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RECAP Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips. I looked deeply and directly into his eyes and began to shake my head yes to his question. Without saying a word, we both knew that it would not be the only poz load that Frank would put in my ass. There would be numerous poz loads, and I would willingly accept them deep, deep inside me. And, I would accept numerous poz loads from Dave, too. What was I doing? How could I explain this to Roger? How would my boy react to what I had done? CHAPTER 2 Frank, Matt, and Dave I lay there being held by Frank. He felt so good with all that fur and demonstrative if not demanding possessiveness holding me in his arms. This was so out of my element as I was the one who held Roger in my arms. But this felt so . . . right. Frank and I talked about everything and nothing. I finally realized his voice sounded as if it were a mix of Sam Elliott and Randy Travis. It was also very hypnotic and held me spellbound. Each word registered in my brain but also echoed over and over and over drawing me closer to him as I became bewitched. As all of this idle chat took place, Frank almost imperceptible began to reposition himself closer and closer and then moving himself so that he was behind me. He began kissing my cheeks and ears and nuzzling them. I felt his hairy legs push my legs outward and settle his legs between mine. I felt his superb fur pelt deliciously scratching my back. His hands roamed over my sides until he reached my hips and then returned up my sides. I felt his hands push down on the mattress lifting his torso up off my body. His right hand lifted off the mattress and I felt him trying to guide once again his fully engorged poisoned cock to my hole. Without hesitation I reached back quickly grabbing my ass cheeks and pulled them as far apart as I could thus allowing Frank to lower his pre-cum dripping piss slit to my hole. He smeared his copious pre-cum on and around my hole, then, finding the center began to push inside me. Once more I felt Frank’s scorpion stinger cock slid into my tight ass causing me considerable pain. I closed my eyes slightly as I moaned hungrily and urgently for Frank to drive all of his poison delivering cock into me as deep as he could. I needed him inside me again. The pre-cum could help with only so much of his cock but the rest was dry going in me. I tightened my sphincter instinctively, attempted to ball my hands into tight fists as I pulled my ass cheeks wide apart, closed my eyes tightly, and grimaced as my body muscles contracted. I was thinking of what was about to happen: Frank was once again going to fuck me and deposit a large dose of tainted ball nectar deep inside me and I so desperately needed him to do that. “Now, now,” Frank cooed into my ear. “This is for you. This is so that you can be my boy and take all the lethal doses of poz cum from me. You know you want it. You know you do because you willingly came to my home after toying with me at the gym during our work out. You watched me take off my clothes on the way to my bedroom. You asked to use a bathroom and willingly entered my bedroom. You saw me stop walking and turn to face you totally naked. You did not turn away or even stop. You walked up to me and let me put my arms around you as you put yours around me. You know you want my poz cum in you. It’s the only way you can be my boy. You know you want this. You know you want to be my boy. You know you want to be my poz boy with a scorpion of your own.” I heard all of this said over and over and over as the words echoed in my head and began to attach to my storage. As Frank kept up his hypnotic cooing, my body began to relax as best as it could. My grimaced facial look lessened to one of acceptable pain. I opened my fingers and reached forward grabbing the bedding. Though pressed down by Frank’s body I did my best to raise upwards with my ass giving absolute no revocable total consent. After a couple attempts, I gritted my teeth and made a greater attempt at pushing backwards to accept more of Frank’s gargantuan poison stinger into my ass. “THAT’S MY BOY!” I heard Frank hiss into my ear. “Yes, that’s my boy for sure now. You know you are mine and will always be mine now. Let’s get another load of this stinger juice in you and then prime you for the actual physical acceptance.” And Frank began to shove fully into my ass until he met some resistance but not for long. Frank groaned and moaned with gritted teeth I could tell until I felt a “pop” inside me and the last four inches of Frank’s now fully inflated leviathan cock slid deep, deep inside me. I was going to be Frank’s boy for sure. I reveled and rejoiced in that thought. Frank held himself still. I felt sweat from his body running onto mine. Frank flexed his cock a few times sending waves of elation and excitement through me. My body shook with deep anticipation of what was to come and what I was to become. My breathing was aroused as was I. I looked forward to the ultimate outcome which I knew would happen. I had no doubt of Frank’s ability to infect me. “You are going to be my boy after I am through with you today. You want that; I know. Are you ready?” he asked me quietly as he tenderly kissed my ear. I shook my head instantly and whispered, “Yes, I want to be your boy. Make me your boy. Make me just like you. Please.” Frank began fucking me like a wild man. He fucked me lying flat on the bed. He fucked me on all fours as he held my hips in his strong daddy hands. He fucked me standing on the floor as I was bent over lying on the bed. He fucked me with him standing up and with me bent over. He fucked me holding on to the shower wall as I had one foot on the side of the tub. He fucked me on my back on the bed. He fucked me pushed against a wall. He fucked me on my shoulders with my legs pushed over and my ass aimed at the ceiling. Frank was a crazy man fucking me and priming me for what was to happen. At first the pain was almost unbearable but I endured it willingly and with purpose. It was in this position that Frank yanked his now severely swollen cock from my ass, grabbed me with his mighty hands, and flipped my body around nearly slamming me down onto the floor on my knees. He reached up and shoved my shoulders to the floor and drove his super bloated poison cock deep inside me and began discharging his second toxic cum load into me deeper than his first. He roared loudly as salvo after salvo spewed into my ass. I felt every round of poison cum that was making me Frank’s boy. Frank had edged himself taking longer and longer times to fuck me in each of the positions he had used. I realized he was making sure to build up a large load of his HIV positive cum to have the greatest likelihood that I would convert on this fuck from him. My body began to tremor with anticipation and rejoicing of being like my new dad. Thoughts of Roger were no where to be found. As Frank’s spewing began to ebb, I slowly slid my front down onto the floor as Frank followed lying on top of me. We both were cooing and gently moaning satisfaction. I grabbed Frank’s wrists and wrapped them around me using them as a pillow. Frank nuzzled my neck and occasionally licked my ear or blew into it. He also ground his cock inside me as I did my best to push my ass upwards showing acceptance and gratitude. I was where I belonged. We at long last settled ourselves and quietly reveled in our deed. “Well, that was one helluva ending,” a deep voice said. “Looks like you might have yourself a boy, Frank. Didn’t seem to object to what you did.” “Dave, you always have perfect timing,” Frank rumbled deeply. “We were discussing the implications of the loss of the sugar cane crop in Haiti this year for your information. I was merely demonstrating how plunging prices could affect the world economies.” Frank began a slow withdrawal from his complete occupation of my ass. When his cock finally exited my sphincter, he slowly stood up. I stayed on the floor for a moment but rose quickly looking at Dave. I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed. I wasn’t concerned about any jealousy once I saw Dave’s face. One look told me I was on safe ground. I grinned sheepishly then turned to the bed and climbed on it lying down so that the towel once more pushed my ass slightly upwards: lesson learned. Dave’s voice rumbled saying, “This . . . is the daddy . . . to that boy . . . who usually is with him at the gym? You going to let him keep that boy, Frank?” “I don’t know yet,” Frank replied quietly. I lay on my stomach hearing but saying nothing. I was the subject of the conversation but was not involved in it. I somehow knew that lesson also. My daddy was speaking with someone else. I may be a part of the topic of conversation but I was not in the conversation. “Is he private property?” Dave whispered. “Not from you,” Frank rumbled. “You know that.” At that pronouncement, I looked up at Frank who was looking at me. He smiled at me. I smiled back then turned my face to Dave. I raised my chest up from the bed and positioned myself on all fours spreading my knees sufficiently wide. I turned my head once more to Dave and smiled broadly. I mentally knew there was a connection between the two but I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t need to know. All I needed to know was I had a daddy, Frank, who had just given permission to Dave to fuck me. I was going to make my daddy proud of me. Dave once more looked at Frank and began quickly stripping out of his clothes. He was covered with hair but not as thick or as magnificent as Frank’s body hair. His cock was uncut, too, but a little smaller. Not by much mind you. He walked to the bed and climbed on behind me. I turned my head facing forward and began an ultra low moan. I realized later it was a mating call and signaling I was accepting of him. I had no choice since daddy had approved of it. And it was about pleasing daddy. I felt Dave position himself behind me. He told me to push out some of Frank’s cum which I did. He rubbed it all over the opening of my ass and no doubt covered the head of his cock. I closed my eyes and dreamily “saw” what was happening. I knew that Dave, too, was going to fuck me and deposit a load of HIV infected cum inside me. My body shuddered with excitement and the prospect of that. The pressure increased and soon Dave’s uncut cock slipped through and into my ass past my sphincter peeling back the mighty hood that I had seen. I swooned at the sensation. I felt every inch of his mighty seed giving tube slid inside me until his bushy crotch hairs were crushed by his pelvis against my cheeks. I gave out a loving coo and laid my head down onto the mattress. I heard Dave coo also at what his cock was feeling. But that was not to last very long. Dave grabbed my hips with his strong hands and began to fuck me slowly. He would pull all the way out to the head of his dick, hold his cock there, then, slam hard back inside me always hitting my prostate. Each time my head jerked upward for a bit. I knew this was a deliberate and brutal fuck he was giving me. I didn’t know why. I didn’t care. He wanted it this way. After about the fifth fuck slam, I grunted. Each time after that I grunted Dave began his own grunt sound. We each were enjoying what was happening. I turned my head as it lay on the mattress and looked at my daddy and smiled. He broadly smiled back at me. I could tell he was so proud that I had so readily accepted Dave in my ass. I got a shiver seeing him look at me with such a glow on his face of pure elation of what he was seeing. He stood there by the bed stroking his mighty phallus that commanded me now. With each stroke, pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit and was coating the end. The piss slit area was covered with a thick shiny coat of his pre-cum so much so that suddenly a large glob stretched out from the weight and finally dropped to the floor. In a flash, Dave stretched over my back grabbing my shoulders and pulled them upwards raising me off the bed as he slammed a final time deep, deep inside me. He roared loudly as I felt his cock begin to swell and spew his own venom saturated semen into my ass. Instinctively, my sphincter began spasming accepting this delivery of toxicant. My body shook as I began laughing giddily at how free and euphoric I felt now. I leaned backward until I felt Dave’s hairy chest rub my back. I reached my hands behind him and gently pulled him closer. I welcomed his entire brew into me. Daddy wanted that and so did I. Dave wrapped his arms around my chest and leaned forward kissing all over my back. Once his delivery had been completed, he pushed me gently forward as he pulled slowly and gently his cock from my now well used ass. He slipped off the bed coming to my face and kissing me deeply. As Dave kissed me deeply, daddy slipped up on the bed once again and I felt him positioning himself behind me. I quickly adjusted my position and he slipped quickly and easily into me where I felt him unleash another load of his toxic cum. All I could do was groan deeply my acceptance and thanks to him. I found myself once more on my stomach with the rolled towel beneath me listening to my daddy and Dave talk. It was about me of course but it also was about them and how I would be incorporated. They were a couple which didn’t surprise me. They were very open in their discussion with no argument at all. At the end of the discussion, they were agreed that I was to be Frank’s boy but that Dave had use of me as well. As for my “boy”, Roger, Frank and Dave both agreed that I should not be able to keep him. As they discussed the topic, I said nothing and discovered I had no objection to losing Roger. I felt a tinge of guilt but this was about pleasing my daddy . . . and Dave. Frank would approach Roger at the gym at the end of a work out session taking him back to his place to lay out everything. Then, they both turned to me signaling everything had been settled. I cleared my throat and stammered out a new twist. I suggested that they work on Roger to see if he would become Dave’s boy. It was a huge risk with them being HIV positive. And since they were and I was most likely on my way to being positive, that would be the biggest obstruction. But, I had overcome that same obstacle. Why wouldn’t Roger? CHAPTER 3 Roger, Charlie The flight from New York to Chicago was only two hours. But, the two hours were just the beginning that would inject in more ways than one new dimensions into Roger’s life. Roger was on edge as he sat in his seat and buckled himself in. He had hated getting up so early for this flight. He was now having to contend with his ass spasming and reminding him that he had not received his morning load of cum and his ass was demanding to know why. It was miserable having to sit for two hours. He knew he would have to go to the head and at least finger himself to quiet his ass’ demand. But even that would only be a short temporary fix. Roger knew he would have to have more. He shivered at the thought and anticipation. He had been through this before. Not often did his company send him to Chicago but when it had he found himself in desperate need with Matt so far away. He had never told Matt of his indiscretions. Roger just couldn’t tell him how unfaithful he had been. He had hooked up with other men to satisfy his deep carnal lust. Roger simply could not go without being fucked. Even in New York Roger had held out as long as he could but he eventually had found himself back at one of the bath houses where he would spend a few hours taking on one man after another until he was so tired he could barely make it back home. Roger was roused out of his deep thoughts by his seat mate who sat down with a plop and snapped his belt together. He turned to Roger and smiled. Roger’s heart skipped a beat. He caught himself staring with so much lust at the man seated next to him. He was Matt’s height at least, probably about the same weight, mid forties, naturally tanned skin, short black hair that cascaded down his sideburns and covered his face. His eyes were the deepest brown and sparkled. His teeth were perfectly white. His laryngeal prominence was very noticeable and Roger found fascinating when he spoke. His voice was deep and dark, yet quiet and very hypnotic. His flying mate introduced himself as Charlie. Roger shared his own name. They chatted about being sent to Chicago for work. Each went infrequently and dreaded it but it was work. They discovered they were both going for a week and staying at the same hotel: Palmer House. Their chat amicably came to an end when Charlie announced he needed a quick nap. Roger took out some papers and began reviewing them. Roger made notes as he went through each paragraph, chart, and notation. As he was coming to the end he got bored and began twiddling his pen between his index and middle finger. He didn’t pay any attention to what he was doing but soon found his pen took a short flight landing point up in the triangle of crotch and two upper thighs of his seat mate. He stared now at his pen and could see a large overly stretched fabric area on a left leg. The whole area seemed to be breathing slightly. Roger stared as his ass had a major puckering spasm. Charlie shifted in his seat setting himself fully upright and turned to Roger smiling and told him that it was quite alright to retrieve his pen. Roger just stared at Charlie. Their eyes stared deeply into each other. Charlie’s face then