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Part 4 - A Diamond Earring

 

Sampson looked out of the caravan window at the dreary wet day that loomed ahead, ever since their arrival in St. Albans it had rained on and off constantly and today looked to be no exception. Sitting on the bed he opened the hook up app waiting for it to refresh after changing his location to see what the local talent was like having not used it since his arrival here. Spending nearly half an hour going through there was nothing that really attracted his attention. Deciding to wait knowing full well that as soon as the locals saw some fresh meat in their vicinity he would get inundated with messages. After a full day scouting around for work without much success Sampson returned to the caravan glad to be in from the fine rain that fell, you know the sort, it looks like it isn't raining but gets you soaking wet if out in it too long. Quickly changing he looked at the app and saw two messages, one from a 43 year old describing himself as a solvent professional man, the other a 29 year old escort offering a freebie for a flip fuck. Sampson deleted the 29 year old's message since the guy looked a little to used and camp, and well, it didn't float his boat. If he wanted camp he would find a girl to lay. The 43 year old might be worth perusing he mused but not tonight since he needed to go to the supermarket to stock up and it was already getting late. The commune leader popped by and informed Sampson that the police had given them an eviction notice of 48 hours and since there was little work he had decided they would move on Milton Keynes in the morning. Sampson walked out of the caravan with the commune leader and got in to his 4x4 to get some supplies at the 24 hour superstore a few miles down the road.

Steve drove past the gypsy site noticing a fair bit of activity that to him looked like they were packing up. He smiled happily to himself knowing that the council didn't tolerate it, always acting swiftly to move them on. Anyway he didn't want his pride and joy being stolen or vandalised by them. At 20 years old he loved his ramped up Peugeot 208 that matched his boy racer image, it also proved to be an excellent cover for his very discreet and hidden gay side. He was tallish and had a very slender body, shaved dark hair at the side and longer on top that was always covered with a baseball cap and a diamond earring in his right ear. The earring was a present from his regular fuck buddy who was 20 years older but he enjoyed the incredible sex with this experienced man. He was having a few problems with the butterfly clasp on the back and was taking it in to the jewellers in the morning to get it fixed. His fuck buddy was comfortably well off, constantly buying him little but expensive gifts that were sometimes personal and sometimes for his car. Tonight though he was going to meet some of his racer boys and was popping by the superstore for beers. Checking the clock in his car it was only 9pm and there weren't due to meet for another hour so he had plenty of time. Turning in to the car park he drove around the car park until he found a spot he liked, it was pretty deserted with only a handful of shoppers going about their business at this late hour.

Steve grabbed his wallet and got out of the car watching the 4x4 going past and parking a few spots further along. By the time he was set and locked the car door the occupant of the 4x4 was getting out and he glanced over. It did strike him at first that the person maybe from the gypsy camp down the road but he was dressed in ordinary jeans and no sparkly jewellery that most of them wore and he looked quite young. Steve walked past and collected a small trolley heading in to the store. Sampson admired the young lad from behind keeping a fair distance but close enough see his cute arse in his flimsy shorts and his designer t-shirt, the baseball cap suited him down to the ground and actually made him look even more attractive. Sampson grabbed a trolley and headed down a different aisle in the store quickly grabbing what he needed before reaching the 'Oops' shelf that had the bargains on at the very end of aisle. His trolley half poking out of the aisle whilst he was studying the steak that had only a 24 hours sell by date left on it, suddenly his trolley spun off and he made a grab for the handle to stop it going out of control.

"I'm so sorry" Came a voice before the head of the young guy appeared.
Sampson chuckled "That's okay, my fault I wasn't concentrating" he said quickly noticing the diamond earring.
"No, no, it was my fault I came around the corner to quickly" Steve said offering him a smile.
Sampson smiled "Hope you don't drive your car like that" he said thinking how dumb he sounded.
Steve laughed "Certainly not, I am very careful" he said moving his trolley around to get past.

