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Part 13 - December 2017

 

Byron got out of bed and finished packing his clothes, he was checking out today and had a couple of weeks off. The show in the west end had been extended by a couple of months until February 2018, after that he would be heading off to New York to begin rehearsals to star along side Patti Lu Pone. With Kurt now on the doorstep and available they had enjoyed some incredibly hot sex. Sam would fly home whenever he had the chance and join them. Thankfully his tour was coming to an end in January and he had been asked to teach ballet and modern dance at a London dance school. The biggest shock in early December was Marcus quitting the dance group to settle down in NY with Tyler. Thanks to Byron Tyler had found love with Marcus, he also asked the producers of the show in Broadway to hire Tyler as dance captain and in turn Marcus was hired as a dancer.

Kurt came out of the shower and kissed Byron "Going to miss having my bitch around" he said.
Byron chuckled "Going to be quiet in Malvern without you sticking your cock in me constantly" he replied.
Kurt smiled "You know I fancied you the first day I saw you at that audition" he confessed to Byron.
"I know, why do you think I avoided you?" Byron said with his arms wrapped around him.
Kurt laughed "Yeah you did but I knew I would get you".

Byron no longer felt any anger towards Kurt, in fact he had sort of freed both Sam and he to enjoy some very uncomplicated sex. Mind you he really did love it when Sam and he would be in bed with Kurt and enjoy sex all night long. Byron was developing more muscle since he worked out with Kurt every day. Stefan's visits would halt sexual proceedings for a couple of days, although Byron knew when they met up again he would always be in for a rough going over. Stefan was in awe of Kurt's presence and body. Kurt laughed his socks off finding out about their relationship at first but seeing them together he got it and saw how much of a bond they had without sex being involved. Stefan was having sex with a couple of girls from Malvern but keeping things very distant, the moment they got clingy he dropped them. He was beginning to find more and more that sex was getting boring with the same girls, they just wanted to lay there and well, get laid.

Darren sat in the park across from the Flowers estate reading one of the national papers and the article they had done about the gay west end star Byron Hillier. Inside the paper he opened the magazine he brought that had Byron as number 12 in the hottest men of 2017. The picture showed Byron's body, to Darren he looked perfect and had grown into a very sexy strong man. He looked up hearing voices making sure it was none of his friends, he didn't want to get caught reading a gay magazine [banned word] over a picture of a half naked man. Looking back at the picture he knew what it felt like having this man fuck you, well rape you. He wiped his eyes and continued reading, there was no mention of a boyfriend just a guy seen dancing with him years back known as Sam now a renowned ballet and modern dancer. He wondered if they were involved being the same age, similar builds and they went to dance school together. The more he looked at Sam's picture the harder he got. He rolled the magazine up and put it in his jacket before heading home with the paper for his parents. His home life was still hard, his parents showed less interest in him the older he got, no matter what he did he could never impress them. He spent many hours in his room working with his weights, he was desperate to build muscle definition like Byron and it was slowly paying off. Darren had worked on a building site during the summer carrying bricks around but quit when the weather turned since he kept coming down with colds.

Kurt and Byron said good bye in the suite letting him leave first. Byron sat on the bed waiting for 15 minutes before he checked out so not to arouse to much suspicion. The worst part of staying in a hotel in the west end was it being full of theatre lovers who sat around star spotting in the coffee lounge. Byron called down for his car which was provided by contract that Louise had helped negotiate for him. He was now with one of the best talent agencies thanks to Louise and Mountview Academy. Several agencies were bidding to get Byron since he had a string of stars wanting to work with him now.

This was only the second time he was using the car, the driver allocated to him was called Tom who came from Hounslow. Tom was nearly six foot and six pack, he was a 32 year old self confessed fitness freak who had no time for relationships and loved his life of working out and driving his BMW. Byron didn't know a lot about Tom to start with, he had a close cropped strawberry blond designer beard and hair. He was obviously someone who cared about his appearance. When Byron walked down to reception Tom was standing outside by the car cutting a fine figure of a man he thought. Byron was still horned up even after spending most of the night riding Kurt, that was the only down side with Kurt, a total top that never ever bottomed.

"Good Morning Byron" Tom walked over smiling.
"Tom, good morning" Byron replied trying to keep himself in check, undeniably Tom did it for Byron in a big way.
Tom put his case in the boot of the car "Malvern isn't it?" he asked opening the door for Byron.
Byron nodded "Yes, home at last" he said getting in relieved he hadn't been spotted.
Tom leaned in "Mind if I take my jacket off as it is a long ride?" he asked.
Byron shook his had "Of course you can, and don't stand on ceremony with me" he laughed.

It paid off as Tom gave him a cheeky grin then took his jacket off. Byron watched he could see the light covering of  hairs on his arms that looked thick and solid. He could make out through the white shirt the muscle and tattoos that ran down both of his arms. Fuck Byron thought to himself what I could do to him. He settled back for the journey and began to strike up a friendship with Tom. They stopped halfway to grab coffee and take a 10 minute breather.

Sitting in the motorway service station Tom looked at Byron "Your show is going really well I see" he said sipping his coffee.
Byron smiled "Yes, I wouldn't have minded if they extended it but I have to be in New York late March" he replied.
"Wish I had got a ticket to come and see you strut your stuff" Tom said chuckling and putting his cup down.
Byron laughed "I can always get you a ticket if you want really do want to see me strutting on stage" he said smiling.
Tom sat back in the chair and looked at Byron cheekily "Well I need to see what your all about so yes please" he replied.

Byron said he would sort something out and let him know the date. He sat there for a moment trying to work out if Tom was bordering on flirting, coming back to his senses he stood up when Tom finished his coffee and they set off again. By the time they neared Malvern Byron knew a lot more about each other, Tom obliviously knew Byron was gay. What he didn't know was he had the hots for Byron but he never asked about Byron's private life. Byron never once asked him about relationships and thought it was up to Tom to talk about it and not for him to pry. They parked on the driveway of his parents home, whishing each other a merry Christmas and confirming the date to go back.

Within the hour Stefan turned up and joined them for dinner. Byron's parents still found their relationship a little strange but they loved Stefan and much as Stefan's parents loved Byron. Byron stayed at this parents for Christmas then Boxing day Stefan arrived and took Byron back to his family home. The afternoon they ran along the Malvern hills and stopped at the bench overlooking the town for a few minutes before slowly making their way back. During their run Stefan spoke about his sexual encounters, Byron could make out in his voice that he showed no emotion about them and almost talking as if he was just passing the time of day. Stefan sat on the toilet drying himself chatting to Byron and watching him shower, they had a an hour or so before dinner and were taking their time.

"You have to stop" Stefan said nodding to Byron.
Byron rubbed the soap in his hands "Stop what?" he asked looking confusingly at him.
"Going to the gym with Kurt, your getting bigger than me" Stefan said smiling and standing up.
Byron could see the temptation in his eyes and held the soap out "Want to wash me?" he quietly asked.

Stefan looked and took the soap stepping back in to the shower. Delicately and with tenderness he slowly washed every inch of Byron, spending more time washing his ass and down towards his balls. He was strangely even more turned on than he had ever been with Byron. He loved touching every part of Byron's body, well almost every part. Turning Byron round slowly to face him he lathered up his hands and rubbed them over Byron's chest and under his arms. Byron giggled and Stefan smiled at him and leaning forward they tenderly kissed on the lips lightly. Gradually increasing the pressure his body raised up a little feeling Byron touching and holding him around the waist. Louise stood at the bathroom door and smiled and called out that dinner would be ready in 10 minutes. Quickly Stefan turned but thankfully his mother was not visible. They had no idea what happened to that hour as they stood lost in each other. Both dried and dressed quickly they headed downstairs to the dining room. Stefan was feeling a little cautious, he didn't know if his mother had seen them in the shower. Louise nodded for them to sit down and she placed boiled potatoes to go with the cold meat selection on the table. All through dinner Byron couldn't help thinking that somehow something was very different in the way Stefan touched his body in the shower, slowly he was beginning to explore more of Byron.

The evening Stefan was getting bored and told Byron and his mother off as they were on the laptop reading all the reviews and internet searching each other. Louise closed the laptop and they re-joined Matthew and Stefan before heading up to bed. Byron undressed quickly then went to the bathroom to clean his teeth, Stefan stood by his side naked cleaning his teeth. Byron disappeared back to the bedroom first and climbed in to bed, the room only dimly lit from one bedside lamp. Outside he could hear a dog barking down the street before it went quiet. Stefan turned off the bathroom light and climbed in to bed. He leaned over Byron to turn the bedside light off. Byron stroked Stefan's back who looked down at him and quickly kissed him. Stefan reached over further his body almost laying on top of Byron's, the room went dark. Byron suddenly felt the weight of Stefan's body shifting, this time he wasn't moving away, he was moving further on to top of Byron. As strange as it felt Stefan worked his legs pushing Byron's open, Stefan could feel Byron's arousal against his own cock, he was finding it strangely exciting. His body laying on top of Byron, his mouth easily seeking Byron's as they kissed slowly, tenderly and with much love. Their arms around each other it was by far the closest and most intimate Byron had ever got with Stefan. Stefan rested his head on the pillow, facing Byron his body tingling at Byron's touch as he gently stroked his back. Neither of them spoke and just laid in each others arms enjoying the feeling of their bodies being close. Stefan had never felt such feelings with a woman, he had no idea why he felt the need to be close to Byron. It was a love born out of friendship, a love Stefan could not fight no matter how straight he thought he was. Byron got him, he understood Stefan in so many ways, on the surface and deep inside. They kept no secrets. Stefan kissed Byron on the cheek and sighed, he knew he was never going to find this kind of love with anyone else. He slowly ran his hand along Byron's arm and caressed his neck, he knew that was Byron's weak spot and loved it when he moaned and rolled his head.

