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Part 1:  Ryan and the Scally Lads

 

 

"Are you sure you want to do this?"  Jared asked, absentmindedly brushing his blond hair out of his face.  

 

"Yes.  Definitely.”  Ryan tried to not roll his eyes. “Come on... aren't you even a little bit curious?"

 

Jared looked at the the building in front of them.  They were in a part of Manchester he hadn’t been to before. It was dark, and the object of their interest was in the basement of an old building that hadn’t served its original purpose (probably some kind of industrial space) in decades.  There was a sign but the name was generic enough that neither he nor Ryan would have known what it was — a gay “sauna” — except for the ad they had seen in a magazine in one of the bars on Canal Street. 

 

"No.  I've got a pretty good idea what goes on in there.  Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be a slag.  Don't you want to save yourself for someone special?"

 

Ryan knew exactly who that "special" person for him was in Jared's mind:  Jared.  He and his friend were both Mormon, had been raised in the same ward (congregation), and — around the time they hit puberty — had felt drawn together.  For Ryan, it was simply because they had something in common... they were both gay in a church that didn't look on that very favourably.  

 

For Jared, it was more.  He believed they were "destined" to be together.  Ryan had tried to let his friend down easy.  Jared just wasn't his type.  Even now when they had been bar hopping on Canal Street, Jared dressed like he was on a church outing.  He wouldn't even drink alcohol. With his thin and hairless body he was the picture of a typical twink. He was cute but didn’t do anything for Ryan sexually.   

 

Ryan had always been attracted to rougher guys.  Council estate lads who would shock his middle class Tory parents back home in Essex (if he ever told them he was gay).  Crass, tough, and a bit scary.  That's what got him hard. But, no matter what Ryan did or said, Jared didn't want to hear it. 

 

"I stopped believing in soulmates around the same time that I stopped calling myself a Mormon.". Ryan said.  It wasn’t the first time he had said that (or something similar) to Jared but his friend still looked hurt at his words.  "I'm going in.  You coming?"

 

"No.  I don't think so.  I'll wait for you over on Canal Street for awhile... in case you change your mind."

 

"I won't."

 

"Just... just be careful.  Ok?  Be safe.  I've heard guys don't always wear condoms in places like this."

 

It was good advice, Ryan decided.  He didn't want to get sick.  He was on the rowing team for the university and knew his tight body was his best feature. Well...  tight body, dark hair, blue eyes... and a butt to die for.  He had not yet done anything other than sucking a cock or getting sucked... but he had watched enough porn to know that he was a bottom.  Which was, of course, another reason he knew there was no future for him and Jared... what were two bottoms supposed to do together?  

 

But no.  He had not yet surrendered his ass.  Tonight, however, he was determined to change that. Tonight, he would lose his virginity.  

 

"I’ll be safe. And thanks."  He gave Jared a friendly hug, walked down the steps, and into the building.  

 

Jared waited where he stood for a couple minutes, ignoring the leering look some drunk gave him, before turning around and walking back to Canal Street and the bars.  

 

Inside, Ryan paid his admission and passed through a turnstile.  He wasn’t sure what to expect... but the somewhat generic locker room wasn’t it.  Still, he guessed it made sense.  He knew guys walked around with nothing on but a towel ... so they needed to secure their clothes somewhere. 

 

He was pleased when he saw a couple other guys checking him out as he got undressed. They weren't his type ... but it made him hopeful he wouldn’t just be ignored.  

 

He wrapped the towel he had been given around his waist and set off to explore. Despite his bravado with Jared, and his sincere desire to have "real sex", he was nervous.  How would he know a guy was interested?   How would they know he wanted to get fucked?  Should he tell them he was a virgin?  

 

He started with a walkthrough of the bathhouse to see what it was like... and to give himself time to calm down.  

 

There was a jacuzzi and a steam room, then showers, then a TV room.  Steps led down to a short tunnel and then back up to several areas with different types of booths. Then another tunnel that led back over to the entrance from the locker room.  

 

Then, as he was turning a corner, he ran face first into a man coming in from the lockers. 

 

The man smelled like he had been working hard all day and hadn’t showered before coming to the sauna.  Not dirty, just a little sweaty. He was about Ryan's age — maybe a year or two older.   About 6 feet tall and lean.  He had close cropped ginger hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken sometime.  There was a tattoo on his hip but the towel covered almost all it it so it wasn’t clear what it was.  Not a “pretty boy”... but incredibly sexy in Ryan's eyes.

 

Ryan's dick was hard instantly. 

 

"Oi! Watch where you going, boy." 

 

"I'm so sorry.  My fault.  I wasn’t looking where i was going.". Ryan stammered. 

 

Two other men stepped out of the locker room, glancing at Ryan before turning to the man he had run into.  "What's all this noise, you ginger cunt?" It was more banter than an actual insult.  

 

The man who spoke had 'dirty blond' hair and blue eyes.  Unlike every other man Ryan had seen so far, he was wearing a pair of shiny black trackies instead of a towel and expensive looking trainers on his feet. His upper body, however, was bare.  He wasn’t fat, not even remotely, but he had just a hint of a belly.  Still muscled though.  Just the kind of muscles you get from hard work not working out.  

 

The ginger man sneered at his two friends.  "This little bitch ran into me.  I think he wanted to see what a real man feels like."

 

Ryan blushed and tried to stammer out another apology.   

 

"I think you're onto something there Scotty.  Look how hard his little dick is."

 

Ryan didn’t think his dick was "little" (it was about 5 1/2 inches) but he was hard as a rock.  

 

"Yeah. What fag boi wouldn’t be hard at the thought of this?" Scotty groped himself through the towel.   

 

Fuck! He was hung.  Ryan couldn't take his eyes off what looked to be eight inches... and not yet fully hard.  He just stood and stared.

 

"You know what we have here lads?"  The third man spoke for the first time.  He was a bit shorter than the other two, maybe 5’ 10”, but was the most muscular of them.  His hair was dark like Ryan's but his eyes were brown.  "I think you've found a virgin."

 

The ginger smiled and seemed, suddenly, to be friendly.  He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.. Ryan couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a deep breath of the man's musk and sweat.  He smelled soooo good.

 

"Is that true, boi?  Are you hiding a cherry under that towel?"

 

"Well... kinda.  I mean I've sucked a guy off before."

 

"Thats just foreplay."  The guy in the trackies laughed.  "If you've never had a dick in your ass, you're a virgin."

 

Unsure what to say, Ryan just nodded. 

 

"That's shameful!". The ginger man said with mock seriousness.  "I can't believe some guy hasn't claimed that prize yet.   A fine piece of ass like you.” He turned to his friends and winked.  “I think we should help him out lads."

 

The other two nodded and agreed.  Not even trying to hide their smiles. 

 

"You want that, boi?   You want me to fix that ‘cherry problem’ of yours?"

 

Ryan looked at the three studs who now had circled him.  Like sharks.  Hungry sharks.  Hungry — and very sexy — sharks.  He took another whiff of the ginger man’s musk... he smelled like walking sex.  A wet dream come true.  "Please...?" was the only word he could form. 

 

"Good boi.". The third man, the muscular one with dark hair, smiled.  "I'm Troy.  This... " he gestured vaguely at the guy in track pants.  "... is Connor.   And you probably figured out that this ginger fucker’s name is Scotty."

 

"I'm ... I'm Ryan." He couldn’t believe his luck at meeting up with these three chavs.  Or scallies as they called them here in Manchester. 

 

"Where you from, Ryan?".  Connor asked as the three lads led him deep into the sauna... back to one of the areas with booths he had walked by earlier.

 

"Essex."

 

"Oh.  We've got a posh boi here lads.  Best be on good behaviour."

 

"No. No. Really... just be yourselves.   I ... um... I like it."

 

"Just yanking your chain, boi.  Relax. You here at Uni then?"

 

Ryan nodded, delighted as they seemed to ease him into their little group.  

 

"I never had much use for school myself.”  Connor said.  “Too many bullshit rules.”

 

"Enough chatter.” Scotty interrupted.  “The only thing Ryan here needs to worry about right now is my popping his cherry and setting him free."

 

Ryan blushed but his cock strained even harder under his towel. 

 

Troy opened a booth door and gestured for Ryan to enter.  The booth was filled wall to wall with a large mattress (if that was the right word.... more of a big cushion or pad) which was elevated enough that they had to climb in.   It was large but still a little cramped when the four of them were all in and the door closed. 

