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I'm trying to write a part 3, but I don't know where to start. I have ideas. I'll try to get it out to you asap.

It's a major turn-on. I love it when the unmarried guy takes the ring off the married man's finger and puts it on his own ring finger, telling the married man that, for now, they are together. It's hot. Plus, the thought of a wife holding her husband's hand, not knowing that his ring is covered in someone else's cum is hot.

Part 27: Ryan Loses His Virginity (Chapter 3 of the Demise of Lewis) (Ryan Kline's Perspective Part 2) I’m not sure if it was the shock of the statement or the fact that I was tired, but it took me a considerable amount of time to grasp what he had just said. I sat up and turned on the light, finding him already staring at me. “Really?” He nodded. “You and Becca—” “No,” he said, his voice shaking a bit. I tried to think through all the girls still in high school, matching them up with Lewis, deciding who had been the lucky one to ride him first. “Do I know her?” He shook his head. “You didn’t get her pregnant, did you?” I asked, realizing why he looked so grave. Again, he shook his head. “Lewis,” I urged, my excitement over the revelation increasing my volume. “Just tell me who it was.” “I can’t.” “Lewis, come on.” “I really can’t tell you.” “Just tell me who it was,” I demanded. Lewis stared at me, his face growing pale. “Mr. Flanagan.” It felt as if my brain had glitched. I tried putting the pieces together: Lewis breaking up with Becca, Lewis losing his virginity, Lewis telling me that he lost it to Mr. Flanagan. Every time I tried to say something, my voice would catch. “Ryan,” he said, waving his hand, trying to gain a reaction. “Did you hear me?” I nodded, still unable to say anything. Lewis shifted in the bed before jumping out of it. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have said anything. Friend or not, I shouldn’t have told you.” “Wait, Lewis,” I said, finally finding myself. “Don’t go.” “I’ve already been feeling guilty about it all,” he said, “not being able to tell anyone what happened. I didn’t want to say anything, but it just came out.” He started to get dressed, looking for his belongings. “Lewis, would you just stop?” “I’ve got to go,” he said. I jumped out of bed and cornered him, his face looking directly into mine. I’d never been this close to him or any other man. I could smell his cologne along with a musk that was all his own. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before I leaned forward and kissed him, pressing his body against the wall. He tasted amazing, his soft lips opening to me, our tongues meeting. My crotch was pushed against his, both of our dicks starting to get hard the longer we kissed. Our bare chests were pressed together, our heartbeats aligned. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him from the wall, throwing him down on my bed. Lewis stared up at me with wide eyes. “Are you…” “Gay?” I finished. “Yeah.” I pulled off my shorts. Though Lewis had just told me that he had lost his virginity to an older man, there was no guarantee that what I was doing would work. It was a risk, but it was one I needed to take. Lewis smiled and started to undress himself, tossing his shorts on the floor too, leaving only his boxers. I knelt next to the bed, lifting his legs so they were resting on my shoulders. Slowly, I kissed his leg, moving up toward his groin, feeling his leg hair against my lips. “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, head tilting back. I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his hard cock which was starting to drip. He had a thick cock, and my mouth was drooling for it. I opened as wide as I could and swallowed him down, grabbing hold of his hips so he wouldn’t try to move away. “Fucking shit,” he cried, his hands grabbing my head and forcing more of his dick inside my throat, fingers tangling in my hair. I started to gag, Lewis easing up on me. I stared up at him, both of us smiling. “Good?” I asked. “Incredible,” he told me. “So,” I said, grabbing his dick and starting to pump, “Mr. Flanagan?” Lewis smiled, nodding. “He’s a hot fucking man,” I said. “You have no idea.” “Did Mr. Flanagan fuck you or did you fuck him?” “He fucked me,” Lewis said. “Amazing,” I said, imagining the scene. “You prefer to bottom?” Lewis shrugged. “Don’t know.” I smiled. “Let me decide for you.” I grabbed his legs and lifted them up, revealing his tight hole covered in hair. It was beautiful. I leaned in and kissed it, Lewis shaking from the feeling. I then licked over his hole, doing everything I’d ever seen in porn. “Have you done this before?” Lewis asked. “Never,” I told him. “But, I watch more porn than I read the Bible. I think I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Then go for it,” Lewis said, his hands grabbing his legs and pulling them back, opening himself even more. “Hold on,” I said, running over to Al’s desk. I knew he hid condoms and lube in one of the drawers, and I was praying he hadn’t taken everything with him to the cabin. I found the bottle of lube and brought it back to Lewis, squirting some on his hole. “Fuck, it’s cold,” he said. I massaged it over his hole, covering my fingers, and then slid them inside. Lewis’s body tightened, moving away slightly from my intrusion. I was eager, but I knew I needed to pace myself so I didn’t scare him away. I took my time opening him up, knowing it was a must unless I wanted to cause us both pain. “Feels great,” Lewis said, looking down at me. I slipped my fingers out and pulled my briefs off, revealing my hard dick. I wasn’t as thick as Lewis, but I was longer, something I prided myself in. I lined up my cock to his slicked hole and pressed it against the opening. I looked at him, noticing his smile. Fuck, I thought, looking down at my dick touching his ass. This was it. I pressed against his hole and my dick slipped inside. “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, hands grabbing the sheets and pulling them. “Are you alright?” I asked. Lewis nodded, his face a bit red. I pushed in more, stopping every inch to make sure I wasn’t killing him. After a few inches, it became easier. Before I knew it, my pubic hair was pressed against his ass. “I’m in,” I said, relishing the warmth and tightness of his ass. It felt incredible, far better than anything anyone had alluded to. I waited a while, letting Lewis adjust. “Fuck me,” Lewis said looking deep into my eyes. “Fuck me hard.” “You’ve got it,” I said, pulling out slow, watching as the hair around his hole clung to my shaft. Fuck, it’s beautiful, I thought. I pushed back in, my excitement getting the better of me. Lewis groaned, his hands reaching down and grabbing hold of my legs. “Slower,” he said. “Sorry,” I told him. It took a few tries before I found a rhythm. “How’s that?” “So good,” he said, smiling. “Look at that,” he said. “You aren’t a virgin anymore.” “I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather give it to,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed him. “Does anyone know?” he asked me. I shook my head. “How about you?” “Mr. Flanagan,” he said. The idea kicked me into a different gear, the thought of Mr. Flanagan fucking the same hole my dick was in sending me into a higher state of pleasure. “How was it?” “Incredible,” Lewis said. “What does he look like?” I asked. “Hairy,” Lewis said, running his hand along my chest where little grew. “A good dick. A ton of cum.” “Really?” “Some condition he has,” Lewis said, his hands grabbing my nipples and pinching them, forcing a moan out of me. “He cums like crazy.” “Sounds hot,” I said, imagining Mr. Flanagan’s dick acting as a geyser. I licked my lips. “He covered my chest,” Lewis said. “He came on your chest?” I asked. Lewis nodded. I continued to fuck him, thinking about what he just told me. Was Lewis expecting me to pull out and cum on his chest? I wanted to shoot inside him, doing exactly what all the men in porn did. I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to inject my virgin cum deep inside Lewis. “Keep going,” Lewis said, his hand now jerking his own cock. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it,” I said. “Cover your chest in cum.” “Fuck,” me moaned, eyes closing tight, face twisting from the waves of pleasure filling his body. His back lifted off the bed as ropes of cum shot out, hitting his face, chin, chest, and then stomach. Feeling his hole tighten around my cock sent me into overdrive. I grabbed his hips and started pounding, my breathing quick as my orgasm mounted. “I’m gonna cum, too.” “Do it,” Lewis said. “Give me that cum!” As the moment of no return mounted, I reached out and scooped Lewis’s cum into my hand and licked it up, tasting, for the first time, the cum of another man. “FUCK!” I slammed into his ass and held him close, shooting into his guts my hot cum, filling him as my body became weak. I fell forward, my naked chest and stomach, meeting his, his cum gluing us together. Never had an orgasm felt so good. I looked down at Lewis who was looking up at me, a smile on his face. I leaned down and kissed him. “That was incredible” I told him. “Was it… good for you, too?” He nodded, laughing a bit. “It was incredible,” he said. “I can’t wait to do it again.” “You’ll have to give me some time,” I told him. I pulled out, hearing a suction pop as my dick was freed. I took a step back and reached for a tissue, cleaning off my dick. Lewis eyed it, his smiled falling a bit. “Where’s the condom?” “What?” I asked. “The condom,” he repeated. “Where is it?” “I didn’t use one,” I told him. “Why?” “Mr. Flanagan used one,” he told me. “But he didn’t cum in you,” I said. “Your hole is a bareback virgin, and I’m a virgin. We’re fine. Trust me.” Lewis moved his hand down to his hole and felt around, some of my cum leaking out. He collected some and lifted it to his nose, smelling it. He looked me in the eye as he stuck his tongue out and tasted it. “Fuck,” I said. Who the fuck knew what would happen next. After finding out that Lewis and Mr. Flanagan were gay, who knew who else was. At that point, the idea of Pastor Ryder being gay became a bit more plausible, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Instead, I watched Lewis play with his hole, smearing my cum around. I’d never been more happy. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorry, but I had to split it in two. It was 10 pages long.