darkened and Roger saw flames in Charlie’s eyes as he rumbled out, “Do it, now.” Roger in slow motion moved his hand to the pen slowly extracting it and pulled it back to him. Charlie then smiled and rumbled, “That didn’t hurt.” Roger slightly shook his head no. Charlie kept smiling and moved his head slightly closer to Roger and in a reverberating voice told Roger that he knew of something that could hurt. He looked down at his pant leg with Roger’s head turning to look as well. They both saw that the large overly stretched fabric of Charlie’s pant leg was even larger and most decidedly pulsing. Charlie sat back in his seat as Roger became flustered. He eventually packed up his papers and sat quietly for the rest of the trip. Charlie took charge when the plane landed. He told Roger to follow him. They retrieved their luggage and took a cab to the hotel. At registration Charlie told the desk clerk that there had been a change in plans. He wanted an executive double room with double beds instead and that Roger’s room was to be canceled. The clerk did what Charlie had ordered and the two were soon in their shared suite. Charlie set about unpacking as did Roger. As Roger was finishing, Charlie grabbed up a small bag and went in the bathroom where Roger heard some sounds. Charlie called out to Roger to call his work and to check in with them and to see if he was needed today. Roger complied telling Charlie that it was okay for him to go in tomorrow morning. Finishing in the bathroom, Charlie came out announcing he was going to call his work and for Roger to strip and go use the shower. Charlie told his Chicago office he would be in Tuesday and that the group he was meeting should be ready to go as soon as he got there at nine. Roger had stripped and went in the bathroom finding that a sure shot had been installed. There was only one purpose for such and Roger went to work immediately. Roger came out of the bathroom and looked at Charlie hesitantly. Charlie looked up, turned and walked to an armless chair and sat down. He motioned for Roger to approach and to sit. When Roger neared Charlie, Charlie quietly told Roger to sit on his lap facing him. Charlie looked into Roger’s eyes for a few seconds then quietly told him that he knew all about him from other men. But, Roger was to tell Charlie everything about his other half and an absolute detail of how Roger was not monogamous and how he cheated, where he cheated, and with whom he cheated. Roger gave a little gasp that Charlie knew so much about him. His eyes reflected his fear. Charlie took his big hands and began stroking Roger’s body all over calming him. Roger stammered a few times then began pouring out all about Matt and his relationship. He told Charlie everything. Roger could not stop talking until every last sordid detail had been unfolded. Charlie smiled at him and told him that wasn’t so bad or difficult to do. He told Roger that for this week he didn’t have to be concerned about the lack of sex as Charlie would see to that. He told Roger to get up and go get on all fours on the bed which Roger did. Charlie stood and stripped. He quietly walked up to Roger, leaned down and spit on his ass opening a good half dozen times. Charlie then moved closer to Roger and lined his destructive fat cock head at the opening. Charlie stretched over Roger grasping his shoulders and whispered, “Not . . . one . . . single . . . sound.” He waited a few seconds and drove his uncut nine and a half inches fully into Roger’s ass. Immediately Roger went into frantic mode and tried to escape which he didn’t do since Charlie had him in a death grip. The pain was the worst that Roger had ever felt. After a few minutes of failing to escape, Roger gave up accepting his position while his body jerked and shook. It was almost five minutes before Roger settled down and the pain had finally stopped. Charlie’s zero gauge PA and his eight-step Frenum Ladder had caused a great deal of the pain; Roger would eventually get used to the piercings. Charlie whispered to Roger he was a good boy now and would reap his reward. Charlie began to pound Roger’s ass hard and deep. He slammed into Roger banging against his prostate with each stroke. His PA scraped along the walls and punched through Roger’s second opening. The steps on the Frenum Ladder scraped along the sphincter and inside causing a combination of pain and pleasure. Charlie fucked Roger non-stop for over ten minutes. Then, Charlie began panting heavily and upped the speed of his piston strokes jarring Roger almost senseless. He had never been fucked like this before. Roger wasn’t capable of thinking by this time. He merely accepted his position. He realized that he was Charlie’s cum dump boy. All feelings melted away as that single thought spread throughout his brain. The fact that he wanted to be Charlie’s cum dump boy was then set in concrete in Roger’s brain. As that thought became permanent, Charlie roared out and slammed a final time as deep as he could shove his bloated, slime-covered, bloody nine and a half inch uncut cock into Roger. Huge globs of HIV infected cum erupted out of his piss slit and spread out everywhere inside Roger coating everything. More and more of this poisonous gooey liquid erupted from Charlie and into Roger. It went on and on and on. Roger would learn a new vocabulary word from Charlie: hyperspermia. Slowly the salvos of cum abated and those that did occur were smaller amounts. Finally, Charlie began very slowly pulling his softened monster from Roger’s ass. Charlie quickly flipped Roger down onto two pillows which he had stuffed below Roger’s crotch. Charlie told him to stay there. Charlie lay down beside Roger moving closely and began stroking him with his big hands. Nothing more needed to be said. For the moment both men were sated. Blue copy needs to be rewritten into third person; as it is now in first person Charlie finally looked at his watch and got up off the bed telling Roger to get up and dress. They went downstairs and got a cab which drove north until they reached their destination at 5015 North Clark. Charlie led Roger into the lobby where he met Ricky who had Roger to complete a membership card. Charlie paid Ricky; the two grabbed their towels and keys, and entered the bath house. Charlie and Roger undressed stuffing their clothes into the locker. Charlie gave Roger a quick tour of the basement, first floor, and then second floor. Here Charlie opened the door to room 70 dropping a bag onto the bed. Charlie motioned Roger to the bed. He got on the bed on his knees undraping his towel. Roger watched as Charlie pulled from the bag a bottle of lube, a jar of Elbow Grease, several bottles of poppers, a metal device which was a speculum, a small spoon, a cock-shaped black dildo, and several items Roger couldn’t quite see. These were spread out on a “nightstand”. Charlie told Roger to bend so that his chest was on the bed. Roger heard Charlie untwisting a cap and waited for what would happen next. Charlie spread some thick lube on Roger’s hole (no doubt Elbow Grease). Charlie then proceeded to insert something very hard and felt like metal. He was very slow and kept adding dollops of the lube to the metal he was pushing inside my ass. To be truthful of course, there was a lot of discomfort. But Charlie kept it up until he had the speculum inserted and then slowly opened it. He hummed a bit and said Roger’s rectum looked like it had had some cum in it. He laughed and Roger chuckled and smiled giddily. Roger felt and heard a metal tapping at his ass. He learned later Charlie was dropping Elbow Grease into his ass. Charlie reversed and removed the speculum and slowly slid his giant poison snake in him. It felt so excellent. Charlie gave Roger only a couple of pumps before pulling out, slapping Roger’s ass, and telling him to get up. Charlie said that they were going out to get Roger’s ass fucked. He caught his breath as his body jumped at what Charlie had said. Roger was so excited as he had never been in my life. The duo left the room and slowly made their way once more through all three floors. Charlie spoke to a few men, nodded at others, and ignored others. He had his towel wrapped around his neck while he made Roger follow him with his towel around his waist and the back of his towel tucked into the waist so that his ass could be seen. They made it back to the third floor and went into the stage room area. Several men were standing around. Charlie stopped and viewed all of them. He reached back to Roger grabbing his hand and pulled him forward with him to the chest-high wall. He put Roger’s hands on the top as he positioned Roger and pulled his towel off. He tossed both towels over the wall. He pulled Roger’s hips backward slightly then told him to spread his cheeks. He obeyed. Charlie slowly pushed his hardened, poison, snake-tatted cock—which Roger had finally seen—into his ass. Charlie returned Roger’s hands to the wall as he began slow fucking. Roger kept his eyes looking straight ahead but did steal a few looks as men began gathering around the two watching Charlie’s bare cock slide in and out of Roger’s ass. Roger could sense that Charlie was focused on watching his bare cock entering and exiting Roger’s ass. He was such an exhibitionist or at least Roger believed it. He fucked Roger for a long time. Roger then heard Charlie quietly ask someone if he liked what he saw. The guy said of course he did. Charlie pulled out of Roger’s ass, patted him on the rump, and stepped away. A man whom Roger had not seen and did not know was going to fuck him now. Instinctively, Roger reached back and pulled open his cheeks. He felt the tip of this unknown man’s cock at his hole and let go of his cheeks grabbing the wall once again. The man slammed into his ass full force jarring Roger. He proceeded to pound Roger who made small adjustments in his position to accommodate the onslaught. His cock wasn’t as big as Charlie’s but it was filling Roger well enough. Roger swooned at the thought of an unknown man fucking him as was happening. Roger felt so free and alive since Charlie had approved of this unknown man fucking his ass. Why wouldn’t Charlie approve? Roger’s ass belonged to him now. He began to moan his contentment and enjoyment so as to encourage his unknown fucker. Then, the unknown man began an intense hammering of Roger’s hole. Roger grabbed tightly the wall in front of him and held on as the unknown man made a final slam deep, deep inside Roger holding himself with a vise-like grip on his prey’s hips. Roger could feel his body quiver as he jet sprayed his cum deep inside Roger. Both the unknown man and Roger were breathing heavily. Eventually his cock slid out of Roger’s ass and a feeling of wetness run out of his hole, down his taint then balls, and eventually pool on his sac where it dripped slowly onto the floor. Somehow Roger knew not to move from the site. Another man stepped up behind him and without any assistance from Roger rammed his cock inside him and began sawing. This was a no nonsense fuck. It was direct and Roger was merely a meaty hole that was going to masturbate this man’s cock and let him unleash his ball nectar into him. It did not take long and soon he grabbed Roger around his chest and groaned loudly as he could feel this second man’s body jerking and thrashing as he emptied his juices into Roger. He yanked his cock out of Roger’s ass pulling a torrent of liquid which ended up on the floor eventually. He walked away taking deep breaths and moaning and groaning and telling everyone what a good piece of ass he had just had. Roger beamed with pride and hoped that Charlie was pleased. Three more men took their turns in Roger’s ass depositing their sperm in him. One was very rough and had a long cock that speared him deeply. If it had not been for Charlie busting through his second opening earlier, this man would have done serious damage. But Charlie had prepared Roger for him. Roger was so relaxed during all of this. It was so natural feeling. Whenever possible Roger looked at Charlie for approval and got it in many ways. It was very obvious that Charlie got very turned on by watching Roger getting fucked and Roger very much got turned on watching Charlie watch him. Roger marveled at how much his snake-tattooed cock leaked pre-cum. The thought of the snake-tattooed cock how it filled Roger’s ass full of toxic cum excited Roger to no end. Charlie grabbed Roger with one of his big hands leading him away to their room. He had Roger to kneel on the bed inserting the speculum in his ass spreading it wide. Charlie told Roger his ass was so full of cum and that he had never seen so much in one whore. Roger shivered with joy, excitement, and pride. Roger had never had anyone who was so encouraging for him to get fucked as Charlie. He then closed the arms of the speculum and replaced it with the cock-shaped black dildo. It slid easily inside Roger’s ass and was quickly seated comfortably. They then lay on the bed. Roger backed himself up to Charlie as he wrapped his big arms around Roger who sighed contentedly. Roger felt Charlie’s breath on his back. His magical voice asked how Roger felt and if he was going to be equally as good for the whole week. Naturally Roger told him he would be and do whatever he wanted him to do. He was pleased with that and gently played with Roger’s cock but for only a brief time. Things turned more serious then. Charlie began talking and reminding Roger of Matt and their “monogamous” relationship. He kept talking about Matt, the years we had been together, and how Roger had cheated on him. Charlie kept up the quiet hypnotic talk repeating everything. He then added how Roger was his boy for the week and that he would be treated like he needed to be treated: like a whorish cum dump. He would be Charlie’s boy who was a boy who had two holes to service all men of Charlie’s choosing. Roger would refuse no cock or cum. Charlie’s voice was as if it were on an endless hypnotic loop going from one topic to another drilling it into Roger’s head where he kept processing what Charlie was telling him. Charlie started adding that Roger needed to be free to be a whore for a man who appreciated a whore. He pointed out that he definitely appreciated and enjoyed watching Roger being a whore. The first time he mentioned this, Roger’s body tingled with excitement and pride. He thought deeply about this point now and especially about being free to be a whore. Of course Charlie eventually brought up that being a cum dump whore for any cock that there were consequences that would have to be paid. He hit Roger between the eyes with a direct statement that he might now be on his way to being HIV positive. Roger had now taken six cum loads in his ass. Did he know if any of them were HIV positive? Roger was shocked. He didn’t know. He sort of panicked and Charlie could tell he was upset. He tightened his hold on Roger and told him to relax. He told me that if he were now infected that would only make it more possible for Roger to be free to be the whore that he needed to be. Charlie kept saying this over and over and over until the lesson was drilled into Roger’s brain. Charlie’s words were beginning to be accepted as law. It wouldn’t be so bad if Roger were HIV positive. Yes, he could easily and readily get fucked by any man at any time. This pepped him up and he moaned pleasantly and backed up to the beautiful furry chest behind him. Roger felt Charlie disengaging himself and getting out off the bed. He turned up the light and returned to the bed. He held out his hand to Roger. He told Roger to look at his cock closely. He told him to look closely at the snake tattoo he had and to follow it to its source. Roger picked up Charlie’s cock and looked at the snake that was tattooed on his cock. The mouth of the snake was open and it looked as if the snake was swallowing his cock. The snake’s body was in fact almost the entire cock of Charlie. It wound its body through the thick black crotch hair up and over his right hip where it dipped down and wound its way around his right thigh then crossed over its own body and went half up his right cheek across the cheek and finally down into the crevice of his buttocks. Roger was in total awe. He had failed to notice such detail. Charlie pulled Roger up to look directly into his eyes and smiled. He asked if Roger knew the significance of the snake. He did not. Charlie said if Roger had looked closely it was a black mamba or as close to one as the tattooist could get. He told him that he had met a man from Botswana who had topped Charlie for a week. The man had been HIV positive he learned months later. To commemorate his pozzing Charlie had the black mamba tattooed. His pozzing had been the result of being fucked, so, out of his ass came the snake coiling around his body and onto his cock so that it would be a warning to all who he fucked that he was HIV positive and how he had become so. Roger stood there stunned. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He looked at Charlie so clearly now. His PA and Frenum ladder plus his using the dildo made sense. He was working to make Roger HIV positive. Roger asked Charlie if he knew if the other men who had fucked him at the bath house were HIV. Charlie said he asked and that each of them were HIV. Roger looked at Charlie so closely. He then reached up and kissed Charlie deeply. Charlie smiled. The two climbed back onto the bed, tossed the sheet over themselves, cuddled closely, and fell asleep.

