Malik and the Sad Man

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5 minutes ago, N2Poz said:

Ik weet zeker dat het heet zou zijn! Weet u niet zeker waar u zich bevindt?

Hoe lang ben je poz? Ik neem aan dat je giftig bent ... wat zijn je # 's, enz.?

 

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Part 7

Several weeks, almost a month, had passed since Malik’s coffee “date” with his sad man.  Eddy had redirected the notification if he came to the bathhouse.  Malik had his number from his training form, but that felt a little intrusive.  Things had generally returned to normal across all the businesses, with the added excitement of Ashton’s coming wedding.

Malik was coming out of the showers, he had just training and being fucked by a client.  Malik’s pension for drinking cum was a known fact.  Clients and the family both had stopped seeding his hole, pulling out at the last minute to shoot the load down his throat.  Malik walking back onto the gym floor in his compression shorts, holding his shirt.   He overheard Chris asking “new trainee” questions ending with, “I think he can fit you in; at that time, I will put it in the system.”.  Chris turned around to Malik, “Shane just booked a month of daily training sessions with you.”  Malik was shocked. He was concerned he had scared his sad man off. He hadn’t been to the club.  “When does he want to start,” Malik asked.  “Monday evening, he will be your last at 7 pm.  I hope that’s ok, makes a long day for you.  I can move a couple of clients to the new trainers to give you a longer afternoon break,” Chris offered.  Malik liked working kept his mind busy, he genuinely enjoyed his work.  Malik couldn’t wait till Monday night.

It was Monday morning. Malik was acting like a giddy schoolgirl.  He asked Chris if there was a wide cock ring anywhere.  Chris said, “you want to push that monster in your pants even further out?”  I have a feeling you intimidate him enough already; let’s not plump anything up.  Chris was right. Malik did need to reign it in a bit.  The days typically went by fast; today seemed to drag on forever.  Malik was working with a client at the back of the gym when Shane came in; Chris greeted him and started him on the standard paperwork.  Chris heald off on measurements. He would let Malik do them.  Shane had a pair of non-descript back shorts and a workout shirt.  There wasn’t anything form-fitting, if anything, Shane was trying to hide his body.  Malik finished with his client, grabbed a bottle of water, and went to meet his new client.  He handed the bottle of water to Shane.

Malik took Shane into the consultation room, where Malik would do measurements and talk goals.  Malik made sure to take thorough measurements; it was an excuse to get his hands on his sad man.  He asked Shane what problem areas he had and any past injuries.  Shane replied, “it’s mostly the outside that’s a problem.”  Malik started to laugh, putting Shane at ease.  Malik asked, “what brought you back?  I am glad you decided to come back here.”  Shane answered that things at home had changed. He had more free time and funds.  Malik didn’t ask particulars. He assumed the aunt had passed.

Malik walked Shane through some basic exercises.  Shane did better than expected, Malik didn’t have high expectations.  Malik had seen Shane naked and knew he wasn’t someone that had spent much or any time at the gym.  While Shane needed to drop weight, his 6’3 frame was able to spread the fat.  Shave weighed heavier than Malik thought he would.  When Shane couldn’t do something well, Malik could tell Shane had a fierce internal monologue of self-deprivation.  The finished the workout, it was only Malik and Shane in the gym.  Malik asked if Shane was going to shower before they headed out for coffee.  Shane paused, “I didn’t know we were going out for coffee?”  Malik smiled.  Shane said he could go home, take a shower and be back in an hour.  Malik said, “we have showers here, and it’s only us.  Do you have regular clothes to wear?”  Shane always carried an extra change of clothes.  Malik smiled, “let’s walk out to your car and get them, shower, and get coffee or we can get a drink.  I usually don’t have my client’s drink after a workout, today is an exception.”  Shane thought a drink sounded good, would take his nerves off.  They walked out to Shane’s car and got a change of clothes.