(I'm splitting the chapter in two, but I'm posting them both at the same time.) Part 27: Ryan's Secret (Chapter 2 of the Demise of Lewis) (Ryan Kline's Perspective Part 1) I closed my laptop as quickly as I could, almost slamming it down on my hard cock. I slid it under my pillow and pulled my covers over my body, hiding my erection. I wiped my hand across the pool of pre-cum which had collected on my abs and licked it clean. I was just slipping into a normal sleeping position when my bedroom door opened and my dad walked in. “Hey, Ryan,” he said. “Still up?” “Uh, yeah,” I said, pretending to rub my eyes, clearing away whatever fake sleep I had been trying to get. There was still some pre-cum between my fingers. “Nervous about tomorrow?” he asked. “A little,” I said. He walked into my room and sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at me. “It’s a new chapter for you,” he told me, “but it’s one you’re going to love. College is a great time of growth.” “Sure is,” I said, feeling my “great growth” shrinking under the covers with each passing moment. “Just remember,” he said. “God has great plans for you.” I smiled. “Thanks, Dad.” “Honey,” a call came from downstairs. “It’s Will on the phone for you. He has a question about his next sermon.” “A pastor’s work is never done,” my dad said. He looked me over with a smile and then left my room, closing the door behind him. “Finally,” I said, pulling out my laptop and opening it back to the page I’d been jerking off to for almost an hour. I liked taking my time, building up my orgasms so when I came, it would be explosive. It was a good thing my parents knew nothing about technology and couldn’t block porn or even trace what sites I’d been on. They’d lose their minds if they did. I pressed play and watched as a man with a huge, pierced cock skull-fucked a guy who looked to be around my age, spit pouring out of his mouth, his face red while his neck bulged out. I gripped hard on my dick and started stroking, closing my eyes and listening to the moans of the top and the gagging of the bottom, my earbuds making me feel as if I was with them. As I heard the top getting closer, his breathing ragged while he held the bottom’s head straight, cutting off his oxygen, I felt a wave of warmth fill my body, my balls shooting up inside me. “Fuck,” I moaned, the scenario on the screen changing in my mind. I was now the bottom, naked on my knees, looking up into the eyes of Pastor Ryder as he unloaded his holy cum down my throat. It was a good thing my eyes were closed as my cum shot out, hitting my closed eyes, painting my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked up the cum I could reach, savoring the flavor, wishing it was Will Ryder’s. In your dreams, I thought. I shut down my computer and cleaned myself off with a dirty towel I kept handy. While I knew I’d never have anything happen like that with Pastor Ryder, there was still the possibility of someone at college taking his place. I was off to college the next day, and I was determined to lose my virginity ASAP ** “You’ll die a virgin,” Al said, standing over me at the campus gym, his shorts billowing out just enough for me to see his jock strap beneath. “No, I won’t,” I said, shaking my head while trying to make sure I didn’t get hard. Al was cool, but he didn’t know that I was secretly gay. For all he knew, I was a pastor’s kid, perfect in every way, incapable of stepping out of line. What he didn’t know is that I spent most nights ignoring homework so I could watch as much gay porn as possible. For the past five months I’d been all about bareback porn. I grew up hearing in health class how we needed to use condoms as protection, but something about the bareback porn pushed me in the other direction. Maybe I could blame it on my upbringing, living such a safe life so far, keeping myself within the confines of the perfect son. Now, all I wanted was to take a risk. When my time did come, it would be bareback. No alternatives. Al knew I was a virgin because I had been stupid and told him. He started cluing in when he failed to see me bring anyone back to our room or see me spend the night out in someone else’s. He still thought I was straight, and I didn’t feel like correcting him. No one needed to know what got me hard but me. Many nights I heard Al bringing back some young woman who he expertly fucked, leaving them moaning and crying out to God. It made me a little hard for Al, though I still had sessions where I imagined myself with Pastor Ryder. I’d always thought of myself as a bottom, but the more porn I watched, the more I realized that I was versatile. That let me imagine Pastor Ryder’s dick spewing his hot loads in my guts while I then pumped him full of mine. In one twisted dream, I imagined hiding under Pastor Ryder’s desk, sucking him off, while my dad, Pastor Kline, has a meeting with him, completely unaware that his only son has his mouth full of dick. My dick jumped at the thought, but Al didn’t seem to notice. I sat up on the bench, sweat pouring off me, my arms tired. I hated lifting weights. Still, I wanted to look good for whatever guy I ended up fucking or getting fucked by. There was little time left before my freshman year was over, and I didn’t want to go back home a virgin. We returned to our room when my phone started buzzing. “I’m getting a shower,” Al said, striping his clothes off until only his jock remained. I watched as he walked away and then answered. “Hello?” “Hey, Ryan.” “Lewis, what’s up?” I said, the depression of still being a virgin lifting for a brief moment. “How are you?” “Uh, good,” he said. I’d known Lewis for most of my life, and I knew his answer wasn’t honest. Something was wrong. “What’s going on back home?” I asked, slipping off my shirt and smelling my pits. I loved the smell of myself after a workout. “Nothing much,” he said, which I could tell was a lie. “Same old.” “Have you narrowed down where you want to go to college yet?” I asked. “You’re running out of time.” “Actually,” he said, “That’s why I called. I heard your school is having an open house next weekend, and I wanted to know if it would be cool if I roomed with you during it?” “Oh,” I said. Lewis was a hot guy, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t found myself attracted to him a bit, but he wasn’t the type of man I pictured myself with… long-term, at least. Plus, he was straight, leaving any possibility of us fucking impossible. “I’m fine with it. I do have a roommate, though.” “What about your roommate?” A voice asked from behind. I turned to find Al standing behind me, his towel around his hips. “A friend of mine from home wants to come up for the open house,” I told him. “He wanted to room here, but I told him I have a roommate.” “Wait,” Al said. “Next weekend? I won’t be here. I’m taking Celia up to my parents’ cabin for a few days of fucking. It’s fine by me.” “Alright,” I said, trying to watch as he pulled his towel off, exposing his tight ass and thick cock. “Well, Lewis, sounds like we’ll be rooming together next weekend.” “Sounds great,” Lewis said, his voice missing any true excitement. Something was up, and I was determined to find out what it was. ** “I can’t wait to get to college,” Lewis said as we walked back to my dorm. Since he arrived, I could see that Lewis had been wanting to tell me something, but every time I thought he was getting closer to spilling whatever it was, he closed up. I don’t understand why he’s acting like this, I thought. I mean, we’ve known each other for years. We know so much about each other… well, not the whole closeted gay thing. I mean, we’ve even jerked off together. That was a bad night. My dad walked in on us. I could have died. Still, it gave me a good look at Lewis’s cock which had my mouth watering. Like I said before, Lewis wasn’t exactly my type, but I’d have him in an instant if I could. “Is it as exciting as I imagine?” “I guess,” I told him. We were in my room, both exhausted from the school tour, weekend activities, and trying to get to the dining hall before it closed. I was ready to turn it in, but I still wanted to crack whatever it was that Lewis was keeping hidden. “Have any girlfriend?” he asked. “No,” I told him, trying to hide any hint that he was barking up the wrong tree. “How are you and Becca doing?” Lewis’s face fell. “Actually, we broke up.” “Oh, crap,” I said, realizing this must have been the thing he’d been hiding. “Lewis, I’m so sorry.” “It’s fine,” Lewis said. “I’m fine.” He sat down on my bed, his head hanging low. “So,” I started, joining him. “Do you want to talk about it?” Lewis shrugged. “Do you mind if I ask what happened?” “Well,” Lewis said, his attention still pulled away from me. “Becca wanted to have sex, and I told her no.” “Oh. Right.” This was an eternal struggle whenever you’ve committed to waiting until marriage. Sure, we get really familiar with our hands, but it isn’t the same… or so I’ve heard. There had been several teens in our youth group who had sex and ended up pregnant, though I knew of more who fucked and got away with it. A part of me believed I could have gotten away with it if I wanted, both my parents being oblivious, but there was more at risk for me. I wouldn’t just be having sex before marriage. I would be having sex with another man before marriage. The whole thing pissed me off, but I knew guys like Lewis lived by the rules. “She told the whole school about it,” Lewis told me. “But you did the right thing,” I said, the words bitter in my mouth. The image of Lewis on top of Becca, ramming her pussy full of his thick cock did get my dick to jump, watching his tight ass moving with each thrust. “I almost didn’t,” Lewis said. My face must have held some unique expression, prompting him to jump back in. “I talked to Mr. Flanagan,” he told me. “He helped.” Mr. Flanagan was one of those men I found myself fantasizing over many times. Not only did I see him at school, but I was then forced to see him at church. Once, on a church retreat, I had seen him walk into one of the showers, getting only a glimpse of his ass. I instantly got hard and had to duck away into a bathroom stall before anyone saw me, especially my dad who had been walking in at the same time. I had been having too many close calls. I jerked off in the stall, hearing the other men showering and talking, none of them knowing the pastor’s son was shooting his seed into the toilet while images of naked men filled his perverted mind. I almost cried out, my legs threatening to crumble beneath me. Still, Mr. Flanagan was one of those men I’d spread my cheeks for in an instant. I’d also like to fuck his ass so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. I had the feeling he’d be the type to destroy an ass or ride a dick until his was gaping out. “Yeah,” I said. “He’s a good guy.” Lewis nodded, continuing to stare at his shoes. “Is that all?” I asked him. “What?” “Lewis, come on. We’ve known each other for years. Do you really think I’m unable to tell if something is wrong with you? From the moment you called, I knew something was wrong.” “Oh, yeah,” he said. “I wish you would have called me,” I told him. “I could have talked you through all the Becca stuff.” “I know.” “I hope you’re feeling better, now,” I said. “Becca wasn’t worth it, and she’s definitely not the one you want to have your first time with. Right?” Lewis stared at me, his eyes a bit unfocussed. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Right.” The rest of the night still held an awkwardness, as if there was something else not being said. As we got ready for bed, Lewis sleeping in Al’s bed, I kept trying to guess whatever it was that he was still keeping a secret. I tried to distract myself with porn, but I was afraid Lewis would see. “You’re sure your roommate won’t mind?” Lewis asked, climbing into his bed. “Not at all,” I told him. “Trust me, he’s had plenty of other people sleeping in that bed other than him.” “Really?” Lewis said, looking at the bed as if it were covered in germs. Covered in dried cum, I thought. I turned off the lights, my brain still trying to sort out whatever it was that I was missing. I’ll be up all night thinking about this, I realized. After an hour of silence, Lewis’ voice broke through. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

