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Have to agree that a lot of guys say they are into it but they don't follow through. Been fantasising and craving for a long time. Finally drank from the tap just over a year ago and lost my piss fuck cherry just tonight. Getting piss fucked was,interesting. At first I didn't feel anything (had expected to seek the flow or maybe a initial of a stinging from the salt. Instead I just felt this sort of inflating sensation inside (we took a short break and he did it again but this time I thought I could feel the flow itself. (Could be in my head though.).

In Glasgow for work. Checking the usual hookup apps and sites. Messaged someone on BBRT but he went offline right before I finished typing. Back and forth with a couple other guys but nothing. Then, when I was about to call it a night, started talking to a guy on Grindr. He couldn't meet right away but said he might be looking later. The usual discussion ensued (what are you into). I said I was a bottom and love to suck, rim / get rimmed, get fucked (it was Grindr so didn't lead with bareback or watersport). He came back, however, and listed bareback and piss fucking as two of the things he is into. I had never been piss fucked but have wanted to try it. So I was immediately interested. Long story short, we met up earlier (a bit after midnight). He was even hotter in person that his pictures (damn sexy!) with an amazing cock. (Will add pic to this post or, if not, to my gallery.). We went back and forth between my mouth and ass (not to mention spitting in my mouth and face (hot!!) until he was ready to release. IHe filled my ass with has piss. Felt so full it was amazing. Took a few minutes rest. Then he fucked me some more and relieved his bladder again. . I could feel his piss dripping down my balls. Another break and then he had me lean over the couch again as he fucked and bred my hole. All in all he was a horny devil and I loved every minute of it. Hope to meet up with him again (on this trip or next).

Quick note: My work schedule, always in flux, continues to be unpredictable. Will now be on the road for the next two days.... will be back late Wednesday and will push to get the last few chapters ready and posted. Just four "chapters" left, so I expect the story should be wrapped up by the end of the weekend at the very latest. Ok... onward! Part 10: Four Letter Word Scott Michael was calling but Scott ignored his phone. He was nearly at Viktor’s house and Scott didn’t feel like talking to Michael right now. He had dreamt about Viktor all night. The model’s body wrapped around his. Holding him. That smooth chest pressed against his back. Lips caressing his neck. Warm breath on his ear. Hard cock pressing against his ass. Had he ever disliked the Romanian? The thought seemed so alien to him now. Scott glanced at his reflection in a car window as he walked by. He had come from work and was still in his suit, although he had pulled off his tie. He thought his dark hair and ‘not quite shaven’ look made his blue-grey eyes stand out even more. He had always felt his eyes were his best feature. He rang the bell and Viktor opened the door. The model was bare chested. His nipples just starting to harden in the cold air. His chest smooth and hairless except for the treasure trail leading down from his bellybutton. The model wore a pair of old jeans — worn in all the right places to highlight his crotch. If anything, however, the gorgeous model looked even more pale, more ill, than the day before. “You should be laying down. You look like you are still not feeling well.” Scott chided with a smile as put the bag of groceries in the kitchen. “I picked up a few things for you. More cold & flu medicine, some juice, bottled water, and a little treat. The store had some Christmas chocolates so I picked up a few.” Viktor started to speak but Scott cut him off. “I know, I know… you don’t normally eat chocolate. But you aren’t feeling well and need a little treat. I also picked up some groceries and thought I could make you some chicken noodle soup for dinner.” “Scott you are being so kind. You don’t need to do all this.” “Nonsense. I want to do it.” Viktor: Guilt washed over the young model. He liked this new Scott, He was so much sweeter than the old Scott. But he knew that — if he had not tricked the other man into the ritual and the bargain — Scott would never be doing this. Scott was just a puppet being toyed with by forces he didn’t even know existed. I’m hardly an innocent. He thought. I’ve used guys just as much as Michael has. But this this is something different, something new. To knowingly infect someone with HIV, potentially with AIDS itself, just feels evil. Can I bring myself to do it? But then again, Viktor admitted, he wasn’t going to force Scott to do anything. Even if Zburător — Sebastian he corrected himself — had done something to lead Scott to this point, Scott surely still had his freedom to choose. There must be something in him that had always found Viktor attractive, right? And, despite still feeling ill, it wasn’t exactly going to be a chore for Viktor either. Scott might be just a few years older, but he was a very attractive man. If the other man hadn’t gone out of his way to be such a prick over the last six months, Viktor might have even made a pass at him before this. He was getting ahead of himself though. He didn’t have a plan as such. Look good. Be good company. See what happened. And, if an opportunity presented itself, he would complete his bargain with Zburător. Scott: Scott sat on the couch next to Viktor. The dishes were washed, the kitchen was clean, and the model had seemed to enjoy the soup. Scott was running out of excuses to stay. But he didn’t want to leave. “Thank you, Scott. That was very good.” The Romanian said. He had put on a white t-shirt for dinner but it was tight enough that it showed his chest off to good advantage. The couch wasn’t small but the two men found themselves sitting close together. Their legs gently touching. Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee and, like he had done the night before, found himself leaving it there. Viktor didn’t complain. He stretched a little and then rested his arm on the back of the couch. Behind Scott’s shoulders. His legs spread ever so slightly. One leg touching up against Scott’s leg. Scott heart beat a little faster. And allowed his body to lean into Viktor’s a bit more. The arm around shoulders moved a little closer. Scott let his head rest against Viktor. He raised his other arm to the white clad chest. Feeling the muscles through the t-shirt. Tracing the nipples with his fingers. Waiting for Viktor to stop him. But Viktor said nothing. He didn’t push Scott away. He did nothing except, perhaps, for holding Scott just a little closer to him. Scott’s lips replaced his fingers on Viktor’s nipples. Caressing them. He couldn’t see Viktor from this angle, he was afraid to look, but he could feel warm breath on his neck as the other man looked down at him. Emboldened, the hand on the model’s knee moved slowly up his thigh. Resting on the satisfying hardness waiting for him there. The palm pressed gently against that hardness. Felt it throb in response. Fingers fumbling with the jeans, opening them. Sliding inside, desperate to touch their prize. Wrapping around the hard shaft. Stroking. Lips kissing their way down. Feeling the well-developed abs. Lower. Sliding off the couch to kneel before the beautiful man. Thrilled when Viktor lifted enough to allow him to slide the jeans down. Lowering his face to the crotch, barely covered now with only a pair of briefs. Revelling in the tastes and smells of masculinity. “Scott…” “Please… “ Voice pleading. “Please don’t tell me to stop.” Silence. Lips dragged along the shape of the hardness through the briefs. Fingers curling around the waistband. Pulling them down. The manhood, free now, as beautiful as the man himself. Basking in the sight of it. Eight fantastic inches. Thick. Hard as a metal bar. Foreskin drawn back but still covering the head. Perfection. The cock slid between his lips, the salty tang of precum just increasing the craving. Deeper. Back of the mouth. Deeper. Into his throat. Saliva dripping down his chin. Scott unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. Viktor: Watching as Scott worked his dick, Viktor felt a thrill. He had been an object of lust before but he had never felt as in control of another man as he did right now. Power. Authority. Domination. Like a drug that overwhelmed his senses. Scott was clearly very experienced but seemed lost in his lust. And Viktor himself was nearly as unbridled. He wanted Scott as much as the other man wanted him. And not just lust. Something much more real that that. Was this Zburător’s doing? He wasn’t sure. And he couldn't make himself care. Scott’s mouth was amazing but Viktor needed more. They both did. He needed Scott to be his. Completely. Scott: Viktor gently pushed him off his cock. Scott looked up at the Romanian like a child that lost its candy. He wanted that dick. He couldn’t explain it. He just needed it. Why was Viktor taking it away? But the model stood from his seat on the couch and leaned forward. Kissed him. And Scott felt himself melt into the kiss. Tongues intertwining. Viktor’s hands under his arms. Lifting him. Hands exploring Scott’s body. Chest. Nipples. Abs. Cock. Gently stoking while Scott rested his head on on his friend’s shoulder. His breath heavy. Those hands sliding to Scott’s back. And down. Gripping his ass through his slacks. No words. No discussion. No argument. The Romanian knew what he wanted. He knew Scott would give it to him. And he was right. Viktor took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. Undressing him. Pausing only to touch. To caress. To stroke. And they were both naked. A gentle guiding push and Scott was on laying on the bed. Face down. Victor’s mouth and tongue working his hole. The only sounds the working of Viktor’s tongue, their breathing, and Scott’s moans. “Scottie.” The Romanian cooed as he slipped forward to rest on Scott’s back. “I have to tell you something.” He paused, as if waiting, but Scott said nothing. “I’m positive, Scottie, I’ve got HIV.” Scott’s breath caught in his chest. But still he could stay nothing. “I want to be inside of you so bad, to fuck you, to make you mine. But I don’t want to hurt you.” Scott could breath. He wanted this as well. He wanted that cock deep inside him. But he was terrified. He was on the edge of a precipice. Ahead of him was the void. But behind him, if he turned away, was a lifetime of regret. He couldn’t face that. Scott’s legs parted. Opening the way. And Viktor’s cock, hard and ready pressed deep into Scott’s crack. Lips kissing Scott’s shoulders and neck. The uncut cock touching Scott’s hole. Viktor pushing his cock forward. Scott pushing his ass back into the fuck. And Scott’s hole opened. Willingly accepted Viktor’s hard dick. Precum and Scott’s own saliva the only lube. Scott winced a bit in discomfort but this felt so right. So natural. “I’m inside you, Scottie. You feel so wonderful.” Scott found his voice. “So do you, baby. You feel perfect inside me.” Words lost again. Just motion. Viktor’s gentle thrusts. Scott’s eager ass raising to meet them. Two bodies locked together. Becoming one. Something neither man had ever really felt before. Something emotional, almost spiritual, that made the physical sensation even more breathtaking. The thrusts growing harder as the two bodies bucked together. Falling quickly into a natural rhythm. Scott’s neck turned to kiss Viktor’s lips. Viktor with one arm wrapped under Scott and around his chest. As if to hold them together… as if Scott would ever let them move apart. Viktor: Body aching, muscles tight, but Viktor didn’t care. His body coated with sweat, both his and Scottie’s. His breath ragged. His ballsack drawing up. The telltale signs. He pulled his lips away from Scott’s mouth. “I’m close… I’m going to cum…. do you want me to pull out?” Scott: Fear. The last moment to stop. To step away from that void, that abyss, to return to safer ground. But… no. “Please, don’t stop. I love you, Viktor. I want it… please… cum inside me.” And he meant it. With all his heart. “Here is comes, Scottie. I’ll always be part of you.” And Viktor’s body convulsed above him. Filling him with seed. With cum. With HIV positive cum. Viktor: They were linked now. His DNA was in Scott’s body. His virus. Viktor’s body gave way, his muscles relaxing in the afterglow, his weight resting on Scott’s back. “I love you too, Scottie.” Viktor whispered. He wondered when he had come to love the other man. But it was true. He had meant to seduce the other man but had seduced himself as well. “Will you always be mine?” “Always.” Scott sighed. And they both drifted off into a deep sleep as Viktor held Scott tight in his arms.

