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Nevermind. I started writing, and it all came out. Here you go. Part 39: Ben Ryder (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) “Hello?” “Hey, Mark. It’s me,” Will said over the phone. “Am I interrupting anything?” “Nothing,” I told him, examining myself in a mirror. “In fact, I just sent my wife off to visit her sister for two weeks.” “Sounds like that’ll leave your ass open for the rest of us,” Will said. “Peter will want to see you.” “Is his dick ready to fuck?” I asked. “Maybe not,” he said. “But you know there’s no stopping Peter. Not now, anyway.” “Yeah,” I said, looking myself over, taking in my dress pants, my buttoned shirt, and my tie. I looked good. I felt good. “Lucky man.” “A horny man,” he said. “And it’s his own fault for piercing his own dick with his wedding ring.” “Do you…” I started, stopping as the thought got caught in my throat. “Do you ever find yourself… jealous of him?” “Jealous of Peter?” he said. “I mean, the PA does look hot, and he can cum a lot.” “Not that,” I said. “Not his hyperspermia. I mean, the fact that he’s out. He’s living his life now, the way he wants to.” “Oh,” Will said. I could hear the weight in his voice, the realization setting in. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, he got rid of his wife, but, I mean, he’s not exactly… free. He’s hiding out at Wade’s house. He left his job and has no money. Everyone but us is talking to him, and even we have to do it in secret. I don’t know, Mark. I don’t really think I’m feeling jealous of him.” “I guess you’re right,” I said. “Still, I can’t help but think—” “I know it’s hard,” Will said. “But don’t go off and do something stupid. Yes, it worked out well with Peter, Lewis, and your son, but we can’t keep pushing our luck. It won’t take long before we go too far.” “You’re right,” I said, walking to my front door, my keys in hand. “We’ll be smart.” I ended the call and walked out the door. __ I sat at the table, my heart racing, my mind spinning, an ache in my stomach causing me to feel sick. What if Will was right? What if I had pushed my luck too far? What if I was putting not only myself but everyone else at risk? Had I made a mistake? “Mark? Mark Kline, is that you?” I looked up and nearly fell out of my chair as I saw the face of a man I hadn’t seen in decades. I stood up, my legs feeling weak while my extended hand shook. It was suddenly remarkable to me that I hadn’t noticed it before. How had I never noticed how similar Will looked to his father? “Ben,” I said, grabbing his hand and shaking it. He had a firm grip, and I nearly came thinking about how amazing his hand would feel stroking my cock, grasping my balls, taking hold of my neck. “It’s great to see you.” “And you,” he said, taking a seat. “I hope you haven’t been waiting here long.” “Not at all,” I said. The waitress came over and took our orders, my order almost missed as my attention was stolen by Ben. “Where’s your wife?” I asked. “Isn’t she coming?” “She’s at home,” Ben said. “My wife isn’t one who likes traveling, even if it is to see her own son preach. Granted, we’ve seen him do it before, but it’s almost a sin that we haven’t seen him in his, I’m sorry, his and your church.” “It’s a good distance,” I said, happy at hearing the news that he was alone. “My wife prefers everyone journeying to see her,” he said, rolling his eyes. The waitress brought us our drinks. “That might be why we’ve never managed to make the connection that you work with Will before now.” “I’m sorry to hear that she’s not with you,” I lied. “It would have been good to meet her.” “Well, between you and me,” he said, leaning forward, his cologne wafting into my nose and ensnaring my senses, “I’m happy to be here alone.” My cock jumped. “Why’s that?” “Mark, let me tell you now before you get to be sitting where I’m sitting,” Ben said. “Retirement isn’t as wonderful as it seems. I used to have something to do with my day, serving a purpose, spending hours in my office, but now I’m left listening to my wife jabber on about all these people I don’t know or don’t care about. She’s constantly nagging at me to get up and do something, but once I do, she’s nagging at me to relax. She wants us to join all these elderly groups, as if I’m one foot in the grave. I’m still a young man. Well, I’m a man who isn’t locked up in a retirement home. I can’t get a word in even if my life depended on it. It’s exhausting. That’s why I was so happy to hear from you. You’re giving me a chance to escape for a few days.” “You’re giving me a lot to look forward to.” Ben smiled. “I’m almost tempted to order a drink with alcohol in it,” he said. “Don’t let me stop you,” I joked, wishing he would, letting his guard down. It’s not that I wanted him drunk, but if he was a bit looser, it would make everything considerably easier. “I shouldn’t,” he said. “Glad to hear it,” I said. “Not glad that you’re feeling that way about your wife. That’s not what I mean. I mean, I’m glad you could make the trip. I’m glad it’s going to give you the time away you need.” “Thanks,” he said. “You’re married too, right?” I nodded. “Do you ever feel like you’re… what’s the right word…?” “Stifled?” I joked. “That’s one of the words to use,” Ben said, laughing. “I know it sounds horrible, especially since we’re both pastors, but I sometimes just want to… well, never mind.” “Want to what?” I urged, my mind enraptured by every word he had to say. I had missed seeing this man speak, watching his lips, noticing his strong chin which was darkened by stubble. I remember watching him in college, wishing I could kiss his chin, even suckle on his prominent Adam’s apple. I simply wanted a taste of him. Will wasn't enough for me, anymore. I needed the real thing. I needed the source. “Sometimes I just want to run away,” he said. For a moment, there was a look on his face, a look of shock at hearing those words come out of his mouth. Then, for an even briefer moment, I saw a slight smile at the thought. “Sometimes, I don’t know, I just wish I could disappear for a while, be on my own, shirk off all those responsibilities. Is that awful?” “No,” I said. “Do you ever feel like that?” I smiled. “Often, unfortunately. Maybe it’s the job. Maybe it’s just marriage. I have felt like that, though.” “And what helped you through it?” he asked. “Honestly,” I said, “your son. Will helped me.” “Will helped you through it?” Ben laughed. “And how did he manage to do that?” Memories of my legs pulled to my chest, Will’s naked body on top of me, his dick slamming into my hole, filling me up with his poz seed filled my mind, and my cock got hard again. Mixing with those memories were the imaginings of Ben on top of me, his naked, sweaty body writhing as he filled me with his cock. All the nights I spent with Will fucking me, all the days I spent sucking him off in his office, all solidified in my mind. “He… helped me tap into a piece of myself that I had always wanted to find. When I was feeling lost, he, and a few other men from the church, helped pull me back to where I needed to be.” “Sounds like my boy did well,” Ben said. “He did very well,” I told him, my