Steve apologised again and walked by Sampson heading down the aisle, he looked over his shoulder at the sexy young guy looking at other items on the shelf who was clearly giggling to himself before he threw glance back at Sampson. The glance was enough to spike Sampson's interest and threw the item in his trolley and went round to the next aisle, he knew the young boy racer was clearly flirting and giving him signals, he also noticed that he was going commando under his shorts. They passed each other again and Sampson was convinced he was now doing it deliberately since there was still only a six pack of beer in his trolley. The ever efficient Sampson had done all his shopping and went to the check out noticing the boy racer was down at the self service check out and looking his way. He was finding it amusing and difficult to concentrate since his cock was dancing around in his underwear itching to get up the boy racers arse. Sampson wheeled his trolley out to the car park and unpacked everything in to the boot. Steve walked past taking his trolley back to the stand and stood there looking towards the guy who was now approaching with his trolley. Steve walked along the edge of the superstore building checking that no one was watching them, glancing at the guy he hinted for him to follow. Sampson smiled and pulled his key out remotely locking his 4x4 and following the boy racer, his heart already pounding at the excitement not knowing if this was going to be a blow job or full on fuck. Normally he would never consider doing this outside but he was undeniably drawn to the cute lad.

Turning the corner of the building the boy racer stood there surrounded by boxes in what looked like the recycling area that was undercover. Sampson walked up to him cautiously and found himself looking in the blue eyes of the boy racer. His face very close, his body tingling like electricity flowing between them, he could feel the yearning from the boy racer's body. Sampson grabbed the boy racer's hand and moved moved it over his cock, Steve felt the hardness against the palm of his hand. His face moved closer until their lips almost touched, strangely Sampson was drawn and let down his guard around intimacy. He had no time to question what was going on with his lips being forced apart by the boy racer's mouth, he melted and wanted him, his mouth parting accepting the kiss. His eyes fluttering closed, his mouth filling with tongue, deeper and deeper, he could taste him, smell him and sense him. Steve pulled back teasingly knowing exactly what he was doing and he had gauged it to perfection. Hungrily their mouths attached to each other again, harder and more forceful with his kissing that took Sampson by surprise.

The boy racer's hands appeared from nowhere moving all over his body, feeling and touching, arousing him even further, Sampson was a melting pot of desire, every fibre of his being was shining and yearning. He wanted this young lad and roughly tugged down the shorts exposing the boy racer's soft hairless arse. Moving him over to the pile of boxes he spun the boy racer around pushing him against the pile of boxes where he half leant over propped up by the ones that hadn't collapsed. Sampson pulled his jeans and underwear down and rubbed his cock against the soft arse letting him feel what was coming, edging closer and closer 'You want me to fuck you?' Sampson whispered in to his ear, 'Oh yes' the boy racer replied his body wanted sex badly, it didn't care how. It just needed it. Steve opened his eyes wide 'Argh' he cried out feeling the head sharply pushing in to his ass. He held Steve's arms up against the boxes and pinning his legs apart, the boy racer gasped for breath feeling his ass stretching open as more cock penetrated his dry arse. The pain seemed to hit every part of his body, moaning and whimpering louder as Sampson continued feeding the lads arse with more cock. It seemed to go on forever as he fought through the pain his arse pushing back wanting more. Sampson kissed his neck moving up the earlobe, his tongue hitting the butterfly clasp that came off easily in to his mouth. Quickly he took it out of his mouth forcing it in to his pocket whilst his mouth kissed and bit at the boy racer's neck and ear, sucking on the earlobe he could feel the earring moving around his mouth. Steve tried to stifle his moans his neck almost wet from the kissing and biting that Sampson was deploying to detract him from what was really going on. Sampson pushed his cock in deeper until he felt his balls pushing up against the soft arse. Whilst the boy racer moaned and ground his arse back Sampson took the earring out of his mouth and put it in his pocket. The stifled squeals he emitted every time Sampson clenched his arse cheeks forcing his cock deeper then releasing the pressure before exerting it again, the noises sounded like cries of happiness in his ears. Slowly he picked up speed holding the boy racer's arms tighter. Steve turned his head wanting to kiss the guy who obliged easing off the fucking for a moment. Sampson repositioned his legs and began fucking harder and faster 'That's it, this is what you want' he whispered in a statement, his breathing heavily floating in the boy racers ear, 'Oh yes, uhm, fuck me!' he replied in between the moans and gasps.