"Stop it" Byron giggled tightening his hold on Stefan and kissing him.
Stefan smiled to himself "I know you way to well Byron" he whispered quietly his eyes welling up.
Byron turned his head to face him "Weirdos the both of us" he said stroking Stefan's face.
Byron rubbed his fingers together "Are you crying" he asked running his finger over Stefan's face again.
"Tears of weird happiness" Stefan croaked then cleared his throat "Don't know what's come over me".
Byron kissed him gently "I love you so much Stefan" he said he could see Stefan's eyes looking at him.
"Marry me then" Stefan asked quietly.
Byron seemed to know that this time Stefan was being serious "In a year" he replied.
Stefan leaned up "What do you mean?" he asked.
"If you still feel the same this time next year when I return from New York" Bryon said "Ask me then".
Stefan leaned over and kissed him "I will expect you to say yes" he said looking at him.
Byron nodded "Then you have my word" he replied.

Stefan slipped off of Byron and cuddled up next to him. Byron looked in to the darkness realising he had committed himself to Stefan, he turned and kissed Stefan on the head who was already nearly asleep.

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Like your other stories this is had me hooked from the beginning. Those characters feel like good friends I know for a long time.

 

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Part 14 - June 2018

 

Byron was mid way through the new show on Broadway which had been a slow burn at first but as soon as word got out ticket sales went through the roof securing a run until June 2019. Byron was offered a generous salary to stay on in the show after December. He was torn, it would mean spending another six months in New York as he wasn't sure if that is what he wanted. He loved doing the show since, with only one number to sing it was mostly playing to his dance strength. The one thing he did love about being back here was Tyler and Marcus, he enjoyed many nights with them both, as friends and fuck buddies. Marcus and Tyler had gone in to a closed relationship, Byron was the only exception to this rule. Stefan flew out to New York for a weekend every month, his string of girls was getting shorter and he was finding it less interesting. He was doing well working in the family business, thankfully he could get cheap flights to New York. He reminded Byron of this fact and that he would support and visit him if he did extend in to 2019.

Sam was busy at the London School of Dance teaching the new generation of dancers and totally loving it. He was looking forward to the next couple of weeks as his ticket was booked to New York and finally would get to see Byron in action on Broadway. His weekends were spent in Surrey with his parents or in London under Kurt. Kurt had settled in to British life for the time being and had a few profiles on hook up sites. He found his phoned constantly alerting him to guys within his radius, when he looked he found most of them to be fairly camp twinks or overly skinny dancers. None of them compared to Sam or Byron, but it wasn't a big deal for him since most evenings he was on stage. Kurt was not a lover and just wanted a hole to poke and breed, relationship was the last thing he wanted being to self involved getting his own enjoyment.

Darren was getting over another cold and was feeling a little down, he wandered out across to the park avoiding his mates taunting kids on the estate. Walking through the town he found himself at the train station and brought a cheap day return to London, he thought it might cheer himself up a bit. Sitting in carriage it was pretty empty apart from two guys sat behind him, they hadn't noticed Darren there and were chatting about a hook up site and some of the guys. Had him, boring one of them said and they giggled. He looked out the window as the train sped along, taking out his phone he opened the app store and searched coming across a dubious looking one with a black and yellow logo. The name seemed to match what the two guys were talking about and it was free, he hit the download button and waited. Unsure what he was doing he stared at it watching the blue circle slowly appearing until he saw the word 'open' appear. He held his finger above but quickly closed his phone realising it showed distance. The train pulled in to the station and Darren got off heading down to the tube station to get in to central London. He had only been here a few times in his life and this was the first time on his own. He choose Leicester Square and headed up the escalator coming out in to the bustling street. He spent hours just wandering around enjoying the sights and sounds, turning left he walked up a side street and came out on to a road lined with theatres. On one building he saw a sign Shaftesbury Avenue. Immediately he thought of Byron knowing this was where he had performed. As he passed each theatre he read the billboards carefully wondering if Byron was still in one of the shows here.

Sam finished his meeting with the dance captain arranging for them to come to the school and perform a little piece for his students. He could have approached Kurt but he was astute enough to know not to mix things up with his private life. Sam put his ruck sack over his shoulder and headed out of the theatre's foyer past the crowd buying tickets. He stood on the pavement answering a text message under the canopy when his eye was caught by the solitary young guy reading the billboard. Sam smiled and went back to finishing his text to Byron glancing up at the guy, he had tattoos on both arms and pretty well built and certainly not bad attractive wise, the sporadic nature of his tattoos indicated he was rough trade and probably from one of the dodgy estates in London. Darren finished reading and turned watching the guy standing outside the theatre texting. Something looked familiar about him, Darren racked his brains but couldn't place him. He looked to be the same age as him. Darren picked a leaflet up from the rack outside the theatre and walked along the pavement passing him. Darren stopped to look at the billboard further along and saw the reflection of the guy clearly looking in his direction before returning his attention to his phone.

Sam was in two minds to try and take a photo of the guy he found so sexually intriguing. He chuckled to himself putting his phone away and crossing the road, he had one more appointment to hit then he would grab a coffee. Darren continued walking along the road a few hundred meters before crossing over and walking back, by now he was thirsty and waked in to Costa standing back from the line he checked how much change he had on him. He couldn't believe how much dearer a coffee cost in London compared to Malvern. The server asked if she could help Darren just as Sam walked in an stood behind him, he didn't recognise him a first until he saw the tattoos on his arm.

"It's okay you go ahead" Darren said turning to face Sam.
There eyes met briefly "Are you sure?" Sam asked his mouth going dry all of a sudden.
"Yeah" Darren replied fixated on Sam's muscles "Don't think I can afford coffees in London" he said moving aside.
Sam felt a little sorry but also sexually turned on "What do you want?" he asked nodding to the board.
Darren stood looking at him "I don't need charity" he replied putting his guard up.
Sam shrugged his shoulders "Suit yourself, I was only being nice, you just look a little lost" he said.
"Does it show I am from out of town then?" Darren replied relaxing a little at how nice this guy was to him.
Sam chuckled "A little" he said ordering a skinny latte to go "Well can I buy you a coffee?" he asked.
Darren nodded shyly "Latte please" he said watching the movement of the sexy body in front of him at the counter.
Sam was lost for words and stood at the counter with Darren waiting "You here for the day?" he asked.
"Yeah, just decided to come in and see the city" he replied "No idea where I am going though" he admitted.
Sam smiled "Well this is the west end or theatre district. You interested in shows?" he asked.
Darren shrugged his shoulders "Kind of, but can't afford those prices, fucking expensive" he said.
Sam laughed "Yup, it's not cheap" he agreed "The bigger the show and stars the more you pay" he informed Darren.
"Ah okay, sort of figures" Darren replied taking his coffee from Sam "thank you for this" he said feeling embarrassed.
Sam looked at him "No problem, I'm Sam by the way" he said holding his hand out.
Darren freely smiled for the first time warming to this person "Darren" he replied shaking his hand loving the touch.
"Sorry wish I could chat more but I have a class to teach this afternoon" Sam said picking his ruck sack up.
Darren walked out of the coffee shop with Sam "Thanks again Sam" Darren said.
Sam walked a few steps before turning around "Here, my number text me if you come in to town again".
Darren took the number hesitantly "I... thanks, I mean for being nice" he said unable to look at Sam as his desire to want to kiss a man was bearing on him.
Sam noticed the hook up app on Darren's phone 'Keep in touch Darren, I would happy to show you around".

Darren nodded and promised he would. They shook hands again only this time Sam lingered a little longer cautiously and Darren held on to his hand until they finished talking. Darren headed back to the tube station and took the train home. It was late afternoon when he got back home and his parents were out. Getting undressed he laid on his bed, his hand wondering to his cock and thinking about Sam he began to wank. The sexiness of his body and they way he shook hands with him and his adorable facial hair, Darren could see him clearly and closed his eyes as his hips bucked shooting his load across his chest and unable to stop himself rubbing his cock and beating a second load out as quickly as the first. Not matter how many times he masturbated over Sam he never realised he had a picture of him in his bedside table standing next to Byron.

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Part 15 - December 2018

 

The second week of December was cold and the crisp morning frost glistened across the fields of Malvern. Inside he had never felt better although the freezing temperatures were biting through his coat as he made his way to the clinic. Stepping inside he was hoping for good news for once and Darren took a seat Dr. Edwards consulting room. After the pleasantries were out of the way he breathed a sigh of relief hearing the news that his hiv was under control. Besides this he was feeling healthier, he had given up drugs and was going to a free gym and getting fit. It had been a long struggle since his return from that June day out in London. His illnesses had gotten more frequent and couldn't bring himself to visit London again or text Sam. But he was now on the mend and so far he had gone three weeks without contracting anything. The headaches and nausea had also gone from taking the medication. He had found a job vacancy in a London theatre as a stage hand and applied for the job. He was invited to interview for the position although it didn't pay much it was a job and it had prospects. The worrying thing was if he could afford to live there if he got the job, he had already started looking for flat or house shares and working out how much he would have spare for food and other things. He walked out of the surgery and headed in to town. Having a bit of money from his benefits he was going to buy a shirt for his interview next week. He looked at his phone and found Sam's number and sent a text to him apologising for not being in touch and that he would like to meet him. Unsure weather Sam would reply or even want to meet him, he finished by texting that he owed Sam a coffee. Sam finished unpacking the last box and sat down, relieved he had finally got his new flat sorted out. It was the first time he had managed to buy a property outright thanks to his appearances in some shows during the year whilst teaching. His new flat overlooking Chelsea Harbour was miles away from the one he shared with Byron near Mountview in south London. His phone pinged somewhere and he began lifting cushions trying to find it. The smile on his face said it all when he saw a message from Darren, he had almost forgotten about him having not heard from him since June. Several texts later and Darren explained he was coming for an interview at one of the theatres. Sam knew the production crew but hesitated contacting them since he didn't know how Darren would take it if he found out.

