes,” Blake moaned, his eyes wide. After a few more devastating thrusts, Jordan pulled out of Jared’s shuddering hole, leaving him gasping and empty. He moved the half-step to Blake, not even bothering to spit again, just guiding his wet, sensitive cock to Blake’s entrance. “Your turn,” he breathed, and pushed inside. Blake was tighter, and his cry was higher, more desperate. He clenched around Jordan like a vice, his whole body trembling. Jordan fucked him with the same relentless pace, his hands gripping Blake’s hips, surely leaving bruises. The slide was exquisite, a seamless, wet, hot friction that was rapidly driving him toward the edge. He switched back to Jared, then to Blake, then to Jared again, a delirious, animalistic rhythm of possession. Their moans and pleas were a symphony, each entry met with a grateful, hungry gasp. He could feel his orgasm coiling, a supernova building in the base of his spine. He pulled out of Blake for the last time, his cock throbbing, leaking. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice ragged and broken. “I’m gonna cum. I want you both to share it.” They scrambled to obey, turning and dropping to their knees before him, their faces upturned, mouths open, eyes desperate. Jared’s was filled with a fierce, possessive pride, Blake’s with worshipful adoration. They were both stroking themselves, their hands a frantic blur on their own cocks, ready to follow him over. Jordan fisted his own dick, his strokes short and brutal. “Open wider,” he panted, and they did, leaning in, their lips inches from his twitching, leaking cockhead. The first spurt hit Jared square on the tongue, a thick, pearly rope that made his eyes roll back in bliss. The second shot landed on Blake’s lower lip, and he instinctively licked it away with a hungry moan. Jordan cried out, his body convulsing, as the third and fourth pulses shot out, painting both their faces, marking them, claiming them. They stayed there, kneeling, their mouths open and waiting for all of it. Every drop. Blake turns to Jared and kisses him. The cum smearing across their lips, passing their reward back and forth staring up at Jordan.

Chapter 14 The stale, greasy air of the burger joint clung to Jordan’s clothes as he leaned against the driver’s side door of Blake’s beat-up sedan. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs, a mix of residual anger from the video and a gnawing, anxious guilt. He’d driven on pure impulse, fueled by the raw, confusing aftermath of his encounter with Jared. He needs to know, Jordan thought. He needs to know it wasn't just about revenge. He knocked on the window, the sound too loud in the quiet street. The driver’s side window whirred down, revealing Blake’s surprised face. His eyes, a startling shade of blue, widened slightly before a guarded, almost wary expression settled over his features. The intricate floral tattoos on his hips peeked out from beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans. “Jordan? What’s up?” “We need to talk,” Jordan said, his voice tighter than he intended. “About what happened. With Jared.” Blake’s jaw clenched. He looked away for a moment, out the windshield, before his gaze returned, colder. “Look, man, if you’re here to give me shit again—” “I’m not,” Jordan interrupted, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I’m here to say… what you did was fucked up. Going behind my back and having sex with Jared, on camera, for money. It was wrong.” Blake’s defensive posture softened a fraction, replaced by wary curiosity. “Okay…?” Jordan took a shaky breath, the hardest part still to come. He leaned closer, lowering his voice. I sent the video of my step dad because I was mad. “But only partly because I was mad.” He forced himself to hold Blake’s gaze, to let him see the raw, unvarnished truth. “It was mostly because I was jealous.” The admission hung in the air between them, heavy and electric. Blake’s eyes searched his, the ice in them melting into something else entirely—shock, confusion, and a dawning, fragile hope. “Jealous?” Blake breathed out, the word barely a whisper. “Yeah,” Jordan said, his own voice dropping to match. “You confessed this… this huge thing to me. This dirty secret. And I threw it back in your face. And then I heard you with him, and it felt like you’d taken something that was…” He trailed off, the rest of the sentence—that was meant for me—too terrifying to voice. A slow, understanding dawned on Blake’s face. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I was gonna ask you, you know,” he said, his voice thick with a sudden, vulnerable honesty. “That day. I was gonna ask if you wanted to… to collab. On camera. With me.” Jordan’s breath hitched. What? “But I was terrified,” Blake continued, his gaze dropping to his hands on the steering wheel. “After you pulled away from my kiss… I was so sure you’d reject me. I thought it was the stupidest idea I’d ever had.” He looked up, his blue eyes glistening. “So I went to Jared instead. It was easier. Safer. And I know he struggles more financially than you do.” The revelation landed like a physical blow, rearranging everything Jordan thought he knew about the last few days. The tension that had been coiling in the air between them—the hurt, the betrayal, the unsaid words—didn’t evaporate. It transmuted. It crackled, heating from within, shifting from emotional static into a pure, undiluted, erotic charge. They both felt it at the exact same moment. Jordan saw it in the way Blake’s pupils dilated, black swallowing the blue. Blake saw it in the way Jordan’s lips parted, his breathing turning shallow. The space inside the car suddenly felt too small, too hot, charged with a need so potent it was dizzying. There was no more talking. With a guttural sound that was half-growl, half-plea, Blake shoved the car door open. Jordan didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, meeting him halfway as Blake scrambled out of the driver’s seat. Their bodies collided against the side of the car, hands grabbing, pulling, mouths crashing together in a kiss that was nothing like the tentative one they’d shared before. This was a conflagration. It was all desperate, hungry lips and clashing teeth and frantic tongues. Jordan’s hands fisted in Blake’s shirt, yanking it up over his head and tossing it blindly into the dark car. Blake’s nails scraped down Jordan’s back as he worked the button on his jeans, the rasp of the zipper a obscenely loud counterpoint to their ragged breathing. “Inside. Now,” Blake panted against his mouth, pulling him toward the back seat. They tumbled into the cramped space, a chaotic mess of limbs and urgency. The doors slammed shut, sealing them in their own private, heated world. Jordan landed half on top of Blake, their hard cocks grinding together through the fabric of their jeans, drawing identical, sharp gasps from both of them. “Fuck, Jordan,” Blake moaned, his head falling back against the seat, exposing the long line of his throat. Jordan latched onto it, sucking a dark mark into the skin as his hands finally, finally, shoved Blake’s jeans and boxers down his hips. And there it was. Blake’s cock, just as he remembered from that first video session. Thick, impressive, curving upward, already glistening with a pearl of precum at the tip. Jordan wrapped his hand around it, and Blake bucked up into his touch with a broken cry. “You like that?” Jordan murmured, his voice rough with desire as he stroked him, his thumb smearing the slickness over the flushed head. “You have no idea,” Blake gasped out, his eyes screwed shut. “No fucking idea how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.” The confession was a live wire. Jordan claimed his mouth again in a searing kiss as he shimmied out of his own clothes, their naked skin sliding together in the humid dark of the car. The scent of sweat and cheap cologne and pure, unadulterated male desire filled the air. Blake’s hands were everywhere—gripping Jordan’s ass, tracing the muscles of his back, tangling in his hair. “I need to feel you,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Please, Jordan. I need all of you.” Jordan stilled, looking down at him. The streetlight outside cast shifting shadows across Blake’s handsome face, highlighting the desire, the trust, the raw vulnerability there. “You sure?” he asked, his own need a painful, throbbing ache. “It’s your first time… like this.” “Yes,” Blake breathed, his eyes blazing with certainty. “I’m sure. I want it to be you. Only you.” That was all the permission Jordan needed. He reached for his discarded jeans, fumbling for his wallet, his fingers shaking as he ripped open a condom packet. Blake watched him, chest heaving, his own hands stroking his hard, leaking length as Jordan sheathed himself. “Tell me what you want.” Jordan whispered, positioning himself, the head of his cock pressing against Blake’s entrance. “You,” Blake moaned, wrapping his legs around Jordan’s waist, pulling him closer. “Fuck me, Jordan. Make me yours.” The sound of his name coming from Blake's mouth lit his brain on fire. The filthy, desperate plea was Jordan’s undoing. He pressed forward, slowly, inexorably, breaching that tight, incredible heat. Blake’s breath caught, a sharp hiss of pain and pleasure as his body stretched to accommodate him. “Okay?” Jordan gritted out, stopping, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort of holding still. “Fuck yes,” Blake gasped, his eyes rolling back. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Jordan began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that made the old car’s suspension creak in protest. Each thrust was a revelation. The tight, clenching heat surrounding him, the way Blake’s body opened for him, took him in, the raw, unfiltered sounds being torn from Blake’s throat. “Harder,” Blake demanded, his nails digging into Jordan’s shoulders. “Oh, yes, just like that. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me. Keep fucking me...” Jordan obeyed, pistoning his hips faster, driving deeper with every stroke. The filthy talk, the complete surrender, the overwhelming sensation—it was all hurtling him toward the edge. He could feel Blake’s body tightening around him, could hear his moans climbing in pitch. “Look at me,” Jordan commanded, grabbing Blake’s chin. “I want to see you.” Blake’s eyes fluttered open, glassy with pleasure, utterly besotted. “Jordan…” he whimpered, his hand flying to his own cock, stroking himself in frantic time with Jordan’s thrusts. “You’re mine,” Jordan growled, the possessive words tumbling out, a perfect echo of the ones Jared had used on him. They felt right. They felt true. That was all it took. Blake’s eyes snapped shut as his orgasm ripped through him with a wordless shout, his cum shooting up in thick stripes across his stomach and chest. The violent clenching of his body around Jordan’s cock threw Jordan over the edge a second later. He buried himself to the hilt with a guttural cry, his own release pulsing into the condom in hot, endless waves. They collapsed together in the messy, cramped space, a tangled heap of sweaty limbs and spent desire. The only sound was their ragged, synced breathing fogging up the windows. Jordan, still buried inside Blake, felt the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through them both. After a long moment, Blake’s hand came up, his fingers weakly tracing Jordan’s jawline. His eyes, when they opened, were clear and held a terrifying, beautiful depth of emotion. “I’m in love with you, Jordan,” he whispered, the words raw and awed. “I think I have been for years.” He looked up, his blue eyes wide Chapter 15 The words hung in the air, a dense, suffocating fog that seemed to fill the entire interior of Blake’s car. I’m in love with you, Jordan. They weren’t just words; they were a seismic event, cracking the foundation of everything Jordan thought he understood about his own heart. He pulled back, the physical separation from Blake’s warmth feeling like a necessary, painful act of survival. The scent of their sweat and sex was suddenly overwhelming, a cloying reminder of the intimacy that had just forged a new, impossible connection. “Blake, I…” he started, but his voice failed him. What could he possibly say? Thank you? Me too? The first was inadequate, the second a lie. The truth was a tangled knot of affection, lust, guilt, and a deep, anchoring pull toward Jared that refused to loosen. Blake’s face, so open and vulnerable moments before, began to shutter closed at Jordan’s silence. The raw hope in his blue eyes dimmed, replaced by a flicker of the old defensiveness. “Right,” he said, the single word flat and heavy. He awkwardly shifted, pulling his jeans up over his hips, the movement breaking the last physical tether between them. “It’s not that I…” Jordan tried again, fumbling for his own clothes. The condom felt cold and alien against his skin. “What you said… it’s a lot. And I’m… with Jared.” Aren’t I? The thought was a fresh wave of confusion. After their explosive fight and the possessive, raw sex that followed, what were they? “I know you are,” Blake muttered, not looking at him as he pulled his shirt on. “Forget I said anything. It was the heat of the moment.” But the tremor in his voice betrayed him. It was anything but. The drive home was a silent, torturous affair. Jordan replayed Blake’s confession on a loop, each iteration tightening the knot in his stomach. He felt the ghost of Blake’s body against his, the intensity of his gaze, the raw honesty in his whisper. It stirred something deep and undeniable within him, a burning ember of want that was entirely separate from what he felt for Jared. How can I want two people so completely, so differently? The question had no answer, only the heavy weight of impending consequence. He pulled into his driveway, the house dark and quiet. His mother was at her evening shift, and Scott’s truck was parked in its usual spot. Scott. Of course. The only person in his life who wouldn’t judge the messy, chaotic tangle of his feelings. Jordan found him in the living room, a half-finished glass of whiskey in one hand, a book facedown on his lap. He looked up as Jordan entered, and his relaxed expression immediately sharpened into one of concern. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Scott said, his voice a low, steady rumble. “Everything okay with Jared?” Jordan sank into the armchair opposite him, running his hands through his hair. “It’s not Jared. Well, it is, but it’s… it’s more.” The words poured out of him then, a rushed, jumbled confession about the video, the confrontation, the desperate, passionate collision in the back of Blake’s car, and finally, the three words that had changed everything. He left nothing out, the relief of unburdening himself making him dizzy. Scott listened without interruption, his gaze fixed on Jordan, his expression unreadable. When Jordan finally fell silent, spent and waiting, Scott took a slow sip of his whiskey. “Wow,” he finally said, letting out a low whistle. “That’s… a situation.” “You’re telling me,” Jordan groaned, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “What the hell do I do, Scott? I can’t have two boyfriends. That’s… that’s not how this works. Is it?” He looked up, seeking wisdom from the one person who might have any. Scott swirled the amber liquid in his glass, thinking. “It can work,” he said carefully. “For some people. It’s called an open relationship, or polyamory. But it only works on a foundation of brutal, terrifying honesty. It’s not a way to avoid making a choice; it’s a choice in itself, and it’s a hell of a lot harder than being monogamous.” Honesty. The word felt like a punch. He’d been hiding so much from everyone, including himself. “So, what? I just go to Jared and say, ‘Hey, I know we just reconnected after a huge fight, but I also really want to be with the guy you just made a porn video with’?” The absurdity of it made a bitter laugh escape his lips. “He’d lose his mind.” “Probably,” Scott agreed, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. “But you have to start somewhere. You have to talk to him. You have to tell him how you’re feeling—the confusion, the pull you feel toward Blake, everything. You owe him that. And you owe it to yourself.” Jordan’s mind recoiled at the thought of that conversation. Jared’s jealousy was a fierce, palpable thing. The image of his furious, possessive expression from their last argument flashed in his mind. “He’ll never go for it. He’s too… Jared.” “You don’t know that,” Scott countered gently. “People can surprise you. But even if he says no, even if it ends things between you, you’ll have been honest. And you’ll be free to explore what you have with Blake without this guilt eating you alive.” He leaned forward, his gaze intense. “And you need to be just as honest with Blake. Tell him you have feelings for him, but that you’re also committed to figuring things out with Jared. He deserves to know where he stands, even if it’s a difficult place.” The advice was logical, mature, and utterly terrifying. It meant walking into potential fire twice over. But beneath the fear, a sliver of clarity began to form. The knot in his stomach loosened just a fraction. Scott was right. The only way out was through. “An open relationship,” Jordan murmured, testing the words. They felt foreign on his tongue, a concept from a world far more complicated than the one he thought he lived in. The idea of it sent a jolt of something through him—anxiety, yes, but also a dark, thrilling curl of anticipation. Jared’s possessive fire and Blake’s vulnerable intensity… could I really have both? He stood up, a new, nervous energy coursing through him. “Okay,” he said, mostly to himself. “Okay. Honesty.” Scott nodded, a look of quiet pride in his eyes. “It’s the hardest path, kid. But it’s the only one that leads somewhere real.” Jordan pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over Jared’s name. His heart hammered against his ribs. Every instinct told him to retreat, to hide, to fall back into the easy pattern of secret hookups and suppressed desires. But he thought of Blake’s heartbroken expression, of Jared’s furious passion, and of the confusing, overwhelming want for them both that refused to be ignored. He took a deep, shaking breath and typed out a message, the words feeling like a point of no return. We need to talk. For real. Can you come over? He hit send before he could lose his nerve, the whoosh sound echoing in the quiet room. The three dots appeared almost immediately, bouncing on the screen. Jordan’s mouth went dry. This was it. The first step onto the hardest path. The dots stopped. Jared’s reply was simple, stark, and utterly terrifying. On my way.