I prefer kissing. It makes it even hotter, your bodies pressing into each other. If you've tasted his dick or he's tasted yours or someone's been eating ass, tasting their mouth shouldn't be horrific. It's passionate, even if it's a quick fuck.

To clarify, the next chapter isn't the end, but I do hope to wrap it up at some point. At this point, you've read about 260 pages of story.

Wish I was in LA

ready for more poz fun!

A Man-God indeed.

A new chapter this Sunday. It might be the longest one yet. I might split it in two. We'll be diving into a new perspective, giving us a clear launch into what will be the anticipated orgy. Question: how do you want this story to end? I have ideas, but I'm curious as to what you want. How can I get you to blow your biggest loads?

Very hot. I'm always up for more cheating stories, especially if one of the men is cheating on his wife who knows nothing of his perverted desires.

I love watching guys do it, but too much becomes too overwhelming for my taste.

If you like him, fuck him. For many, this is a fantasy.

Sometimes, seeing a bottom with a huge dick is hot. You know they could be out topping, obliterating holes, but they are instead taking dicks smaller than their own. Fucking a guy in missionary and watching his huge dick flop around untouched feels like a total act of domination. Having your profile picture show this could be the act of a man trying to show what he could be, telling other men that he wants to feel dominated. This is a guess. I'm vers, and my Pic is of a cum-stained shirt.