He is a hot lad... I would gladly eat his ass but, as always, would want him to breed me. :-)

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Part 9: Interlude - The Flu Scott Scott wasn’t sure why he was standing outside Viktor’s door even as he reached out and knocked. I’m just worried, he told himself. Viktor had barely been around since Halloween. And not just from their group… Scott hadn’t even seen the model around the bars. Scott found himself worrying about the other man. For days he had felt he should come by to check on him. And those feelings had finally won out. The door opened. The Romanian was wearing an old t-shirt and gym shorts. Scott’s eyes roamed the other man’s body. A strange shiver ran up and down his spine. It was like he was seeing Viktor for the very first time. “Scott? I am surprised to see you here.” The sound of Viktor’s accent was strangely comforting. “Just haven’t heard from you in awhile so wanted to make sure you are ok.” “Yes. I think I have the flu.” Viktor did look pale and Scott felt a twinge of concern. “Can I come in?” “If you like.” Viktor said hesitantly. Stepping back to let Scott enter. Scott wasn’t sure why he had wanted to come inside. The words had slipped out of his mouth without thinking. Viktor: Viktor sat on the sofa and gestured for Scott to sit in the chair. He was genuinely surprised to see the other man here. Including Halloween night, Scott had only been in his apartment a handful of times. Yes, Halloween night and the so-call seance. That is what had set this whole sequence of events in motion. Viktor was sick but he knew he didn’t have the flu. He was seroconverting. He had been expecting this for weeks. He had gone online and read about the disease. He had been sleeping with men for years but like many gay men didn’t really know much about it beyond the headlines. He had learned that not everyone who seroconverts gets the fuck flu…. but Viktor had somehow known he would. So, consciously or otherwise, he had withdrawn from Michael and his circle of friends. Never far though. Watching them from the outside. Waiting for Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself - to make his move. He hadn’t seen the creature since Halloween. But he had watched as something happened to Michael. He had only seen him a few times since that night but every time he had, Michael looked more tired. Just a little less perfect. A bit less overwhelming. Older. “Earth to Viktor… “ Viktor shook himself out of his thoughts. Scott had moved to the couch to sit next to him. “Sorry, Scott. My mind was elsewhere.” “I was just noticing that you framed the picture that Tommy took on Halloween.” “Yes. It reminds me of that night.” Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee. Just a comforting touch. But didn’t take his hand away. So, the model thought to himself, Michael and I aren’t the only ones who have changed. Scott: Scott wasn’t sure why his hand was on Viktor’s knee. But it felt… right… somehow. And he didn’t want to move it. He gave the other man a smile and was pleased to see him smile back. Those thick full lips. Those sultry brown eyes. The small pattern of moles on his cheek. God! The Romanian was beautiful. He was sure he had never seen a beautiful man. Scott had always thought so…. hadn’t he? Scott felt himself lean in, his lips longing to connect with Viktor’s. But he stopped. What would Viktor think if Scott did kiss him? Would the model let him? Let’s be honest, he told himself. I’ve been a complete prick. And Viktor certainly didn’t deserve the way he had been treated. Scott felt ashamed. He put his hand on the other man’s forehead. “You have a fever… you're burning up. Have you taken anything?” “Not yet, no.” “Let me check and see if you have anything in your medicine cabinet.” Viktor: The Romanian’s eyes followed Scott as he left the room. He had been so focused on Michael that he had almost forgotten that his bargain had included Scott as well. ‘Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.’ He had said, or near enough, and it looked like ‘Sebastian’ had been true to his word. But Viktor had not imagined he would start to feel for Scott as well. Surely this was something the demon had done. He remembered every rudeness he had endured from Scott. It was painful. He wanted to hurt Scott back. But things had changed since Halloween. He had gotten so much more than he bargained for. He would have to think this through carefully. Scott came back into the room with a glass of water, a couple pills, and a damp cloth. After Viktor swallowed the pills, he allowed the other man to guide him to stretching out on the sofa and put the damp cloth his forehead. “You’re almost out of the cold & flu pills. I have to go now but is it ok if I drop by again tomorrow? I’ll bring you some more then.” “If you like.” “Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow. You have my number… please call me if you need anything.” Viktor moved to stand and walk Scott to the door but the other man insisted he stay on the sofa. So Viktor just watched as him leave. Scott gave him one last smile and closed the door behind him. “Well.” A voice said. “Isn’t that sweet.” Viktor jumped up, the damp cloth falling to the floor. Zburător stood just a few feet away. “Sebastian.” The creature said as if it read Viktor’s mind. “You really must learn to call me Sebastian.” Viktor sat back down on the couch, saying nothing but his eyes watching the intruder warily. He was sure the demon looked… younger. More vibrant. “So, my little friend, how are you feeling?” “You know how i’m feeling. My body shifts between fever and chills. I ache. I am nauseated. You brought this on me.” Sebastian laughed. “No, pretty one. You brought this on yourself. This was your choice, you made the bargain of your own free will.” The creature moved closer. “I have been keeping my side of the bargain. You asked me to take away the dominance of Michael Christian. And that is well underway. He will be broken soon. It is nearly done.” Sebastian tilted to his head in the direction of the door that Scott had left out of moments earlier. ““And as for that jealous fool… well, you can see the progress there. Do you agree that I am keeping my word?” Viktor nodded. “Yes. And you have done something to me... made me love him back. Why?" "Because it amuses me. Our bargain did not preclude such a development. And speaking of our bargain, it is time for your second payment." “What do you want of me? You have already given me this disease." “You flatter me. I just helped. Made sure the virus took hold. And now you will pass it on.” “Pass it on?” “Yes. When your new admirer comes back tomorrow, you will seduce him. It won’t take much as you can tell. You will breed him. Fill him with your seed. And you will infect him with the disease. The virus is rampant in you. It probably won’t take long… but you will continue to see him and to fuck him until it is done.” “I … I can’t do that!” Sebastian laughed again. “You made a bargain: any price I asked. This is the price. And you don’t want to know the price of breaking your bargain.” “Please.. I beg you, don’t make me do this. For the love of God…” “Trust me. God has nothing to do with this.” Zburător vanished but his laugher rang in Viktor’s ears.

Part 8: At the Gym Michael: Michael didn’t leave the house for the whole weekend. And it was a week and a half before he dragged himself back the gym. He body was looking…. well, not flabby exactly, just not as toned as he liked. And whatever had started on Halloween was still going on. He might as well be invisible. He hadn’t picked up someone in a bar in weeks. He and Seb had met several times now. Each time Seb’s insatiable ass milked him. Taking load after load. Until his balls were dry. Michael was always so worn out after their hookups. He always slept well. He couldn’t believe he had ever thought Seb was older than him. The other man was at least a couple years younger than Michael himself. He was truly beautiful and Michael found himself dreaming about him when they weren’t together. Michael threw his street clothes in the gym locker and pulled on his shorts and a tee. God he really didn’t want to do this. But he didn’t want to lose any more muscle either. The gym was busy so he started with the free weights. Curls first he decided. “Haven’t seen you around in a while, Christian.” A deep voice said behind him. “Hey David.” Michael grunted. He continued his workout without turning. David always called him by his last name in some false sense of intimacy. The personal trainer stepped around in front of him. His eyes surveying. “Looks like you’ve been letting yourself get a bit soft around the middle.” Michael didn’t reply. No point in encouraging the bastard. He hadn’t worked out in a few days but he wasn’t “soft in the middle”. David: David let his eyes roll over Michael Christian’s body. It was true — the other man had been slacking off his workout — even if he was mostly just trying to get under Michael’s skin. When they first met, David had thought Michael was about his age — he had been surprised to find the other man was several years older. Had they met for the first time today, however, he would have guessed Michael was at least 30. To be fair, though, he still looked pretty damn good. “Tell you what. I don’t have any clients today. Why don’t I give you a free session?” “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine. Just been too busy.” “Hey, it’s no problem at all.” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.” From the day they had met, months ago, there had been a struggle. A tug of war. Michael was the man everyone lasted after, the man everyone wanted. And David was determined to topple him. To supplant him as the top of the tops (so to speak). It was that simple. David had always been competitive. He liked to win. And now, as always, he was determined to do so. Michael: Forty-five minutes later, Michael was drenched in sweat. David was pulling no punches on this workout and pushing him hard. He was on his third round of squats. His body ached. His legs and glutes sore. Stretched. Taut. Michael glanced at the personal trainer. The other man was not looking at his face. No. His eyes were glued firmly on Michael’s ass. After a moment, David pulled his eyes away and gave Michael a smile. No chagrin there at all. “Not bad, Christian. Let’s finish up with the bench press.” Michael wasn’t sure if David was complimenting his workout or his ass. For some reason he didn’t seem to mind David checking out his ass for once. It was nice not to just have everyone’s eyes brushing by him. They walked over to the bench and Michael stretched out while David added weight to the bar. “Let’s start with this. I’ve seen you lift more but you’ve been off your workout for awhile. We can add or take away weight if needed.” Michael nodded. He reached up to grab the bar… And his breath caught in his throat. David was positioned to spot the bar and, from this angle, Michael could see up the leg of the personal trainer’s workout shorts. The other man was not wearing underwear. His cock hung loose inside the trunks and Michael had a clear view. Michael lifted the bar and tried to look anywhere else. He was close enough that he could smell the other man. Masculine but sweet. Strong. Reassuring. He inhaled. Savouring David’s scent. The first set finished and David added more weight for the second set. Michael was struggling. Maybe David was right, maybe he was slacking off his workout too much. He needed to stay focused. The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of David. The bastard was too cheeky already. But Michael’s eyes had a mind of their own. Admiring the personal trainer’s well formed thighs. Following the view up into the leg of the shorts. To the big cock staring back at him. A cock as big as his own. And, to Michael’s embarrassment, his own cock was getting harder the more he looked up David’s crotch. “Come on, Christian. Stay focused on the weight.” Michael tried not look at the face above him. The smile on the lips. Oh yes, David had noticed the bulge growing in Michael’s shorts. “Nine. Ten.” The trainer counted. His hands hovered on the barbell now as Michael strained harder. “Come on, give me two more.” Michael’s arms were aching. He struggled to push the weight up… but it was no good. His arm was giving under the weight. David’s reaction was almost instant. His arms bulged as he lifted the barbell back to the the rack and stepped away. His eyes focused on Michael’s. Michael rolled off the bench and picked up his towel. “That was a great workout. Thanks.” “No problem, Christian. We should workout again sometime.” The personal trainer leaned forward. Whispering. “Something more private.” “Hey man, you know we’re both tops.” David just smiled. That smile. That fucking arrogant smile. “Sure, man. Whatever you say. But you know where to find me.” He turned and walked away. Michael cursed under his breath. His arms were aching… his whole body was. David had not held back on that workout even though it was a freebie. He headed through the locker room but didn’t turn into the showers. He threw his workout gear into the locker and grabbed his towel. Just a few minutes in the steam room. That’s what he needed. Despite the thick steam, Michael could see that the small room was empty. He sat on the white bench, draped his towel around his lap, and closed his eyes. Yes. This was exactly what was needed. Steam. Heat. Quiet. He felt his aching muscles begin to relax. The door opened and Michael opened one eye enough to look. Oh fuck. The tall, lean form that entered was silhouetted by the light outside. But Michael recognised him immediately. David. There was no mistaking that body or the cocky way the younger guy stood, his towel wrapped low on his hips. David: The personal trainer hadn’t expected anyone to be in the steam room right now. Let alone Michael. Something had happened during that workout. He was sure of it. He had seen the other man staring at his crotch… and get hard as a result. But Michael Christian was a total top… wasn’t he? No. He hadn’t expected this. But he wasn’t about to let this moment pass unfulfilled. It felt like there was unfinished business now. The other man was looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He closed the door and sat directly opposite his rival. Michael: Michael tried to ignore the other man but again his eyes betrayed him. David’s legs were parted enough that he could see under the towel. That big dick swelling slightly in the heat. Those heavy balls hanging between the toned thighs. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even notice that he was licking his lips. The personal trainer adjusted himself under his towel. But then left his hand on his cock. The cock that Michael was so fascinated by. The hand slowly stroking it. Michael didn’t touch his own cock but it was getting hard again. In the back of his mind something nagged at him. He was gay, true, but he was a top. Why was he so fixated on the other man’s cock? But he was barely aware of that nagging voice. He was fixated on David’s cock. Big. Hard now. Was it slightly larger than his own? He wasn’t sure. For the first time, he wondered how it would taste. David’s eyes still locked on Michael. His hand raised, curling his fingers. Beaconing. Michael barely noticed his body slide off the bench until he was on his knees before the personal trainer. He forced his eyes to raise from the other man’s cock. Up his body. That beautifully formed body. Sweat trickling down the abs. The strong chest. Those small, pert nipples. To his face. David’s eyes drilled into him. A mixture of surprise, lust, and expectation. Michael looked back down at the other man’s crotch. At the bulge pushing at the towel. His hands were trembling as he pulled the towel away. The cock, exposed now, just inches from his face. The smell of a man, of sex, so intoxicating. He felt his back bend like he was sleepwalking. His head lowered. His lips parted. And, for the first time ever, a cock slipped into Michael Christian’s mouth. The taste filled Michael’s mouth as he wrapped his tongue around the head. Salty yet sweet. The aroma was overwhelming. Something totally new for him. Musky and masculine. Thrilling. Intoxicating. His lips wrapped around the cock. His lips sliding down the shaft. He wanted more. David: David watched his cock slide into his rival’s mouth. Stunned. Maybe he always knew this rivalry would end this way. With one of them surrendering to the other. But he had not expected today to be that day. The reality of the moment was so different than the fantasy. So much better. Michael was worshipping his dick. He had won! The rivalry was over. He had broken the great Michael Christian. He only wished someone would walk in. Someone who could spread the word about this moment. Even without a witness though, the torch had passed. Michael would always know that he, David, had won. David raised his hands. Wrapping around the head in his lap. Gripping the hair. Pulling him down. Pushing his cock deeper into the hot mouth. “So I guess your rep as a ‘total top’ is bullshit.” He couldn’t help laughing in his victory. “You’re just another cocksucker, aren’t you?” He pushed Michael’s head down further. Hitting the back of the other man’s throat. Making him gag. He laughed again. The mouth working his dick was inexperienced. Uncertain. Clumsy. But David had never enjoyed getting a blowjob more. “I asked you a question, slut. Tell me what you are.” Michael: Michael let the cock slide from his mouth. Reluctantly. Sweat was dripping from his face. The heat of the steam or just the lust that consumed him? David’s fingers were wrapped around his chin. Pulling his face up. Eye contact. Shame flooded through him. What was he doing? Why was he sucking a cock? He had never done this before. Why now? And why with David? And why was his own dick so hard? But a word formed itself in his mouth. “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes. I’m just a cocksucker.” And it was true. He was. He had sucked a cock. And, even more importantly, he liked it. And David knew it. Michael knew things would never be the same. Not between him and David. Or the other men who had once been able to bend around his little finger. In this room, something had changed for him. “You want it again, don’t you.” David didn’t wait for a reply. “Beg for it. Beg to suck my cock.” Michael wanted to get up, to move away. But his legs would’t move. He stayed on his knees. Kneeling before the other man. His lips moving again, as if of their own accord. “Please…” His voice was weak. Grovelling. It made him feel sick. But he didn’t stop. “…. please let me suck your cock. I want to taste it again.” “Damn. You are a cock hungry bitch aren’t you? What would your friends say if they could see you now? Begging for my cock? The great and arrogant ‘top’ Michael Christian on his knees sucking dick. There’s a first time for everything, right? Fine. Open your mouth. And you had better go all the way down this time, cocksucker.” Michael didn’t argue. He bent forward and took the cock back into his mouth. David’s hands were back on his head. Pushing him down. He fought the gag reflex. And failed. Again. And again. Saliva dripped from his mouth. Coating his chin. Mucous was dripping from his nose. But David persisted. Pushing deeper with each thrust. Like a man possessed. Michael gave up trying to control the invasion. Succumbing. Surrendering. Letting the younger man fuck his mouth. And the cock slipped past his mouth. Into his throat. He could barely breath. But he didn’t - he couldn’t - resist. “Yeah, you cocksucker. Work that dick. I’m close.” The personal trainer moaned. Another thrust. Wild. Demanding. Another. Then the hands on his head pushed him down until his face was buried in the other man’s bush. Balls deep. And the cock erupted. Firing volley after volley. Flooding his throat. Down into his stomach. Michael couldn’t breath. His face was turning red. His vision blurring. He pushed against David’s thighs. Trying to get the cock out of his throat. Struggling frantically. But the personal trainer held him in place. Desperation. His struggles fading. His arms collapsing. His body yielding… And finally David let him slide back. Let him slide the cock from his throat. Let him breath. But he kept the head of his dick in Michael’s mouth. Still dripping. Still filling Michael’s mouth with the taste of his seed. Still savouring his victory. Finally the personal trainer pushed him roughly back, off his cock, and stood. “Thanks cocksucker. Not too bad for a first time.” David glanced down. “Well…. I guess you enjoyed it as much as I did.” The floor in front of Michael was sprayed with his creamy load. He had come while sucking cock. He hadn’t even noticed. “Clean that mess up.” David ordered. “I better not hear about the cleaners having to deal with it.” And he turned and walked out without waiting for another word. Michael was still on his knees, the taste of cum in his mouth. The aroma of David’s crotch still coating his face. Without thinking, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the cum. What had just happened? Why had he done that? His breath was ragged. He needed cool air. But he waited several minutes. He didn’t want to face David again. He couldn’t. He didn’t even shower. Just threw his clothes on and raced out of the gym.

