ComingUpRoses

What you're saying sounds like you've gotten used to larger things in the past and it is a little bit of "hole memory" happening. If it doesn't move very far, it is probably the lack of training and could be involved in the healing process. If you go slow and work back up to larger things at your own pace with toys, you will see some changes. If you want to work on a prolapse, there are ways of doing so with relative safety, but slow and steady is the answer. Taking toys every day in the shower is a good way to start something like that.

I promise I had planned on taking a longer hiatus to work on some things, but a combination of a couple days of not much to do and feeling terribly horny brought my publishing schedule forward a bit. Hopefully you enjoy this next installment when Logan gets to have his first son. More to follow eventually as we explore some kinks, some hot and horny boys, and maybe go on an unexpected journey or two. Chapter Two - Denver The first tour had done wonders for me in the personal and professional realms. Not only was I able to blossom onstage and show wha I could do, I got to explore my sexual side with Johnny. After we wrapped up and I moved back to New York I couldn’t believe how fast the turnaround was — I was in my new Hell’s Kitchen apartment for two weeks before I won another national tour. This time, instead of simply being an ensemble member, I would be a featured comedic actor with a couple of duets and a solo song! My first call after I got out of Pearl was to Johnny. He picked up on the second ring and I rushed in before he could even say hello. “I got another booking!” “Great kid, when do you start?” I stopped on the sidewalk and started digging around in my backpack for the tour itinerary. “Looks like we do two weeks here in the city and then move to Denver to open the tour. How far out are you from Denver?” His response sounded a bit excited, “only a couple of hours. I would love to stop by and use your sweet hole a couple of times when your roommate is out.” “You won’t have to wait long,” I responded, “and we can take all night — I don’t have to share this time!” Johnny chuckled at that. “Anyway, I will be in touch here in a few weeks to iron out the details. Gotta call my friends and make plans to go out tonight!” Johnny laughed openly at my exuberance, “go have fun, my son and keep me posted. We’ll talk soon.” * * * * * * The two weeks working on the show flew by and next thing I know I am headed for Denver. The flight crew were excited to have a Broadway tour cast onboard and we indulged them with a couple of numbers from the show. The feeling of celebration in the air was palpable and we all had a great time. By the time I was in my hotel room, though, I was ready to crash. Johnny was on his way in and I had left a key card for him at the desk. I started to change out of my travel outfit into something that would be more fitting for a night out of town, but halfway through undressing I gave up. I plopped down on my bed with my pants around my ankles and ass framed by a yellow jockstrap. Sleep washed over me before I was even aware I was shutting down. I must have been out of it because it was only the rhythmic grinding and low grunting that finally woke me. I groaned in pleasure and exquisite pain as I arched my back to meet the cock that turned me poz. Johnny continued to rhythmically thrust into my ass before unloading deep in my guts. As busy as I had been, I hadn’t been able to get any real action the last few weeks. After I sucked off the train attendant on the way home, he was called to wait on demanding guests so our dalliance never had a chance to get started. I had bought a few silicone “friends” to help me stay loose and work on my need for depth, but nothing could replace a real cock on a man. Johnny left his cock in to shrink before pulling out, dragging his heavy PA out of my hole. “Thought we had dinner plans, but I decided I liked this better.” I could hear his grin even though my head was still planted in my pillows. “Thank you for that, I missed getting fucked for the last month. Going from 2-3 screws a day for a year to none is a real shock to the system.” I laughed a bit giddily as I stretched and sat up next to him. We had never really been affectionate, but here we just hugged each other and enjoyed our presence. “I hope you can stay in town for a couple of days. I need someone to show me around the city.” Johnny stepped around me and walked to the window, unashamed of his slightly frail-looking body. “I have a couple of days, but not too long. I wanted to show you one or two things, but I don’t know how much we’ll have to leave the room for that.” He turned back to me, “you need to know how to work on these tours, and I think this will be the perfect training ground.” That made me cock my head to one side, intrigued. “Tell me more!” Johnny walked back over to me and sat down on the bed. “Well, I am here for two reasons, actually. Or I had been planning to come to Denver this week anyway. You being here is just an added bonus.” My face must have given away a bit of my disappointment. “Don’t worry,” Johnny said quickly, “I am so happy that you’re here, but I had another purpose.” I could tell that he was working up to tell me something. “I know I pozed you without asking, which we call stealthing. There is another kind of guy called a chaser who wants to be pozed, but hasn’t been given the gift yet.” I thought I could see where this was going. “I was in touch with a young guy who wanted my gift, and we had made plans to meet up in Denver for a week of rough fucking and hopefully it would stick.” I smiled at him encouragingly, “that sounds super hot!” “It is,” he assured me. “The guy just turned eighteen a month or so ago and this would be his first dalliance with an older guy. I’m not convinced, though, that he would like a guy like me. I’m pretty sure he only wants the bug, and lacking an attraction can be unsatisfying when you are trying to psych yourself up to take it hard.” Johnny started grinning, “when you told me about starting in Denver and it happened to be this week, I couldn’t help but think that YOU could be his gifter.” Even though I was expecting it, hearing it laid out so starkly for me made me gasp. “You would trust me with a job like that?” “Of course!” Johnny responded enthusiastically. “You need to learn what it is like to be a good top to a neg bottom. I know you’ve fucked me a time or two, but it isn’t the same breaking in a hole and dealing with the mind games. I want you to take this boy and make him a man, just as I did for you.” He continued, “pozing is something of an art form when done right. Any idiot can get knocked up with the virus and just spread it around. If you want to create your family you have to learn to be choosy. You need to learn how to control your animal urges and mix the right amount of aggression, compassion, and even love when needed to get the desired results. It isn’t about controlling your partner as much as it is about controlling the experience of sex and gifting.” As he continued talking, I soaked up every word. He spoke of the responsibilities of the gifter to make sure the boy was taken care of, to ensure they knew the awesome gift they had been given and how they could use it. After hours of talking HIV theory I was a feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Don’t worry too much — I know I threw a lot of information at you tonight, but I believe in you and will be here to show you the way. Besides, you don’t need to worry about anything until you finish the show tomorrow!” With his reassurances ringing in my ear we laid back on the bed and I opened my hole to him. With only a couple of days to learn how to top, I wanted to get in at least one more bottoming experience with Johnny before he went back home. * * * * * * After the show the next night, still feeling the performance high from the opening night crowd, I did my requisite turn around the cast party. We made a few toasts to each other and shared a slice of cake before I felt I could make my excuses and walk the six blocks back to the hotel. Something about the physical exertion of performing made me feel invincible. . . and very horny. When I finally burst into my hotel room, the sight of a young man’s ass beckoning me to the bed greeted my eyes. He was completely naked, legs splayed to give me the greatest view of his slowly pulsing hole. His perfectly round, deeply tanned cheeks were perfectly unblemished. No hair apart from his beautiful black locks hiding his face was visible. I licked my lips. “He’s all yours. I explained to him our history and he is terribly excited to get to be fucked by a true theatre star.” Johnny sat on the desk chair, fully clothed facing me and the boy. “Show him what you can do.” As if his words removed all barriers, I dropped to my knees and began to attack his hole with my tongue. His moans of appreciation started immediately as I lapped around his perfectly formed sphincter. He can’t have had much penetration, he was incredibly tight and with the smoothest skin I had ever felt. His slightly musky and salty taste was exactly what I had been craving as I probed his hole open with my tongue. We continued this way with my tongue slowly getting deeper as my hands pulled his cheeks farther apart. Once I could feel my tongue past his ring of muscle, I withdrew my mouth and started in with one finger. He hissed as my relatively dry finger plunged into the inviting warmth of his hole. I knew that we had a couple of days and I didn’t want to completely destroy his ass with just one fuck, so I didn’t do much scraping of his anal walls. Time enough for that later, and a dry fuck would cause enough friction to get this beautiful twink used to the pain of the stretch. I kept working my fingers in, one at a time until I could feel his hole yield. My cock had been dripping precum since I started walking home and it was time to unleash my beast. Keeping half my hand inside this boy, I used the other to drop my pants and underwear. My cock immediately sprang out and pointed at this boy’s quivering entrance like a compass points north. Beads of precum were dripping out of my slit and around my PA jewelry. I could feel myself aching to be inside this boy. Without warning him, I sharply withdrew my hand. As he gasped at the pain and sudden vacating of his entrance, I plunged my cock back into him, knocking the wind from him and driving his ass into the bed. I said I didn’t scratch his insides, I never mentioned that I took it easy on him. There were some shuddering exclamations and tight contractions as his hole was penetrated, but after a few minutes we found our rhythm. I used the spring of the bed to bounce him down on my cock and thrust up to meet him at the same time. My piercing kept getting tossed around inside him as his muscles were in hyperdrive. He was gurgling and panting as I used the power of my dick to short circuit his nervous system from the inside out. I kept bringing myself close to the edge and backing off, trying to give this boy a fuck he would remember for the rest of his life. After what had to have been forty minutes of pounding this boy mercilessly, I could feel myself tip over the edge where I couldn’t control myself anymore. My heart rate began to race, my hips jerking into this boy completely out of control — I reached to his neck and yanked him into a sitting position, forcing his back down on my cock and bringing his right ear to my mouth. “Take my gift, you gorgeous faggot.” I deftly licked behind his ear as I let myself remodel his guts with a bath of my toxic cum. * * * * * * The entire weekend was more of the same. I found out that the twink (Owen) was graduating high school that year with the lofty life ambitions to become a lawyer and we spent some quality time together outside the bedroom. After that first fuck when I had tucked Owen into bed, Johnny gave me a hug and simply said, “my work here is done. Keep me updated with the boys who get joined to us. I’ll add them to my family tree,” and he walked out of the hotel room. Our last day before Owen was to return home we walked around and talked for a long time. He had a bit of difficulty walking, as my cock had thoroughly bruised his hole, but we mentioned how much fun we had together and I hoped we would be in touch. He promised to share his test results when he went for his next STI checkup in about six weeks. Our last night together he used his own fingernails to fuck up his hole which glistened red as I let him slowly sit on my rigid dick. I was sure he would be my first son and the first guy I would get to share my seed. After I had made my deposit, I requested that he not have sex with anyone else until after his results and that he should fuck me just the once. He jackrabbited into my hole so fucking fast, cumming in less than three minutes. “Mmm,” I moaned, “I hope that I’m the lucky man who gets to let your last neg load travel around with me.” I popped in a plug of mine and pulled him close to me. We napped for half an hour before he had to hit the road. He kissed me tenderly as he got up and I pulled myself awake long enough to see him to the door and give him the stained and sweaty jock I had been wearing during my rehearsals and first few shows of this tour as a souvenir. This kid was special, and I allowed myself to have a moment of bliss before I slipped back under the covers to recover before the show the next day. Thanks for reading! Please feel free to drop me a line or leave a comment here. . . I read every single one!