Part 2 ======== It has been about two weeks. my girlfriend returned shortly after my last rendezvous with scorpion boy and immediately noticed the hickey, despite my feeble attempts to disguise it, dumped me and moved out. Since then I'd been fucked a few times, all bare, exploring my new freedom and an intense bout of lust I could not explain. Once again I found myself home alone, horny, and surfing apps for a playmate. That's when I saw his message. "Still looking, huh? I know you're missing my cock. No one around here is going to compare. Let me know when you're ready to admit what you need" with a little scorpion emoji. I was immediately hard and ashamed to admit he was right. I'd been daydreaming of that fuck but he'd been offline and hadn't replied to my last short but needy message of "hey are you around?". I found myself dry humping my sheets and I realized there was not point resisting this. Messaged him back, trying to be cool "I'm free. Want to come by?". Long delay. Finally he replies "Do as you're told." I sighed in frustration, but felt my cock twitch. I liked being put in my place and it seemed he remembered this. I wrote back "I need your cock, please." He went offline. Fuck. I was doing some dishes, still half hard, when i heard a knock at the door. To my surprise it was him. He came in and greeted me with a kiss and a smack on my butt. "I knew I'd be back here. Your little peach is so needy." I blushed. He asked how I'd been feeling and what I'd been up to, more small chat than last time I thought. I admitted I'd been a little tired but also incredibly horny. He grinned and said "I bet you have. Let's do something about that, shall we?" I was already hard and wet when he started undressing me, playing with my body, taking his time. He treated me differently too, putting obvious time and effort into my pleasure as much as his. Over the course of the late afternoon and evening he fucked three loads into me, making me beg for his cum each time - which I did lustfully and without hesitation. Fucking in different positions...hard, slow and deep. He left me dripping with cum. After the third round, still inside me and leaking cum, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear "that should do it my little slut, now to let nature take it's course." And as quickly as he'd arrived he was out the door. Leaving me aching, exhausted, and full of his cum. Wondering what he meant about nature taking it's course. I let it drift out of my mind as I fell asleep.

Part 6 Doctor John and I are standing in the dungeon again, but this time fully clothed. We are looking at a magnificent wall painting, which shows a kind of poz family tree. All men of the toxic poz brotherhood are on that wall with their specific biohazard tattoos. The first time I was here, I didn’t notice this wall, but I guess I was occupied. Jamie is finishing the final pieces and then takes a step back, so that Doctor John and I can take a closer look. It is amazing to see my name on that wall and below it the year 2025 with my unique biohazard tattoo beside it. My eyes follow the branch to Doctor John, who got the toxic gift in the year 2003, to Liam with a surprising 1996 below his name. But that’s not the end of the branch, two more names are written above Liam: Greg Warren - 1993 Jonathan Blade – 1987 ‘You know, all started with John, we are all carrying his strain in us. It is unbelievable to know, that we are all connected through his toxic loads given to five willing men in the 90s’ ‘How many are there of us?’ ‘You are number 237, but all this here is the history that came before you.’ ‘And it’s a history I will never forget… but, let’s start with your history, I really want to know how you got pozzed’ Jamie looked at Doctor John with a smile and left the dungeon to leaver us alone. ‘Have a seat Mike, it is quite the story…’ It was the summer of 2003, and I was a 22-year-old skinny twink with a big cock, as you know. Truth be told I was a nerd, not very experienced and not the slut I am today. I interned at a hospital at the pathology department as I want to be a forensic pathologist and work with the police. My supervisor was an absolute asshole, who didn’t like me very much. But he had a wonderful colleague, and he changed my life… this was Liam. One day Liam offered to take me along to an autopsy in a police case. My supervisor happy to be rid of me agreed and we headed to a completely different wing of the hospital, of course in the cellar. Liam would be carrying out the autopsy and I would observe. There were two assistants and two police men, and one of them looked like a fucking movie star. His shirt and pants almost ripping, because of his muscular frame and that ass… still get horny, just thinking about it. But to get on, Liam did his work, but there were some conflicting evidence, so we had to work until late into the evening. Close to midnight he sent his assistants home, and the police has left as well. I offered to help finish up, he gladly accepted. Another hour later we finished, but we needed to shower, because all the chemicals left a strong smell on us. We went to a changing room with a single shower, which was right next to the autopsy room. I offered to wait, so that Liam could go first, but he just said we could