Part 7: Interlude - A Lazy Day Michael: Michael Christian rolled over in his bed. It was light outside. His mobile phone was buzzing. He glanced at the time. 2:00 PM. What a fucking night. His body ached. His muscles felt like jelly. He felt like someone had shoved a straw in his spine and sucked all the life out of him… in a good way. That fuck was his best workout in weeks. The phone vibrated again. Michael forced himself to look at the phone again. Text messages. About 20 of them. Most from Scott. “Where are you?”, “We’re supposed to meet at the gym at noon”, “What’s going on?”, “You ok?” And so on. Michael tossed the phone aside. He dragged himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. He twisted the tap. Cold water. He splashed his face. Then looked up. And stared into the mirror. Was that more grey hair? His face grey as well, his skin dry. Wrinkled. He had always looked younger than his age but now, if anything he looked older. He looked, in a word, like shit. “I’m just dehydrated.” He told himself. He needed some water or juice or something. He wandered out of the bathroom. Passing by the bed, he stopped... and lowered himself to the mattress. Just for a minute he told himself. He would lay down for just a minute…. And Michael drifted back off to sleep. Scott: Scott knocked on Michael’s door. Sure, he was worried… but more than anything he was just annoyed. It wasn’t like this was the first time Michael had pulled a “no show” on him but he usually texted within a couple hours with an insincere apology. It was nearly 4 PM now and they were supposed to meet at the gym at noon. He heard movement inside. Some approaching the door. Slowly. Finally the door opened. “Hey, Scott.” Michael greeted him. Scott tried not to stare at his friend as he entered the apartment. He had never seen Michael look like this. Was that grey hair at his temples? And just a hint of crows feet around his eyes? Michael was dressed only in a pair of skimpy underwear that did little to hide his cock. The cock that Scott had wanted to see for so long… Scott frowned. This wasn’t the time for that. He forced his eyes away from his friend’s highly packed shorts. “Are you ok?” “Yeah, I’m good. Just a bit tired.” Michael admitted as he stepped back to let Scott in. “Well, I’ve been worried about you.” Scott tried to hide his irritation. He knew he wasn’t succeeding. “You didn’t show up at the gym and we were supposed to meet 4 hours ago.” “Four hours ago? Fuck. Sorry… like I said just feeling tired.” Scott sighed. “Well, let me get you some juice or something.” Michael nodded. “Have orange juice in the fridge.” “Ok. Lay down on the couch. I’ll be right back.” Scott snuck one last longing glance at the bulging package. Bulging! Michael’s cock was at least half hard. Viktor had often made little comments about that dick, how it tasted, and how it felt. Scott had been avoiding the Romanian recently. Every time Viktor was around Scott felt ill at ease. That night with David, calling out Viktor’s name, haunted him. He hadn’t told anyone, of course, he would never live it down. Yet every time he thought about Viktor, he felt a certain emptiness. Longing. No. That was silly. He didn’t even like Viktor… Right? Michael: Michael watched Scott leave the room. He was glad his friend was here. He wasn’t sick. Just tired. So very tired. He had noticed Scott’s eyes wandering to his crotch of course. He smiled in spite of his misery. He adjusted his package. It seemed impossible but he was getting hard in spite of how he felt. He needed to get off. To cum again. Maybe he should stretch out a bit. Let Scott get a good view when he came back. Scott had always wanted a closer look at his cock. Maybe he should just give it to him. Let him look. Touch. Taste. Maybe he would plow his buddy’s ass. He knew Scott would go for it. ‘What does Scott’s cock look like?’ He wondered. He had seen Scott in the gym showers but that was with a soft cock… so didn’t really count. ‘How did it look hard?’ No. That wasn’t right. He didn’t care about cocks. He was a top. He liked men for their mouths and asses. Holes to be used. He was just horny, that’s all. So fucking horny. He needed a hole to fuck now like he had fucked Seb last night. Seb. “Oh, did you know that Greg and Tommy are officially back together?” Scott said, walking back in with juice. “What? Again?” Michael laughed. Michael closed his eyes. It was nice to have Scott here but he wished it was Seb. Seb sucking him. Seb riding his cock. Maybe he should call him after Scott went home?

Wish I was there to lick that up for you. :-)