Part 26: Plans in Motion (Chapter 1 of the Demise of Lewis) “What a gorgeous ass,” Domonic said, squeezing Jay’s round cheeks. “A family trait.” He looked up to me and smiled. We were in Domonic’s tattoo shop late at night, the doors locked, leaving us undisturbed. Jay had been eager to get his own biohazard tattoo as soon as we were finished fucking. The smell of cum and sweat still clung to our skin. I was sure Jay’s face still smelled like my ass. “How about we celebrate your gift tomorrow night,” Domonic had said, shoving a plug into Jay’s hole after he had unloaded inside him. “Let’s mark you up.” “Fuck, yeah,” Jay had said. “But make sure it isn’t small. I want everyone to know what I am.” Jay was lying front-side down on one of the parlor tables, ass exposed, shirt pulled up, his lower back exposed and sporting a red biohazard tattoo outlined in black. Domonic sat admiring his work while I stood in front of Jay, my cock in his mouth. He’d already sucked one load out of me and was working on a second. Just before Domonic had started tattooing Jay’s ass, he dumped another load deep in Jay’s guts, a slow trickling of poz cum leaking out over the table. “I really do amazing work,” Domonic said. “The tattoo is good too.” “It looks amazing,” I said, admiring my brother’s new ink. “I think mine might be a bit better, though.” Domonic smiled. “Sounds biased, but I can agree.” A ringing started, Domonic reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. “Hello?” My hands reached down and held Jay’s head steady as I started to thrust my dick further into his throat, blowing my second load into his mouth. “Fuck,” I moaned, my hands caressing either side of his face, feeling his stubble. “You’ve found your calling.” “It’s easy when you’re the one sliding into my throat,” Jay said. “I’m happy to say that I know what my brother’s poz cum tastes like.” “What does it taste like?” I asked. “Candy,” he said, smiling. “Sort of.” “I wonder if all brothers have similar tasting cum,” I wondered. Inside I also wondered if it tasted the same between father and son. “Sounds good,” Domonic said, turning back to Jay and myself. “We’ll be there tomorrow night.” “What’s happening tomorrow night?” I asked, noticing Domonic’s eagerness. “That was Peter,” Domonic said, ending the call. “He says he spoke to Lewis and is planning on meeting him at his house tomorrow night. Peter’s wife is out of town for a few days, giving us the opportunity to convert his ass.” “If he wants it,” I added. “Oh, he’ll want it,” Jay said, licking my cock’s tip. “Who wouldn’t.” “I just don’t want to force this on him if it isn’t what he wants,” I said, admitting to the fear I had that our lust for his young man, this nearly pure being, would push us too far. “I couldn’t live with that.” I noticed Jay’s expression changed for a brief moment, moving back from me ever so slightly. “Peter said he called Pastor Kline, and he’s up and moving again,” Domonic said. “He says he is desperate to get fucked again.” “That means we’ll have an odd man out,” I said. “Pastor Kline bottoms. So will Lewis. Peter can do either, but he isn’t poz yet. I can do either, but you top. Why is it so complicated?” “What about me?” Jay asked. “I’ll bottom. You said Peter isn’t poz yet. Well, he can fuck my ass, and I’ll see if I can help him along.” “That leaves you and me to fuck Lewis and Pastor Kline,” Domonic said, a devious smile spreading across his face. “I’ve got to say, I’ve missed Pastor Kline’s ass, but I’m desperate to fuck an eighteen-year-old’s ass again. It’s been too long.” “So, how are we doing this?” I asked, knowing I was doing the majority of the thinking within the group. While everyone else let the heads of their dicks guide them, I was the lone member of the group still using the head on his shoulders. “Like we planned before,” Domonic said. “I’ll be with Peter at his house. Lewis will meet us there. You, Pastor Kline, and Jay will be hiding away until we snag his neg ass.” “Fuck,” Jay moaned, turning on his side to reveal the erection he was sporting. “I swear there isn’t anything hotter than this.” He started jerking himself off, precum dripping down onto the table. “You’ll be doing a lot of doggy style,” Domonic said, slapping Jay’s ass. “Your lower back will be hurting for a while.” “As long as my hole matches,” Jay said, winking. “I can promise that,” Domonic said. And with that, Jay spewed his seed onto the table and the floor. ## I found myself nervous all day leading up to us meeting at Peter’s house. I sat in my office, staring at mounting emails I kept ignoring from one fear to another. First, I had been sick thinking I had pozzed Jay. Now, all I could do was think about how horrible our plan could go in the end. Everyone could find out, I realized. Everyone I know could learn that not only am I gay, but I’m poz and sleeping with Domonic, two married men, my doctor, and my own brother. While the thought made me sick for a brief moment, I soon found myself hard at the thought. I pictured myself with Domonic, my life intertwining with his even more so. It was so clear to me, and it made perfect sense. My hand reached down to my cock, but I resisted. I needed to save some of my cum for Lewis. A knock on my office door pulled me from my growing erection which I hid beneath my desk. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and a smiling face met me. “There he is!” “Pastor Kline,” I exclaimed, jumping from my desk and running to him, pulling him into a hug. “It’s great to see you.” “You too,” he said, his hand moving down my back and finding its place on my ass. His nose pressed against my shirt collar and he sniffed deep. Fuck, he was a twisted man. “From the stiff bulge in your pants, I either interrupted something or you are far happier to see me than I had expected.” “I was just thinking about tonight,” I told him. “Still, I’m happy to see you.” I kissed him, our tongues rolling over each other. “How do you feel?” “Fantastic,” he said. “I felt like shit for a while there. I kept having to make up reasons why I couldn’t have my wife drive me to the ER. I don’t know how you bounced back so easily.” “It wasn’t easy,” I told him. “Then again, I did have Domonic taking care of me.” “Fuck, I can’t wait to have him inside me again,” Pastor Kline said. “Do you think you’ve got it in you for a quick fuck?” “I’ve got save up for tonight,” I reminded him. “How about a bathroom break?” Pastor Kline offered. I smiled. “That I can do.” Pastor Kline went down on his knees as I fished my cock out of my pants, resting it on his tongue as a stream of piss shout out, filling his mouth. I could tell that he was thrilled from the look on his face. No truer pig existed in the world. “I’ve missed your taste,” Pastor Kline told me. “So, tell me, what have I missed?” “We’ve been fucking Peter non-stop,” I told him. “Still not poz?” I gave him a look. “It took you a while, remember.” “That’s because I love fucking so much that I needed you to put even