 

It hadn’t occurred to Ryan until that moment that there would be witnesses to his deflowering. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought but didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of these guys and ruin his chance.  

 

Troy surprised him by pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cigarettes and beer.  Ryan wasn’t crazy about smoking ...  but was too turned on to care.  

 

Troy lay down to the mattress, pulling Ryan down on top of him... which served to raise his ass up a bit.  Scotty pulled the university student's towel off.  

 

The ginger man leaned over on top of Ryan so he could whisper in his ear. "You've got a lovely arse here, Ry.  I'm gonna love WRECKING it."

 

Ryan looked up nervously.  

 

"Ignore him.  He just likes messing with you." Connor assured him.  "But... well... he IS big.  Especially for your first time.  I do have something that can help though..."  He pulled out a small brown bottle from a pocket on his trackies.  

 

"I don’t think I want to do any drugs..."

 

"Oh its not like that.  Just poppers. They just help you relax."

 

"I'm not sure..."

 

"Connor is right.".  Troy said beneath him.  "They really will help.  Just give them a quick try.  If you don't like them, no harm done... right?"

 

Ryan nodded reluctantly.  He reached for the bottle but Connor shook his head.  

 

"You’d better let me hold them.  The last thing you want to do is spill them down your nose. Here, just take a big sniff..."

 

A moment later and Ryan felt warm.  Like he was blushing.  And then just a little woozy.   But he barely noticed as Scotty buried his face in his crack and started licking his hole.  

 

"Oh. My. Fuck!".  Ryan moaned. 

 

The bottle was back under his nose.  

 

"Sniff." Connor said.  

 

Ryan didn't argue. 

 

 

----

 

Jared looked out the window of the bar.  He didn't really expect Ryan to give up or come to his senses so quickly, but he hoped he would.

 

They were perfect for each other.  It was so obvious to him.  He couldn't understand why Ryan didn't see it. 

 

He hoped that, by letting Ryan "sow his wild oats", he would get this nonsense out of his system and be ready to settle down as boyfriends.  

 

He took another sip of his diet cola and decided to give Ryan a bit longer to come find him.

 

----

 

Ryan was in heaven.   Scotty’s tongue, and the occasional finger, was still buried in his ass and Troy’s lips were still locked with his.  The poppers had left him so horny he could scream.  

 

Connor lifted his head up.  “I’m feeling left out, Essex boy.  Why don’t you use your mouth on this?”  

 

He pulled his trackies down with one hand, just far enough to free his dick, and with the other hand pulled Ryan’s face into his crotch.  

 

Ryan opened his mouth and swallowed the cock.  It wasn’t quite as long or thick as Scotty’s but it was still the biggest he had ever had in his mouth.  He couldn’t help but gag a bit.  

 

Troy had the poppers now and placed them next to his nose.  “Sniff, Ryan.”

 

Ryan obeyed.  Scotty had gotten a bit more aggressive with his fingers now... but the poppers helped him handle that as well.  Troy had told him that Scotty needed to stretch his hole so he could enjoy his first fuck more. Ryan just wished the ginger was more careful with his fingernails... he was feeling a bit scraped up.  

 

Then... the tongue and fingers were withdrawn. 

 

“You ready?  You ready for me to pop that cherry and make you the slut you were born to be?”

 

Ryan pulled his mouth off of Connor’s cock but Troy held him tightly enough from below that he couldn’t really turn around to look at Scotty. “Fuck me!” 

 

“Bossy little bitch, aren’t ya.”  Scotty sneered.   He started running his cock up and down along Ryan’s ass.

 

“Um.  You’re going to use a condom, right?”  Ryan pointed to the container on the wall that held condoms and lube.

 

“Of course, boy.  The lads and I always play safe.”  

 

Ryan couldn’t tell if Scotty was being sarcastic or if that was just the way he always talked.  

 

“You shouldn’t use those condoms though.”  Troy told him. “There are guys who will tamper with them.  We always bring our own...so we know what condition they are in.”

 

“Oh cool.  Thank you guys.”  Ryan still couldn’t turn around but he could hear the condom being opened and rolled on Scotty’s cock. 

 

“Here.  Give me your hand.”  Scotty ordered. 

 

Ryan reached his hand back and Scotty placed his fingers around the big — no, massive — cock that was about to penetrate him.  He could feel the johnny firmly in place. He felt some cold gel applied to his hole and pushed in with a couple fingers. There was a slight tingling sensation. 

 

“Lube with a numbing effect.”  Scotty told him.  “Will make your first time easier.”

 

Ryan smiled nervously.  “I’m really glad my first time is with you.  You making this so perfect.  Thank you.”  

 

“No worries.” Connor replied.  “Maybe a boy like you knows, deep down, that he needs what we have to give him.”

 

Ryan didn’t understand but didn’t have time to think about it as he felt the invader pressing against his hole.  

 

Scotty slapped his ass.  “Don’t tighten up.”

 

“Just relax and push down on his cock.”  Troy said below him.  

 

“Better fill his mouth with that dick of yours, Connor.”  Scott ordered.  “I think he’s going to be a loud one.”

 

Ryan didn’t resist as Connor’s cock filled his mouth again.  And he tried to push back as Troy had suggested.  

 

But it hurt.  Oh fuck!  It hurt. 

 

Troy held the poppers under his nose again.  He sniffed deep.  

 

Scotty slapped his ass again.  Harder.  Much harder.  Startling him.    But, apparently, it was enough to make his hole spasm open...  as he found Scotty had managed to push the thick head of his uncut cock in.  

 

It felt like someone had shoved a cricket bat up his ass.  He tried to cry out... but with Connor’s dick in his mouth it just sounded like moans.  

 

“Oh, fuck yeah.”  Scotty grunted.  “Your cherry will always be mine.”

 

“You’re doing good.”  Troy assured him.  “Now push back and let him get more inside.”

 

Ryan’s eyes were watering with the pain but he did as instructed.  He had done it.  He had a cock in his ass.  And now, despite the pain, he wanted more.  

 

Scotty was not patient but it still took several minutes before that big cock bottomed out inside him.  Before he finally felt Scotty’s heavy balls slapping his ass. 

 

Scotty slowly pulled back until just the head was inside.  Then back again balls deep.  Out. And in.  

 

After a few minutes of this action, Scotty pulled all the way out.  Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands behind him, doing something.  He had a moment of panic... was Scotty taking the condom off?  He reached back but could still feel the condom there.  

 

“Don’t worry, slut.  The condom was just sliding a bit... so I’m pulling it on me tighter. “

 

And then the cock was back in.  Thrusting in.  And sliding out.  

 

A few minutes later and Scotty pulled out again.  He rubbed some more lube in Ryan’s hole.  

 

Connor leaned over Ryan, looking at his friend’s cock with a smile.  “You’d better pull the condom REALLY tight.  Make sure it stays on.” 

 

Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands stretching the condom tight behind him.  After a moment Scotty groaned slightly.  

 

“Fuck yeah.  Just like that.”  Connor said with a smile.  

 

As the cock went in, Ryan decided the extra lube was really helping.  This felt amazing.  Better than it had just a moment or two earlier.  

 

Still, he reached back, trying to be subtle.  The cock was deep in his hole but he could still feel the base of the condom so he breathed a sigh of relief. 

 

“I’m starting to think you don’t trust me, boi.”  

 

“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.”

 

“Shhh.”  Connor said.  “Just get that mouth back on my cock.”

 

Ryan did but couldn’t really focus on it. Connor, however, seemed content to just let it sit there for now.  

 

Scotty’s thrusts were getting stronger.  More erratic.  The cock seeming to swell up even more inside him.  Every man knows what that means.

 

Instinctively, Ryan started pushing back harder. Into the fuck.  And was rewarded. 

 

“Yeah.  You’re pushing me over the edge! Here it cums, you slut.”

 

Scotty kept thrusting as he came before finally collapsing on Ryan’s back.  His breath escaping in ragged bursts.  

 

After a few moments he pulled himself out of the hole and sat up.  

 

Connor withdrew his cock from Ryan’s mouth and Troy released his hold, allowing the student to sit up slightly and look around. 

 

Scotty had already wrapped his towel around his waist and was throwing the used condom in a small trash can in the corner.  Ryan could just see the tip of the tattoo under the towel and again wondered what it was.  

 

Scotty smirked.  “Looks like I may have used too much lube.  It’s dripping out of you.”

 

Connor moved behind him.  “Yeah, man.  That is a lot of ‘lube’.  It would be a shame to let that go to waste.”  He started rubbing his cock against Ryan’s hole.