Byron rolled over in his sleep and started to wake, he sat up looking at Stefan with happiness at being back sleeping with him in familiar surroundings. Stefan still sleepy raised his hand and pulled Byron back down in to his arms and circling them firmly around Byron's body. The love between them only got stronger as the months went by, he didn't care if Stefan slept with women as long as he was the one who got in to bed with him at the end of the day. It had crossed Byron's mind that Stefan may have forgotten about their conversation a year earlier where he promised himself to Stefan in one years time if he still felt the same way. Stefan on the other hand had not forgotten and was biding his time until Byron was back in bed with him in Malvern.

Stefan turned on his side facing Byron "You owe me an answer" he quietly said reminding Byron.
Byson ran his fingers down Stefan's back "I thought you had forgotten" he said.
"Don't be silly Byron" Stefan chuckled "But you do owe me an answer" he said leaning up.
Byron rolled on to his back "No I don't" he said yawning.
Stefan leaned up "Oh, do you not love me anymore?" he asked in a mocking voice.
Byron turned his head looking up Stefan "Nah" he replied jokingly and leaning up kissing him passionately.
Stefan laid back down smiling "So are you finally mine?" he asked.
Byron chuckled "I have always been yours Stefan and you knew it" he leaned over and kissed Stefan's chest.

Stefan ran his hand through Byron's hair and slowly pushed his head down further, he half expected Byron to resist initially. Byron just looked up at Stefan and kissed his abdomen, Stefan's hand guiding him lower until he began kissing the hardening shaft of Stefan's cock. Byron tenderly progressed not being to eager but allowing Stefan to guide him purposefully and dictate what he wanted, 'I won't last' Stefan muttered in between short gasps 'take it' he whispered. Byron's tongue circled around the tip of his foreskin just covering the head of Stefan's cock, his lips moved around the head pushing the foreskin back he got his first real taste of Stefan. Instantly his cock hardened fully, it was hefty and thick taking Byron by surprise. Slowly he worked Stefan's cock with very little pressure, just enough to tease and cause Stefan to push his hips up several times whispering Byron's name. Byron sunk his mouth lower taking more cock in his mouth until the sheer hardness met the back of his throat causing him to splutter and cough. Stefan gasped and pushed his hips up 'fuck' he cried releasing his load in quick jerks filling Byron's mouth. Instantly Byron thought about kissing Stefan but swallowed instead thinking that might not be a good idea. His moans continued as Byron gently sucked his cock which showed no signs of softening. He kissed Stefan's cock raising his head he looked at Stefan's cheeky grin, Byron had never loved him more than he did right now. Stefan pulled Byron up until he was laying on to of him, his arms holding Byron close. In one quick five minutes a lot of questions were answered since Stefan had wondered if it was any different being with a man and the answer was in his arms.

Byron studied him carefully concerned by the look on his face "Are you okay Stefan?" he asked.
Stefan smiled "I have never cum that quickly" he replied stroking Byron's back.
Stefan went silent for what seemed an age "So why did you?" Byron eventually asked curiously.
"Because it was you" Stefan replied "somehow it felt strange knowing it was you, weirdly nice".
Byron looked down at him "You really were serious last year then?" he asked.
Stefan nodded and grinned "I want to spend my life with you Byron, so yes totally serious".
"Fuck" Byron said and sighed "I got to marry you then" he leaned down and kissed Stefan.

Stefan leaned over and pulled some papers from under the bed and showed Byron, it was a house in Oxford that he had waited off signing on until Byron was with him. He sat reading through the details of the four bedroom detached property on an exclusive gated estate on the outskirts of Oxford. Stefan looked at Byron and asked if he wanted to drive down and look at it. Byron had one last look around at the house whilst Stefan waited for him downstairs in the kitchen.

"Well?" Stefan asked "Do you like it?" he asked "Will you move in with me?" he kept throwing questions at Byron.
"Slow down" Byron replied laughing "Yes to all" he said seeing a relieved look on Stefan's face.

The third week of December leading up to Christmas brought a few snow showers, Darren stood waiting at the tube station nearly fifteen minutes earl. He was nervous waiting for Sam and apprehensively picked up one of the free magazines to read. He managed to turn one page before Sam appeared from the ticket barrier and smiled at Darren holding his hand out.

"Your early" Darren said almost gushing with relief seeing Sam who looked just as sexy as he remembered.
Sam smiled "So are you!" he said as they walked off towards the coffee shop.
"What time is the interview you have?" Sam asked sitting down at a table.
"11.45, really nervous though it is a big change for me" Darren replied holding his cup to warm his hands.
Sam looked at him "Why this, I mean why in London?" he asked.
Darren shrugged his shoulders "I have no life back at home, I need a clean start" he admitted to Sam.
Sam nodded "I'm sure you will have what it takes, just be confident but not cocky in the interview" he said.
"Thanks" Darren said "Finding somewhere to live if I get the job is a challenge, it is so expensive".
"Concentrate on the job first" Same advised him.

Sam had a spare bedroom in his new flat, several times it had crossed his mind to offer it to Darren but he needed to know more about him before he took that step. Sam walked with Darren to the theatre and insisted on waiting for him. The production manager noticed Sam waiting with Darren when she called him in dead on 11.45. The interview was quick, to Darren it looked like she was just assessing his nature rather than if he had any experience. He tried to be confident and for the most part succeeded, he found himself casually chatting with the production manager rather than interviewing. Darren explained he would need to find a place to lie if he was given the opportunity but could start as soon as they needed him. She stood up and shook hands with him as the interview came to an end. Darren was told he would hear later today. Escorting Darren out she nodded to Sam and went back to her office.

Sam took Darren to lunch who protested saying he was in even more debt to him but he just couldn't say no to him, outwardly he showed no signs of being gay. But then Darren didn't either it was only when Sam caught that glimpse of the hook up app he knew. Darren was finding it hard not to look and stare at Sam whenever he spoke. He loved the way his mouth moved and his lips he thought, he was interrupted receiving a text message. He looked at the message for several minutes then looked up Sam 'I got the job' he said. Sam moved in and hugged Darren, it felt weird having a another guy hugging him like that, he couldn't deny that it felt nice and incredibly sexy at the same time.

"What else did they say?" Sam asked smiling at Darren.
Darren fumbled with this phone "They want me to start at the end of January".
"Gives you time to find somewhere to live" Sam said and saw the look on Darren's face.
"Shit yes" Darren said and looked up "Sorry I didn't mean to swear" he apologised.
Sam laughed "Why are you apologising to me?" he asked.
Darren looked at him "Felt right to" he replied "you know you being brought up better than me".
This made Sam feel a little awkward "I like you for you Darren don't put on any pretence for me" he said.
"You hardly know me though" Darren said thinking how strange he was behaving.
Sam smiled "I would like to get to know you, the real Darren" he said in anticipation.
"Why?" Darren replied looking confused "I have nothing to offer anyone, just my problems" he replied.
Sam touched Darren's arm "You only have problems if you hang on to them Darren" he said using kind words.
Darren smiled "Good thing I like you other wise I would punch your lights out for being so smart" he said grinning.
Sam knew he was joking and laughed "I could take you down any day" he said staring at Darren.
Darren tried to look mean but burst out laughing "You really know how to cheer me up" he said smiling.
"How about we go watch a show?" Sam suggested "I can get free tickets" he said before Darren could speak.
Darren looked at the time "I should get the train home but thank you" he replied.
"Do you have to be somewhere then?" Sam asked feeling let down.
Darren looked at his glass of water contemplating "No but it is getting late" he said.
"Stay" Sam blurted out "I mean you can stay with me" he looked up "I have a spare bedroom" he said.
Darren laughed "Your all fucked up what are you trying to say?" he asked.
Sam smiled from panic wanting him to stay "I have a spare room if you want to stay the night" he finally said.
Darren looked down twiddling his thumbs "I don't know" he replied shyly.

One thing Sam hated was awkward situations around people, normally he would go straight for the sex part with no chit chat or getting to know them. Awkward as this was he also found it quite intriguing, not a challenge by any standard but he liked Darren the raw edginess that he exuded made him perfect in his eyes. Sam was no fool and guessed that Darren may not be as comfortable or out with his sexuality, there was definitely something hidden underneath that exterior. Darren sipped his water trying to avert Sam's gaze as much as possible, his head conflicted but he couldn't deny the attraction he had to Sam. He just wished he knew if Sam felt the same towards him which would make it easier.

Darren made eye contact "If I do stay your not going to try anything are you?" he nervously asked.
Sam studied him for a moment "Do you want me to?" he replied.
Darren looked shocked at Sam for a moment unexpecting him to say that "Fuck!" he found himself blurting out.
"Sorry" Sam quickly said back tracking "I didn't mean to imply anything" he stated anxiously.
Darren could see the dread in Sam's face "Maybe I liked the implication" he said staring at Sam.
Sam looked carefully at him "Have you done this before? Sam asked him.
"No, well once but it..." Darren stopped and stood up panicking "I'm sorry" he grabbed his coat.
Sam stopped Darren "Wait" he said holding his arm "if you just want to talk that is fine".
Darren hesitated a moment and never expecting anyone to want to stop him leaving "Okay" he agreed.
"It is the weekend, stay as long as you like" Sam said "I can show you London if you like" he offered.