hole aching to feel his cock again. “He always does.” “And he still doesn’t know that I’m here?” “I never spoke a word of it to him,” I said. I had already imagined all the scenarios which would play out. While I knew none of them ended as well as I would hope, that didn’t stop me from making sure the plan moved forward. “And you’ve got your own boy?” “I do,” I said. “Ryan. He’s in college.” “And how are you two doing?” “Better now,” I said. “We struggled to connect for a while, but we managed to reconnect recently. Will helped with that, too." I remembered the night of Will fucking Ryan's hole, fucking my son right into me, milking my son's prostate until he shot our family's load deep into my hole. "You could almost say he pushed my son right into my arms.” Ben smiled. “I’m glad to hear that my boy is doing well. I wish his brothers were doing as well as him. My son Zack is married. We’re expecting grandkids soon. I hope they have them to give my wife someone else to worry over. My other son, Jay, is… well, it’s difficult to describe Jay. He’s a lot to handle.” “I’m sure he is,” I said, knowing from experience. “Will has told me all about Jay.” “I’ve always spoken out against Jay,” Ben said. “I’ve always been so hard on him. I sometimes wonder if everything I did caused him to act the way he has. He’s so wild. He’s so uncontrollable. He’s so… he’s so…” Ben’s expression changed again, almost as if he was seeing something clearly for the first time. “He’s so… free. That’s the only word I can’t think of. He’s free.” “Is that a bad thing?” I asked. “Shouldn’t we all, in some way, be free?” Ben looked at me, his brow furrowed, his mind turning over everything he had just told me. Now, more than ever, I could see Will within his father. “I’m sorry,” Ben said, standing up and leaving the table. “Ben,” I called, trying to run after him. “Ben, what’s wrong?” “I’m sorry, Mark,” he said, heading for the door. “I just… I’ve got to go.” “Is it something I said?” I watched as Ben left the restaurant. __ (Will’s perspective) “I’m not sure what’s going on,” I told Dom, circling around Wade’s living room, a fresh load of his cum dripping out of my ass. My own cock was covered in cum, having just shot deep into Wade’s hole as he fisted Peter. Peter’s cock was still too sensitive for him to be fucking anyone, and while we couldn’t stop him from leaking so much precum, we did try to teach him how to orgasm with just his ass and with little cum being ejaculated. “He’ll learn,” Wade had told us. Since Peter had been staying with Wade, the two of them had gotten to be very close. It was almost as if Wade had found someone he could train in all the perverted sexual acts he lived for while Peter had found someone who worshiped his gift for how incredible it made him. Though Peter had since recovered from his conversion, now officially being a poz man, he still tried to keep out of sight until the rumors about him started to die down a bit. So while Dom and I would often spend time at his or my apartment, we were for the present time spending hours with Wade and Peter so we could all fuck as much as our cocks and balls allowed. The only person missing was Pastor Kline. “Do you think something’s wrong?” Dom asked. “I’m not sure,” I told him. “It’s just, when I talked to him on the phone today, he sounded… I don’t know… off.” “Maybe he didn’t want his wife to hear.” “She’s out of town,” I told him. “Maybe he’s sick,” Peter said. “Even when he was converting and on his ass,” I told them, “he still found a way for me to get my cock up his ass. If he’s sick, he’ll manage to be here riding as many cocks as he can.” “Maybe it’s nothing.” I shook my head. “He looked weird even when Peter was getting his cock pierced,” I said. “Something’s going on with him, but I can’t figure out what it is.” “Let’s go find out,” Dom said. We got in my car and drove over to Pastor Kline’s house. We knew his wife was gone, but there was no guarantee that he would be there. Hours had passed since I spoke to him, and there had been no further communication since. “Maybe he’s visiting his son,” Dom said. “Mark's car is here,” I said, pointing it out, failing to notice another car parked nearby. We walked to the door and found that it was slightly ajar, the lights inside still on. I looked at Dom who shrugged, turning back to examine the neighborhood. “There’s another car here. Maybe he’s not alone.” “Someone from church?” I asked, spotting the car without taking the proper time to notice it. “Maybe someone to fuck,” Dom said. We entered the house and started searching, trying to keep quiet so we didn’t scare anyone should he have someone else there. “Will,” Dom whispered, waving me over. He pointed at a trail of clothing leading up the stairs and into the hall. “I think he’s got someone here, and I doubt he’s from church.” “With our church, it’s anyone’s guess,” I said. Dom started up the stairs, but I reached out and grabbed his arm. “What the fuck are you doing?” “I want to see who it is,” Dom said. “He didn’t invite us.” “Exactly,” Dom said. “Think of all the times we invited him over so we could fuck him. We brought him into this world. He can’t just sneak off and fuck someone without at least inviting us to fuck. If not to fuck, to at least watch.” Dom started up the stairs, and though I tried to resist the temptation, I soon found myself right behind Dom, slowly moving down the hall. I noticed the clothing, spotting the undershirts, the socks, the ties, and the underwear. Everything belonged to men, so we knew Pastor Kline was with a man. We got to the door and found it slightly open, the sound of a squeaking bed, strained moans, and skin slapping skin pouring out into the hall. “Let’s see who we’ve got,” Dom said, pushing the door open. Having fucked in Pastor Kline’s bedroom before, I knew where to look, and spotted the two men fucking immediately. I saw the naked skin, Pastor Kline’s legs hoisted up in the air, his hands grasping the arms of the man fucking his ass as hard and as fast as possible. I watched as the man’s hips thrusted forward, Pastor Kline’s legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into his body. I could see the sweat glistening on their bodies. I could smell the aroma of sex in the air. “Oh fuck,” Pastor Kline moaned. "Oh, fuck me!" “You like that?” Air caught in my lungs as I heard the voice, the scene before me turning upside down. "Fuck me harder!" Everything I had missed, from the car outside to the clothing on the floor to the back of the man’s head, even though now covered in sweat, all became familiar. "You want my load? Here it comes!" My heart felt as if it was about to burst out of my chest. “Dad?” Pastor Kline shot up, scrambling across the bed, pulling at sheets to cover himself. My eyes, however, were focused on the naked man who jumped off the bed, turning around, his thick, hard cock standing straight out. “Will?” my father said. His cock started shooting cum, splattering across the floor between us. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ I told you we'd get here. I promise more of Ben in the next chapter. We may be having a Ryder Threesome in the near future.