Here's the last part of the first chapter -- I know it is long, but I wanted to lay the ground work of who Logan is and why he decides to do what he will in later chapters. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, encouragement, etc. on this post or drop me a message. I love hearing from you all! Enjoy! * * * * * * After scurrying around getting things ready (and more than one peculiar look from my roommate when I ran upstairs to grab a fresh water bottle and brush my teeth) the excitement of last night combined with the excitement that today I would be flying! Rehearsal for a musical is a lot of mundane and repetitive work, so new experiences are treasured. Since Johnny was the flight director, it meant we would be seeing a lot of each other the next few days — something I can’t say I was disappointed in. The chatter in the cast van over to the theatre was fun and we all seemed to be in god spirits. My face was stretched into a stupid grin, thinking about how so much had changed and a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I let the insane chatter continue around me as I thought about how the rest of my day would continue. . . My first flight sequence was pretty straightforward. I had some time to get backstage, strip out of my costume, get into the first harness, dress, and have plenty of time to be hoisted into the air before I soared across the stage. Johnny was there waiting to help me into the harness. I noticed his kilt bulging out more than a bit in the front as I walked up, and I added a little extra swish to my hips as I turned my back to him. “Logan, you have no idea what you do to me,” he growled in my ear as I shucked off my shirt and lowered my pants. “I hope you know how much time we have before your last flight.” I began thinking about the end of the show. It was true, I had a good twenty minutes between when I went offstage the first time and returned to perform some aerial maneuvers. I turned around and started to step into the harness he was holding outstretched. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked. He looked at my wicked grin and grabbed my ass while he was strapping me in. “Sweet cheeks, our lives just got a lot more fun.” I hurried to get my costume back on while he tested the various wires and ropes to make sure I would be secure. When he hoisted me up, I fixed an appropriate expression on my face and began my elegant soar over the set and to the other side before dashing back onstage to continue the show. The second lift was pressed for time, so there was just some desperate groping and teasing on both our parts while we managed to get everything set and I finished the second flight flawlessly. It was the last flight of the day when I knew I had time to take things to the next level. This time when I ran back to the flight corner, Johnny was waiting with his kilt hiked up around his impressive shaft, already gleaming with precum. His sparkling Prince Albert glittered under the dim radiance of the stage lights spilling backstage and he made me shiver. When I stripped this time, I intentionally stuck out my still-plugged ass for him to get a good look. With a quiet pop he released the plug from my hole and began to immediately wet me with his tongue. Being eaten out by a man with experience changes you, or at least it did me. I can’t believe how I was made to feel. Desperately horny to take his cock again and each lick diving into me and making me submit even harder. My breathing was shaky and gasping from his skill by the time he straightened and pushed my shoulders down. “Okay kid, here I go. Just remember to be quiet.” With one sharp jab he impaled me on his cock. Thank god the chorus onstage began singing at full voice in the same moment, because a half-groan-half-cry escaped my lips as I felt him tear into my hole and claim what he owned. He drilled me with everything he had. I could smell his musk and the vague scent of sex from my position with my head forced down in his surprisingly strong grip for a man who looked like he was withering away. He continued to pulverize my hole and pound the air from my lungs while I gave myself over to the ecstasy of surrender. This man had changed my life and I was loving it! Finally his tense, stabbing motions told me he was close, and I tried to massage his dick with my ass muscles. A swift grunt and warmth spreading out from within told me that he was unloading and I sighed. My own cum already coating the stage deck from when I came hands-free after his prostate stimulation. He pulled out swiftly and before I could mourn the filled feeling his dick had given me, the plug was swiftly pushed back in, now feeling significantly smaller than it had when it had been removed. Patting my ass affectionately, he scrambled to grab my costume pieces and prepare the elaborate harness for my final glorious stint in the sky. As I turned to him to ask how I looked, he just smiled and said, “perfect.” I got into position and from behind he whispered, “I know you’re not an idiot, but I don’t think you really know what all is happening. Kid, I wasn’t joking when I said you were going to be mine and I was giving you something. . .” — the music was swelling and I was seconds away from my dramatic entrance — “You’re my son now. You’ve sprayed your last neg load uselessly on the stage. Congrats on becoming an HIV pig, boy.” The chorus raised their voices in an awesome chord as I was flown into the air to thunderous applause in the front of house. It was as if the entire cast and creative team knew what had happened and was approving. I completed my routine in the air, but by the time I was lowered gently back down to the stage, it was the two seconds when I was unhooked that I came undone. I fled to a dressing room and locked myself into a bathroom. * * * * * * It took me an hour to pull myself together, and after telling the director that I missed the notes session after the run ended because of a stomach bug, he seemed to understand and allowed me to head back to the hotel early. My room was messy from my earlier whirlwind trying to get ready and I started putting it back together when there was a knock at the door. Johnny had found me. “Can I come in?” I silently motioned him inside and he went and sat on the chair next to the desk. I walked silently to my bed and sat down, half facing him, half looking toward the window. “I know that you’re feeling a lot right now, but I think we need to talk?” I resolutely stared ahead but nodded an affirmative. He silently reached out to put his hand on my shoulder. “Logan, I know that you’re surprised and probably feel good and bad things — I know that I did when I was gifted, but I want you to know that you have some options.” I turned and stared at him mutely as he went on, “HIV is not deadly unless you want to be; you can take some medication to control it. I’ve been working in entertainment for a long time and you’ve got talent that is only once or twice in a generation. You’ll be employed and can afford the medication. But that will come at another cost as well.” Johnny continued to look at me while he reached out and gently took my chin in his hands, “you have been given a gift and you can choose to share that gift with other boys and men. You can honor the DNA that is now in your system and add to it, change it. You can create your own family.” He gently let go of my face and got up from the chair to sit down next to me. “I’ve been spreading my seed since I was 18 and had my first Master. He was a cruel man but he taught me many things about loyalty, giving, taking, and power. He died only a year and a half after I met him, then I started working on tours. I was 20 and met one boy for each tour I have taken part in. I have a family of 23 boys, you’re my 24th. I’ve had a good life, but I wasn’t kind to myself when I was young. You can make a few different changes and be stronger — I hate to stop sharing my seed like this, but it is time that I get serious about meds and take myself off the market.” I turned my head and looked at him. Staring into his eyes I knew that even after the shock wore off, I would never feel the same again. The power I now felt coursing through my veins and the knowledge that I could build a family of boys and men was overpowering. I was silent for a long time, just looking at him. Breaking the silence I said, “you will have to teach me a lot — I’ve never topped anyone and I don’t know all that I need to, but I want to expand a family of my own. After all, you deserve grandsons if you are looking to retire.” Without any hesitation I closed the gap between our faces and kissed Johnny with all the passion I could muster. I wanted him to understand that my answer was, “I will honor your gift and share it with as many people as I can.” He responded with a kiss that I could only interpret as, “let me show you how.” That first fuck after I knew Johnny’s status was magical. He urged me on to take him deeper and explained scorpion tattoo. He told me how hot I was and how he would be there to see me through the flu that I was bound to get. He then asked me to follow him back to his room and fuck him with my last negative load. I was very eager and came within about two minutes of penetrating his ass. He proudly showed off the biohazard marking tattooed around his hole as he squeezed my load out and told me to lap it up. We shared my last load between us as we lay in a tangle of limbs on his bed. Totally spent and totally happy. * * * * * * True to his word, a few weeks later on the first night we were performing for a paying audience I felt like hell. I had a high fever, swollen glands, and was sweating profusely. The stage manager gave me one look and said I couldn’t go on except to fly since there was no backup. I sat backstage and watched the show with Johnny, his kilt hiding the fact that I was impaled on his. He gave me the fevered ride of my life that night as I was caught up in the adrenaline of opening, the rush knowing I was converting, and the pleasure of giving another man a great time. During our first stop in Oklahoma City, we went shopping on our day off for a few things. I suddenly had to expand my collection of underwear to include dozens of jockstraps — anything from sporty to sleek and fashionable, we picked out a series of plugs for me to wear of ever-increasing width in case I wanted to keep in a load. He even took me to a piercing shop to get a Prince Albert like his. After that first tryout, it became a tradition during my last flight that we would fuck every show. With eight shows a week on a fifty week contract, we got in plenty of action with each other. After my PA healed, he would let me fuck him every third or fourth show, providing guidance on how to best use my tool to open up another man and show them a good time. We continued to fall into each other’s arms after every show and I all but ignored my other castmates except to be polite when I talked with them. But I spent most of my time away from the theatre exploring cities across the country with Johnny. At the end of the tour with just one more performance to go Johnny asked me what I would like as a going away present. “I want a scorpion tattoo on my dick,” was my response. He chuckled, “you’re a kinky little fucker aren’t you?” “I take after my dad,” I replied. We went out just before the final show to a nearby tattoo parlor. I got my scorpion tattooed to the underside of my dick. “So you can only see it if I want you to,” I explained. “I’m sure there is no shortage of boys who won’t know what they’re doing and totally miss it.” We both laughed as we walked back to the theatre to do the show one last time. There was an extra charge in the air that night. Maybe I was emotional because I was completing my first professional contract. Maybe it was the thought that I would no longer have Johnny there to give me what I craved every day. Whatever it was, we passionately made love before my final flight that night. He penetrated me with long an hard strokes just to keep me on the edge of orgasm. He fucked me missionary up against the set, kissing me while I sprayed the underside of his kilt with my toxic load. It was the best performance I had ever given in my life, and it was all for him. * * * * * * We created a text chain that night so that we could stay in touch. He was retiring to a farm in Colorado and I was heading back to couch surf in New York for a few weeks while I auditioned for another job and searched for an apartment. After exchanging a hug and promising to keep in touch, I walked to the train station with a few misty tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. I didn’t see his message until the train was pulling out of the station and heading to my new life. It was the privilege of my life to bring you into my family. I know you will do me proud professionally and personally. Just remember to be who you are and share yourself with the world. In every capacity. Until we meet again, stay hard, stay horny, and stay humble. -Johnny As the train rolled on, I straightened in my seat. I could make my dreams come true and show the world what Logan Ball is made of, and my resolution starts now. A young conductor came over at that moment and asked, “ticket please?” I handed this boy my ticket. “Looks like you’ll be with us for awhile.” He scribbled some information on a little pad he had with his scanner. “If there is anything that you need don’t hesitate to let us know.” He handed back my ticket and a piece of paper. He bustled down the train to the next people waiting with their tickets out. I glanced down at the paper and it read: Please ask for anything — and request Mason. I’d love to serve you however I can. I smiled and leaned back in my seat. This new life was going to be fucking brilliant. * * * * * * Looking forward to share all that will happen going forward! Thanks for reading up to this point, hope you come back for more!

I am planning on finishing the first story, I just wrote myself into a corner and needed a break to try to get through the next chapter. Hopefully I will have another post up next week for that.

You’re reading my mind! Chapter One is just Logan and Johnny’s relationship during the first tour. After these first three parts we catch up to Logan on his next tour. More to come soon!

Here's the second of three parts to the first chapter of this story. Hopefully you enjoy where this is headed! Chapter One Part Two - The Aftermath Driving back to the hotel I could feel the cum leaking back out of my hole. I tried to close my hole, but the muscles were too exhausted and just slackened back open and a fresh trickle of fluid seeped out. Johnny drove to the back entrance of the hotel and used his keycard to get me inside. I started to head up the stairs to my room when he grabbed my shoulder saying, “kid, you should come back to my room and at least shower. Not gonna lie, you look like hell.” I turned obediently and followed him down the hall. I didn’t really know his comment meant until we passed a mirror in the hallway and I got a quick glance at myself. I was flushed, my hair was drenched with sweat and saliva from the facefucking I had gotten, and my eyes were bloodshot. I was walking funny and there was a half-crazed expression etched on my face. We arrived back at Johnny’s room and he silently went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel for me. “Go ahead and use the shower. I think some hot water will do you good.” He walked past me toward the bed and I crossed into the bathroom and closed the door. The steaming water soothed my muscles a bit, but did little to quiet my mind. My ass was so tender I could barely touch it with a washcloth, but the one time I went down there I noticed a slight pink tinge to the goop that was stuck there. I hoped that wasn’t serious — I mean, I had been an anal virgin, but I was gay and had heard of fissures before. As confused as my mind was, my cock had a mind of its own. . . When I brushed my nipples it would jump. The inside of my thighs: jump. Behind my ears: jump. I had never had a trigger-happy dick before, but this was kind of fun to discover! I still hadn’t cum yet, but I decided I would wait until I had some more time for myself to get in a proper edging session. After cleaning and delaying the inevitable, I walked out of the shower, toweled myself dry, and wrapped the towel around my waist. After all, I didn’t really have anything to hide, and while I wasn’t a body builder, I wasn’t cast in a dancing ensemble for nothing. One last critical look in the mirror admiring myself for a moment before I opened the door confirmed that I was still at least “cute.” I shut off the lights and turned toward the beds. Johnny lay on his bed without a stitch of clothing. While it shouldn’t have shocked me, it was seeing him fully naked for the first time that made me pause for a moment. His malnourished look was more pronounced when he was laying down. His cheeks slightly sunken and some extra wrinkles on his body gave him the appearance of someone older than he was. I noticed a few tattoos here and there, an intricate line drawing that looked like a tree, a beautifully detailed scorpion curled around his navel, and a list of dates written in spidery script over his heart. He didn’t look up when I entered; he kept focusing on a silver ring that he was working through the slit of his cock and out the bottom. “What is THAT?!” I asked a bit aggressively. He looked at me for a moment and burst out laughing. “This is my PA — Prince Albert. I had it pierced a long time ago, but I don’t usually wear a ring when I am meeting new boys for the first time. I think it is intimidating for the uninitiated. I guess you didn’t see the extra hole hiding under the foreskin.” He patted the bed next to him. “Come over here and join me. I sent your clothes down to be laundered so you don’t have to go back to your room looking like a total cumdump.” He chuckled a little as I sat down, still keeping my towel wrapped around my waist, albeit with the occasional jump from my groin as my dick swelled looking at this man. “Let me see what you’re working with,” Johnny cajoled. “You felt respectable when I grabbed you during lunch, but I wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on in your underwear when we were fucking.” Hearing him say that so matter of fact-ly made me blush like a schoolgirl, but I dutifully opened my towel for him to see my half-engorged 10” cock. “Holy shit, kid, you are hung!” I smiled at that. “Yeah, I didn’t know how unusual it was until I had to start tucking my flaccid dick back under my balls at school so it wasn’t swinging down one leg. Trust me, wearing dance belts is a bitch, though.” I tried to bury my anxiety underneath some fake bravado. The truth was that I was self-conscious about how big I was and was worried I would never find a partner who could take something like mine. It was a little thicker than a Red Bull can, but the head flared wickedly when I was hard and pushed. Johnny began slowly stroking me, feeling my manhood grow under his fingers. “You have no idea how you are going to change the lives of everyone you sleep with.” Assuming he wouldn’t mind, I grabbed his dick, now with a heavy metal “O” sticking out the piss slit and began stroking him to erection. We locked eyes for a moment before I saw the command in his gaze. I lowered my neck to worship the manhood that had just an hour ago blasted through my sexual barrier. We took our time — I wanted to explore this glorious dick and this strangely aggressive and kind man. He wanted back in my hole again. By the time there was a knock on the door announcing the return of my now clean clothes, I was bouncing on his pierced dick, taking a fresh load of cum and a distinct beating in my hole. When he finally began to shrivel inside my hole, he laid me back down on the bed, walked over to one of his duffel bags and pulled out a little plug. “This is one of my gifts to you. If you choose to accept this tonight, you’ll be mine during the tour. We’ll go our separate ways once our contracts have finished, but by taking this plug you will be tied to me. Do you accept this?” The little orange silicone plug seemed harmless enough so I nodded my head. Johnny came over and slowly inserted it into my guts. I hissed as it expanded my worked-over hole without lubrication, but once it was nestled inside it felt like home. I smiled up at him and simply said, “thank you.” He crawled in bed behind me, nestled himself next to me and fell asleep. After a day of so many new experiences and so much mental turmoil, it took me awhile to get to sleep. The plug in my ass kept me feeling full as my brain tried to reason with everything that had changed. After an hour or so of contemplation, I resigned myself to the choices that I had made. Not worth regretting when you’ve already committed to another person. That thought made me smile. Boys had given me gifts before to get on my good side, but never men. And by the looks of things I wouldn’t be getting bored anytime soon. * * * * * * Thanks for your support and reactions! I read every comment and genuinely appreciate your responses. They keep me writing and enjoying this community!

