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Add my voice to the chorus for deep inside. Have had Tops who preferred to pull out… and I take that as an insult. 🙂

Looking for top(s) to breed and seed me before my virginity grows back. Not as young, as thin, or handsome as I once was. But I’m eager to please you. Cant host(unfortunately). Live in M15 (near Castlefield / Trafford).

I think I only made it to the Chicago Eagle once (I was a Sidetrack Ho... give me my showtunes!) but did get to Man’s Country quite a few times in my last few years in Chicago. That was where I was fucked by the biggest dick I’ve ever had (from memory... a skinny black guy with an enormous cock. I would guess he was over 10 inches but obviously didn’t measure). He choked me with his cock but I was struggling to take him. When he started manuevering to fuck me, I was terrified (he was too big I thought)... but he did a kind of corkscrew manuever and slid right in. I was in shock... and in major lust. I would have married that man... too bad I never got his name. LOL. The other thing I remember about Man’s Country is that it is one of the places that I may have been pozzed. I had lost a lot of weight and was enjoying my new attractiveness. Well, attractiveness may be the wrong word. I was still not attractive enough to get picked up at Sidetrack very often.. but I was attractive enough that people would happily fuck me in a bathhouse. I’m not sure if that was where my pozzing happened, but there were a lot of potential candidates.

Don’t know what it is… but he doesn’t do anything for me.

Thanks all who continue to read and comment. I can’t believe it’s been five years since I finished this story! Not written much recently… too much porn, poppers, and video games I guess. May have something in the works now though. Right now it would be an allegory for HIV / AIDS (no actual HIV) but will see how it develops.

Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it (and sorry again to everyone that it took me so long to finish)

It may not have gone quite to my original plan (either in terms of how the story developed as well as how long it took to tell it) but I hope it was enjoyable anyway.

So... finally!... the conclusion: ---- PART 6: REVELATIONS — Ryan: Sunday Evening — The Bird of Prey was packed this evening, the mass of bodies pushing Ryan closer to Carl. He didn’t mind. The room was hot but this man… well, he was even hotter. Carl leaned again the wall and pulled Ryan’s shoulders against his chest. His lips tasted the sweat on Ryan’s neck. And his cock, held tight in his jeans, felt like a steel bar against Ryan’s ass. He knew what Carl wanted. And he wanted it just as much. But… Carl hand reached around and started unfastening Ryan’s jeans. Ryan tilted his head back, hoping to be heard over the crowd. “You are HIV negative, right.” There was a pause. “I never said I was negative, boy.” Just loud enough for Ryan to hear over the crowd. Ryan’s heart almost stopped. He turned around quickly to face the other man. “But you said… Carl leaned forward so Ryan could hear him. “We can’t hear each other here. Come back to my place and we can talk there.” The twink nodded and let Carl steer him out of the club. — Ryan: 30 Minutes later — “Ok. I get that I could have asked it better. But you must have known what I meant.” They were sitting on Carl’s sofa. Ryan felt sick to his stomach but, strangely, Carl’s arm around his shoulder made him feel better. “Of course. But I also knew you needed help to be the slut you were born to be. So I helped.” “But… “ “Shhhh.” Carl’s finger found Ryan’s lips. “See the problem here is you are letting the prejudices of your background influence your thinking. Tell me: did it feel good to be in a bar of horny men and having them use you? Cum in you?” “But… “ Ryan started to argue but the look in Carl’s eyes quieted him down. He sighed. “Yes. It felt good. I felt free.” “Because, deep down, you know what you are. What you are born to be.” “A slut.” Ryan whispered. “A slut.” Carl agreed. “A cum dump. And that means that, sooner or later, you are going to get the bug. Again, I’m just helping things along.” Ryan said nothing. Carl’s big arm felt so good around his shoulder. He could smell the faint hint of sweat coming from the man’s armpit. It smelt so good. He just wanted to bury his face in there and lick in clean. He had to admit that he had felt so good in the nightclub. It HAD felt SO right. And, really, hadn’t he already made his decision that night? He looked down at Carl’s crotch. Hard. Waiting. Ready. He reached out his hand to rest against that bulge. “So, are you going to let me fuck your ass again? With this big, black cock? With this POZ cock?” “Yes.” Ryan’s fingers began working the black man’s zipper. Freeing his cock. “Yes what, boy?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy.” — Jared: Monday Morning — Jared groaned as he woke. Every night, more dreams. Sucking. Getting Fucked. Begging for more. Back in the park toilet, or with Hal, or with Ryan, or with one of his professors, or some guy he had seen around campus. Every morning: waking with his white briefs filled with cum from his wet dreams. He hadn’t actually been back to the toilets since that one night. It was a sin. He wanted — needed — to confess, repeat, and be morally clean. But the dreams were so intense. So amazing… He climbed out of bed walked into the bathroom, pulling down and discarding his underwear as he went. With a contented sigh he let out his morning pee… … ow! Burning. Discomfort. He glanced down. The head of his penis was covered in some sort of fluid. Kind of yellow. 
No. No. No. No! NO! He had been so good for so long. It couldn’t be. One indiscretion he told himself. Just one. It wasn’t fair! He couldn’t have an STI. Couldn’t. — Jared: Wednesday Afternoon — Jared slouched on the examination room chair. He had known what they were going to tell him. A quick internet search had confirmed his fears. But it was confirmed: both gonorrhoea and chlamydia. And they wanted him to come back in a month or so for an HIV test. Strangely, all he could think about was hoping no one had seen him come in to this clinic either to get tested on Monday afternoon or back in today for results. If anyone he knew saw him here… well… he would just die. “So. You know there are questions we have to ask.” The young man across the table said with a patient and understanding half-smile. “Do you know where you may have been exposed and contracted the infection? Particularly sex without a condom.” Jared’s face flushed red. “Yes. Last Tuesday. I met someone… well. Not met. I was… um. I didn’t plan on it. Didn’t mean it to happen.” “It’s ok. Relax. Infections like these are very common in people your age. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.” The other man paused. “Last Tuesday you say? Well. Technically that is within the window for the result to show up. But only barely. Any other sexual partners before then?” “No. Only. …” Jared scowled. “There was one other guy. He was my first.” “We need to have him come in for testing as well. It sounds like it didn’t end well. If you want, we can give you a card to mail to him to let him know.” The thought of contacting Hal made Jared want to retch. No. He wouldn’t be doing that. — Friday evening — “… and this is Carl.” When Ryan had said he wanted to introduce him to “the man in his life”, Jared had not been sure what to expect. But, whatever Jared expected, it wasn’t Carl. He noticed the little details about Carl first: older — probably almost 30 — the beard, the muscular build, the chocolate skin. The second thing, almost immediately behind the first was the feeling of a quiet and assured authority in the way he carried himself. Like someone who was used to being obeyed. Jared admitted to himself that he felt a bit intimidated. “It’s nice to meet you.” He managed to say. Intimidating or not, Carl’s smile was friendly and genuine. “Great to meet you too. Ryan has told me a lot about you.” “Some of it good, I hope.” “Some of it good, yeah. Although…” Carl paused. “… he said you are still a virgin? And that you don’t drink? We may have to revoke your gay card if that’s true.” He said it with such a straight face that, for just a moment, Jared thought Carl was genuinely disappointed. Then they all laughed. “Well…. maybe not so much of a virgin anymore.” Ryan’s mouth dropped open. “What? Spill the gossip. What have you been hiding from me.” “I met a guy, one thing led to another.” Ryan looked like he was about to ask a million questions. “I’ll tell you about it some other time.” Jared said quickly. “It didn’t end well and I don’t want tonight to be about that.” Carl’s hand rested on his shoulder. “Men are pigs. All of us. Don’t let the assholes get you down. And, in the meanwhile, congratulations on getting to keep your gay card.” They all laughed again and Jared felt relieved that it was out in the open. — Jared: Six Weeks Later — Jared felt a bit sick when he walked back to the waiting room. The clinic wasn’t as busy today, the day he and Ryan had both come in for their HIV tests. They had called Ryan in first. He had been called in a few minutes later. Then, the wait. They had called Ryan back in for results first. Jared had been called in before Ryan returned. Ryan was there now, waiting for him. He looked a little pale but Jared couldn’t see the same fear in his friend’s eyes that he himself felt. Ryan looked up as he approached. Their eyes met. Understanding. Acceptance. No words were needed, but Ryan spoke anyway: “You too, huh?” Jared nodded. “Welcome to the club, I guess. Let’s go get a coffee and then I need to call Sir and tell him the news.” “I still don’t understand your relationship.” Jared whispered as they left. “But I’m a bit jealous of it right now.” “You’ve always been jealous.” Ryan whispered back with a quiet laugh. Yeah. Jared thought to himself. But now I’m not jealous of Carl getting you. I’m jealous of you having Carl. — Jared: That evening — It was dark now. The sun had gone down a couple hours again and Jared was still walking. He just didn’t feel like going home yet. Ryan hadn’t wanted to leave him but Jared had insisted. He just need time to think things through. No, he assured his friend, he wasn’t going to hurt himself. Yes, he had promised, he would call in the morning. Now what? That was the question he kept coming back to. He hadn’t been to Church in a month. He kept finding reasons not to go. Excuses really. He knew them for what they were. He should go back this Sunday he told himself. He missed the stability the Church had always provided but it seemed distant to him now. But he he hadn’t had sex again either. He wanted it. He dreamt about it. But he abstained. Part of repentance was not repeating the sin. So no more sex. Not since that night. In the park. The park. He looked around. He was in the park now. And there. Just ahead. The little building with the park toilet. His wandering feet had brought him here. Of all places. He should go. Go home and pray. But he didn’t. He opened the door and walked into the men’s toilet. The room smelled like man sex. Sweat. Cum. He filled his lungs with the heavy air like a drug. He entered the stall, locked it, and sat down on the toilet. He was just thinking, he told himself. This was a quiet place. As good as any. But there was the glory hole. He stared at it like he was looking into the maw of hell. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when someone else came in. They tried his stall and then entered the one next to it. He could see them, or at least the shadow of them, through the hole. He knew what was coming. There was no question about what the other man would do. Only about what he would do in return. And, yes, there it was. A cock coming through the hole. It was big and a bush of ginger pubic hair surrounded it. He could even make out a scorpion tattoo on the hip. Probably POZ then. Like him. His brain still struggled. And argued. But his body knew what to do. He had, after all, done this once before. He unfastened his jeans, let them fall. Pushed his underwear down. Turned his ass to the hole. Leaning forward to get the angle right. Rubbing his spit on his hole and on the cock. And, as he had done weeks ago, backing up onto this stranger’s cock. Letting it push inside him. The faceless stranger moaned in the next cubicle. “Fuck yeah, fag. Give me that ass.” Jared moaned back his own wordless reply. But words didn’t matter. He had made his decision about who and what he was. About what came next in his life. And he had no regrets.