 

It took the student a moment to realise what Connor wanted.  “Um.  I don’t know.  I’m a little sore.”

 

“Oh come on.”  Troy frowned.  “We’ve helped you lose your cherry.  Surely you wouldn’t hold out on us, would you?  Besides, neither of our cocks is as big as what you’ve already taken.  You’ll be fine.”

 

“You both want to fuck me?”

 

“Well not at the same time.  I don’t think you’re ready for that.  Yet.”  Troy winked up at him.  

 

Ryan had to admit the cock rubbing against his hole was feeling good.  “You have more condoms, right?”  

 

“Oh, yeah.  Lots more. Just like the last one.”

 

“Let’s do it.”

 

Ryan thought Connor’s grunt as he slipped into his no-longer-virgin ass was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.  

 

Connor’s style was so different than Scotty’s had been.  Where Scotty had thrust deliberately in and out, Connor’s were more like a rabbit fuck.  Short but very fast thrusts.

 

He didn’t want to insult the guys again, so he didn’t let himself reach around to feel for the condom.  He had heard Connor opening it and say he had put it on.  Why would he lie? 

 

Meanwhile, Troy kept kissing him, rubbing his nipples and dick, and giving him the poppers.  Scotty was sitting in the corner watching them all while playing with his now soft cock.  

 

Connor reached the point of no return much quicker than Scotty had.  “Fuck yeah.  You little slut.  Your fucking tight hole is going make me shoot.” 

 

Ryan realised he liked when they talked dirty to him.  It was like he was in one of the pornos he watched online.  “Yeah.  Do it. Fuck me like a slut.” 

 

“Damn.  That was so fucking hot to watch.”  Scotty said a couple minutes later as Connor pulled out of Ryan. 

 

“Yeah, you dirty fucker.”  Connor bantered with the redhead.  “I know you get off on watching me fuck.  You just wish it was your ass I was pegging.”

 

“In your dreams.” Scotty sneered.  

 

“Looks like I used too much lube as well.  Look at it flowing out of him now.”

 

It was strange, Ryan couldn’t remember Connor adding more lube. He didn’t worry too much about it though. It was Troy’s turn. 

 

Troy’s style was completely different from the other two fucks.  If Ryan had to describe it, he would say it was gentle.  Almost romantic.  It took Troy much longer to cum that the first two but he did eventually collapse on Ryan’s back after his cock spasmed deep inside him.  

 

“Damn.”  He said as he pulled out.  “It looks like we all used a little much ‘lube’.  Your hole is a mess.  Looks like you might have bled a little as well.”

 

Ryan sat up and felt his ass.  “Really?”

 

“Don’t worry, it sometimes happens.  Especially your first time.  It will heal up in a day or two.  Nothing to worry about.”

 

Ryan nodded.  His ass really was a mess. Whatever lube they had used was running out of his (now far less tight) hole and down his ballsack. 

 

“That was fun, slut.”  Scotty said.  “Welcome to the club.”

 

“The club?”

 

“Yeah. The former virgin club I mean.” Scotty sneered at him.  It was a bit scary.  But very sexy.  “I doubt this will be the last time you get fucked.  Will it?”

 

“No.  I liked it.  I really liked it.”

 

“Fuck yeah you did.”  Connor added, pulling his trackies up.  “You’ve worn the three of us out.”

 

He opened the door.  There were a few men outside listening to the action who looked in the opening door.  Their hungry looks made Ryan blush.    

 

“Hope to catch you soon for a repeat.”  Troy smiled.  “We need to make sure that hole is well and truly broken in.”

 

After they left, Ryan pulled the door closed but there was no latch.  

 

He should go, he told himself.  If he knew Jared, he was still in a bar waiting for him.  But he was so drained.  He needed to rest for a few minutes first.   

 

He flipped the light switch off, laid down on his belly (his butthole was pretty sore now), and closed his eyes.  Just for a minute he told himself... right before he fell asleep.  

 

He woke with a start as he felt someone move on top of him.  

 

“What the fu...”

 

“Shhh, boy.” A stranger’s voice said to him. “I saw you in here with your juicy ass in the air and I could see what you want.”

 

A hard cock pressed against his hole. He was so sore... but it felt so good.  He pushed back and let it enter him.  The stranger didn’t feel very fit or toned but, in the darkness, Ryan could ignore that.   

 

The stranger used him hard.  Both of them grunting in exertion, thrusting together.  Until the stranger came and pulled out. 

 

“Thanks.”  Was all the stranger said as he got off Ryan and climbed out of the booth. In the light from the corridor, Ryan had saw him for the first time.  The stranger looked to be about 60 with a flabby belly and a saggy ass.  

 

That was the moment he realised that had never seen the stranger put on, or take off, a condom.  Had the old man just fucked him bare?  

 

Ryan was ashamed.  He felt... dirty.  Truly slutty. And not in a good way. 

 

He hurried out of the booth himself.  He didn’t even stop to shower on the way to the lockers.  Five minutes later he was out the door and back on the street.  

 

He didn’t think he could face Jared right now. He headed home telling himself he would talk to his friend tomorrow.   

 

He hurried into his apartment and to the toilet.  Trying to push out anything inside him.  But he didn’t see anything but more lube like Scotty, Connor, and Troy left behind. He breathed a sigh of relief.  

 

His phone rang.  

 

Jared.  

 

Not tonight he decided.  He would talk to Jared tomorrow. He turned his phone off and took a shower.  

 

——

 

It was past closing time.  Jared shivered in the cold night air outside the bars as he slipped his phone back in his pocket.  

 

He never should have let Ryan go into that place.  He had been gone for hours and now wasn’t answering his phone. 

 

There was only one thing to do.  He would have to go in and find his friend and get him out of there.  

 

 

NEXT:  Jared and the jock

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Great story, love how it built, and then him getting surprised while dozing at the end  - so hot. Hope he gets a rematch with those three.

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Fuck yeah, can't wait to read more about these little mormon fuckholes getting pozzed

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Part 2:  Jared and the Jock

 

 

“What do you mean I need to pay to go in?”  Jared complained.  “I’m just looking for a friend.”

 

“Uh huh.” The man at the sauna entrance rolled his eyes. “Everyone is just looking for a friend in there.”

 

Jared’s face turned red.  “That’s not what I meant!  I’m just looking for MY friend.  He came in earlier and isn’t answering my calls.”

 

“You think that, maybe, he’s just busy having a good time?”  The clerk smirked. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?”

 

The thought had occurred to Jared... he wasn’t stupid.  He, of course, preferred his own interpretation.  He would go in, save Ryan, who would be so grateful that he would (of course) FINALLY agree to be boyfriends.    

 

“Please.  I just want to make sure he’s ok.”

 

“Sorry, mate.  Either you pay, or you stand aside to let the guys waiting behind you to go in.”

 

“Ease up, Dave.”  A voice said behind Jared.  “I’ll cover him.”

 

Jared turned around.  And up… the man behind him was tall, about 6 foot 2 and about 22 years old he guessed.  Jared tried not to stare: at the man’s almost almond shaped brown eyes, dark hair, full lips… or his oh SO very tight and fit body.  It was all Jared could do to not reach out and feel the red shirt which was caressed the stranger’s chest.  Or glance down at what the blue jeans were hiding.  

 

“Oh.  Um.” Jared stuttered.  “Th-thank you so much.”

 

“No worries, mate.”  The man smiled (sending Jared's heartbeat racing) as he paid for both their admissions. “I’m Hal.”

 

“I’m Jared.”

 

“Let’s go inside and see if we can find your friend.” Hal put a hand on Jared’s lower back and steered him.  

 

Jared blushed.  He needed to stay focused on Ryan he told himself... but the hand felt soooo good there.  So natural.  Firm but gentle. He didn't object.  

 

The twink did not notice the wicked grin that Hal shared with the clerk. 

 

“You have to be careful in places like this.”  Hal said. “The vultures in here will be all over a beautiful guy like you.  But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

 

Jared just nodded.  He felt so lucky to have stumbled on such a nice guy.  And he had to admit, he loved the jealous looks other guys were throwing his way. 

 

Hal insisted they change into the towels the clerk had given them.  “It will be easier if we just blend in.”  He assured Jared.  

 

If Hal had been sexy fully dressed, Jared almost passed out seeing him get naked and wrap the towel around him.  He even caught a glimpse of Hal’s cock.  Hal’s very big cock.  

 

Jared's own cock, decent size if nothing special he knew, started to swell in response.  He tried to cover it.  If Hal had noticed, however, he was polite enough not to say anything. A man who looked like Hal was probably used to that reaction Jared told himself. 