This is a tale about me, Logan Ball and my journey from innocent newbie in the theatre biz to a seasoned pro spreading more than just my talent and love of theatre. This first chapter is how my eyes were opened to the amazing opportunity I had been given and the gift I received from an unlikely source. Chapter One - Alma I wasn’t out of college yet when I got cast in my first non-Equity tour of an old Broadway show. We were finishing up senior showcases in New York City and I decided to try for a cattle call audition and I got lucky! Eighteen years of dance and voice lessons had paid off! My 6’ 2” frame and lithe build didn’t hurt, nor did my shining green eyes and auburn hair. I would get to graduate and move straight from my apartment in Michigan to out-of-town tech rehearsal in the heart of Arkansas for a month before we hit the road and I would get to travel and be paid to do what I loved. Dreams were coming true and prayers were being answered! My enthusiasm was slightly tempered when I saw the accommodations: I would be sharing a room with another chorus boy in a mediocre hotel just outside the town. I told myself that I shouldn’t mind too much — I would be working in the theater and rehearsal rooms all day, so I would only be there to crash. My roommate turned out to be a fun guy who had been on the road before with a few shows. We bonded over gin martinis that first night and decided we would be friends. The rehearsal schedule was intense and we were constantly thrown between music rehearsals, choreography sessions, blocking rehearsals, wig and costume fittings. . . you never felt like you were in one place for very long. In the background the set was beginning to take shape onstage and we were moving toward our technical rehearsals. The one thing left to decide was who in the chorus cast would fly. The show required one member of the cast to fly across the set in three places during the show. Once, just zooming across, and two more times doing some rolls and flying in zig-zags. I had volunteered (having had tumbling experience) but was a bit worried because of my height. Our first day of tech came and the director came over to me, “Logan we need to get you fitted into the flying harness. I thought Max would be up for it, but he’s afraid of heights.” “No problem!” I responded, trying to keep my boyish excitement under control. I trotted over to the stage left wing and grabbed the stage manager, “where do I go for the harness?” The stage manager didn’t even look up from her prompt script, pointing toward the shadows upstage. I heard the director call for an hour lunch break as I started back toward the dark corner where the road cases which would transport the set were stored. As I approached the cases an older guy walked out from between two large trunks and walked up to me. “Are you Logan?” His voice was rough, sounding like he had been drinking a bottle of whiskey a night for as long as I had been alive. As I got closer I noticed he wasn’t really that old. Maybe mid-forties, but he had a drawn look about him as if he hadn’t had a good meal in awhile. His eyes were mischievous, but he was still a handsome man. “Yes, that’s me! I am supposed to see someone about getting fitted in the flying harness for the rehearsal this afternoon.” I stuck out my hand to shake his. The man looked me up and down before grabbing my hand. “My name’s Johnny. I’ll be the flight coordinator on this show and will be getting you clipped in and out of the harness every time you go up. Come back here and let me get you fitted. I’m sure we have something that will work for you.” He gave me that curious sweep with his eyes as he yanked my arm forward to follow him. We retreated back to the box fort of boxes where he had set up a little station full of carabiners, rope, flying wire, rigging wire, and several different harness types with various attachments. “Strip to your undies, man.” I started a bit. Actors aren’t really repressed people; we change in front of others all the time, but I guess I didn’t expect to be down to my Calvins in front of this old guy. As I started to strip, I looked at Johnny a little closer. He was wearing the requisite black work shirt that technicians on the tour were wearing, but instead of slacks he was wearing a black kilt with tons of pockets. I thought that was kind of an interesting choice, but it accentuated his thin torso and gave his hips some flair. I stripped off my shorts and cute shirt that I felt accentuated my twink frame. Johnny walked around me, taking in my bubble butt and bulge in my steel-banded Calvin Klein briefs. I normally wasn’t shy about my body, but something in this man’s gaze made me feel like I was being looked at for the first time as a man instead of a boy. “Okay, I think we’re going to have to have two harnesses. One is going to be your regular harness for the first flight just straight across the stage. We want to make sure your chest and groin are both supported since they want to get you going at some speed.” He continued to look at me critically, “and the second harness is just a harness around your groin and hips that allows for some acrobatics. The problem is that you’ll have to strip off your costume each show so we can swap the harnesses out under your clothes.” Johnny leaned in and started to feel up around my shoulders, “You have okay muscle tone, but we’ll work on that during the tour.” His hand slowly slid down across both my pecs before it continued down my abs. His hand left a wave of goosebumps wherever it passed. Johnny leaned in and looked me straight in the eyes, “we’ll get you in perfect shape to use this,” he grabbed my bulge firmly and I noticed for the first time that I had gotten hard being objectified by this man, “to do its job.” He squeezed with a little more pressure and my breath caught in my throat. After a moment of intensity when all I saw were his eyes and I felt I couldn’t breathe, he shuffled back to the harness selection and picked up two models. “Okay boy, let’s get you fitted.” Once the intensity of the moment wore off (and I was able to convince my brain to breathe on its own again) we spent half an hour getting in and out of the two harnesses, correcting all the various straps and ties to fit me snugly. He even hooked me into the fly system and raised me up a few times to check the counterbalances and make sure it would all work. I continued on with the rest of rehearsal that day with a little bit of fog in my head. The crotch grab and intensity of the old man’s stare wouldn’t leave my mind and I knew I was hooked, on what, though, I didn’t know. * * * * * * That night after we were finished with our crazy 16 hour day, I walked backstage to grab my bag and head to the bus to get back to the hotel when Johnny came up to me. “Logan I need a few more minutes of your time to check one more thing before we fly you around in rehearsal tomorrow.” “Okay, I just don’t want to miss the bus back to the hotel.” “Don’t worry about that, I can bring you back in my car. This might take another twenty minutes or so.” I shrugged, grabbing my bag and following him back behind the boxes for the second time that day. “Strip,” was the command he gave and I immediately started to obey. As I was shucking off my shorts again, I noticed the front of his black kilt bulging out. I felt my eyes go wide and was sure my pupils dilated. . . My hormones were off the charts. When I straightened, his eyes were boring holes into my own. “Do you want this?” I nodded. “Be warned, it has a stinger.” I just knelt down and lifted the front of his kilt, exposing his freeballing 9” cock with a beautiful foreskin covering a bullet-shaped head. I tentatively licked his slit and felt his slick precum on my tongue. My college experience had seen me suck a few cocks, but this was by far the biggest I had seen in real life. I grinned as I thought how slutty I must look — rehearsal-ruffled hair, shining eyes, and licking the head of this old guy’s dick like it was the sweetest treat in the world! The licking didn’t last long before Johnny really took control, grabbing my head and forcing his cock down my throat. I wasn’t expecting as much aggression, so I more or less immediately gagged and dry heaved. “Yeah, bitch, there’s more than one reason that I made sure you missed lunch today.” He drove his cock back down my throat as I sputtered and choked around it. “You’ll be fine, you just need to breathe.” By this point, he has done this five or six times and I am starting to leak mucus out of my mouth and it is coating his cock and balls. “That’s it boy, get my dick nice and slick. It is going to be in your hole in a couple of minutes.” My eyes flew wide at that pronouncement. “But Johnny, I’ve never taken anything in my ass before, and you’re huge!” Johnny just laughed and impaled my head on his cock again. I had always imagined that I would put my career first for a few years then meet some young twink straight from college and top him for my first experience. I wasn’t a submissive, so why were my hormones not letting me tell this man, ‘hell no’? Johnny pulled all the way out of my mouth, with just a line of spit leaving an arc connecting my lips with the head of his cock. Johnny pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and ripped open the back of my underwear in what seemed like one smooth motion. Before I could even think of protesting he pushed me up against a trunk and slid his saliva-slicked member up my crack, teasing my hole. I had never felt anything like it before. His chest pressed up against my back as he continued to slick my crack and I could feel his breath on my right ear. “I’m going to open you up and change your life, Logan.” He took a nibble of my earlobe, making me moan. “I could tell that you are a top the moment I met you, but you’re young and need an elder to teach you how to treat a boy.” His head started probing my still-tight hole. “Before this tour is over I am going to show you the pleasure you can give your partners. . .” I felt him start to enter me ever so slowly as I tried to relax. “. . . you are going to bestow on men something that will change their lives, just as I am going to change yours.” The pressure was growing now, and I started to feel a little twinge of pain as his head seemed to pry my hole apart by force. “I’m going to show you what your dick can do, and you will submit to me, your ultimate father.” My hormone-drunk brain thought that was peculiar, but I had the distraction of his head completely popping in to distract me. I let out a hiss of air as I hadn’t been breathing. “You’re going to take this cock every day until the end of your contract next year and you will see just how much difference a year can make.” With that, he knocked the back of my knees with his hands and I fell onto all 9” of his cock at once. I screamed, cried, and blubbered in the next thirty minutes as Johnny tore up my ass. What had started out as just pain when I took his entire length at once became pleasurable as we found a rhythm and he fucked me senseless. At one point he spun me around and with strength I didn’t know he possessed, grabbed my legs and lifted my back against the roacd cases. “Logan, look me in the eyes as I cum inside you. This will be a moment you will never forget.” I did as I was ordered and saw his pupils flash as I gave my body totally over to ecstasy. With a final mighty thrust that I felt in my lungs, I felt his cock expand as warmth spread through my abdomen. ------------ Part Two coming soon! 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Apologies again, friends! This spring has gotten away from me completely, but I haven’t forgotten about this story and telling the tales of Paul and Blake and the friends they meet along their journey. I’ve been loving getting to read other stories on this sight and reading about others’ experiences in their POZ journey. Please always feel free to reach out and chat! I love hearing from people reading the story and also hearing more about what makes them tick. Hope you enjoy, and come back for more! I promise to return to the sex next chapter! Chapter Six: Showing Change Heading into the back of the shop was a shock — gone were the luxury appointments and subtle lighting. This room was huge! In the center was a tattooist station with medical grade lighting and gleaming equipment individually sealed in sterilized packs. Around the walls hung artistic photographs in neat black frames, each individually lighted showcasing piercings and tattoos. Apart from the light on each photo and the large surgical lighting over the tattoo station in the center, the room was dark. The floor was glossy and black, the walls painted black; even though the room was large it still somehow felt claustrophobic. “Right,” Aiden called to us, “who is up first?” While Aiden got situated on his chair, Blake nodded to me, “since Paul was the first, I think he needs to go up now. Chris, you’ll follow after.” Blake fixed me with a grin that I knew I would never forget — somehow both filled with lust and filled with love. Aiden pulled some crinkly examination paper over the large leather table and stared me down. “To get the package deal, you’re going to have to strip all the way down.” I hurriedly removed my clothes while Aiden set up a tray of ink, and a bunch of scary-looking surgical instruments. As I hopped up onto the bench, he looked at Blake and asked, “how far do you want to go? Does the boy get a say?” Blake looked at me and asked, “do you trust me?” We locked eyes and I simply responded, “absolutely.” Aiden grinned and told me to lay on my front. I settled in and was just starting to get comfortable when I felt Aiden grab my right foot with his gloved hand and bring it to a corner of the table. There was a quiet click as a padded cuff locked around my ankle and kept my leg from moving. Immediately the left leg followed with its own cuff and I felt exposed. My dick which had been hard since entering the shop and seeing Aiden for the first time began to leak between my abs and the table. Next came the sound of ripping tape as Aiden started spreading my glutes and exposing my hole to the air. I won’t lie, the warm breeze felt nice against my exposed flesh. Aiden began shuffling some metal implements around the back of the table. “Okay Paul, we are going to start with a piercing and a tattoo. I’m going to pierce you for a quiche first, then get started on the first tattoo.” First tattoo, I thought to myself. . . What did Blake have in store for me? As Aiden began to sterilize the flesh of my exposed taint he started to talk about piercing maintenance and how big he was going to go with the initial jewelry. “Nothing too large to start, but you’ll be able to stretch it with some piercing tapers in about six months. Now take in a deep breath when I say.” He gave the indication and I breathed in. A sharp pain struck me and I felt my balls immediately contract. There was a funny feeling of movement accompanied by the stinging sensation as the needle was loaded with jewelry and the jewelry was passed into my skin. In a moment, though, the whole experience was over. “We now move onto the hole tattoo. Blake, I believe you wanted him marked as toxic, correct?” I gave an involuntary shudder as Blake flashed me a grin and a thumbs up. Aiden started to apply the ink and I was lulled into a sense of calm as another man decided what was best for my now-diseased body. * * * * * Aiden worked through the whole night. Dawn was breaking over the horizon as we walked back to the car. I will admit that I was feeling sore all over. Because I have a future performing career, Blake didn’t want me to get any tattoos or piercings which might compromise my job prospects, but nevertheless gave me a full treatment. By the time my session was over I had gotten a quiche piercing, biohazard tattoo that you could see when you spread my cheeks, centering right on my hole, then was flipped over and given a Prince Albert piercing and had a beautifully detailed scorpion tattooed where my treasure trail had been, the tail extending down my dick to the stinger pointing right at my head. I had gotten two barbells placed in my nipples (which hurt like I couldn’t believe) and had my septum pierced. Because I didn’t want it to be visible, I was given a hidden metal bar to wear while it healed. Chris had a PA put on as well, but since Blake allowed Chris to make up his own mind about his mods, he opted for a biohazard tattoo on his pec over his heart. “It will always remind me that I will have this coursing through my veins forever,” he said when Aiden got to work. After we were all finished and getting cleaned up, Aiden turned to the three of us and said, “when you’re all healed up you need to come back. Each of my clients has fucked me or allowed me to fuck them.” Turning his back to us he explained, “each of these lines is from a person who I have modded, and they have all had sex with me.” Upon closer inspection I saw that the lines had different colors. Aiden told us, “the blue lines are from my topping jobs,” there were a smattering of blue lines on his back, “green lines are my bottoming experiences with a negative person,” there were maybe six or seven lines, “and the red are the poz loads I have taken so far.” The vast majority of the lines on his back were bright red. “You owe me a recharge, and I am honored to carry your strain, just as I hope you are honored by my work. I’ve taken over 1,200 loads in the last six years since I started this company, and I will continue to add marks to remember each of them until I die.” The experience left me insanely horny, but all options for relief were gone. I couldn’t even jerk off for a month while the PA healed, and Aiden said the anal tattoo should heal for 2-3 weeks before I started having sex again. Blake took this all in stride and said that he guessed I would just have to get used to opening my throat for him. I couldn’t wait to get more practical experience! Blake also treated himself to a fascinating mod while we were in Aiden’s shop, asking the artist to open the bottom of his dick head. The flesh now resembled an upside-down heart. As Aiden clamped the skin to stop the bleeding before cutting it open with a scalpel, Blake leaned over to me and said, “I want to give your tongue more access in there and maybe take one of your fingers inside the hole that infected you.” I could already tell that we were heading down the road to newer, exciting pastures.