Yes, a conclusion is in the works. Just keep not being happy with it (ramble / wordy / a lot of saying not telling / other stuff. I will try to force myself to sit at the keyboard and finish it (and then edit it to hell and back... probably still won’t be happy with it but might get it to a point where I’m willing to post it.)

In his defence, I humbly disagree. I met George Mason (Hung Young Brit, bottoming in this vid / topping in others) very briefly at Manchester Pride a couple years ago (he lives in London but was up for Pride I assume). I was working a booth and he came through. He was only there for a few minutes (5 give or take) but I was hard the entire time he was around. He is playing a character here (the chav / scally stereotype); there may be elements of that in his real persona but definitely being played up here. That said he did recently get into some legal trouble when he and another guy had sex on the London Underground (with another friend recording) and then uploading the video to (I think) Twitter.

Well Kevin Williams could breed me anytime he wants to Top (if he looks anything like he did in his cumback a few years ago)

Popperbator.com was a great site but I believe they ran afoul of some producers by downloading vids from other sites and re-uploading to theirs. The site is no more (in its place is popperbate.com but that is just a Tumblr clone with a poppers focus… no dedicated video library).

I found popperbator.com a couple months ago. But believe they got in trouble for uploading videos from other sites. They moved to popperbate.com but that site in just a chat site from what I can tell (going for a Tumblr replacement feel). No dedicated video section (although members can upload their own videos … but you have to scroll through a lot of random posts to find anything worth looking at so for me is just “meh”).

NOTE: As I suspected I might, I've broken the finale into two parts. No sex in this chapter ... more of a narrative / move the story toward the conclusion kind of thing. I've left the title as originally planned (still kind of fits I guess). Anyway, I will get the final final chapter up as soon as possible. -------- PART 6: JARED WAKES TO UNPLEASANTNESS — Wednesday — Jared turned it off the alarm on his phone, rolled over, pulled the covers over his head, and went back to sleep. He had got back to his room in the student hall at around 1AM and the tears had returned as soon as he closed the door. Tears only made worse when he thought about what he had done in the park toilet. He felt filthy. Ashamed. Condemned by Heavenly Father. He had finally fallen asleep around 5. His sleep was tainted by troubling dreams: Seeing Ryan in a bar but his friend couldn’t — or wouldn’t — see or hear him. Old men rubbing their dicks against his butt, whispering they would fuck him as they had fucked Ryan. The unseen man in the toilet last night fucking him through the stall calling him all sorts of foul names. And, through it all, Hal kept appearing. With his smirking face. And his voice dripping with venom: “You’ll thank me some day.” He finally woke again around 11 AM. He had missed class but couldn’t bring himself to care. No. Instead his mind was flooded with misery and remorse. “What was I thinking?” He moaned aloud. The sting of Hal’s betrayal felt more distant today, but no less painful. Almost as painful was the way he himself, in that park toilet, had betrayed everything he was ever taught, everything he believed, everything he had ever told other people to do. Was he some sort of degenerate capable of such things? Someone who had fallen so far from god that he would allow himself to be used like that. “The wages of sin is death….” He quoted. Romans something or other. His seminary teacher had drummed that into their heads the year they had studied the New Testament. Sin separates you from Heavenly Father and being separated from Heavenly Father is death. That lesson had stuck with him. All these years. Even when he realised and accepted that he was gay. And now he had wallowed in sin like a pig at a trough. He picked up his mobile to call the bishop. He needed to confess. To repent. But…. wait. What if he was excommunicated? Cast out of the Church. What would his parents say or do? Would they cut him off? Reject him? No. He needed to stop. Think this through. He would confess and repent. Of course he would. But… just… not yet. He put the mobile phone down. Sunday. He would talk to Bishop Robinson then. — Sunday — Jared squirmed during the closing prayer. As he had squirmed through the entirety of sacrament meeting. He had never felt so uncomfortable sitting in Church. Not even when he came to terms with being gay. There was an itch deep in his butt that wouldn’t relent no matter how much he squirmed but he just put it down to shame about what he was about to confess. And fear about what would happen after. Sinner. Degenerate. Unworthy. So hard to focus on sacrament meeting over the voices in his own head. Shouting at him. Echoing. “… Amen.” Finally the closing praying ended. “Amen.” The crowd echoed. And then people were up, moving, and leaving the chapel. Jared sat, waited, letting the crowd thin slightly. Procrastinating his humiliation for couple more minutes. The bishop was still on the stand chatting and laughing with his counsellors… so he had time. Finally, with a sigh, he stood and started making his way forward to catch Bishop Robinson before he could leave. “Jared….” A very familiar voice called from behind him. He paused and turned to look at Ryan. He wasn’t sure if he was more relieved to see him, more angry at him, or more surprised. Ryan hadn’t come to Church since they arrived in Manchester after all. “… I’m so glad to see you.” Ryan finished. “Are you?” Jared snapped. Ryan sighed. “You’ve been avoiding me and giving me the silent treatment for over a week now. Haven’t I been punished enough?” “What is it you feel you need to be punished for?” “Hell if I know…. you tell me.” “Don’t swear in here.” Jared scowled. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out.” Ryan looked around, embarrassed. He might not consider himself mormon anymore but the lessons of a lifetime in the church still lingered of course. When he continued his voice was quieter. Almost a whisper. “I just don’t know why you are mad at me. Is it because I went into the… you know.. the sauna.” “I’m not sure I want to hear about it. And I need to talk to the bishop anyway.” “Oh. I think you’ve missed him.” Jared turned back to the stand and, as Ryan had said, the bishop was nowhere to be seen. “Oh hell.” Jared muttered. Ryan couldn’t suppress a laugh. — 20 minutes later — “I didn’t LET him… ” Ryan hissed. “… I was sleeping and he did it. I woke up in the middle of it.” It wasn’t quite the truth, perhaps, but it was what he had chosen to tell himself. And Jared. “Oh, Ryan.” Jared’s face was white. “I’m so so sorry. I should have been there for you. I shouldn’t have assumed…” “Let’s not talk about it. I don’t want to think about it.” They sat quietly for a moment. Ryan took a sip of his latte. Another sin Jared’s internal voice noted. but he immediately felt guilty. He needed to support Ryan, not judge him. “Let’s talk about your week instead.” “Oh. Um. You know. Nothing much to say.” Jared wanted to tell Ryan. Tell him everything and cry on his shoulder. But he didn’t know how to start. Ryan would never look at him the same way. And he didn't think the could take that yet. He would tell Ryan soon, he promised himself. Soon. NEXT: REVELATIONS (The finale to this story)

Just noticed a couple more typos in the most recent chapter... but too late to correct. Apologies. I'm working on the last chapter (or chapters if I split it in two). As mentioned, I'm hoping to have this story wrapped up by the beginning of next week.