Shane headed off to the shower, Malik followed.  Shane looked at Malik, “you going to shower too? You look like you just had one.  I know you didn’t sweat working my fat ass.”  Malik did a commanding walk up to Shane, “look me in the eye.”  Shane looked down.  “There are two things you need to know.  First, I will take as many damn showers as I want and with who I want.  The second, no using the “f” word around me,” Malik said in a stern and playful tone.”  Shane cracked a smile “I can’t say fuck?”  Malik quickly replied, “you know what f word I am talking about, now go and shower.  I will be there to wash your back.”  They were in the shower where Malik was helping Shane “wash his back.”  Malik was washing but also having some fun which Shane was not objecting to.  When Malik got close to Shane’s hole, that wasn’t going to happen.  Shane always made sure he was clean, but he wasn’t ready for that just yet.  They turned off the water, Shane turned to step out and dry off.  Malik caught Shane by surprise with a kiss.  Shane didn't reciprocate the kiss.  Malik back off, “everything ok?”  Shane was drying off, “do you and your boyfriend have an open relationship? I don’t want to get in the middle of anything.”  Malik replied, “what boyfriend? If I have one, it would be news to me.”  “I figured you and Chris were together,” Shane replied.  Malik smiled, “I can assure you Chris, and I are not together.  We have fucked more times than I can count, but we are not now nor ever have been in a relationship.  I can’t turn down that ass.”  Shane smile, “I couldn’t turn it down either.”  Malik, dropped his town and bent over, showing Shane his muscle ass and twitching hole.  “Would you turn it down for this,” Malik asked.  Shane let out a soft “fuck.”  Malik smiled, “I just showered if you want a taste.”  Shane would normally have jumped at the chance but held back.  “Where did you want to go for a drink,” Shane asked.  Malik took the hint and stood up.  “I thought we would go to The Tom,” Malik replied.  Shane said he had heard of it, but knew you needed to book in advance.  Malik replied I know the bartender (referring to Jake).

The two dressed and headed off for The Tom.  When they walked in, Shane was struck by the grandeur of the lobby.  They walked up to Jake. He was shirtless, wearing a worn jockstrap and leather chaps.  Jake loved how the ensemble made his ass look.  The two went up to the bar and introduced Shane to Jake.  Jake gave Malik a knowing smile.  Jake poured the drinks, asking if either of them had toured the place.  Malik had only been to the bar. Shane had never been here.  Jake called the assistant manager he hired to work the bar and offered the two a tour.  Jake didn’t open the doors to each large playrooms; he explained in detail what was behind each door.

Jake had memorized Tom’s speech when he gave the family the tour. He did his best to stay to that script.  It was both an excellent way to describe The Tom and pay homage to the Tom and built it.  They got to the “Find” room.  Jake explained that’s where chasers meet gifters.  Malik realized that he and Shane had not talked about status, let alone chasing and gifting.  Malik was concerned that Shane would not be ok, and would leave.  Shane asked Jake, “most of the guys in there are poz tops?”  Jake said, “yea, unless they are chasing, then they are bottoms.”  “I don’t know why but poz guys are the best in bed.  They have freedom and enjoyment of sex you rarely get with neg men,” Shane said.  That took Malik and Jake by surprise.  Jake casually asked Shane if he was poz.  Shane said he was neg on PreP but loved poz cock when he could get it.

Malik was confused, Shane was sexually open, but when Malik offered himself to Shane, he declined the invitation.  Jake finished the tour and noticed the men had finished their drinks.  Jake brought them back to the bar, was about to pour another when Shane stopped him.  Shane explained he had to drive home and didn’t want to drive impaired.  Jake said, “since you are a Malik friend, I can give you a room, on the house.  This way, you can drink if you like and don’t have to drive.”  Shane politely declined.  Jake put a bottle of water on the bar for Shane.  They talked for almost an hour, nothing of any consequence.  Shane said he was tired after his workout and needed to head home.  Malik asked if he could walk him to his car, Shane accepted the offer.  When they got to Shane’s car, Malik pinned Shane against the car.  The little liquid courage they had at the bar was making Malik slightly more aggressive than otherwise would have been.  He could feel Shane's hard cock pushing against him.  Malik said how much he liked spending time with Shane and that he was his new client.  Malik moved in for a kiss.  Shane deflected it, “you this friendly with all your new clients?”  Malik said, “no, just the one that I like.”  Shane turned his body enough to create space for him to open his car door.  “Same time tomorrow?”  Shane asked.  Malike replied in a cheery voice, “absolutely.”  Malik didn’t want to show he was sad that Shane pushed him away.

Shane didn’t enjoy the ride home. He contemplated sending an email to Chris to cancel his sessions.  Shane didn’t care if he was out the money. He was a bit frightened by Malik.  Shane couldn’t understand why Malik was interested in him.  He had purchased a month's worth of daily training.  Shane got home, going straight to bed.  Hopefully, his dreams would be quieter than his head was now.

Malik went back to the The Tom to talk to Jake.  When he opened the door, Jacob was fucking his brother behind the bar.  Jake was holding a glass under the head of his cock.  You could hear the sound of his cock piercing when it hit the side of the glass.  Jake said, “I had Jacob come over to fuck a load out of me, we could drink to you meeting your sad man.”  Malik thanked the pair, who knew something had gone amiss.  Jake said, “whatever it is, we will figure it out.  However, you are still going to drink the load by brother fucks out of me.”  Malik went up to the bar, watching the incest muscle sex.  Seeing Jake and Jacob fuck always made his poz cock juices flow.