Greetings friends! Here's another chapter in the saga of Paul, Blake, and Chris. The boys have some stuff to deal with (and no sex to get through in this chapter), but I think it sets them up to have an interesting time in the next installment. Because of the cliffhanger ending, I wanted to get this chapter out and have another one follow in a couple of days. As always, let me know what you think about where things are going. Happy reading! Chapter Five: A New Family Blake and I managed to fuck and fist our way through most of the rest of the break. I have to say, Blake was attentive to my needs in so many ways — He always made sure that I was feeling safe and comfortable, constantly brought me food and generally pampered me throughout our time together. We even went out one afternoon and went shopping at a specialty underwear store to get matching jockstraps. I didn’t want to tell him, but I have a major underwear fetish, and knowing that I had something we could match together was amazing. Plus, his ass looked insane perfectly cradled in the back straps. We may have eaten each other out in the fitting room of the store. (I guess we should have been quieter because the assistant smirked at us while ringing up our purchases.) I made Blake stay home the night before classes resumed so I could get some time preparing for the next semester and spend a few hours practicing. He agreed that he should probably attend to some things before he was back in classes and needed to put in a few hours swimming to stay in shape for the diving sessions he would have the next week. After getting in a few hours playing the organ and starting to organize my books and notebooks for classes the next morning, I went to knock on Chris’s door. He hadn’t been in touch at all during the break, and the few times that Blake and I had tried to see if he was back in his dorm room, there was no answer. I was starting to really worry. After giving my signature triple knock, I stood back and waited. After a few moments, I could hear some shuffling behind the door before it slowly creaked open. The room behind Chris was completely dark, and when he emerged from the shadows I involuntarily gasped. “Chris, what happened to you!?!?” Chris looked like he had been beaten. He had dark circles under both eyes, his hair was matted, he had a bruise on his neck and it seemed to continue under his loose-hanging teeshirt. He looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes and just gestured inside. As I walked in the room and the door swung shut behind me Chris started, “I would have called you but my mom smashed my phone.” I could hear his voice tremble. “It was awful. My parents don’t want me to ever go back home again.” I grabbed Chris and pulled him into a tight hug. In all the time that I had known Chris, I had never seen him look so dejected and depressed. “I’m here for you, Chris. Whatever you need that I can do to help, please let me know. I love you man.” I could feel his tears soaking into my sweater on my shoulder as I held onto his shuddering body. He continued to cry as I walked over to the couch and sat down. After half an hour of just holding him, he unsteadily sat up and began to apologize. “Shut it, I’m here for you and you’re my friend. Don’t apologize. And don’t feel like you need to talk about it if you don’t want to. I’m not going anywhere and there is nothing you can say that will lose me as a friend.” Chris gave me a watery grin and seemed to sigh with relief. We stayed together and put a movie on for the night. I didn’t want to leave Chris until I knew that he could get some sleep before classes in the morning. At about midnight he had dropped off and I carried him to his bed and tucked him in. I left him a note saying that I went home to sleep but would come by and wake him up in the morning in case he woke up in the middle of the night and felt lonely. When I made it back across the hall I sent a message to Blake: **Chris is in a bad way and I think he is going to need our help to get through things. Can we go out and do something as a group after classes?** I only had to wait for a few seconds before I got a response from Blake: **Yep, I will be ready for a bonding experience.** * * * * * I managed to wake up with enough time to get ready for school then get Chris ready for school as well. As I sent him trotting off to the Business School buildings with a muffin and a banana in his hands, I headed off to my first music theory class of the morning. Getting back into the swing of things with classes provided me some structure and went mostly well. I got chewed out by my piano professor for neglecting the instrument while I was on break, but otherwise it all went very well. I sent Blake text messages on and off during the day as we made plans to go out for pizza after he finished up his diving practice this afternoon. Collecting Chris first after I wrapped up a practice session, we walked down to the training complex for athletes in time to see Blake’s final dive of the night. I couldn’t get it out of my head how fucking gorgeous he was — his body so elegantly taut and bowed as he twirled through the air. Chris and I applauded as he swam over to the side of the pool and gave us a wave as he trotted off to the changing rooms. Turning to me Chris asked, “why are you both being so nice to me again?” “Well,” I responded, “I wanted to prove to you that we both care about you very deeply and are here if there is anything that we can do to help. You need to know that, and whatever ends up happening with your family, you have a family in us.” I could see tears forming at the corners of Chris’s eyes and I gave him a quick hug. “We’re going to have a great time tonight over pizza and get to all chat more deeply. I think it will be fun.” With a smile and a quick nod, Chris agreed and we walked toward the exit of the locker room to wait for Blake. After only a few minutes, Blake emerged from the locker room with still-damp hair, but looking remarkably put together with his kit bag slung over his shoulder. “Come on boys, my car is right outside.” We all piled into his car and drove the ten minutes to a quiet pizza shop in a strip mall on the outskirts of the campus area. As we jumped out of the car, I could tell that Blake had some kind of hidden agenda — I only hoped that he would be able to keep things from getting too out of hand tonight. . . We plonked down at a booth and ordered a couple of pizzas to split between the three of us. Chris opened up about how his parents had kicked him out right before Christmas and he bounced around with a few friends back home before he managed to get a ride back to school. He seemed to be handling things better than he had before, but I could tell that he was still raw from his treatment over the break. Eventually we switched subjects to how our breaks went. Blake and I looked at each other before Blake leaned in and whispered, “Paul managed to take my fist every night for two weeks.” Chris’s eyes widened, “he just needs an excuse to top more often and he’ll be growing into an ideal pig, don’t you think?” I could tell Chris was fascinated — for the first time since I saw him last night I saw a glimmer of his old self come rushing back to his eyes. “God, I want to see that sometime.” Blake leaned back in the booth, “we can definitely make that happen, but we have to get through a few things first.” The food started arriving at the table and we spent a few minutes burning the roofs of our mouths with molten cheese before Blake piped up, “don’t eat too much, we actually have an appointment in a few minutes.” I started a bit. An appointment? What the hell was Blake thinking? Blake must have sensed my curiosity because he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “you’ll need to pay for this pizza, but I am paying for the next part of this night. Seems only fitting as I am the one who started this family.” My eyes flew open in disbelief. Blake’s face gave nothing away as he reached for another slice. By the end of the meal we had done some damage to the two pizzas and had some leftovers that we could all have some for lunch tomorrow. I settled up with the waiter and we made our exit outside. I started walking toward the car when Blake called, “Paul, where are you going?” I turned around and he gestured me back to the sidewalk. “We’ve got somewhere else to go first.” Blake grabbed Chris’s shoulder in a side bro hug and steered him past the dark windows of the closed shops. I followed in their wake wondering what Blake had planned. We stopped in front of a blacked out storefront with no sign or indication that the space was occupied at all. Blake looked back and grinned at me before he knocked. The sound of a lock clicking interrupted the otherwise quiet night before a beautiful face appeared in a crack in the door. “What do you boys want?” asked the beautiful boy. “I made an appointment for the three of us tonight.” The gorgeous man opened the door and we stepped into a beautiful lobby area. All the couches were modern and white, lots of gleaming chrome and healthy potted plants. There didn’t seem to be a receptionist, just walls of what appeared to be photo albums and a mahogany door set into the wall opposite the entrance. “Hi, I’m Aiden.” This gorgeous twenty-something stuck out his hand in my direction. If there was someone that I couldn’t get enough of, it might be Aiden. He was at least 6’6” and boyish. He wore a smock over a button down shirt and had beautifully trendy black hair. His ears and his septum were pierced, but not looking too intimidating. His muscles kept the fabric of his shirt taut without him looking like a juiced up athlete. I pulled myself out of a stupor and grabbed his hand. It was surprisingly soft considering that it looked like he spent plenty of time in the gym. He gestured for us all to sit on the couches. “Welcome to my boutique. What can I do for you today?” Blake looked more excited than I had seen him since the first time my ass swallowed his whole hand. “We’re here for a package deal.” “Right,” Aiden replied. “You’re all over 18 correct?” We all nodded. “Before we get started, I want to give you some background. I graduated school with a degree in art and founded this right after I finished. It is a private service, so I survive off referal business only. So when someone asks you about where you went, you send them my way, yes?” We all nodded again. I could feel the adrenaline start to rise. “All my work can be seen in these books,” he gestured around the walls, “and you’re going to be entering those pages, too. I will refuse to work on anyone that doesn’t meet my standards. After all, I am an artist.” Aiden removed the smock exposing his tightly-buttoned shirt and smartly pressed pants. “Blake had mentioned you would be here a few times for various things, and I think we can definitely make some progress here.” I was mesmerized by this gorgeous man as I saw his bulge start to grow. “My calling card is my body,” he started slowly removing his shirt, button by button, “and you’ll gaze on it as we work.” Starting with his collarbone, his entire body was slowly revealed. There wasn’t a stray hair to be seen, his smooth skin pulled tight over his muscles. It served as a canvas for the most incredible full-body tattoo I had ever seen. Symbols, words, and tribal motifs were intertwined with beautiful animals and lewd sketches of men. His nipples were both pierced with severe-looking barbells, and his Adonis belt V led below his pant line, drawing the eyes to his bulge. “I can see you’re all enchanted by my work. Let’s go to the back and get started.” We all stood up and followed Aiden to the door in the back wall. His tattoos abruptly stopped at his back, which was covered in what looked like tiny little lines. I brushed that aside as soon as he opened the door. . .