PART 5: RYAN EMBRACES HIS PLACE, JARED DESCENDS IN DESPAIR “Going to breed you good.” Hal’s body pressed Jared into the mattress. “Do it, Hal. Please.” Jared groaned as Hal thrust, hard, balls deep into his ass. Cumming. The twink was so proud he had pleased his lover. That he was able to get him to cum. After a few minutes, Hal rolled off of him. “Fuck. You need a lot of practice sucking cock, but your boypussy knows exactly how to get me off.” Jared blushed. He found this dirty talk embarrassing almost as much as he was aroused by it. “You feel amazing inside me.” He rested his head on Hal’s sweaty chest and closed his eyes. Savouring the closeness. The contact. The sweat. The heat. The heartbeat still racing in Hal’s chest. He never wanted this moment to end. “Can I stay with you tonight?” “No.” The word was firm. Definite. Harsh. Jared’s body tensed. He looked up to see Hal smiling above him. A cold smile. Cruel. “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” “You made me feel pretty good actually. I just got everything I want from you.” Jared felt like world had gone upside down. “What are you saying?” Hal put this palms together as if praying. “I just really want a guy who is morally pure. Who saves himself for marriage.” “What? Wait, wait, wait… I was saving myself... I only gave myself to you...because you said you loved me… ?” “Don’t be so fucking stupid.” Hal laughed. “I’m taking the piss. But I’m not looking to date — let alone get married — to anyone. Certainly not you.” Jared felt sick. Like he had fallen and had the wind knocked out of him. Hal rolled his eyes. “I’m feeling charitable, so let me explain the real world to you. You have one thing to offer guys: a hole to use and abuse. Now that I’ve had you, I’m done with you.” Like finding a missing piece of a puzzle, everything seemed to fall suddenly into place. Some of the things that Hal had said, some of the ways the could act, the moments of cruelty that came out of nowhere… it just made sense. He had been playing Jared like a violin. And Jared had let him. He wanted to be sick. His eyes were watering up. But he wouldn’t cry in front of Hal. He wouldn’t allow him that satisfaction. He got up from the bed and quickly got dressed. Not looking to or speaking to Hal. He didn’t even wait for Hal before bolting out of the bedroom and heading for the door. He was about to close the door behind him when Hal caught up with him. “You’ll thank me some day.” Hal said. “I’ve taught you a valuable lesson. Your whole life you’ve been told fairy tales about god, love, and other bullshit. Time to grow up. Life is hard. People are cruel. Everyone uses everyone. Deal with it.” “Fuck you.” The words tumbled out of Jared’s mouth, white hot with anger. He hated cussing but, at the moment, he didn’t care. “You’re an asshole, a sociopath. Get help.” Hal rolled his eyes as the door slammed. These fucking drama queens never took it well. Oh well... their outbursts always made him laugh. Still, he had a video from the hidden cameras to edit and get posted for his followers. With the cunt’s final words edited out. Of course. He needed to maintain his image with his followers after all. — MEANWHILE — Ryan could only grunt as Carl’s cock pounded his hole. The black man was no more gentle with his ass than he had been with his throat. Ryan was bent forward leaning over a bench. The reason he could only grunt, however, was that their audience had gotten bored with just watching. The cock in his mouth was the third since Carl had moved on to his ass. He was feeling more sober, but Carl had been giving him poppers since the fuck started…. so his head was still spinning. Having just cum down his throat, Carl had lasted a long time. But now his body tensed and he unleashed his load. His hips slamming his big cock mercilessly, balls deep, into Ryan’s aching ass. The slapping of flesh was all but lost in the noise of the club, but the impact was pushing Ryan off his balance. At last, spent, Carl leaned forward and rested his chest on Ryan’s back. His eyes watching Ryan work some stranger’s cock in his mouth. “Damn! Your ass is so tight.” Carl said into his ear, a smirk on his lips. “Well... it was. Not so tight anymore.” The cock in Ryan’s mouth pulled out. “If you’re done back there, let me in. Would love to add my load to yours. I love fucking stupid twinks bare!” “Bare?” Ryan croaked. His hand reached back and felt Carl’s cock as it slipped out. Carl’s very definitely bare cock. He had promised himself he wouldn’t let anyone do that again. But in the heat of the moment he hadn’t even thought about it. “Hell yes.” Carl replied. “Felt good, didn’t it?” “Well... yeah. But what about HIV or other stuff?” “Don’t worry, I’m clean.” Carl couldn’t believe he said that with a straight face. Sure. he was “clean”. He had taken a shower earlier this evening. He might be HIV positive and unmedicated... but he was “clean”. “Me too.” The other man said, making sure to hide his own biohazard symbol. “Come on.” Carl held the poppers up and Ryan took a big huff. “Let him fuck you. You know you want it.” Ryan paused. Then nodded. Carl had barely stepped away from his ass when the other man slipped his cock inside. Thrusting erratically. He wouldn’t last long. Carl moved forward and his lips found Ryan’s. Their tongues dancing in Ryan’s mouth. After a moment, however, he moved aside just enough for an eager cock to fill Ryan’s mouth. “You belong to me now.” Carl whispered in his ear. “You and I are going to have a lot of fun. I’m going to show you a whole new world, slut.” Slut. Ryan liked that word. He was a fucking slut. And he loved it! — MEANWHILE — Jared dried the last of his tears. He wanted to cry more but, for now at least, no more tears would come. He had been halfway through the park when he had finally broken down. He had come in to this nasty little park toilet to let himself cry. He had locked himself in the stall and sobbed for... who knows how long. Now, however, he just felt numb. How could he have been so stupid? He had wanted to save himself for someone he loved but instead had allowed Hal to trick him. First Ryan rejected him for all these year and then Hal treated him like a toy. A disposable toy. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he unloveable? His eyes wandered again to the hole that someone had made in the panel that separated his stall from the next one. You would think the local council would try to fix such acts of vandalism. The outside door opened. Jared quieted his breathing as best he could. Who ever had entered the park toilet went into the stall next to his. An eye appeared briefly in the hole between the two stalls. Then the unseen man sat on the toilet. Jared had heard of gloryholes, Ryan even claimed to have seen one on campus. The unseen man’s foot tapped his. Jared just stared down at it. Not even thinking about shifting it away. The unseen person moved. Stood. Stepped up to the partition, to the gloryhole, and pushed his cock into Jared’s stall. Maybe a foot from Jared’s face. Mouth. “Come on, cunt. “It’s not going to suck itself.” The unseen man’s voice was rough. Common. Crude. It reminded Jared of a porn video on Ryan’s computer once with a bunch of Northern “ruffians”, chavs, and scallys. He hadn’t understood the appear then, but now it was exciting. Jared had never imagined himself here. In this situation. It seemed so ... dirty. But... Why not? Not like he was a virgin anymore, He had already given that up. And who would ever know anyway? Who would know what he did? Here? In this dark toilet in a secluded part of the park? No. That wasn’t enough. Fuck Hal. And fuck Ryan. And fuck every man. Every one. They didn’t want love. They wanted sex. Cock and ass and suck and fuck. Why keep yourself pure and clean for some mythical future lover? Even if he exists, all he will want is any convenient mouth or ass? He slid off the toilet and onto his knees. Wrapping his fingers around the cock, drawing a sigh from the unseen man. “That’s right, show me a good time.” Jared learned forward and took the cock into his mouth. The second cock ever to be allowed to enter. It tasted so different rom Hal’s. A little less clean. Sweat. Maybe even a bit of piss. So nasty. But that is what guys wanted, right? Nasty. Fine. He would be as nasty as any of them. He sucked vigourously. He wanted the other man to cum. To use him like the hole he was. To baptise him into this new life of sin. Or pleasure. (Was there even a difference between the two?) But after a few minutes the other man pulled his cock out of Jared’s mouth. Jared looked through the hole. The other man was stroking with one hand and signalling with the other. Signalling... to turn around. As nasty as they wanted. Fine. Jared unfastened his belt and his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles. Faced away from the gloryhole. Bent over and pressed his ass back against the hole in the partition. The unseen man pushed forward. Sliding his bare cock into Jared. Into his hole, still slick from Hal’s cum. “Fuuuuuuuuuccck!” The other man groaned, his thrusts shaking the stalls and echoing in the toilet. “Take it, you dirty cunt.” Jared just thrust back against the thrusts. The way that Hal had taught him. NEXT: JARED WAKES UP TO UNPLEASANTNESS