Sam made it clear that he could stay in his spare bedroom, Darren couldn't and didn't want to fight it off and agreed. Sam smiled seeing the look on Darren's face as they waited to exit the theatre. It had been the first time he watched a proper full on musical stage production, he was humming Defying Gravity all the way out of the theatre. What he loved most was how close the seats were to the stage and the recognition Sam got from four of the cast members when they saw him sat there. One of them even winked at Darren. He quickly ran through the programme in his hand and saw the ensemble member as Kurt, an American Broadway dancer who had a massive list of credits to his name. During the interval Darren kept reeling off that Kurt had worked with some of the biggest pop stars. It was gone midnight by the time they arrived in Chelsea and walked the off the Kings Road to Sam's flat. Darren had never felt so nervous or unsure of himself let alone of Sam.

"Make yourself at home" Sam said closing the door and showing Darren the spare bedroom.
He took his coat off and put it on the chair then walked in to the kitchen diner "Thank you" he said.
Sam looked and smiled "I like lemon and ginger herbal tea to relax, can I tempt you?" he asked.
Darren nodded "Never had it but I will try it" he replied watching Sam switching the kettle on.
Sam took Darren to the lounge "Sit down. I'm just going to change out of these clothes".

Sam disappeared in to his bedroom and stripped naked putting on his gym shorts and laving his white ankle socks on, he didn't even think twice as this was how he dressed in his home. Darren was taken by surprise when Sam walked through the lounge mostly naked except for the shorts and socks. His eyes instantly taken to the smooth and muscular firmness of Sam's body, and those legs looked amazing he thought before realising how overdressed he was in comparison. He could hear Sam in the kitchen getting the mugs ready before he reappeared in the lounge.

"Won't be long" Sam said casually noticing Darren's look "sorry should I put more clothes on?" he asked.
Darren shook his head "No" he said quietly "but I feel overdressed" he replied nervously.
Sam disappeared and retuned with a pair of shorts "These okay?" he asked handing them to Darren.

Sam went to finish making the tea whilst Darren stripped off naked and put the shorts on, caught by his own surprise of getting an erection putting Sam's shorts on he sat on the bed for a few minutes catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. By comparison his body was getting fitter but nothing like Sam's, his tattoos randomly spread across his chest and arms gave him a some self doubt. Wearing his socks and Sam's shorts he walked back in to the lounge just when Sam put the mugs on the coffee table. Part of him was yearning for Sam's approval, he shook himself out of it wondering what the hell he was thinking before realising Sam was standing in front of him.

"I didn't realise you had so many tattoos" Sam said looking at Darren's chest.
Darren stood there feeling Sam's hand going over each tattoos "Are they horrible?" he asked tingling at Sam's touch.
Sam smiled and removed his hand "No not at all" he said sitting down on the sofa.
He felt left out in the cold wanting Sam to touch him again "Smells weird" Darren said smelling his herbal tea.
Sam chuckled seeing the programme open on Kurt's picture "He took a shine to you" Sam said.
Darren looked at the picture "That's silly" he said.
"Kurt is gay and I saw him wink at you" Sam replied looking to gauge the reaction.
Darren didn't say anything but looked at the picture "Dangerous person though" Sam said breaking the silence.
"How do you mean?" Darren asked inquisitively.
"He has hiv and likes knocking guys up" Sam replied looking at Darren.
Darren looked shocked "How do you know that?" he asked trying to control his emotion.
Sam put his mug down on the table "He fucked me at a rehearsal once" he confessed "I didn't stop him and couldn't stop him. I enjoyed it to much".
Darren saw a tinge of sadness in Sam's eyes "I'm sorry" he said not really knowing what to say "You are gay?".
Sam smiled "Yes, promise me you won't let him get at you" he said patting Darren's leg.
Darren wiped his watering eyes "To late for that" he said timidly.

Sam looked at the Darren who seemed so far away lost in thought, cautiously he put his arm around Darren and cuddled him. For the first time Darren felt safe and opened up explaining everything to Sam, he left a few bits out including the identity of the person. Sam listened intently, not quite sure what to make of it knowing there was a bully and aggressive person sat in front of him. But he was captivated and wanted him, Darren was no ordinary closet case, he had an allure of a diamond in the rough that was fast stealing Sam's heart.

"Darren, I'm sorry" Sam said "I can understand why it happened, you can only push people so far".
Darren nodded "I never knew they held so much anger against me" he said "it was a real anger though".
"Do you feel the need to get back at them?" Sam asked him.
Darren shrugged his shoulders "I was stoned at the time then conflicted after..." he trailed off.
He looked at Sam with a tear running down his face "I found out last month I had it" he said looking frightened.
Sam hugged him tighter "It is scary Darren, trust me I know" he said comforting Darren.
"I had been getting ill frequently" Darren said "I went to the doctors and found out why".
Sam nodded "That's why I didn't hear from you?" he asked and Darren nodded again.
Darren looked at him "I would never have known you had it" he said "you look so normal".
Sam burst out laughing "Fucking cheek, normal?" he asked.
They laughed grappling with their hands until Darren got the better of Sam "Okay you win" Sam said laughing.
Sam took the mugs to the kitchen and returned looking at Darren "Bed time" he said.
Darren stood up nervously wanting Sam to ask him but it never happened "I had a great night" he said.

Sam smiled and ran his hand along Darren's arm over the tattoos he could feel Darren trembling. He had to know if Darren felt what he was feeling. Sam raised his head and found Darren staring at him, his eyes seem to tell him but also they showed someone who was scared. He held Darren and kissed him lightly on the mouth then hugged him for a moment waiting and hoping, there was no angry response more like one of relief. Sam moved away and offered his hand to Darren, without muttering a word Darren took it and Sam lead him to his bedroom. Darren visibly shook knowing that he was about to do what he had desperately wanted to but always afraid. Sam moved closer to Darren and gently held him allowing the nerves to subside a little. Darren was really struck by how fit the body was in front of him compared to his. The skin was soft and tight across the muscles, he spent ages touching Sam's arms and chest in silence and awe. Sam took Darren's hand and led him to the bed, he laid down on his back, both still wearing their shorts. He allowed Darren to continue exploring his body at his own pace, occasionally his hand would tenderly touch Darren's body, he loved the almost silent moans Darren would make as he knelt over him. Sam sat up and slowly caressed Darren's face looking in to each others eyes. Darren moved forward and kissed Sam on the lips, he felt Sam's facial hair touching his skin, his body alive with feelings and his cock already hard. The masturbation fantasies had become very real and very right. Darren felt himself falling forward as Sam laid back down, his body laying on Sam's. He didn't know how and when but his tongue was inside Sam's mouth and their lips were locked together, he was kissing Sam with mad passion drawn in by Sam's responsiveness.

Darren pulled away and kneeled looking at Sam touching his body "Your body is so fit" he said with shyness.
Sam kissed Darren's nipple making him giggle "You have a fine body too" he replied.
Sam sat up and held Darren kissing him lightly on the lips "Do you want me to guide you?" he asked.

Darren looked up starring again in Sam's eyes, their lips meeting again soft and tender. Sam slowly ran his hand around Darren's back and to his ass, taking his time allowing Darren to follow his lead. He kissed Darren on the neck and brought his hands around to the front brushing over the hardness of a substantial cock hidden away. Slowly he ran his hand over it, Darren moaned his body overtaken with the sensation of the kissing on his neck and someone touching his cock. He looked down to find Sam's fingers slipping the shorts down exposing his ass. Concerned if he should do them same to Sam his thoughts got interrupted by Sam slipping his hands around the back holding his ass cheeks firmly. Sam pulled Darren forward by his ass and rubbed his cock up against Darren's, he sought Sam's mouth and kissed him with more intensity, finding his feet he was beginning to respond to Sam with natural instinct. The bodies so close that Darren's began to push Sam on to his back, still kissing him he ground his cock harder against Sam's and lowered himself until he laid on top. A new sensation ran up his body feeling Sam's legs caressing his thighs almost hypnotically enticing Darren. He felt desires rising in his body, he kneeled back in between Sam's legs, his hands run up Sam's body and he watched him drifting in pleasure until he stopped. Sam smiled and took Darren's hand and placed it at his shorts. Darren looked for a moment, his fingers fumbled then pulling them off completely. Darren marvelled at the beautifully crafted muscular legs. Sam kneeled up and kissed Darren gently lowering him until he was on his back. He ran his hand along Darren's torso and arms 'beautiful' he said admiring the art work. Despite the sporadic nature of the tattoos they just worked on his body and looked perfectly in place. Sam inspected Darren's legs one by one and light hair covering them. Darren was almost ashamed of how he could become so helpless in the presence of Sam. He laid there naked with Sam kneeling over him taking in the beautiful form of the male body above him. He didn't know if now was the time to fuck him or if there was some foreplay ritual to be done.

Darren looked up at him "Do I fuck you now?" he asked.
Sam smiled at Darren "Just oral sex this time" he replied "when you are more comfortable we can".
Darren held Sam's arm "Will there be another time?" he asked slightly taken back.
Smiled and leaned forward to kiss him "If you want there to be, I do.".