share. We are adults after all. And that’s when the fun began. Liam stripped completely naked with a confidence only a man with a model figure could have, I saw a tattoo on his cock but couldn't really figure out what it was. He stepped into the shower, his very hairy chest getting even sexier when wet, but the shower was already tight for him alone. I slowly got out of my clothes, my cock hard as a rock. I turned around quickly, so that Liam wouldn’t notice but then I felt a hand on my shoulders. He turned me around, took my hand from my cock and admired my smooth, thin body. Without a word he kneeled and started to suck my cock. His tongue moving from my cock’s head down the shaft to my balls. I felt precum leaking out of my cock, but Liam cleaned it all away. He stood up and pulled my body to his, our cocks touching, his massive between us. We kissed, and I tasted my own cum on his lips. We moved to the shower, the water hitting us hard. He pressed me against the wall with all his body, the weight just feeling amazing. He kept kissing me but something in me wanted more. I broke the kiss and started to kiss his body, first his neck, then his chest, his nipples, his stomach and finally the space about his cock. As I reached his cock, I saw the biohazard tattoo but had no idea what it meant. Without asking I took his cock in my mouth, starting to suck him off. He thrusted against me, but my head banged against the wall, so he put his hands on my head, not only to keep pushing me towards his cock, but also keeping my head from hitting the wall. It felt like I sucked him for an eternity. As he pulled me up to envelope me in another kiss, we heard a cough behind us, and there stood the hot police officer. Liam greeted him with a nod, and turned us around, so that he stood behind me and I was facing the police officer. I heart Liam turn off the shower, his spit now hitting my hole and without warning his cock pushed against my entrance, I was too shocked to open up, but then the police man stepped forward and gave me a longing kiss. This relaxed me, and Liam entered me immediately. He started to increase his rhythm and pressure, so that I had his whole cock in my ass within seconds. While Liam fucked me, the police officer broke our kiss, stepped back and began to get undressed. I almost couldn’t breathe watching this beautiful man get naked in front of me. His body was ridiculously powerful, not fat, just pure muscle and a very thick cock. As my eyes gazed upon his body, I noticed a similar biohazard tattoo to Liam’s, on his right hip. The police man stepped forward, taking my head and forcing it to his cock. Now, I was being fucked by both guys in both of my holes. Liam’s cock started pulsating inside me, I didn’t understand at the time, what that meant. He started to pull me closer to him and let out a loud moan, as he told me, that he is now going to give me his toxic seed. The police officer encouraged him, calling me a neg twink faggot, in need to be pozzed. This was the first time I realised what was happening, and I came immediately, handsfree on the floor. Liam felt my excitement, and with a final thrust filled my hole with his toxic cum. With my cum on the floor and Liam’s inside me, I thought this was over but then the police officer stepped behind me and pushed his cock in my cum creamed hole. I moaned loudly as he was way bigger in girth then Liam, …yes, I know, but it’s true. He was more violent and rougher than Liam, and I had difficulties to remain standing. Liam stepped in front of me and gave me a deep kiss, also I could steady myself on his naked body. The police officer gave a primal and deep grunt, before his toxic load filled my hole. His cock slipped out, and I felt the openness of my hole clearly. He bent over and gave my hole a final lick, before walking past me and getting dressed. Liam and I were still pressed together as the police man left the room. We looked at each other, kissed us again and then went for the real shower. Three months later and a few more hook-ups with Liam I tested poz, becoming a member of this beautiful brotherhood. Doctor John ended his story, while my hard cock was pressing against my jeans. ‘Did you ever find out, who that police man was’? ‘Oh, of course’ Doctor John smiled ‘You see that name over there… Eric, the first guy Liam ever gifted the gift to, he is the police officer.’ I look at the name and see so much more names below it, he at least gifted one guy per year, since 2001. Doctor John seems to grasp my thinking. ‘Mike you just got pozzed, so don’t rush it, but at the right time you will be expanding our branch too. Don’t forget, you are a gift giver now.’

I don't JO often, but when I do I have been freezing it for later play. Chunks of melting frozen cum are a great way to make a hole sloppy when I'm about to fuck...

Lots of different places fit, but the one that I think of as the oddest, was on the platform of a billboard. Growing up there was a billboard that we'd always climb up on, sit and drink and watch the cars go by. One day it was just my buddy and me. It was hot and we had out shirts off. I suggested we flash our dicks at the cars going by. Once we dropped our shorts, we both had hard ons. So we used them on each other and fucked while the cars drove by.