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Hello everyone! Thanks for checking out this next chapter — it has been a bit since I was able to last update this story. Due to lots of traveling, constant working and catching the flu I haven’t had as much time as I would like to work on this project, but I am excited to share this next installment with you. There are a few more chapters living in my head and I would love to hear what you would like to see these boys (and maybe a few others) experience. As a warning, this next chapter includes some kink play (fisting, body training/modification talk) that may not be liked by everyone. Enjoy and as always please feel free to drop me a message or leave a comment below! Thanks and happy reading! Chapter Four: A Surprise New Kink The holidays were fairly mundane at home. I played the organ for the local church’s Christmas Eve service and my family exchanged gifts. My mom was the only one who commented on the fact that I didn’t have my usual appetite and seemed a little bit paler than usual. I told her that she really shouldn’t worry, that I was just tired from all the festivities. In reality, I knew that my body was finally accepting its fate as being part-Blake forever, and I was kind of in love with that. When the dorms opened up January second, I had the car packed and ready to get back to school and back into Blake’s arms. We sent each other constant messages and exchanged a few nudes back and forth. Before him, I never would have ever thought a dick was photogenic. I was a bit concerned that I didn’t ever hear anything from Chris. After he left that night he hadn’t called or texted. Hopefully he wasn’t regretting what had happened or feeling too bad. Blake and I made plans for my first night back to get together and catch up after the holidays. After speeding back to campus and getting my dorm room ready, I sat and waited for Blake to arrive. When I got the text to meet him in front of the dorm, I swear I walked on air to get to him and sucked on his lips like they held the last drops of water in the universe. We didn’t say much as we hooked arms around each other and made our way to the elevator. Eventually we made it up to my dorm room with most of our clothing still on, and I pushed him into the sofa. He flung his bag across the room as I launched myself at him; I began tearing at the buttons on his shirt in a desperate effort to have his skin rubbing with mine. His lips curled into a mischievous grin as I found his fly was made up of buttons which were almost impossible to undo with his excited bulge keeping the fabric taut. “Fuck you!” I laughed into his mouth. Blake laughed, “I wanted to make you work for it a little bit, at least!” I tweaked his nipple and elicited a gasp from him. ‘Payback, bitch,’ I thought to myself. “You’re going to pay for that one.” Blake grabbed grabbed my head and roughly thrust it down to his still-covered crotch. I inhaled the scent wafting off his pants in warm waves and moaned. “That’s right Paul, let me natural hormones make you horny.” If I thought I was horny before this moment, I kicked into overdrive at this talk. I was struggling to get enough oxygen, but it didn’t even matter. His smell made me feel like I could live forever just inhaling his essence. Blake continued to grind my face into his crotch as he slipped his hand down my back and reached into my pants to begin massaging my hole. Moans were a constant in my life now, and Blake’s expert treatment of my hole was driving me completely wild. He really is an animal when he gets going. “Okay, get up and out of these pants.” Blake’s demands had me grinning from ear to ear. When did I become this submissive? I shucked my pants off and threw them behind us onto the floor. Blake prowled down and began nibbling at my taint as he allowed his dry fingers to continue to rub around my still-tight ring. By now I was shivering uncontrollably — where did Blake learn how to make boys putty in his hands? Just as I was thinking that I was getting close to cumming without having touched my cock at all, Blake stopped all motion and stood up. “Don’t move a muscle.” I lay perfectly still as I heard him rummaging around the bag he had unceremoniously dropped when he first came into the room. He came back a few minutes later and I felt some cool liquid sliding down my taint and over my hole. This was a new experience. I don’t remember us playing a lot with lube before. As if he was reading my mind Blake piped up, “you’re in for a new experience today. Do you trust me?” “Yes, I trust you,” I panted, “just keep making me feel good.” “I promise I will do just that.” Blake began using three fingers to rake the lube into my hole. The constant movement without friction on my sphincter was a new pleasurable sensation. Sex had always been about power and control before. Pain was a part of that process. Now, though, as Blake massaged the lube as deep as his knuckles would allow, I could feel something else taking over both of us. Some kind of sensual cohesion that we would probe the depths of what we both knew we could handle. That mutual connection was doing wonders to me. Blake kept diligently working more lube into my hole, eventually slipping four fingers into my hole and using them like a spade while he poured even more thick lube deep into my gut. With half of his hand inside me, he leaned down and kissed me passionately. As our tongues danced, I felt him adjust his hand position and pull it partially out. My brain went blank for a moment. I needed him inside me. I wanted him to destroy me to satisfy himself. Somehow that translated into a strange sensation that I could feel in my sphincter. I created an almost sucking motion and as he tucked his thumb around into a duck bill shape, I felt his entire hand slide straight into my hole. Immediately the sensation became more than I could take. My legs began shaking uncontrollably, my brain began to short circuit. It was as if my skin was on fire. My senses seemed hyper aware, I felt color, smelled sound — nowhere had I ever heard of such a transcendental experience. Blake kept his tongue working against mine as my brain melted into mush. What was left of my individuality disappeared and we merged into one. Eventually my body got used to the feeling of the massive stretch of Blake’s fine hands in my hole and I began to relax again. Blake began to gently move his fingers around and immediately found my prostate. I began leaking copious amounts of precum and he leaned down to lick it right from my cock. “Mmm. You’re so sweet and delicious all the time.” He smiled and brought his lips to mine so I could taste my essence. Feeling this I thought I could die a happy man. What else do you need? Being one with your partner, sharing everything between yourselves, it all seemed like perfection to me. Kissing me deeply, Blake used that distraction to firmly remove his hand when I took a breath. I could feel the cool air of the dorm room against my gaping hole. Blake went to take a look. “Holy fuck, Paul — you look gorgeous! Absolutely sick but gorgeous!” “Take a picture so I can see!” I demanded. Blake found his phone and quickly snapped a photo. When he handed me the phone I could barely believe what I saw. I was dripping with sweat, precum, and lube, my hair was matted, my eyes were dilated and sparkling. I looked like I was in heaven, legs spread wide exposing my hole. Except my hole was gone. In its place was an alien looking gash that sagged open. Surrounding the gash was my normally perky, tightly-closing sphincter which was slightly open as if begging for another hand. “How is this my fucking body, Blake!?!?” I couldn’t keep the slight edge of panic out of my voice. Horny panic, I suppose it was. “Will it go back to normal?” Blake could clearly hear my misgivings and came up next to me and snuggled close. “You’ve just taken your first fist, Paul. I’m sorry if I scared you, but I thought you would like that.” “Yeah, I’m not really that scared as much as surprised? How the hell did you get your hand inside?” “It only takes a lot of patience, trust, and lube. I knew we didn’t have anywhere to be and I wanted you to feel good. Did you like it?” I thought back to the moments we had just shared before I responded, “I loved it. I’ve never felt anything like it, but seeing that picture freaked me out! Did you permanently break my hole?” Blake chuckled and slid against me, still covered in the sticky mixture of drying lube, sweat, and precum. “You’re not going to be permanently broken, but if you want to experience that more we can train your hole together. Your sphincter is like any other muscle — the more you use it, the more control you have over it. I know some guys who can open their holes so big you could stick a dick inside and not even touch the walls, but they have perfectly normal and healthy lives.” Blake’s description sank in for a moment. Holes that big surely couldn’t be real. But what if they were? “That seems like a bit of a stretch,” (Blake snorted at the unintentional pun) “but people do this without harm?” “All the time,” Blake assured me. “And besides, if you ever want to do it again, you looked so hot writhing under me.” Blake casually snaked his hand down to my hole, still gaping slightly from the stretch it had been given before. Part of my brain seemed hell bent on stopping this from going any farther, but I still hadn’t cum yet and pleasing Blake felt like the most important thing I could do at the moment. I arched my back and gave him easy access to my hole. He dove straight back in with four fingers and my hole seemed to make room quite easily as he resumed his stretching efforts. Round two was even more intense than the first one. Once Blake got his whole fist inside me, he kept pressing deeper into my hole before slowly pulling his hand out past the heel of his palm and then pushing in again. We took things slowly, and the odd sensation of feeling him constantly stretching my hole to capacity began to feel familiar. As did the feeling of his fingers moving against my colon. I looked down at my belly half expecting to see his hand moving like an alien under my smooth skin, but I couldn’t see anything. I supposed he was pretty low in my body, but it still felt like he would come popping through my belly button at any minute. Eventually we worked into a comfortable rhythm where he was pushing against my prostate. My cock fully inflated and started to bounce around in rhythm to his hand motions for only about a minute before I cried out and fountains of cum began to spray us both from the head of my still-bouncing dick. I must have convulsed around his hand tightly when I came because I felt him freeze his hand inside after and let me come down from my ejaculation high. We kissed deeply and he rubbed my body in a massage to get me relaxed enough to pull his hand out of me as gently as he could. Both of us totally exhausted (and Blake still wearing most of his clothes) we fell asleep on my bed. When I woke up hours later, the bed, sheets, and our bodies were all stuck together in an acrid mix of cum, lube, and sweat. I know I should be disgusted, but all I could think was how this most amazing boy showed me a new world and I never wanted to give him up for anything. As I settled back against him and he pulled me close, I thought of all the new experiences I had had and dreamed of the crazy, kinky future we would have together. Little did I know just how much fun we would have.

As promised, I wanted to send out a new update before I leave for a trip. This is the first time Paul and Blake play with another person and I think they are on their way to discovering a lot more about each other. Still early days, and any comments or suggestions are welcome! I will try to have another chapter at the end of next week, but until then, enjoy! Chapter Three: A Third I woke up feeling sick as ever, but immediately noticed the smells of cinnamon and vanilla. Blake was gone from the bed, but he had tucked me against a body pillow to cocoon me in comfort. My brain allowed me to doze on and off for awhile until I felt a corner of the bed sag and I opened my eyes. A plate of homemade cinnamon rolls and a glass of water in his hands, Blake asked me to sit up before he started feeding me small bites of food and made me drink water. “I know you feel like hell, but you’re as gorgeous as ever, do you know that?” I couldn’t help myself, and I began to purr. “You’re just the most amazing person, Blake. How did you ever find me of all people attractive?” Blake looked at me for a few moments before replying, “Well, the moment I first saw you moving your things into that dorm, I knew you were special. It was only later when I read an article on the university webpage that I really knew how amazing you were.” I blushed hearing him compliment me. “They liked to use my story to try to recruit more musicians, but I’m really not special.” “How can you say that? You’re like a nationally-awarded organist!” The way Blake looked at me made me think about how I looked at him. A mixture of adoration, lust, caring, and disbelief that he can be mine. Groaning, I said, “It doesn’t really matter. I know things about one part of life. I have no experience in much of anything else. Well, almost no experience.” Dammit, I must be flushed some crazy shade of red from all the blushing I am doing. Why is sex so hard to talk about? Blake picked up on my discomfort and gave a rueful smile. “I thought you knew more about it. . . I wouldn’t have come onto you so strong and been so forceful if I would have known.” “It isn’t a problem. You just helped me discover a new part of myself.” I smiled to reassure him. “I need to email my teachers and tell them that I am too sick to go to class.” “Don’t worry about it. I already sent an email to all your teachers saying that you were sick and I was going to take care of you for the next few days.” This man really is a keeper, I thought. “I found your class schedule in your music bag,” he added. “Now, finish this food and we can talk.” I finished eating the most delicious breakfast I could remember and Blake took the plate back to the kitchen. A minute later he reappeared with another glass of water and got back into bed. He held me and started talking. “You know a little bit about how I became poz. It really isn’t a special story. I was horny, I wanted a release, and I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. I converted and that was that. There was no stopping the virus and somehow that turned me on. I became obsessed with saving myself for the perfect guy who would be my partner in every sense of the word. I wanted to be a part of them forever. I knew that I had some time before I needed to go on medication to control the infection, but I wanted to stay fit anyway. I threw myself into my sports career and school, and I don’t regret it for a bit. I see a doctor every few months and keep track of my health. He thinks I can stay off meds for a few years yet without much risk to my own health, but I want to have him check you out when you’re feeling better.” I nodded against the pillow. “I know I need to get tested eventually, but I want to know more about this first. I can feel my body changing even now.” Blake pulled me tighter, “yeah, I got to know my own body so much more in the year since. I’ve been spending money on my playroom and waiting until I had the chance to meet someone special to use it. I’m so happy it is you.” I began to drift off to sleep, comforted by the man now holding me close. Blake nibbled on my ear and I could feel his engorged cock rubbing against my ass. With a gentle adjustment, I gave him my ass again. This time wasn’t frantic but the passion was just as deep. We made love in the bed for the first time, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. * * * * * I gradually began feeling better and by the beginning of the next week I was back in the classroom and the practice room. I had some serious catching up to do, and not a lot of time. I managed to scrape through my finals and pass a jury for organ. My second to last day at school I got a call from Blake. “Hey, it has been a long time since we saw each other? How about a little celebration after you finish your last final tomorrow?” Of course I couldn’t say no to that. “Sounds like a plan! Where do you want to meet?” “Come back to my place around 7:00. We can have dinner and I have an idea for a new activity.” I could hear the growling tone in his voice. “You won’t want to miss this.” “I’ll be there! But now I have to go. Chris wants help with his essay tonight and I promised I would try to help.” Blake chuckled down the phone, “you’re always so helpful. One of the hundreds of reasons I love you. Talk to you later!” The line disconnected and I breathed a sigh of contentment. Just one more day of work before I could drop my worries out the window and run into the arms of my boyfriend. I grabbed my computer and headed out the door and down the hall to Chris’s room. I could hear the sounds of classic rock through the door and knocked loudly. I heard Chris’s bedsprings creak as he moves to the door. When the door swings open, Chris is staring at me with his hair all crazy to one side. “Thank god you’re here.” He ushers me inside and closes the door. “I fell asleep and just couldn’t finish the essay.” I stared him down for a minute. “What a mess,” I thought. Sighing I said, “I can’t write the essay for you, but let me see what you’ve got.” Chris brought me his laptop and sat down on his bed. “I’ve got it mostly finished, but I just don’t know what else to write. I’m at the end of the line.” He really looked dejected, so I read through what he had written so far. Ten minutes