more work into me than anyone else.” “My brother Jay is here,” I added. “He’ll be joining us tonight.” “And he is…” “Poz,” I added. “From his boyfriend.” “So I could get spit-roasted by brothers?” he asked. “I like that idea.” “You like anything that involves fucking,” I reminded him. “I’m a man who knows what he wants,” Pastor Kline said. “And after over a week of not having someone fill my hole, I let you know what I want. I demand you fuck me right here.” “But…” I started, Pastor Kline silencing me. He grabbed my arm and led me out of my office. There was no one left in the building, everyone having gone home now. “Where are you taking me?” “Somewhere I’ve always wanted to fuck,” he said. We entered the sanctuary, the lights off except for an illuminated cross. He led me onto the front stage and stopped, turning to look at me, a grin on his face. “Here?” I asked, looking around us. There was nothing blocking us from view. If someone entered the sanctuary, we’d be seen clearly. “I’ve stood on this stage for decades,” Pastor Kline said. “And it wasn’t until I met you that I found my true purpose. Right here, right now, I want you to baptize me into my new life. Fill me with your holy cum.” All the strength I had stored up to keep myself full for Lewis broke. I felt a rush of power fill me, urging me to take the man I had seen as a father to me and fuck his ass full of my toxic cum. I grabbed Pastor Kline and turned him around, pushing him up against the pulpit. He grabbed it with both hands, looking back at me as I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ancles. “Fuck, I missed you,” he said. I pulled down his underwear, running my hand along his ass, feeling his used hole which cried out for a cock to fill it. Beyond him I looked out over the empty chairs, Knowing in days they would be filled with the men and women who believed us both to be holy men of God. What would they say if they saw us now? What would they think of our naked bodies pressed into each other, needing each other, crying out for satisfaction. I unbuttoned my pants and, with some difficulty, manage to extract my engorged cock, precum already dripping. “Fuck me hard,” Pastor Kline growled. “Fuck me into oblivion… into heaven.” “With pleasure,” I said. I grabbed his hips and shoved myself into him with one easy motion, bottoming out. I felt my breath catch in my throat. “Fuck me,” Pastor Kline moaned, gripping onto the podium for dear life. “This is what I need. This is what I’ve been waiting for.” “Then accept it,” I said, forcing my thrusts inside. I found the fear I had been having concerning Lewis were melting away with every invasion I made into Pastor Kline’s ass. I could feel his hole’s lips pulling me in, inviting me back to my home. His body needed a man to fill him, and I was all too willing. “You want my load, baby?” I asked, imagining Lewis bent over in front of me. Moving from fucking someone so mature to someone early in their sexual journey. “Give it to me,” Pastor Kline nearly shouted, fist pounding the pulpit, the sound echoing. “Knock me up again. Fill me up. Fill up my poz cunt.” I pushed myself as far into Pastor Kline’s body as I could, feeling his own body convulse from the feeling of my poz load filling his guts. His cock jumped along with mine, his cum, newly poz, spewing over old hymnals hidden within the podium. His body needed me inside it. His body called for my body. I slipped my dick out of his hole and admired my work. “I guess you’ll be open for tonight.” Pastor Kline smiled. “For you, I’m open ever night." He kissed me, the taste of my piss still on his lips. “Till tonight.” ## I had parked a block away like Peter had instructed, walking to his house the rest of the way, Jay following after me. “This is hot,” Jay told me. “I never did anything like this when I fucked women.” “I doubt that,” I told him. “You fucked hundreds of women.” “But not like this,” Jay said. “All of you together, your need to spread your seed, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I could feel my heart pounding, pushing me to both run forward and back. There was no doubt I wanted this to happen, but I was obviously scared. What would happen if something went wrong? I couldn’t let myself think that way. I had to think positive. “Right on time,” Peter said, ushering us into his home. The walls were covered in pictures of him and his wife, dozens of frames staring back at us. It was clear that Peter’s wife had once anticipated children, but they now simply hosted pictures of a man who secretly craved cock and a wife who didn’t know the type of man she had. “This must be the famous brother,” Peter said, shaking Jay’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “You, too,” Jay said. He released Peter’s hand and then cupped Peter’s crotched, squeezing gently. “From what I’ve heard, you’re able to cum buckets full.” “That’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Peter said, allowing Jay to feel him growing bulge. “I hope I’ll be able to show you what I can do tonight.” “And I’ll see if I can manage to help you along toward a more ‘positive’ outcome.” We sat in the living room, waiting for Lewis to arrive. The whole time, our dicks were growing, ready to burst as our anticipation for what was to come drove us wild. I noticed Jay and Domonic across the room sharing a private conversation, their eyes glancing over to me a few times. Whatever they were discussing must have been serious from the expressions on their faces. I had to admit, there were brief moments when I wondered if Jay would be a better match with Domonic. Jay was the type of bottom slut that Domonic would love. Seeing them together, I found myself wondering if he had encountered the wrong Ryder brother first. The doorbell rang, startling all of us out of our minds. “Hide,” Peter said. Pastor Kline, Jay, and I ran out of the living room and hid in Peter’s office which was just down the hall, easily within earshot of their coming discussion. We heard the door unlock and Peter greet someone, but there was something in his voice that, to me, sounded as if something was happening. He sounded as if there was a slight panic in his voice. Had something gone wrong? Had his wife returned home early? Did someone from church figure out what was going on and were using this to get us all together in one place? When I found myself ready to pass out from the fear of what was to come, I noticed Pastor Kline’s eyes widen, his hand reaching out to me, grabbing my arm. He looked at me, lower lip trembling. “Lewis isn’t alone,” Pastor Kline said, a look of pure shock frozen on his face. “That’s Ryan with him.” ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I've been trying to get us to the Lewis chapters for a while, so I had to bite the bullet and jump into. Sorry if there isn't as much sex in this chapter. I'm just trying to get to the massive orgy. Things take time. I won't be posting the next two Sundays, just an FYI. Happy Reading.