 

"The club is kind of a big circle." Hal said as he they walked.  He whispered in Jared's ear as they walked, pointing out the different areas.  Jared could barely focus on the words.   

 

There was no sign of Ryan.  

 

“Maybe he’s, you know, in one of the booths right now?”  Hal suggested.  “Let’s sit down and wait a few minutes then we can go around again.”

 

Jared just nodded.  He wanted to find Ryan, of course he did, but he definitely didn’t mind all this attention he was getting from Hal. 

 

The tall man led him to a little room with a series of benches.  Porn was playing on a TV screen.  

 

Jared blushed and tried not to look.  But his eyes kept betraying him. He had watched porn before, alone in his room, always praying for forgiveness after.  It was different seeing it here with other people around. Both more embarrassing and more exciting.   

 

“Tell me about your friend.”  Hal asked.  “How do you know each other.”

 

“We’ve known each other for years.  From both school and church. We're both Mormons -- the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  Well. I am.  Ryan doesn't think of himself as a member anymore."

 

“You sound like you really care for him.”

 

“I do.  I always have.”  Jared said with a sigh.  “I mean, I know he doesn’t see me that way.  As anything more than a friend.  But I keep hoping.”

 

Hal put his arm around Jared’s shoulder and pulled him close.  Jared allowed himself to rest against the muscular chest.  He was sad when thinking about Ryan but his cock was straining even harder from feeling Hal’s hard body against his.  He felt like a feather laying on a rock. It was so comfortable.  So perfect.  

 

“It’s ok.” Hal assured him, pulling them closer.  “There is someone out there for you.  Either your friend or someone else.”

 

“I hope so.  Sometimes I want to just give up.  I’ve been saving myself for him.  I want to lose my virginity with him.  But I think I’m going to die alone.”

 

He didn’t see the hungry look in Hal’s eyes when he mentioned his virginity.  “Shhh. Don’t talk like that. Let’s take another walk around and see if we can find him.  Ok?”

 

Jared didn’t want to stand up or stop resting against Hal but he did as he was told.  He was very pleased, however, when Hal’s hand rested again on his lower back. Slightly lower this time.  In that area where it was hard to say if the hand was on his lower back or his butt.  Either way, Jared couldn't deny he liked the touch.  

 

But still no Ryan.  After a couple of circuits of the club they found themselves again in the video room.  

 

Jared leaned against Hal without thinking.  Just feeling the heat and sexiness of the man.  Hal leaned over and kissed his cheek.  Jared turned and allowed their lips to meet.  Hal’s breath smelled like a breath mint, he thought absently.  A very very sexy breath mint.  

 

Out of the corner of his eye, Jared noticed two guys walk into the video room.  

 

“I’m telling you, he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in years.”  One of the men said.  “A college boy I’m guessing.  He had the look.”

 

Jared glanced over without unlocking his lips from Hal.  

 

The two men were older, probably in their sixties, and the one talking was flabby and saggy both front and back.  His friend was taller and gaunt.  He looked ill.

 

“Yeah, yeah.”  The gaunt man teased.  “You always get lucky when there are no witnesses.”

 

“Well, you should have gotten here earlier.  He’d clearly been fucked a couple times tonight — raw based on the cum dripping from his ass — but he was still tight.”

 

Jared’s stomach felt like a lead balloon.  Sinking.  

 

“Sure, sure.”  The gaunt man said.  “Well, I suppose I should at least be grateful you aren’t claiming he gave you his virginity.”

 

“Believe me or not.  The slut laid there and let me breed his ass.  His fit little body writhing and working out my load.  He moaned like a bitch too.  Didn’t say much but but sounded like he was from London or somewhere close.  Posh little cum slut.  It was heaven.”

 

Jared couldn’t breathe.  He broke the kiss with Hal and turned to face the two men.  They didn't even notice him.    

 

The gaunt man paused.  “You're serious, aren’t you?  Some college boy really let you fuck him?”

 

“Told you man, you should have gotten here earlier.”

 

Tears welling up his eyes, Jared jumped up and ran from the room.  The old men's eyes followed him curiously.  And hungrily.  

 

Hal caught up with him in the locker room and put his arm around him again. Holding him as Jared’s body shook with sobs.  

 

“I’m guessing that was your friend they were talking about?”

 

“Ryan was willing to get fucked by THAT?” Jared choked out between sobs.  “That old fat guy?  But doesn’t want to be anything other than friends with me?  What the hell is wrong with me?  Am I ugly or something?”

 

Hal put his fingers on Jared’s jaw, turning him to face him. “That’s enough of that.  I don’t want to hear you say that again.”

 

Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was.  How he had found someone who was so kind when he needed it most. 

 

Hal kissed him again.  “Let’s get you out of here. OK?”

 

Jared nodded.  The two got dressed again and then he let Hal lead him back out of the sauna.  

 

Yet again, he didn’t see the smiles and winks between the clerk and Hal.  Or the thumbs up that the clerk gave Hal behind his back. 

 

“Let’s get you a cab, ok?” Hal said. 

 

“I don’t have money for a cab.”

 

“Well, I’ll give you money.  I don’t want you walking home alone.”

 

“You don’t have to…”

 

“I want to.  And I want to see you tomorrow.”  Hal glanced at his watch.  “Or today rather. Tonight.  A date if you are up for it. Is that ok?”

 

Jared smiled in spite of his torment.  And nodded. He was so lucky.  Maybe heavenly father could forgive him for being gay.  Could allow him to meet someone so wonderful and kind.  

 

Hal put his phone number and address in Jared’s phone while they waited for the cab.   “So, I’ll see you at 8.  Right?”  

 

“Yes, that sounds good.”  Jared wanted Hal to invite him over now, just to hold him.  He didn’t want to be alone, but was afraid to say anything.   

 

Hal pulled him close as the cab pulled up, gave him a long and lingering kiss, and held his cell phone up and snapped a picture.  “Just something to remind myself how gorgeous you are.” 

 

Jared was blushing as he climbed in the cab.  The cab driver was watching him in the rear view mirror but didn’t make any comments. 

 

Hal watched the cab pull away then pulled his phone back out and uploaded the picture he had just taken.  

 

He laughed to himself as he typed out the message to his followers:  See this hot little twink?  This fine piece of virgin meat doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take his cherry in less than 24 hours.  Raw.  On camera.  And he is going to beg me for it.  All my subscribers will, of course, get full access to the video.  Pre-order now to hear this little cunt scream for mercy.”

 

Hal hummed to himself as he put the phone in his pocket and went back into sauna.  The thought of breaking in, and hopefully pozzing, a virgin hole had him rock hard.  And there were always guys in the sauna who would happily take his load no questions asked.  

 

Life was good.  

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

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Part 3:  HAL HAS HIS WAY

 

 

Jared’s phone vibrated as he walked up to Hal’s door.  Another call from Ryan.  He ignored it.

 

He definitely didn’t want to talk to his friend right now… he wasn’t even sure if he still wanted to be friends.  How could he be around someone who had rejected him completely, betrayed him even, like Ryan had?

 

The truth was he didn’t feel much like socialising at all right now.  Even with Hal who been so sweet last night.  He HAD tried to cancel, but Hal had sounded so disappointed on the phone… so here he was.

 

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

 

The door opened and the first thing he saw was the smile.  Definitely the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.  And… he was suddenly glad he hadn’t cancelled.

 

“Hey.  I’m so glad you made it.” Hal said, ushering him in.     He was wearing blue jeans that just seemed to magically rest on his hips and a black button up shirt that fit his body like a glove.  The sleeves were rolled up about halfway up the forearm and the top button had come undone allowing a glimpse, just a tantalising glimpse, at that amazing chest.

 

Hal pulled him into a warm hug and kissed him on the forehead.  “Dinner will be ready in 10 or 15 minutes.  Come into the kitchen with me.”

 

Jared followed and watched, amazed, as Hal moved expertly around the kitchen.

 

It felt so normal, like a real date.  The kind that almost everyone he knew from Church and school had been going on for years.  Not him though.  Ryan had been the only other gay guy he had known about.. and Ryan, of course, had no interest in dating him.

 

No.

 

He wouldn’t think about Ryan.  Not tonight.  This beautiful man was being so kind, so amazing, to him.   Tonight was about Hal.  No one else.

 

“Mind setting the table?”  Hal smiled again.  “Plates are in that cupboard and silverware is there.”