With the permission of the original author of this tale, I have written two additional chapters and will post them shortly. For these chapters to make sense the superb story's first chapter must be read. Failing to read that foundation will mean the reader will be left with two nonsensical chapters unrelated to each other. I hope you enjoy these two.

True, a newly written chapter one would create a new story, but I really like how this tale was written. I have additional chapters to many stories published on this site. I did so because I saw a way of extending the tale. I've also re-written many stories changing the dynamics of what was originally there. It's a very difficult habit to break as I did a lot of editing of written materials when I was a minion in the work force. I still re-read my own stories and edit and add to them from time to time. It makes the days pass. At one time I asked permission and was granted permission to offer a single chapter of stories to other writers to take and expand on them. When published, they had to claim the work in its entirety as their own work; I wanted no credit or acknowledgement. I sent out about 10 such tales resulting in only two being published. This is the absolute top-notch site for stories. I would very much be disappointed in its departure.

In an alley behind a dumpster after I had spent the night at Man's Country in Chicago getting fucked all night long. Guy and I then rode same bus out Foster as we both were heading home. He got off bus at my stop and followed me home for another couple of rounds.

With permission, I would like to post 2 additional chapters to this story. I may have more chapters but I do have 2 currently written and am willing to offer them to add to this story.

In what section will it be posted?

What happened to Chapters 5.1 and 5.2? Your numbering went from Chapter 4.4 on page 2 to Chapter 5.3 on page 3.

Chi4Loads, do not take it personal when comments drop off after the second chapter/part of a tale. That is the nature of the beast. I noticed that trend on all of my own stories posted. This short attention span is not actually short at all. There are many subscribers who write once to compliment an author, and I have come to believe that they believe that one compliment is sufficient. Just accept the fact that you ARE an excellent author and keep writing and publishing. Be accepting that you KNOW that you are an excellent author. Your readers by now know your talent. They will always be with you; on that you can be sure. So, write for yourself and what turns you on and what twists and turns you can create in a tale. In so doing, you'll make your tales even more heady and sought to be read.