I haven't abandoned this story, men. I promise. I'm just having trouble writing the next section. What I have feels like filler, and I'm not sure how to jump without creating confusion. There will be nothing new tonight, but I'm expecting something new next Saturday.

It also depends on whether you want one or two long sessions, edging for hours at a time, or several (4-8) jerk-off sessions where you're quick and done.

If I end up masturbating for a longer period of time (anywhere from an hour to 4), it's usually because I hop from one story to another or one video to another as I keep finding something better to cum to. I keep searching for the "perfect" moment to blow my load.

In a rush, I've been able to cum in 5 minutes. I've been able to go for 3-4 hours, edging and holding off. I think I went 7 hours before without cumming. On average, I try to go for 1-2 hours, reading on BZ or other sites or watching porn, but sometimes I get carried away after 30-45 minutes and can't hold back.

That's a really good question. At what point did someone decide it would be hot to have a hand and then arm shoved up someone's ass? How many men got hurt not knowing that it can cause damage if done without care? There are a lot of questions.

I was talking to a friend who is a doctor about the idea of a man being castrated, and I was shocked by his quick response. He told me that men who have been castrated will often have health issues. I honestly can't remember all the issues he told me, but they were pretty significant. So, if you do go this direction, just know that there is a possibility of this.

Part 10 (Senator Gregory White) “Stand,” the man called Hunter told me, his balls still pressed against my forehead. I could feel them moving. “Sir.” My back felt as if it was on fire, a constant stinging sending chills throughout my body. I felt alive, as if I could feel every aspect of myself in that moment. That’s what I loved about the “third listing” choice. It made me feel things anyone else, any woman I dated, any woman I fucked, couldn’t. Even then, with a stranger’s testicles pressed against my forehead, the smell of his sweat, balls, and penis invading my lungs, I felt as I always wanted to. I felt empowered. I felt as if this was what I needed to do in my life. I was satisfying the ache. My body screamed as I stood, my knees aching from crawling, the leash attached to the collar around my neck hitting my back for a brief moment. I flinched, the muscles in my back crying for relief. Fuck, I loved the feeling. “Stand tall, sir,” the man named Matt said. I could feel the leash being pulled tight, the collar around my neck pulling into my airway and causing me to gag. I stood in front of Hunter, taking in the man who was, in my opinion, the hottest man I’d ever seen, even when compared to Matt. I knew that I was seen as an attractive man, my good looks helping me in the polls. The desire many women had of fucking me drew them to my political side and, often, to my bed. The men who wanted power like mine along with my good looks only furthered that power. If this man was in politics, he’d rule the fucking world. I watched his face, wondering if he recognized me. Sometimes they would, having just seen my face on the news or an election billboard, but they often didn’t. These men had to sign forms, making it known that I’d own their asses and everything they and their family and extended family owned should they tell anyone about the things we did. They knew better, and it got me hard knowing I could do whatever I wanted to them, and they couldn’t tell anyone anything. Sometimes, I thought these men liked knowing who I was to the world, a man who spoke against the gay community in public but then got fucked by gay men in private. This gave them an energy when they were fucking me, almost punishing me for the things I said or did against them in the public eye. “Shall we begin, sir?” Matt asked, his mouth next to my ear, whispering. It sent chills down my spine, causing more pain. I nodded. Matt handed the leash to Hunter who took it, pulling me closer to him, wrapping it around his hand until I was made to stand less than an inch from his face. “Tonight, sir,” Hunter started, “we hope to bring you to the next level of your sexual experience. You will be fucking Matt’s ass while I will be fucking yours. By the end of tonight, we hope to have drained your balls of all the cum possible. Is that to your liking?” I nodded, feeling my heart racing at the thought of this man’s large member opening me up, possibly splitting me in two. I turned and saw Matt lying on his back on my bed, his hands pulling his legs back over his chest, revealing his puckered hole. And I’ll split him in two, I thought, my cock jumping at the thought. He had a tight ass, the kind of ass you dreamed of making your own. “It’s time,” Matt said, winking at me. I looked to Hunter who nodded, leading me over to the bed. “I’m all lubed up, sir,” Matt said, reaching down to run his hand over his hole. “I need you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before. Are you ready?” I nodded, climbing onto the bed and pulling his legs around my sides, feeling them pulling me in. I ran my hands along his legs, feeling the muscles beneath. The bed shook behind me as Hunter climbed onto the mattress, his impressive size coming behind me, looming over like a god. I looked back and down, seeing his hard cock standing straight out, aiming for my ass. Now, seeing it nearly within me, I found myself nervous at the pain which would be breaking my body. “I’m lubed up, sir,” Hunter said, whispering in my ear. His hand reached around and handed the leash to Matt who took it and then held it between his teeth, growling at me. “Shall we begin?” I moved forward and lined my dick up with Matt’s hole, watching as his hole opened, welcoming me inside. Carefully, I pushed inside, feeling his body pulling me in, almost begging for my cock to enter him. Matt smiled, winking at me. Fuck, this man was gorgeous. “Hands behind your back,” Hunter said. I did as I was told, feeling a fabric wrapping around my wrists, binding them together. “This tie looks better on you like this,” Hunter told me, his warm breath on my neck before I felt him kissing along my shoulder. “I’m going to enter you, sir. As you’ve seen already, I’m a large man, and my penis is even larger. I’ll be careful, but this will hurt. Are you ready?” I nodded, my heart racing even faster than before. I needed this. I wanted this. “Remember,” Hunter said, his one arm wrapping around my chest while his free hand moved his dick to my hole, “you’ve earned this.” (Hunter) I pressed my dick against the senator’s hole and forced my way inside, holding onto his arms as I felt him fighting against my major intrusion. The muscles in his arms tensed along with the muscles in his back. I looked down at Matt who, even with the leash in his mouth, was smiling. Clearly, with the senator’s dick already far into his ass, he felt as if he was going to win this wishboning. Sensing that he could be right, I forced the entirety of my dick into his ass, causing him to jump. “GAH!” Senator White cried, the gag keeping him silent enough. I smiled. It’s funny, I thought. He still thinks this is about him and what he wants. He hasn’t figured out that we captured him between a rock and a hard place. He’s stuck between two men who only want to use him for his life. “I love when I get a man with a tight hole,” I said, watching as Matt’s ass was filled with a worthless, neg cock. Matt pulled the leash into his hand, pulling the senator’s body closer to him. “I love when my tight hole gets filled with a big, throbbing dick.” He looked directly into my eyes and smiled. “I can already feel him leaking inside me.” While Senator White tried to fuck Matt’s ass, he quickly became a tool between us to use. I slammed my dick into the senator’s ass, forcing him into Matt’s hole. We made him into a human condom, the only type of condom I’d ever use. “How’s that feel, sir?” I asked, grabbing his neck, my hands wrapping over the collar. I admire the leather digging into his skin. Senator White moaned, his body covered in sweat. I could feel his heartbeat on my cock, but I couldn’t tell if his body was closer to surrendering to me or to Matt. Just because I would be fucking the neg cum out of the senator’s body and into Matt’s ass, that didn’t mean Matt would win the game. Either way, we’d both get off, but only one of us would be the one to poz his body and change his life forever. “Fuck my hole,” Matt cried out, pulling on the leash. “Fill me up with that cock. Blow your load deep in my gay ass!” I undid the gag, pulling it from the senator’s mouth, hearing instantly his moans as Matt milked his cock and I pulverized his prostate. “How’s that feel, sir?” “Fuck me,” he cried, panting, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck me harder!” I looked at Matt, winking. “If you say so.” I reached down and grabbed his bound hands with one hand and then slammed my other palm onto his back, making sure to catch the reddest skin where I knew it would sting. Matt pulled on the leash, bringing the senator’s face down to Matt’s chest where he held him down, securing him as I assaulted his ass. “What the FUCK!” Senator White screamed, wriggling between us, trying to break free of our combined hold. “You can’t fight us now, Senator,” Matt said, his legs moving up and wrapping around his back, pinning his arms down. “You know we know who you are,” I said, feeling his heartbeat moving toward my own, my body flushed with a pulsing heat. “We’ve been waiting to find a man like you to teach a lesson.” “Did you think you could spout your hate on TV,” Matt said, “and fuck us in the dark? Not anymore, you fucker.” “It’s time for everyone to know the type of man you really are,” I said, my heartbeat quickening, his own racing to meet my own. Matt looked at me, and in that look, I could tell that he knew he had lost the fuck. The senator was mine. I slammed into his hole, feeling our bodies syncing as his balls twisted in his sack, ridding himself of his neg, homophobic cum, turning his balls into carriers of my strain. Senator White’s body shook over Matt’s body, his neck straining against the collar. Matt released him, the senator’s body shooting up, his head thrown back. “Fuck, I hate losing,” Matt said, his hole still getting fucked by the senator’s changing, unaware body. “But I love watching them surrender to your cock.” “That’s fucking right,” I said, dragging my nails down the senator’s back, creating marks and drawing blood from his already abused back. “Who claimed your hole?” “You did,” the senator said, tears starting to stream down his face. “Who is about to fill your hole with poz cum?” “You will.” “Whose balls are going to transform and brew my special, toxic cum?” “My balls.” “And whose life is now fucked forever as I infect every part of his body and mind, taking his life for my own?” “My life,” the senator said. “I didn’t hear that,” I growled, grabbing his head and turning it back, making sure I could see the tears as they fell down his cheeks. “My life,” he said again. “Sir.” “That’s fucking right!” I slammed into him, my cum filling his body, changing his DNA, making his balls mine, and ruining his life. I could see every aspect of his life, all the choices he made to become the lying politician hated by so many and fucked by many others in secret. I saw the women he lied to and the men he used. I could feel the ache he pushed down, refusing to acknowledge as his true self. I saw him rising in his political career, lying his way into a leader of the Republican Party. I could see him running for president, winning, and making life a living hell for anyone who considered themselves gay. I could see him still using men for his own purpose, but unlike myself, I didn’t hide. He was a poison, and I was ending his toxicity with my own. As I saw his future disappear, I found myself holding his head tight, my lips to his ears, my words entering his mind. “You will continue to serve as you have,” I told him, seeing the reality unfold as I spoke it into existence. “You will work without drawing suspicion from the other members of your party, but you’re changed now. Your body, your life, is mine. I am your god now. You will fuck as many of the men as you can, undoing everything you say you fight for, revealing yourselves to be the worst of hypocrites. You will use my toxic cum to poison the men who wish to tear us down. Do you understand your new purpose?” “Yes,” he said, the image of the senator fucking every male politician imaginable filling both of our thoughts. I could see them all together, an orgy of men surrendering their time to me, the man who took them down. “And once you’ve infected enough of the men, you will reveal yourself to be the hypocritical slut you’ve always been. You will lose everything you have, all the respect you’ve worked so hard to gain. You will spend whatever remains of your life getting fucked by the very men you hated, taking their cocks into your ass and getting covered by their cum. You will degrade yourself, and you will never be deemed respectable again. What do you say?” Senator White’s realization of his fate broke through, and he looked into my eyes, seeing the hate within my own. “Thank you, sir,” he said. “Now, fuck off.” I pulled my dick out of his hole and watched him fall back onto the mattress, his own dick falling out of Matt’s hole which was leaking an incredible amount of cum. I watched as my own cum leaked out of the senator’s hole, dripping down over his changing balls. “That was a good fuck,” Matt said, reaching down and scooping up the neg cum leaking out of his body. He wiped it over the senator’s body. “Glad you came?” I looked down at the sleeping senator’s body, remembering all the things he had done, all the things he could have done, and all the things I’d make sure he’d do in order to ruin his pathetic life. I grabbed the flog and beat his ass, making sure to hit his balls. Within the red, I could see his new biohazard tattoo appearing. I slashed down one last time on the tattoo, making sure it would hurt. “Yeah,” I told him, pulling off the leather band I wore over my tattoo, seeing the fading ink. “I’m glad I came.”

Or is all of this a plan by Sir Doug to get him pozzed? It seems like an odd amount of distractions at once.

I'm going to do something I saw @LeatherScorpionFF do with voting that I thought was a good idea. I want to hear from you. Who should win and claim Senator White? Vote using the "Like" feature at the bottom. Hunter (Upvote) Matt (Piggy) Other Option Known to Me (Thanks) I just want to try this out to hear from you.