Darren pulled Sam down and instantly thrust his tongue in to Sam's mouth kissing him hard. Sam kissed his neck and moved lower placing gentle kisses across and down his body. Darren sensed he was moving towards his cock and seemed to clench his fists in anticipation. His hips twisted as Sam licked along the shaft 'oh shit' Darren blurted out, his cock bouncing as it throbbed. Sam moved to the head and expertly using his tongue he licked around the foreskin teasing it back over the head 'mother fucking...' Darren blurted out again then groaned deep in his chest, Sam took the head and began lightly applying pressure. He stared up at the ceiling in bewilderment not knowing what to do with his body, he had never endured such sensation and tried to flow the stem of swear words he wanted to shout out. He body slowly relaxing  to what was happening to it. He raised his head and looked at Sam who was looking up at him, his mouth full of his cock 'fuck that is hot' he said throwing his head back on to the pillow. His hand roaming over Sam's head began to gently push him further down to take more of his cock. Sam saw his legs shake and felt the pulses beginning as Darren cried out 'fuck i'm gonna nut' he panted 'fuuuck, fuuuck' his seed jettisoned rapidly with some force behind it filling Sam's mouth. His hips bucked up hard ramming his cock further down Sam's throat. Sam choked and raised his head off Darren's cock wiping his eyes.

He kneeled up and looked at Darren 'Fuck' he said coughing.
"I'm sorry did I do it wrong" Darren asked still breathing heavily.
Sam laughed "Hell no" he replied leaning forward and kissing him "that was hot".

Sam laid down next to him, his hand resting on Darren's thigh. He was not going to push Darren to do anything, it would have to be on his own terms and when he was ready. Sam smiled as Darren's hand found his holding on to it lightly, they both quickly fell asleep. Sam woke at 10am and slipped out of bed dressing in his shorts he strode in to the kitchen to make coffee. Darren appeared in the kitchen rubbing his eyes and wearing Sam's shorts, seeing him standing there he looked vulnerable and almost scared.

"Morning how are you feeling?" Sam asked walking towards him.
Darren stood there and briefly smiled "Tired but good" he replied allowing Sam to kiss him tenderly.
"Do you want coffee?" Sam asked.
"Please" Darren replied and sitting down "Thanks, you know for being patient with me" he said.
Sam smiled placing the coffee down in front of him "I guessed a lot of this was new to you?".
Darren looked at his cup "Will you teach me" he asked "I mean if you want to see me again" he almost pleaded.
Sam sized him up for a moment "Yes, I would love to" he replied seeing Darren smile.

Sam was falling hard for Darren, he was the opposite in every way to him and that is what made the man sitting there appeal to him. As Darren left to head back to Malvern he turned and asked Sam if he would help him find somewhere to live when he came back to London in January. Sam nodded and said for him text a few days before he was coming and that he would keep any eye out for and let him know if anything came up. Sam closed the door to set about his day, he had a few presents still to buy before he went to his parents for Christmas. After new year he was heading up to Malvern to spend a couple of days with Sam and Stefan.

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I must say this story is so different then most on the site as it combines , gay love, friendships, POZ  breeding , acceptance of all  in a very loving way . A great story and also very erotic , hope see more very soon. Thankyou  for the pleasures you bring to so many 

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3 hours ago, oinker said:

I must say this story is so different then most on the site as it combines , gay love, friendships, POZ  breeding , acceptance of all  in a very loving way . A great story and also very erotic , hope see more very soon. Thankyou  for the pleasures you bring to so many 

That's why I reckon he is one of the best writers on this site.

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Part 16 - January 2019 New Year

 

Darren eventually surfaced at 10am on January 1st, feeling more optimistic about his future he just needed to hold this job down. He had a text come in and opening it he smiled, Sam had wished him a happy new year and was looking forward to seeing him. Instantly his cock reacted thinking about him, he still couldn't believe how nice the guy was towards him even after finding out about his past. It had crossed his mind if Sam was attracted to him, he hoped so since he found him nice and very sexually alluring. His mother never asked how he contracted hiv, but then she never really showed much interest in him and  wanted him out having done her bit raising him. In many ways he felt alone and that was what was driving him now to change his life and move away. His little group of friends were nearly all dating or shagging a bird when they weren't drinking or getting stoned. Seeing less and less of them really allowed him to take a look at himself, looking in the mirror he wanted to change in so many ways and decided he would start with a new haircut and tidy himself up. He quite fancied a spikey haircut instead of the mess he currently saw in the mirror and decided that tomorrow he would go in to town and see what the hairdresser could do.

Byron insisted on taking Stefan's parents car to the station to meet Sam, Stefan's Porsche was not really designed for 3 people and even Byron felt uncomfortable sat in it. The train pulled in and Sam appeared at the exit where they hugged uncontrollably excited to see each other. The three of them spent most of the day walking along the Malvern Hills enjoying the winter sunshine and catching up. Byron and Stefan broke the news that they had brought a house in Oxford which was close enough to London for Byron and also where Stefan's family business was located, they would be moving there in late February. The move was planned to allow Byron time before he was starring in Top Hat in the west end from May. He had been finally cast in the leading role after his success with Louise and Patti and really getting noticed by many producers. Sam was also going to be in the cast for a few months as he wanted to improve his tap dance ability, they would both be starting rehearsals in February.

"So you two are really doing this then?" Sam asked as they reached the top of a hill.
Byron laughed "Yeah, I know it is strange but I can't see myself living without him" he replied looking at Stefan.
"Sexless marriage" Sam giggled "Let me know how that works out" he said looking at Byron and Stefan.
Stefan smiled "Not entirely sexless" he replied catching the surprised look on Sam's face.
Sam stopped "Don't tell me you have flipped over" he asked Stefan chuckling.
"Not entirely" Stefan replied putting his arm around Sam's shoulder "But I can see why you enjoy it the oral sex, he is good a blowing me".
Sam shook his head in bewilderment "I give you a year before you totally switch sides" he laughed.

The following day they headed in Malvern town and Stefan was taking Sam around whilst Byron sorted out some personal business for his parents, he agreed to meet the guys in an hour in the coffee shop, Sam laughed joking that his shopping usually took longer than hour. Byron walked out of the bank having completed everything in record time, he made his way over to the coffee shop. There were a few people in front of him so he texted Stefan to say he was done and getting a coffee. Stefan replied telling him he had no idea how long they would be as Sam was a crazy window shopper.

Byron chuckled looking up from his phone and found himself face to face with Darren holding his coffee looking at him "Byron" he said.
"Darren" Byron said taking a step back and trying not to show any emotion or fear of him.
They nearly didn't recognise each other "You look different" Darren said.
Byron fumbled putting his phone away "So do you" he replied quietly thinking how sexy Darren now looked.
"What do you want Darren?" Byron asked his mouth going dry.
Darren looked around quickly "What the fuck did you do to me?" he said looking him in the eyes angrily.
Byron gulped unsure what he was going to do "I'm sorry but you were going to..." he started saying.
His words cut off by the barista "Can I help you?" she called over to Byron.
Darren looked back at her "I will sit over there you better join me" Darren said warning Byron and walking off.

Byron ordered his coffee and nervously kept looking back over his shoulder where Darren sat. He was in in two minds to send a message to Stefan since he had no idea what Darren was about to do, it was the first time he had seen Darren since the incident on the Malvern hills. He stopped himself and looked back at Darren quickly, he was not even looking just staring out of the window watching the world go past. He knew he could get just walk right on out and not face Darren. No, he was done running from him and he couldn't face having to look over his shoulder with the guilt of what happened. Byron collected his coffee and approached the table taking the seat opposite Darren he sat down fixing his gaze on him.

Darren turned to face Byron "You not scared of me or what I will do?" he asked.
Byron just stared at him "No" he finally replied sipping his coffee still staring at him.
Darren stared at Byron "I wanted to destroy you and make you suffer after what you did" he said.
"What I did?" Byron asked in a surprised voice and shook his head "I protected myself from getting raped".
Byron looked down "I was angry with you and... I just don't know where it came from Darren" he said.
"So you gave me what you have?" Darren said becoming emotional.
"Do you think the years of misery you put me through were great?" Byron asked putting his cup down.
Darren looked out of the window "You think giving me this for life is fun?" he asked looking back at Byron in anger.
"Someone told me you can only push people so far before they break" Darren said eyeing him carefully.
Byron sat back in his chair "So what then?" he asked "You want to go outside and put an end to it?".
Darren shook his head smirking "Oh this is never going to end Byron" he said "not after what you did".
"I hoped you would have got the message last time you tried taking me down" Byron said standing up to leave.
"Sit down" Darren said sharply then smirked "please".
"Fuck, what is it with you Darren?" Byron asked confused by the way Darren was acting.
Darren shook his head "Do you really hate me that much?" he asked watching Byron.
Byron looked at his cup "I don't know" he said "I just don't understand you, or why we are here".
"Did you know you had it when you raped me?" Darren asked gazing out the window.
Byron was not about to start lying to him "Yes, but I..." He started before he was cut off.
"So you knew what you were doing then" Darren stated "did you get off on it?" he asked Byron.
Byron pushed his cup away "No, I sat on the doorstep after and cried" he said truthfully looking down.
"I so wanted to get back at you" Darren stated smirking "but you would probably enjoy me raping you" he said.
Byron was at a complete loss now "Are you after revenge?" he asked turning his cup around on the table.
Darren looked at him for a moment then gazed out the window "I could go to the police" he replied.
"I don't really care what you do Darren" Byron replied "nothing compares to what you have put me through".
Darren smirked again "I could ruin your life going public with what you did" he said turning to face Byron.
"Don't you mean continue to ruin it?" Byron asked questioning him.
"Your dancing and singing" Darren said seeing Byron's surprised look "I see you in the papers".
"You do?" Byron said "What out of morbid curiosity?" he asked in a surprised voice.
Darren gazed out of the window again "How the famous can fall so easily" he finally said after a moments silence.
Byron felt sick inside knowing Darren had him "Blackmail?" he asked too frightened to look at Darren.
Darren shrugged and wiped his eyes "That is one way" he replied still staring out of the window.
"I'm sorry Darren" Byron said lowering his voice "I was beyond angry with you that day".
"I gathered by you overpowering me so easily" Darren replied "I thought I could still take you down".
Darren faced Byron "Is it because of me, you know your body?" he asked thinking he sounded like a pervert.
Byron shook his head "No, I needed to build strength for my work, but I got so in to it" he replied.
Darren looked out of the window "At least your parents supported you that much I saw" he said sadly.
"At least you had real parents" Byron said looking at him.
Darren scoffed "You had it so easy growing up, my parents didn't give a shit" he replied upset.
Byron looked at Darren "They are my foster parents Darren, they adopted me properly at 14" he said.
Now Darren was stumped "Sorry" he said "I never knew that and thought you were from the posh end of Malvern".
They sat in silence for a moment "Now you have made me feel really bad about what I did" Darren said apologising.
Byron finished his coffee and Darren stood up "Coffee?" he asked picking Byron's cup up off the table.