Sampson set in to a fast rhythm fucking deep and hard, still biting and kissing the neck in distraction. Never one to hold back from a good orgasm Sampson could feel the sexual state starting to take over knowing he was about to cum. Steve fixated on the boxes in front and powerless to resist even though he didn't want to, away in his own little bit of heaven getting what he loved most. He felt the change in fucking as the guy now began bottoming out constantly and rapidly, his breathing becoming deeper and rapid. Steve's eyes began watering from the deep fucking he was now experiencing, his body loving every moment of it. Suddenly he gasped feeling the full weight of the guy pushing up like he was trying to split him in half. Sampson moaned loudly holding his cock deep as he felt the pulses raging up the shaft of his cock reaching the head he pushed up harder again feeling the first release of his seed firing in to the young body, the second pulse just as big releasing more seed and breeding the boy racer deep, deeper and deeper he went with every contraction jettisoning more seed until he collapsed panting on top of him. Steve felt the painful pulses in his arse and moaned in delight 'Oh fuck!' he quietly said with sharp gasps every time the guy's cock jumped and pushed in deeper. Sampson raised himself up kissing the boy racer's neck and pulling his cock out 'Argh!' Steve cried as the head plopped out from his ass followed by a stream of bright pink fluid. He breathed resting his forehead against the boxes. Sampson quickly saw his cock streaked with blood pulling up his underwear and jeans, he wasn't about to hang around and quickly disappeared. Steve turned and was about to kiss him before realising the guy was gone. 

Steve looked down at his shorts around his ankles that were a mess with pink semen. He figured he might have bled as it was so painful when the guy was cumming. He would need to go home clean himself up and change before meeting his boy racer friends. Walking a little funny he came around the side of the building as the 4x4 was turning on the main road. His arse in pain but he couldn't keep the smile off his face, one random fuck that he never expected that was so amazing, smiling he got in to the car and looked in the rear view mirror noticing his earring was gone. Panicking he jumped out and retraced his steps searching for nearly half an hour but it was nowhere to be found, he definitely had it in before fucking as he remembered checking the clasp that he been doing constantly all day and in the superstore. He sat back down in the car and remembered the guy had spent an strange amount of time kissing and licking his ear. 'Fuck' he shouted banging his head on the steering wheel in anger, suddenly knowing that the guy had stolen his earring.

Sampson put away the shopping and sat on the floor by the bed retrieving the trinket box and fishing around in his pocket he pulled the diamond earring and clasp out fixing them together and placing it in the box. He smiled looking at his growing collection of souvenirs before closing the lid and sliding it back under the bed. By morning the site was deserted and they had set off for Milton Keynes for an uneventful few months, Sampson was to be struck down by a series of colds over the next few weeks keeping him out of action of the sex scene.  

Steve had no way of contacting the superstore fuck and the week rolled on. His fuck buddy had deserted him in anger when he came clean about how it was stolen. By the third week things spiralled out of control quickly falling prey to a bout of pneumonia that hospitlised him. it was slowly coming under control with him lying in the hospital bed with an antibiotic intravenous drip. The nurse came in regular as clockwork prepared his HIV drugs that was getting his viral load down. Having fallen quickly to the infection he was admitted to hospital two weeks ago and diagnosed with HIV that lead to his pneumonia. After he was eventually discharged he had to take it easy for several weeks. His fuck buddy angry about his recklessness and losing the diamond earring that had cost £500 still refused to talk to him. He had no way of really knowing if it was stolen or lost and he kept an eye out in case anyone posted on line about finding a diamond earring on the local Mugbook page and on Flutter. A few days after arriving back home and feeling a lot healthier he was trawling through flutter and came across a weird hashtag that someone had refluttered locally #PozThief, he clicked on it to take a look seeing it had been refluttered numerous times and read the description. It definitely seemed like the guy he had met. He sent a message to the person explaining how he had met a guy in the store car park and believed he had stolen his diamond earring and left him with HIV describing him as best he could. Gav replied telling Steve they were staying at the Albion Hotel for a night searching for this guy and they should meet up to discuss if this was the same person. Steve agreed to meet with them on the Saturday afternoon at the superstore car park, the location of where he met the guy. Gav and David stood there at one end of the car park and saw a Peugeot 208 heading in their direction and parking up. Nervously Steve got out of the car and looked over catching a glimpse of Gav who was looking directly at him. He locked the car and walked over where David nodded like an invisible signal and the three of them introduced themselves to each other, David suggested they go to the coffee shop since it was quiet and they could talk inside. Gav was struggling to focus and his attention was drawn to Steve, in his head he was already trying to work out what to say to Steve, he definitely had the hots for him but then so did David by the way he was leering at him and laughing at everything he said. Steve found his eyes kept wandering to Gav, his rough chav look was simply to die for before checking himself knowing this was how he ended up in this situation in the first place. They sat having a casual chat learning about each other, or as much as each one wanted to reveal before the subject got real.