Part 9 Hunter (2013) “And how do you expect us to get to Senator Gregory White?” Matt had just told me about the man he wanted us to wishbone. Sure, I’d heard of Senator Gregory White, a Republican politician who spoke out against the gay community. He was an attractive man in his forties, the type of man I’d go after if I saw him in a bar, but it would be unlikely to find this man in a gay bar unless he was picketing outside. That’s why I found myself stunned when Matt made him our target. “It may or may not surprise you,” Matt said, “that the senator isn’t as pristine or honest as he presents himself to be.” “Yes, I’d be shocked to find out a politician isn’t what he says he is,” I said. “What exactly do you know about Senator White that’ll have me inside him and him inside you?” “I know that he’s a closeted gay man,” Matt said. “A lot are,” I told him. “I just fucked one in Kansas. Something tells me that he was an easier fuck than any senator could be.” “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Matt said. “I have a friend who works for an agency that supplies, let’s say, the right fucks for the right price.” “And is this friend someone you claimed?” Matt smiled. “It has its added perks beyond the obvious. Now I have someone who can get me valuable information. It seems Senator White likes to have both men and women come to his apartment in secret, though, as of late, there has been an uptake for what he calls a ‘third listing’ fuck.” “What’s that?” “It’s our specialty,” Matt said. “You see, he likes dominating men, just like he does with women, fucking the shit out of them until they can’t walk the next day.” “I’m sure you’re excited for that experience.” “But he also likes getting fucked. It’s a punish-and-be-punished situation. He fucks me while you fuck him.” “Our wishboning made easy,” I said. “But, if you haven’t noticed, we don’t work for this company, and we don’t know when he’ll be needing us.” “He’s created a bit of a pattern,” Matt said. “Whenever he’s up for election or has been struggling against falling numbers, he gets what he calls “aches” inside him. These aches are his inner gay slut coming out, needing to fuck and get fucked. From what I know, we’re reaching that time.” “So, it’s all chance?” I asked. “I’m not sticking around for months just to compete against you for a senator.” “It’s not exactly chance,” Matt said. “His assistant is another dick I claimed. His wife fucked White behind his back, and I managed to get to the assistant’s cock before anyone else could. He’s been setting the senator up with interviews and situations that will definitely bring about his aching. In a few days, he’s set for another interview, and his numbers, as I’ve seen, are shit. It’s perfect. I’ve set it up so that whenever he calls for his “third listing,” we’ll be ready to step in and start wishboning his ass.” I smiled, admiring the pride radiating off Matt. As he explained his plan, his dick grew hard, leaking pre-cum. “I’ve always seen myself as a devious fucker,” I told him, “but I’ve got to admit that this plan is significantly more layered than anything I’ve ever done.” “And we aren’t just doing it for ourselves,” Matt said. “If we can get to Senator White, we can expose him for who he really is and remove his toxicity through our own toxicity. He’ll no longer be able to corrupt once we’ve corrupted him.” “That,” I added, “or he’ll manage to fuck all the other men in his party, giving us a sizeable legion of men to our cause.” “It’s a win-win,” Matt said. “Now, all we have to do is sit back and wait.” I stepped forward, grabbed Matt’s dick and squeezed. “Until then. Let’s get reacquainted.” __ Three Days Later I opened the briefcase, revealing a ball gag, a flog, three harnesses, a collar, and a leash. Senator White looked up at Matt and I and smiled. Welcome to the “third listing,” I thought. Matt and I had been briefed on what Senator White liked and didn’t like by Matt’s man within Pidyn Corp. We knew what he expected, but we also knew when we’d turn the tables and make the night our own. For the time being, we’d have our fun, but once the moment came, we were prepared to make our move and compete for the senator’s time. “It’s time, sir,” I said, taking the gag out of the briefcase. “Open.” “About damn time,” Senator White said, stepping forward and opening his mouth. I slipped the ball inside his mouth, Matt stepping behind him and strapping it tightly in place. I ran my hands along the straps that ran over his cheeks, feeling his beard beneath. He was a handsome man. I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t change and simply accept the type of man he was. Normally, my fucking was done with a selfish intent, but now, I’d be using my dick to punish a man who punished the very men he fucked over. Karma, I suppose. “I believe it’s time to relocate, sir,” Matt said, leaning down and whispering in the man’s ear. He licked his ear and then playfully bit, causing Senator White to shudder. “Will you come willingly, or should we attach the leash now?” Senator White shook his head, his eyes showing the hunger he had for us. He brought us back to his bedroom where I spread the briefcase’s contents out on the bed. As I did so, I admired the room’s contents. It was a nice room, proving he had money. I knew this apartment to be only one of his residences; if I managed to claim him, I’d definitely look into making this one of my stops whenever traveling across the country. After all, I didn’t just fuck men for their time; it was also good to have men who served me. “Time to strip down,” I said, taking the flog in hand. “We need to get sir looking his best.” Matt grabbed the man’s suitcoat and pulled it off his body with force, catching the senator off guard. I watched intently, moving my fingers through the flog’s lashes. Senator White’s eyes were wide, but he wasn’t afraid. I saw in him a desire to be controlled, to be pushed beyond the limits he previously knew. “And this tie,” I said, stepping forward and moving my hand up his chest, pulling the tie into my grasp. “I think we’ll find use for this.” I slipped it off his neck, noticing the man’s Adam’s apple quiver. “Nervous?” The senator shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly. He was definitely going to be one of ours by the end of the night. There was no chance for escape. Matt grabbed his shirt and tore it off, buttons flying across the room, shocking the senator and creating a sudden fear in his eyes. I reached out and grabbed his face, holding his gaze steady. My eyes focused on his, commanding him to pay attention. “However you’ve been treated before, sir, will pale in comparison to what we will do with you tonight. You are a rich, powerful man. For tonight, we will take control. Do you understand, sir?” Senator White’s eyes remained wide as he studied my face, starting full of fear, then anger, then lust. His chest was heaving with the excitement of the moment. “That’s good, sir,” I said, releasing his face. Matt pulled off his undershirt, revealing a strong, hairy chest on which there were already small tattoos present. One appeared to be the letters of whatever fraternity house he had been a member of in college. Another was of handwriting, spelling the name “Tess.” “Who was Tess?” I asked, tossing the flog onto the bed and grabbing one of the harnesses. It was a bulldog harness, leaving two chain harnesses for Matt and me. “An ex-girlfriend? Your first time?” Matt managed to secure the harness over the senator’s chest while I crouched down and faced the man’s bulging crotch. I ran my hand along it, feeling his size. He was impressive. I undid his belt and dropped it on the floor before unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling the zipper down, my eyes set on the senator’s eyes which looked down at me with a strong desire. “Are you aching?” I asked, grabbing his belt loops and pulling his pants down. “Do you want me to suck you off?” Senator White nodded his head, almost pleading for me to ease his ache. I left his pants around his ankles and cupped his bulge, feeling his balls which moved under my touch. “I would, but I’m a traditional top. The only cock being sucked is my own.” I stood up and faced him. I ran my hand across his face, tapping a finger on the ball within his mouth. “I don’t think you’ll manage to suck any dick with that in your mouth, but that’s alright. We aren’t here for you to suck cock, are we?” Senator White shook his head, his hands reaching forward and grabbing his crotch. “I think we’re ready,” Matt said. “Good.” I stepped back from the senator and looked him over. A large wet spot was spreading across his underwear, proving him to be desperate for our touch. “Kneel on the ground.” As the senator kneeled down, Matt and I removed our suitcoats and our shirts, making sure to display our strong, dominant bodies to the man who was on the ground looking like a dog waiting for a treat. With that in mind, I grabbed the collar off the bed and pulled it around his neck, making it slightly too tight, causing the skin beneath to go red. I watched as his Adam’s apple hit against the collar, causing slight discomfort. I smiled. “Looks like we’ve got a good dog on our hands,” Matt said, revealing his naked body. Since his tattoo was on his back, it was easier for him to hide his toxicity, but he managed to keep his back out of sight. “I think he needs to go for a little walk before we start.” As Matt attached the leash, I stripped the remainder of my clothes, pulling on an added piece of attire not supplied by Pidyn. Matt had given me a leather band to wear around my arm, hiding enough of my tattoo to keep the senator ignorant. Pidyn tested their workers for diseases, meaning their clients could trust on a clean fuck, but since we’d wormed our way into the session, we knew Senator White wouldn’t suspect anything as long as we were careful. I pulled the band on while the senator was distracted, Matt walking him around the room like a dog. “I don’t want to see you behind me,” Matt said, pushing the man forward as he crawled across the floor. He looked at me and winked. “Are we ready?” “We are,” I said, my leather band secured along with my chain harness. Senator White turned as he crawled along the floor, seeing my full naked form for the first time. His eyes grew wide as he saw my hardening cock which was starting to drip precum. While I would normally have his nose buried in my pubic hair, breathing me in and tasting my pre, it would create an advantage over Matt. We agreed to play fair, though I knew my thick, monster of a cock was already giving me an edge over Matt as this pathetic man was already desiring me and what I’d give him. “Crawl to me,” I said, pointing down on the ground with one hand while my other grabbed the flog. The senator moved forward, eyes following me as I walked around him, letting the lashes run over his naked back. “Has someone been bad?” Senator White nodded, moaning through the gag. Matt smiled at me, tightening his grip on the leash, pulling the man’s head and neck back, arching his back. As he did so, I brought the flog down, whipping the senator’s back. “GAH!” the senator cried, shaking slightly from the sting. For a moment, I was worried that my enthusiasm had gotten the better of me, but I saw the man look back at us and nod his head, urging us to continue. “Do you want more?” Senator White nodded. I brought it down again, causing his back to grow red with each lashing. I wouldn’t draw blood, but I would make sure he’d feel the impact for days after. Then again, he’d be feeling the impact of that night regardless. Matt and I took turns torturing the man who spoke out against us on the news but then submitted to us in the bedroom. I found my cock aching from how hard I was watching this man suffer, but I also knew that he was getting pleasure out of our punishment. We needed to make this man pay, and that time was fast approaching. “Have you had enough?” I asked, watching Matt bring the flog down again, the leash held tight in his other hand. I stepped down on the senator’s hands, my balls pressed against the man’s forehead. The man moaned something we couldn’t understand, but Matt and I knew our time had finally come. Let the games begin.