 

Keep smiling like that to me and I will do anything for you, Jared thought to himself.

 

The whole time they chatted easily, almost effortlessly, and Jared let himself relax.

 

As they sat down to dinner, however, Hal pulled out a bottle and set it on the table.  Damn, Jared thought.  Wine.  Alcohol.

 

“I… um… don’t drink.  I’m Mormon.”

 

“Really?  That’s too bad.  I picked this up especially for you.”  Hal seemed to think for a split second, then smiled again.  That warm and disarming smile.  “I know a little about Mormons.  I don’t think they like gay guys that much do they?”

 

“No.  I guess not.”

 

“So, you told me yesterday that you want to have sex with a guy someday.  If you are willing to do that then surely a little wine can’t be THAT terrible, can it?”

 

Jared had heard the argument before.  But when Hal said it — with his beautiful, kind smile — it just made sense to him.  And he really didn’t want to seem too awkward to his new friend.  “I guess not.”

 

Hal poured half a glass and handed it to him.  “Just try a little, if you don’t like it we’ll find something else for you.”

 

Jared nodded.

 

“Cool.  A toast then.”  Hal poured himself a glass as well and raised it.  “To the cutest guy in town.”

 

Jared blushed.  Could Hal really like him?  Really?   

 

His hand trembled a bit as he brought the glass to his lips.  This was a line he thought he would never cross, a rule he would never break.  But he allowed a little of the wine to flow into his mouth.

 

And he wanted to gag.

 

People actually liked this stuff? Ugh.

 

“You ok?”  Hal asked.

 

“Um.  Yeah.  Just didn’t taste like I thought it would. It’s good.” Jared lied.

 

If dinner had smelled good, it tasted even better.  Jared even managed to drink his wine.  Although his stomach had almost turned when Hal poured him a second glass of the horrible stuff.  It was his own fault, he told himself, he was the one who had lied.  God was clearly punishing him for that lie.   

 

They cleared the table and did dishes together, their bodies close together over the sink.  Jared could picture them doing this together for the rest of their lives.  He tried to shake himself out of it — it was too early for such thoughts — but it seemed so real to him.  And he liked the thought… maybe he could pretend.  Just for tonight.

 

He was almost disappointed when the dishes were done.

 

“Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa and I’ll get us something to drink.”

 

Jared found his way to the living room and took a seat.  He felt a little flushed and light headed.  So this is what drunk felt like.  Didn’t feel so bad so far.

 

Soft music started playing and he turned around to see Hal putting a remote down. He didn’t realise, of course, that the remote had also turned on the video cameras around the room.

 

Hal handed him what looked like orange juice.  “Try this, I think you’ll like it more than the wine.”

 

Jared took a sip and smiled.  He could taste the bitter undertone of some kind of alcohol but the orange juice made the drink very palatable.  This was more like it.   He took a big drink, almost emptying the glass.   

Hal sat down close to him on the sofa and put his arm around him.  Jared rested against the beautiful man’s chest.  Oh!  This was amazing.  Between the music, the alcohol, and Hal’s warm and fit body — well, it was all just so… perfect.

 

Fingers rested on his chin, lifting his face up.  Hal’s lips met his and they kissed.  Hal’s tongue slipped, teasingly, into his mouth.  A little moan escaped Jared’s lips.

 

“You are so amazing.”  Hal whispered. “You are so special.”

 

Hal’s hand rested on his back, holding their bodies close.  Jared didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard.  He tried not to look but Hal’s cock was obviously hard as well.

 

Hal raised Jared’s hand and placed it on his pec. The twink couldn’t believe how excited it made him feel.  He was sweating just a little.

 

Their lips met again; Hal’s hand slowly slid down his back.  So slowly it was almost unnoticeable.  But Jared noticed.

 

Should I stop it?  He asked himself.  I don’t want to let things get out of hand.

 

He was saving himself for the guy he would spend the rest of his life with.  But, right now, it just felt so good.  Hal felt so good. Maybe, this is the man he would be with forever?

 

“You are so beautiful, Jared.  I think I may love you already.”

 

Jared swooned.  Could it be true?  It must be… why would Hal say it otherwise?  His doubts slipped away and he said a little silent prayer to Heavenly Father to thank him.

 

Hal’s fingers slipped into the waist band of his jeans.  Grazing his butt.   Jared shivered at the gentle caress of fingers on a part of him that had never been touched this way before.

 

He let his own hand drift down.  From Hal’s chest, down his abs, to rest over the straining bulge in the virile man’s jeans.  He could feel the warm throbbing flesh through the denim.  He didn’t realise his fingers were moving in sync with Hal’s fingers on his butt.

 

“Take it out.”  Hal whispered.   

 

Jared’s fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the button and zipper.  A still, small voice in his head said to slow down.  Stop.  But he didn’t slow down.  He didn’t stop.  He couldn’t stop.

 

The shaft rose to freedom as the containing zipper was pulled away.  Jared had gotten a bit of a look in the sauna but now… now his fingers wrapped eagerly around it.   The first cock he had ever touched besides his own but his hand instinctively started stroking.

 

Then…  Gasp!  Hal’s fingers slipped into his crack and touched him… down there. In that most sensitive spot.  He hadn’t even noticed own belt and jeans being unfastened.

 

A fluid, white or perhaps slightly yellow, dripped from the hard cock in his hand.  He had heard of pre-cum, even if didn’t produce much himself, but it didn’t look quite like he expected.  Still, what else could it be?

 

Hal broke their kiss and put his hand on the back of Jared’s head.  “Taste it.”

 

It wasn’t a request but Jared didn’t mind.  He liked when Hal was assertive, in control.  He felt no need to worry or resist.  Just relax and go with the flow.

 

And so he allowed the hand on the back of his head guide him to lean over Hal’s lap.    Until he faced the big cock.  The strange fluid dripping down the shaft.

 

He parted his lips and cock became the first ever to enter his mouth.

 

New smells, tastes, sensations filled him.  He needed more.  His mouth began working up and down the solid pillar.

 

“Teeth.”  Hal hissed.

 

He did his best to keep his teeth off the cock.  A cock that seemed even thicker in his mouth that it had in his hand.  But he was doing it!  He was a cocksucker now… and he felt, strangely, proud of that.

 

He couldn’t see Hal lean back and give a thumbs up to the camera or point to his ass… mouthing “Next!” with an evil smile.

 

He could only feel as Hal’s fingers again caressed his butt, his crack, his sphincter.  Gently circling.  Feeling like it would push through only to dance away.  It was driving him crazy.  He wanted to beg Hal to do it… but he couldn’t talk with him mouth so full.

 

Jared wasn’t sure how long he sucked the dick.  But his lips, his tongue, his mouth were all coated with the dripping fluid he assumed was pre-cum.  A fair amount had even worked it’s way down his throat even though there was no way he could go far enough on the cock for it to even approach his throat.

 

Finally, Hal gently lifted his head off his cock.  “Let’s go lay down.”

 

This was it.  Jared knew it was the moment.  He was going to surrender his virginity to this man.  But it was ok.  They loved each other.  This was the man he was going to be with forever.

 

Hal helped him to stand.  Jared’s jeans and underwear fell to the floor.  His shirt followed. He was completely naked while Hal was still dressed, albeit with his cock still out of his jeans.

 

Hal took his hand and led him to the bedroom.  The music was playing in here as well.  And, unbeknownst to Jared, Hal turned off the living room cameras and turned on the bedroom ones.

 

Their lips met again while Hal gently laid Jared on the bed and laid atop him.  Grinding their crotches together. It felt good.  So good.  But Jared was ready now.  Ready for the next step.  Ready to surrender his most precious gift to the man he felt he now loved.

 

“Please, Hal.  Please make love to me.”

 

“Say it again.  Say it louder.”

 

“Please make love to me.”

 

“It’s going to hurt.  The first time.  But I will be as gentle as i can.”  Hal smiled one of his warm smiles.  He was lying, of course, he was going to rough up this hole good.  All the better to “impregnate” the bitch… but this naive slut-to-be didn’t need know that.

 

He rolled Jared over.  He kissed the twink’s body and moved slowly down.  His lips kissing, teasing, his prey’s neck.  His shoulders.  Back. Butt.  Then, ever so gently (so as not to spook the bitch), the warm hole.

 

Like any good bottom, touched for the first time, a quake of pleasure ran through Jared’s whole body.  The tongue on his hole was so unexpected… but felt sooooo good.

 

The fingers that followed, that slowly pried his hole open, didn’t feel as good.  But he understood he needed to be opened a bit for the big dick that was about to enter him.  Claim him.