later I grabbed his shoulder and shook him from his upright doze. “It isn’t too bad, you just have some simple editing work to do, then wrap it up. We can get through this in just a bit.” We dug in and about two hours later he had a really fine essay. “Thanks so much. I really appreciate it. I promise to make it up to you someday.” I laughed, “you don’t have to make anything up to me. Just finish the semester strong. You were my first friend here, and this is what friends do for each other.” I picked up my things and walked to the door. “Now get some sleep so you’re fresh for tomorrow.” I heard a faint “good night” get mumbled into a pillow as I let myself out. Time to grab some sleep before classes finished tomorrow and I could see Blake again. * * * * * After my exams the following day I went home to get ready. By now at least I had figured out the mechanics of a clean (and belatedly ‘safe’) sexual experience. I grabbed a quick shower and cleaned everything out. I figured that Blake must have had some kind of sex in mind and I wanted to be prepared. I put on some decent clothes and started walking over to his place. I rapped the door when I arrived and then Blake was there. I caught a quick glance of my gorgeous man in an apron before he pulled me into him. Hugging him tight I planted kisses on his neck and soaked in his aroma. Rich and musky. I could already feel myself getting hard. Blake broke the embrace and ferried me into the place. He had a few candles lit and gestured me to a seat in the small dining nook. “After the last time you ate here off a TV tray, I thought you deserved a real meal. He opened a bottle of Italian lemonade for me and went back to putting the finishing touches on our meal. We chatted idly about holiday plans and how our exams went as he plated some food. When he turned to present the dinner, I was stunned. It looked like the work of a chef! Beautiful chicken parmesan cutlets propped over a delicious-looking mound of risotto. There was a side salad and he leaned over and said, “there’s a special dessert later.” We ate and toasted each other with our lemonades for the better part of an hour. After we finished, he carefully cleared away the plates and brought me to my feet. “Are you ready?” I nodded silently, then I noticed Blake checking his watch. A minute later there was a knock on the door. “Chris, how nice of you to drop in!” Blake shouted at the door. “It is open.” I stared at Blake. What was going on? Chris bounded into the room full of frat boy energy. “Hiya Paul. I bet you didn’t expect to see me here, did you?” “I can’t say that I did, no.” I replied. I searched Blake’s eyes but they gave nothing away. “We just finished dinner here, Chris, but I think we’re ready to get started if you are.” “No problem,” Chris replied. He turned to the hallway leading to the bedroom and playroom. “What are we waiting for?” Blake gave my hand a little squeeze, “you’ll have fun with this. I promised dessert, after all.” Winking, he let go of my hand and led the way down the hall to the playroom. Entering the playroom was just as disorienting as last time. The heavy smell of leather and rubber hung in the air and the toys, straps, masks, and suits all surrounded the big sling in the center of the room. I was horny before, but the sight of all this forbidden gear turned me on even more. Chris gave out a little gasp. “I had no idea you had all of this! You must get tail every day of the week!” Blake looked at me and replied, “hardly, I only have one person that I really want to fuck.” Chris turned and faced us, “of course, I knew you two were made for each other. But why all the stuff?” “Well,” Blake started, seeming a bit sheepish, “I wanted to be prepared in case my partner was kinky or had any fantasies.” His gaze turned toward me. “I hope you aren’t offended.” I smiled back at him, “of course I am not offended! That is so hot that you were thinking of every eventuality.” I leaned up and kissed him deeply. “You know how to get me horny for sure, but why is Chris here?” Blake gestured to Chris, “you’d better explain it.” Chris started, “I always wondered what being with a guy felt like, and I’m going to move into the frat house next year. I heard that they get up to some shenanigans and take care of each other, if you know what I mean, and I wanted to know what that was like before I started fooling around and don’t want to embarrass myself in front of any of them. I asked Blake a few weeks ago if he would show me the ropes, but he said he wouldn’t fuck me. Just that he was saving that for someone else, but he thought you might be willing to have a go at me if you wanted to.” I was stunned, horrified, turned on, and confused. “Why me?” “Like Blake here, I wanted it to be someone who I cared about and wouldn’t judge me. Besides, you’re sexy as fuck and so tempting all the time. . .” Chris trailed off. I looked at Blake and he smiled back. “Paul, this is your chance to really breed someone. I think you should.” I leaned over to whisper in Blake’s ear, “does he know that I am poz?” “I haven’t told him, but you know him. I don’t think it would make him much difference.” “But I would feel awful if I gave him my illness.” Blake was quiet for a moment, “look, it isn’t like he is stupid. He could ask to play safe, he could be on prep, he could just not care. Whatever the case, I think he is aware of what is possible.” I grudgingly admitted that my boyfriend had a point. I turned toward Chris and with as much courage as I could muster I demanded, “get in the sling.” Chris clambered out of his clothes and got into the sling. Blake and I circled around him and strapped his arms and legs in so he couldn’t move. “You know that to do this you need to relax. And in order to be relaxed, you need to surrender yourself to us.” I was talking with a silky tone, trying to put him at ease and keep him excited. “After this experience you’ll be a changed man. You can’t say that you’ve never felt another man inside of you. Is that what you want?” Chris was getting really hot and bothered and moaned out, “just do what you want to me.” Clearly this boy didn’t know what I was capable of. I knelt down and took a look at his hard cock. It was about average in length with a long, droopy foreskin covering the head, even as he was hard. A nondescript bush surrounded his manhood, but the shaft and balls were completely smooth. His balls rode up as I fondled his shaft. This was too easy. I rolled his foreskin down to release the shiny head of his cock, already glistening with precut. Taking him into my mouth I could taste the sweet-and-salty essence of the pre, along with the musty, sweaty taste that must always stay around with a foreskin like his. I pressed his cock further back into my mouth and felt as much as heard him pant. “You’re a fucking genius with your mouth, Paul.” I slid his cock all the way out of my mouth, sucking on his head so there was a little ‘pop’ when I released him. “Thanks, but you haven’t seen anything yet.” I started giving his balls a tongue bath and played around inside his foreskin with my finger. I let my tongue lick down his taint before tasting his ass for the first time. It was as I expected from a frat-type boy. A bit ripe with sweat, but not unclean. The saltiness of his sweat was matched with the sweetness of his musk. I began to tongue his hole and the moans increased in pitch and frequency. “What are you doing to me?” I grinned into his cheeks as I pulled my finger from his foreskin, “just having a taste of what is to come. Blake promised me dessert. . .” I dove back in. Blake’s hands found my collar and began unbuttoning my shirt. I got to work with my pants and was soon naked, probing Chris’s hole with my tongue. He must have really been wanting this for awhile, because he was starting to open up. I stood and slipped a finger into Chris as I leaned in to lick his chest. “I can’t kiss you because I’m attached to Blake, but I am going to fuck you. Is that what you want?” Chris only nodded and groaned. I was excited! My fist topping experience! I used a second finger to open the hole for a moment or two and Blake came up from behind and started lubing my cock. “Hold back in him for a bit. Make sure he feels you,” Blake warned. I nodded in understanding and withdrew my fingers. My now slick cock began to do circles around his hole as I warmed him up for penetration. Nothing like a little teasing to get him excited for what was coming next! I felt Blake start to lick my hole behind me. . . Ah! That was his game! Well, I don’t mind! I let the tip of my dick hover right at the entrance to Chris’s chute. Waves of warmth emanated from him as I gave the warning, “last chance to back out.” “Breed me,” was all the answer I needed. I pushed into his warm hole and slowly sunk inch by inch into the waiting boy. Nothing prepared me for how amazing the feeling of a tight hole would be on my cock. At the same moment, I felt pressure on my own hole as Blake quickly sank his dick into me. He had me impaled completely and was pulsing his dick against my prostate as I continued to work toward hilting myself into Chris. When I finally bottomed out (with much wincing from Chris) Blake was almost out of my ass. I began to pull out of Chris and fuck myself back onto Blake. I slowly picked up steam bucking forwards into Chris and backwards onto Blake. Fucking and being fucked in one cyclical motion. This was easily the most pleasure I had ever experienced. I rode Blake’s dick with every ounce of passion I had, and plowed myself forward into Chris feeling like a god. Chris was moaning in pleasure as I began to pummel his prostate with precision. The speed of my thrusts growing faster and faster and cycling deep enough to tease his second hole. Blake started to pant behind me and grabbed my hips for extra leverage. We fucked like rabbits for what seemed like hours before I couldn’t take it any longer. “I’m gonna cum,” I screamed to the boys and fell forward with all my body weight to stick Chris as deeply as I could before I started to spurt. I felt the resistance of his second hole for a split second before Blake added a deep slam of my hole and our combined weight forced my dick through Chris’s second hole. I could feel Blake pumping me full of his toxic seed again and knew that I was seeding Chris, too. We stayed mounded together, sweat dripping from our bodies and mixing into each other. Chris hadn’t cum, but he seemed perfectly content. “Is this everything you wanted it to be,” I asked. “More than you could ever know,” was Chris’s reply. I turned to Blake and kissed him deeply. After about half an hour I felt myself slip from Chris’s hole and we unhooked the restraints. Chris grabbed his things quietly and waddled out the door. Blake scooped me up in his arms and nibbled on my neck. “I hope that wasn’t too shocking for you.” “Too shocking, no, but I will be interested to know how Chris is feeling in a few weeks. I am a bit worried that he’ll be pissed at me if he turns out poz.” “I know some of the guys in the frat,” Blake replied, “they won’t judge, and there are a few people that I met at my poz support meetings that he can talk to if he gets worried.” I snuggled my head up to Blake’s chiseled pecs. “All I know is that every time I have sex with you I feel a deeper connection. Even with another person, I still feel connected most to you.” Blake kissed my forehead and dropped me into the shower. “Well, we shouldn’t waste another opportunity. . .” So he fucked me silly in the shower, using his previous load as lube. I don’t know how I had managed to live without this boy for so long, but I am glad that I don’t need to know what that will be like for a long time.

Thoroughly enjoyed reading this story! Thanks for sharing your creativity!

I apologize for being a bit late in getting the next chapter out. Work/life have gotten in the way this past week, and I have an upcoming work trip, so I am posting this chapter and will have the third chapter up later this week. Hope you all enjoy! This chapter follows Blake and Paul as they explore a more vanilla side to their relationship and Paul gets a big wake up call. Chapter Two: Conversion When I woke up late Wednesday morning I was still exhausted and sticky with sweat, cum, and ass juices. I could tell that I would need to wash my sheets with some powerful soap to get them clean again. Thank god for the cheap plastic mattress — at least it was impervious to anything. I rolled out of bed and hobbled over to the mirror. Looking at my reflection I chuckled, “Paul, you look like hell.” I smiled and felt proud. After stripping the bed, I put on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt and waddled down to the communal laundry room. Throwing my sheets and cover into a washing machine, I loaded it up with soap and bleach before taking the elevator back up to my floor to grab a long shower. Grabbing my shower kit and towel, I ran into Chris in the hall. “Dude, you look awful! What happened?” Chris was staring at me curiously, “are you okay?” I smiled and tried to play it off, “yep, just fine.” Chris turned and followed me down to the communal showers. Pushing open the door, I made for one of the stalls. Chris stood outside the stall while I began to take my clothes off. I was increasingly aware of the smell of sex still emanating from my hole and crotch. “Okay, Paul, you don’t have to tell me what is going on, but you know that I’m just going to stay out here until you fess up to why you slept in until almost noon, why you look like you were dragged behind a truck for half a mile, and why you’re not sharing anything with me.” I turned a jet of steaming water onto my body and instantly felt some relief. “Paul, I am wounded!” I could hear Chris’s pout through the stall door. “Okay fine,” I started lathering my hair. “I’m really fine, I just had a late night. Blake came to the concert and. . .” Before I could say another word, I heard the door to the shower room open. Chris muttered “sup” to someone who walked to the other side of the room and walked into a stall. “Busted,” I thought to myself. I stuck my head into the water and started to rinse the lather out of my hair. I turned around and Chris was standing on the other side of the shower curtain peeking in. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I nearly jumped out of my skin, hands flying from my hair to cover my crotch and ass. “Everything good, man?” Asked the voice of the person in the other stall. “Yeah, I’m fine. . .” my heart was still racing. “Fucking hell, Chris, you scared the shit out of me!” I whispered. “I couldn’t just let the conversation die, what did you do after the concert?” “We went to the diner, now get out of here I need to finish washing.” I saw Chris’s eyes give me the once-over. My crotch hand was not doing more to keep my dick at bay than hide it. “I’ll leave you alone, but nice body dude! How come you always wear so many clothes?” “Just go and I will bring you up to speed later today,” I sighed. Chris scurried out of the gap at the bottom of the shower stall. What was with boys lately? I finished my shower and went back to my room. I still had a few minutes to kill before I would need to move my laundry to the dryer, so I picked up my phone. I saw that I missed a text from Blake: *Hey Paul, thanks for such an amazing time last night. You did so well at the concert and I loved getting to know you better. 😉 Hope we can see each other again soon!* My stomach did a curious flip-flop. This boy had a good time, enjoyed the concert, and enjoyed me? I felt like I was walking on air. I started a response to his message before I closed the app and tossed my phone on my bed. Enough time to get back with him later. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Not to mention, I still wanted to process and bask in the glow of the reality that a boy actually fucked me last night. I decided to walk to practice a bit before coming back to the dorm to pick up my laundry. I barely closed behind me before there was a loud knock. “What is it?” “Paul, let me in,” demanded Chris’s voice. I stopped tucking in my fitted sheet and opened the door. Chris bounded in and immediately sat on the bed, pulling the sheet back from the corners. I sighed, “hey, watch what you’re doing!” He looked back at the sheet now bunched around his ass, seemingly unperturbed. “You owe me the full story from last night, mister.” Chris let out a long belch. I wrinkled my nose at the beer smell. “Well, after the concert we went and had dinner, then he asked me to show him the organ.” “And did you?” “Well yes, I have the key,” I started before Chris waved me off. “No, you idiot. Your organ.” “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my ears and forehead. “Yes, he got to see that.” Chris collapsed backwards onto the bed laughing. “I knew he was going to get into your pants! He has been asking me to set you up for him for weeks!” Chris stood abruptly and marched to the door, “He better have been a perfect gentleman or I’ll kick his ass.” He slammed the door behind him as he went. “He wasn’t a gentleman,” I said to myself, “but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I picked up my phone from my desk and opened the message from earlier. *Look forward to seeing you again soon! 😉 I’d love to catch up and spend some time with you, but the rest of this week is no good for me. How about we get together a week from today and see what happens?* Not a minute later I got a reply. *See you next week! Save yourself for me.