Just an observation that you have two part fours.

Just to let you know as a courtesy, you have two parts listed as number 3.

You are one SICK PERVERT! Why haven't you written MORE on this topic? DAYUM that was a hot tale.

Just thought I'd let you know that you have two parts listed as 35.

A small technical note: You have two chapter 15's.

Business is business.

CHAPTER 14 I went back to my bed and sat down for a few minutes rehashing what I had done so far since arriving here. My head was spinning. Soon enough I snapped out of my trance, straightened my bed, retrieved my towel and key, and went off to take a shower. It was a shower I needed I thought not realizing that by doing so I was also advertising myself. I returned to my room stopping by Ian's room only to hear that he obviously was occupied. From my walk through the hall, I came to realize there were several modes of advertising what one was seeking and on reaching my room I began in earnest to put into multiple practice what I had just learned in the past few hours. I was determined to become an expert. When I was satisfied with my room, I once more made a walk to the shower room, used a urinal, and made a slow walk back through the full length of the hall from one end to the other finally arriving at my room. I unlocked the door pushing it wide open. I snapped off the overhead light and walked to the desk lamp. I covered the shade with a t-shirt which I pinned on the top of it and clicked on the lamp. The room was dimly lit by the desk lamp behind me and the bed was flooded with light coming from the hall. I climbed onto the bed naked and lay face down with my legs spread and flexed. I waited no more than five minutes. A young guy probably in his thirties from what I could tell had stopped on the opposite side of the hall so that he could be seen in the hallway light. He began rubbing the front of his towel causing his cock to rise up. I moved my hips enough on the bed that they could be seen moving. I made a last invitation to him. I rose up leaning on my left arm reaching behind me with my right hand and shoved a finger in my ass pumping my ass with this finger. After fucking myself a few times, I withdrew my finger, sucked it clean, and once again lay down flat. This new man now moved across the hall into my room shutting the door behind him. He walked to the bed in the dim lighting removing his towel as he approached. His now swollen cock bobbed as he made the last few steps to the bed. I was now face down as flat on the bed as I could get. I bent my knees as far as I could spreading my ass wide and finally hooking the tops of my feet at the edge of the bed. I waited. The bed began to move slightly as he climbed up onto it. As he did so, I adjusted myself so that I ended up in doggie position in front of him. He made his final adjustment grasping lightly my hip as I felt the tip of his cock line up to my hole. It was a little high but I figured he'd work that out which he did. We were good to go . . . and we did. I was awake until after seven the next morning when the last of my visitors left me. My first unknown visitor returned twice more during the night filling me with more copious amounts of his cum which I relished. I had also swallowed three cum loads during the night as that was all that those men wanted. Disappointment was what I felt but came to realize later at least I got their cum in me. What really mattered to me were my visitors who stopped by and fucked me leaving their own loads of cum deep in my ass. I collected cum in my ass from seven men that first night not counting Glen and my first visitor. None of the fucks were all that memorably super as Glen's and my first visitor. But they set in motion a string of events that would see me through the rest of my life. I had the seed sown--no pun intended--of becoming a cum addict. My swimming practice in a pool was done but not as extensively as I led my parents to believe. I made reference to swimming but included my ass in the commentary knowing how much swimming had taken place in there by all those billions if not trillions of whip-tailed DNA samples. When I did take to the pool, I forced myself to concentrate on actually swimming for competition. But, by and large the vast majority of the swimming related to all the sperm I took in me. I called Glen again early Saturday afternoon to see if we could have a rematch. We did. He gave me three grand deposits as he had before. He added a fourth unexpected load of cum when he asked about my night and morning which I relayed to him providing him with as much detail as he wanted. I wanted to hold nothing back from him. Glen and I visited and fucked as often as possible through the years given my circumstances. It became easier when I left home for university as I would often return and spend my weekend with him and almost always with his beautiful cock shoved in my ass . . . or mouth on occasion. Glen introduced me to rimming as well as water sports. He told me that in everything I tried with him I definitely excelled and surpassed his expectations. All I know is he was an excellent teacher who never laid claim to exclusivity on me which I knew I could never give. I knew he would never ask for such exclusivity the weekend he mentioned having a three-way with a buddy of his which I easily and readily agreed to do. To say my first 3-way was a total success would be such an understatement. What was supposed to be a one time 3-way thought to last maybe an hour turned into just over three hours. Glen and Bob--his buddy--took turns fucking me while the other rested. The two of them had me spitted between them three times and filled my ass each time. I still have fond memories of that particular weekend. As for my stay at the Y, that first weekend also holds fond memories for me. All toll, I swallowed at least a dozen cum loads during that weekend and sucked at least that many cocks with no cum. From the note hand records that I made weeks later, I got fucked by 21 different men excluding Glen and my first visitor that weekend. Of the 21 men, 9 of them fucked me twice. The word had spread up and down the hall, and I was definitely a hit even with some bottoms who fucked me which I took as a huge compliment. Twice in the shower and three times in the hall I was unceremoniously surrounded by several men, forced to bend over, and was fucked in full view of every man in the shower or hall. I had no inhibitions by the time I left the Y on Sunday. Through the years I returned to the Y meeting up with a few of the men from my first weekend who remembered me and willingly spread the word about my being a cum slut. I was so proud each time I was informed that some man knew all about me. To be fair, I found that the more I got fucked and filled with cum my own cock and balls began to grouse at being left out. Yet, they did nothing on their own but remind me they were still attached. So, to help myself as well as to repay kindnesses shown to me, I would every five or six hours find a willing bottom including Ian to be sure and blow my own ball contents into a willing hole. Willy and the twins were ever so grateful but this only resulted in my ass screaming at me to get it back in the game which I always did.

CHAPTER 13 My body had just quieted itself from the enforced impalement. I no longer felt the need to scream and had begun to sag downward in relief when my visitor yanked his hard fully blood inflated cock backwards out of my ass until just the head spread open my hole. Once more there was pain yet decidedly reduced now that my visitor's enormous cock had been lubricated with Glen's remaining cum and fuck juices. I gasped. Immediately on this partial pull out of my ass there was the instant re-insertion of this hugely thick man meat until once more I felt the mass of pubic hair smash into my ass cheeks. This became the norm now with my visitor withdrawing his cock and returning it full force into my ass as he continued to hold my wrists in one hand and pushing my back downward onto the bed keeping me from resisting him. Each piston round of departure and return of this cock became easier on my lining as more fuck juices combined with the remnants of Glen's cum and no doubt the dripping of pre-cum from this man. I have no idea when it happened but I soon realized that no longer was there any pain but only the exquisite blissful full feeling of my ass and colon being used by a leviathan cock attached to a ruggedly handsome man. More and more my visitor fucked me pleasing himself no doubt from what he said and did later. Equally, as he fucked me, he made my ass feel so totally pleased with all the physical contact including I realized much later the intense "pain" felt early on. I began with little accomplishment pushing backward onto his cock as I began panting and moaning my consent and desire. My moans took on new meaning after a minute or two. Not only were my moans giving consent and expressing my desire but turned to begging for more. As I was slammed with each inward thrust, I began a halted irregular verbal pleading for more. My moans, gasps, and panting were punctuated with me becoming louder with my requests for more. My visitor released my wrists now moving both his big manly hands to my hips grasping me as if in a vise. I moved my hands to the bed above my head grabbing the bedding in hopes of preventing my being moved further onto the bed as had been slowly happening. I now leveraged myself to return a backwards thrust of my ass for every forward slam that my visitor gave me with his Sequoia-sized cock. We began in tandem our roles quickly getting in sync with the other until the room was filled with the loud "THWACK" sound made only when one man's crotch hits another man's ass in full motion fucking. Louder and louder this sound filled the room as we both maintained our positions. My "fucks", "oh, yeahs", and other quietly said oral encouragements were finally answered by my feeling sweat dripping down onto my back and hips coupled with louder breathing and hands gripping my hips in such a way as to say no doubt that this visitor of mine was in complete and absolute control as his eruption no doubt was on its way. More and more I engaged in my oral incantations to encourage my visitor by professing my consent and need for his cock as I became as determined to match my backward power slams to his forward power slams jarring us both as the level of heat increased in the room. With no warning other than the act itself, I found my ass slammed into in a huge jolting collision immediately followed by a right arm wrapping itself around my waist with a hand grabbing my left lower ribs. Just as lightning fast, a massive left hand reached up gripping my left shoulder pulling me upright close to a 45-degree angle. Once newly positioned, I felt my ass hole stretch larger and sensed a tensing inside me several inches followed by a torrent of undulating deposits deep within me. I could tell that my colon lining was stretched taut over this man's cock and that with each salvo of his thick gooey DNA was pushed through his piss tube with rapid fire muscle spasms much at the pace of an Uzi SMG. Just as Glen had done, my visitor flooded me with his essence but more than Glen my visitor fed my hole with volumes more than Glen. He filled me so rapidly like an Uzi that without having a colon stretched open from frequent or deeper use there came a backup of his cum despite there being such a lack of space. Indeed, though, once his deposit action finally ceased there came a sensing that movement was being made backwards toward my hole opening. Gently, my visitor lowered me down onto the bed once more before he began ever so slowly removing his now deflating sex organ. I felt an emptiness come over me as more of his giant cock slid from my ass. "Lay flat on the bed," I heard, “let your body heat melt that load of mine and let gravity drain it deeper inside you to stay.” I complied with somewhat difficulty as my cock now was fully hard and leaking. But, lay flat I did. His cock with a wet sloppy sound popped out of my ass along with no doubt a substantial amount of his cum which ran freely down my perineum and onto my ball sac. I sighed in ecstasy and elation but dejected as well. He lay on top of me settling in for his comfort. I had no objection. His weight delightfully pressed down on me. We lay there for several minutes before my visitor said, "Best damn ass I'm going to get all night and I know it. I'll be back for more." This wasn't a request for permission to return. It was a declaration of intent. I knew I wouldn't say no to him. "Get as much cum up in there as you can so it won't hurt so much next time. But I think you might like that, too." I said nothing until I was sure. "I'll take your advice and like a boy scout be prepared. From you, the pain was great and wouldn't mind it with you again. Just as long as you fuck me and fill me with more of your cum," I said hoping not to sound too anxious or eager. My visitor slid off me slowly and rose up from the bed. I twisted myself around until I, too, was standing facing my visitor. Somehow, it didn't seem right to know his name. I wanted him to be different than Glen. I needed him to fuck me more and fill me to overflow but I didn't want anything that would remotely be "personal" with him. I needed him to be just what he was: a male visitor who enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed him fucking me. It was evident that he wanted the same level of contact. He turned picked up his towel and began walking to the door. I followed. There, he turned to me and using his big hands took my shoulder turning me sideways to him then pushing on my shoulders. I bent forward as he stepped closer. I felt his great meaty man middle finger begin to slide between my ass cheeks. I spread my feet apart giving him access. He shoved his finger as far inside me as he could and began working his finger around inside finally withdrawing it. I rose up and faced him once more and smiled. He slid his finger inside his mouth and sucked withdrawing it when he was finished. He winked and said, "There's lots more for you where that came from." With that, he was out the door leaving me half smiling as men walked past my door looking at me as I stood there naked with a cock still hard dripping pre-cum in great globules. I finally closed the door.