 

Hal lifted Jared so he was on elbows and knees with his face flat to the bed.  Hal’s fingers spread lube on his hole.  Almost time.

 

Jared watched as Hal lubed his cock…

 

“Wait… aren’t you going to use  a condom?” Jared turned to face the man he was giving himself to.

 

“Why?  You don’t have anything I should worry about, do you?”

 

“No, no… I don’t have anything.”

 

“Good.  This is our first time.  I want this to be special.  The first time of many.  I want to feel myself inside you.  You trust me, don’t you?”

 

Jared knew he should say no. Insist on a condom.  But he was so horny, so relaxed from the alcohol.  He just couldn’t bring himself to argue.  “I trust you.”

 

He returned to the pose Hal wanted him in.

 

The cock slipped up his crack.  And down.  Back and forth.  Teasing his hole.

 

One of Hal’s hands on his hip, holding him tight.

 

Pressure.  This was it.  It was time to…

 

The sound that burst out of Jared was primal.  Barely human.  Hal’s second hand wrapped around his mouth, muffling the cry.

 

Every muscle in his body wanted to move.  Get away from the pain.

 

But Hal held him tight.

 

“Shhhh, baby.  It’s ok.  Just relax.  You are going to love this.  I promise.  This is something that will be with you for the rest of your life.”

 

Jared did his best, but his body kept trying to move despite his best efforts.  Hal’s firm control succeeded in holding him in place, however, as the cock slid slowly deeper and deeper.

 

He didn’t know how long it took, but he was startled when he felt Hal’s thighs resting against his butt.  His lover’s cock was all the way in.  Balls deep.  He had surrendered himself completely.

 

Hal’s cock pulled back.  And thrust in again.  And again.  And again.  It still hurt, more than any other pain Jared could remember, but at the same time it felt… good? Natural? Right?   Like he was complete in a way he had never felt before.

 

He didn’t notice as his body began thrusting back.  Begging without words for Hal to fill his hole with cock.  To make him whole.

 

“Your hole is so tight. You feel so good.”  Hal said.  Strangely loudly as if for someone else to hear.  “How do you feel?”

 

“I feel… amazing!”

 

“You like that big cock, then?  You like it fucking your boy pussy?”  Hal sounded less gentle, less loving now.

 

The wording threw Jared a little.  It seemed so raunchy.  So coarse.  But it was true.  And he liked it.  He liked Hal talking to him this way.  “Yes, I love you fucking me.”

 

“Good boy.  I’m getting close.  You ready?  You want it?”

 

“Yes… please.  Cum in me.”

 

Hal smiled in triumph.  He thrust again.  Hard.  Driving the breath out of Jared’s lungs.  Again.  And again.  And…

 

His body shook as his balls drew up and fired his deadly load into the no-longer virgin hole.

 

He shifted forward, his body pressing Jared flat into the bed, his cock still buried deep.  Keeping his cum inside to do it’s job.

 

Jared wanted to stoke his own cock but it was trapped beneath his own body.

 

He thought Hal would pull out after a moment… but was amazed that the cock inside him stayed mostly hard.  He tried to catch his breath but it was hard with Hal’s weight on him.  Slowly Hal began moving again.  Thrusting again.  Fucking him again.  Even harder than the first time.   

 

“Who’s my little bitch?”  Hal hissed.

 

“I am. I’m your bitch.”

 

“Fuck yeah!”

 

Hal lasted longer the second time.  Thrusting hard.  Merciless.  All the while whispering nasty things in Jared’ ear.  But eventually, he came again.

 

When he finally rolled off and lay next to Jared, the twink’s hole was aching.  But he was still so horny.

 

Jared reached to stoke his own cock.  He needed to burst.  But Hal pulled him in close and began kissing him again.  Jared found himself in another position where he couldn’t reach his cock.

 

Jared thought they would fall asleep, spend the night together.  After awhile however, of holding each other and kissing, Hal rolled off the bed.

 

“That was amazing.”  The taller man said.  “You are amazing.”

 

Jared smiled and blushed.  “You too. I’m so glad you were my first.”

 

He wanted to, finally, stroke his own cock.. .which was jutting up from his crotch demanding attention.  But it felt awkward now that Hal was standing.

 

“I’m glad too, I had a really good time… but I have to go out of town for work tomorrow.  Best call it a night.”

 

“Oh.  Ok.”  Jared stood up, confused, and followed Hal out to the living room.  He found his discarded clothes and dressed.  “Is everything ok?  Did I do something wrong?”

 

“No, you were great.  If I didn’t have such a crazy day tomorrow I would definitely have you stay over. We will do this again when I’m back, ok?”

 

There was something… off-putting… about the way that Hal was speaking.  Distant.  Less affectionate.  Jared didn’t know what to say, or what to think, so he let Hal usher him out the door.   

 

Hal couldn’t help but laughing after he kicked the twink out.  That had gone even better than he expected.  But it had taken longer than expected as well.

 

It was already midnight.  He had promised his subscribers some footage by 11.  He did some quick editing and put a short teaser video out of some of the key moments of Jared’s seduction.

 

“As promised, there is one less virgin — Mormon no less —  and one new boipussy-in-the-making tonight.  Here are some key scenes.  Just a preview tonight.. more coming in the morning."

 

It didn’t take long for his subscribers to start commenting.

 

“More!”

 

“I hope you pozzed him up good.”

 

“I thought he would balk when he saw your gono dick.  Don’t think the bitch knew what he was looking at.  lol.”

 

“You going to breed him again?  I think he’s in love with you.”

 

Hal leaned back in his chair.  He would definitely fuck the boi again. He wanted to make sure the boi got his gift…. but that gonorrhoea would show up in a week or two.  And the bitch was going to freak out.    

 

Still he had time to fuck him, and fuck with his head, one more time before he dumped the stupid fucker.

 

 