Byron nodded and thanked him watching as he walked over to the counter. He sounded and looked like Darren apart from this new funky haircut that really suited him. He was still conflicted and confused seeing a completely different person from the last time they had encountered each other. Gone was the aggressive and abusive nature, what struck him most was that for once he didn't smell of weed and actually seemed to have cleaned himself up in many ways. Irrelevant of how he looked now, Byron knew that it was still Daz, Dazza or Darren depending on who you spoke to.

Darren returned placing a fresh coffee in front of Byron "Thanks" he said watching Darren sit down.
"Honestly I thought you would have bolted when we met" Darren said pausing "I'm glad you didn't".
Byron looked at him "How so?" he asked trying to find the words needed.
Darren looked down at his coffee "You have me I can see that" he said.
"I don't hate you Darren" Byron replied "I just don't know you and you never allowed anyone to get to know you".
"Apart from you there is only one person I told who knows what happened" Darren said looking at Byron.
Byron leaned forward "I thought you was going to get your gang and come after me" he said concerned.
Darren shook his head "Use to hang out on the estate with them" he said "but they are all pot heads".
Byron looked at him "And you?" he asked "are you still smoking weed or whatever it was?".
Darren shook his head "Not any more" he replied shyly "I kept getting sick" he said facing to Byron.
"Fuck" Byron said putting his head in his hands "I'm so sorry Darren, really I am" he apologised profusely.
Darren shrugged his shoulders "It's done Byron nothing can ever take it away" he said wiping his eyes.
Darren could see Byron was almost in tears "I pushed you on the wrong day" he said almost laughing.
Byron now looked even more confused "So the other person do they know as much as me?" he asked.
"Yes" Darren replied nodding "they don't know who it was though I keep your identity secret".
"Darren" Byron sat up "Will we ever put this whole thing between us to rest?" he asked.
Darren stared out the window "Maybe" he replied casually "eventually we could".
"I wish we could have got to know each other properly" Byron said watching Darren.
Darren gave Byron a wicked grin "I want to rape you" he said "to get even first of all".
Byron sat there speechless trying to figure out if Darren was in fact gay "Retaliation?" he asked.
Darren stared at him then nodded "Yes" he replied and laughed "You changed the balance of power that day".
"Let me guess, you don't like it that way?" Byron suggested watching Darren nod and hearing is phone ping.
Darren studied him reading his message then shaking his head "Something wrong?" he asked.
"No Stefan and my friend are running behind, I am meeting them in here" Byron replied putting his phone down.
"Your still friends with Stefan then?" Darren asked "Is he still protecting you?" he smiled.
Byron looked up "We are getting married" he replied seeing the surprised look appear on Darren's face.
"I didn't think he was gay, thought you were just friends" Darren said in a shocked tone.
Byron laughed "He isn't gay" he paused "hard to explain really" he said.
"That is bizarre, not gay but your getting married?" Darren asked unable to comprehend this.
Byron nodded "I don't know how to explain it, we love each other in a different way" he said.
Darren looked at the time "Sorry I should go before they arrive" he said standing up.
"I am really sorry Darren" Byron said "I hope we can patch things up if you want that" he pleaded.
Darren looked down at him "Sure" he said "I am going to fuck you though" he turned to leave.

He felt horrid about what he had done, strangely though he did wonder if what he did had completely changed Darren. He wished they could take back all those years and been friends with him. Outside Stefan and Sam approached the coffee shop talking, Darren slipped through the door and walked in the opposite direction from them. They found Byron sat at the table looking deep in thought. Sam went to fetch the coffees whilst Stefan walked over and sat down with Byron.

"Penny for them" Stefan said startling Byron.
"What?" he replied returning back to the room "sorry just had the strangest half an hour with Daz".
Stefan looked at him "Did he touch you?" he asked almost angrily.
"No, he was quite the opposite" Byron replied "completely different Stefan".
Sam sat down and handed Byron another coffee "God I am going to be pissing for England later" he laughed.

Byron began to recount his conversation to them. Sam knew about this bully from brief chats whilst they were at Mountview. Byron told Sam the rest including the day on the Malvern hills where he finally snapped. Sam sat there looking shocked pondering if this was the same guy he met in London.

"What did you say his name was?" Sam asked interrupting Bryon.
Byron looked at him "Darren or Daz as his gang called him at school" he said.
Sam shook his head "You only ever referred to him as Daz" he said "does he have tattoos?" he asked.
Byron nodded "Yes, quite muscular and about my height" he replied "but I don't think he is gay".
Sam looked at them both "I met a Darren in London you remember the guy I told you about in Costa?".
Byron nodded "Fuck, do you think it is the same Darren?" he asked "where does he live?".
"I don't know" Sam replied "can't possibly be the same one he has a job in London" he said.
Byron nodded "Yeah this Darren doesn't have a job" he said.
"Where is he from?" Stefan asked putting his cup down.
Sam looked at both of them then giggled "Not again Sam" Stefan said "you really need to talk to guys your picking up".

All of them reached the conclusion that this was not the same person as they appeared to be worlds apart from the one they knew individually. Sam got down to spending a few days out of the city and enjoying the almost country life of Malvern, hiking every day with Byron with Stefan in the crisp winter days was exhilarating and refreshing. Sam sat there the last night chatting with Stefan's mother trying to persuade her to talk to his class at the academy, eventually she agreed and also promised to given them some acting lessons. Sam was sleeping in his own bedroom that was previously Byron's when he stayed at Stefan's, lying in bed he caught up on his emails. Flicking over to the message app he sent one to Darren 'Hey, come down next weekend and stay, we can go house hunting', his other hand playing with this cock thinking about Darren as he sent the message. Darren responded saying he would come down Saturday morning but Sam suggested Friday early evening and he was surprised to see he agreed with a smiling face emoji. Darren smiled as he walked across the Flowers estate that late evening towards home. Hearing his name suddenly called out he looked across the playground and saw Leo walking towards him. The scrawny 28 year old estate dealer was the last person he wanted to see having avoided him for months now. Leo was marginally taller than Darren, skinny and gobby he was one of the most feared people on the estate and Darren never knew why that was.

"Dazza where you been mate?" Leo asked approaching him "shit you gone all queer?" he said looking at Darren.
Darren nodded "Leo" he continued to walk not wanting to engage Leo in conversation.
"You haven't brought anything from me for a while" Leo said "where you getting your stuff from?".
Darren stopped and looked at him "I'm clean Leo" he said.
Leo laughed in his face "Come on, I got some good shit here, give you a discount" he said pulling a bag out.
"No thanks" Darren replied about to walk off until Leo grabbed his arm.
"Rumour has it you go the sexual health clinic" Leo said smirking at him "what did you get?" he asked.
Darren shook his hand away and ignored the comment "Don't come near me again" he said calmy and walked off.
Leo laughed "You will be back" he said shaking the bag loudly "ass fucker" he mumbled.
Darren heard him and turned around "What did you say?" he said walking back towards Leo angrily.

He only managed 5 meters before Leo turned and bolted off across the playground. Darren stood there watching Leo wondering if he knew of Darren's sexuality, he couldn't possibly he said to himself. One thing he did know was Leo would not drop the subject quickly and use it to taunt Darren at any opportunity.

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      My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. 
       
      By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. 
       
      My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. 
       
      The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. 
       
      When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. 
       
      My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ 
       
      My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. 
       
      The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. 
       
      The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. 
       
      The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. 
       
      The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. 
       
      The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. 
       
      The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. 
       