Jake nutted into the glass. Jacob pulled out of his brother and dropped his load into the glass as well.  Jacob looked at Malik, “it looked like it was going to be a two-shot conversation.”  Malik smiled.

Shane showed up the next day for his training session in the same outfit as the one before only grey, and Malik put him through an easier set of movements.  Shane wouldn’t know the difference, only that he performed better.  Malik didn’t want Shane getting discouraged.  They had the usual banter during their workout but nothing sexual.  Malik’s talk with Jake and Jacob ended with Malik letting up on Shane and waiting till Shane was ready.  This workout only situation held for the rest of the month, the end of Shanes's first month.  It was time for measurement and weight.  Based on his initial measurements, there was a good amount of improvement.  Ashton asked Shane if he wanted to have a celebratory dinner.  Shane joked, “I worked hard to lose weight; now you want me to put it back on?”  Malik promised he would make sure it was a healthy balanced meal.  Shane agreed to Malik’s surprise.

Shane has softened a bit toward Malik. He was more comfortable than that first day.  Malik knew of a place that specialized in health-conscious food with incredible flavor.  That would make it easy to order anything off the menu.  Shane went home, thoroughly cleaned himself inside and out, put on a jockstrap, a pair of jeans, and a button-down shirt.  He saw the changes in the mirror. Shane wasn’t expecting massive changes in a month. Any slightly noticeable progress was more than enough.

Shane picked up Malik at the gym, they headed out for dinner.  The conversation revolved around what the next month's routines were going to be.  Shane complimented Malik on expanding his frame.  Malik didn’t tell Shane he was only getting back to his old weight.  Shane got up to use the restroom, and Malik caught a peek of a traditional jockstrap waste band.  His cock twitched.  Malik had worked hard to control himself around Shane, he needed to know why Shane wasn’t interested.  Malik wasn't arrogant to think that he was attractive to every guy.  He could tell his sad man was holding back.

Shane got back to the table, and the server had cleared the table.  Malik order drinks as a nightcap to close off their evening and congratulatory celebration of Shane’s progress.  Shane knew Malik was dying to ask him something, “what’s up, you look like you have a question you want to ask but won’t.”  It came out faster than Malik intended, “why are you interested in me?”  Shane could tell by the excessively tight shirt Malik was wearing that something was going on.

“It’s not that I am not attracted to you; who wouldn’t be.  I won’t put myself out there with guys like you.”  Malik was a little insulted by the “guys like you” statement but didn’t let it show.  Malik asked, “what do you mean?”  Shane explained, “guys like you go out with guys like Chris.  The hot studs, the ones that go to the parties, have the friends all of it.  I have seen you with your friends that are different forms of stunning.  What I am trying to say is guys like you don’t go for guys like me.  That’s how things go, and if I want a guy like you, then I have to look like a guy like you.  That’s why I joined the gym, I asked for you as a trainer because I knew you.  I don’t want to dream of something that could never be true.  The only time I get guys like you is when I pay for them.”  Malik was now officially insulted, he didn’t have anything against escorts (he had fucked many), but he was proud of his craft.  Both industries are known for their hot guys doesn’t make them the same.

Malik in a low voice, “I should be mad. Some of the things you said are hurtful, and there is also some truth in what you said.  I do understand what your feeling, I was you.”  Shane apologized then asked what Malik meant.  Malik pulled out his phone and told the story of his jock and the journey that landed him at The Gym.  The conversation took a turn from there, and both men started to open up.  There was a lot more to Shane than just not being part of the popular kids' group.  At this moment, Malik was happy he wasn’t pushing him away.

Malik paid the check and asked Shane if he would drop him off at The Gym or he could get an Uber.  Shane replied, “you can ride with me, but I am going straight home.”  Malik smiled and got in the car.  They went to Shane’s apartment. The moment the door closed, Malik pounced on Shane.  Malik kissed with passion and furry.  Malik straddled Shane’s hips; if they were naked, he would be impaled on Shane’s cock.  Malik looked down, “my sad man.”  He took Shane’s hand, pressing it to his chest where his heart was.  “Bodies change, it’s what I do for a living.  What doesn’t change is the heart, what is deep down the core of who you are.  Some people are malevolent and cruel.  Then there are others, kind and tender. You, my sad man, are kind and tender.  I don’t know your life’s story that made you build such walls, but I know your pain.  I am attracted to the person you are deep down, the person you want to discover.  I want to take the time to get to know you, and you can get to know me.  Can we start with that?”  Shane shook his head yes, “but can we start somewhere else?”  That question caught Malik off guard, “where do you want to start.”  Shane had a mischievous grin, “I would love to you up on that offer to eat that ass of yours.”  Malik smiled, “who said the offer is still good?”  “The wet spot in your pants, at least I wore a jockstrap to dinner.”