Part 2 “Take off your pants,” I said, my finger running down his trail of hair and stopping above the button, teasing my need to see the dick he wouldn’t be using that night. At least, not the way he would be thinking. He scrambled to unbutton his pants, dropping them to reveal briefs which hugged his erection perfectly. His cock was pressed against his body, moving along his left hip as far as it could go. It could go pretty far, but there wouldn’t be any argument on who was going to be the top once he saw mine. I left my shirt on but undid my jeans, revealing the jockstrap I wore beneath. Because it was dark, he couldn’t see the stained fabric clearly, but he’d sense it in a moment. I parted my legs a bit, allowing for my bulge to become even more prominent. For a third time, he licked his lips. “Take off your briefs,” I said. Eager, he pushed them down, allowing his erection to jut out. He had to be seven inches, maybe eight, clearly a young man who was gifted genetically. How he viewed himself as anything but a catch was beyond me. All the men who could have had him before I got to him should have been ashamed of themselves. Hopefully, after I was done with him, they’d get another chance and receive their punishment for their mistake. His balls were pulled tight to his body, his desire to fuck plain as day. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his anticipation rising. I wondered how many men he’d been naked with. I wondered how many men he’d fucked or been fucked by. I wondered if he knew that, even if he wanted to, there was no chance of escape now. He was mine. “Remove my jock,” I told him. He looked down, confused a first, and then stepped forward, reaching out a hand. “No,” I told him. “Remove it with your teeth.” He looked up into my eyes, waiting for further instruction, and then kneeled. “Hands behind your back,” I told him. He followed what I told him, clasping his hands behind himself as he leaned forward, his face stopping a few inches from my crotch. I was sure he was smelling the jock strap now, but I knew there was no way he was going to back out. Even if the smell did put him off, he wanted not only my approval but also my dick so badly that he’d do anything I told him. That was good as that was exactly what I planned on doing. He opened his mouth and tried to angle himself better, his teeth separated slightly. I knew that there was no way to take the jock strap off without either risking biting my dick or having to press his face against my body. He did the right thing, and I was proud of him. He pressed against my body and managed to get the jock strap pouch in his mouth, stains and all. I watched to see if he’d spit it out or grimace from the taste, but there was no reaction other than a low groan I knew was from pleasure. Slowly, he pulled down with his teeth, his hands still behind his back, dragging the jock strap off my grown and down my legs. Before he could get far, my cock shot out and hit him in the face, leaving a trail of precum across his forehead. Rather than stop his progress, he continued pulling the jock strap down my legs until meeting the floor. Seeing him bent over, the crack of his ass meeting my gaze for the first time, I felt a rush of energy coursing through me. I was sure it was partially an aftereffect of the young man I’d fucked that morning, his “energy” still settling into my body. “If you’re going to take all of me,” I told him, his innocent eyes looking up at me, “You’ll want to get me slick for your hole.” He slowly nodded and raised himself until he was eye-to-eye with my dick. He stuck out his tongue and licked the underside of the shaft, lingering on the glands and sending waves of pleasure through my body. Without having to think, my hand reached around and grabbed the back of his head, slowly pressing the head of my cock against his lips. “More than that, boy,” I said, my voice deep. All men his age have some type of lust for a daddy and to be dominated. “Boy” gets them to the place of needing my approval faster. Now, I was sure he’d want to please me no matter what else I wanted. Getting my raw cock up his ass would be too easy. Half of my dick was in his mouth, moving toward this throat, and already his eyes were watering. How many men this young guy had sucked off I didn’t know, but I assumed it wasn’t many. He needed training. I’d do it, except I never fucked the same guy twice. I entered his ass, blew my load into his guts, took his years, allowed my strain to do its work, and I moved on. Still, watching this guy trying to get my cock deep into his throat had my already hard dick getting even stiffer. Fuck, I loved watching men work so hard to please the man that saw them only as cum disposals. Did they think it gave them worth? I snatched my dick out of his mouth, his spit stringing between us. I leaned forward and cleaned my dick on his face, his spit sticking to his stubble. “Time to open your hole,” I said, winking at the eager face staring up at me. He jumped off the floor and climbed onto the bed. I never asked if this guy was a bottom. I just knew. He looked like a man who lived to serve the needs, desires, and lusts of other men. It’s what he was made for, and I was going to help him fulfill his purpose. There are few true tops in the world, just some men who don’t know what their asses need… just men who didn’t know what they needed to give up to me to truly live. “On all fours,” I told him as I saw him lying on his back. Why guys wanted to fuck missionary I didn’t know. I don’t want to be looking at your face the whole time. I have mirrors in my room so I can look at the bottom’s face as I blow my load and infect their bodies. I’d rather watch their bodies squirm as my big dick fills them, threatening to tear them in two. When they’re on all four, I can see their arms shaking, trying to stabilize themselves. Plus, it’s a great view of their ass. His ass was pointed toward me, his back slightly arched down, pushing his muscular mounds of flesh in my direction. There is a coating of hair over them, just enough to prove that this was a real man taking dick. My cock glistened from his saliva, giving enough lube to push inside his ass with little effort. I almost bottomed out, but I stopped, watching as his ass opened, his arms shaking, and his head tilting back as ecstasy filled his body. “Fuck” he moaned. I saw in a mirror that his eyes were closed, face showing the struggle of taking my big dick but also loving it. He bit his lower lip as he moaned, my dick slowly pulling out until only the head remained. “Tell me you want me,” I told him, my hands grasping either ass cheek and holding tight to the warm skin. “I fucking want you,” he said, eyes still closed. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you.” “You need me to what?” I taunted. “You need me to make you mine?” “Fuck yes,” he moaned, back arching lower, his ass pulling my dick inside his body. “Make me yours. Take me.” The magic words. “You’ve got it,” I said, thrusting my entire dick into his body. His head thrust back, eyes looking up to the ceiling, mouth open wide as I opened his ass wider than any other man had or he ever could. His arms shook, but the strength of his youth held through, keeping him up. His back started to rise, but I pushed down, arching his back, moving all the way into his body. “Don’t fight me,” I told him, pulling out and thrusting inside again, his ass shaking while his hole grabbed onto my dick. Even his body knew he needed me to stay inside him, to finally bring his life some importance. His warmth radiated from his body, his heartbeat felt clearly on my cock. With every thrust, I could feel our heartbeats syncing, “Just give in.” “Fuck,” he moaned, his voice quaking. “It… feels… so… good…” “I know, baby,” I said. Even if I hadn’t already locked him in, calling him “baby” would definitely make him mine. “Can you feel how big I am inside you? Can you feel how big you’re making me?” “You’re huge,” he moaned. “It’s like… It’s like you’re tearing me open.” “Only if I didn’t restrain myself,” I said. In the mirror I could see that his dick was rock hard, cum leaking out as if he was cumming. All men did this when I fucked them. Their weak bodies worked hard to prepare themselves for my gift, for what they were about to receive and give up. Though the bottom didn’t know it, his mind too focused on how wide I was stretching his ass and how hard I was hitting his prostate, his body knew what was about to happen and had already surrendered itself to me. The prey knows when the predator has won. Now, as I gave him the best fuck he’d ever had, his body was ridding itself of all the negative cum stored up inside its balls, making room for what I would be injecting inside. Soon, his balls will produce triple the amount of cum compared to a normal man, burdening him with the need to spend the remainder of his life fucking any man he comes across. He won’t be able to do much else as the urgency to spread my gift will consume him. In a matter of minutes, his body will be producing poz cum. But not just any poz cum… my poz cum. “Fuck,” he said again, finally noticing the incredible amount of cum leaking out of him. “You’re fucking the cum right out of me.” “Yes, I am,” I said, my grip tightening on his hips. I could still feel his heartbeat in his hole. As he was looking down at his cock, I felt a strong wave of warmth coursing through my body and down to my cock. Suddenly, his head was thrown back, eyes wide, mouth open, but there was no sound made. In that moment, our heartbeats were one. The connection was finalized. There was no escaping me now. I released his hips knowing he couldn’t get away even if his life depended on it… and it did. I pulled my shirt off, revealing my biohazard tattoo in the mirror. Already it was fading from what it had been in the club. I looked down at his lower back and saw the new addition to his body. It was faint, but the pale outline of a biohazard tattoo was coming through on his skin, growing darker with each thrust. His body had accepted me. His body had synced with me. Now, it was time to make his body and what would have been the remainder of his life mine. I picked up my pace, sweat pouring off my body, my grunts now sounding animalistic. The room stank of sex, his dick still ridding itself of unworthy cum. No longer would his balls produce the cum carrying his DNA, the cum which could have promised him a family. Now, his balls were preparing to change forever, to evolve into their ultimate state. Soon, his balls would produce my cum, ending his family line and continuing mine. This is what he was made for. “Who do you belong to?” I cried out, my pace quickening, our heartbeat growing faster. “You,” he said, his mind now rewriting itself, teaching him of his new objective in life. “Who does your dick belong to?” “You.” “And whose toxic cum is churning now inside your balls?” “Your cum.” “And whose life am I taking in replace of gifting you with my cum?” The young man’s head tilted down and his eyes met mine in the mirror. “My life,” he said. “Then give it to me,” I said, forcing the entirety of my dick inside his body and erupting inside him. His head fell forward while mine went back, now my eyes and mouth wide open in pure ecstasy. In that instant, I could see all the days he would have lived if I hadn’t met him. I could see him finishing college, making his parents proud. I could see him getting his dream job. I could see him meeting a nice man and falling in love. I could see him proposing and starting a family. I could see his face as years went by, his true potential unrealized. Just as quickly as I saw it, these images faded into darkness. All those years he could have lived were now moving into me. As all of this was happening, my tattoo was fading away until my arm was bare, the tattoo on his lower back a vibrant sign of his new status. His dick stopped leaking, his balls transforming painfully in his sack, his face twisting from the agony of his transformation. His balls were now mirroring my own, ready to serve their new purpose of pozzing up more men in my image. I could feel my body growing in strength, a new energy filling me. The young man’s youth filled every part of me. I pulled my dick out of his ass, his body slumping down onto the bed. He was fast asleep. He wouldn’t sleep for long. Once he wakes, he’ll get up, get dressed, and head out on his way into his new life, his new purpose. He won’t say anything since there’s nothing left to be said. I don’t know where he’ll go or what he’ll do concerning the images I saw. I know they’re not possible now. Perhaps he’ll drop out of school to give himself more time to fuck. Perhaps he’ll never talk to his family again, disappearing into the bathhouses and gloryholes where no one can disturb him of what he knows needs to be done with the remainder of his life. Who knows how much time he has. I don’t. I also don’t care. He served his purpose, giving an alpha man like me, a true man, more time on this earth to fuck up other men and continue my legacy. Once he truly realizes what I’ve done to him, he won’t do anything to stop what is coming. He’ll accept it as his true destiny. I flexed in the mirror, admiring myself. The punk’s life took almost ten years off me. I looked at my arm and knew the tattoo would come back eventually. When it did, I’d find several more men to pick up the burden of keeping my strain alive. The young man groaned on the bed, his new tattoo in sight, the skin around it an angry red. “I really took it out of you,” I said, smiling in the mirror. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ If I turn this into a series, I'd explore different men with this ability and the men who fall prey to them. Maybe I'd return to Hunter again. That's an "if" for now. Enjoy Hunter.