Part 8 Senator Gregory White (2013) “We can’t continue allowing people like this to influence the younger generation,” I said, staring down the reporter. She was smiling at me, her eyes focused on mine when she wasn’t looking me over. She had large eyes, expressive. I was wondering what I could get them to express if given the chance. “Elaborate,” she said, emphasizing her lips as she spoke, almost pouting. It’s as if she was trying to make me imagine what her lips would feel like on mine. Though, that’s not where I’d want her lips to go. “The people of Virginia don’t want their children to be interacting with people who are, forgive the word, predators.” “Are you saying that you believe members of the LGBTQIA+ community, specifically gay men, to be predators, Senator White?” “I believe that there are individuals my voters are afraid of having around their children,” I explained. “There are dangers my constituents are aware of when it comes to the gay community, and I’m here to make sure your viewers are made to understand this.” “And you stand by these opinions even though you’re receiving significant backlash.” “I’m a strong man,” I told her, smirking. “I’m not easily knocked down just because someone pushes back. I’m working to get our society back to normal.” “And by that you mean the whole husband and wife scenario? Having 2.5 kids, the white fence, the perfect house with the front yard?” “I mean having what America has always seen as being suitable,” I told her. “And by that, you mean normal?” “For the lack of a better word.” “You aren’t married, though, are you Senator White?” she asked. “Not as of yet,” I said, smiling. Knowing the camera was only focused on my face, I reached my hand down to my crotch and gently rubbed over my growing bulge, making sure the reporter would see. “I’m too busy making sure I’m able to act as the voice of the people, but I always make sure to make time for what is important.” “And with that,” she said, “I thank you, Senator White, for giving us your time. Until tomorrow night, I am Jessica Latmore. Goodnight.” “And we’re clear,” a voice on the other side of the bright lights said. I could hear commotion around us as Jessica handed off her tablet to an assistant. “That went well,” I said. “If you say so, Senator.” “I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure about you interviewing me instead of Chester Reeves, but you managed to do well enough.” She stared at me, a brow raised. “Did I? Well, I’m so glad you think so.” “Don’t worry that you’re not as quick on your feet as Chester. You’ll get there over time. I’ll remind you, interviewing political figures like myself isn’t always easy.” “And I would like to remind you,” she said, her tone shifting, “that you were the one who brought up the gay community, not me.” “Why say that?” “So that when your team starts telling you that your numbers are dropping and you’re getting a ton more hate-mail than usual, you can’t blame me for making you say anything you didn’t want to say. You did that all on your own.” “I just tell it like it is,” I told her, moving forward in my seat, my bulge hanging over the edge, more pronounced. I could see her eyes looking down at it, analyzing. “I find people like that about me. Don’t you?” “As a matter of fact,” she said, “my girlfriend and I don’t care for you at all.” She stood up and walked off the set, leaving me sitting alone as the lights were dimmed. __ “I don’t want that bitch ever interviewing me again, do you understand?” “I understand,” my assistant said, typing on his tablet. We sat in a black SUV, heading to my apartment. My face felt warm, my pulse quick, as my anger after the interview had failed to diminish. After leaving the set, I went back to the dressing room they had given me, threw a dish of peanuts at the wall, turned over the coffee table, and stormed out with my assistant running after me. “It’s unprofessional the way she talked to me,” I shouted, kicking the seat in front of me. “And who the fuck has a dyke interview a Republican Senator? What the fuck? I mean, you don’t send a vegan to interview about a barbeque competition.” “I’ll speak to someone about it, sir.” “You better,” I spat. “This is the kind of shit that gets people fired. Understand?” I leaned back in my seat, my hand moving down to my crotch which had long ago gone flaccid. There was a slight pain in my balls which was driving me insane. The reporter had knowingly gotten me hard just so that I’d be stuck here with blue balls. At the same time, the pain was radiating down to my asshole, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Every time the driver hit a manhole, I felt my manhole tighten and my body shiver from the sensation. Fuck, not again. Why did this happen every time an interview went to hell? “What do I have tomorrow?” “You have a meeting with—” “Cancel it.” “But, sir—” “I said, fucking cancel it. I need the rest of the night off, and I don’t want you disturbing me until Thursday. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir.” “Good.” The car pulled up to my apartment and I got out before my assistant could fuck anything else up for me. I’d fire him soon. I only hired him because I fucked his wife and felt guilty about it. That guilt didn’t last long, but I hadn’t found the time to fire him just yet. The fiasco with the lesbian reporter would do the trick. I’m sure it’ll be easy to make it his fault. “Good evening, Senator White,” the residential concierge said. I nodded to him. I knew his name once, but I couldn’t remember it now as I stormed through the lobby and entered the elevator. They seemed to switch men every few months, and I had enough trouble remembering the names of the people who worked for me. I closed my eyes as the elevator rose, trying to calm myself, suddenly seeing before me the reporter’s full lips. I couldn’t believe someone as hot as the reporter would rather eat out a pussy than suck a dick. Then again, the idea of the reporter having her head squeezed between the tight thighs of another woman did get me hard again. My hand reached down and started massaging my bulge, my fingers moving down further to my balls. Fuck. I could still feel the throbbing ache in my ass, the ache which arose only once in a while, especially as things went to hell. During every election period, I found this ache revealing itself again, almost taking control. Normally, I could fuck my way through the ache, let my cock manage the burning which flooded my body, but, every once in a while, there was only one thing I could do to satisfy this… desire. “This is Charles the concierge,” the voice said over my phone. That’s right. His name is Charles. “Yeah, Charles, this is Senator White in 8D.” I entered my apartment, locking the door. “I’m calling just to let you know that I’ll be having some visitors tonight. They work for my campaign, but they’ll need to be let in through the building’s private access. They’ll be coming up through the secondary elevator. Discretion will be key.” “Of course, sir,” Charles said. I turned off my phone and entered my bedroom where I stashed my one phone in a locked desk drawer. From it, I removed another phone, entered a code, and searched through my contacts. The ache was growing stronger, causing me to scroll through my information with one hand while my other hand ran over my clothed body, feeling my hardening cock, my swelling balls, and my nipples which were visible through my dress shirt. I found the contact and hit send. “Pidyn Corp,” a voice said. “May I have your identification number?” “382533,” I said. There was a pause before the voice said, “Welcome, platinum member. How may I help you?” “I need my third listing provided for tonight,” I said, pouring myself a glass of whiskey which I shot back. “I need them here within the next hour. Standard protocols are to be followed.” “Of course, sir,” the voice said. “We’ll charge accordingly. Anything else I can do?” “Yeah, make that thirty minutes.” I ended the call and shot back more whiskey, allowing the burning in my throat to course throughout my body. Everything inside me was screaming to be released, the hibernating animal that I kept hidden clawing its way out. Fuck, I needed this. I needed everything. I paced throughout my apartment as I waited, turning on the television to calm myself. “Reports are showing Senator White’s approval rating is starting to fall since his hateful comments concerning the LGBT community have grown more frequent,” the news anchor said, my face smiling in the picture next to him. “While many Virginian voters do support the conservative politician’s stance on the economic crisis, his comments concerning sexual identity have been found to be critical and out of touch with the current political climate.” I hit the mute button, watching as the reporter kept speaking, watching his lips as they moved, admiring them as they puckered to say the “wh” in White. They were even better lips than the reporter from earlier, and I found the aching inside me pulse from the mere sight of him. There was a ping from the phone I had used to call the service, alerting me that my “delivery” had arrived and was on its way up. I finished another drink and went to my door, reaching it as a knocking filled the apartment. Fuck, could they be any louder? I opened the door to find two men standing before me, both in suits, both looking as if they were men who, like me, worked in an office or in a position of actual power. They looked like the men I encountered every day, the men who held power, who thrived on imposing their wills on others. “May we come in, sir?” the one man asked. “We have a delivery for you.” “What is it?” I asked, waiting for the response I’d decided upon within this scenario. “It’s the Apollo Package, sir,” the one man said, slightly puffing out his chest. “It’s urgent that we make this delivery in private.” “Of course,” I said, satisfied. I stepped to the side and let them pass, admiring them as they went by. This service had sent over all types of men for me in the past, ranging in fitness levels, height, hairiness, and even accents. These two men I found to be the sexiest men I’d ever been sent. Both were taller than I was, with broad shoulders and, from what I could see, fit bodies that filled out their suits nicely. Impressive bulges were noticeable in their pants, one more than the other. The man with the larger bulge held a briefcase in his hand, and I admired the veins I could see under the skin, running down to larger, strong fingers that gripped the handle tightly. My cock jumped at the sight of him. “You have everything needed?” I asked, eyes on the briefcase. “We have everything you’ll need tonight,” the one man said. “We’re sure of it, sir.” Both men exchanged looks, smiling. “What are your names?” I asked. “Well, Senator White,” the one man said, “To keep with your identity, I am Mr. Gray, and he is Mr. Green.” “No,” I interjected. “I’m not looking for the fake, fucking names they give you to sound exotic and shit. What are your actual names.” Both men exchanged glances, smiling. “I’m Matt,” the one man said. “This is Hunter.” Hunter, the man holding the briefcase, was staring at me, a slight smile turning his lips. I loved the way he was looking at me, a look I’d given the bitch reporter before she blew her chances. I could see that he wanted me, and my hardening bulge proved I wanted them both, but especially him. “You’re both experienced in what I require?” I asked them. “Along with the required discretion?” “We’ve been briefed, sir,” Matt said, “concerning your desired… debriefing.” “Good,” I said. “Well, let’s get started.” Hunter nodded and opened the briefcase.

Number 2, but sometimes number 1 and 3. For me, I find the orgasm can be ruined if I stop pumping as I'm cumming.

I hope whoever the other candidate is finds someone just as twisted (or even more so) than Sir Doug. Maybe that Master gets them together to do something REALLY twisted.

I'm interested, but does it ACTUALLY work? I'd want to get my foreskin back because it does add sensations you don't get without it, but this wouldn't manage something like that, right?

I've hit some MAJOR writer's block as of late. Originally, Kansas man was meant to be a paragraph long, but I found myself excited to ruin his life in depth. I feel like I keep getting more and more explicit in what men like Hunter are doing, showing how "evil" he really is. I just don't want to go too far and get the story blocked or something.