NEXT:  RYAN GETS MORE, JARED GETS DESPERATE

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           Topman pointed out that my mouth was unoccupied so that sad situation was soon remedied. Again I was being spit roasted and loving it. I think at this point Topman went off again to procure some more eager breeders. He succeeded and how. At this point I had trouble making out individual voices, plus I was being distracted by someone tying my hands behind my back with what I was later to discover was a sock.
           It sounded like there was a helluva lot of guys waiting to take a turn on the cum dump merry-go-round. Now I am no gang bang virgin, I mean I do ascribe to be the town bicycle but even an experienced cum dump such as myself has limits. I was getting worried that I had bitten off more than I could chew and how was I going to get out of it. They had me tied and blind folded. Whoever tied that knot must have been a boyscout and a sailor because it was not budging. I tried working at it but got cuffed by Topman every time. "Leave it alone pussy boy, you have a lot cock to take care of and we are not leaving until you have drained every drop of cum out of our hairy sacks." He was fucking me again at this point. He yanked my head back by my hair pulling my ear next to his mouth. "Just do what your told and you'll get through this fine, you'll get exactly what you came for." With that he pushed my head down into someone's crotch and I obediently opened up for more cock.
           I have to admit I was totally turned on and whether I could handle it or not I was going to see this through. From here things got to be a bit of a blur as it was cock after cock and I was getting a little shaky on my legs. Then donkey daddy shows up and tries to climb into my hole or at least that was what it felt like since his endowment was enormous. I tried hard to stand still and take it but he was not gentle. "Jesus Christ!, can't you hold this whiny cunt still," he complained. Whiny cunt? My mouth was full of cock. I never said a word. My ass however was hopping around all over the place trying to evade his penis invasion.
            I heard, "Here give Mary some of this," and a bottle of poppers was put under my nose. Someone must have rifled through my shorts. Thank god I left my wallet in the truck and the keys on a tire. I inhaled from that little bottle of paradise like it was full of salvation, which it was. Jungle Juice was going to save me from Donkey Daddy and leave me in nirvana. Actually I snorted so much I blacked out for a moment but there were plenty of guys around me to keep my from falling. When I came to the big guys was balls deep. I felt no pain only the joy of being completely filled and surrounded by horny, sweaty men.
           From this point on I really can't say what happened exactly. I mean I know I got royally fucked but by whom and how many whose to say. They kept that bottle of poppers close and ordered me to inhale often. Topman stayed close and I think was the one doling out the amyl. I assume he eventually bred my ass. How could he not after running the whole show. Things started to slow down but I was still getting fucked. I was ordered to inhale and keep inhaling until told to stop. I took two huge hits and stopped and was promptly rewarded with several smacks on my ass and head. "Keep going bitch." I kept inhaling and inhaling and then I passed out.
           I was out long enough for everybody to get lost. I was alone when I came to, buck naked and covered in cum. I wiggled around only to discover my hands were still tied behind my back. Lucky for me someone or several someone's had pissed on me. My hair was drenched and so was the sock tied around my wrists making it easier to eventually wriggle out of. It took me a while but to my relief I found my shorts wadded up under a bunch of dead weeds not too far away. My cum dump shirt however had been taken for a souvenir. 
           I proudly walked out of those woods with a huge smile on my face. When I got to my truck I noticed two guys at a car several spaces a way. They were looking my way laughing and buddy punching each other on the shoulders. I gave them a wave and thumbs up which made them laugh even harder. Pretty sure they either fucked me or pissed on me. By the way I did find my favorite plaid shirt before I left. 
    • By freshxtop5
      I will be attending Cum Union at the CCBC in Palm Springs for a 2nd time. I was there last year, but because of some complications I couldn't really enjoy it, but this year should have me at 100%. I am very much into older daddy types and will be staying with my older buddy as well.  I will be the boy in a demi kilt. See you studs there for some good play time. 
    • By versbbguy
      This thread will contain the new adventures for Cody, his Dad, and his friends.  You don't need to have read "Cody's Return" Part 1 and Part 2 to know what's going on here [Moderator's Note: Links Added] , but it can give you some back story.
      Also, I want to say a huge thank you to all the guys who's reached out to me... there's a few of you who've messaged me here and on BBRT and got my cock very hard (you know who you are), this first chapter is dedicated to you (and what I hope we get to do).
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      CHAPTER 1:
      Cody:
      There is a tingling, a pleasurable stinging sensation when a man’s raw cock slowly snakes its way into your ass that feels like no other kind of sex; when that man is your Dad it's even hotter. 
      My Dad might have been asleep, but his cock was wide awake and ready to play.  Considering all of the time I had recently spent with Sam, I really needed my father’s cum.  I also needed to have 'the conversation' with Dad about Sam, but while my ass was quite sore, still I couldn't sleep as I was insatiably horny.  I wanted Dad’s cum in my ass; his boy needed it right then.  Dad was so good, so practiced at breeding my ass.  It wasn't, perhaps, fair of me to let something like his need for sleep to get in the way of breeding his boy’s tight (but well used) butt.  Still, as Dad and I almost always cuddle at night, and as on this night he was on his back, well, with a little lube, a little precum and a little patience, his cock slid into me nice and slow.  I gritted my teeth a bit, wincing from the stinging sensation.  Sam, and his friends generally fucked me hard and hung me up wet, but I didn't care; I needed Dad’s bare cock. 
      I worked his cock slowly, ever so gradually lowering my ass onto his crotch, eventually reaching that happy moment when I could feel Dad's familiar, hairy sac, brushing against my ass cheeks.  I loved the sensation of his cock being fully lodged in my ass.  It was no less amazing he didn't awaken.  Still, it was now well past 3:00 AM, Dad's breathing was restful and calm, so I knew he was still asleep.  Sitting on his crotch, with his his fully engorged cum stick lodged inside my ass, I found myself remembering the first time Dad had fucked me.  
      I had just turned eighteen two weeks prior.  When I was too young to completely understand, my Mom died; Dad later told me she died of pancreatic cancer.  All I knew was one day Mom was there, and suddenly she wasn't, leaving Dad and I alone.  The funeral and burial completed, the funereal luncheon over, and now even her clothing donated to charity, Dad and I were left with each other.
      Any how, after Mom died, life slowly returned to normal.  Not surprisingly, I suppose, Dad and I grew very close.  Around the house Dad rarely wore clothes, and subsequently neither did I.  He never said nudity wasn’t normal so I never gave it a second thought.  As I got older it crossed my mind that our custom of stripping immediately upon getting behind the closed door of the house was perhaps not the usual practice of my friends' households, but I reasoned it was a matter of choice, and Dad and I had made the decision to make nudity a normal part of our life. 
      Dad and I had always been open and he shared everything with me, he never talked down to me, or lied, even when I asked questions about adults or sex or the body.  As I got into my teens I became a bit awkward around him even though I knew our home life wasn’t an abnormal thing.  Dad and I had the conversation and he told me what he thought was right but also said I’d eventually decide what I want and what is right for me.  The other thing we did that I didn’t see others do is we never closed doors, even when using the bathroom.  More than once at night, from my room, I could hear him moaning.  I always wanted to go to his room and see, but I never did.  About the time I found the internet, my hormones were raging, but while I had a pretty good idea what was going on with Dad, I pretended not to hear it.  
      The year I turned 18 my Dad planned a big birthday party for me and several of my friends and we had a great time.  As it got late, and everyone finally left, I immediately went to my room and got rid of my clothes.  I was bent over pulling off my shorts when my Dad entered my room.  He was already naked and, having had a beer or two, was relaxed.  We chatted about the party for a minute, but when I thought I noticed Dad checking out my body, I really didn’t give it a second thought - we had seen each other naked far to many times for his curiosity to mean anything.  
      “Thanks for the party today, Dad, it was great.”
      He smiled, replying “You’re really growing up to be a handsome young adult, Cody."
      I think I blushed a little, then he offered, “And … you’re welcome.”  With this he walked over, giving me a big hug and a kiss on my forehead.  I remember feeling like a kid again, warm and safe in his hug, but then it happened:  I felt my Dad’s cock rubbing against my stomach.  My cock awkwardly comes to life, but then Dad releases me and left the room.  My cock, however, continued to rise, thinking about Dad.
      I hit the lights and climbed into bed, of course being a late teenager, I immediately thought to jack off as I was horny as fuck.  As I reached for myself, however, it first occurred to me that, for the past several months, the thought of Dad's body had permanently worked itself into my 'jack off fantasies' with the result Dad had become a major part of what got me off.  He had become my entire world - and his cock had quite literally just been pressed against my body.  In fact I could actually still smell his scent.  I imagined his cock pressed against me again, my mind was racked with the thought of engaging with him in a full blown fuck session.  I wanted Dad, but honestly didn't know what to make of my yearnings.  
      So I lay in bed, beating my cock, imagining Dad's body and cock, trying to work myself to release, when suddenly I hear Dad moan.  Clearly Dad was also beating off, and, as I was more than curious, I made my first major decision as an 18 year old:  I was going to watch my Dad blow a load. 
      I soundlessly moved towards his bedroom with the intent of watching, making my way down the hallway, doing my best to be conscientious of my body and any noise it might make, doing my best impression of a cat.  Dropping to the floor, I crawled into Dad's room, knowing that, giving the position of his bed and the fact that the lights were off, I had a good chance of being able to crawl to the foot of his bed without Dad being aware of my presence.