      The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ 
       
      The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’
       
      ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ 
       
      To be continued???
    • By TexRanchKing
      This is a continuation of this story which you probably want to read first:
      When Jim parked in front of my house, the reality of the situation finally hit me; I was about to confront my dad about his sexuality. I had never done anything like this in my life so far and I had no idea what I was going to say or how he was going to react. Jim must have known what I was thinking because he was looking at me and trying to find the right words himself.
      “Look, kid, just talk to your dad. No matter how “experienced” he is, this is all as new to him as it was to you when we went up to the campgrounds a few days ago.” Weird to think that, but I doubt that my dad had been out chasing POZ loads while I was away. “When he talked to me in Pulman’s a while back, he was happy because he knew that he could count on me to be his friend, regardless of the situation. He needs to know the same thing from you now. That’s all.” He was right. Jim had been there for me, and yeah, my dad too, had been there for me in hard times, but now I need to be there for him.
      “You’re right. Thanks, Jim.” I said, finally feeling a little more evened out. “But… what about the POZ thing?”
      “You mean about us fucking POZ loads into you like the rapture was going to happen tomorrow?” I laughed a bit at that and nodded. “I have a feeling that your dad may know more about that than you may think. He’s not a stupid man, Aaron; I told him I was POZ at the bar, and he knows your gay. Those two things don’t necessarily mean that we’d knock up his kid the second we had him alone, but I’m sure that he knows that it was a possibility.” I was still a bit concerned, and I think Jim knew it, “one thing at a time though, kid. He doesn’t need to know that immediately, but it probably is something that you’re going to have to eventually tell him. If you want me there when you do, I can be there. You know where to find me.” I was able to see his house just down the road from our driveway.
      “Now that I know about him, would you sleep with my dad if he asked you? Technically you wouldn’t be sneaking around with him.” Jim seemed to think about it for a second.
      “Hmm. Your dad is a hot DILF, but I’d only do it, or him, if you were comfortable with the idea. Would it bother you?” I didn’t even have to think about it; the thought of Jim and my dad’s bodies tangled in a ball of hardcore man sex was incredibly hot to me.
      “Not at all. It’d probably be really hot to see actually,” I said coyly.
      “Oh god, I’ve made you into a complete deviant,” Jim said with a smile on his face.
      “And proud to be one,” I said.
      “Come here,” Jim said before leaning and kissing me. When we broke our kiss, he cupped my face, “now go on, boy. You’re other dad’s waiting for you.” He said, nearly growling. I finally got out of his car and waved bye as he backed out of our driveway. Just as he was pulling into his own driveway, I was heading inside with my bags from the camping trip. Thinking about it now, every square inch of my sleeping bag was probably drenched in cum. When I got to my room, which was on the other side of the house from my dad’s room, I unfolded it and inspected it a little closer than I had cared to do at the campground. Sure enough, there were cum stains all over the lining of it. I wondered if any of it was Quin’s. He gave me a number and I told him that I would find him on Facebook as soon as I got home which I did as soon as I rolled my sleeping bag back up. I hadn’t even unpacked my other bags when I noticed that he had already accepted my friend request. I smiled at that.
      That’s when I heard it; a moan. It was faint, but I had heard enough men moaning over the last couple of days to be able to pick up on it. I took off my shoes and slowly and silently made my way over to my dad’s room. Sure enough, there was my dad’s ass flexing as he fucked a man in his bed. His glutes were huge and were working overtime as he began to jackrabbit the man’s ass with his cock. The man seemed to let all pretense of subtlety go and began moaning loudly.
      I remembered the dream I had while we were camping; my dad was fucking me and commanding me to call him daddy. Actually seeing my dad fucking was even hotter than my mind could have ever let me dream.
      “You want my load?” My dad growled at the man he was fucking.
      “Fuck yeah, Shane! Shoot that fucking load up my cunt!” The man growled back. Then my dad’s ass contracted as he pushed his cock in all the way in the man’s ass and started to fill him with my family’s seed. Then my dad collapsed on the guy and started to make out with him. That was my queue to get back to my room.
      When I closed my door, I noticed that I was rock hard, so I immediately pulled my shorts down and began to jack off. The sight of my dad’s ass as he plowed a guy and the way his balls and taint pulsed as he delivered his load flashed through my eyes and had me cumming in my other hand in seconds. Without thinking about it, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked up the splooge. I wondered if it was positive cum as it ran down my throat and the thought nearly got my quickly softening cock back up to full attention. It had only been a few hours since someone had fucked me but I already missed having a cock up my ass.
      Just as I was coming down my post-climax high, I heard steps on the tile floor of the entryway and then the sound of the front door opening and closing. I could hear my dad tell the man he was with “bye.” Before too long, I heard him heading towards my room and I noticed that I still had my shorts down around my ankles. I tried to pull them up in time, but before I could get them passed my knees, I heard my dad open the door behind me.
      “Whoah!” We both said, nearly in unison. I looked behind me just as I saw him comically avert his gaze, though maybe taking half a second longer than most fathers would have I noticed. My hole and balls were completely exposed to him for that brief second. “Umm, welcome home, son.”
      “Yeah, hi, dad. Sorry,” I buttoned up my shorts and zipped up my fly, “I was just getting dressed.”
      “Oh, well yeah, sorry. I should have knocked, but I wasn’t 100% sure that you were here at all, just thought I heard something over here.” I wondered if I had moaned when I came, but I couldn’t seem to remember. He went in to hug me and for the brief second that we were pressed together, I noticed that we were both chubbed still. And on top of that, I guess I didn’t get all of my cum off of my hand so when I wrapped my arm around him, I left a small streak of cum on the back of the shirt that he was wearing. I saw it when he turned around to leave and I nearly burst out laughing. “I’ll start dinner,” he said as he made his way to the kitchen. With that, my internal laughing fit stopped. I knew that that would probably be the best time to talk to him.
      I passed the time by texting Jim what happened, or more what I saw.
      Jim: Damn, that’s hot, kiddo.
      Me: Yeah, he was really giving it to the guy. I had to knock one out myself when I got back to my room. Don’t think they saw me, though.
      Jim: My little [banned word]! I’ve trained you well!
      Me: I’m going to talk to him tonight at dinner.
      Jim: You ready for that?
      Me: Yeah, I think I am. I’m more nervous about the POZ thing… and if he noticed the cum I left on his shirt when he came in for a hug.
      Jim: What?! I’m going to have to give you a spanking next time I see you for that!
      Jim: Cum goes in asses and mouths! Not on clothing!
      Me: lol Maybe by the time I see you I’ll have been bad some more 😉
      Just then, my dad called me for dinner and I knew that it was showtime. I changed into something a bit more comfortable, a tank and some basketball shorts with some torn up underwear that I desperately need to retire underneath. After a few days of camping and small meals, the meal before me looked like a feast; baked chicken, salads, and green beans. As we ate, I told him about all the hiking that Jim, Henry, and I did (leaving out the hardcore sex.) I even told him that I even found a boyfriend out there. He lit up when I described Quin and said that he couldn’t wait to meet him. That’s when I decided to bring it up.
      “So… who was the guy you were with earlier?” He coughed and nearly choked on the chicken that he had in his mouth. For what felt like a solid minute, he didn’t say anything; he just stared at the food on his plate. I could practically hear the gears in his head spinning at a million miles per hour, trying to think of what to say.
      “Jim told me about running into you at the Pulman,” I said as calmly as possible. His eyes seemed to get even wider and still continued to say nothing. “Dad?”
      “How… how much did you see earlier?”
      “Well, I didn’t get to see all of it, but enough to see and hear you dumping a load into the guy you were with.” That was probably a bit too blunt. He blushed brighter than I had ever seen him blush. Our kitchen table was pretty small, so I reached over and put my hand on his arm to get his attention. He finally looked up into my eyes. “Hey, it’s ok. There’s nothing to scared about here.”
      “I’m not scared… just embarrassed, I guess. I didn’t want you to have to find out this way.”
      “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, dad. It’s just who you are just like I am the way I am. You’ve always loved me, and something like this wouldn’t stop me from loving you.”
      “I’m guessing Jim told you about how everything started with your mom, right?”
      “Yeah, he did.”
      “That’s more that I’m embarrassed about; the fact that I couldn’t keep her… well… satisfied….”
      “That’s not your fault. Mom had her own kinks, and evidently, so did you. There’s no shame in someone exploring their kinks. Maybe all the arguing could have been avoided if both of you had been willing to talk about your kinks and sexualities a little more openly, but, in the end, what happened happened. But answer this for me: Ever since you’ve gotten to explore this side to yourself more freely, would you say that you feel… I don’t know… a bit more liberated? Free?”
      “Actually, yeah. Except when I had to lie to you.”
      “I would say that “you didn’t have to lie to me,” but I remember being where you were.”
      “I always felt that I was different when I was growing up, but everyone around me was so damn straight that even though I may have thought about kissing one of the other boys I was friends with growing up, I ended up idealizing them and wanting to do what they did, like fuck girls. Oops.” My dad rarely cursed around me so he blanched again at his swear.
      “Ok, let’s get this out of the way: Cock, dick, balls, scrotum, ass, cum, jizz, fuck, shit, cunt, pussy, taint,” I said while looking directly at my dad, “I just saw you seed a guy’s ass while he begged for you to fill his “cunt,” you’re not really going to shock me, dad. Especially at the week I just had.” He laughed before he caught what I said at the end. Oh shit.
      “What do you mean by that? What else happened on the trip?”
      “Well,” it was my turn to squirm and squirm I did; I tried to avoid eye contact, and he could tell that I was trying to think of a billion different things to talk about. He just sat there and waited for me to answer. “Well, since I turned 18, I asked Jim to… well… take my virginity.” I mumbled that last part out.
      “What? Really?”
      “Yeah. We spent the first day or so just us, going at it like crazy, and then Henry arrived and he joined in too. And then I met Quin, and I’m pretty sure I took his virginity.”
      “They didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, did they?” My dad asked me with a super serious look on his face. I had kind of expected this; I was an 18-year-old kid that just admitted to being fucked “like crazy” by his way older neighbors.