* This boy would be the death of me, but the least I could do was hold back for him. The next week flew by. I spent so much time preparing for tests, juried examinations on organ and piano, and just trying to stay above water with all my other homework. Tuesday night came in a flash and I started to feel like I was getting a cold. Not out of the ordinary for December, but annoying if I was going to get the sniffles right before a date. I went to bed early after drinking some lemon juice and honey to try to soothe my throat. I woke up about 3:00 in the morning shivering uncontrollably. I got out of bed, cranked up the thermostat and pulled two college sweatshirts on over my head. I hid under my covers and tried to go back to sleep. After three hours of feeling delirious from fever (and probably dehydration) I got up and went to the practice rooms at school. I felt like death warmed over, but I still had work to do. Waiting for a massive thermos of tea to brew, I sent an email to my professors explaining that I was sick and wouldn’t be in class that day. I packed my things and made for the practice rooms. At least I could practice for a few hours and go to bed. I spent the day practicing and napping in one of the piano rooms by myself. When I awoke from my third nap, I was still feeling awful and wondered what started me awake. I noticed that my phone was buzzing on top of the piano, so I reached up to grab it. I swiped the call on and said, “Hello?” My voice must have been small and given me away because Blake immediately said, “hey, what is wrong? Where are you?” “I’m over in the music building,” I mumbled. “One of the practice rooms. I’m so sorry, I have been sick today and I didn’t even think about getting together tonight.” I could faintly hear the sound of tennis shoes hitting the pavement on the other end of the phone. “Hang on, Paul, I am on my way.” Blake abruptly hung up. I hauled myself off the carpet and tried to pull myself together. How could Blake see me like this? I tried to flatten my unkempt hair back down on my head and tuck my shirt into my pants. It was when I was getting things adjusted that Blake burst into the room. “Omigod Paul, you look horrible!” I smiled weakly, “surprise!” Blake moved to get close to me, shiny with sweat from his run across campus. “Come here, dear.” Did he just call me dear? I melted into his embrace. He smelled pleasantly of hormones and clean sweat and fabric softener. We stood wrapped up in each other and time stretched on. Eventually he lifted my chin and moved to kiss me. “Stop! I don’t want to get you sick!” Blake closed the gap and we locked lips. I was immediately taken back to the week before. Burning with lust as if a switch had been thrown. Blake broke off our kiss and looked me dead in the eyes. “We should go to my place. I can make you some dinner and we can talk.” I packed my messenger bag with my sheet music and tucked my now-empty thermos under my arm. We headed out into the sharp winter winds and I instinctively moved closer to him. He saw the movement and grabbed me and felt me tight to his side. His apartment was two short streets over and we bundled ourselves over the threshold. He took off his coat and made to remove mine, but I hugged it tighter to my side. He seemed to understand and bent down to untie my shoes. I saw his rippling back muscles working underneath his tight workout shirt and felt my cock gently stir. “Come on in and make yourself at home. I made chicken noodle soup yesterday and can reheat some of that for you if you would like.” He strode into the plain student apartment with me trailing in his wake. The place was clean and tastefully furnished. Tidy low bookcases up against a wall with a television on top. He had a deep modern sofa against another wall and a club chair next to a side table and floor lamp. On the table were some books and a couple of coasters. The kitchen was around a bar/partition wall and seemed to be lacking in the usual college boy tacky decorations. Just neat jars of spices, some large containers containing flour and sugar, and an electric kettle. Blake bent down to fetch a large dutch oven out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. After he turned the stove on, he looked back. “You should sit down and try to warm up. There’s an electric blanket behind the sofa if you need some extra heat.” I snuggle up on the couch, still shivering uncontrollably. Blake is still bustling around the kitchen for awhile. He returns and sits down next to me, making sure I am all safely tucked in under the blanket. “Soup should just need about five more minutes and we can eat. I made some biscuits and they’ll be coming out of the oven about the same time.” He puts some of his weight on me. “I’m here for you now and you’re going to be fine.” Finally breaking from his mothering spell I groan, “I’m not fine right now, and I am worried that I am going to get you sick.” Blake’s expression remains blank for a moment, then I notice something in his eyes. . . It was a quick glint, then it disappeared. “You don’t need to worry about me, I promise. We’ll talk after you eat.” He quickly got off the couch and grabbed my food, putting it on a TV tray and setting it next to the couch. He went back to the kitchen and got his own food and returned next to me. He was a reassuring presence for me when I was still feeling so crappy. We ate in silence for about half an hour. Everything was delicious and when I made to compliment him he waved me off. “My dad insisted that I learn how to cook. He said it would serve me well, and he wasn’t lying.” Blake cleared away the dishes and came back to the sofa. “Lay down, Paul.” I scooted farther down the couch and lay on my side. In a motion a gymnast would be proud of, Blake leapt over me and cuddled up against my back. We spooned for a few minutes before a noise like a purr began to come from him. I turned my head and saw that his eyes were closed and he was deeply breathing. “Blake, are you okay?” He opened his eyes. “Yes, I am fantastic. Honestly, I’m great and worried. I fell for you when I saw you for the first time in August and the last week has been a lot to think about. . . And we need to talk.” Fuck. He’s going to say that he cares about me as a friend or he has a girlfriend or he’s transferring schools. . . “Paul, you fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but now it is trying to kill you.” I looked at him, puzzled. He stared back at me in earnest. “I told you that I wanted to be a part of you, and in a very real sense I am. You were the first person that I made love to since my conversion.” I still had no idea what he was talking about. He changed religions? What was this about a conversion? And why did he have this predatory look in his eye? Blake could tell that I was confused and he chuckled a little. “You really are as pure and innocent as you look. Well, at least you used to be.” With one solid motion he brought us to a sitting position. The electric blanket slid onto the floor and he picked me up and stood. “Come on, there is something I need to show you.” Cradling me like a bride walking into a new house in the arms of her husband, Blake carried me down the hall and into the rest of my life. As he pushed open the door to his bedroom my eyes widened and I shivered. Red light shone from covered lamps, illuminating rows of shelves containing bizarre statues. Cans of cloudy liquid were dotted around the room, where various rubber and leather straps and tools hung from hooks or the ceiling. A collection of gas masks were on top of a large, intimidating-looking machine in one corner. The center of the room was taken up by a huge contraption of leather straps and shiny chrome loops. “What is this place?” Blake, eyes shining bright from the red light of the room responded, “this is our home.” Before I could say any more, he kissed me deeply and I felt us moving. He deposited me in the leather sling in the middle of the room and made quick work strapping my arms and legs in. He kept his tongue probing my mouth as he worked, only breaking our kiss to remove his shirt and drop his pants. This was the first time that I really got to see Blake from all angles. Mirrors on the walls and ceiling let me see how perfectly formed his ass was and how his back rippled like a Renaissance sculpture. This was the first good look I had gotten of his cock, and I couldn’t believe it had been inside me. Easily ten inches long and thick as a Red Bull can, the hooded head slowly unfurled as it grew with every beat of his heart. Little droplets of precum were flowing from the tip they fell gently to the floor, leaving whispy trails of fluid hanging from the slowly pulsing head. Blake dropped down on his knees and I felt his tongue go for my hole. “When I first decided to knock you up, it wasn’t a hard decision. I’ve never seen anyone look so prim and old-fashioned as you. It made me fall in love with you.” His tongue probed my hole after each phrase. “You look like how I feel inside. Proper and respectful, good at knowing what I want.” He removed his face from my crack and kissed me deeply. I could taste the musky, salty essence of my own body. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down in the sling. “You got given the gift that only I can give you. You have a part of me flowing inside.” My lust and panic feelings kept competing for each other as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He spit on his dick and drooled a bit of spit onto the outside of my hole and began to rub it into my opening. I moaned deeply. My body was giving up on different feelings, it was sensory overload. Blake released a growl and bent over where his mouth was right next to my ear. I felt the head of his cock teasing my hole. As he started to push in he whispered in my ear, “the sickness you’re feeling right now. . . How awful you feel. . . I felt like that a year ago after my first experience at a bathhouse. I didn’t know what was happening to me, either. It was my first semester at college and I needed an outlet for how I felt.” Blake started to slowly pump in and out of my ass. “I got a room and was fucked. For six hours my hole was constantly invaded by a parade of men. They felt my muscles, called me a slut, and bred me.” The pumping got deeper and faster. Blake began to pant, “I never felt so fulfilled as when I was with those men, doing what real men do. I vowed that I would give that experience to another boy someday. The boy that I loved.” His strokes were now full-body. As much using the harness to impale me on his massive cock as he was meeting me with his hips. I was robbed of all senses but pleasure. His jackhammering of my hole increased in intensity up another notch. “You are converting over to me,” Blake panted. “My HIV is going to forever be a part of you. There will be no escaping me now, no matter what happens to us.” I gasped in fear and utter ecstasy. Before my brain could really process what I had just been told, I felt Blake’s cock swell and start to pulse. With a cry, my own cock started to spray my face and chest with cum. “Take my charged load, Paul. I love you” Blake collapsed onto my chest. As the post-orgasm glow started to fade, the fever and aches rushed back to my body. I groaned out, “Blake.” He looked up into my face, my sticky cum slipping down his face. I reached for his cheek and rubbed my essence into his cheek. The powerful animal who had just forcibly taken my hole as his own was a huge mass of muscle, sweat, and sex. His cock slowly deflated before slipping out of my ass. Blake, now back to his usual shy self tenderly caressed my hair. “You have no idea what this means that I get to share my gift with you.” My thoughts were racing. This was undeniably hot, but what was I doing? How could I allow someone else to do this to me? “Is this sickness because I am converting?” Blake kept eye contact with me. “I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure, but you look just like I did when I converted. How do you feel about the information?” “I can’t lie to you, I don’t really know what to think.” I saw Blake’s face fall, “this just wasn’t a part of my life plan before. I know it isn’t the death sentence it once was, but I’m conflicted.” I saw the walls going up in his emotions and could tell he was feeling bad. I had to try to save whatever there was between us. “Before you feel bad, I want you to know that while I process everything, I need you to know something: I have never felt so happy to have a person in my life as I feel about you. I will do what I can to keep you.” Blake’s eyes resumed their twinkle and he gently nibbled on my collarbone. “Thank you. I was hoping you would feel that way.” We stayed in that position for another ten minutes before I started uncontrollably shivering. “I know that I promised you that we would talk, but right now we need to get you to bed. Let me get you tucked in. You’ll stay here with me until you are feeling better.” Picking me back up, we left his play room and he took me into a simple bedroom. He set me into bed before grabbing me an extra blanket. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was feeling his naked body slide into the bed next to me and pull me to his chest. Whatever happens next in my life, I cannot deny that it will be a different adventure than I once thought it would be.

Thank you all for reading the introduction so far. Your encouragement is greatly appreciated, and I hope this is a story that you follow! This next chapter features some more exposition before getting into the sex, but I hope you find it worthwhile. I'm planning on posting once or twice a week for a few months to tell this story – your reactions, ideas, notes, and critiques are welcome! Chapter One: My First Date The concert couldn’t come fast enough. I practically lived in the recital hall between rehearsals with the orchestra and personal practice I was doing, I felt I could do little but eat, sleep, and breathe music. I won’t bore you with a long description of a long concert, but at the end I felt flushed with pride in our performance and emotionally and physically exhausted. We stood to take our bow and received rapturous applause. I thought I could just make out Blake’s face in the back of the balcony, but the glare of the stage lights made me unsure. After climbing down from the organ loft and running through the dressing room to grab my coat and bags, I walked out to the lobby where I saw Blake’s back through the crowd. I swear the man was wearing a Tom Ford suit, it looked so perfectly crafted for him. He was scanning the crowd looking for me, and when he turned I saw his eyes light up, then I saw the flowers he was holding in his hand. I felt myself trotting over to him and blushing as he presented me the bouquet of roses and lilies. “I got these for you,” he said, putting his arm around my back. I blushed deeply and blurted out, “you know, lilies represent death.” What the actual fuck. I am such an unfortunate nerd. I felt Blake’s back stiffen next to me. I hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, I love the flowers. I’m just not very coherent after a concert.” He still looked like he felt some shame, so I leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “honestly, I’m making a total ass of myself. I only have two talents: music and being able to say the exact wrong thing in any situation.” I could feel his cheeks move into a grin as I took a long, soft inhale through my nose. God this boy is perfect. “You must be hungry,” he said grabbing my wrist like he did the night we met. “We should find some food.” I knew that a lot of the orchestra members were going to a catered dinner that night at a nearby ballroom, but I wanted something more intimate. “How do you feel about breakfast for supper?” “Sounds good to me,” Blake said, “lead on.” I pulled him through the crowd and down to my car. “Hop in. We can pick up your car later tonight.” He got into my beat up Camry and buckled his seat belt. We drove out to an old greasy spoon diner a couple of miles from the concert hall. It was awkward between us — he clearly didn’t want to mess anything up. Walking into the diner, there was just one man nursing his cup of coffee in the corner with a waitress and cook behind the bar. Soft country music played from a juke box in the corner and the place smelled of bacon, waffles, and grease; the smells only pleasant in a diner. We grabbed a booth and ordered. I couldn’t even tell you what I ate that night, all I know is that my exhaustion melted away. Blake’s eyes sparkled at me the whole time, we made easy conversation and smiled at each other — I couldn’t help it. We had finished our meal a half hour previously and I didn’t even realize that we had begun to rub our feet and ankles together under the table. At one point I bolted upright and exclaimed, “sorry, I have to run to the bathroom really quickly, I will be right back.” (Drinking four glasses of water will do that to a man.) When I came back to the table, Blake was gathering my coat and scarf. “I’ve taken care of the check, shall we head out?” What a fucking gentleman. I’ll admit, I was totally smitten. The car ride back to the recital hall was almost silent. Energy crackled between us, keeping the hair on the back of my neck sticking straight up. We got to his car when he turned to me and asked, “do you have a key to get into the hall after hours?” I fished around in my wallet and pulled out a pass card. “Sure, did you leave something behind?” “No, I’d just love for you to show me the organ.” “Well, if you wanted to see my organ all you needed to do was ask,” I laughed. He blushed that time and I popped open the car door. “Come on! I’d be happy to show you!” We scampered inside the hall and I brought him through the dressing room hallway into the auditorium. The organ loft has a great view of the stage below and the audience seats. I was just turning the organ on when