Part 7 Hunter: July 2013 My tattoo looked darker on my skin than before. I knew it was probably a trick of the light or just my imagination, but I still took notice. It almost seemed as if it was coming back darker each time. The points of the biohazard symbol looked sharper, deadlier, as if they were the tails of scorpions ready to strike. Normally, while the idea of my tattoo striking fear could get me off, it was creating some panic. Soon, it would take even longer for the symbol to fade, meaning there was more of a risk of my prey seeing the mark before I claimed them. The last slut I had marked for the purpose of removing my tattoo was three years ago, and I estimated that he had “relinquished” a considerable amount of his “time” to me, but my tattoo still showed up earlier than I anticipated. I considered going to a poz-friendly club where men would beg me to infect them and their lives, but it just didn’t work the same. I was finding that men who wanted my strain, even if they didn’t know just how special it was, barely gave me any time. It only worked on men who were ignorant of my intentions, making the sacrifice even more powerful. I had decided to travel that summer, spreading my cum wherever I could, hoping to gain some time and to amass a few followers to my cause. I still felt the time my previous fucks were collecting for me, their work on my behalf giving me some time, but it was nothing like the strength I gained when I fucked a man myself. While it wasn’t normally hard for me to get men to fuck, my hairy, tall, sexy body a weakness for anyone I met, I found myself struggling as all I could think about was my tattoo. I had always known that sooner or later the time I took wouldn’t equate to the time I could use, but it seemed as if the years I took were no longer feeling like years. They weren’t even months at times. They felt like days depending on the guy, meaning what I took was practically useless, making the result of the fuck bad for me… though not as bad as it would eventually be for him. The last guy I fucked, as I journeyed across the country, was from Kansas. He was a married farmer who was closeted, out at a gay bar two towns over from where he lived with his wife and four kids (three daughters and a son). I hadn’t even entered the bar with the purpose of fucking anyone, but I’m not the kind of man who turns down an easy fuck when it should happen to cross my path. I am a hunter after all. I saw him with his baseball cap pulled down over his face, trying to hide in case someone noticed and recognized him. Seeing that fear, I pounced. I think he said his name was Craig or Collin or something. I wasn’t listening as he spoke; I was just looking him over, admiring the strong body he had created from years of hard, manual labor. I was feeling good about the time I’d get from him, hoping his hard work had created an expected long life. I felt in him a desperation, a desire to try something he knew was wrong but couldn’t say “no” to. Even with my game being off, it took little effort for him to become mine. I smiled at him, told him how much I loved guys with rough hands like his and weathered faces, and I then ran my hand over his ass, feeling the muscle beneath. “I can’t wait to get inside this,” I whispered to him, running my hands over his ass. “Well, I…” he started, his face growing red. “I’ve never… you know… been with a guy like that.” “Never?” I asked, unable to care. He shook his head. “I’ve only ever been with my wife.” “Don’t worry,” I told him, getting my body closer to his, allowing the heat between us to fuel the fire he already had burning inside him. “I’ll be gentle.” He didn’t want to go to a motel because all he had was his credit card, and his wife took care of the bills. I told him I was tapped out, but I also had no intention of paying for a room to fuck his life away. Instead, we went to his truck, drove out to an empty field, threw down a blanket his wife had made him in the truck’s bed, and I fucked his virgin ass as if he was a cumdump. “You said you’d go slow,” he moaned, his arms shaking as he tried to remain on all fours, his naked body shaking slightly in the breezy summer air. “I am,” I told him, grabbing his shoulders. “You just need to relax.” Turns out he was a screamer, and going out to a field had been a good idea as he cried out each time I rammed my enormous cock into his hole. I was pretty sure he was bleeding from the force behind each thrust. Still, even with the pain, my constant pounding on his prostate was sending him into a wild state. Since it was dark, I removed my shirt, unafraid that he would see my tattoo. Besides, he wanted my cock so badly now, I doubt he would have run away even if he had seen it. “How’s that feel?” I asked, not really caring what he would say. “Fucking incredible,” he cried. “Best fuck I’ve ever had.” Little did he know that this would be the start of the twisted sex he’d become addicted to for the rest of his shortened life. If he stayed here once I was done with him, there would only be a limited amount of men available to him. There was the possibility that he'd fuck every guy in the county, meaning I'd own every man and their time. Fuck, that got me hard. “Holy fuck,” he said, gasping for breath, “my dick is leaking so much cum!” “About time,” I said, our heartbeats only a moment away from syncing. “I guess I’ll have to wash the blanket before my wife sees it.” He laughed and moaned, my pace quickening, the time nearly there. “Don’t want her asking any questions, you know.” “I don’t think you’ll care,” I told him, shoving my dick as hard as I could into his married hole, our heartbeats finally synced. He threw his head back, eyes staring up at the stars, vacant of any sign of the man who had been concerned over his wife’s cum-covered blanket. “Who do you belong to?” I growled, our heartbeat quickening, my desire to shoot my load, claim his years, and fuck off pushing my pace. “You,” he said. “Does your dick belong to your wife?” “No.” “Does it belong to you?” “No.” “Who does your dick belong to?” “You.” “And whose toxic cum is churning now inside your balls?” “Your cum.” “And who won’t be having any more brats running around after this?” “I won’t.” “And whose life am I taking in replace of gifting you with my potent cum?” The man’s eyes looked down and focused on a picture hanging from the rearview mirror, that of his kids and his wife. “My life,” he said. “Then fucking give it to me you cheating piece of shit.” I grabbed his throat and turned his head back up to the sky, taking in the void of the night and the void which would become his existence. In that moment, I saw him watching his kids grow up, graduating from school and leaving their home. I saw him walking each of his daughters down the aisles of their weddings while handing over his farm to his son who would grow up to be just as strong as him. I saw him growing old with his wife, admiring the life they had made and the love they shared. I saw him reflecting on his life and how he had remained true to his wife, never cheating or faltering in his love for her. I saw it all… and then I saw it all disappear into the black sky. Now, he’d lose his family and his farm, spending the rest of his life selling his body at bars just like the one I found him at. He’d use the money to buy alcohol to numb some of the pain of losing his life so that I could gain a few extra days of mine. I came extra hard seeing the smiling faces of his daughters at their weddings, watching as they faded and I could feel within this married man the pain of losing these moments because of one careless night with a stranger. I felt his heart breaking, knowing he’d never hand over his farm to his son, instead becoming someone his son will be ashamed of. I saw his wife leaving him, seeing someone she hardly knew, knowing he had broken their wedding vows. Everything he was losing was getting me off, and I loved how horny it made me feel knowing I was the reason he was losing it all. My dick was fucking this man's life up. He collapsed on the blanket, his body shuddering from his changing balls which were now transforming themselves into mirror copies of my own. I cleaned my dick off on the blanket, leaving the man passed out in the truck’s bed. I drove it back to the bar to get my car, leaving him exposed naked and covered in cum. I took the photo of his family from off the rearview mirror and drenched it in the puddle of cum I had fucked out of him, the same cum which had made his four children. “This is what you gave up,” I told his unconscious body, sticking the photograph to his forehead so the first thing he’d see when he woke up would be the cum-covered photo of the family he betrayed and now lost. “And all of it so you could shoot out one last worthless load.” On his ass I could see his own biohazard tattoo vibrant on his skin. It looked good on him. As I drove away, I thought of him maybe one day filming himself and posting it online, using his old job as a farmer as a fetish category. People loved seeing rugged farmers fucking other men. It’s like they were acting opposite to what they were meant to do in Middle America. Fuck it. If you want to fuck a dick, you should fuck a fucking dick, especially if it’s mine. I reached Virginia where a friend of mine, Matt, lived, a fellow breeder with the same abilities as mine. Matt was a bottom who used the negative cum of men to fuel his youth. Since we couldn’t steal time from each other, we’d spend hours fucking whenever we got together. That, or we’d play a little game of wishbone and see who would end up the winner. We’d find a guy and make him our Lucky Pierre. Neither Matt or I would know who would be claiming the guy until the end and one of our hearts synced with the man. It was a fun game, and neither of us got upset if we weren’t the one to win. We still got to fuck. We’d do this a few times when we were together, and I was sure we’d be doing it as soon as I arrived. “You’re looking good,” he told me, welcoming me into his apartment. Matt was naked, as he usually was, showing off his strong, lean body. Matt was hairless and sported a thin waist. His cock, though not as big as mine, was still decent and could shoot buckets worth of cum across the room. His tattoo was on the back of his neck, meaning he could hide it if he fucked missionary or cowboy. From what I could see, his tattoo was nearly gone. “I’ve been better,” I told him, looking at my own tattoo which had faded somewhat since Kansas. It wasn’t nearly as much as I would have hoped “I think we’ll be able to find someone for you while you’re here,” he said. “Multiple,” I said. “My last didn’t do as much damage as I’d expected.” “Who was he?” “Married farmer,” I told him. “Wife and four kids.” “Sounds hot.” “I fucked him on his wife’s blanket in the bed of his truck in a field.” “What did you see?” “His daughters getting married; his son inheriting his farm; him and his wife growing old together.” “Fuck,” Matt said, his dick getting hard. “That’s better than my last one. I thought he had been a score, but it turns out he was a loner with hardly any connections. Sure, I got some good time out of him, but it felt like nothing. I barely blew a load.” “I came hard,” I told him. “Still, it wasn’t enough.” “Speaking of which,” Matt said, still sporting a semi, “seeing as it is tradition, I think I’ve found someone for our usual wishboning.” “It better not be some twink again,” I told him. “I know you love them, but they barely get me hard.” “He’s much better than a twink,” Matt said, smiling. “He’ll be one for the record books.”

There have been studies showing a connection when it comes to fingers, though it isn't an absolute. Not so much with big hands. They say it's a ratio thing... "First it was your feet, then it was your nose, now it's your index finger? According to a 2011 study, the length of your index finger could be a solid predictor of penis size. According to the Asian Journal of Andrology, having a shorter index finger compared to your ring finger could mean you have a bigger penis. This is known as the second to fourth digit ratio, or the 2D-4D ration, explains Dr. Karan Raj, a surgeon with National Health Service in the UK and a popular medical TikToker with over 4.4 million followers." This is from Men's Health. Still, there will be guys with big hands and small dicks and guys with small hands and big dicks. Sometimes, there is no way of knowing until you've got his pants down and his cock hard.

This video is one I come (cum) back to over and over again. Without the suit, it would be hot, but with the suit, it's even better. Connected with what the guy says in the video, imagine a ton of guys from Mad Men fucking each other or cruising. Incredible. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/he-shows-us-his-new-suits-and-he-like-to-jerk-off-8773657

The first picture I'm almost 100% sure is of a father and son because they do look alike. I'm torn with the second picture. I've seen the video, and while they do banter as if they know each other, they don't look anything alike. Does anyone know about the "father and son" in the second picture? Are they actually related?

I'm curious if anyone else has a suit and tie fetish. I love seeing pictures of men in suits. Part of it is the professionalism of how they're dressed, creating the idea that they are important men holding power. Another part of it is the mystery of what is beneath the suit. Suits often don't give much away, but a tailored suit hugs a man's body the right way. When they start to strip it all off, opening the dress pants and pulling out their swelling cocks, I'm in awe. I love seeing their white dress shirts opening, revealing hair chests beneath. I don't care if they're in their offices or if they're at a wedding, I just love seeing hot men in suits. Even a tie is hot, especially after the man has started to strip down, leaving nothing but the tie. If he's getting fucked, the other man can use it almost like a leash, pulling back on it to assert dominance. Even if the man is still fully dressed, seeing a tie covered in cum is incredibly sexy. Seeing a suit covered in cum is sexy. Suits aren't cheap, and if a man cums on your suit, he's really marking you. Does anyone else have this fetish? Where and when did this fetish come about for you? Does anyone have any pictures of hot men in suits that they'd like to share? Videos?