Part 6: Draining Michael: Michael sat, alone. His fingers tapping the desk. In the three weeks since Halloween, since that late night encounter in the park, he had not hooked up once. On Halloween night he told himself it was just a fluke. For a few days after that, he convinced himself it was just a dry spell. Now he was worried. Tonight, again, he had sat alone in a club and not one man had tried to catch his eye. Hell, as far as he could tell not one man had given him more than a glance. And he was horny. Well. He was always horny. But he seemed even more so recently. It had taken a few days but he had managed to drag himself back into the gym. But he was just going through the motions. He just didn’t seem to have much energy. He stood. Walked into the bedroom and opened the dresser by the bed. He pulled out the scrap of paper. The paper with a phone number written on it. Seb’s number. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about calling. But he was horny tonight. Very horny. He picked up the phone. Dialled. Listened to the phone ring at the other end. Again. Again. He was about to hang up when the line picked up. “Hello?” “Hey, Seb. This is Michael. From… um.. from Halloween.” “Michael. Good to hear from you. I was just thinking of you.” “Just wondering what you are up to tonight.” “Not much. Looking for mischief.” “Mischief sounds fun. Come over, we can make some.” “Give me your address.” Michael did. After he hung up, he sat on the bed looking at the phone. The truth was he wasn’t that excited to hook up with Seb again. And he wasn’t sure why. The guy had given what was probably the best blowjob Michael had ever received. And Michael had face-fucked too many guys to count. But if Michael had not been so horny, and Seb had not been so clear about wanting to get fucked, Michael would not have called. Twenty minutes later and the doorbell rang. Michael took a deep sigh, put on his best smile, and opened the door. Seb slipped inside. The door was barely closed and Seb had his lips pressed to Michael’s. Despite his reluctance for the encounter, Michael found himself kissing back. His tongue parting the other man’s lips and into his mouth. Tongues intertwining. Cocks hard. Shirts tossed. Belts unfastened. Jeans discarded. Bodies together. Hands groping. Breath ragged. Both men were only in their underwear. Seb gently pushed Michael back to lean against a wall, then slowly dropped to his knees. His lips now focused on the bulge in Michael’s briefs. Michael looked down at the other man, so focused on his cock, and - for the first time in weeks - felt almost like his normal self. Michael watched as the other man, clad only in a black jockstrap, worshipped his dick. Seb’s mouth caressed the hard cock. His tongue tracing it’s shape. His saliva seeping through the thin fabric of the briefs. His fingers sliding them down and off. His mouth returning to the hard cock. His hot, wet mouth engulfing the head. Fuck! This felt so good. But Michael was not looking for another blow job. He reached down and pulled the older man up and turned him towards the bedroom. Seb did not protest. Their lips found each other again. Bodies sinking down to the bed. Michael on his back. His dick - hard, aching - like a dagger growing from his crotch. Seb straddled Michael’s hips. A knee to either side. His ass sinking slowly. His hole touching the tip of the cock beneath him. His eyes locked with Michael’s. And he slowly slid down. Impaling himself. Michael smiled. The slut hadn’t even mentioned a condom. Michael didn’t care; he needed this fuck. His eyes rolled back in his head. Seb’s tight ring gripped him as it descended. He had fucked raw before — it was the bottom’s job to take reasonable precautions after all. And, truth be told, Seb’s ass was amazing. The last thing Michael wanted was the condom blocking this sensation. Seb slid up and down on the hard shaft. Slowly sinking deeper each time he descended. His hole flexed, sending shivers of pleasure through Michael’s body. His eyes looked on Michael’s face, his every expression. Speeding up his motions to increase intensity and then slowing to prolong Michael’s pleasure. Michael felt his groin press against the older man’s groin. The bastard had taken all 10 inches without breaking a sweat and didn’t even pause for a breath. Seb still hovered above and rode Michael’s cock at his own pace. Michael wanted to shift position, to get control of the situation. To get Seb on all fours so he could mount him and remind him who was top. But he could’t seem to get the leverage. Or even bring himself to say anything. So he was trapped, barely able to move, while the other man rode him at his own pace and in near complete control of the fuck. The best Michael could manage was to grip the other’s hips to try to control the pace. Michael hadn’t been in another man’s ass in weeks. He wanted to cum. But Seb kept slowing down every time he got close. It was so frustrating. But Michael couldn’t really complain. Seb’s hole was as talented as his throat had been in the park toilet. And he knew how to work Michael’s cock. The motions, the sensations, the rhythms became almost hypnotic. Seb moving up and down. Michael’s cock sliding in and out. Pressure to cum building, then ebbing, then building. But every second sent new pleasures reverberating through Michael’s body. And still they fucked. Michael’s muscles relaxed even as the sensations continued. Their eyes were locked and Michael couldn’t bring himself to look away. He didn’t even notice himself stop trying to roll Seb over onto all fours. Time had no meaning. Just his cock, the other man’s hole, the euphoria, and the eyes. Michael didn’t even notice as his muscles tightened, as his balls drew up, as his breath grew ragged, as his hands instinctively clenched. Then his dick erupted inside the ravenous hole. As the first wave of his orgasm hit, he was suddenly aware of everything again. His hips bucked up to drive his cock deeper. Wave after wave. His cum gushing. Three weeks worth of sexual frustration poured out into the tight hole. Filling it, making it slick. Michael’s body shuddered. Every nerve in his body tingled. His muscles reverberated as if an explosion had been set off in a confined space. His mouth open in a silent moan. His muscles so tight they were cramping. Then, suddenly, relaxed. He sank bank into the bed. Unable to move. Exhausted. Drained. But Seb didn’t stop. The older man kept riding. Not letting Michael’s cock grow soft. Working his hole up and down the shaft. Shifting in subtle ways. Slightly different positions. His hole clenching one moment — gripping tight - and the next relaxed and open. Sinking balls deep, raising just off the tip. Back down. Again and again. Always in control. Always controlling every motion. Michael’s cock was feeling sore. He wanted to stop but couldn’t seem to form the words. And so the fuck continued. Michael felt the frenzy building this time. He was going to cum again. Building. Building. Building. And then…. Rapture. If anything his second orgasm was more intense than his first. He ached. Every muscle screaming for this to stop. His cock sore from the friction. Had he been able to think, perhaps he would have wondered why he was so drained after only cumming twice. Just a few months ago he had hooked up with a hot Aussie couple and had fucked each of them three or four times. But the thought never even occurred to him. And still Seb didn’t stop. Still riding. Still working. Determined. Merciless. His attention focused on Michael like a laser. Michael managed to glance at the clock. Oh fuck. They had been going non-stop for nearly two and a half hours. His cock ached, the skin raw. Every time Seb moved it was waves of pain now that shuddered around his body. A strange sound filled the room. A low moan. Whining. Wretched. Pathetic. With effort, Michael looked around but there were only the two of them there. And it wasn’t coming from Seb. No. It was coming from somewhere deep within himself. No! It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t make a sound like that. But he was. Seb was still watching him. Smiling. But there was something venomous in that smile. Something triumphant. “Give me what I want.” Seb said. The first words either of them had said in hours. “Succumb. Surrender.” Michael couldn’t reply. He just looked up with that pitiful moan still emanating from within him. “Can you feel it?” Seb asked without pausing his motions. “Can you feel yourself ebbing? Fading? Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you just want to submit to it. Find where it leads you? A whole new experience for you?” And Michael could feel it. The room was dimming. His vision growing dark. But his cock still hard. Rearing towards another orgasm. Oh fuck. Almost there again. Oh. Fuck! So close. OH! FUCK! Here it comes! Michael never even felt his dick erupt for the third time. The darkness descended. He never felt his cum erupt over and over again. And over. And over.

Part 5: Interlude - Bad mornings Michael: The bright glare of the morning sun hit Michael’s face like a slap. He pulled his pillow over his face and rolled over. Just wanted to sleep. Just a bit more. He tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable. Hoping that sleep would return. But no. Sleep had slipped away in that one moment. He groaned and looked over at the clock. Ten o’clock. Lucky it was a Saturday. He wasn’t working today. It didn’t feel like he had slept at all. He sat up. Still fully dressed from when he had crashed on the bed the night before. His head throbbed and he felt a little nauseated. Just how much did he have to drink at the club, he wondered. He reluctantly crawled out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. Hauling out his cock, his pride and joy, he allowed his piss to flow into the toilet. Something about that first morning piss always felt so satisfying. He gave himself a playful stroke but decided he wasn’t in the mood for a wank and tucked his dick away. He washed his hands and then realised he had washed away the phone number the guy had written on his hand the night before. What was his name again? Sam? Steve? No… Seb, that was it. Oh well. Not like he was actually going to call him anyway, he decided. He glanced up and his reflection in the mirror. Damn. He looked like shit. His eyes red, heavy bags beneath. His eyes squinting in the harsh bathroom light that only made his headache worse. His hair a classic example of bedhead. He stopped. Looked closer. Was that? No! It couldn’t be. He couldn’t deny it though. The grey hair was all too visible despite his naturally pale blond hair. He grabbed his tweezers and pulled it out. Then another. And another. Until he was satisfied. He tossed the tweezers down in disgust and jumped in the shower. He needed to work out, get his blood moving, but he just didn’t feel like it. He took a long, hot shower instead. Letting the water run down his back. After towelling himself off, he picked up his phone and checked messages on his phone. Just an email from Tommy with the picture he had taken at the club. It was a nice picture he decided. Michael sent a text to Scott. “Coffee?” A few minutes wait before he received the reply. “Sure.” Michael got dressed and headed out the door. Scott: Scott offered Michael a little wave as his friend walked into their favourite coffee shop. “You look like I feel.” Scott smiled. “I feel worse than I look. How much did we drink last night?” “Too much. Maybe we are getting old and can’t handle our liquor anymore.” Michael grimaced. “Speak for yourself. But at least you had some fun.” Scott put on his poker face. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Michael about what happened with David. “Yeah… it was fun. How about you?” Michael shrugged, noncommittally. “Don’t know. It was just a weird night. Need to get a coffee… you want another one?” “Sure. Skinny latte.” Michael: Michael walked to the counter and ordered the drinks. The twink behind the counter gave him a friendly smile… but it was just a smile. No lingering glance, no licking his lips, no attempt at a seductive pose. Just a smile. Odd…. the twink always tried hopelessly to flirt with him. “Who cares?” he told himself, he wasn’t interested in the twink anyway. “Hey!” A voice said behind him. Michael turned. It was the guy from the park. Seb. “Oh, hey Seb.” “You remember my name. Is that a good sign?” “It must be.” Michael said noncommittally. Seb leaned forward and whispered in Michael’s ear. “Hope we get to meet up again. I think you owe me a good fuck.” Michael felt Seb slip something into his hand. “In case you lost this.” Seb smiled. Michael down at the paper… a phone number. “Yeah… yeah… that would be great.” The twink behind the coffee bar returned with two steaming cups. “Your lattes, sir.” Michael picked up the two cups. “Well… need to get back to my friend. Will give you a call sometime.” “I’m looking forward to it.” Seb said before stepping up the counter and ordering his own drink. “So. Who was that?” Scott asked as Michael sat down with the coffees. “Just some guy from the club last night.” “Not the freak who wanted to fuck you?” “Oh god, no.” Michael shuddered at the memory. There was something in the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something about the freak that had seemed so familiar. Well. Maybe if he hadn’t had quite so much to drink. Michael didn’t want to think about the freak though. As quickly as he could he changed the subject. “So. You and David, huh? Everything you were hoping for?” It was Scott’s turn to look uncomfortable and to change the subject as quickly as he could. Thinking about David made Michael think he should get to the gym. Just a bit longer he told himself.

As promised, posting the next three chapters of the story tonight. Out of town again next week (hopefully just one night that time so will need to skip a day then as well. Apologies. Now without further ado: Part 4: A Simple Mistake? Scott: Scott could not believe his luck tonight. David had been an object of lust around gym since he was hired several months ago. The twenty three year old personal trainer had immediately earned a reputation among the clientele for his hot body and big cock. He was the one of the hottest guys around Boystown. And, in Scott's estimation, second only to Michael himself. There had been hearsay of him letting a few guys suck his cock in the steam room at the gym… but Scott had always put that down as wishful thinking. Scott had seen him in the showers, however, and knew that at least the rumours about his cock were not an exaggeration. And now? Now they were in Scott’s apartment. The personal trainer was tall and towered over Scott. His hands were clamped to Scott’s butt. Kneading the ass that Scott had worked hard to develop and to maintain. Their lips locked together. They had barely made it inside the door before David had pined Scott to the wall, pressing their bodies together. The bulge in David’s jeans very noticeable as it pressed into Scott’s stomach. Scott pulled his lips away from David’s mouth to catch his breath. God! This guy was hot and his hands were everywhere. David: David took advantage of the momentary break to slip Scott’s shirt off and to unfasten Scott’s belt and jeans. Then their lips were locked together again. He ground his cock into the other man and smiled at the moan it elicited. David loved getting a guy hot and bothered. Really bring out their inner slut and they will do anything you want. And this guy was definitely there. The fact that he was Michael Christian’s best buddy was a huge bonus. There was something about Michael that brought out a competitive streak in David. And it had been there since day one. Maybe they were too much alike. But he wasn’t here to make love. He was here to fuck. To breed. And he would get his way. He always did. Scott: Scott felt his jeans slide down his thighs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and underwear. He stood naked in front of David but the personal trainer was still fully dressed. He took the personal trainer’s hand and let him to the bedroom. The other man said nothing. He just half smiled. Almost a smirk. ‘Fine.’ Scott thought. ‘Let him think I’m a slut. I don’t care. Just need that cock.’ Scott watched as David unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Exposing his firm and well developed chest David’s hands wrapped around Scott’s head and guided him to one of the firm nipples. Then the other. Scott found his hand moving to David’s crotch. Rubbing the hard cock waiting inside the jeans. Hands on his shoulders. Pushing him down. Scott dropped to his knees. Unfastening David’s jeans. Sliding them off. The personal trainer’s cock strained against his underwear. Demanding freedom. Scott pulled them down. Ten inches of man meat springing free and slapping him in the face. Long. Thick. Hard. For just a moment Scott wondered how this cock stacked up against Michael’s. But just for a moment. “Suck it.” David ordered. Scott opened his mouth and took the cock inside. Hands. On the back of his head. Pulling him in. Forcing the cock into his throat. Choking him. Trying to relax. Deeper. The lovely flavour. Filling his mouth. Salty. David leaned over him. Scott felt hands sliding down his back. Gripping his ass. Spreading his cheeks. Fingering his hole. His hole spasming around the teasing finger. Moaning. Raising his ass up. Letting David know he wanted it. Being pulled up. Turned around. Pushed onto the bed. Ass in the air. “Condoms and lube…” Scott gasped. “In the nightstand.” David: David turned to the nightstand and rolled his eyes. God these guys who insisted on a condom annoyed him. He fumbled in the dresser drawer but he had no intention of suiting up his dick. This hot ass was his to breed and it would be dripping his cum by the time they were done. Scott: The cold and slimy lube on Scott’s hole made his pucker spasm. A promise of pleasure to come. Fingers pulled away… and then the thick cock touched him. Demanding Scott’s surrender. Demanding entry. Scott’s breathing was laboured as he struggled to accept the invasion. This cock was big. Probably the biggest he had ever taken. And he wanted it inside. A wave of pain as the thick meat breached him. The bulbous cock head passing through his sphincter. Oh fuck! It hurt… but it felt so good! Staring at the mirror. At the reflection of this muscle god pushing forward. Pushing the dick into his ass. It was worth the pain to feel this. And then he noticed: The condom, still in its wrapper, on the nightstand. "Didn't you put on a condom?" "Nah, babe." David didn't even pause. "Don't like to use 'em... My dick slides in so much easier without."" "I don't know, maybe we should put the condom on." Hands on his hips. Pulling him back. Into the fuck. Pushing two inches deeper into him. A moan escaped somewhere from deep in Scott’s core. "Don't worry so much. I'm clean. And, be honest, doesn't it feel better?" And it did feel good. And maybe David was right. Maybe taking such a big cock would be easier bare. And he wanted to take it. “Yeah.” He whispered. David pushed forward with a little corkscrew motion. Scott moaned again. “See, you like that. Don’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah… that feels so good.” “Take it, baby. Take my cock up your tight little ass. Been watching you at the gym. Wanting to tap his ass for awhile.” “It’s yours man. Fuck me.” And David did. Pushing deeper. More of the shaft sliding in. Opening Scott’s hole. Pounding. In and out. Deeper. Deeper. Pain. Pleasure. The sensations indistinguishable. He wasn’t gentle. Scott arching his back. Raising his butt. His hole. Begging to be used. “Of fuck… I need this. You feel so good inside me.” Balls deep. Slapping against Scott’s upturned butt. Full strokes in and out. Fingers gripping his ass tighter now. “Getting close….” David moaned. “Me too.” Scott’s hand found his own dick. Stroking. “I’m so close…” Scott’s body tensing up. Face red. Biting his lip. A tremor cascading across his body. Eyes closed. Savouring the sensation of the big cock stretching his hole. Not thinking. Just feeling. Lost in the moment. An image started forming in his mind but he didn’t even notice. A familiar face just outside his awareness. And then he hit peak. “Fuck me, Viktor! Fuck me… I’m coming!” Scott cried. Cum gushed, covering the blankets beneath him. His hole spasmed around David’s cock. David: The spasming hole pushed David over the edge. His cock detonated and he pushed it deep inside. Making sure his load was deep. Slowly their cocks softened, their breathing slowed. David slipped his cock out and gave Scott’s but a little slap. “So.. who’s Victor?” “Viktor?” “Yeah.. you called me Victor.” David frowned. He felt cheated of his moment of triumph. “Isn’t that one of your friends? That’s a bit fucked up, man.” “I’m not sure what you mean…” Scott stammered. David ignored him. “Not used to being upstaged in bed…. especially by someone who isn’t even there.” Scott: Viktor? There must be some mistake, Scott told himself. Why in the hell would he call out Viktor’s name during sex? David reached for his underwear. “Anyway. That was fun.” “I… um… hope we can do it again.” David wasn’t even looking at him. “Yeah. Sure. Sometime really soon.” A few minutes later, Scott closed the door as David left. He grabbed a towel, wiped himself, then sat on the couch. Well…. That had been awkward.