      “No, Jim nor Henry would ever do anything like that. They both had been there for me so much when you and mom were fighting that it felt right for it to be them. They’re both good men, dad,” his expression softened.
      “Yeah, they are. And I’m sorry that we kinda ignored you a lot when we were fighting all the time. That wasn’t right of us to do. There’s no excuse for it,” he said before a guarded look came across his face again, “Wait, aren’t Jim and Henry HIV positive?”
      “Yeah, they are.”
      “Did they use condoms?” And here was the other topic that I knew was going to be a tough one to get through.
      “No,” his eyes immediately shot open wide just like they did when I told him that I had seen him plowing a man earlier, “the year before I had spied on Henry fucking Jim in the camp showers. Just as Henry was about to cum, I heard Jim beg for him to infect him, to fill him full of POZ cum.” As I continued, my dad only looked more and more confused, “We had talked earlier that night, and I couldn’t understand in the slightest why Jim was trying to get infected, but when I saw them at that moment, I understood; they were forming a connection that could never be broken or severed. They were putting so much trust in each other to be there for the other that they were willing to face this scary thing, a disease, together. I wanted that bond, and I wanted it with them.”
      “That sounds insane, son. What were you-“
      “Jim told me that the night he saw you in Pulman’s that you wanted to go back to his place even after he told you he was POZ. What did YOU think was going to happen?”
      “We would’ve used condoms.”
      “And if they would have said that they didn’t want to use condoms?”
      “They didn’t try to trick you into not using condoms, did they?”
      “No, but what would you have done that night if you went over and they didn’t want to use condoms? Would you have just left? Unfucked?”
      “Well, I-“ he interrupted himself, “I don’t fucking know anymore.” Which I knew was parent-speak for “of course I would but I’m not going to flat out admit it to you.”
      “Dad, I’m going to tell you something that I learned while camping and that maybe you need to hear; slut isn’t a bad word, and I’m proud to be one. I like having a cock up my ass. I love being a cumdump and, yeah, I also like fucking a load up an ass too. There’s nothing wrong with that. That’s who I am and I’m not going to apologize for it. I’m a faggot and I love being one. I know you like fucking too and there’s nothing wrong with that. We’re [banned word],” I got up from my chair and walked over to his chair and stood next to him, staring down into this eyes with my cock tenting through my tattered underwear and shorts, “we’re degenerates,” I grabbed his hand and placed it on my hard cock, his eyes went wide again before slowly starting to relax into the sleepy-eyed gaze that all horny men get when one head switches over its thinking power to the other head, “and we’re only as sick as we think we are,” I said before leaning down and kissing my dad on the lips. After the initial jolt of shock I felt run through him, he eased into the kiss and opened his mouth for my tongue’s invasion. His hand began to squeeze on my cock and I moaned into his mouth. I couldn’t’ believe I was actually doing this yet at the same time, it felt so hot and so right.
      He quickly stood up, not breaking our kiss as he towered over me. He was taller than Jim or Henry, so he was a bit more intimidating in more than one way. He grabbed me into an embrace and I felt his rock hard cock press against my stomach as he pressed our bodies together. He was big, VERY big. I realized at that moment that I had never gotten a good look at my dad’s dick before. Even earlier, I only saw his balls as he rammed the guy he was with. He pulled away from our kiss and took off his shirt and I pulled off my tank and my shorts so that I was only standing there in my tattered, gray briefs. As soon as I looked back up and saw his big, juicy pecs I nearly dove for them and began to suck and knead them. He moaned and held the back of my head to his nipple as I sucked on his right one. I felt his dick pulse as I applied pressure and began to suck harder.
      “Fuuuuccckk, son! This is soooo fucking wrong, but I don’t give a fucking shit right now!” He moaned. My dad pressed his dick harder against my chest, “But you're getting this fucking cock now. Because you fucking know what?” He asked before pulling me back off his nipple, “I AM a fucking degenerate, son. I breed men and I can feel my cock wanting to breed you, my own boy.”
      “Fuck, we’re so fucking twisted, dad.”
      “Yeah, we really fucking are, son. And while I don’t agree with your choice to take raw POZ cock, I understand why you did it.” I found it so weird that he said that since I remember thinking the exact same thing the night that I caught Henry and Jim going at it in the shower. “Now, pull down my shorts and suck on the cock that made you, boy.” I didn’t hesitate, I pulled down his shorts and saw the huge outline waiting for me underneath his white, Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It was easily 10” long, maybe even 11” and I could tell that he wasn’t even fully hard yet. I sucked it through the fabric of his underwear as his precum began to soak through and I got the first taste of the jizz that was responsible for me being here. I pulled his underwear down and his cock nearly slapped me in the face.
      “Damn, that’s an insanely use cock you have there, dad.”
      “Thanks, boy! Now suck daddy’s cock!” I did as I was instructed and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I knew there was going to be no way that I was going to be able to get the whole thing down my throat, but I was damn sure going to try. I only got about 4” down on his cock when I nearly gagged the first time. “Damn boy, that’s not bad for only having sucked dick for about a week. But I think we can get more, right?” He said coaxingly. I kept bobbing on his cock until I felt ready to go further again. This time I got a good 6” down my throat before I had to stop, but I didn’t pull it out. “Damn, I raised a great little cock sucker, didn’t I?” The thought that this was the guy that blanched up at the idea of saying “fuck” in front of me not even ten minutes ago nearly made me laugh with his cock down my throat. Instead, I pushed harder and got a whole 1.5” more. I Had 7.5” inches of my dad’s cock down my throat and I loved the feeling of it nearly choking me as he moaned and looked down in awe. “Fuck, son, that’s deeper than your mom could ever take! God Damn!” I couldn’t bob up and down on his cock that deep but I was taking a lot of it in over and over when he pulled me back and told me to stop. “Damn, if you keep going, you’re going to make me cum down your throat, boy.”
      “But I want you to cum, dad.”
      “Trust me, I do too,” he said before pulling me up, “But this cum is going in that ass.” He pressed me against the table and didn’t pull down my tattered briefs, but tore them right off, leaving the tattered remains of the waistband as the only stitch of clothing I had on my body. My cock flopped out and bounced in between my legs. I felt his huge cock press against my hole and begin to slide up and down my ass crack. He spit on his cock and began to smear his saliva around my puckered hole.
      “Fuck me, dad! Fuck your boy!” I moaned and pleaded.
      “Does my little faggot boy want a big cock up his tight, little asshole?”
      “Yes, dad, please fuck my faggot ass and breed me!”
      “Even if I don’t have HIV like the neighbors that just got done using you?” He said while continuing to tease my hole with his huge cock. “You still want some of this incest seed?”
      “Yes, I’ll never refuse your seed, dad.”
      “That’s a good fucking boy!” He growled in my ear before slowly shoving the head of his enormous cock into my teenage body. I yelped with the pain that his size caused, but at the same time, I wanted him to push that monster as deep into me as he possibly could. I couldn’t help it though and I hissed in pain, “You’re doing good, boy. Keep taking it. It’s going to hurt at first, but don’t fight it.”
      “I’m trying to, dad, but that cock is so fucking big.”
      “Do you want me to stop?”
      “Fuck no, shove that thing into me, dad, please! Fuck my slutty, faggot ass!” He didn’t stop but continued to slowly push his cock up my ass until I felt him hit something that felt like a wall inside my ass. I thought that he wouldn’t be able to go any further until he took a small pause and then jammed his cock all the way to the hilt, and I felt something like a POP inside of my ass. “Fuck! What was that? I thought you wouldn’t be able to go in all the way.”
      “That was probably your second sphincter. I didn’t know we had one until the guys I fucked told me that I usually breach it in them.”
      “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
      “How’s it feels to have your old man’s cock all the way inside you, Aaron.”
      “Fucking amazing. I thought Jim and Henry were big, but you’re way bigger.”
      “I’ll have to invite them over some time and give them a Thank You fuck for popping my little boy’s cherry,” dad said before starting his assault on my ass. He never went too fast or harsh, or at least not as fast and harsh as I saw him being with the guy he was with earlier, but he still gave me a good fuck against the kitchen table. As he pounded away at my insides, he would constantly keep hitting my prostate, causing me to cry out in pleasure. “Yeah! You’re taking your old man’s cock like a pro, Aaron! Those guys must have really gone to town on your ass all week.”
      “Yeah, they did! I was begging for their loads all the time and I even got double penetrated before we left.”
      “Really? That’s my fucking boy!” he said as he slowly picked up his pace. I couldn’t believe it, but it felt like his cock was getting larger inside my ass and stretching me out more. I knew he was getting close. “I’m going to fill that pussy, boy! You ready for my load, Aaron? You ready to have your dad’s cum in you? The cum that fucking made you?”
      “Fuck yeah, dad. Fill my slutty ass with your cum!” I moaned before he slammed hard into my ass, definitely breaching my second sphincter and filling me with his neg cum, his family jizz soaking into the wall of his son’s rectum.
      “God damn, that was hot as fuck, son!” He nearly screamed as he began to come down off his post-sex high.
      “Yeah, it was.”
      “You know I love you, right boy?”
      “Yeah, I know, dad.”
      “But from here on out, until you go to school, if I want that ass, I’m going to get it, got it?”
      “Yes, sir! What if I become HIV positive, though? Will you still want my ass?”
      “Of course, son. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Tomorrow I’ll run down to the drug store, and I’ll get a few home tests that you can use over the next couple weeks. But for now, just know that I have this ass on top.” I felt his cock twitch inside me, probably jutting out the last shot of his little swimmers into my hole.
      “Think I can sleep with you tonight?”
      “My bed’s always open, son.” He said as he pulled his huge cock out of my ass. Much like the first time Jim fucked me, I felt completely empty as soon as he pulled out, a void of space in my body that I never knew was there. My dad looked down at himself and at me, “now let’s go take a shower first before we stink of my sheets with all of this man-sex sweat.” I followed him to his shower and we both hoped in. Of course, he fucked me again under the scorching rain of the hot water and bred me against the tiled wall as I moaned for my father’s load.
      After that, we were both so spent that almost as soon as we lay down in bed, we both passed out. I did wake up in the middle of the night to find my dad’s arms wrapped around me and his big cock resting between my ass cheeks. I was too tired to do anything about it though and just drifted off to sleep with the feeling of my dad’s cock flesh up against my exposed and cum-filled hole.
      To be continued….
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