At long, long, long last … Part 4. (First: Sincere apologies for the delay). The story has not developed exactly the way I had planned out, but I think will still reach the original ending (more or less). The next part is almost done (just some proofreading) and I hope to have the final chapter up by Monday. I hope you enjoy. ————— PART 4: LEARNING TO SERVE Ryan thought about calling Jared again but, well, what was the point? It had been four days since the night at the sauna and Jared had not responded to calls, voicemails, or texts. He knew his friend was ok — a mutual acquaintance reported seeing him in class — but Jared was being an asshole and giving him the silent treatment. Fine. Fuck it He had wanted Jared to stop being so clingy for years. Now he had his wish. Who cares? So why did he feel so shit about it? The club was dead tonight, but it was a weeknight so he wasn’t sure what he had expected. Well… What he expected, of course, was getting fucked. Or… hoped for it at least. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since the night in the sauna. The problem was that he was hanging out in a club that attracted people who looked like him. And who, if they were looking for sex at all, were not looking to top. He had heard some guys referring to it as a “twink” bar. And it was true. It was brightly lit, house music blaring, and, if he had to put a word on it, “safe”. And boring. The few guys here were all slim, pretty, and raging queens. Definitely not his type. Not at all. Again he thought back to the night at the sauna, to the three chavs who had taken turns on his ass. He tried, not quite successfully, to block out the memory of the fourth man. The man who had found him sleeping. Not for the first time he asked himself how he felt about it. Had he enjoyed the sex? Did it matter that the guy wasn’t really attractive? Best not to think about it. Enough. He needed to try somewhere new or end up wanking alone in the dorm. Again. He finished his drink and headed to the door. It was only a short walk to the bar he was looking for: “The Bird of Prey”. And the men here were much more his type: at least a couple years older than himself (most significantly older), less obsessed with being “pretty”, more confident, and definitely more “dangerous”. He had been here before. Well, he had been outside. Like now. Wanting to go in…but nervous as well. This bar seemed more real. Grittier. Sexier. It made the club he had just left feel like training wheels for gays. “They would eat you alive, boy.” A voice said behind him. Ryan jumped. Literally. Jumped. He was glad the street was dark so the stranger couldn’t see him blush. “Sorry… didn’t mean to scare you.” Ryan turned to face the man behind him. The man didn’t quite tower above him, but something about his presence made Ryan feel small. But he was stunning: the chocolate colour skin, the well trimmed beard, the close cropped black hair, the muscled body not even remotely hidden by the leather jacket. “You didn’t scare me.” Ryan lied. Trying to sound confident although his voice betrayed him. “And I was just about to go in.” “Well, if you’re sure… let’s go in together. Let me buy you a drink... and I’ll protect you from these vultures.” The man put his arm around Ryan’s shoulder and guided him toward to the door to the bar. “I’m Carl by the way.” “I’m Ryan. Nice to meet you.” Ryan hoped his smile wasn’t too goofy. This guy was hot and he loved the feel of that hard body against his. The bar was packed with men of all types and ages: from lean builds, to muscle, to heavyset. From Ryan’s age to pensioners. But even the guys his own age seemed older. There was nothing “twinkish” about them. Nothing remotely innocent in those eyes. Hot! Some men were in leather, others in rubber, some in street clothes, and some in gear that Ryan didn’t have a name for. Some were covered head to toe, others bare chested. The room was steamy from all the men and Carl slid his jacket off. His body was every bit as fit as Ryan had expected. And more so. His pecs pulled the shirt tight at his chest before his body tapered down to a lean and tight waist. Tattoo’s covered both arms... very toned and muscular arms. Carl led Ryan to the bar and ordered a beer for himself and, without asking, a whisky and coke for Ryan. And two shots of something… strong. Ryan could barely choke it down but he wanted to look cool so he forced himself to do it. The whisky and coke went down much easier, however, and before Ryan knew it he was already on his second. And feeling very warm and buzzed. When Carl’s hand slipped down to cup his ass, Ryan happily allowed himself to be pulled into an embrace. A kiss. And the demanding tongue into his mouth. — MEANWHILE — Jared leaned into Hal as they approached Hal’s apartment. At times Hal could be so… controlling. The arm around Jared’s shoulders sometimes seemed as much like a way to restrain him as it was a sign of affection. And yet, while he might not admit it, Jared liked the feeling. The feeling of being protected, guided, controlled. Surrendering just a bit to the dominant man. So he didn’t argue or complain. It was something else that had him feeling nervous. Their date this evening had been wonderful and the restaurant had been so romantic. But then at times Hal would turn cruel with a vicious comment or correcting something Jared said or did. He didn’t know what to expect from minute to minute. When they reached the apartment, Hal gave Jared a little pat on the butt. “Go grab me a beer out of the fridge. And make yourself a drink the way I taught you.” Jared grimaced. He still felt guilty every time he drank alcohol. It was a sin... but Hal would get upset if he didn’t. And he wanted to make Hal happy. If Hal was happy he might make love to him again. It had been painful but he had felt so... empty... since he had given his virginity. He wanted to feel his lover inside again. When he brought back the beer, Hal had his shoes off and his feet on the sofa. Jared handed over the beer and wondered where he should sit. “Here, sit down next to the sofa for now. My feet are aching and I need to put them up for a bit.” Jared sat on the floor where Hal had indicated, near Hal’s uncovered feet. He dutifully sipped at his drink. “Why don’t you rub my feet a bit. Maybe that’ll make them feel better.” “Um... ok.” Jared ran his hand along the big feet, unsure what to do. He had never been asked to rub someone’s feet before. “Not like that, damn it. Use your fucking thumbs on the arches like this.” He demonstrated what he expected in the air. “Sorry, Hal.” Jared tried to replicate the motion. “Is that better?” “Yeah. That’s nice. You keep doing that and you are going to get me hard.” Jared redoubled his efforts. “Now your getting into it. So... you like my feet?” “They are so big. Just like all of you.” Jared replied, blushing. “Why don’t you give them a kiss? Show me how much you really like them.” Jared was hesitant but shifted in his position on the floor and placed his lips on the top of Hal’s foot. The feet didn’t smell bad, he decided, perhaps just a bit sweaty. In fact, they smelled so “Hal-like” that Jared found himself enjoying it. “Good boy.” Hal purred. “Look what you are doing to me.” Jared turned and his eyes settled on Hal’s fingers caressing a growing bulge in his jeans. That almost ever-present emptiness in Jared’s butt seemed to quiver in anticipation. “Why don’t you give my foot a little lick. Show me what you want to do for my cock.” There was something sharp in Hal’s voice that Jared couldn’t understand. And something in himself that was so excited by it. He was turning a corner. He knew it. He was finding something new about himself. Something that he couldn’t understand. Or maybe just wasn’t ready or willing to understand yet. His tongue slowly flicked out and caressed the sole of Hal’s big foot. It tasted so good! He licked again. And again. “Fuck yeah. Do my other foot, boy.” Hal had his cock out now, slowly stroking. “You look so good on your knees like that.” Jared just moaned in reply. Unwilling to remove his mouth long enough to actually talk. — MEANWHILE — Ryan gagged. Snot and mucous flowed from his nose and mouth. He was barely aware of the crowd gathered around the two of them in the dark corner of The Bird of Prey’s back room. Carl’s strong hands held his head firmly in place while driving his cock into Ryan’s throat. Ryan had jacked off to “skullfuck” videos but he was finding the reality a lot more traumatic. And he wasn’t sure if all the alcohol was helping or making it worse. The grip on his head tightened. Ryan felt, rather than heard, Carl’s moans and groans. The big cock expanded and spasmed. And Carl unleashed his load deep in Ryan’s throat. After a moment, Carl pulled back, freeing Ryan to breathe but leaving the tip of his dick in Ryan’s mouth. His hands still firmly holding Ryan’s head in place. Ryan stayed on his knees, looking up at Carl. He must look a mess. Hair disheveled, eyes red, still gasping for air, face and shirt covered with the mucous the skull fuck had brought up. The crowd around them laughed and cheered, reminding Ryan they were there. He saw more than one mobile phone out recording. Oh fuck. He wanted to tell people to delete those videos! But he forgot about the crowd again when Carl’s dick flexed again at his lips. And he felt his mouth fill with liquid. Warm, salty liquid. Piss! Carl was pissing in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out but Carl’s cock in his mouth and firm grip on his head kept him from doing so. It was so disgusting, he told himself. So gross! So why was his cock rock hard? “Drink it.” Carl ordered. Ryan had no choice but to swallow as much of the piss as he could. Quite a bit leaked out around his lips and flowed to join the mucous soaking his shirt but still his stomach quickly filled with the hot liquid. Carl finally released his head. Ryan pulled back and the big black cock slipped out of his mouth. He struggled to regain his breath. Carl’s strong arms picked him up and spun him around. Hands unfastened his belt and his jeans and underwear were slid down. Carl’s lips and tongue found his hole. Teasing. Tormenting. Arousing. Invading. Ryan surrendered again to the dominant man’s will. It felt much too good to resist. NEXT: RYAN ACCEPTS, JARED DESCENDS

Sorry for the delay guys. Haven’t forgotten or abandoned the story. Just not been focused on it as much as planned. Will try to crack the whip on myself and get back to it.

Definitely more. Coming soon. :-)