I felt him right behind me, bumping into my butt. Turning around, his entire body was so close I could have licked his shirt. I stared him straight in the eye and leaned in. Kissing Blake was like nothing else I had ever experienced. It was like hot and cold at the same time, like the air was gone from the room and the only thing that would save me was the connection of our tongues in each other’s mouths. I felt his hand come up and rub my head through my hair. I could barely stand, my entire body committing to being a part of him. We broke apart to breathe for a moment. The gentle twinkle was gone from his eyes and all I saw was an intense hunger. “Look at me,” Blake said in a commanding whisper. As I was staring into his eyes, I felt his hand cup the front of my pants and run between my legs. I moaned gently and bit my lip. This just made him move against me more. I could feel the definition of his abs and pecs through our suits. I reached up a hand and grabbed for a button. Miracle of miracles, he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. I made quick work ripping his shirt open and feeling his abs. The way they moved under his skin as he breathed, still rubbing my crotch and taint through my clothes. A thin film of sweat was lubricating my hand as I explored his chest. I broke eye contact to give his neck a little lick, up to his jaw bone. Now was his turn to moan, and I could feel the vibrations travel through my tongue. How had I gone from never kissing a boy to having this hot foreplay? He removed his hand from my crotch and grabbed my face. Looking straight into my eyes he asked, “do you want this?” I moaned an affirmative response. “If you want this, you need to know that it will change your life forever. Are you sure?” In my defense, I was a total newbie at this whole physical experience thing, but I couldn’t think of any reason to say no. Least of all did I want him to know this would be my first fuck. “Just take me.” And take me he did. In what seemed like one motion he whipped off my jacket, opened my shirt, and undid my belt. He began to kiss me deeply as he opened the fly to my pants, reaching into the damp warmth of my crotch to pull at my Calvin Klein briefs. My brain was fogged with lust and I just moaned into his throat. Blake wasn’t long on ceremony, though, as he was soon inhaling deeply from my underwear and giving me playful nibbles along the waist band. I kept running my fingers through his hair until he suddenly yanked my underwear down. My cock smacked my abs and instantly started drooling precum. I’m not particularly gifted in the cock department, but I have a respectable 7” dick with a slight upward curve at the end. My foreskin is intact but largely peeled back in my excitement. I keep my pubes trimmed and out of the way and don’t have any other body hair to speak of. I’m definitely the archetype twink. Blake growled and attacked my dick with his mouth. My eyes rolled and my head lolled back as I could barely contain the sensations I was feeling. I was leaned back against the side of the organ case, with a gorgeous man diligently sucking my dick, while I could barely breathe. Blake suddenly stopped and looked up. He looked like an animal — hair and eyes wild with lust, his shirt half off his back, and an obscenely large bulge occupying the front of his suit pants. “Turn around.” The command came as a bit of a surprise, and I turned my back to him. He slowly spread my cheeks and massaged my ass. I could hear him mumbling something behind me, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. I suddenly gasped as his tongue started at my taint and swiped over my hole. “Oh my god that felt fucking good!” Blake seemed to purr with delight. He continued to push into my ass with his tongue. Every moment of this night was better than the last. Just a few hours ago I was standing right here taking a bow after a performance. “Are you ready?” Blake’s question woke me out of my bliss. “Take me over, Blake.” I half moaned, half cried. Before I could take a breath, his cock head pierced my hole for the first time. My body immediately reacted to the foreign intrusion. I convulsed as my hole tried to close around the cock head probing my hole. Blake roughly grabbed my shoulder for leverage and with a growl rammed in again. I felt tears start rolling down my face as my body began to give in to the assault. I was in so much pain and was so happy. Blake kept hammering into my hole and I felt the tip of his cock getting deeper and deeper. How big was he? I still hadn’t felt his pubes brush my (until now) virgin ass. Blake began to pull out with longer strokes and shove his cock in until he broke through a second spot of resistance and slid home. I was gurgling incoherently as his dick filled me with so many feelings. I felt full, like I had to pee, like I was being split in two, like my body didn’t know what to do with itself — and I loved it! The pain slowly ebbed and the glories of a dick pushing past the prostate in long, deep strokes took over. I was sweating, panting, totally consumed by the feelings Blake was giving me. He kept muttering to himself and dicking me down. My body convulsed and I looked down to see that I had sprayed the side of the organ with my own cum. Fuck! I didn’t even touch my dick! The convulsion seemed to stir the beast pounding my hole because he started to seriously hammer my hole. I cried out in surprise and his hand left my shoulder and closed around my throat. I could feel Blake shift his weight behind me and lean up to my ear, “Paul, you fucking gorgeous man. You will live with this night for the rest of your life. You gave yourself to me, and now I am going to give myself to you. You WILL be mine.” I was struggling to breathe and began to slip out of consciousness. The last things I heard before the darkness of unconsciousness gripped me was Blake moaning, “take my seed, I am a part of you forever,” as somewhere deep inside my core I could feel a dick pulsing inside me. When I finally came to, I was sprawled out in the organ loft of the performance hall, my clothes wrinkled and discarded in every direction, my underwear around my ankles still in my shoes. I thought to myself, “well, I guess you found out that you are the kind of guy who gets fucked on the first date.” I chuckled as I tried to sit up. My ass was on fire. I reached down and felt around my hole. I massaged my hole trying to cool it down. When I brought my hand back up to my face, I saw that it was covered in dark pink juices. Feeling uncontrollably horny, I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted the sweet mixture of Blake and myself mixed together. The true essence of a man. His musk, his spunk, his most intimate gift. I was flying. My first date, my first kiss, and my first fuck all in one night, after the triumph of an amazing concert. The concert. Fuck! I quickly collected my clothes and tried to brush out the wrinkles. Dashing to the bathroom, I picked up some paper towels and went back to wipe the cum off the organ. Jesus, there was so much cum. Trying not to look like I just woke up after passing out during a fuck, I collected what little dignity I had left and walked back to my car. It was only when I was hanging my clothes up to take to the dry cleaners (who knew how difficult it was to get ass juice out of a wool suit) when I noticed a neatly folded piece of paper in my inside jacket pocket. I pulled it out and unfolded the note Blake must have slipped in my jacket as he left. The note was beautifully written in an old-fashioned cursive: ‘Paul, thank you for an amazing night. I hope you weren’t scared or permanently hurt. I have never felt so sure that something was right as when I was inside of you. If you could, please call me so we can talk this week. Hope to see you soon. - Blake’ I fell into bed, still reeking of sex, still feeling like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. A beautiful man wanted me. A beautiful man took me. And now, this beautiful man wants to see me again. I’d wash the sheets and take a long shower tomorrow, but for tonight I fell asleep gently massaging my tender ass and moaning his name. “Blake, I’m cumming for you.”

The following story is a work of fiction – any resemblance to people or places is entirely coincidental. This is my first story on breeding.zone and I appreciate feedback, encouragement, and whatever else you would like to say/send my way. All characters in this story are over 18 yeaers of age. Apart from being a pozzing story, I wanted to let the characters explore and learn about themselves as well. As the story progresses some topics like fisting, body mods, etc. will come into play. Hopefully this will be a story for everyone to enjoy! This introduction just sets out the basis for the story. . . The action heats up in Chapter 1. INTRODUCTION My name is Paul, and I wanted to write down my experiences of the most life-changing event a boy can go through and set the record straight — I know the history of my exploits have been exaggerated, but I wanted to come clean while everything was still fresh in my mind. Whatever happens to me, I want to leave my mark and say that I was a part of doing something big, whether others like it or not. This story starts when I first went away for college. I went to study organ at a prestigious Midwestern university, and having won a special scholarship for performance, I was given my own suite in a res hall. The first few couple of months I really threw myself into school, practicing, and trying to figure out a system that would work for me as a student. Every day was a repeat of the last, waking up with a quick orange and brewing a coffee before heading to the hall to practice on the organ for two hours before my first class. I had just enough time between classes to run back to my room to make a sandwich before I was back in class until I had ensemble rehearsals and lessons, then a couple of hours in the library before heading back to the room to shower and crash. All of this led to some shockingly rapid progress in my playing, which made me excited to continue school. The only downside was that I had no life. And I mean NO LIFE. As a boy I dreamed about leaving home so I could come out and come into my own. It was already after Thanksgiving and I hadn’t met anyone outside the music department or the few chance encounters with people on my floor. I decided that I needed to change that. Not having any other plans, I sent a text to Chris. *Chris, I need to do something tonight.* He responded quickly, *What’s up? Wanna come hang out?* Chris was never one to beat around the bush. Your average frat boy who loved to run as much as he loved beer, he was jovial and always good for a laugh. *Yes, I will be there in five.* I hurried to pull myself together. I’m average height and slight build. . . About 5’8” and have the body of a soccer player but with slimmer legs. I ran a brush through my light brown hair and adjusted my glasses. My eyes were my best feature, and I wanted their oceans of blue to shine tonight. I pulled a sweater on over my shirt and grabbed a cute pair of shoes to complete the preppy look. I don’t know why I want to look like I stepped out of a Burberry ad, but there are worse things, right? Walking down the hallway, I could already hear the music and loud conversation coming from Chris’s room. I opened the door to let myself in and was hit with a wave of smell. . . It was strangely compelling. Both body odor and too much cheap spray cologne. I sighed, this already feels like more of a college experience than I got the previous three months. Chris saw me and waved me inside, “guys, this is Paul McDonnell. He’s on the floor but he is a bit shy. Just make sure you all welcome him!” Immediately I saw six other heads swivel in my direction. The group was a cadre of people from all over campus, but I immediately noticed Blake. Blake Jeffries was known all over campus. Not only was he the star of the diving team, he had a commanding presence. Not particularly tall at just about 6’, his erect posture and penetrating gaze left a mark on anyone who passed him. I had seen him at the library late a few times, diligently typing on his computer or paging through a book. Any boy who can type and still keep his back textbook straight deserves some kind of a medal. Blake’s eyes locked into mine and it was over. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I stumbled forward and sat down on the floor next to him. The rest of the people in the room were murmuring welcomes, but I felt compelled to occupy space next to Blake. For his part, he smiled gently at me and said hello in a quiet voice. I felt myself shiver. Why was I behaving like this? I needed to snap out of it. “So, you came in just as we were going to start playing some blackjack.” Chris said. “You in?” I looked around the group of people all staring at me and I mumbled, “sure. . . What are the stakes?” The guy sitting between me and Chris thumped me on the back in a bro-way, “stakes are favors — like the loser has to write the winner’s essay or do his laundry or whatever. Nothing too exciting, but should be fun!” I settled in, was given my chips and we all started to play. For anyone who hasn’t had the chance to try something that already they’re not great at while sitting next to the most gorgeous person they had ever seen, let me tell you. It SUCKS! Every move I made was wrong. I only lasted about twenty hands before I was the first one out. The guys all went wild saying things like, “At least we have someone smart if we win. . . I need him to do some homework for me. . . He looks so clean, I could use him to wash my uniform after the soccer match on Saturday. . .” I took the ribbing in stride, I was just happy to be there. I stood up to stretch and looked around the room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time but Brad. He looked like he was concentrating and still sitting ramrod straight. I popped back down and looked right at him. In a low voice I asked, “Is everything okay?” He turned his head and blinked just a foot away from my face. He gave me a tiny smirk and leaned next to my head to whisper, “I’m fine, I am just counting cards so I can be sure to win.” As he pulled head back into his own personal space, there was definitely a devilish twinkle in his eye. For the second time that night, I felt an involuntary shiver travel from my toes to my head. This boy was serious. But why? It took another hour before Blake was the only one standing with chips. We all stood up and started to gather ourselves to say goodnight, the time was almost 1:00 am. Chris piped up, “ Blake, what are you going to have Paul do for you for being the big winner?” Blake looked up from straightening the sorting the cards back into their boxes, “I’m going to get his number and text him. It is none of your business!” That got a few funny looks and playful ribs from the other people there. I was ecstatic. I walked over to him and demanded his phone. I punched in my number then thrust my face next to his, “say cheese!” I snapped a selfie with the two of us and added it to my contact in his phone. Setting the phone down on the table, I was turning away when Blake grabbed my wrist. “Walk me outside a minute.” He finished putting the cards away and stood up, loudly thanking Chris for hosting the get-together and turning toward the door. He still lightly held my wrist and I quickly followed him into the hall. Ah! Fresh air! Only when we were in the elevator heading down the seven stories to the street level did I notice how nice Blake smelled. He was holding me close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off of him, carrying a pleasant musk that comes from someone who eats well and holds themselves in shape. We rode in silence, but I was feeling more and more comfortable being next to him. At least I hadn’t shivered in the last few minutes. We walked through the lobby and outside. We were walking along a dark pathway toward one of the parking lots when Blake stopped and turned toward me. “You know, Paul, I don’t think I have really seen you around campus much before.” “Well, yeah, I have been keeping busy with school work and practicing for a few concerts coming up – besides, Christmas is always crazy time for anyone who can play the organ.” He lit up a bit, “you’re a musician? When is your next concert?” Odd that a jock like him would ask, but I guess he was just being nice. “I have a concert next week Tuesday. We’re playing the Mahler Symphony No. 2 and I am playing some short Reger organ pieces when people are walking in before.” His grey eyes lit up in the darkness, “I love listening to Reger, and my mom sang in the symphony chorus back home before she died and loved the Mahler, too. Can I come?” This would be a first. Meeting a boy who earnestly wanted to come to one of my concerts. Not to mention the jock to end all jocks. And he knows Reger and Mahler? Who was this? “Sure,” I managed to stammer out. “I get some comp tickets, so I can have one with your name on it at the box office.” “Great,” he replied, “I’m looking forward to seeing the performance. Do you have plans for after?” “Well, I don’t like to eat very much before I perform, so I will probably go and grab a bite to eat before heading home and collapsing. The music department is giving us Wednesday off to recover before we have to go back into classes.” “Don’t plan anything and find me in the lobby after the show.” He gave my hand a squeeze and was off in a flash. Before I could react he had disappeared around a corner and was gone. I stood in the early December chill in disbelief. I think I am falling in love. Chapter 1 will be out shortly! Thanks for reading so far!