I'm not exactly a cocksucker in the sense you're probably thinking, but I will throw a comment into the mix. A 5 1/2 to 6 inch cock is technically the average cock size of men, though it does vary according to country. I'm only mentioning this to help guys who struggle with size envy or size anxiety. Now, moving beyond that, from what I know from friends who consider themselves veracious cocksuckers, they like a cock between 7-9 inches. Every guy is different though with what he can handle. Watch any porn video you want to see that.

Part 38: Peter Puts a Ring on It (Will's Perspective) “What the fuck!” I moaned, grabbing Dom’s wrist to stop him. “Too much?” he asked. I was straddling Dom, his engorged cock in my ass, pressing into my prostate, as he slid a sounding rod into my urethra. For weeks he had been trying to convince me to try sounding, something which looked hot in porn but had petrified me in real life. Dom had found me jerking off to porn several times in which a man was strapped down on a table, unable to move, as another man slid the rod deep into the penis, causing the man to scream out in pleasure. Or, at least, that’s what I believed… “You’ve come this far,” he had told me days ago when he had shown me the tools he had borrowed from a friend. “Why not go a bit further?” Sure, I had allowed a poz man to fuck me and infect my body. Sure, we dabbled with watersports and I had grown in my appreciation for tasting his morning golden showers, though not as much as Pastor Kline who drank it all down. Yes, I had fucked my brother and my new doctor, helped two men in my church cheat on their wives, helped one of them fuck his student while the other fucked his son, and, all the while, I managed to keep it all a secret. But the idea of shoving a piece of metal into my cock made my skin crawl now that I was given the chance to try it. Still, he had convinced me. “It fucking burns,” I told him, feeling my cock pushing the rod out even as Dom’s hand tried to push it deeper in. “It’s going to burn,” he said. “Then you shove it in your own dick,” I told him, knocking his hand away and pulling the rod out of my cock. “Fuck. How does anyone find this enjoyable?” Dom took the metal rod and licked it where it had, only moments ago, been deep inside my urethra. “It looked hot.” “Then get either Peter or Pastor Kline addicted to it, because I don’t think I’ll ever be doing that again.” “How about a catheter?” “Only if I’m eighty.” Dom ran his hands over my body, squeezing my nipples as I rode his cock, impaling myself on his huge member. “Fuck, I’ve missed fucking you,” he said. “You fucked me last night,” I reminded him. “You were fucking Peter while I fucked you from behind,” Dom corrected. “I mean just the two of us.” “Without metal shoved up my cock,” I countered, my breath momentarily fucked out of my body as Dom slammed his dick against my prostate. “Peter’s getting his tattoo tomorrow,” Dom said, his breathing strained as I caused the bed to slam against the wall. “And he’s got another little surprise.” “What surprise?” I asked, pumping my cock with one hand while I reached back and grabbed Dom’s balls, squeezing them tight. “I’m not allowed to say,” he told me. “He wants you, Dr. Wade, and Pastor Kline to be there. That’s all I’m allowed to say.” “I’ll shove that rod back in my dick if you’ll tell me,” I teased, squeezing his balls even tighter. Dom growled, his own grip on my nipples tightening, causing a gasp from me. “I’ll get that rod back in your cock someday,” he said, smiling. “Just you wait and see.” __ I’d come in early with Dom to the tattoo parlor, wanting to make sure I was there for when Peter got his biohazard tattoo. I didn’t know where he was getting it or what the extra surprise was, but I wanted to be there for the whole journey. It had turned into a guessing game amongst us all, wondering where the tattoo would go and what Peter had waiting for us. Each of us took turns either fucking Peter or getting fucked by him, hoping, during the moment of orgasm, we’d be able to extract the secret along with his fountain of toxic jizz. “We’re still early,” Dom said, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his body, kissing my neck and sending chills down my spine. “Do you want another tattoo while we wait?” “Any suggestions?” I asked. “We can start in on your own tally marks,” he said, running his palm along my arm. “No,” I told him, grabbing his arm and running my fingers along the marks showing every man he had managed to poz. “Any man I poz isn’t just mine,” I said. “I wouldn’t be here without you. My gift is from you. If anyone deserves those marks, it’s you.” Dom and I stared at his arm, admiring the tattoos which adorned his body. “But I don’t want any tally mark after yours,” he said, pressing his thumb against his fiftieth mark. My mark. “You’re my final conquest, so to speak.” “Why?” I asked, turning to face him, staring into the eyes that had once haunted me, which had, and still did, frighten me when I saw his animalistic desire start to surface. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever met, and all I wanted to do was stare at the face of the man who had changed me. “Is it because you managed to take an innocent, straight pastor and turn him into a deviant, gay, poz fucker?” “No,” he said, smiling down at me. “It’s because every one of these men was someone to fuck and leave behind. They were all men who I wanted for their holes, to fuck up their lives, and to move on from. That’s who they all were.” “Even Dr. Wade?” “Every poz man needs a good doctor,” he laughed. “With you, when I met you, I saw a man living a lie. I knew there was a darkness hiding in you, and that’s all I wanted to find. I wanted to fuck you, to poz you, and then watch as I turned a good, religious man into a perverted fucker.” “Which you did,” I said, moving my hand down to his crotch, feeling his cock slithering down his pants leg. “You’re more than that,” he said. “I’ve never met a man I didn’t want to leave behind. There were so many times I tried to convince myself to walk away, to step back and let you be nothing more than a tally mark on my arm, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to do it.” I stared at him, looking beyond the tough exterior and the man I knew to be a toxic fucker, and I found myself staring into the eyes of someone who truly meant what he was saying. He wasn’t saying this to get me off or himself. This wasn’t a cheesy line from porn. He was telling the truth. My hand fell from his crotch and rested on his leg. “I love you,” he said, his voice low, quiet. I found myself drawn to him, pulled into his body, needing to be closer to him than ever before. I moved up and kissed him, trying to tangle us together so tightly that no one could separate us. “Am I interrupting?” Dom and I broke our kiss, finding Peter standing a few feet away. “Sorry,” I said, taking a step back, giving Dom and me the space to collect ourselves. “I’m good for a show before the main event,” Peter said, already stripping his shirt off. “Anything with you two is ideal for me.” “While I’m sure Will and I would love to entertain you,” Dom said, winking at me, “We better get your tattoo started so we’re ready for when everyone else shows up.” “Where are you getting your tattoo?” I asked, following them back to the space Dom had set aside for special clients. “Well, I’ve gone back and forth on that,” Peter said, now down to only his underwear. “Not wanting my wife to see it limited my choices, but now, I could have it tattooed on my face if I fucking wanted.” “Don’t,” Dom and I both said. “Not to worry,” Peter said, taking off his underwear which he flung at my face, managing to get the pouch right over my nose. His underwear was always covered in cum stains. “I want any man who I fuck or who fucks me to know the type of man I truly am. So, taking inspiration,” he motioned to Dom,” I want my tattoo right above my cock.” “Good choice,” Dom said, opening draws and pulling out a can of shaving cream and a razor. “Shave off your pubes, and we’ll get started.” “I’ve never been more excited to shave in my entire life,” Peter said, taking the can and razor and running off to the bathroom. I watched as Dom started getting things ready, admiring his hands, remembering how he had just held me moments ago, how his hands had touched every inch of my body, how his hands had tattooed my own biohazard symbol on my chest months before, how his hands had guided me the first time I had ever been intimate with another person, and how his hand had reached out to shake my own the day we had met. “I love you, too,” I said. Dom stopped, looked back at me, and smiled. I kept close to Dom’s side throughout Peter’s ceremony of being marked a poz man. The tattoo looked great on his pelvis, drawing the eye down to his gifted cock. I held Peter’s hand as he tried not to scream the closer the tattoo gun got to his dick. After several hours, the tattoo was done and bandaged. “I have no fucking idea how you’ve managed to get so many,” Peter said to Dom, still on the table naked, his sweaty body recovering. “I wouldn’t want to get any more tally marks if I were you.” “Don’t worry,” Dom said, looking at me. “I won’t be.” “Has the show started?” Dr. Wade called, entering back with Pastor Kline, Lewis, and Jay behind him. “You’re just in time,” Peter said. “I didn’t know you were coming,” I told Jay, hugging him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said. “I was there when this guy got the idea of leaving his wife fucked into him.” “And what a fuck it was,” Peter said. “How are you, Lewis?” “I’m good,” Lewis said. “Anyone start questioning you about me, yet?” Lewis nodded. “No one knows, but I’m going crazy not being able to get fucked right now.” “The safer the better,” I reminded him. “You’ve gone this long without a cock in you. Imagine what it was like for me.” “We fixed that issue real quick,” Dom said to Lewis. “I’ll get my cock inside your tight hole real soon. Don’t worry.” “Calm your raging boner down,” I told Dom. “Lewis, if you convert and your parents find out, your dad will kill all of us.” “Or want to become like us,” Peter said. “Fuck, your dad is hot.” “Not everyone’s dad is like Pastor Kline. Not everyone secretly wants to get fucked by a poz man,” I told him, noticing a strange look pass over Pastor Kline’s face. “While I’m always happy to meet with a group of sexy men,” Dr. Wade said, eyeing up Lewis, “May I ask why we’re all here? It’s not to witness you leaving with your new tattoo, right?” “It’s not that,” Peter said, smiling. “All of you have been a part of my journey into becoming the man I am today, and I wanted you to be here for what I consider the turning point of my life.” “Your turning point wasn’t you leaving your wife?” Jay asked. “That was the start,” Peter said. “Or when we seduced you in Will’s office?” Pastor Kline added. “Or when we fucked at the school?” Lewis finished. “With this tattoo,” Peter emphasized, “I’m permanently marking myself as the man I’ve always wanted to be. But, I didn’t just want to get a tattoo. I wanted to do something more than that, something… twisted, I guess.” “Twisted how?” “Because I’m no longer shackled to my soon-to-be-ex-wife, I wanted to do something different with my wedding ring.” “Different how?” Dom and Peter exchanged a nod, Dom opening a drawer and pulling out a box which he handed to Peter. “I tried to think of the worst thing I could do to my wedding ring,” Peter said. “What could I do to represent myself fucking it as I start my new life. That’s when it hit me.” Peter opened the box, revealing a thin, golden ring inside. “Is that…” “It’s a Prince Albert ring,” Dom said, putting on a new pair of sterile gloves. “Custom made.” “It’s a ring made from my wedding ring,” Peter told us, a giant grin on his face. “That way, whenever I fuck a man’s ass, I’m fucking my wedding ring at the same time.” “It’s like you’re marrying your dick,” Jay said, admiring the ring. “So, what? Is this like a wedding of some type?” I asked. “Are we watching you get your dick pierced like we’re watching you marry your dick?” “You’re watching me become the man I’ve always wanted to be,” Peter said, watching as Dom started prepping him for the piercing. “The Peter Flanagan everyone knew before that day I fucked a student is dead. I’m a new man. I’m finally free. Alright, Dom, I’m ready. Pierce my cock with my wedding ring!” _____________________________________________________________________________ I'm a sucker for doing fucked-up shit to wedding rings, and I've never seen this done before. I hope it's an idea that scratches that perverted itch you didn't know was in your mind.