Part 3: HAL HAS HIS WAY Jared’s phone vibrated as he walked up to Hal’s door. Another call from Ryan. He ignored it. He definitely didn’t want to talk to his friend right now… he wasn’t even sure if he still wanted to be friends. How could he be around someone who had rejected him completely, betrayed him even, like Ryan had? The truth was he didn’t feel much like socialising at all right now. Even with Hal who been so sweet last night. He HAD tried to cancel, but Hal had sounded so disappointed on the phone… so here he was. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened and the first thing he saw was the smile. Definitely the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And… he was suddenly glad he hadn’t cancelled. “Hey. I’m so glad you made it.” Hal said, ushering him in. He was wearing blue jeans that just seemed to magically rest on his hips and a black button up shirt that fit his body like a glove. The sleeves were rolled up about halfway up the forearm and the top button had come undone allowing a glimpse, just a tantalising glimpse, at that amazing chest. Hal pulled him into a warm hug and kissed him on the forehead. “Dinner will be ready in 10 or 15 minutes. Come into the kitchen with me.” Jared followed and watched, amazed, as Hal moved expertly around the kitchen. It felt so normal, like a real date. The kind that almost everyone he knew from Church and school had been going on for years. Not him though. Ryan had been the only other gay guy he had known about.. and Ryan, of course, had no interest in dating him. No. He wouldn’t think about Ryan. Not tonight. This beautiful man was being so kind, so amazing, to him. Tonight was about Hal. No one else. “Mind setting the table?” Hal smiled again. “Plates are in that cupboard and silverware is there.” Keep smiling like that to me and I will do anything for you, Jared thought to himself. The whole time they chatted easily, almost effortlessly, and Jared let himself relax. As they sat down to dinner, however, Hal pulled out a bottle and set it on the table. Damn, Jared thought. Wine. Alcohol. “I… um… don’t drink. I’m Mormon.” “Really? That’s too bad. I picked this up especially for you.” Hal seemed to think for a split second, then smiled again. That warm and disarming smile. “I know a little about Mormons. I don’t think they like gay guys that much do they?” “No. I guess not.” “So, you told me yesterday that you want to have sex with a guy someday. If you are willing to do that then surely a little wine can’t be THAT terrible, can it?” Jared had heard the argument before. But when Hal said it — with his beautiful, kind smile — it just made sense to him. And he really didn’t want to seem too awkward to his new friend. “I guess not.” Hal poured half a glass and handed it to him. “Just try a little, if you don’t like it we’ll find something else for you.” Jared nodded. “Cool. A toast then.” Hal poured himself a glass as well and raised it. “To the cutest guy in town.” Jared blushed. Could Hal really like him? Really? His hand trembled a bit as he brought the glass to his lips. This was a line he thought he would never cross, a rule he would never break. But he allowed a little of the wine to flow into his mouth. And he wanted to gag. People actually liked this stuff? Ugh. “You ok?” Hal asked. “Um. Yeah. Just didn’t taste like I thought it would. It’s good.” Jared lied. If dinner had smelled good, it tasted even better. Jared even managed to drink his wine. Although his stomach had almost turned when Hal poured him a second glass of the horrible stuff. It was his own fault, he told himself, he was the one who had lied. God was clearly punishing him for that lie. They cleared the table and did dishes together, their bodies close together over the sink. Jared could picture them doing this together for the rest of their lives. He tried to shake himself out of it — it was too early for such thoughts — but it seemed so real to him. And he liked the thought… maybe he could pretend. Just for tonight. He was almost disappointed when the dishes were done. “Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa and I’ll get us something to drink.” Jared found his way to the living room and took a seat. He felt a little flushed and light headed. So this is what drunk felt like. Didn’t feel so bad so far. Soft music started playing and he turned around to see Hal putting a remote down. He didn’t realise, of course, that the remote had also turned on the video cameras around the room. Hal handed him what looked like orange juice. “Try this, I think you’ll like it more than the wine.” Jared took a sip and smiled. He could taste the bitter undertone of some kind of alcohol but the orange juice made the drink very palatable. This was more like it. He took a big drink, almost emptying the glass. Hal sat down close to him on the sofa and put his arm around him. Jared rested against the beautiful man’s chest. Oh! This was amazing. Between the music, the alcohol, and Hal’s warm and fit body — well, it was all just so… perfect. Fingers rested on his chin, lifting his face up. Hal’s lips met his and they kissed. Hal’s tongue slipped, teasingly, into his mouth. A little moan escaped Jared’s lips. “You are so amazing.” Hal whispered. “You are so special.” Hal’s hand rested on his back, holding their bodies close. Jared didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard. He tried not to look but Hal’s cock was obviously hard as well. Hal raised Jared’s hand and placed it on his pec. The twink couldn’t believe how excited it made him feel. He was sweating just a little. Their lips met again; Hal’s hand slowly slid down his back. So slowly it was almost unnoticeable. But Jared noticed. Should I stop it? He asked himself. I don’t want to let things get out of hand. He was saving himself for the guy he would spend the rest of his life with. But, right now, it just felt so good. Hal felt so good. Maybe, this is the man he would be with forever? “You are so beautiful, Jared. I think I may love you already.” Jared swooned. Could it be true? It must be… why would Hal say it otherwise? His doubts slipped away and he said a little silent prayer to Heavenly Father to thank him. Hal’s fingers slipped into the waist band of his jeans. Grazing his butt. Jared shivered at the gentle caress of fingers on a part of him that had never been touched this way before. He let his own hand drift down. From Hal’s chest, down his abs, to rest over the straining bulge in the virile man’s jeans. He could feel the warm throbbing flesh through the denim. He didn’t realise his fingers were moving in sync with Hal’s fingers on his butt. “Take it out.” Hal whispered. Jared’s fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the button and zipper. A still, small voice in his head said to slow down. Stop. But he didn’t slow down. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The shaft rose to freedom as the containing zipper was pulled away. Jared had gotten a bit of a look in the sauna but now… now his fingers wrapped eagerly around it. The first cock he had ever touched besides his own but his hand instinctively started stroking. Then… Gasp! Hal’s fingers slipped into his crack and touched him… down there. In that most sensitive spot. He hadn’t even noticed own belt and jeans being unfastened. A fluid, white or perhaps slightly yellow, dripped from the hard cock in his hand. He had heard of pre-cum, even if didn’t produce much himself, but it didn’t look quite like he expected. Still, what else could it be? Hal broke their kiss and put his hand on the back of Jared’s head. “Taste it.” It wasn’t a request but Jared didn’t mind. He liked when Hal was assertive, in control. He felt no need to worry or resist. Just relax and go with the flow. And so he allowed the hand on the back of his head guide him to lean over Hal’s lap. Until he faced the big cock. The strange fluid dripping down the shaft. He parted his lips and cock became the first ever to enter his mouth. New smells, tastes, sensations filled him. He needed more. His mouth began working up and down the solid pillar. “Teeth.” Hal hissed. He did his best to keep his teeth off the cock. A cock that seemed even thicker in his mouth that it had in his hand. But he was doing it! He was a cocksucker now… and he felt, strangely, proud of that. He couldn’t see Hal lean back and give a thumbs up to the camera or point to his ass… mouthing “Next!” with an evil smile. He could only feel as Hal’s fingers again caressed his butt, his crack, his sphincter. Gently circling. Feeling like it would push through only to dance away. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to beg Hal to do it… but he couldn’t talk with him mouth so full. Jared wasn’t sure how long he sucked the dick. But his lips, his tongue, his mouth were all coated with the dripping fluid he assumed was pre-cum. A fair amount had even worked it’s way down his throat even though there was no way he could go far enough on the cock for it to even approach his throat. Finally, Hal gently lifted his head off his cock. “Let’s go lay down.” This was it. Jared knew it was the moment. He was going to surrender his virginity to this man. But it was ok. They loved each other. This was the man he was going to be with forever. Hal helped him to stand. Jared’s jeans and underwear fell to the floor. His shirt followed. He was completely naked while Hal was still dressed, albeit with his cock still out of his jeans. Hal took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The music was playing in here as well. And, unbeknownst to Jared, Hal turned off the living room cameras and turned on the bedroom ones. Their lips met again while Hal gently laid Jared on the bed and laid atop him. Grinding their crotches together. It felt good. So good. But Jared was ready now. Ready for the next step. Ready to surrender his most precious gift to the man he felt he now loved. “Please, Hal. Please make love to me.” “Say it again. Say it louder.” “Please make love to me.” “It’s going to hurt. The first time. But I will be as gentle as i can.” Hal smiled one of his warm smiles. He was lying, of course, he was going to rough up this hole good. All the better to “impregnate” the bitch… but this naive slut-to-be didn’t need know that. He rolled Jared over. He kissed the twink’s body and moved slowly down. His lips kissing, teasing, his prey’s neck. His shoulders. Back. Butt. Then, ever so gently (so as not to spook the bitch), the warm hole. Like any good bottom, touched for the first time, a quake of pleasure ran through Jared’s whole body. The tongue on his hole was so unexpected… but felt sooooo good. The fingers that followed, that slowly pried his hole open, didn’t feel as good. But he understood he needed to be opened a bit for the big dick that was about to enter him. Claim him. Hal lifted Jared so he was on elbows and knees with his face flat to the bed. Hal’s fingers spread lube on his hole. Almost time. Jared watched as Hal lubed his cock… “Wait… aren’t you going to use a condom?” Jared turned to face the man he was giving himself to. “Why? You don’t have anything I should worry about, do you?” “No, no… I don’t have anything.” “Good. This is our first time. I want this to be special. The first time of many. I want to feel myself inside you. You trust me, don’t you?” Jared knew he should say no. Insist on a condom. But he was so horny, so relaxed from the alcohol. He just couldn’t bring himself to argue. “I trust you.” He returned to the pose Hal wanted him in. The cock slipped up his crack. And down. Back and forth. Teasing his hole. One of Hal’s hands on his hip, holding him tight. Pressure. This was it. It was time to… The sound that burst out of Jared was primal. Barely human. Hal’s second hand wrapped around his mouth, muffling the cry. Every muscle in his body wanted to move. Get away from the pain. But Hal held him tight. “Shhhh, baby. It’s ok. Just relax. You are going to love this. I promise. This is something that will be with you for the rest of your life.” Jared did his best, but his body kept trying to move despite his best efforts. Hal’s firm control succeeded in holding him in place, however, as the cock slid slowly deeper and deeper. He didn’t know how long it took, but he was startled when he felt Hal’s thighs resting against his butt. His lover’s cock was all the way in. Balls deep. He had surrendered himself completely. Hal’s cock pulled back. And thrust in again. And again. And again. It still hurt, more than any other pain Jared could remember, but at the same time it felt… good? Natural? Right? Like he was complete in a way he had never felt before. He didn’t notice as his body began thrusting back. Begging without words for Hal to fill his hole with cock. To make him whole. “Your hole is so tight. You feel so good.” Hal said. Strangely loudly as if for someone else to hear. “How do you feel?” “I feel… amazing!” “You like that big cock, then? You like it fucking your boy pussy?” Hal sounded less gentle, less loving now. The wording threw Jared a little. It seemed so raunchy. So coarse. But it was true. And he liked it. He liked Hal talking to him this way. “Yes, I love you fucking me.” “Good boy. I’m getting close. You ready? You want it?” “Yes… please. Cum in me.” Hal smiled in triumph. He thrust again. Hard. Driving the breath out of Jared’s lungs. Again. And again. And… His body shook as his balls drew up and fired his deadly load into the no-longer virgin hole. He shifted forward, his body pressing Jared flat into the bed, his cock still buried deep. Keeping his cum inside to do it’s job. Jared wanted to stoke his own cock but it was trapped beneath his own body. He thought Hal would pull out after a moment… but was amazed that the cock inside him stayed mostly hard. He tried to catch his breath but it was hard with Hal’s weight on him. Slowly Hal began moving again. Thrusting again. Fucking him again. Even harder than the first time. “Who’s my little bitch?” Hal hissed. “I am. I’m your bitch.” “Fuck yeah!” Hal lasted longer the second time. Thrusting hard. Merciless. All the while whispering nasty things in Jared’ ear. But eventually, he came again. When he finally rolled off and lay next to Jared, the twink’s hole was aching. But he was still so horny. Jared reached to stoke his own cock. He needed to burst. But Hal pulled him in close and began kissing him again. Jared found himself in another position where he couldn’t reach his cock. Jared thought they would fall asleep, spend the night together. After awhile however, of holding each other and kissing, Hal rolled off the bed. “That was amazing.” The taller man said. “You are amazing.” Jared smiled and blushed. “You too. I’m so glad you were my first.” He wanted to, finally, stroke his own cock.. .which was jutting up from his crotch demanding attention. But it felt awkward now that Hal was standing. “I’m glad too, I had a really good time… but I have to go out of town for work tomorrow. Best call it a night.” “Oh. Ok.” Jared stood up, confused, and followed Hal out to the living room. He found his discarded clothes and dressed. “Is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you were great. If I didn’t have such a crazy day tomorrow I would definitely have you stay over. We will do this again when I’m back, ok?” There was something… off-putting… about the way that Hal was speaking. Distant. Less affectionate. Jared didn’t know what to say, or what to think, so he let Hal usher him out the door. Hal couldn’t help but laughing after he kicked the twink out. That had gone even better than he expected. But it had taken longer than expected as well. It was already midnight. He had promised his subscribers some footage by 11. He did some quick editing and put a short teaser video out of some of the key moments of Jared’s seduction. “As promised, there is one less virgin — Mormon no less — and one new boipussy-in-the-making tonight. Here are some key scenes. Just a preview tonight.. more coming in the morning." It didn’t take long for his subscribers to start commenting. “More!” “I hope you pozzed him up good.” “I thought he would balk when he saw your gono dick. Don’t think the bitch knew what he was looking at. lol.” “You going to breed him again? I think he’s in love with you.” Hal leaned back in his chair. He would definitely fuck the boi again. He wanted to make sure the boi got his gift…. but that gonorrhoea would show up in a week or two. And the bitch was going to freak out. Still he had time to fuck him, and fuck with his head, one more time before he dumped the stupid fucker. NEXT: RYAN GETS MORE, JARED GETS DESPERATE

I do hope to take my first fist someday... past my prime though so may never happen at this point. Lol.