Quick note: Currently traveling (work) and have discovered that formatting is getting lost with copy / paste. I will be home in a couple days (Thursday) and will get caught up then. Apologies.

Glad you enjoyed it... more to cum.

Part 3: Late Night Michael: “Sorry folks…. Last call.” The DJ called out over the speakers. It was 2:45 AM and the crowd had been thinning away for at least an hour Glen and Tommy had drifted away at some point, surely back at Glen’s place fucking like rabbits. Scott had hung out a bit longer until ‘gym guy’ pulled him away. Scott had given Michael an apologetic look but had followed his trick. Viktor? He had disappeared hours ago. Michael downed his last drink and tried not to smash the glass on the bar. He could not remember the last time he had been so horny. Hours - literally hours - and his cock had not settled down. What the fuck was going on? He grabbed his coat from the coat check and headed home. He reached the park but it was late and the park seemed was so dark. Ominous. Maybe he should just a around? “Don’t be stupid.” He muttered to himself. “It’s cold.” And so he set off across the park. The cold night air was biting. Very cold for so early in the year. It was only October — November now he corrected himself — and the wind was icy cold. Biting at his face and hands. He hadn’t really dressed for this weather…. he was sure it hadn’t been like this when they left Viktor’s earlier. He pulled his coat tight around his body. Despite the cold, his cock was still hard and throbbing in his jeans. Fuck. Maybe something was wrong… should he try to get into a doctor tomorrow? Some animal scurried by this feet and Michael jumped. “Fuck.” He cursed himself. He was being ridiculous. But he picked up the pace anyway. He approached the small concrete building in the middle of the park that held the park’s toilets. The building was dark but the security lights outside came on as he approached. He needed to get out of the cold for a minute. Surely the building was empty at this time of night… ? He paused … there was someone silhouetted near the door. If this was some vagrant he didn’t want to get too close. But no. He could already see this was no vagrant. He took a couple tentative steps closer. He could just make out the man. He did a little double take. It was the man from the club earlier. The “almost hot” man that Michael had started to make eyes with but who had disappeared on him. This man clearly recognised Michael as well. He smiled as Michael approached. Michael held his eyes for a moment then stepped through the door and into the men’s room. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out the wind. He could hear it howl outside but felt warmer in here. Michael stepped to the urinal and pulled out his cock. Shit! was this thing never going to go down? Still hard as a rock. His foreskin was retracted. The door opened and closed behind him. The almost hot man stepped up to the urinal next to his and fished out his own cock. They stood quietly next to each other for a moment. “Very impressive.” The almost hot man whispered. “But looks like you could use a hand… or more.” Michael glanced his way. This was not his scene. Not all all. But his cock was so hard. He hardly noticed that he was stroking it softly. The guy wasn’t that bad looking. Plus… they were alone now. No one ever needed to know. “Yeah.” His voice was horse after shouting over the music all night. “Fucking horny, man.” The almost hot man reached over and gently pushed Michael’s hand away and wrapped his own fingers around the thick and bulging shaft. A low moan escaped from Michael’s chest. The other man started slowly stroking. Michael’s eyes closed. “My name is Sebastian, but you can call me Seb.” “Mmm hmm.” Michael didn’t reply. He didn’t see the point of giving his name to a trick like this. A slut who hung out in toilets looking for cock. One not up to Michael’s standards. One that Michael would never hook up with again. The almost-hot man leaned in. Their lips touching. Their tongues met, Michael’s tongue darting into the other man’s mouth, the other man gentle and accepting. The man’s mouth was sweet, his breath hot like cinnamon. Michael felt the man unbuckle his jeans and slide them gently down to his thighs. The hard meat bounced out… free of the confining denim. Desperate for satisfaction. The almost-hot man, Seb, broke off the kiss. Michael opened his eyes. The other man was smiling. His eyes locked on Michael’s. The almost hot man knelt down slowly. Never losing eye contact. Kissing Michael’s chin. Kissing his chest through the sweaty shirt. Down his abs. Finally facing Michael’s hard cock. “Yeah man.” Michael urged. “Open up and suck that dick.” The man slowly moved forward. The head of Michael’s uncut dick touching his lips, then parting them. The lips circled Michael’s cock and welcomed him in. The tongue swirled around the sensitive head. Caressing it. Licking the piss slit, then coiling around the glans, brushing the frenulum. Back to the tip. This guy could suck cock! Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head. Seb pulled Michael’s dick out of his mouth and rang his tongue along the underside. He licked across the entire ballsack then gently opened his mouth and took one of the testicles into his warm cavity. Tongue dancing around the scrotum. Gently at first. Then, watching Michael carefully, gradually increasing pressure. Back to the tip of the cock. More play with the head. Then taking it deeper into his mouth. Sliding down the cock. Allowing it to slide across his tongue and to the back of his mouth. Backing off. Sliding back down. Backing off. Michael was in no mood for the teasing. His hands found the back of Seb’s head. On the next downstroke, he pushed deeper. His cock slid into the stranger’s throat. No complaint. Michael pushed deeper. Inch after inch of his cock pushed into the throat. Until his balls slapped against the stranger’s chin. Ten inches of man meat pushed into his throat and he was taking it effortlessly. Seb clearly had a very well controlled gag reflect. The man was moaning and the vibration brought extra pleasure. Michael wasn’t sure how long this had been going on. It felt like hours, it felt like minutes… or seconds. The stranger pulled off for a breath of air. He let the cock slide from his mouth for only a second. Then took the tip back into his mouth. Working the slit. Working the head. Then letting the cock slide back across his tongue into his throat. Deep. Balls deep. Balls slapping against his chin. Back out. To the tip. All the way back down. Michael returned his hands to the back of the stranger’s head. He couldn’t stop himself. His hips thrusting. His balls raising. His cock swelling. “Here it comes. Take it!” Seb’s hands wrapped around Michael’s butt for support. He pulled Michael. All the way inside. Crotch pressed to lips. And held him. Deep. “Oh…. fuck! Fuck!” Michael’s cock spasmed. Tremors shaking his whole body. His load firing down this almost hot man’s throat. Volley of cum. After Volley. After volley. Seb swallowed it all. Holding Michael tight. Not letting him move away. Until Michael was spent. His face was red. His breath ragged. His cock softened. His body sagging. At last content he had received every drop, he let Michael move away. Michael staggered back and leaned against the sink counter. For the first time in hours, his cock was not hard and aching. He signed with relief. “Mmmm.” Sec moaned. “That was so tasty.” “That… was.. “ Michael struggled for breath. “… the… best… blowjob… I’ve… ever… received.” The man raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You flatter me.” “No, man. I mean it. Fuck… I feel totally drained.” “Pity. Would love to feel you inside me.” The stranger winked. Michael looked at the man, still crouched on the floor. Maybe he had been wrong about the man earlier. He couldn’t see any grey hair or wrinkles now…. couldn’t be older than his early thirties. Maybe it was just the light. Michael paused, considering. “If your ass is anything like your mouth, I would love to fuck you sometime.” But his cock lay lifeless on his thigh. “But not tonight. Just don’t think I could.” Michael zipped his jeans and fastened his belt. The stranger stood. Stepped close. His lips pressed against Michael’s. His tongue parting Michael’s lips. Michael returned the kiss eagerly. Savouring the sweet taste of the man’s mouth. Not even a hint of the taste of the load he had unleashed down the man’s throat. At last the man stepped away. “You never told me your name.” “Michael.” “Nice to meet you Michael.” Seb pulled a pen from his back pocket and wrote a number on Michael’s hand. “Here’s my number. Call me when you are ready to fuck.” Michael’s hand wrapped around Seb, holding his ass tight. “You bet I will.” A final kiss and Michael staggered out of the toilet. He took a couple steps. And stopped. A man. Standing under the closest tree. Watching. His eyes glued to Michael. Michael recognised him. The freak from earlier, the sickly looking one. The one who had wanted to fuck him. The strange man grinned, knowingly, then stepped back into the shadows. And seemed to disappear. Michael hurried on through the park. Fuck. Crazy people these days. Finally he opened his apartment door and threw coat in the direction of the couch. He felt so tired. So drained. He staggered towards his bed. He just needed to lay down for a minute. He would get undressed in just a minute. Just needed to lay down first. Just … for … a … sec… And Michael Christian was fast asleep.