Part 2 Cumming tonight.

New story. I'll be releasing 2 parts. I might write more if enough men like it. Hope it isn't going too dark. Maybe you'll want it to go darker. Let me know. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 1 Some may say that what I do is wrong. Some may say it’s unethical. Some may say it twists the laws of nature unnaturally. They’d be right. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I stood at the bar of Club Baridos, drinking a beer, watching as a hoard of college students danced. It was spring break, and every year there was an influx of uninhibited kids looking for a good time. Busses shuttled them here from all over the country, sometimes all over the globe. We had alcohol, drugs, sex. There wasn’t anything else they could want, meaning we attracted thousands at a time. This was good for me because I liked having a selection. I originally stopped at the club to pass along some “contraband” to the owner, a friend who often tipped me off to suggestible young men looking for a “daddy” to take control for a few hours. I wasn’t for hire. I just had an insatiable need to fuck. At this time in my life, money meant little. The contraband was just for fun. The only need I had was to have my bare cock buried deep in a man’s ass. I’d already fucked a student that morning, a young man from UCLA, a Junior studying business. I think his name was Keith. I didn’t ask what he studied or where he went. I also didn’t want to know his name. He told me all of this because he had gotten nervous once I got him back to my place. Clearly, he had been new to the whole “bottom” thing. He wasn’t new anymore. I broke him in like a pro. I also made sure he left with a parting gift. He had been a good fuck, even if his talents hadn’t developed yet. Still, there’s nothing like slamming your dick so far up into a man’s body that their eyes roll back, their heads contort backwards, every muscle and vein in their neck straining as they try to breathe. Their hands grasp at either the sheets or my arms which hold them down. For most, their dicks, which I make sure are left untouched, are rock hard and shooting cum along their stomachs. If I’ve done a very good job, they’re shooting up to their chins, sometimes shooting into their mouths which are open in silent screams of ecstasy. Even with that morning fuck, I was ready for more. I turned away from the crowd in the club and looked into a mirror mounted on the wall. I lifted the tight sleeve of my left arm and could see the faint markings of my biohazard tattoo. In dim lighting, it was almost unnoticeable. When I’m fucking a chaser, I don’t mind if it’s seen. Most of the time, that’s when the tattoo is at its darkest. For now, it was fairly faded, proving my dick had been doing its job well. One more fuck and it would be absent for nearly a year, their time now mine. These “innocent” lives used to give me more time, my tattoo fading for years at a time, their expected years left lasting only a fraction of what they used to now. Times had changed. My days were lessening, even when I passed them off to someone else momentarily. I never got the same amount of time for each guy. Every fuck was a gamble. Good thing I'm addicted to both fucking and gambling. Sound fucked up? It is, but that’s the kind of man I am. All I had to do now was find the guy. Whose time would be running out, becoming my own? I scanned the room, watching the dancing students, and immediately spotted a young man who was standing at the outer edge of the dancefloor, his eyes focused on the movement at the center of the club. The lights gleamed in his eyes, the neon strobes revealing a bright smile. There was stubble across his face, just enough to allude to the fact that he could grow a full beard if he wanted. His black hair was cut short on the sides and styled on top. My mind instantly imagined what it would be like to have my hands running through his hair, grabbing tight, and forcing my dick down his throat. He wore a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing what looked to be a defined chest covered in hair. I had nothing against men who shaved, but I preferred men to look natural, rugged. These college students were at their prime, their bodies proving them to be adults while their minds were still wired to act on impulses. They were the perfect choice for me, and this young man was my selection. I made my way through the crowd, my eyes focused on him. I caught the eyes of several lusting individuals. Standing at six foot four, I’m usually the tallest in the room. My wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms take up space and attract attention. I know my greatest asset is my body, so I keep myself in shape. Having once been in the military, I found I looked good with shorter hair, and it gave me a look of dominance. I was the picture of the perfect alpha, even turning other alphas around and fucking the dominance out of them. To put it plainly, I was the definition of sexy. I was the definition of a predator. I moved myself until I was standing next to the young man, my presence unnoticed by him so far. He was distracted by those dancing, his foot tapping along with the music. “Don’t you like to dance?” I asked, making sure my voice could be heard without having to yell. He turned to me, curious to why a stranger was making conversation with him, and then smiled once he saw who was trying to gain his attention. “Not really,” he said, his voice cracking for a moment. He looked embarrassed, something which I found adorable. I also knew he would be easy to convince. “I’m surprised your girlfriend isn’t dragging you out there against your will,” I said. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Oh, sorry.” “Actually,” he said, looking me over, as if noticing me for the first time. “I’m gay.” “I see,” I said, having already known this. It was easy to tell, at least for me. I could always tell if a man was straight, gay, bi, or whatever. Even if he were straight, it would only add a few extra minutes of convincing to get him on his back, legs up, hole open, his dick ignored. Him being gay and seeing how he kept glancing up at me, his six foot frame the perfect height to admire my chiseled features, I knew it would take little convincing to get him where I wanted him. It was where he wanted to be too, he just didn’t know it yet. “I’m amazed none of the drunk twinks have thrown themselves at your feet just to suck your dick.” His eyes grew wide at the thought, a slight smile turning his mouth. “I’m not… uhm… I’m not very good with… all that.” “All what?” I asked. I knew how I looked to this young man. I looked concerned, caring, genuinely interested in what he was saying and why. Practice makes perfect. He opened his mouth to answer, but I could tell his shyness was getting the best of him. Even though he oozed sex appeal, clearly his confidence was lacking. This was perfect for me. “What?” I asked. “Sex?” A wide grin filled his face as his cheeks grew red. “Uh, yeah. Basically.” I scoffed. “Yeah right,” I told him. “I’m sure men are throwing themselves at you all the time.” “Not really,” he said. “Well, that can’t be true,” I said. “I mean, look at you.” With my words, he started to look himself over, as if my recognition of him was presenting himself to him for the first time. “I’d take my chance asking you out if I was younger,” I said. “You know, more your type.” His smile faded a bit. “What’s my type?” “Like I said, twinks. Those thin men, youthful, hairless. The type who look as if they haven’t hit puberty yet, but are actually legal.” As I painted him a picture, I saw his face turn in disgust. It was almost too easy. “I don’t like those type of guys,” he said, making sure he made his point. “Oh really? And what kind of men do you like?” “I like,” he said, looking me over, eyes taking in every inch of my body, “you.” “Really?” I said, grinning. “Like you,” he quickly corrected, embarrassed again. “Men like you. That’s what I meant. I like men like you.” “What? Old?” “No,” he said, a bit of his confidence returning. “Older. Older than me. Thirties. Forties. How old are you?” “Older than you,” I said, winking. Though I doubt he noticed, I watched as his tongue stuck out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. “I don’t like hairless guys or scrawny guys.” “So, someone with your body type?” I asked, reaching out a hand and opening the top of his shirt a bit, looking at his strong, hairy chest. “Yeah,” he said, eyes looking down at my hand, nearly touching him but painfully apart. “But stronger. Bigger. You know, like I said. Someone like you.” I moved my hand back to my side, noticing how his body leaned toward me, trying to get closer to reclaim the space I’d taken away. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll find many men like that here,” I said, looking through the club. “But, you’re here,” he said. I looked down at him, watching as the lights gleamed in his lusting eyes. I smiled. “I am,” I said. I had him. ** My apartment wasn’t far, and the walk there was quick as I felt the anticipation of the young man growing, his pace moving us along. “What’s your name?” he asked me as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. “Hunter,” I said, smiling. If he only knew, he’d understand the irony in my name. “What’s yours?” “Austin,” he said. “Sexy name,” I told him, leading him down the hall. I opened the door and motioned him inside, watching as he crossed the point of no return. I had a nice apartment. It wasn’t too flashy, but it wasn’t a mess. I routinely had men over, so I had to make sure everything looked nice. He looked around, taking everything in. “Do you want a drink?” I asked him. “Whiskey,” he said, the word sounding almost foreign coming out of his mouth. I would have guessed that he’d only been twenty-one for a short period, and I had the feeling that he hadn’t been one to drink anything harder than beer while in high school. The excitement of being here along with the drink would send him into overdrive, delivering him into my hands easily. I made him his drink, making sure there was a considerable amount of whiskey, my own drink having less. I wanted a clear head. He drank his drink quickly, whatever nerves he was feeling quickly silenced. “Another?” I asked, sipping mine. “I’m fine,” he said, handing me the glass, eyes wide as the alcohol still burned through his system. I put our glasses down and reached out to him, grabbing his sides, pulling him closer to me. “You are fucking gorgeous,” I told him, looking down into his face, my eyes moving down to his chest. “I’m glad I got to you first before anyone else did. I probably wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise.” His hands moved up along my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath. He looked in my eyes and leaned forward, pushing his lips against mine. His mouth opened up for me without protest, his need for me to accept him breaking down whatever barriers he’d normally have in place. He desperately needed me to want him, unable to recognize that I had wanted him even before he’d seen me. I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling him against me, our chests pressed together, strained gasps for air adding extra force. His crotch pressed against mine, and I could feel his dick already fully hard and rubbing against my own erection. Our need to explore each other grew in intensity, his hands moving down my body and grabbing at my shirt. “Wait,” I said, breaking our kiss. I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom where I turned on the dim lights I knew would be able to hide the faded remnants of my tattoo. “That’s better.” He tried kissing me again, but I lifted a hand and rested a finger against his lips, giving him a wink. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my strong, muscled, hairy chest beneath, but I kept it on, my tattoo still a secret. His eyes drifted down my chest, following the thick trail of hair which continued down below my jeans. Once again, his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “Disappointed?” I asked. He looked into my eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Actually, I’m worried you’ll be disappointed in me.” “That can’t be farther from the truth,” I said, stepping toward him and taking his shirt in hand, my fingers unbuttoning until his chest and abs were revealed. He too sported a trail of hair down to his pants, and I was sure with age it would thicken (would have thickened), rivaling even mine. I moved my hands beneath the shirt and over his shoulders, causing the shirt to slip off. His body was even hotter than I imagined. He clearly went to the gym, but he wasn’t overly muscular. I imagined in his future, once college was done, he’d probably add on a few pounds around his gut and become a bear-to-be. Again, this would not happen now, not once I was done with him. Instead, he was a cub, and I was ready for more.

I'd say just make sure you really know the guy choking you. Do you trust him? Is there an understanding of what's too much or when it's gone too far. Similar to fisting. Communicate so no one gets hurt. Sure, this may take some of the heat out of a chance encounter with someone, but you'll be alive. I also agree that skin-on-skin is the way to go. Other things like belts and rope can get out of our control and do serious damage. Or, if you want to be wild, do whatever the fuck you want.

Smut is the word. I'm happy it's stimulating, dick or otherwise.

I've seen the notifications coming in and I thought, "Wow, someone new is reading through!" I've considered compiling it into a single volume. Who knows. Glad you're enjoying it.