CHAPTER 12 I put my key in the lock to my room and heard my name being called. I looked up the hall and through a half dozen men in the hall saw Ian wave from the far end. I smiled and waved him to come join me in my room. Ian was wearing a towel, slippers, and a huge smile. He looked innocent enough but I knew otherwise. Looking back, I have no doubt that most of the other men in the hall and on the floor knew otherwise as well. Ian came in the door as I finished stripping off my clothes. I reeked of sex. Ian quickly shut the door and grinned broadly. I told him of my adventure to the steam room and what I had been doing for the last several hours. I didn't go into absolute details but gave him enough information so that he understood completely. He was excited for me having had such a great time with Glen. I wanted to thank him for having helped me during my last hours of being a male virgin. The best thanks that I could think of would be to once more fuck his ass as good as I could. I did so which made us both happy. It was closing in on twelve-thirty when we finally left my room. We encountered several men with towels wrapped around their waists. They varied in ages. We continued chatting as we cruised our hopefuls. We each gave one more look down the hall before entering the shower room. We went directly to the showers. We pulled the towels from our waists, tossed them on hooks, kicked off our shower shoes, and walked into the shower room proper. The water felt great on my body as I washed off all the sweat and sex from Ian and Glen. I was a bit sad in doing so regarding Glen, but it was an "evil" necessity that had to be done in order for me to prepare myself for the remainder of the night. I couldn't bear the thought of mixing Glen's aromas with the men I planned on meeting now. Ian and I parted at the shower room door. He went to his room, and I returned to mine. I took the time to look over my room straightening a few things. My heart was now pounding wildly knowing full well on what journey I was about to embark. I took several deep breaths talking to myself in an attempt to calm down. I then went to my door opening it wide. I stepped into the frame and leaned up against it adjusting my towel. My eyes wandered up and down the hall seeing half dozen or so men walking as well as all the men standing in their own doorway. I was excited at all the activity and couldn't help but notice that I was given the once or twice over as I stood my ground. As I was looking to my left, I heard a door very nearby open and close. I casually turned my head to the right and focused on the new hallway occupant. He was about my height, burly, natural dark skin tone, large working man's hands, muscles developed from working physically and not from a gym, dark piercing yet at the same time twinkling eyes, dark black hair, and thick black moustache. What struck me most of all was his black thick hairy arms, hands, legs, and chest. I watched him walk toward me. He turned his head and gave me a once over before he smiled like a Cheshire cat and moved on. Twice he looked back at me as he moved on to the showers. I remained in my doorway observing men introducing themselves and chatting before moving inside a room or just stop, stare into a room for a bit, then, go inside closing the door afterward. This was all totally new to me. I flashed a thought through my mind about being sixteen and quickly repeated my new birth date in my head to be sure. The ballet of sex hook ups continued. A short time later I once more saw the dark hairy man exit the shower room and head back toward his room. I made my best effort not to stare at him and to act nonchalant as I witnessed the goings on in the hall. My doorway stance was nothing provocative or suggestive in nature but I did feel much like a hawk choosing which man prey he was going to swoop down on and tear away his towel to feast on his body. I was titillated, excited, and horny all at the same time while trying to remain calm. My eyes once more looked down the hall noticing that the dark hairy man was but a few steps away looking straight at me. I froze with a transfixed look as he continued to near me. Without saying a word, I saw his arm reach out guiding his hand to my left forearm. He grasped me firmly but with no threat of harm intended. He pushed past me into my room pulling me inside with him closing the door gently behind me as I came out of my stupor. He moved swiftly the both of us to the edge of my bed and stopped facing me. Our eyes looked at the other without blinking. I could feel my heart pounding now and was sure he was able to hear it. Ian had not provided me with what was expected at this point, and my visitor continued to look deep into my eyes. I was sure he saw my rising level of panic just as I was sure he undoubtedly heard my now hard pounding heart. My mouth was dry as the Gobi Desert. I felt my towel yank away from my waist and heard it hit the floor joining my guest's towel. He knelt before me and in an instant swallowed my cock whole pushing his nose deep into my pubic hairs. I gasped and jumped in surprise. He began working his tongue on my cock with expert adeptness. My cock began flooding with blood. When my cock was three-quarters filled, my guest pulled his mouth off and rose facing me once more only to briefly look at me. He once more firmly grabbed my left arm with his right turning me toward the edge of my bed. Nothing was said but I climbed onto the mattress kneeling. I lowered my head to the mattress leaving my ass raised in the air at the edge. I felt the two large hands of his grasping my ass cheeks as I heard him kneeling once more on the floor. Instantly, I felt a wetness on my crack and at my hole. I gasped then gave a contented moan at how this tongue of his was working its magic on me. More and more his tongue moved around and pushed itself into my hole spreading my sphincter. I became aware that this man had the ability to produce copious amounts of saliva which he covered my ass with and slicked up the outer lining of my hole. My head was spinning. I felt my visitor rising up from the floor but not before spitting a huge gob of wetness on my hole and all around it. No sooner was he fully upright when I felt him release my cheeks grabbing my wrists and pulling them behind me where one of his mighty hands grabbed both and held tightly. He stepped backwards letting his fully erect cock drop down my crack stopping at my wet hole. He leaned over me slightly and whispered his first words to me, "Keep your mouth closed and no screaming unless you want to be hurt." His words sank into me. I panicked and knew my eyes had popped wide open. My mind dissolved into chaos. Without further warning or fanfare, I felt a huge pressure at my hole which had instantly gaped open slightly allowing entry then instinctively my sphincter reacted. The pressure mounted shaking me out of my alarm. My sexual desire now having been discovered screamed in my mind's ears to open up to this invasion while my body defences told me to defend myself. My extreme feelings battled for control of my mind and body until my visitor took the situation in hand. With no alert, my hole felt an ever so slight decrease in the pressure being applied followed by a guttural grunt from behind me accompanied by a sharp jolt forward once more as if a battering ram had hit dead center of my hole. Electrical impulses immediately raced through my body notifying my brain that I had been entered by a huge foreign object. A natural impulse to scream just as immediate ran back through my body reaching my voice box. My eyes now were as widely open as possible. I grappled with my vocal cords internalizing the intended scream at the same time that my body attempted to launch itself upward off the bed prevented only by my wrists being held tightly behind me and now a calloused working man's hand pushed hard against my back keeping me in place and impaled. My futile attempt at freeing myself was met with another inward piercing thrust causing my hole to stretch wider accepting this no doubt huge cock which I had not seen as yet. Stars danced in front of my now tearing eyes as I ever so barely kept control of my vocal cords which once again were being forcefully restrained by an unknown sheer will power. My body still tried to rebel but lost each bout of rejection. Again and again and again and again this unknown man whom I had seen and had so mentally wanted as a sex partner shoved, drove, stabbed, and invaded my ass. The burning sensation created by his no doubt gargantuan cock was going to brand me from the heat being generated by this forced entry. I continued to rebel trying to free myself but with each propulsion inside me though the pain was constant I was becoming too weak to defy this man's cock. Finally, I felt a block of what turned out to be the thickest mass of black pubic hair smash firmly against my ass cheeks resting there momentarily.

CHAPTER 11 We lay together both breathing heavily as a light coating of sweat glistened off our bodies. Glen's arm wrapped around me as I nestled into the curvatures of his beautiful body. I needed to feel this man close to me. He had with my silent consent ripped the fabric away from my brain that separated the thought of total male sex with the reality of what men could and did with each other. He had definitely cleared away any hesitancy of doubt that I had held so shortly about who I was and how I would best enjoy sex with other men. Flashing through my mind was Ian but forever imprinted was Glen and how my body had sung such a glorious aria from his touches. I felt an attachment to Glen now. At the same time, though, it was not a romantic one. I lay in Glen's arms feeling somewhat contented sexually. My brain raced quickly through what I had experienced and learned on this day. I knew now for sure who I was and what my body needed in the way of sex. I again thought of Ian but quickly moved to what Glen and I had experienced together from first meeting in the steam room to now. My gratitude for such a wonderful teacher grew with each passing moment. "Damn, Bill, popping your cherry was hot. Even if you hadn't been a virgin, you're a hot fuck. I did think you were going to tell me to stop several times but you were a champ. You're welcome back here any time you want. And, before you go, I'm giving you my phone number as a real token about how I feel. Whether you call and come back is up to you but I really would like to fuck you again." "Glen, my ass feels like it's on fire still. I thought I was going to scream bloody murder from all the pain but knew if I did, you'd stop and that wasn't going to happen because of me. Not to mention of what your neighbours would think. I don't know how often I can get back in town but every chance I can I hope you are home. You can fuck me as much as you want." We looked at each other. Neither of us blinked. We each sized each other up waiting for the moment and intensity to pass. I finally said, "You know my age. But I know who I am and what I need. You're a hot man and visually you attract me. You're also in trouble if we're found out. So, my coming back will take great care on my part. But I will be back. I need to feel that big cock of yours in my mouth and in my ass pumping your cum in me. And, when we can't get together, you gotta understand I'll be back at the Y to find another man who will." Again, we looked at each other. "You do what you have to do for yourself. To be sure, though, if you can call me a couple of days before, I'll make sure to be here waiting to shove my dick back in your mouth and ass. You've got a lot more to learn from me, and I want to make sure you learn everything from me." For the last time, we looked at each other intently weighing what we had said and knew the details of the deal being offered and accepted. Glen was trusting me and I was trusting him. I learned in time that other men were not as honourable as Glen. He did teach me many things about what one man did with another man. He taught me well and was always rewarded with a willing pupil. Through the next six years, Glen introduced me to and allowed me to perfect my skills for rimming and being rimmed, pissing on and in me, light masochism, and bondage. But always we sucked each other off followed by snowballing and him fucking my ass and filling me with his cum loads. It all came to an end about three months after I had graduated from a university with a bachelor's degree. Glen had received a job offer that he could not refuse and moved to Arizona. I missed him for a very long time . . . and probably on some level, I still do. Glen fucked me twice more in quick succession that night. I knew when he blew his third load of cum in my ass that he was finished. I don't know how I knew but I did know and was somewhat disappointed but understood his limit. Once both of us had recovered from the third round, without ceremony or words being said we each separated and slowly began moving about the bedroom collecting our clothing and dressing quietly. Glen presented me with a business card of his to which he had added his home number. I secured the copy behind my driver's license. Nothing needed to be said. He kissed me deeply at the door. I felt disappointment at not being invited to spend the night but willingly accepted it. In hindsight, I have come to believe it was the prudent thing to do for both of us and also believe that Glen was afraid to ask me to stay. He drove me back to the Y with the two of us talking quietly about nothing. On arriving, I turned to face him telling him I was glad to have met him and that I would see him as often as I could. We shook hands, I winked at him, he smiled, and I got out of his car watching him disappear down the street until he was out of sight. I turned to look at the entrance of the Y and smiled. It was going to be a long night, and I was going to make the most of it. I was really prepared for such a night now.