Part 2: Halloween Encounters Scott: The club was packed when they arrived at 11:00 PM. People were being turned away from the door but the bouncer let Michael walk by with a nod… and Scott and Viktor trailed in his wake. The rest of their little group - Greg and Tommy - were waiting when they came in. “Didn’t think you guys were going to show!” Greg shouted above the noise. Greg was no real beauty but was passably handsome in a blue collar sort of way. Scott had let Greg into the group a couple years ago during a spate of gay bashings. Always good to have someone around who looked like he could fight back. And Greg, who worked construction, definitely fit the bill. “I said you three were having a threesome to get the party started.” Tommy laughed. “Not fucking likely.” Scott said through gritted teeth, still annoyed at the wasted time on the seance, but no one heard him. If you looked in a gay dictionary for the word “twink” you would see a picture of Tommy. Tall but very thin and boyish, Tommy couldn’t be closeted if he wanted to… so instead he wore his gayness like a banner. He and Greg had dated briefly but Scott suspected he had hoped to “trade up” to Michael. Good luck. He was definitely not Michael’s type at all. “Hey guys!” Tommy said, pulling out his phone. “Everyone squeeze together. Let me get a picture.” Scott sighed and he saw Greg roll his eyes. But no one seemed to complain. Michael was only half paying attention, his eyes scanning the room. Looking for his next conquest most likely. “I’ll send you all a copy later. “ Tommy promised. Greg leaned close to Michael and Scott. “So what did keep you?” “Don’t ask.” Michael laughed. “I need a fucking drink.” He led the way to the bar and Greg bought the first round. The first round of many. Michael: Thirty minutes later and Michael found himself leaning against a column fighting with a growing sense of frustration. The music was great. The club filled with hot, sweaty, horny men. Men undulating to the music. Grinding their bodies together. He had a nice buzz from the alcohol. Tonight, however, something seemed… off. Different. Somehow. It a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The crowd’s eyes seemed to slide right past him. Even his friends had wandered off. Greg and Tommy were all but screwing on the dance floor. Viktor was out there as well… dancing with a different man every song. Even Scott… poor little Scott who had followed him like a puppy since they were 15… had wandered off. He was alone. Alone in a crowd of gay men. This was not something that Michael was used to… or that he liked. And worse. He was horny. He wanted to find an ass to fuck. His cock had been hard, frustratingly hard, for an hour. He had made no real effort to hide it but the even his 10 straining inches weren’t drawing a second glance. “Hey.” A voice said behind him, close enough to almost whisper in his ear but shouting to be heard over the noise. Michael turned around, startled. He hadn’t noticed or heard the man come up behind him. Was there something familiar about his face? Didn’t really matter though, this guy was nowhere near Michael’s league. He was older — at least in this mid to late 30’s. His body was thin and untoned… but with a bulging belly. His hair was mostly grey and dishevelled, his face covered with a beard, thick and unkempt. It was his face that revolted Michael the most: gaunt, skin pale, eyes sunken. He looked sick. He may have been a looker once but that had clearly faded. Not Michael’s type at all. “Fuck dude. You shouldn’t come up behind me like that.” Michael had to shout a bit over the music and noise. “Sorry buddy. You just looked lonely so I thought I could come keep you company.” “Excuse me?” Michael wanted a fuck but this guy definitely wasn’t it. “Come on, baby. I’ve got something that will put a smile on your face.” The sickly man casually groped his himself through his too-tight jeans. “You will definitely smile when I get this inside you.” Michael laughed in his face. “You are barking up the wrong tree. I don’t get fucked. I’m a top.” “Oh please… with an ass like that? Your ass was clearly made for fucking.” “Not happening. Besides. I don’t do pity fucks. Look at yourself, man. You look like a fucking corpse. I wouldn’t even let you suck my dick.” “Well fuck you, man. I was just trying to cheer you up. Go home alone and whack yourself off while looking in the mirror.” The stranger turned and disappeared into the crowd. Great. Another annoyance on an already miserable night. Michael turned back to the dance floor to see Scott approaching with a couple more drinks. Scott: “What was that?” Scott asked as he approached. “Some asshole wanted to fuck me. Can you believe that shit?” Scott laughed. “What? Didn’t he know who you were? Must be from out of town. Was he at least hot? I couldn’t really see him.” “Not hot at all. Looked kind of sick actually…. like some kind of AIDS victim. It’s strange but I’m sure I’ve seen him somewhere before.” Scott shrugged and handed Michael a drink. There didn’t seem to be much point in talking with all the noise. Viktor: There were no quiet corners in this club but Viktor retreated to the most out of the way spot he could find. He was shaking a bit. He had seen the sickly man and watched him approach Michael. It was clear that Michael had not recognised that face. But Viktor had. This was unexpected. The truth was he hadn’t known quite what to expect when he set this in motion. But he certainly had not expected this. Viktor’s eyes scanned the crowd, looking for that face. Nothing. He needed a better vantage point to look… and to keep an eye on Michael. He kept losing Michael in the crowd, even though the blond wasn’t moving. It was like the eyes just slid off him. The club had a balcony that over looked the main dance floor. It was a cruisy area, and an area where guys would go who wanted to fool around without leaving the club. Viktor had sucked and been sucked off up there before. He wasn’t interested in that tonight… but it would be the best place to keep an eye on what was going on. He took a deep breath and pushed through the crowd. Michael: Midnight came. And went. Michael had tried to make eye contact with a couple really hot guys. Nothing. He might as well be sitting home alone. His cock was so hard it felt like it would break off. He couldn’t remember being so horny. HIs mind was filled with images of bending one of these hot guys over and burying his dick in them. But not a single one of them was looking his way. Scott was nearby talking to a guy that Michael recognised as David, one of the personal trainers at the local gym in Boystown. David was tall, muscular, lean… maybe just a bit overbuilt in the chest and arms for Michael’s taste, brown hair cut very short on the sides. They had flirted a bit but David was, like Michael, a top and it had never gone anywhere. Michael’s eyes settled on Scott. His buddy did have an amazing body. For the first time in years he considered crossing the line. What would it be like to get balls deep in Scott’s hole? No. He shouldn’t… he couldn’t… fuck Scott. But that ass was looking really inviting tonight. Greg and Tommy had returned from the dance floor. They were both drunk and the atmosphere was getting the best of them. Glen’s hands caressed Tommy’s perky ass and Tommy was cuddling up to his rough looking ex. There was little doubt that they would be going home together tonight. Wouldn’t be the first time, probably wouldn’t be the last. Of Viktor, there was no sign. Michael could only assume he had gone home with someone. Shit. He had no real interest in Viktor at this point but that hot hole would feel good wrapped around his dick right now. Hell, any hot hole would feel good. Michael’s eyes panned the crowd. Fuck. Not a single pair of eyes was so much as looking his direction. Then… eye contact! The man smiled and raised a glass in salute. Michael gave the barest of smiles back. The man stood and started walking closer. The man was handsome — but at the same time somehow nondescript. Definitely on the wrong side of 30…. possibly approaching 40. Even at this distance, Michael could see grey hair on the man’s temples. On a normal night, Michael wouldn’t have given him the time of day… but this was not a normal night. The guy did have a nice body.. and he was a hell of a lot hotter than the freak who had come up behind him earlier. Michael toyed with the idea. But no. Not with Scott, Greg, and Tommy nearby… not to mention David. There was no way he was letting his friends see him hook up with someone below his usual standards. He broke eye contact and looked back towards Scott. But Scott was otherwise occupied. His chest was pressed tight against David. The personal trainer’s tongue was probing into Scott’s mouth. And Scott certainly wasn’t protesting… his eyes were closed and he had “the look”. Michael had seen that look on a lot of bottoms - and plenty of so-called versatile guys like Scott. It was almost always there, although they tried to hide it. On a night like tonight - more than a few drinks, a club practically raining in sweat, testosterone, and sex - the look would come out. Michael could almost feel Scott’s hole twitch from here. Tommy wouldn’t be the only one getting fucked tonight. He looked back towards the man who had been approaching. Gone. Disappeared back into the crowd. Shit. Viktor: Viktor watched the scene from the balcony. Couldn’t anyone else see what he could see? The man who had stepped from shadows into a crowded bar. A man from whom light itself seemed to bend away. He had seen the stranger catch Michael’s eyes. He had seen the moment between them come. And go. He had seen the man take a single step back when Michael looked away. And then he had simply been gone. And no one had noticed. Other than Michael and himself, he wasn’t sure that anyone had seen the stranger. The lights above him flickered and the room seemed a little darker. A chill ran down his spine. Something was near. Behind him. He turned. Two men stood a few steps away, leaning again the wall, watching him. Two men. The stranger who came from and returned to shadows. And the sick man. The sounds of the club seemed to go quiet. The mass of men around him slowed. Then stopped. As if time itself stood still. As if someone had hit pause on a movie. “Viktor Lupei.” The stranger said. With everything stopped, frozen, around them he spoke in a quiet voice. “You know who I am?” “Y-yes.” Viktor’s mouth felt very dry. “My Nana called you Zburător.” “I am known by many names but that is an old one. Perhaps ‘Sebastian’ would sound better in this modern age.” He paused a gestured towards the sickly looking man. “And you know my companion don’t you.” “Yes. I recognised him earlier.” “Good.” Sebastian stepped up to the balcony and looked down at Michael, frozen in time like the rest of the club. “I have set things in motion per our bargain. Now let us agree on the payment.” Viktor nodded. A bead of sweat dripping down his back, making him shiver. “Three times I will exact a price. Once to seal the bargain. The second when he who treats you with contempt is at your mercy. And the third after a heart is broken beyond hope. Those are the terms. Do you accept?” “I accept.” Viktor replied with only a moments hesitation. “Very well.” Sebastian said, not turning away from the balcony. “My companion will claim the first payment, to seal our bargain, on my behalf.” Viktor turned to the sickly man. The grungy grey hair and beard. The pallid skin. The lesion, hard and brown, on his forearm. The swollen, flabby belly. The lips, dry and swollen, formed into a lecherous smile. The sunken eyes now looked at him the way a hawk looks at it’s prey. Viktor had no doubt the payment that was demanded. “But he is sick!” The sickly man laughed. “That’s right boy. I am sick. I have AIDS. A very resistant strain.” “And…” Sebastian interrupted, “he will give it to you. I will make sure it takes. That is the first price. This is your last chance to turn back. Do you want your vengeance or is your pride worth nothing?” Viktor’s heart was racing. He could feel the pounding in his ears. He was a model for Christ’s sake. He could have any man he wanted. Well… almost any man. Was revenge against one man worth this price? He looked down from the balcony to Michael. To that beautiful man. Who had used him, fucked him, then discarded him like nothing. Who had relegated him to a mere background player. “I… I…” Viktor stammered. He paused. Calmed his breathing. “I will pay the price.” The sickly man put a hand on a shoulder and guided him to a corner. His lips found Viktor’s mouth. His tongue parted Viktor’s lips and slipped inside. The rough beard scratched at the model’s face. His breath bitter and foul. Viktor wanted to gag. The hands sliding down the Romanian’s back and cupping his ass, fondling it, squeezing it. Their bodies pressed together. Viktor could feel the sickly man’s cock - very long, very thick, very hard - straining in the other man’s jeans. The sickly man pushed Viktor back slightly. Breaking their kiss. “Drop your pants.” “What… here?| “That’s right.” The sickly man whispered. “Right here. in public.” Viktor looked around. The crowd was still silent, unmoving, oblivious, frozen in time. He loosed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Slid them down over his thighs. His uncut cock hung limp over his ball sack. “Turn around.” The sickly man ordered. “Oh yeah… that is a pretty ass, boy. I’m going to enjoy wrecking it.” A hard slap on Viktor’s butt brought a gasp. The sickly man chuckled then roughly pushed Viktor’s shoulders forward. Bending him over, raising his ass into position. The Romanian’s cheeks parted slightly, giving a tantalising glimpse of his hole. A finger poked at the opening. Impatient. Pushing inside. Sharp nails. Digging. Scratching. A second finger. A third. Finally the fingers slipped away. “Brace yourself against the wall. Keep that position until I tell you otherwise.” VIktor obeyed. The sickly man made a hacking sound in his throat and Viktor felt a gob of spit land on his hole. “That’s your lube.” Viktor felt the hard dick pressing against his hole. He took a deep breath, relaxing his body. His sphincter. The sickly man slammed forward without further warning. His big head ripping through Viktor’s puckered hole. A single unyielding thrust. Pushing half of his shaft inside the model’s body. Viktor screamed. He loved getting fucked. But not like this. Oh fuck! This hurt. The cock forced it’s way deeper. Inch by inch. Hard, merciless thrusts. Stretching the hole. Preparing it for its breeding. Balls deep. All the way out. Slamming all the way back inside. This was not making love. Or even sex. This was fucking. Raw primal fucking fuelled by hate and contempt. Viktor became aware of sounds. Music. Voices. Quiet at first but growing. Movement. The men around him stirring. Slow motion at first. But then more and more normally. Oh fuck! Everyone would see him! Sebastian stood next to him. A smile on his lips. Cruel. Mocking. Viktor dropped his head hiding his face. “Shit… look at that dude getting fucked!” He heard someone shout, as if over load music although the music still sounded faint and distant. “That guy looks sick. Is he wearing a condom?” “What a fucking slut.” “I know him! He’s a model… I took some headshots for him.“ And then the music was back to normal… too loud to hear the voices. A crowd was forming around them. Hands touching him. Fingers around his chin. Pulling his head up to see his face. Phones out around him. Snapping pictures. Recording videos. The crowd was surrounding them. Making sure security couldn’t see what was going on, couldn’t stop it. Some of the guys had pulled out their own dicks. Stroking as they watched his breeding. The thrusting in his ass was speeding up. The big cock in his hole swelling. The sick man’s hands on his hips. He couldn’t hear the man but he was sure the man was grunting. Swearing. And then he felt it. He felt the dick in his ass spasm. Erupt. Flood his ass. With cum. With toxic cum. It filled his hole. The cock in his hole still hard. Still moving. Not done. Thrusting again now. Faster. Cum dripped from Viktor’s hole, dripping down his legs. The sickly man was no more patient the second time. The thrusting, if anything, more insistent. Pushing that toxic seed deeper. Working it into the Viktor’s ass. Into the cuts from the fingers and the tears from the first brutal fuck. Viktor’s hole on fire. Like all the skin inside his chute had been ripped off. Pain radiating up his spine. Despite himself, the Romanian’s cock had grown hard. Throbbing as it bounced between his thighs. He wanted to stroke himself but had to keep both hands on the wall to keep himself supported. His body tightening. Clenching. His fingers clawing at the wall… …And then his cock convulsed. A wave of pleasure cutting across the pain. Mingling with it. Cum flying from his cock as it bounced. Slimy cum everywhere. The convulsing model’s body was too much for the sickly man. His fingers dug into Viktor’s hips as if trying to break them. His cock again swelling. Erupting. Flooding. Seeding. Breeding. The thrusting slowed. Stopped. The gaunt body sank onto Viktor’s back, holding him in place. Sweat dripped from the pale, wasted chest. Quickly coating Viktor’s back. The smell of the man filling Viktor’s senses. Viktor felt fingernails caressing his butt, drawing lines up onto his back and spine. He turned around. Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself - stood at his side staring intently. Staring as if he could see through VIktor’s aching body. As if watching something happening inside. Or guiding it. Then Sebastian smiled triumphantly. He spoke in Viktor’s ear. He didn't shout or raise his voice but it carried even over the loud noise of the club. “It is done. His virus has entered your blood. Even now it is taking hold, infecting it’s first cells, changing them to produce replicas of itself. The first payment has been made. It is begun, but now I have other business to attend to.” Then he was gone. The sickly man’s cock softened and slid away. Viktor felt cum dripping from his well used hole. The sickly man gave him a final glance. The face so familiar and yet so alien. Cold. Humourless. Triumphant. And then he disappeared into the crowd. Viktor stood. Pulling his jeans up and fastening them. They were damp from dripping cum and blood. He tried not to look at the crowd around him. All watching him. Their eyes full of contempt and pity. If he could have done so, Viktor would have wept. But instead he felt nothing. Numb. Emotionless. Empty.