Part 25: A Three-way and a Secret (Jay's Perspective) “You’re so big,” I moaned, my ass feeling as if it was being torn in two. Since I’d taken Will’s monster of a cock in my ass, I’d managed to find other men of equal size, though none of them had been able to open me up as much as Domonic was. Alan’s dick was fat and filled me, but Domonic filled me and threatened to move my organs around. I could feel every vein of his cock, his heartbeat felt against my hole as the throbbing continued in my ass. He was the type of man you’d see in porn, and here he was fucking my ass and fucking my brother’s hole every other second. I could feel Will’s heartbeat too as my finger explored his ass, pressing down on his prostate and causing his body to shiver. I watched as my brother’s body shook, sweat collecting beneath his chest hair, goosebumps rising along his skin. His dick was hard, sticking straight out and dripping pre-cum onto my arm. I scooped some up and ran it along my tongue, tasting his sweet seed. His mouth opened in awe as I played with his ass, giving him the same pleasure he had given me not so long ago. “Sit on my face,” I told Will, pulling my finger from his hole. “I want to eat you out.” “You know, brothers don’t normally say that kind of stuff to each other,” he said, giving me that classic Will smile which had a tendency to make people weak at the knees. I knew Will had never realized just how many girls in school liked him. I knew of a few guys who had wanted to fuck him, too. Will had always been too focused on religion to care. Now, he was finally exploring his sexual desires like I had been doing for years. I was just happy to be a part of his journey. Who knows, I thought, maybe one day he’ll be a bigger deviant than me. Will straddled my head, his hairy hole staring down at me. I breathed in, smelling his musk. I admired his hairy ass, the curling hairs, dark and covered in sweat. He lowered himself down, his hole pressing into my face. I stuck out my tongue and lapped him up, tasting my brother’s hot hole which I could feel throbbing. “Oh, fuck, Jay,” he moaned, pressing down further, opening even more to my intrusive tongue. All the skills I’d gained from eating pussy came into play here, eating his ass, devouring him. Will moaned, his hands reaching down to my chest where he squeezed my nipples, sending shocks throughout my body. “Fucking eat him out,” Domonic growled, his cock slamming into areas of my body I never knew existed. “You two are so fucking hot.” “You just have an incest fetish,” Will told him. “I’ve never fucked brothers before,” Domonic said. “With Pastor Kline, we may be fucking a father and son.” “Here’s hoping,” Will said, his ass squeezing my face. “What are the odds we can get your other brother to join in?” Domonic asked. “Zero,” Will told him. I pushed Will’s ass off my face. “I don’t know.” I told them, wiping sweat from my face, “I would have bet all my money on you dying a virgin, and here you are sitting on my face while your poz boyfriend fucks me.” “The day Zack fucks me is the day the world ends,” Will said, though I saw his cock jump at the thought. “Never say never,” Domonic laughed. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get all the men in your family before I’m done.” “That will never happen,” Will said. I thought of our dad and how strict he had been when we were growing up. He’d been a tough man, one who showed little emotion. He raised us knowing we were to always act proper, being examples to everyone else. I fucked that up fast. Will’s on his way. Our father would die if he knew what we were doing. Father and son relationships have always been difficult in our family. It’s been a multi-generational problem. I knew our father’s relationship with his own father had been bad, our dad even changing his last name to his mother’s maiden name after college just to rid himself of the fucker. Uncle Michael did the same. We never knew what happened. The men in our family aren’t exactly open. I laughed at the irony as Will’s hole opened slightly to my tongue. “Well, Jay,” Domonic said, thrusting his dick far into my hole, hitting my prostate, my dick jumping and leaking pre-cum, “if you get a desire for a paternal fucking, Pastor Kline, I hear, is a good substitute for your dad.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. Will climbed off my face, moving back until his balls ran over my tongue and nose, stopping for a second on my closed eyes, one ball on each eye. “Pastor Kline’s a bottom,” Will said. “I think Jay may be the same.” “I’m up to fuck a horny old man,” I told them. “But for now, I need my brother’s cock in my mouth.” “Actually,” Will said, lifting off of me and looking me in the eye, “I have to piss first. Unless…” I smiled. “We must be in sync,” I told him. “Your boyfriend is about to fuck the piss right out of me.” “69 and swallow it all,” Domonic said. “Let’s see who has the fullest bladder.” Will moved down until his dick was directly over my mouth with my dick under his. He lowered his dicked down into my mouth, taking mine, sucking me in between his soft lips. I could have cum right there, having my brother’s lips tasting our family seed. “On your marks,” Domonic said, easing up on his fucking. “Get set. Go!” I unleashed in Will’s mouth as my mouth was flooded by his warm piss, nearly causing me to choke. I started swallowing as quickly as I could, feeling Will’s mouth latch down on my cock, gravity trying to pour my piss out. I felt as if I had been swallowing forever when mine ended, Will’s still flowing for another ten seconds. “Fuck,” I moaned, Will’s cock slipping out of my mouth, drops of piss splattering over my chin. “You’re a full boy.” “You too,” he said. “I don’t always drink piss like that. That’s more of Pastor Kline’s thing.” “Unless it’s mine,” Domonic said, winking. “Well, Will’s the winner. Time for Jay to suck a load out of him.” “Gladly,” I said, opening my mouth again and sucking Will’s dick inside. He pushed into my throat, my body fighting off my gag reflex. I wanted Will to fuck my throat hard, the kind of fucking you watch and think, “How the fuck did he do that without passing out?” “Ready?” Will asked. I grabbed his ass and pulled more of his cock into my throat. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. Will started fucking my throat, his balls pressing down over my eyes and nose, the smell of his hairy body an intoxicating rush to my senses. “Fuck, you might be better than Pastor Kline.” “That’s high praise,” Domonic said, grabbing my legs and spreading them out farther. “You know, if I close my eyes, I’d swear I’m fucking your brother’s ass.” “I’m not nearly as muscular as Jay,” Will said, shoving his dick hard into my throat. It almost felt as if there was some anger in the thrust. My cock jolted. “Looks like someone needs attention,” Domonic said, his hand reaching down and grabbing my dick, sending chills throughout my body. “Should we see who cums first?” “Sounds like a good challenge,” Will said, raising his hips up and looking down at me, his balls lifting from my eyes. “How about it?” “Let’s go,” I tried to say, my voice lost as my throat hugged Will’s cock. “That was a yes,” Will said. “I could feel it.” “I can feel it,” Domonic said, my cock harder in his jerking hand, my pre-cum dripping down his fist. Among the three of us the room filled with the moans of sweaty men, the bed creaking, our naked skin slapping against each other. It was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. Never had I been in a three-way this hot, not even with Alan. No women could compare. Few men where as hot as Will and Domonic. The fact that we were all poz made it the best fuck ever. “Fuck,” Will moaned, his breathing labored, “I’m getting close.” “So am I,” Domonic said, his thrusts harder. I tried to tell them that I was ready to burst, but Will’s fucking of my throat caused only spit to pour out of my mouth. “Fuck, I’m glad I met you,” Domonic said, leaning down and kissing Will, his grip on my cock tightening, his thumb running over the tip. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Will shouted, slamming his dick into my throat. His balls lifted from my face, legs hugging my head, cum shooting straight into my stomach. As Will’s cock jumped in my throat, my hips pumped wildly. My balls rose into my body, my cock shooting out thick ropes of cum, splattering Domonic and Will before dripping down onto my writhing body. “Fuck!” Domonic growled, his hand still pumping my cock as my hole tightened around his cock, pulling him further into my body. He did one final trust before he burrowed himself into my ass, shooting his poz cum into my body. I now had poz cum in my ass, down my throat, and across my stomach and chest, solidifying my new status as a poz slut. Will pulled his cock out of my throat, spit dripping down my chin and collecting in Will’s pubic hair. He looked down at me and smiled, his hand reaching down and smearing his cum and my spit over my mouth. “Fuck, I love you,” he said. He looked up at Domonic and waved him forward, kissing him deeply. “I love you, too,” I said, watching as these two powerful men made out, their sweaty bodies above me. Never could I have imagined something like this happening to me. As Will broke of his kiss, he looked down at me again and smiled. In that moment, I knew I had made the right choice lying to Will. None of this would have happened if he knew he was the one who pozzed me. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoy the twist. There are a few plot points "seeded" here that I hope to pick up in the future. There won't be a post next week, but I'll pick up either the next week or the week after.

If you're from different generations, it can create issues because you're at different stages of life. Again, everyone is different.

I'm attracted to older men, but I'm not sure if this lends itself to dating or just fucking. You can have someone you like to fuck, but I don't think I'd date them. Beyond sex, what else is there to connect you to someone else? If you have that connection, then dating makes sense. Everyone is different.

Deep inside. Is that even a fucking question? It should be so deep I can taste it.