First draft of part 3 is done. Right now is pretty long, will be editing and proof-reading over the next day or two and then post.

Part 2: Jared and the Jock “What do you mean I need to pay to go in?” Jared complained. “I’m just looking for a friend.” “Uh huh.” The man at the sauna entrance rolled his eyes. “Everyone is just looking for a friend in there.” Jared’s face turned red. “That’s not what I meant! I’m just looking for MY friend. He came in earlier and isn’t answering my calls.” “You think that, maybe, he’s just busy having a good time?” The clerk smirked. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?” The thought had occurred to Jared... he wasn’t stupid. He, of course, preferred his own interpretation. He would go in, save Ryan, who would be so grateful that he would (of course) FINALLY agree to be boyfriends. “Please. I just want to make sure he’s ok.” “Sorry, mate. Either you pay, or you stand aside to let the guys waiting behind you to go in.” “Ease up, Dave.” A voice said behind Jared. “I’ll cover him.” Jared turned around. And up… the man behind him was tall, about 6 foot 2 and about 22 years old he guessed. Jared tried not to stare: at the man’s almost almond shaped brown eyes, dark hair, full lips… or his oh SO very tight and fit body. It was all Jared could do to not reach out and feel the red shirt which was caressed the stranger’s chest. Or glance down at what the blue jeans were hiding. “Oh. Um.” Jared stuttered. “Th-thank you so much.” “No worries, mate.” The man smiled (sending Jared's heartbeat racing) as he paid for both their admissions. “I’m Hal.” “I’m Jared.” “Let’s go inside and see if we can find your friend.” Hal put a hand on Jared’s lower back and steered him. Jared blushed. He needed to stay focused on Ryan he told himself... but the hand felt soooo good there. So natural. Firm but gentle. He didn't object. The twink did not notice the wicked grin that Hal shared with the clerk. “You have to be careful in places like this.” Hal said. “The vultures in here will be all over a beautiful guy like you. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Jared just nodded. He felt so lucky to have stumbled on such a nice guy. And he had to admit, he loved the jealous looks other guys were throwing his way. Hal insisted they change into the towels the clerk had given them. “It will be easier if we just blend in.” He assured Jared. If Hal had been sexy fully dressed, Jared almost passed out seeing him get naked and wrap the towel around him. He even caught a glimpse of Hal’s cock. Hal’s very big cock. Jared's own cock, decent size if nothing special he knew, started to swell in response. He tried to cover it. If Hal had noticed, however, he was polite enough not to say anything. A man who looked like Hal was probably used to that reaction Jared told himself. "The club is kind of a big circle." Hal said as he they walked. He whispered in Jared's ear as they walked, pointing out the different areas. Jared could barely focus on the words. There was no sign of Ryan. “Maybe he’s, you know, in one of the booths right now?” Hal suggested. “Let’s sit down and wait a few minutes then we can go around again.” Jared just nodded. He wanted to find Ryan, of course he did, but he definitely didn’t mind all this attention he was getting from Hal. The tall man led him to a little room with a series of benches. Porn was playing on a TV screen. Jared blushed and tried not to look. But his eyes kept betraying him. He had watched porn before, alone in his room, always praying for forgiveness after. It was different seeing it here with other people around. Both more embarrassing and more exciting. “Tell me about your friend.” Hal asked. “How do you know each other.” “We’ve known each other for years. From both school and church. We're both Mormons -- the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Well. I am. Ryan doesn't think of himself as a member anymore." “You sound like you really care for him.” “I do. I always have.” Jared said with a sigh. “I mean, I know he doesn’t see me that way. As anything more than a friend. But I keep hoping.” Hal put his arm around Jared’s shoulder and pulled him close. Jared allowed himself to rest against the muscular chest. He was sad when thinking about Ryan but his cock was straining even harder from feeling Hal’s hard body against his. He felt like a feather laying on a rock. It was so comfortable. So perfect. “It’s ok.” Hal assured him, pulling them closer. “There is someone out there for you. Either your friend or someone else.” “I hope so. Sometimes I want to just give up. I’ve been saving myself for him. I want to lose my virginity with him. But I think I’m going to die alone.” He didn’t see the hungry look in Hal’s eyes when he mentioned his virginity. “Shhh. Don’t talk like that. Let’s take another walk around and see if we can find him. Ok?” Jared didn’t want to stand up or stop resting against Hal but he did as he was told. He was very pleased, however, when Hal’s hand rested again on his lower back. Slightly lower this time. In that area where it was hard to say if the hand was on his lower back or his butt. Either way, Jared couldn't deny he liked the touch. But still no Ryan. After a couple of circuits of the club they found themselves again in the video room. Jared leaned against Hal without thinking. Just feeling the heat and sexiness of the man. Hal leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jared turned and allowed their lips to meet. Hal’s breath smelled like a breath mint, he thought absently. A very very sexy breath mint. Out of the corner of his eye, Jared noticed two guys walk into the video room. “I’m telling you, he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in years.” One of the men said. “A college boy I’m guessing. He had the look.” Jared glanced over without unlocking his lips from Hal. The two men were older, probably in their sixties, and the one talking was flabby and saggy both front and back. His friend was taller and gaunt. He looked ill. “Yeah, yeah.” The gaunt man teased. “You always get lucky when there are no witnesses.” “Well, you should have gotten here earlier. He’d clearly been fucked a couple times tonight — raw based on the cum dripping from his ass — but he was still tight.” Jared’s stomach felt like a lead balloon. Sinking. “Sure, sure.” The gaunt man said. “Well, I suppose I should at least be grateful you aren’t claiming he gave you his virginity.” “Believe me or not. The slut laid there and let me breed his ass. His fit little body writhing and working out my load. He moaned like a bitch too. Didn’t say much but but sounded like he was from London or somewhere close. Posh little cum slut. It was heaven.” Jared couldn’t breathe. He broke the kiss with Hal and turned to face the two men. They didn't even notice him. The gaunt man paused. “You're serious, aren’t you? Some college boy really let you fuck him?” “Told you man, you should have gotten here earlier.” Tears welling up his eyes, Jared jumped up and ran from the room. The old men's eyes followed him curiously. And hungrily. Hal caught up with him in the locker room and put his arm around him again. Holding him as Jared’s body shook with sobs. “I’m guessing that was your friend they were talking about?” “Ryan was willing to get fucked by THAT?” Jared choked out between sobs. “That old fat guy? But doesn’t want to be anything other than friends with me? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I ugly or something?” Hal put his fingers on Jared’s jaw, turning him to face him. “That’s enough of that. I don’t want to hear you say that again.” Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had found someone who was so kind when he needed it most. Hal kissed him again. “Let’s get you out of here. OK?” Jared nodded. The two got dressed again and then he let Hal lead him back out of the sauna. Yet again, he didn’t see the smiles and winks between the clerk and Hal. Or the thumbs up that the clerk gave Hal behind his back. “Let’s get you a cab, ok?” Hal said. “I don’t have money for a cab.” “Well, I’ll give you money. I don’t want you walking home alone.” “You don’t have to…” “I want to. And I want to see you tomorrow.” Hal glanced at his watch. “Or today rather. Tonight. A date if you are up for it. Is that ok?” Jared smiled in spite of his torment. And nodded. He was so lucky. Maybe heavenly father could forgive him for being gay. Could allow him to meet someone so wonderful and kind. Hal put his phone number and address in Jared’s phone while they waited for the cab. “So, I’ll see you at 8. Right?” “Yes, that sounds good.” Jared wanted Hal to invite him over now, just to hold him. He didn’t want to be alone, but was afraid to say anything. Hal pulled him close as the cab pulled up, gave him a long and lingering kiss, and held his cell phone up and snapped a picture. “Just something to remind myself how gorgeous you are.” Jared was blushing as he climbed in the cab. The cab driver was watching him in the rear view mirror but didn’t make any comments. Hal watched the cab pull away then pulled his phone back out and uploaded the picture he had just taken. He laughed to himself as he typed out the message to his followers: See this hot little twink? This fine piece of virgin meat doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take his cherry in less than 24 hours. Raw. On camera. And he is going to beg me for it. All my subscribers will, of course, get full access to the video. Pre-order now to hear this little cunt scream for mercy.” Hal hummed to himself as he put the phone in his pocket and went back into sauna. The thought of breaking in, and hopefully pozzing, a virgin hole had him rock hard. And there were always guys in the sauna who would happily take his load no questions asked. Life was good.

More cumming soon. Sorry for the wait. Real life drama has been taking my attention.