Part 1: A Seance for Halloween Viktor: “Oh come on. What are you two afraid of?” Viktor laughed. Scott was scowling but Viktor found the expression almost comical on that pretty face. But he looked to Michael for a decision. He always did. Scott’s dark hair was arrayed playfully above his seductive blue-grey eyes. His square jaw covered with stubble that was always just over a one day growth… but never a beard. Tonight he wore a grey t-shirt with a couple buttons at the collar. Buttons that had been carefully left unfastened allowing a tantalising glimpse of his muscular chest. Yes. Scott was a handsome man… strange then that he had set himself firmly in Michael Christian’s orbit. To be near Michael was to be in his shadow. His entourage. Looking at Michael your eyes never knew where to land. His blond hair cascading over his forehead led you to his eyes. Blue eyes. Blue like a clear sky just before dusk. Smooth kissable lips. Cheekbones you would swear you could swing from and an angular jaw that guided your eyes down to his chest. His body relentless perfection. Tall, strong, tanned, toned. But no one part overpowering the rest. Everything in balance. He was 28 years old but was often mistaken for younger. And his cock. Oh fuck yes! His cock. Michael had a truly impressive member. 10 inches, uncut, and thick. A cock that Michael, a total top who wouldn’t even suck a dick, enjoyed using and using often. Michael had fucked every beautiful man who had measured up to his high standards. Except Scott of course. Viktor liked to tease Scott about it. How big the cock was. How great it felt inside his ass. Not that Viktor had felt it in awhile. Viktor had given himself completely to Michael. And Michael had used him until he grew bored then moved on. And that, perhaps, was what had led to this night. Michael sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” “Excellent. It is Halloween. We must have seance!” Viktor’s Romanian accent was strong, off putting to some, but he liked how it set him apart. It had brought him some resentment and persecution from time to time… but it made him exotic to others. He even played it up when it suited him. Like now. He lit the three candles he had waiting on his small round coffee table. He had made the candles himself. Just the way he had been taught. While he was lighting the candles he carefully pricked his finger on the sewing needle he had tucked under one of the candles. He made sure he stood in a way that the other two men could not see what he was doing and dropped a single drop of blood into the flame on each candle. Nana had always said that black magic need blood to target properly. A precise process to obtain the precise result he wanted. He turned of the lights; the room fell dark except for the three candles. He gestured for Michael and Scott to join him on the floor. The three men each sat facing each other around the small coffee table with the three candles in the middle. “We must to hold hands.” Viktor said. Scott: Scott sighed. He really didn’t want to hold Viktor’s hand but took it. Best just to get this over with. It was Halloween and Scott just wanted to get to the club: a club where friends were waiting and - more importantly - a club that was surely already pulsing with sweaty muscular men grinding away with each other under the influence of massive amounts of alcohol. No one would be wearing costumes, it wasn’t that kind of club. In fact, the guys would be wearing as little as possible. Scott had never liked Viktor. But then, to be fair, he never liked any of Michael’s tricks. Viktor had caught Michael’s eye in a club six months ago and Michael had fucked him a few times. That should have been the end of it… but Viktor had somehow managed to worm his way into their small group of friends despite Scott’s best efforts. ‘The trick that won’t go away’ as Scott called him. It wasn’t that Viktor was ugly. Far from it. You didn’t get attention from Michael Christian by being ugly. A model, Viktor had the lean build of a swimmer. His hair was just long enough to be unruly without being truly unkempt. His lips full and wide. His face smooth — perhaps a touch androgynous — the small scattering of moles on his left cheek only emphasised the allure. He carried himself in such a way that, when you first met him, you might think him naive. Until you looked in his eyes. Viktor’s eyes were not quite amber, not quite brown. But were piercing, cold, and calculating. There was nothing innocent in those eyes. Scott had thought about his reaction to Viktor. No. It wasn’t his looks. Scott didn’t like Viktor because he guarded their little circle of friends jealously. Or, truth be told, he guarded Michael jealously. Viktor had latched on to Michael but for Michael it had only been sex. After the novelty wore off, he had grown bored. He had long since moved on in the seemingly endless succession of beautiful men who tumbled into his bed. Not that Scott had ever been one of those men. He and Michael had never “hooked up”. Michael always said he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. The only glimpse of Michael’s infamous cock was sneaking glances in the showers at the gym. Michael: Michael hid a smile and watched Scott take Viktor’s hand reluctantly. Part of the reason he let Viktor hang around was to watch him annoy Scott. Michael liked Scott. He was a great guy and probably his best friend… but it was so fun to watch Scott get frustrated. He knew that Scott wanted him, idealised him. Yet he had always resisted. Sure, Scott was a hot piece of ass. But a hot piece of ass that wouldn’t want to be just a one night stand. Michael really did value Scott’s friendship but he didn’t love him. He would never be able to give Scott what he really wanted. Fucking him would kill their friendship. So he kept his friend close. But always at arm’s distance. Viktor had closed his eyes and was chanting. “Spirits of the underworld. Hear my voice. …” He continued on and on but Michael wasn’t really paying too much attention. Nothing was happening, of course. This kind of thing was just a bunch of superstition. A collection of old wives tales and fairy tales used to keep children in line. Michael had thought it might be fun (after all, it was Halloween) but he was starting to regret his decision. After a few minutes, Viktor opened his eyes. “I think is better if I do in Romanian. I can do just like my Nana taught me.” He didn’t wait for a reply. He simply closed his eyes and resumed his chanting, this time in Romanian. Michael listed to the unknown language rolling off Viktor’s tongue and wondered absently what he was saying. Viktor: Viktor began the ceremony for real now. This was, of course, not a mere seance. But he had no intention for the other two men to know that. Despite having spent so much time with his Nana, watching her and learning the old ways, he was nervous. He had never done anything like what he was about to do. He wasn’t sure Nana would have approved. ”Spiritele din lumea interlopa, auzi glasul meu. Deschis de văl între lumi, alaturi de noi aici.” (Spirits of the underworld, hear my voice. Open the veil between worlds, join us here.) “Deschideţi porţile iadului. Trimite-mi care zboara, cunoscut ca Zburător.” (Open the gates of hell. Send me He Who Flies, known as Zburător.) He continued for several minutes, rambling on. Nothing was happening. He was sure he was doing this right…. what was wrong? Michael: Michael shivered. The room had gradually grown darker, colder. Odd. He hadn’t seen Viktor turn down the heat. He was feeling a little light headed. He wondered if Viktor had put some sort of drug in the candles that they were breathing in as the candles burned. He wouldn’t put it past the dumbass. He wondered again what Viktor was droning on about. This had long since lost its appeal. Viktor: Viktor’s voice raised slightly. He was pleading now. He knew he was out of his depth but this had to work… he had studied and prepared for this night for so long. “Da-mi un semn ca esti aici.” (Give me a sign that you are here.) He felt something and his breath caught in his chest. He had been touched between the shoulder blades by a finger. A finger as cold as ice. Oh fuck. It had worked. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or terrified. Both. “Am fost nedreptățit. Acest om mi- a folosit și aruncat pe mine deoparte.” (I have been wronged. This man has used me and then thrown me aside.) He tilted his head slightly, almost imperceptibly, to Michael. “Ajutoare mă în obținerea răzbunare mea. Luați departe ceea ce el comori mai presus de toate: Predominanța. Vointa. Rezolva.” (Aid me in my revenge. Take away what he treasures over all: Dominance. Will. Resolve.) “Celălalt mă tratează cu dispreț. La departe ura lui și înlocuiți-l cu pofta. Dă -mi-l. Pentru a satisface dorințele mele.” (The other treats me with contempt. Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.) He nodded slightly towards Scott. “Știu că există un cost. Voi plăti costul de bunăvoie. Vei face cum am întrebat? Dă-mi un semn.” (I know there is a cost. I will pay it willingly. Will you do as I have asked? Give me a sign.) Viktor felt the icy touch on his back move. It slowly traced down his spine coming to rest just above his buttocks. He felt cold air on his ear, cold like death. A whisper so quiet no one else could hear. “Este dat.” (It is given.) Viktor smiled. “Contractul a fost făcut.” (The contract is made.) Scott: Scott was trying not to cough. The smoke from these candles was getting to him. Making his throat burn. Viktor’s eyes were still closed but he said, in english. “Repeat after me….The contract is made.” Contract? What contract? Scott looked to Michael but his friend just shrugged. Eager to end this nonsense, however, they repeated the phrase. “The contract is made.” Scott could see that Michael was out of patience. Excellent. He would put a fast stop to this now and they could get to the club. “Ok… we go to club now.” Viktor smiled and was already standing up. Scott stood up. “Wait. That was it? What a fucking waste of time.” Viktor just smiled. “Time will tell. Time will tell.”