"So when did you know he infected you?" David asked Steve who look pensive for a moment.
"I... I was in hospital for several weeks with pneumonia" Steve said looking upset.
Gav stood walking around the table and sat down beside him "It's okay mate" he said kindly.
Steve smiled "They put me on antibiotics and confirmed then it was HIV" he eventually said.
David nodded sympathetically "Did they put you on medication straight away?" he asked.
"Yeah" Steve replied, "I lost my fuck buddy of years when he found out about the earring" he confessed.
"Dam that is not nice if they dumped you like that" Gav said looking between Steve and David.
Steve sat back in his chair "Yeah well I he showered me with gifts to keep me around for sex, he thought I was an easy lay" he replied.
"And are you?" Gav asked accidentally. "Sorry I didn't mean that, well maybe a little" he said smirking.
Steve chuckled "Why you want to find out?" he asked glancing at Gav.
Gav winked at Steve "Course I do! But not right now" he replied. "So you don't have a boyfriend?" he asked.
Steve shook his head and David laughed. "You might have one very soon" David said noticing their looks.

There was a definite spark going on between Steve and Gav, David could clearly see it making him a little envious. But they were here for a different reason today and they needed to get on with it.

"What else can you tell us about this Sam?" David asked.
Steve shrugged "He drove a black 4x4 look liked a towing vehicle" he said trying to recall the vehicle.
"Did you get the registration?" Gav asked sitting forward.
"No" Steve replied, "Sadly that was the last thing on my mind. Probably belonged to the gypsy site".
"What?" David suddenly asked mulling this over and looking at Gav, "Now that makes sense" he said.
Gav nodded "Travelling around!" he exclaimed.
"Exactly" David said agreeing with him.
Steve looked at them both "Well there was one about a mile down the road but they left weeks ago".

They finished their drinks and drove down to the site where the commune had been, it was just an empty field with tyre marks with the gate to it now securely locked up. Their search coming to a dead end but they knew a little more about the guy going their separate ways. Gav desperately wanting to say something to Steve but instead they swapped mobile numbers and said they would keep in touch and advise if anything new came up. Steve watched them drive away a lot happier from having met Gav, there was a sexy edginess that drew Steve in. Gav was far from the normal clean cut type of guy he always went for, he could only imagine that sex with Gav would be rough and hard. Steve chuckled and got in to his car driving off.

Sampson had been struck down with another cold and was now feeling a lot better since arriving in Banbury at the beginning of September, at least they would be here a while as long as the work came in. In Milton Keynes they had come under a lot of resistance from the locals who surprisingly were quite vocal and parked trailers at the gates to the field preventing them from coming and going. They quickly moved on and now set up commune in Banbury.
 

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Perhaps when they do catch up with him he may understand how his infectious personality effects others and give back his conquest souvenirs. The gypsies will disown him too if they find out

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Part 5 - The Gold Chain

 

Finishing work for the day Nick got in his car and headed home taking his once a week detour around the opposite side of Lyndhurst, this route gave him the opportunity to check the field that he had found out where the last gypsy site was, he now figured this was where the guy had been living. As usual the drive past showed an empty field, he sighed and continued towards home. He wasn't completely sure why he did this journey once a week, all he did know was he had enjoyed the sex even though it was just that.

Settling in Banbury was smooth sailing setting up their commune in a council provided area. Within days Sampson had secured enough work for a month and took to the hook up app browsing through one evening and coming across a dark haired muscular man who claimed to be 30 years old which made Sampson laugh as he could clearly see the guy was a little older than 30. Still he had a nice body, looked after himself and he wore a gold coloured chain around his neck. Sampson chuckled reading his profile name stated as MuscledFkr, it also stated he played safe that caught his attention briefly, not perturbed by this he carried on reading through. His thoughts suddenly returned to the guy he had sex with several times in Lyndhurst who was also muscular, smiling to himself and admitting that actually he had taken quite a shine to him but they never knew each other's name. Sampson sent a flame to the dodgy 30 year old to see what would happen. He was getting kind of desperate to fuck now that Marlon had got his girlfriend pregnant and the discreet fucking sessions had eased off. Sampson played ping pong message with MuscledFkr for several days until finally he agreed to meet. Allan had been keeping the guy waiting, not on purpose so to speak since he needed to lure him ready for when his husband was out of town on a business trip to Scotland. Allan finally arranged to meet Sampson at the park across from his house mid-week at 7pm, he signed off the last message using his name and in a lapse of concentration Sampson confirmed he would be there and used his real name as well. He frantically looked for a recall button but there was nothing you could do on the app once the message had been sent. The idea coming in to his head that when they meet he would tell him his real name was Barry or something else.