Part 1: Ryan and the Scally Lads "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jared asked, absentmindedly brushing his blond hair out of his face. "Yes. Definitely.” Ryan tried to not roll his eyes. “Come on... aren't you even a little bit curious?" Jared looked at the the building in front of them. They were in a part of Manchester he hadn’t been to before. It was dark, and the object of their interest was in the basement of an old building that hadn’t served its original purpose (probably some kind of industrial space) in decades. There was a sign but the name was generic enough that neither he nor Ryan would have known what it was — a gay “sauna” — except for the ad they had seen in a magazine in one of the bars on Canal Street. "No. I've got a pretty good idea what goes on in there. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be a slag. Don't you want to save yourself for someone special?" Ryan knew exactly who that "special" person for him was in Jared's mind: Jared. He and his friend were both Mormon, had been raised in the same ward (congregation), and — around the time they hit puberty — had felt drawn together. For Ryan, it was simply because they had something in common... they were both gay in a church that didn't look on that very favourably. For Jared, it was more. He believed they were "destined" to be together. Ryan had tried to let his friend down easy. Jared just wasn't his type. Even now when they had been bar hopping on Canal Street, Jared dressed like he was on a church outing. He wouldn't even drink alcohol. With his thin and hairless body he was the picture of a typical twink. He was cute but didn’t do anything for Ryan sexually. Ryan had always been attracted to rougher guys. Council estate lads who would shock his middle class Tory parents back home in Essex (if he ever told them he was gay). Crass, tough, and a bit scary. That's what got him hard. But, no matter what Ryan did or said, Jared didn't want to hear it. "I stopped believing in soulmates around the same time that I stopped calling myself a Mormon.". Ryan said. It wasn’t the first time he had said that (or something similar) to Jared but his friend still looked hurt at his words. "I'm going in. You coming?" "No. I don't think so. I'll wait for you over on Canal Street for awhile... in case you change your mind." "I won't." "Just... just be careful. Ok? Be safe. I've heard guys don't always wear condoms in places like this." It was good advice, Ryan decided. He didn't want to get sick. He was on the rowing team for the university and knew his tight body was his best feature. Well... tight body, dark hair, blue eyes... and a butt to die for. He had not yet done anything other than sucking a cock or getting sucked... but he had watched enough porn to know that he was a bottom. Which was, of course, another reason he knew there was no future for him and Jared... what were two bottoms supposed to do together? But no. He had not yet surrendered his ass. Tonight, however, he was determined to change that. Tonight, he would lose his virginity. "I’ll be safe. And thanks." He gave Jared a friendly hug, walked down the steps, and into the building. Jared waited where he stood for a couple minutes, ignoring the leering look some drunk gave him, before turning around and walking back to Canal Street and the bars. Inside, Ryan paid his admission and passed through a turnstile. He wasn’t sure what to expect... but the somewhat generic locker room wasn’t it. Still, he guessed it made sense. He knew guys walked around with nothing on but a towel ... so they needed to secure their clothes somewhere. He was pleased when he saw a couple other guys checking him out as he got undressed. They weren't his type ... but it made him hopeful he wouldn’t just be ignored. He wrapped the towel he had been given around his waist and set off to explore. Despite his bravado with Jared, and his sincere desire to have "real sex", he was nervous. How would he know a guy was interested? How would they know he wanted to get fucked? Should he tell them he was a virgin? He started with a walkthrough of the bathhouse to see what it was like... and to give himself time to calm down. There was a jacuzzi and a steam room, then showers, then a TV room. Steps led down to a short tunnel and then back up to several areas with different types of booths. Then another tunnel that led back over to the entrance from the locker room. Then, as he was turning a corner, he ran face first into a man coming in from the lockers. The man smelled like he had been working hard all day and hadn’t showered before coming to the sauna. Not dirty, just a little sweaty. He was about Ryan's age — maybe a year or two older. About 6 feet tall and lean. He had close cropped ginger hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken sometime. There was a tattoo on his hip but the towel covered almost all it it so it wasn’t clear what it was. Not a “pretty boy”... but incredibly sexy in Ryan's eyes. Ryan's dick was hard instantly. "Oi! Watch where you going, boy." "I'm so sorry. My fault. I wasn’t looking where i was going.". Ryan stammered. Two other men stepped out of the locker room, glancing at Ryan before turning to the man he had run into. "What's all this noise, you ginger cunt?" It was more banter than an actual insult. The man who spoke had 'dirty blond' hair and blue eyes. Unlike every other man Ryan had seen so far, he was wearing a pair of shiny black trackies instead of a towel and expensive looking trainers on his feet. His upper body, however, was bare. He wasn’t fat, not even remotely, but he had just a hint of a belly. Still muscled though. Just the kind of muscles you get from hard work not working out. The ginger man sneered at his two friends. "This little bitch ran into me. I think he wanted to see what a real man feels like." Ryan blushed and tried to stammer out another apology. "I think you're onto something there Scotty. Look how hard his little dick is." Ryan didn’t think his dick was "little" (it was about 5 1/2 inches) but he was hard as a rock. "Yeah. What fag boi wouldn’t be hard at the thought of this?" Scotty groped himself through the towel. Fuck! He was hung. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off what looked to be eight inches... and not yet fully hard. He just stood and stared. "You know what we have here lads?" The third man spoke for the first time. He was a bit shorter than the other two, maybe 5’ 10”, but was the most muscular of them. His hair was dark like Ryan's but his eyes were brown. "I think you've found a virgin." The ginger smiled and seemed, suddenly, to be friendly. He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.. Ryan couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a deep breath of the man's musk and sweat. He smelled soooo good. "Is that true, boi? Are you hiding a cherry under that towel?" "Well... kinda. I mean I've sucked a guy off before." "Thats just foreplay." The guy in the trackies laughed. "If you've never had a dick in your ass, you're a virgin." Unsure what to say, Ryan just nodded. "That's shameful!". The ginger man said with mock seriousness. "I can't believe some guy hasn't claimed that prize yet. A fine piece of ass like you.” He turned to his friends and winked. “I think we should help him out lads." The other two nodded and agreed. Not even trying to hide their smiles. "You want that, boi? You want me to fix that ‘cherry problem’ of yours?" Ryan looked at the three studs who now had circled him. Like sharks. Hungry sharks. Hungry — and very sexy — sharks. He took another whiff of the ginger man’s musk... he smelled like walking sex. A wet dream come true. "Please...?" was the only word he could form. "Good boi.". The third man, the muscular one with dark hair, smiled. "I'm Troy. This... " he gestured vaguely at the guy in track pants. "... is Connor. And you probably figured out that this ginger fucker’s name is Scotty." "I'm ... I'm Ryan." He couldn’t believe his luck at meeting up with these three chavs. Or scallies as they called them here in Manchester. "Where you from, Ryan?". Connor asked as the three lads led him deep into the sauna... back to one of the areas with booths he had walked by earlier. "Essex." "Oh. We've got a posh boi here lads. Best be on good behaviour." "No. No. Really... just be yourselves. I ... um... I like it." "Just yanking your chain, boi. Relax. You here at Uni then?" Ryan nodded, delighted as they seemed to ease him into their little group. "I never had much use for school myself.” Connor said. “Too many bullshit rules.” "Enough chatter.” Scotty interrupted. “The only thing Ryan here needs to worry about right now is my popping his cherry and setting him free." Ryan blushed but his cock strained even harder under his towel. Troy opened a booth door and gestured for Ryan to enter. The booth was filled wall to wall with a large mattress (if that was the right word.... more of a big cushion or pad) which was elevated enough that they had to climb in. It was large but still a little cramped when the four of them were all in and the door closed. It hadn’t occurred to Ryan until that moment that there would be witnesses to his deflowering. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought but didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of these guys and ruin his chance. Troy surprised him by pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cigarettes and beer. Ryan wasn’t crazy about smoking ... but was too turned on to care. Troy lay down to the mattress, pulling Ryan down on top of him... which served to raise his ass up a bit. Scotty pulled the university student's towel off. The ginger man leaned over on top of Ryan so he could whisper in his ear. "You've got a lovely arse here, Ry. I'm gonna love WRECKING it." Ryan looked up nervously. "Ignore him. He just likes messing with you." Connor assured him. "But... well... he IS big. Especially for your first time. I do have something that can help though..." He pulled out a small brown bottle from a pocket on his trackies. "I don’t think I want to do any drugs..." "Oh its not like that. Just poppers. They just help you relax." "I'm not sure..." "Connor is right.". Troy said beneath him. "They really will help. Just give them a quick try. If you don't like them, no harm done... right?" Ryan nodded reluctantly. He reached for the bottle but Connor shook his head. "You’d better let me hold them. The last thing you want to do is spill them down your nose. Here, just take a big sniff..." A moment later and Ryan felt warm. Like he was blushing. And then just a little woozy. But he barely noticed as Scotty buried his face in his crack and started licking his hole. "Oh. My. Fuck!". Ryan moaned. The bottle was back under his nose. "Sniff." Connor said. Ryan didn't argue. ---- Jared looked out the window of the bar. He didn't really expect Ryan to give up or come to his senses so quickly, but he hoped he would. They were perfect for each other. It was so obvious to him. He couldn't understand why Ryan didn't see it. He hoped that, by letting Ryan "sow his wild oats", he would get this nonsense out of his system and be ready to settle down as boyfriends. He took another sip of his diet cola and decided to give Ryan a bit longer to come find him. ---- Ryan was in heaven. Scotty’s tongue, and the occasional finger, was still buried in his ass and Troy’s lips were still locked with his. The poppers had left him so horny he could scream. Connor lifted his head up. “I’m feeling left out, Essex boy. Why don’t you use your mouth on this?” He pulled his trackies down with one hand, just far enough to free his dick, and with the other hand pulled Ryan’s face into his crotch. Ryan opened his mouth and