CHAPTER 10 He removed his fingers from my ass as he slowly raised his head from my cock. It slipped from his mouth slapping against my pubic area. He grabbed my legs behind my knees and pushed me back toward the headboard of the bed. I grabbed my knees replacing his hands as he had indicated with a couple of jerks of his head and eyes looking at me and then at his hands. Glen moved his hands expertly to my ass cheeks. He shoved his index and middle fingers back in my hole and pulled me open once more. Quickly as he had done before Glen leaned forward and began draining my cum load from his mouth into my ass. I felt it pour into me. Glen inhaled through his nose quickly, then, I felt him blowing hard at my ass hole. A great flood of liquid entered my ass. He once more continued to drain his mouth driving me once more into a sexual arousal. Then, he backed away from my hole, scooted back, and lowered my legs a little. He glanced up at me as I lay there in a deep sweat. "When I tell you, press down and let some of your cum out," Glen said. I felt him adjust himself on the bed until his cock head was just below my hole. He looked at me and nodded. I squeezed myself slowly until I felt a slight leaking. Glen kept his eyes on my ass and his cock. I could feel him moving his cock around in small movements. "Stop," he said, and I did. He looked up at me now. He smiled and moved forward repositioning his cock so that it was at my hole. I felt a pressure that increased and increased again. More and more pressure was applied as the wetness of my own cum was felt. Both Glen and I felt a slight giving of my resistant hole until about half of his cock head had spread open my sphincter. Glen stopped. He held there for about three seconds before he moved my ass away from his cock allowing a miniscule amount of his cock to slide back out before he jabbed himself forward forcing the full amount of his cock head into my ass. My sphincter resisted and screamed as my eyes once more popped open wide with tears forming. Huge beads of sweat popped up on my forehead. The pain was deliriously wonderful. My body screamed for me to stop this but my head and psyche screamed louder to go with Glen to wherever he wanted to go. My head and psyche would win I knew. Once more Glen jabbed himself further into me with more pain which burned and seared me. My eyes told him how much pain I was in but he also saw the look of determined need for more of his cock to be in my ass. I knew now why Ian had done what he had with his flushing. Little had I imagined I would reap the benefit so quickly for following his example. As more of Glen's cock jerked inside me, the burning pain increased as did my determination and desire for him to be inside me. We reached a point where Glen stopped for a brief time, then, pulled his cock back out of me a couple of inches. The pain lessened . . . but stayed the same. Water silently flowed from my eyes but was not tears. With no doubt expert ability, Glen began his inward journey once more until all of his nine thick inches of cock were buried deep in my ass. He began an instant withdrawal when he hit bottom in my ass. He began a rhythmic in and out of my hole. I felt his cock skin being pulled and pushed one way and then another as it slid along his cock going in and out of my hole. The more he fucked me the slicker his cock felt and the pain and burning began to slowly lessen. With only a dozen or so strokes of his cock in my ass, I felt no pain or burning but developed an intensive need to feel more of Glen's cock. Glen began to pump into my ass now at a high rate of speed. He was on the road to completion I could tell from how hard his cock was now. Faster and deeper his intense fucking motion filled me causing only minor discomfort now from the size of his cock which had swelled to what felt like gargantuan size stretching my hole as big as the Brooklyn Tunnel I thought. So be it. I needed to feel his cock in my ass. My moans were low and guttural urging if not begging Glen on to continue fucking me as he was doing. My animalistic grunts coupled with my now heaving chest celebrated with great fanfare my exultant feelings to Glen as to what I was sensing throughout my body. My arms were wrapped around him now pulling him as close to me as possible. I needed him to be in me totally. Glen began now slamming his cock deeper still in me. I felt his pendulous sac swing away from my ass and then swing full forward until those two egg sized balls of his struck me again and again and again and again. Had they been real eggs he would have cracked them for sure. No doubt Glen was feeling his balls boiling over with sexual desire as he was breathing heavily and had a face of pained sexual pleasure showing on it. In unison, we both groaned loudly in rapt satisfaction of our positions and how we physically were experiencing the other. I could not imagine anything as stimulating, exciting, and gratifying as being on my back with a large cock pounding my hole unmercifully knowing what was to happen any moment. "ARRRRRRRGGGHGHHHHH!" Glen growled through his teeth as he gritted them in full view snapping his eyes tightly closed. I pulled him in tighter to me and once more answered his aural declaration with my own encouraging moans of pleasure. My ass felt a jolting final slam by Glen's pelvic region slapping against my ass with a thunderous "THWACK" sound of skin on skin. I felt his cock buried deep inside me. In less than a nanosecond, Glen's fattened long cock swelled and began dumping his ball juices inside me using rapid fire of a machine gun to coat my insides with his tasty gooey white man juice. He wrapped his arms around me as best he could as we held each other in a tight embrace allowing his balls and cock to finish making his delivery in my ass. Though not counted, I knew it took him more than a dozen and a half rounds of spurting to finish his delivery. We lay there in sweat heaving our lungs to a slower pace of intake. Glen finally leaned down to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. This felt so right. Sex with another man was wonderful, and I was looking forward to more of it. I hoped that Glen would be an ongoing contact.

CHAPTER 9 "How old are you?" Glen asked. I was stunned and caught off guard completely. What had I said? My mind raced through my answers but I couldn't remember anything that I had said. Nothing. Not one word. I had been spilling my guts without knowing it. I felt trapped and doomed. Panic set in causing great difficulty in my ability to speak. "Uh, uh, I'm . . . that is, uh, what brought that on?" I desperately asked. Glen lay there looking at me closely with a slight frown. He was not as amiable as before it seemed. "Look, it was a simple question with no harm meant by it. But I just got this feeling that I've got jail bait in my bed. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I won't press you. Just understand that at the same time it puts me in a bit of a situation if someone should find out you and I had sex and that you are underage. If you are, it changes nothing for me." I lay there hearing and letting his words sink in calming myself. My fears were pushed back deep inside me to give me time to take the quiver out of my voice and stave off the tremors that I had felt rising up. "I'm eighteen," I said. " Please, don't ask me to leave. I won't tell anyone about us. Ever." I looked at Glen with desperation and angst. He lay there looking back at me. "Well, any younger and I would have had to go buy a baby carriage to get you to the car and back to the Y. Looking at you at the Y I thought late teens or early twenties. You're damn built for eighteen though. And, with all that black hair all over you, you look legal." I relaxed. "Glen, I have enjoyed what we've done. I won't cause any problems for you. I promise. And, I'd like to do it all again if you'd like to. But, one more thing about me: You have to know you are the first man I've ever had sex with." Glen grinned broadly and eyes sparkled. His head snapped to attention. Clearly, he was taken aback by my words. "You're a virgin? Never any sex with a man before?" We lay there looking at each other. I shook my head no. "Oh, that's what I like to hear. An eager man for sex. We'll see what we can do about that for sure. Your first time has to be spectacular then." As we had talked, we both had scooted closer facing each other. Once more our lips met and our tongues explored each other's mouth. It was all passion and lust that we felt. It was all going to lead to man sex again. We both knew it and it would be even better this time. We wrestled to get closer despite our cocks being fully hard by this time. They were jockeying for positions of comfort as Glen and I clung to each other pressing together. The room began to heat up as did we. Nothing at this point could have stopped us save a bomb blast . . . or a raid. Glen took the lead once more and willingly I followed. Our bodies began thrashing and rolling around on top of the bed as the sexual tension between us grew as a tempest. I ran my hands all over his body feeling the hair all over his pubic area, chest, arms, and head. I held his now erect cock in my hand and slid my hand up and down the great shaft. I put my hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeply. All these physical actions I learned from Glen making sure that he was given as much physical attention as he gave me. At some point, Glen pulled my left leg up and over his right thigh as he pulled me in close to him. He reached behind me with his right hand and parted my ass cheeks a little more. I could feel him trying to reach my hole. I rolled onto my back but slightly to my left bending my left knee planting my foot firmly on the bed cover. My hands pulled at Glen at the same time encouraging him to cover me as I drew my right leg upwards. Glen settled on top of my right leg his left arm firmly around my neck drawing me to him. My arms snaked around his chest and hugged him tightly. Glen pulled his lips from mine and inserted his index and middle finger. I watched him suck on them pulling them out soon and replaced his fingers with his mouth. I felt his hand reach downward until it brushed my balls. I felt his wet fingers reach under me and began to struggle to reach further beneath me. Soon, I realized what he wanted and reached backward pulling my left cheek further open. His fingers reached their goal but were dry now. Still he pushed them in me causing a burning sensation which I was determined to ignore. Further into my hole his fingers pushed slowly but determinedly. We both adjusted our positions giving him as much access as possible. We broke our kiss, and Glen began pulling his arm from around my neck. I was panting heavily. Glen raised himself up positioning himself between my legs. I lay fully on my back, grabbed my legs behind my knees, and pulled them toward my chest. Glen pulled his fingers out of my ass then shoved them knuckle deep in my hole. He twisted his fingers and pumped them in and out of my hole as I gripped his fingers hard. I gripped my legs harder as Glen worked over my ass. He pulled his fingers from my hole, grabbed me, and lifted my ass upwards moving his legs in beneath me. Quickly he returned his fingers to my hole and plunged in knuckles deep. I felt him moving about until he brushed against my prostate which sent an electrical shock through my body. I stiffened as did my cock. He smiled almost wickedly. Gently now he began caressing my prostate in deliberate strokes as his left hand now grasped my hard cock which he began jacking. My arms rose and slapped down onto the bed as my head twisted side to side while I bit my lips. More and more Glen stroked both my cock and my prostate giving greater urgency for me to finish. I did not know how much more I could take of this. "OHHHHHHHHH! GLEEEEEEEEN! DAAAAAAAAMN! FUUUUUUUCK!" I yelled with clenched teeth jerking my head up off the bed eyes popping open as far as possible while slamming my fists down onto the bed as hard as I could. Before I had finished with calling out Glen's name, he had resettled himself lowering his mouth down onto the first three inches of my cock. His fingers now stroked my prostate full length with double speed. I had never experienced such feeling. My sphincter was now tightly gripping Glen's fingers as the first throes of release hit me. "AHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUCK!" I again mutedly screamed with clenched teeth as Glen received the first of a dozen or so burst of cum wads hitting his throat as before. My balls ached as the cum flew through my body. More and more of my DNA batter filled Glen's mouth. As my balls were drained to empty, Glen's stroking grew slower until no longer did he feel my ass contracting around his fingers. I was finished and drained. Glen wasn't finished though.