Part 37: Plans in Motion (Will's Perspective) Peter coming out as gay and leaving his wife was all anyone could talk about at church. The rumors surrounding him transformed into wild stories of meeting men in the woods, blowing businessmen from out of town, prostituting himself in every alleyway, and even pledging allegiance to some type of sex cult. Well, the last one wasn’t entirely wrong. The stories continually grew, but they never hit on the truth. No one knew, for sure, that Peter had fucked a student, let alone a student who also attended the church and whom everyone believed to be the perfect example of a young, godly man. No one knew that Peter had fucked not only another man from the church but also two of the lead pastors. No one knew that he had held an orgy at his home in order to finally convert his body into becoming what he saw to be his only purpose: to create copious amounts of poz cum to infect other men. If everyone knew the truth, I believe they would have died of shock. As I walked through the church, I saw groups huddled together, whispering about what they had heard from someone else, my ears ready to pick up on any news. No one came close to the truth beyond knowing for sure that Peter Flanagan was getting fucked by and was fucking other men. No one knew where he had gone or who he was with. For all they knew, he was halfway across the country, locked in a sex dungeon, instead of several miles away at Dr. Wade’s house. Dom, Dr. Wade, and I took shifts helping Peter through his conversion, making sure he wasn’t just hydrated but also filled with poz cum. Peter had always been exceptionally horny, but his sex drive only increased once he was poz. “We’re fucking every night,” Dr. Wade told us when Dom and I visited. We took turns fucking Peter, Dr. Wade and I both impaling ourselves on his newly poz cock to drain him of his toxic cum. “He never gets tired. Look at this.” He held up a water bottle full of an opaque liquid. “This is all the cum he shot in me just from last night. All of this.” “Why collect it?” “I asked him to,” Dom said, taking the bottle. “You know how much I like to use other men’s cum as lube.” “I remember,” I told him, smiling. “The man is a god,” Dr. Wade said, stripping and readying himself for another round of fucking. “Imagine being able to recover that quickly and to cum that much toxic cum in one night. Fuck, send him to a bathhouse, and he’d be able to poz every neg guy there in one night.” “And get himself and us caught immediately,” I reminded. No one knew how connected we were with the whole ordeal. After Peter’s confession to his wife, it hadn’t taken long for her to contact me and Pastor Kline. We agreed to meet with her in my office, hoping to counsel her. Little did she know that both Pastor Kline and I had seduced her husband in that very office, witnessing firsthand his cumming ability, making sure he would become like us. “You were meeting with him,” she had said to us, more angry than sad. “Had he said anything?” “Nothing that would have indicated this,” we lied. Then again, no one had truly believed that he would leave his wife. Sure, had talked about it when he was getting fucked, but we had all written it off as a fantasy. “I just can’t stop imagining him doing such awful things with… with… God knows who!” He certainly does, I thought, remembering us all in her house that night, fucking in every room, defiling every surface with our hot, writhing bodies, covering anything that stood still with our toxic cum. If the police ever did a sweep to find DNA, we’d all be fucked. “If we had known,” Pastor Kline said, “We would have stepped in. If your husband was struggling with his desire to sleep with men, believe me, both Pastor Ryder and I would have been there.” I gave Pastor Kline a look, warning him not to risk making those types of suggestions. Yes, it appeared as if we had managed to go unnoticed, but there was no point in creating more commotion. The sooner everyone forgot about Peter the better. “That was a close one,” Pastor Kline said as soon as Mrs. Flanagan had left. “We’re not entirely out of the woods yet,” I told him. “No one knows that Peter is still here, and no one should. They’ll be asking students at the high school if any of them knew anything about Peter. I’m sure they’ll try to find out if he had fucked any of the students.” “Why should the school get involved?” “Peter was a well-known figure in our community. Him suddenly announcing that he’s gay will definitely cause insane parents to believe that he’s been fucking students.” “Have you talked to Lewis?” I nodded. “I told him to lay low. I also told him not to fuck anyone who is poz for a while. Until he’s graduated, on his way to college, and out of his parents’ house, any conversion will create red flags.” “I told Ryan the same thing,” Pastor Kline said. “Though, I’ll admit, I do miss having my son’s thick cock shoved up my hungry ass.” “If you want a cock to fill you up, you’ve got plenty of volunteers here,” I told him, winking. “But, for now, we need to leave Ryan and Lewis out of it.” “I agree,” Pastor Kline said. I watched as he stared off into the distance, as if some thought was hanging in the air just out of reach. “Are you alright?” I asked him. “What?” he said. “Sorry. Yeah, I’m alright. It’s just a lot going on at the moment.” “We all need to keep our heads low,” I told him. “Absolutely,” he said, heading out of my office. “Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you, since we’ve been dealing with so much, I thought it would be best to try to relieve ourselves of some pressure.” “You mean…” My hand slipped down to my crotch where my cock started to get hard. Pastor Kline smiled. “No, though I’ll try to swing by tonight for some community time between you, me, and Dom. What I mean is that I reached out to some pastors that I’ve known for years, some from college, inviting them to preach for us in a few weeks. I thought it would be good to remove some of that pressure.” “Is it really smart to be bringing in strangers at a time like this?” “It’ll liven things up,” he said. “Things are already lively,” I told him. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?” “I believe so,” he said, smiling. “I think something very good will come from it.” “You’re the head pastor,” I told him. “And don’t you forget it,” he said. (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) “How long has it been?” he asked me, his voice over the phone sounding just as it had all those decades ago. Yes, there was a maturity now, the years of preaching wearing his voice down, but every word still sent chills down my spine. “Decades,” I told him, laughing. “I think I was there for an alumni lunch maybe twenty years ago.” “That’s right,” he said. “I remember now. Your wife had just had your son, right?” “That’s right,” I said. “Ryan. He’s in college now.” “It’s crazy how quickly they grow up, isn’t it?” “It is,” I told him, my hole still missing my son’s ample girth. “I can’t believe I never made the connection,” he told me. “After all these years, I can’t believe I never connected the dots.” “I didn’t either.” “Well,” he said, laughing, “that’s understandable. When we first met, I had a different last name.” “That’s true,” I told him. “Why did you change it?” “I had a major falling out with my father,” he said. “It was so bad that I couldn’t stand using the same last name as he did. So, when I started at my first church, I decided to go by my mother’s maiden name.” “Ryder,” I said, allowing the name to hang on my tongue. In that moment, I thought of all the times I had held Will’s cock on my tongue, tasting him, unaware that he was the offspring of the man I had desired for decades. “It’s always been a sore spot that my wife and I haven’t come to visit Will and see him in action, but you know how it is. It’s hard to get a Sunday off.” “That’s true,” I told him. “Though, speaking from experience, seeing Will in action is truly spectacular.” “Well, I’m excited to get the chance now that I’m retired,” he said. “And we’re excited to have you,” I said. “Now, remember, don’t mention a word to Will. I want it to be a surprise.” “My lips are sealed,” he said. “I won’t speak a word of it.” “Then we’ve got everything settled,” I told him, feeling my heart racing and my cock growing in my pants, a large pre-cum stain starting to show through. “We’ll see you our direction soon.” “That you will,” he said. “Until then.” “Goodbye, Ben,” I said, ending the call. I opened an app on my phone and looked up one of Will’s social media pages, filtering through pictures until I found the one I had been searching for. It showed Will with his family, all of them smiling at the camera. While Will always got me hard and Jay was the type of pervert who got me hot, my eyes could only focus on the man who stood behind them. Even though decades had passed and he showed his age, I found myself unable to pull my attention away from anyone but Ben Ryder. I fished my cock out of my pants and started jerking off, blowing my load all over the screen. “Until then,” I said, licking the screen. I’d had two Ryder men, but I wanted the trinity. __________________________________________________________________ I'm working to get Ben into the mix, men.

Part 37 and 38 tonight.