swallowed the cock. It wasn’t quite as long or thick as Scotty’s but it was still the biggest he had ever had in his mouth. He couldn’t help but gag a bit. Troy had the poppers now and placed them next to his nose. “Sniff, Ryan.” Ryan obeyed. Scotty had gotten a bit more aggressive with his fingers now... but the poppers helped him handle that as well. Troy had told him that Scotty needed to stretch his hole so he could enjoy his first fuck more. Ryan just wished the ginger was more careful with his fingernails... he was feeling a bit scraped up. Then... the tongue and fingers were withdrawn. “You ready? You ready for me to pop that cherry and make you the slut you were born to be?” Ryan pulled his mouth off of Connor’s cock but Troy held him tightly enough from below that he couldn’t really turn around to look at Scotty. “Fuck me!” “Bossy little bitch, aren’t ya.” Scotty sneered. He started running his cock up and down along Ryan’s ass. “Um. You’re going to use a condom, right?” Ryan pointed to the container on the wall that held condoms and lube. “Of course, boy. The lads and I always play safe.” Ryan couldn’t tell if Scotty was being sarcastic or if that was just the way he always talked. “You shouldn’t use those condoms though.” Troy told him. “There are guys who will tamper with them. We always bring our own...so we know what condition they are in.” “Oh cool. Thank you guys.” Ryan still couldn’t turn around but he could hear the condom being opened and rolled on Scotty’s cock. “Here. Give me your hand.” Scotty ordered. Ryan reached his hand back and Scotty placed his fingers around the big — no, massive — cock that was about to penetrate him. He could feel the johnny firmly in place. He felt some cold gel applied to his hole and pushed in with a couple fingers. There was a slight tingling sensation. “Lube with a numbing effect.” Scotty told him. “Will make your first time easier.” Ryan smiled nervously. “I’m really glad my first time is with you. You making this so perfect. Thank you.” “No worries.” Connor replied. “Maybe a boy like you knows, deep down, that he needs what we have to give him.” Ryan didn’t understand but didn’t have time to think about it as he felt the invader pressing against his hole. Scotty slapped his ass. “Don’t tighten up.” “Just relax and push down on his cock.” Troy said below him. “Better fill his mouth with that dick of yours, Connor.” Scott ordered. “I think he’s going to be a loud one.” Ryan didn’t resist as Connor’s cock filled his mouth again. And he tried to push back as Troy had suggested. But it hurt. Oh fuck! It hurt. Troy held the poppers under his nose again. He sniffed deep. Scotty slapped his ass again. Harder. Much harder. Startling him. But, apparently, it was enough to make his hole spasm open... as he found Scotty had managed to push the thick head of his uncut cock in. It felt like someone had shoved a cricket bat up his ass. He tried to cry out... but with Connor’s dick in his mouth it just sounded like moans. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Scotty grunted. “Your cherry will always be mine.” “You’re doing good.” Troy assured him. “Now push back and let him get more inside.” Ryan’s eyes were watering with the pain but he did as instructed. He had done it. He had a cock in his ass. And now, despite the pain, he wanted more. Scotty was not patient but it still took several minutes before that big cock bottomed out inside him. Before he finally felt Scotty’s heavy balls slapping his ass. Scotty slowly pulled back until just the head was inside. Then back again balls deep. Out. And in. After a few minutes of this action, Scotty pulled all the way out. Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands behind him, doing something. He had a moment of panic... was Scotty taking the condom off? He reached back but could still feel the condom there. “Don’t worry, slut. The condom was just sliding a bit... so I’m pulling it on me tighter. “ And then the cock was back in. Thrusting in. And sliding out. A few minutes later and Scotty pulled out again. He rubbed some more lube in Ryan’s hole. Connor leaned over Ryan, looking at his friend’s cock with a smile. “You’d better pull the condom REALLY tight. Make sure it stays on.” Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands stretching the condom tight behind him. After a moment Scotty groaned slightly. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.” Connor said with a smile. As the cock went in, Ryan decided the extra lube was really helping. This felt amazing. Better than it had just a moment or two earlier. Still, he reached back, trying to be subtle. The cock was deep in his hole but he could still feel the base of the condom so he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m starting to think you don’t trust me, boi.” “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” “Shhh.” Connor said. “Just get that mouth back on my cock.” Ryan did but couldn’t really focus on it. Connor, however, seemed content to just let it sit there for now. Scotty’s thrusts were getting stronger. More erratic. The cock seeming to swell up even more inside him. Every man knows what that means. Instinctively, Ryan started pushing back harder. Into the fuck. And was rewarded. “Yeah. You’re pushing me over the edge! Here it cums, you slut.” Scotty kept thrusting as he came before finally collapsing on Ryan’s back. His breath escaping in ragged bursts. After a few moments he pulled himself out of the hole and sat up. Connor withdrew his cock from Ryan’s mouth and Troy released his hold, allowing the student to sit up slightly and look around. Scotty had already wrapped his towel around his waist and was throwing the used condom in a small trash can in the corner. Ryan could just see the tip of the tattoo under the towel and again wondered what it was. Scotty smirked. “Looks like I may have used too much lube. It’s dripping out of you.” Connor moved behind him. “Yeah, man. That is a lot of ‘lube’. It would be a shame to let that go to waste.” He started rubbing his cock against Ryan’s hole. It took the student a moment to realise what Connor wanted. “Um. I don’t know. I’m a little sore.” “Oh come on.” Troy frowned. “We’ve helped you lose your cherry. Surely you wouldn’t hold out on us, would you? Besides, neither of our cocks is as big as what you’ve already taken. You’ll be fine.” “You both want to fuck me?” “Well not at the same time. I don’t think you’re ready for that. Yet.” Troy winked up at him. Ryan had to admit the cock rubbing against his hole was feeling good. “You have more condoms, right?” “Oh, yeah. Lots more. Just like the last one.” “Let’s do it.” Ryan thought Connor’s grunt as he slipped into his no-longer-virgin ass was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. Connor’s style was so different than Scotty’s had been. Where Scotty had thrust deliberately in and out, Connor’s were more like a rabbit fuck. Short but very fast thrusts. He didn’t want to insult the guys again, so he didn’t let himself reach around to feel for the condom. He had heard Connor opening it and say he had put it on. Why would he lie? Meanwhile, Troy kept kissing him, rubbing his nipples and dick, and giving him the poppers. Scotty was sitting in the corner watching them all while playing with his now soft cock. Connor reached the point of no return much quicker than Scotty had. “Fuck yeah. You little slut. Your fucking tight hole is going make me shoot.” Ryan realised he liked when they talked dirty to him. It was like he was in one of the pornos he watched online. “Yeah. Do it. Fuck me like a slut.” “Damn. That was so fucking hot to watch.” Scotty said a couple minutes later as Connor pulled out of Ryan. “Yeah, you dirty fucker.” Connor bantered with the redhead. “I know you get off on watching me fuck. You just wish it was your ass I was pegging.” “In your dreams.” Scotty sneered. “Looks like I used too much lube as well. Look at it flowing out of him now.” It was strange, Ryan couldn’t remember Connor adding more lube. He didn’t worry too much about it though. It was Troy’s turn. Troy’s style was completely different from the other two fucks. If Ryan had to describe it, he would say it was gentle. Almost romantic. It took Troy much longer to cum that the first two but he did eventually collapse on Ryan’s back after his cock spasmed deep inside him. “Damn.” He said as he pulled out. “It looks like we all used a little much ‘lube’. Your hole is a mess. Looks like you might have bled a little as well.” Ryan sat up and felt his ass. “Really?” “Don’t worry, it sometimes happens. Especially your first time. It will heal up in a day or two. Nothing to worry about.” Ryan nodded. His ass really was a mess. Whatever lube they had used was running out of his (now far less tight) hole and down his ballsack. “That was fun, slut.” Scotty said. “Welcome to the club.” “The club?” “Yeah. The former virgin club I mean.” Scotty sneered at him. It was a bit scary. But very sexy. “I doubt this will be the last time you get fucked. Will it?” “No. I liked it. I really liked it.” “Fuck yeah you did.” Connor added, pulling his trackies up. “You’ve worn the three of us out.” He opened the door. There were a few men outside listening to the action who looked in the opening door. Their hungry looks made Ryan blush. “Hope to catch you soon for a repeat.” Troy smiled. “We need to make sure that hole is well and truly broken in.” After they left, Ryan pulled the door closed but there was no latch. He should go, he told himself. If he knew Jared, he was still in a bar waiting for him. But he was so drained. He needed to rest for a few minutes first. He flipped the light switch off, laid down on his belly (his butthole was pretty sore now), and closed his eyes. Just for a minute he told himself... right before he fell asleep. He woke with a start as he felt someone move on top of him. “What the fu...” “Shhh, boy.” A stranger’s voice said to him. “I saw you in here with your juicy ass in the air and I could see what you want.” A hard cock pressed against his hole. He was so sore... but it felt so good. He pushed back and let it enter him. The stranger didn’t feel very fit or toned but, in the darkness, Ryan could ignore that. The stranger used him hard. Both of them grunting in exertion, thrusting together. Until the stranger came and pulled out. “Thanks.” Was all the stranger said as he got off Ryan and climbed out of the booth. In the light from the corridor, Ryan had saw him for the first time. The stranger looked to be about 60 with a flabby belly and a saggy ass. That was the moment he realised that had never seen the stranger put on, or take off, a condom. Had the old man just fucked him bare? Ryan was ashamed. He felt... dirty. Truly slutty. And not in a good way. He hurried out of the booth himself. He didn’t even stop to shower on the way to the lockers. Five minutes later he was out the door and back on the street. He didn’t think he could face Jared right now. He headed home telling himself he would talk to his friend tomorrow. He hurried into his apartment and to the toilet. Trying to push out anything inside him. But he didn’t see anything but more lube like Scotty, Connor, and Troy left behind. He breathed a sigh of relief. His phone rang. Jared. Not tonight he decided. He would talk to Jared tomorrow. He turned his phone off and took a shower. —— It was past closing time. Jared shivered in the cold night air outside the bars as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. He never should have let Ryan go into that place. He had been gone for hours and now wasn’t answering his phone. There was only one thing to do. He would have to go in and find his friend and get him out of there. NEXT: Jared and the jock