Author's note: It's been awhile since I've posted a story... but I have been writing. This story is long (14 chapters and some of them fairly long themselves)... BUT it is mostly written. I'm just going back and doing proofreading / corrections/ adjustments on the later chapters... so the story should not be abandoned unfinished. The plan is to post one chapter a day (or so). Hope you enjoy.

Very hot.

I remember that story as well bbcris. If I am thinking about the same story, it's about a nurse who (over the course of several chapters) takes poz loads from several patients. I seem to remember that the author may have included an underage encounter and got them deleted. (UK age of consent is lower and that may have tripped them up... seem to remember the author being from UK).

Hot. Love reading about the descent. We start out as virgins. Always craving... Something. Something we can't name. The we get our first encounter. Maybe we give some guy a clumsy blowjob. But we get a taste for it. We surrender our cherry hole. It hurts. Oh fuck it hurts. But it sets off something inside us as well. After he pulls out, we feel an emptiness. We want it again and again. Still painful each time but each time more and more amazing. Maybe we feel guilt. Maybe at war with ourselves. Need to stop. No! I need it again. Fear fights desire. Determination fights our desperation. Until we will do anything to feel a dick inside us again. No condom? Well... Just this once. I'm safe, are you? All leading to the inevitable. The surrender, the fuck, the cum. The sensation, the pleasure, even more intense. The feeling that you have truly given yourself to another man. No barriers. The feeling of his warm seed inside you. Maybe you try to play safe again. But it's not the same anymore. You want it raw. And you will do anything to get it. A little less picky about his age or build or looks. A little less attentive to his status. Until, on some level at least, you don't care. Maybe you even want him to be poz. The risk. The reward. And then, someday, that moment your doctor says he has news for you. You know what it is. He wants you to be sad. Maybe you are as reality sets in. But there is also that relief. I don't have to worry anymore. Maybe that elation. Even pride. You've crossed over. Welcome to the brotherhood.

Edinburgh Hotel Hookup The story is true. Some details, timelines, and conversations have been changed to protect the guilty (that would be me). I travel a lot for work. This finds me frequently in hotels and frequently looking for a bit of company. This week, I found myself staying overnight in Edinburgh. I was feeling particularly randy. I have a partner but our sex life has dwindled since we were married just a few years ago. I tried several approaches to scratch that itch that any bottom slut knows. I went to a sauna (aka: bathhouse) yesterday but arrived late and had to settle for little more than a cuddle. Back in my hotel, fired up the arsenal of apps and sites (BBRT, Grindr, Scruff). About to give up I received two messages. The first seemed very promising but, unfortunately, he was not available until today. The second message was from a top and I invited him to my room. Unfortunately, he was adamant about “Safe Only” so he ended up jacking off and leaving. By this point, that itch to get fucked had grown to an aching need. This morning, however, my luck finally turned. I was supposed to start work but temptation called. I opened Grindr and heard that little trilling sound indicated a new message. It was the first guy from the night before. We picked up our conversation from the night before. “So what are you into?” He asked. “The usual. Sucking, getting fucked, maybe more…” I replied. “What kinks?” I paused. This is always a tricky question Some guys are looking for kinks, but other guys will disappear when you list what you are into. I kept my reply noncommittal. “I’m open to a lot of things.” He took the bait. “Watersports? Sweat? Bareback?” “Yes, yes, and hell yes.” “Do you like it rough? What are your limits?” A little alarm bell rang in my head. I ignored it. “Not into a lot of pain but do like a dominant top who knows how to use an ass. No blood or scat.” “Do you have any toys?” “I do have one dildo with me, not huge but it is ribbed.” “Can you take some aggressive play with the dildo.” Again the alarm bells. Again, they were ignored. I didn’t think to ask what he meant, picturing him sliding the toy in and out of my hole aggressively. “Yeah, I guess.” “Anon ok?” “Anon is hot.” I said. “Cool. He sent a picture showing body, no face. His skin is pale, so I’m thinking he is a blond although I can’t tell. He is slim but not skinny. A muscular torso, mostly smooth, and was wearing a pair of boxing shorts. “Very nice.” I replied and sent him a picture of my body and my ass. “I can be there at 10:30… that work for you?” The scales in my head were raising an lowering. I really needed to start work. But I really wanted - no, scratch that, needed - to get fucked. It is not hard to guess which side the scales favoured. “Yeah. That sounds great.” “I’ll message you from the lobby. Want total anon. You unlatch the door, be on the bed, lubed, and with the dildo available. My critical thinking have been shut down by this point. All I could think about was getting his dick in my ass. “OK. Sounds good. I have a sleeping mask (to block out light) that will work as a blindfold.” “And no condoms, right?” “I prefer bare.” I assured him. I didn’t ask his status. I don’t care. I’m POZ already (my profile says so) and right now I don’t care if he is toxic or has any other infections. I just want him. “Perfect. I’ll message you when I get to the hotel.” And he was gone. I made sure I was prepared for the fuck. I pulled out the lube, sleeping mask, and the dildo and set them by the bed. And watched the clock. 10:30 came and went. I began to get a little worried. Was he just messing with we? Was he going to no show? Then the tone from Grindr. He had arrived. I lubed my hole, carefully unlatched the door and left it ajar, and put on my “blindfold”. I lay down on the bed, butt up. Waiting. In anticipation. The door opened. I worried that it might be housekeeping but no employee called out. The door closed. He was in the room. I heard him getting undressed. I heard him pick up the lube and dildo from the nightstand. On the bed. Next to me. Checking my hole. Fingers pushing into me. Stretching. I moaned. “Put this on.” He presses a packet into my hand. A condom. I am confused. I’m the bottom… and we agreed no condoms needed anyway. “I want you to shoot your load into the condom while I’m fucking you.” “I’ll try.” I say. I am a bottom. Close to 100%. I don’t usually cum when getting fucked. My pleasure comes from getting a dick inside me, pleasing my top, taking his load. Plus condoms are suck a turn off. But I want to please him… so I will try. A touch on my lips. His cock. I opened my mouth and took him inside. Nice cock. I couldn’t see it but I’m guessing about 7 inches and thick. Uncut. Tasted so good. His fingers slipped from my lubed ass. I felt something bigger. The dildo. My dildo isn’t the longest but it does stretch you nicely. It has a nice head. Slightly bullet shaped to open the hole but getting progressively wider. Past the head, each of the ribs is bigger than the one before. He worked it in my hole. Quickly pushing deeper until the dildo bottomed out. He wasn’t being gentle but I didn’t want gentle anyway. And this felt really good. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I could feel him shifting around on the bed. Between my legs. His cock, wet with my spit, against my ass. His hands spreading my ass cheeks. Positioning his uncut cock against my hole. Pressure, pushing in. II raise my ass to meet his thrust as he he buries his dick in my hole. My ass tightened instinctively but I did my best to make it relax for his assault. e was in no mood to be patient. Pumping my ass. Quickly burying himself balls deep. He pulled out. Dildo back in a few strokes and then leaving it there. He moved back in. I could feel him close. The weight of his body. The head of his cock as he pressed it to my hole. Was I misreading this, i wondered? Surely he wasn’t thinking to slide into my already full ass? Pressure. Oh fuck! He is going in. My hole resists but he pushes through. Pain explodes in my ass as he rips my hole and pushes inside. My hole body tenses beneath him. This only makes the pain worse. I’ve never been double penetrated before. It is a fantasy of mine but it has only been a fantasy. Now, he is making it happen. He didn’t ask. Didn’t tell me. I’m a hole to be used, abused, and seeded. I want him so much. I want to give myself to him. To please him. To earn him load. He does get the head in but the pain is immense.I feel my sphincter tear a bit. I’m trying to keep my voice down but cry out. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” “Yeah. Oh yeah.” He whispers. He has an accent but I can’t place it. Doesn’t sound like Edinburgh. I feel the dildo slide out. Pushed by my ass tightening around it. I breath a sigh of relief. Just his dick in me now. But he is not done. He slides his dick out. Then he slides the dildo back in. Again I feel the pressure. The pain. He is back inside me. Pumping my hole. Stretching it like it has never been stretched before. His hand on my shoulder blade. I’m biting the pillow, literally, to try to will myself to open for him. To take him all the way alongside the dildo. But I can’t. The pain is too much. “I’m sorry…. “ My teeth are clenched and my voice ragged. “I can’t take it. I’m so sorry.” He continues for a moment more. A couple more strokes. Then pulls out. Again, my body sighs in relief as the pain subsides leaving the spams in my hole that seem to radiate through my hole body. His cock at my lips. Ass to mouth it is. I open willingly and take his cock in my mouth. I am struggling to suck now. Breathing still ragged. He pumps my ass with the dildo a bit more. His cock slides out of my mouth. He shifts. He takes my dick in his hand, My dick is limp. The pain of the double penetration of his dick with the dildo has robbed it of it’s starch. His mouth takes me inside. Despite the condom, I feel his lips. His warm mouth. He coaxes it back to life. He shifts again. Sitting on my face. I want to suck him again but his dick is out of reach of my mouth. I lick his ass a bit but she shifts that away as well. I settle for licking his balls. “Get it hard for me.” He whispers. I still can’t place his accent but his voice seems vaguely familiar. “Shoot your load in the condom and I’ll give you my load in your ass.” I begin jacking off with renewed vigour. I want his load. And I want it in my hole. I am able to get my dick fully hard. Despite the competing sensations in my ass. I struggle. My dick is angry with me perhaps. But I don’t care. I need that load in my ass. At last I am able to milk out a small load. he pulls the condom off without comment and, I presume, ties it up to take it away. He pulls me to the foot of the bed and has me lay over the side of the bed with my ass in the air. I feel him stroking. Hear his breathing increase. He is close. And he pushes his dick back inside my hole and I feel that glorious spasm. That reward that bareback bottom sluts, sluts like me, love. I feel him breeding my POZ hole. I wonder if he is POZ or neg. If he is reinfecting me. His spent cock slides from my ass. I want to take off the blindfold. To see him. But I obey his instructions keeping our encounter anonymous. “Get back on the bed. Face down.” I obey. He inserts the dildo into my hole. Plugging me. Keeping his seed inside. I am laying, face down on the hotel bed, a dildo buried deep in my ass. He slides off the bed. I hear him move around the room. Getting dressed. He seems to be taking longer than I would expect. I wonder if he has recorded this at all. If he had a camera or even a smartphone out, I would have no way of knowing. I’m no beauty, to be honest, but who knows what happened while I could not see? That though makes me feel even more of a dirty slut. I love it. “Later.” He says. And I hear him leave the room. I give him a moment to leave then remove the blindfold and make sure the door is latched. Pulling out my phone, I send him a message on Grindr thanking him for meeting me. Telling him I enjoyed it. When I arrived home this evening, I checked to see if he replied but our messages on Grindr are gone. He has blocked me. Did I disappoint him? I wasn’t able to take the double penetration with the dildo. I wasn’t able to give him a bit load in the condom. Or maybe this is just what he does. He fucks then blocks. Anonymous is his thing and he is not looking for repeats. Who knows. His voice did sound familiar (both the voice itself and the accent) so I wonder if we have hooked up before. I looked again at the picture he sent and I’m sure I’ve seen it before but I can’t remember where. For me, I got his load. So I am content. And, while I wasn’t able to take the DP today, I think that - with more prep (a lot more to be honest) and maybe with a less thick dildo and a less thick dick - I would be able to do so. My hole is still quivering. Still aching but still radiating pleasure as well. I do want to try again. The idea of giving myself to a man, anonymously, to use me. To ruin my hole. To breed my ass, fill me with his seed, and discard me like a cumrag. Yeah. I find it hot and want to do it again! So, if you are out there, my Edinburgh stud, if you visit this site and read this post… thank you. Would love to try again sometime and see if I can take your DP. Give me another chance. Make me your bitch.

So few tops, so much time. <lol>

Otter....If I get to Berkley at some point would love you to pound and unload in my ass. Beauty of a cock! (From California but live overseas currently)