Tuesday was one of those weird evenings as Sampson now called them, Marlon brought a few cans of beer round and they sat chatting rather than doing. Marlon was not fooling Sampson by any means, he could see the desperation in the eyes of someone who was trying to make good with his girlfriend yet underneath a keen desire to have man on man sex. Sampson wasn't much for games but started to enjoy watching Marlon knowing that any day he would be round with his trousers around his ankles bent over the bed begging for it.

Marlon put his beer down "Haven't seen you creeping out recently!" he exclaimed suddenly.
The comment caught Sampson by surprise "What do you mean?" he asked slowly sipping his beer.
"You sneaking off in the evening" Marlon explained, "Do you go off and shag?" he asked.
Sampson sat there looking at Marlon. "I don't mind if you do" Marlon added.
Raising an eyebrow Sampson put his can down "Why should I care if you mind?" he asked.
Marlon smirked "I will keep your little secret" he replied in a smug tone.
Sampson smiled "Is that so, and our little secret of how you love it when I fuck you?" he retorted taunting him.
Marlon laughed "There is no proof that anything other than drinking happens" he said.
"Maybe I have filmed you getting it when you are face down on the bed" Sampson said casually.
Marlon finished his beer "You were way to busy to film it" he replied standing up.
Sampson grabbed Marlon "Keep your mouth shut or you will never get it again" he warned him.
Marlon shrugged free and opened the caravan door "I am watching you!" he said walking out and closing the door.

Sampson sat down clasping his hands together confused and unsure what Marlon was getting at, maybe it was just the desire for sex and beer that was doing the talking. Could he trust him after all? Well he had been silent about their rough sexual meets over the past few years. And was it now a streak of jealousy that Marlon felt, missing out and suspecting he was meeting other guys for sex? Either way it lead to Sampson having a restless night and waking up feeling completely knackered on Wednesday morning. It was struggle throughout the whole day for Sampson and he kept getting glances from Marlon, he acted completely normal as if nothing had happened, except for those tell tell glances he made every so often. Sampson had showered and changed deciding to walk to the park where he was due to meet this Allan, at least Marlon would see his truck was still parked there allowing him to sneak away without being detected. It was a perfectly acceptable and nice late summer evening, Sampson arrived at the park a few minutes before 7pm and spotted Allan sitting on a bench watching him approach checking his phone then putting it in his pocket. There was something shifty about the guy Sampson thought, more shiftier than him he concluded laughing to himself. He could see Allan was definitely muscled, that part of his profile was dead accurate and well, he didn't look that bad either.

"Even cuter in real life" Allan said as Sampson sat down next to him.
Sampson smiled "Thanks" he replied not sure how to respond, "You too" he finally said.
Allan stood "Well?" he asked looking at Sampson. "You want to fuck?" he asked straight up.
Sampson nodded "That is why I am here" he replied standing and following Allan across the park.