      I really loved his bedroom as it bares the scent of his body, which left my heart pounding and my cock hard and leaking.
      'Fuck it,' I thought, 'I'm gonna jack off too.'
      At that point Dad moaned as he worked his rod.  Then, to my surprise, I distinctly heard him quietly grunt “Cody… Cod… oh fuckkkk … ohhh baby … ohhh baby boy … that’s it yeah.”
      I froze, asking myself 'Dad's calling my name?'  Did he hear or see me?  My cock felt too good, however to allow me to dwell on the question, and involuntarily I quietly moaned “Ahhhhhhhh.”
      At least I thought I had been quiet, but apparently not as I then felt a hand on my shoulder as my Dad gently said “Cod baby, you don’t have to hide.  You can come up here.  We’ve always been open with each other.  You don’t have to sneak around.  We can jack off together.”
      My eyes must have looked like those of a deer caught in the headlights of a car on a country road. 
      “Guilty," I muttered, not really knowing how to respond to him, followed by the croak "Okay", as I swallowed hard, my eyes completely trained on the shadow above me.  I could barely see him as I got to my feet, moving to the side of the bed.
      “Get under the covers with me, son,” Dad said as he pulled the sheets back.  I could just make out a shadowy naked form.  Still I looked down, trying to see his cock, only to realize my father was awaiting me.  “Come on boy," he urged.  Looking back at him, I climbed into bed as he turned on a side lamp, which gave a dim light, enough light, however, that I could now see his face.
      “Dad, ..." I stammered.
      “It’s okay, son.  I told you no secrets between us.  I love you.”
       “I love you too, Dad.”
      "And it looks like I’m not the only one who’s horny.”
      I blushed a bit, but smiled, a smile which Dad returned, which broke the tension of the moment. 
      “Dad … I … I’m just …."
      “You what, baby boy?  It's okay, it’s me.  We share everything.  You can tell me anything."
      “I love you!, no, I want you!” I blurted out, interrupting him.  There it was out in the open.  Then I immediately look away feeling awkward; Dad, however, took my chin in his hand, turning my face to his.
      “Dad .…”
      Dad placed his finger over my lips, “Shhhh…”, his eyes looking through me, then he looks down towards my cock.  Before I could think, he placed my left hand on his cock, and, taking my cock in his hand, we began slow-stroking each other, not speaking, but also not breaking eye contact.  I couldn't believe I was actually stroking another man's cock - in fact, my Father's cock.  For that matter his precum was slicking-up my hand.  Dad leaned in towards me, a broad smile on his face, our eyes trained on each other.  Dad’s face was now right against mine and he’s looking at me and my mouth and then my eyes, back and forth.  This was it, the first time I was jacking off with my father, when he suddenly presented me with another first:  without preamble, he presses his lips to mine and kissed me.  Not a kiss such as he had given me in the past, a fatherly peck, no, this was a lover’s kiss.  I did my best to match the intensity of his kiss, and as I did, his cock spurted a particularly generous quantity of precum.  
      After that Dad invited me to sleep with him every night.  It wasn’t long until I learned to suck and appreciate his big cock; my Dad, my boyfriend.  Dad said, “Once you become an adult you can decide for myself what you want Cod,” making it clear he trusted my judgment.  For me, I was sold:  this was what I had fantasized about, my first boyfriend – my own father.
      “Ahhhhhhhh……….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…,” a huge groan and exhalation.  Dad’s hands were now holding my thighs; I was riding my father’s cock.  He was, of course, fully awake.  At this point though I’m impaling myself on his cock, and as much as it stings, I really want his cum inside me – I’m working him hard to get it. 
      “Ohhhhh fuck boy ... ohhhhh fuck … you needed Daddy’s cock huh?”
      I let out a long moan, “Yeeeeeeeeess….”
      “Do it boy… ride Daddy’s big cock.”
      The sounds of sex in the room is obvious as we could both hear the sloshing sound of a raw cock fucking a cummy ass.
      “Is that cum in there, boy?”
      “Yes, Daddy,” I replied, trying to sound younger than my 22 years since I know it makes him a little crazy.
      “FUUUUCCCKKK that’s hot!” 
      Dad seems so horny, but he also seems completely happy to just lie here and let me do all the work for to get his spunk.  I start wondering if, having had a great deal of sex with Sam and his friends, I was HIV+, and then the thought also crossed my mind “If I’m positive from Sam having fucked me, will Sam also have converted Dad?
      "Ohhhhhh…. Ohhhhhh…. It feels so fucking good Dad."
      “Yeah boy… ride me… I’m getting close."
      I knew my Dad was about to cum inside my ass, if only because he never lasted long after he says the magic word 'close'.  The thought of Sam fucking me flashed through my mind, especially the several occasions where I begged him to fuck poz cum into me, which he was more than happy to do.  If I was now positive, what could I say?  I had asked him for his poz load far more than once.
      “Dad … I … I …., “  but the words weren't forth coming, which was fine anyhow, as my next (quite involuntary) utterance was “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck … Daaaaa…..” and my ass clamped down on his cock as a huge load comes flying out of the business end of my cock.  “Oh fuck…. Oh fuck…, “ as my orgasm racked my body. 
      “Cod! ... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
      Dad's cock was obviously releasing its pent up load.  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck Cod…. Ohhhhhhhhhh … Ohhhhhhhh.”  Our grunts, moans, and ragged breathing were heavy as our orgasms subsided, and we gradually came down from the release. 
      “That is so fucking hot,” I moaned between deep gasps. 
      “Yes it is baby boy … needed that so bad,” Dad gasped, adding "…and I’m soaked now.”  We both laughed.
      I climbed off his cock and lay down beside him, kissing Dad.  He leaned into me, squishing all of my cold, wet cum into my stomach.  I loved him so much, and couldn't think of the words to explain I might be infected, even if I knew Dad had always been there for me, and been open with me.  Still, I had to find the words.  “Did you have a good time with your friends last night?” I asked him.
      “Yeah it was good … this is better,” he replied as he kissed me.  “You?”
      "Same with me …, “ pausing, and adding "Dad, I’ve been having sex with .…”
      "It's okay, Cod, I’ve been having sex too.”
      “Sam?” I blurted out.
      “Yes," he answered, pausing, only to add, “Sam … how did you too connect?”
      “Uhmmm… well saw a message from him on your phone once, and then didn’t know it was him, but met him on BBRT and we started talking and well ... He’s fucked me a couple times.”
      There was an awkward pause, then he says, “Same with your old man, I guess.  I don’t ‘always’ go jogging.”
      A laugh escaped us both, giving me the courage to say “Haha… uhmm yeah … figured.  Dad it’s just that … well, I’ve been fucking bareback.“
      Another pause.  “Me too, baby boy… always hated condoms.  I got tested last week.”
      “You did… what did…?”
      “Negative.“
      I looked at him, paused, ran the thoughts through my mind and resume saying “I haven’t actually tested poz … so who says I am until they tell me otherwise?”
      Then Dad piped in, suggesting "Why don’t we go this week?  We can get tested together.”
      “But you just ….”
      “Doesn’t matter.  Besides, the guy that works there.…”
      "Oh, I know.  You mean 'Chris'."
      "Yeah… how did you?”
      "Fuckbud brought him over once. He’s hot.”
      "Yeah he is ... anyways, not that you’re positive, but you can see how easy it is to test, and maybe it’ll put your mind at rest.”
      “Yeah … uhmmm… okay” was my only reply.
      The day went by and Dad and I spend it together.  Then next morning Dad was out for a jog when it hit me "I bet Sam is fucking him right now.”  Part of me was jealous.  I was really horny, so I decided to find out.
      Me: I’m horny
      Sam: Me too
      Sam: Busy today though
      Me: Breeding my Dad?
      Sam: Maybe: P
      Me: Fuck!  I want
      Sam: What do you want?
      Me: + cum
      Sam: Dirty boy
      Sam: Jake asked if he can text you, gave him your #, hope that’s ok
      Me: That guy you told me about before?  That’s cool, can I have his # too?
      Sam: Yeah I’ll send it, one sec
      Sam sends me Jake’s # and I decide to message him instead of waiting when literally a message from an unknown contact appears on my phone.
      Jake: Hey this is Jake, … Sam gave me #, hope it’s cool to message you
      Me: That’s weird
      Me: I was just going to text you lol
      Jake: LOL 
      Me: Yeah it’s cool … Sam told me he gave you my #
      Jake: He talk about me?
      Me: A little lol
      Jake: Oh really?  What’d he say?
      Me: Nm … just said you guys had some group fun
      Jake: Yeah we did … that it?
      Me: He said you’re HIV+ … prob from that night
      Jake: Yep I’m poz
      Jake: About a month now
      Me: Hope its ok he told me that … don’t wanna seem nosey
      Jake: Its cool
      Me: So you got it from him?
      Jake: Always bb’d here
      Jake: We think his hot friend Sergei is the one that actually gave it to me
      Me: How do you know that?
      Jake: I’m horned.  Can we get together?  Horny?
      Me: LOL… always
      Me: Yeah that’s cool
      Jake: HOT (includes a pic of his cock)
      Me: Damn… that’s a hot cock! 
      Jake: And it’s poz … sure it’s ok?
      Me: Hell, yeah
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      Jake:
      Cody gave  me his address and I told him I was immediately heading out to his place.  The thought that we were both HIV+ left my cock leaking.  But then he'll confirm as much at some point when he gets tested.  I intended to make him beg me for poz cock and then when he does test poz, we’ll hopefully discuss it, and I’ll let him know he got it from me.  The thought of watching him fuck and breed a few guys before he got tested, just so he could still claim to be neg, was perversely exciting, especially knowing when he finally learns he had converted, he might get weird about being poz and fucking raw.  Or even worse, he might go on meds right away.  Personally I didn't intend to take any meds until I had to.  I wanted to share the bug with as many guys as I could. 
      On the drive to Cody’s house the thought of Chris, the hot guy at the testing center crossed my mind, specifically the way he flirted with all the guys there.  Was he truly an incorrigible flirt, or was he actually poz, and using his job as a way into other guys' pants?  Or perhaps, was he still neg and chasing the bug? 
      I decided I would just have to find out.

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