CHAPTER 8 Glen and I showered, dried ourselves, and left the Y. The drive to his home was short. He had a ground floor one-bedroom apartment in a large Victorian era home that had been subdivided. We were greeted at the front door by his German shepherd. Glen introduced us with Fritz standing down his guard once he inspected me. We walked through to the kitchen where Glen got us a glass of water which we both drank then headed off to his bedroom. Following suit, by the time we reached his bedroom, we both were almost completely naked once more. We met in a strong embrace and kissed deeply. I broke the kiss and began kissing and licking all over Glen. I moved over his neck, shoulders, pits, nipples, and his stomach going further down until I reached his navel. Glen had maneuvered me to the edge of his bed. I sat on the edge as my mouth sought out the tip of his cock along with the full length which had been rubbing all over my crotch, balls, and thighs. I took the head of his cut cock gently in my mouth and began working my way down the shaft of it. Slowly I made my way downward until my nose was buried deep in his dark brown hair. I felt as if the back of my throat was going to be punctured by this first cock that I had ever sucked. I held my head still as I heard Glen breathe out in short quick spurts of air. My head swooned over the sensation. And, then, doing as I had felt, I began servicing Glen's cock in the same way as he had done to my cock in the steam room. With a little practice, I learned how to keep my teeth off his cock which allowed me to finally pick up the pace of my sucking. Glen and I both were soon moaning with great passion and pleasure at what was happening. Periodically I would slow down or stop and look upwards at Glen wanting to tell him that he was the first man with whom I had ever had sex. I wanted to run out into the streets and shout it at the top of my lungs but knew I would not. Faster my mouth went down and back on his cock. Our grip on the other grew tighter as we knew what eventually would happen. And as I had done, Glen gripped my head and began now to plow his cock in and out of my mouth. I did the best to prepare myself for my first cum load in my mouth. I knew what cum tasted like as Glen had shared my own with me. The level of excitement and urgency was rising for both of us. "AHHHHHHHH!" Glen let loose with a loud cry as the first deposit of his balls landed at the back of my throat coating it with the warm white globule that was all the essence of him. His DNA continued to drench my throat coating all of the surfaces of the back of my mouth. The globules melted and drained down my throat as well as forward into my mouth and especially on my tongue where I finally tasted him. Glen's slightly salty ball mucous drove me into a frenzy. He had gripped my head to pump my mouth so that he would reach that point of no return as I had gripped his thighs imitating him. I snorted through my nose but kept my mouth closed not wanting to leak a single drop of this man's manna. Glen began to shake and quiver as the last vestiges of his dozen or more blasts settled into my mouth. I knew I needed more. Our breathing slackened. I felt Glen's DNA melting in my mouth from the gooey texture to a liquid. What drained down my throat was an excellent fluid. Slowly I pulled backwards until I felt only the head of his cock in my mouth. I eased downward with his now flaccid man tool and let it gently escape from me swinging gently backwards coming to rest on his pendulous balls and sac. Glen pulled me upwards where we positioned ourselves with his arms around my waist and my arms around his neck. As before but reversed, our lips met and opened. Glen began scooping out his ball juice as I made every effort not to swallow. Glen backed me slowly so that my body now had to move backwards onto the bed. Carefully, oh, so carefully, we positioned ourselves on the bed arranging our bodies so that I was on top of Glen. Now, the transfer could be completed and was. We continued to kiss and swap his ball juice until Glen began once more to take the lead. He rolled me to our sides after having taken as much of the fluid we had in our mouths into his mouth. I obeyed every gentle movement he made responding as he wanted me until I found myself kneeling with my head at the head of the bed. Glen was behind me kneeling. Neither of us spoke a word. I felt four of Glen's fingers at my ass hole pressing inward. A small amount of liquid dropped onto my hole which he quickly lubed his fingers with and began pressing once more. Twice more he repeated this process until at last I felt those fingers pressing inward with ease and my sphincter opened up with a little stubbornness. He continued to push his fingers in my ass until he reached the second knuckle. Now I could feel him pulling his fingers wide opening my hole. I moaned gently in contentment, approval, acceptance, and most of all encouragement. My head was spinning as a tornado. Glen placed his mouth directly over my hole and parted his lips. I felt the liquid drain from him into me dripping slowly after an initial torrent of fluid. Once more with greater satisfaction and now encouragement, I moaned louder and heaved my body gently upward in expectancy of more. I could feel Glen's tongue now moving from his mouth and into the hole that he had created. More and more of his spent cum he ladled into my ass until there was no more. Glen drove his tongue as deep as he could in my now fully stretched open ass. My head began swimming and spinning even more. All I could think was "ecstasy". Finally, Glen removed his tongue from my hole and gently pulled his fingers out of me. I felt abandoned. He moved silently adjusting both of our positions until we lay next to each other with his left arm under my neck and right arm around the trunk of my body. I cuddled into his arms feeling secure and sated yet still aroused wanting more. We looked at each other. I saw Glen's eyes gleaming as I was sure that my eyes were equally telling him how I felt. "You know, that was if not the hottest sex I've ever had it was certainly at the top." He smiled. "Without a doubt," I said, "it was the best sex I've ever had." Why lie? I smiled broadly. We talked on sporadically. I let him set the pace of conversation. General and mundane yet always seeming to return if not directly to the topic of sex then indirectly. My rational thinking process was gone being caught up in the moment of what had happened and was still taking place. I paid little attention to what he was saying or asking but replied honestly but briefly until Glen suddenly became silent looking at me intently.

CHAPTER 7 Glen led the way back inside turning to his left immediately taking two steps then turning to face me as I entered. I took one step heading to my seat when he reached out touching my arm. I stopped. He took a few small steps backward pulling me with him. He finally must have felt a heel hitting the tile stopping his backward movement. He knelt immediately still pulling me in his direction until I was directly in front of him. He looked up at me and smiled as his head moved forward until he sensed where his mouth was. He lowered his head a little as he opened his mouth swallowing the head of my dick and then moved his mouth upward swallowing the entire length of my cock until his nose was pressed into my black pubic hairs. I shivered from excitement, his physical touch, and the danger of being caught. He moved his hands to my hips and gripped me lightly to steady himself. He began swirling my cock around in his mouth. I responded by growing almost instantly to full erection. Without hesitating, Glen began withdrawing and inserting my cock in his mouth varying his speed but never stopping. More and more he slid my cock in and out of his mouth. My head was spinning. I had never felt such physical arousal and sensation. Glen had increased his sucking rhythm again. Now, with each in and out, I felt my balls beginning to climb higher in my sac and the urge to shoot my load of cum. I knew the sensation of cumming and the tell-tale signs--I just had never shot my load in this fashion. As if a switch had been flipped, I placed my hands gently on Glen's head and began to stroke my cock in and out of his mouth. Glen complied with my urgency and moaned his acceptance. Faster and faster I began my piston action. We both were in sync and knew what was going to happen. My breathing became harder partly from the steam but I knew more from the sexual excitement and arousal that I was feeling. My hips needed no training; they knew exactly what to do: pull back so far and push forward so far. It was an automatic reflex for this beginner. Then, that deep down to my toes feeling overcame my entire body. The energy exploded upwards and with a final thrust of my cock I buried it as deeply in Glen's mouth as I could. I was racked with great shudders of arousal as the sexual pressure built in me as if a huge volcano was about to explode. The magma of my thick white goo continued to be stirred by the slapping of my balls against Glen's chin. I upped my tempo increasing the pressure on my balls to shatter the safety valve on them. I now needed this volcano to explode releasing the cum out from its deep hiding place. Once more I pulled my cock back out of Glen's mouth for a momentary reprieve then thrust it fully in his mouth holding it there as finally the explosion took place. Without ever needing to measure, I knew I had produced the largest of all cum loads in my life. I felt the race up through my body compacted in that interstate of tubing that connected my balls to my cock. This globule of white goo almost hurt as it flowed through me at light speed. When this blob of white DNA goo hit my cock I reflexively moaned loudly. I had gripped Glen's head with both my hands as if they were a vise. He mimicked me by holding my hips in the same grip. A paroxysm of eruption hit the piss hole of my cock splattering the white glue-like molten matter all over the throat of Glen who took up my moan in a baritone pitch that vibrated through my fully inserted cock. I shuddered heavily. I stood and Glen knelt as my now straining cock bombarded his throat as my balls made their final climb to their maximum upward crawl spewing out their contents for additional barrages of my nectar. He held me tight as I did him. Each of us determined to fulfill our roles. My mind was too numb to count the bombardment but Glen told me later I had blasted him with at least nine thickly rounds of cum before slacking off in volume. He also told me later that he was stunned at the volume and number of shots fired by me but was determined he was not going to lose any of them. When the last volley had been fired, we steadied ourselves breathing heavily as if we had just been in hand-to-hand combat and won. My head was swimming requiring my hands to remain on Glen's head. Our heavy breathing began to slow. The steam had continued to hiss in through the vents. I looked down at Glen as he looked up at me. For my part, I mentally recorded that what I had heard at school was right and smiled. Glen gently began pressing his lips tightly around my now deflated cock and slowly pulled his mouth backwards off my cock draining whatever vestiges of my cum remained in my piss tube. When he reached the head of my cock, he stopped momentarily, then, ceremoniously pulled completely off me. Glen glanced up and rose to full height standing over me by about three inches or so. I looked up and into his eyes as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms about his neck. We looked at each other for only a split second until without prompting we both tilted our heads, leaned forward pressing our lips together, and closed our eyes as our mouths opened in a passionate kiss. Glen's tongue commanded entry. I obeyed. Glen invaded my mouth with his tongue as I had invaded his with my cock. I soon felt a flood of liquid pouring from him into me. My eyes popped open frantically searching his open eyes asking without words what was happening as he kept our lips firmly sealed as he continued to drain this fluid into me. Seconds required my brain to realize that this was the liquified remnants of my sperm that I had only a short time before deposited in his mouth. My eyes lit up in comprehension and once more we closed our eyes swapping this fluid between us until at last there was little left. We stood there embracing, then, opened our eyes and slowly pulled apart. "I've never done that before," I said quietly. "It was hot." "I hope you don't have any plans. I would love to take you home with me for a repeat and more if you would want." "I've got a room upstairs if. . . . " I began. "No. Non-guests aren't allowed upstairs," Glen said. "Once with you just isn't enough." "Let's go, then," I said.