No sooner was Sampson inside and the door and Allan closed it he picked Sampson up with ease carrying him upstairs to the bedroom, Sampson was caught out at the speed in which Allan made his move and didn't need to second guess what was going through his mind. Sampson tired to evade the attempts at kissing him continuously, held firm he had no option but to endure it, after all he was horny as hell. His hands moving around felt the chain around Allan's neck, he felt the weight then wondered how he was going to get it. By the time Sampson stopped thinking about the chain he was standing there in his underwear, Allan already had his fingers inside the elastic band of his underwear pushing them down and letting them fall to his ankles. He could feel Allan's cock pressed up against his leg and his body was raised in the air again then gently lowered on to the bed. Allan spat in his hand and rubbed the saliva against and in Sampson's hole. Watching his own legs coming close to his head being pushed up by Allan's arms as he squared his cock up to his hole and began penetrating with precision. Leaning further forward he gripped hold of Sampson's arms and kissed him again getting a mouthful of the chain at the same time. Sampson caught his breath 'Take it off' he said spitting the chain out of his mouth, Allan quickly unclasped it and dropped it on the bed then continued. Sampson wriggled but found he was firmly balled up by Allan being fed more cock in to his arse forcing it open and causing his eyes to water and snap open wide, gasping and moaning, Allan gyrated his hips in a circular motion several times before he felt the full extent of the painful intrusion taking the cock balls deep in one very slick movement. Breathing rapidly through his nose, his mouth slightly open, back arched and twisted hiding his undeniable pleasure through the agonising pain. They made brief eye contact then Allan clamped his mouth down firmly filling Sampson with this tongue and saliva. His excitement and desire emanated up to Allan's body and with no time to adjust or get comfortable Sampson was being pounded with deep firm rapid thrusts. The pain quickly evaporating since his body was craving this, almost giggling at the thought of being pinned down so effectively rendering him useless as a fuck toy. Allan's grip on his arms was strong to the point of being painful and Sampson could feel his rapid breathing suddenly getting erratic, his body tensioned for a moment with hard deep breaths before relaxing and continuing to fuck Sampson. Several times Sampson saw him do this. His legs and arms ached, the pressure on his back from his body being pressed in this strange position was uncomfortable but he could do nothing about it as Allan continued like a machine. His head flopped to the side where his eyes fell on the prize just as Allan started loud grunting sounds and his body tensioned again. Sampson let out several agonising cries as Allan slammed his hips painfully up against Sampson's arse. Almost as suddenly he began extracting his cock releasing his hold on Sampson the head popped out followed by a large stream of cum that flowed out of his arse pooling under him.

Allan breathed deeply "Man you made me cum four times" he said standing up stroking his still rock hard cock.
Sampson lost his urge to fuck since his body was still reeling. "Oh fuck I needed that" Allan said.
"Wow" Sampson said finally finding his voice his body still reeling from the intense fuck.
Allan grabbed a towel and cleaned up the cum pooled under Sampson arse "Want a beer?" he asked.
Sampson nodded "Yes please" he replied clasping his hands behind his head, his arse throbbing so hard he could feel it through his body.

Allan stood and left the bedroom walking down the stairs, Sampson glanced around and retrieved the gold chain and leant over the bed picking his trousers up and putting it safely in his pocket then resumed the same position waiting for Allan to return. Opening the bottles Allan reached up to the cupboard and reached behind some canned good retrieving the small bottle and added a few drops to one of the bottles. Securing the lid and placing it back to the hiding spot he grabbed the bottles and walked back up the stairs humming and smiling. He handed the spiked bottle to Sampson who sat up and took it without any question taking a several large gulps. 

Allan sat on the bed next to him "You thirsty then?" he asked smiling watching him drink it.
"Yes" Sampson replied shuffling up the bed leaning back next to Allan, "Very interesting sex".
Allan laughed "I am only just getting started" he replied clinking his bottle with Sampson's.
Sampson smiled "Not sure I can take that again" he said downing another gulp of beer.
"Oh you will" Allan replied glancing at him, "I am going to wreck your arse all night" he said.
"I can't stay all night" Sampson replied feeling a tingling on his tongue and feeling horny again.
"Well drink your beer and let me ride your beautifully sized cock" Allan said smiling .

Sampson chuckled and downed the rest of his beer belching softly afterwards, his cock was hard and Sampson was stroking it without realising he was doing it. He was feeling chilled and incredibly horny. Allan pulled Sampson a little way down on the bed and retrieved a condom putting it on Sampson's cock he then straddle over and eased himself down gently. Sampson laid there thinking the guy was a complete contrast and dictating how he wanted to have sex, no condom for when he fucked yet a condom when he was getting fucked, his vision clouding he sighed giggling closing his eyes enjoying the feeling of someone sexing his cock. His eyes opened and saw Allan riding his cock hard, bouncing up and down in a frenzied state. It was a strange sight of almost tunnelled vision, he could feel the guy riding his cock yet he looked so far away. Sampson thought he had grabbed hold of Allan's hips guiding him. The reality was he couldn't move his arms properly and co-ordinate them and was holding on to Allan's knees with a strange drugged smile on a his face enjoying the sex and feeling his orgasm building slowly. Allan had ridden him hard and relentless, slightly buzzed from the beer he never for one second imagine the condom would give out from his actions. The constant bouncing tearing the sides of the condom, each move opening it more until it shredded apart slipping to the base of Sampson's shaft. The precum immediately smearing the inside in a thin layer of toxic fluid. Sampson tried arching his back and pushing his hips up at the burning feeling of his balls about to explode, he chuckled with Allan grinding his arse down hard keeping him pinned against the bed. He eyelids fluttered momentarily and he moaned letting his orgasm take over shooting his toxic cum deep inside Allan's arse. In his own ramped up horny state Allan couldn't feel Sampson's orgasm or tell from his facial expression that remained so calm and tranquil with the drug fully absorbed through every inch of Sampson's body. Allan wiped his head still riding Sampson's hard cock, he stopped and slowly lifted up followed by pink slimy mess around the base of Sampson's cock and the remains of the shredded condom.

Allan panicked and ran to the bathroom grabbing the shower attachment and douching his arse to get rid of the cum, the actions coming a little too late as the damage was done and already infiltrated his defences. He returned to the bedroom and looked at Sampson who laid there with his eyes closed, Allan cleaned up Sampson's cock and the shredded condom then rolled him on to his stomach, setting the video up on his phone to record he mounted the semi conscious Sampson, angling his head so it faced the phone he began taking his time fucking with hard deep thrusts where Sampson moaned but unable to move his body. Allan turned to his phone ramping up the fucking, his tongue hanging out of his mouth smiling in to the camera as he fucked the limp body hard until he blew his load exaggerating his orgasm for the camera. Grabbing the phone he leaned up positioning the phone showing him taking his raw cock out of Sampson's arse that now gaped open. He tapped the hole and watched it slowly closing in on itself with a dribble of cum escaping. Several more times he did this over the course of the night keeping his cock inside Sampson's arse as he slept. Waking during the night he pushed up closer to Sampson forcing him back on to his stomach to fuck him again and again.

Sampson started stirring and rubbed his head that was banging, trying to move he found his body was wrapped in two muscular arms that held on to him tightly. His movement caused Allan to wake and his cock spring to life, Sampson moaned and pushed at Allan's hips trying to push them away releasing he still had cock buried in his now painfully sore arse. Allan desperately wanted to fuck him but Sampson was pushing harder, defeated he extracted it in a deliberate slow movement adding a few jabs before pulling all the way out. Sampson felt the arms releasing him and he rolled on his back then sat upright looking at the man in bed next to him who was smiling affectionately at him. Sampson couldn't remember a dam thing after drinking a beer, partly freaked out he scrambled over to the side of the bed.

"Morning" Allan said smiling up at Sampson, "Want to fuck before you leave?" he asked stroking Sampson's back.
Sampson shrugged him off "What the fuck happened to me last night?" he asked in an angry tone.
Allan smiled "We had sex" he replied casually, "Actually quite a lot of sex, dam you were good" he said in a satisfied purring sound.
Sampson shakily stood looking for his clothes "I can't remember anything and I wasn't drunk" he remarked.
Allan got out of bed putting his shorts on. "I will be late" Sampson said worryingly.
"Thanks for last night I really enjoyed myself" Allan said with his tone now making it clear they were done and he was to leave.

The problem was Sampson couldn't remember anything and was oblivious to the fact he had in essence been drugged and literally date raped by Allan all night. Sampson finished dressing and felt the chain in his pocket as Allan escorted him to the door and pulled him around kissing him again, his hands roaming around Sampson's body who tried to stop him from going near his pocket. Desperately he tried to inch away but the muscular arms held him close and keeping their mouths locked in a kiss that he really didn't want but was somewhat enjoying it. Finally he felt his body being released and the door opening, Sampson walked out in to the morning air, his head still pounding and he walked away quickly. The entire walk was spent trying to recount why he couldn't remember anything or even how he ended up staying the night.

Allan returned to the bedroom changing the bed linen and started looking for his gold chain that he remembered taking off and discarding on the bed, it was vital he found it being an anniversary present from his husband, he spent hours searching every nook and cranny of the bedroom then emptied the washing machine still unable to locate it anywhere. He stood in the utility room certain that the chain was on the bed and then probably fell to the floor, he remembered Sampson asking him to take it off before the realisation hit home, had he stolen it? Fortunately his husband was not due home for a couple of days and he knew where the chain was purchased and would have to go out and replace it to avoid any awkward conversation on his return. Allan picked up some remains of the condom before putting it all in a bag and taking it over to the litter bin in that park on his way out to buy a replacement chain. He thought nothing more of the condom breaking or that he had unintentionally gifted himself by riding Sampson's cock so hard. During the day he watched the videos over and over of him fucking the drugged guy, he loved the way his face looked at the camera during the orgasm sections. He edited the videos posting them on Fuckhub under the title 'Roofied Breeding', he was careful to obscure much of his face leaving Sampson's fully visible. Things carried on as normal after his husband Mark returned from his trip, Allan tried to send a message to Sampson to ask if he had taken his gold chain only to find he was blocked from messaging him.