CHAPTER 6 Glen had dark hair but not the black hair that I had. His head was very close cropped with the hair on his arms and legs matted from the steam but still furry amounts could be detected. His chest was hairy but not as thick as my chest hair. Nice looking as I thought earlier was such an understatement. He stood about six feet four or five inches and looked perhaps 220 to 230 pounds. His darker eyes sparkled and went quite well with the broad smile he had showing his white teeth. I detected a metal hoop going through his left nipple which titillated me. I had never seen anything like it. His cock and balls had stretched out--as had mine--from the steam. No doubt that his cock was longer and thicker probably nine inches or even more. His balls hung down low on his thigh stretching his sac almost as low as the head on his cock. But I noticed that his sac kept shrinking and rising upwards and then once more would lower those two-hen egg sized balls downward again. I couldn't help myself from looking at him. I'm sure Glen knew I was watching. We sat in silence now except for the hissing of the steam that spewed out of the vents. Glen sat in his semi-darkened upper corner watching me as I tried to be as nonchalant as I could be but with obvious difficulties. It finally dawned on me that sitting where I was my cock and balls were easily seen. I smiled and shook my head a couple of times. I heard Glen chuckle. My head turned upward once more. Whoosh! The door opened and closed quickly. A young guy had entered. He looked at me and then at Glen. He was a little shorter than me, looked anorexic or bulimic--counting ribs is not a sport--had short light brown hair from what I could tell, and was as body hairless as a Chinese crested dog. He put his hands on his hips and continued looking around the room sweeping right and then back again as if he had radar. Having seen that there were only three in the room, he finally sat on the lower bench but at the edge. He crossed his legs at the knees and began pumping his leg as if he were practicing for the point-after in football. But he must have been called to the side line because almost as soon as he started his leg kicking, he stood back up saying, "This is too damn hot for me." Out the door he went. Whoosh! And, he was gone. "Let's go shower," Glen said rising from his spot and carefully stepping down to the door. I followed him out to the ante room. We passed our towels hung on their hooks and stepped through to the showers. We took showerheads next to each other, turned on the water with Glen testing it, then, I stepped in under the water. The water stung a little but felt good. We both turned around three times letting the water cascade over our bodies. I heard Glen's water stop and followed suit. He grinned at me and shook himself first then pulled his hand over his body to squeegee off the excess. I followed him back to the steam room.

CHAPTER 5 Down the stairs I went; around the pool; up a flight of steps; got my lock and towels at the window, stripped storing my clothes, attached the lock; and off to the steam room. I lucked out locating the steam room easy enough. As I had walked through the locker room, I had seen clearly on the opposite end of the rows of lockers the shower room and steam room located next to it. I chose a row of lockers so that I could view the steam room entry as I stripped. I tossed my towel over a hook and went in noticing that the small room was lit only by the light coming through the glass door. No one was here but me. I chose to sit on the lower level of benches in the corner on the left. There were two tiers of seats that wrapped around three walls. The door was in the middle of the fourth wall and vents for the steam were over the door and at the base of the fourth wall on either side of the door. As I settled in, those vents let loose a volley well misting everything and making it difficult but not impossible to see across the room to the opposite side. I sat back leaning back onto the corner of the upper tier seat and felt the steam settling in on me as it also opened my pores for my own sweat. It was so relaxing that I soon leaned my head back, put my arms up on the front end of the upper seat, crossed my legs at the ankles, and waited. To say that this was relaxing would be such an understatement. I knew how relaxing it was as I picked up on my breathing becoming slower and my entire body seemed to sag a bit from the soothing feel that I was experiencing. Sleep would be on me soon if I kept this pace. To counter that possibility, I focused my brain and periodically would move so that my comfortable feeling would be pushed away slightly and regain my awareness of the room's somnambulistic effect. Steam would vent again measured by some interval unknown to me. No concern of mine I reflected. Whoosh! A familiar sound that I had heard as I entered. I opened my lids but kept in place as the door closed quickly behind another man who had just entered. He stood blocking out most of the door looking around and then returned his gaze to me. He nodded and then climbed to the second-tier bench on the opposite side of the room leaning into the corner of the wall containing the door. It was a dark area of the room since the light from the door could not go there. But I had seen him well enough sort of. A compact man with dark hair, a bit taller than I, clean shaven but with body hair. From what I could see through the steam, a nice-looking man. I tried not to stare and watched him finally lean back onto the door wall lifting his right leg onto the bench while his left foot remained on the lower bench. He adjusted his body so that it tilted slightly to his left and lastly adjusted his cock and balls so that they hung downward along his left side. He folded his hands and put them behind his head. We both sat quietly discreetly eyeing the other. My heart raced as I knew my body began to react to his presence. This steam room didn't need to inject any steam; I was now "steaming" profusely from the excitement that I felt now . . . and my cock and balls began their own reaction. "You new? Haven't seen you before," my steam-sharing member voiced with his words echoing around the room. "Yes. My very first time." I responded. "Just a word of advice. You need to periodically cool off under a shower for best use," he said. "I noticed that you had been in here for a bit. I was in another locker aisle when I saw you enter." Oh. I hadn't realized that I had been watched. I wondered how much more he could tell about me. "I finished my weights and thought I'd relax in here before I saw you come in. So, just a small word of advice: do take a break from the steam. It feels good but too much at a time can take a toll on you. You might want to hang with me when I go shower if you want. I rinse off in tepid water and then come back in here three or four times; just depends on how I feel," he said. "Thanks for the info. Yeah, if you wouldn't mind. Always helpful to hear from someone who has experience instead of going blind," I said. My steam room compatriot began maneuvering himself up off his seat, climbed down to the floor crossing over to me, and extended his hand. As he smiled broadly, he said, "Name's Glen." "Nice meeting you, Glen. I'm Bill." I said shaking his hand firmly. He held on for a slight longer time but released my hand and climbed up to the same seat where he had been on the opposite side settling in as before. This left me looking up at him for close inspection and further conversation. I could clearly see him now even though he had returned once more to shadows.

CHAPTER 4 A few more shower-toilet trips completed my cleaning ritual. Ian and I showered then dried off and walked down the hall reaching my room first. I unlocked the door, and we both entered. "Bill, understand that you have the right to say 'no' to anyone. I'm sure you know how to politely tell a man to piss off." He laughed as I did while I shook my head. "I've been thinking and looking at you, Bill. I have this strange feeling that you're holding out on me about something." Ian said as he casually moved further into my room. "For me, it doesn't matter. But, for some it will and if I'm right, you're going to need to be very discreet about this. How old are you?" Ian's question caught me off guard. I rapidly considered my options. I knew I had a 'deer-in-headlights' look on my face. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times finally saying in a hushed whisper, "I'm eighteen." I hadn't really thought about a minimum age for staying at the Y but after being asked about my age I very quickly thought about me barely being an adult and the very real legal issues here whatever they might be. Ian didn't bat an eye but looked straight at me. "Well, as long as you are at the Y, you've got to be eighteen at least on the residence floors. These rooms aren't Waldorf-Astoria material but they serve a purpose. They are all alike: early dump." Ian laughed. Ian then gave me a run down on protocol and what all went on: sex with men all night long. It all started about 10:00 at night. If you wanted to host someone in your room, leave your door open. If you chose to cruise the hall, lock your door and walk from one end to the other of the hall shopping along the way. Strike up a conversation with any man you wanted. You'd know if he was receptive. The last choice for the residence floor was to leave my room naked and walk to the shower room. Have as much fun as I wanted or as little, he told me. It was all up to me. I then asked Ian about the gym and facilities. He told me that for those who had rented rooms had access and full use. (I didn’t need to use my uncles’ membership then.) He told me that there was a stairway at the end of the hall that went down to the basement where the pool was located. I need only walk around the pool and back up the stairs at the far end. I had to go to the check-in window on the inside by the lockers. Show the clerk my room key the first few times until they recognised me then just tell them my room number. The clerk would provide towels and a lock for my locker. I was set now to find out what I had heard. Ian then said he was going to his room and good luck to me. It was 1:00 when I had left home and close to 2:00 when I had finally entered my room on the fifth floor. It was now about 5:00. I had a quick thought of what Ian had told me, grabbed a dry towel, went to the shower, and made a quick final use of Ian's hose in my ass. The results were as before: crystal clear water. I was ready for a trip to the steam room. What I didn’t know was what if anything would happen.