Sampson arrived back in a flurry failing to notice Marlon watching him. Inside his caravan he went searching for some pain killers then sitting on the floor retrieving the trinket box from under the bed he place the gold chain in there looking at it briefly before pushing back under just as Marlon appeared.

"Where were you, I called round at 9 but you weren't here?" Marlon asked walking in.
Sampson stood up. "You did an all nighter with a guy?" Marlon asked sitting on the bed looking at him.
Sampson sat next to him "I can't remember anything after drinking a beer" he said worryingly.
Marlon laughed "He spiked your drink" he informed Sampson, "Is that the last thing you remember?".
Sampson nodded "Yeah I drank the beer and my tongue tingled a bit" he said getting undressed to shower.
"Definitely spiked Samps" Marlon said shaking his head, "You were lucky he didn't want to kill you".
"Okay Marlon!" Sampson said angrily "I don't want to talk about it right now" he said feeling ashamed and boiling in anger at this guy.
"You got 10 minutes or I leave without you" Marlon standing up, "Fucking idiot" he mumbled walking out.

Sampson waited until Marlon was out of sight then opened up the app and blocked Allan from messaging him then took a quick shower feeling how tender his arse was in the process. He couldn't quite believe how easy it was for someone to spike a drink so deceitfully like that, what was worse he could slowly remember parts where the guy was sat across him riding his cock hard.

A few days had passed and Allan got a message on Fuckhub from a person over in Cambridge who said he recognised the guy getting fucked and wanted to track him down. They exchanged a few messages back and forth before it was revealed to Allan that the guy had stolen his silver ring. Allan replied informing Gav that he had indeed stolen from him as well, the biggest revelation was Allan telling Gav that his name was Sampson and he was finding out about the antics of the thief from Cambridge to St. Albans and now Banbury. One thing Allan didn't expect when he read the latest message was hearing that the thief was poz and probably not on any medication. That news alone sent Allan in to a frenzy worried about how his husband would react knowing there was every chance he had infected himself from riding Sampson so hard that evening, this was something he couldn't hide and his infidelity would be forced in to the open. Each day Allan was finding more and more messages from weird guys who actually wanted him to roofie them and do the same just like in his videos. The temptation was proving hard to fight but for now he needed to restrain his sexual urges, it was hard as he loved being able to roofie guys then use them.

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      Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole.
       
      “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!”
       
      “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me.
       
      “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded.
       
      “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock.
       
      “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!”
       
      “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” 
       
      Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. 
       
      Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” 
       
      Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock."
       
      “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.”  Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. 
       
      Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. 
       
      After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” 
       
      I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. 
       
      With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.”
       
      My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.”
       
      “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” 
       
      I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more.
      Edited July 31 by drscorpio 
      Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37 
    • By Rick19421942
      I have had sex with guys that were good in bed but, once they cum, lose interest in sex or maybe want to just get up and leave.  I hate it when that happens!
        Being mostly a Bottom, I can understand it to some degree.  I love a cock in my ass even after I cum and can't get hard for a while again.  I know it's different for a Top, as far as always being able to keep fucking after he cums.
        What I can't understand is laying next to a naked guy who turns him on enough that he wanted to fuck him and doesn't want to fool around until his is able to get it up again.
        My buddy and I fuck all the time and what I really love is spending the night and sleeping together.  We have the whole night, no pressure to get it up again right away and when we wake during the night hard, all he has to do is slip it back into my still wet and slippery cum filled hole.
        When he spends the night, we usually take Viagra so it's easier to keep him hard after he cums or, at least, get him up again sooner.   I like to finish off spooning on our sides.  With the Viagra, I can usually talk dirty to him, reach between my legs and play with his balls after he cums and keep him hard enough that he doesn't slip out of my ass.
        Oh, how I love to drift off to sleep after a good fucking and orgasm with a hard cock still in my cum drenched ass!  If we manage to actually fall to sleep with him still hard enough to stay in me, I know he slips out right away but, falling to sleep in that post orgasmic bliss with the feeling of his cock inside me is so wonderful!
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