Malik stood up, then easily pulled Shane to his feet. They hurried to the bedroom.  Malik pushed Shane onto the bed and flipped him over onto his back.  Malik was going to run this show. His sad man had tortured him enough.  Malik looked down, “that’s a nice shirt.”  Shane replied, “it old, but I…”  Malik ripped open the shirt sending buttons flying across the room.  Malik had been smelling Shane’s musk for a month. Now it was time for a taste.  He lifted Shane’s arms over this head and held them tight, and he dove into Shane’s pit.  Shane rapidly inhaled. He loved the taste of sweat, the musk of another man, and all other things pig sex.  Malik continued his assault on Shane’s body, working his way down.  Shane felt a little self-conscious when Malik was kissing his soft tummy.  Malik undid Shanes pants, moved the jockstrap to the side.  Shane’s hard 10” drooling cock slapped him in the face.  Malik took Shane’s meat in his mouth till his chin rested on Shane’s balls.  Shane was in ecstasy; only a couple of guys could deep throat him.  Malik knew how to relax and breathe. He could stay there till his jaw got tired.  Shane tried to move. Malik had tight control over Shane’s body.  Malik pulled Shane’s cock from is throat.  “What do you want my sad man?”  Malik asked.  Shane smiled, “are you actually commando under your jeans?”  Malik replied, “only one way to find out.”

Malik didn't rip his clothes off, and he gave Shane a show.  He slowly took off his shirt.  He bent down and covered Shane’s face with his furry pit.  Shane was in heat.  Malik let Shane give each pit a good cleaning.  Malik got off the bed and turned. Facing away from Shane, he slowly pulled his pants down.  He wasn’t wearing anything. Shane saw that familiar winking furry hole.  Shane moved like he was going to mount Shane’s face but instead went back to straddling his waist.  This time Shane’s cock was out and rubbing the top of Malik’s ass crack.  Malik knew taking his cock was going to be something.

Malik turned around, putting his face in Shane’s ass.  Shane dove into Malik’s hole.  Shane may be new to the gym; he was an Olympic competitor in eating ass.  Malik's eyes rolled back, and he deep throated and slobbered all over Shane’s cock.  Once’s Shane’s cock was good and slick, Malik turned and sunk the entire hog into his twitching hole.  A low growl came from both men.  Malik proceeded to fuck himself on Shane’s cock.  Malik pulled himself off Shane's cock, flipped on his back, and pulled his knees to his ears.  Shane plunged his cock deep into Malik.  Shane fucked Malik hard till Malik said he was getting close.  Shane pulled out to Malik’s dismay.  Shane spits on his hand and rubbed Malik’s drooling cock.  He buried Malik’s stinger into his hole.  Malik tried to protest, said he is poz.  That was the wrong thing to tell Shane. He loved poz cock.  Shane leaned down into Malik’s ear, “take that poz cock and destroy my neg hole, show me you want me.”  Malik fucked Shane hard and deep.  Shane said he was close; Malik told him to catch his cum in his hand.  Malik dropped a massive load of toxic seed into Shane.  Once Malik finished putting his toxin in Shane’s hole, he flipped Shane over and sucked out Shane’s neg nectar.  The two fell asleep in each other's arms.

The family was getting worried it was getting later, and there was no work from Malik.  They tried his cell it rang and went to voicemail.  They were overprotective, but that wasn’t going to deter Chris.  Chris went to Eddy, can you find his phone.  Eddy said, “yes but…”  Chris snapped, “I heard you say yes, now give me a fucking address.”  Jackson tried to calm Chris down, to no avail.  Eddy found the address and gave it to Chris, whose face was cherry red with anger and concern.  Chris looked at the address, “wait a fucking minute.  Eddy opened the training program, look up a client of Malik his name is Shane.  What’s Shane’s address?  Eddy rattled it off, and it matched where the phone was.  Chris felt stupid, but the family understood. They all felt the same way.

The family wasn’t going to let Chris get away with snapping at Eddy and being a bully.  Jackson walked up to Chris, put his hand on his shoulder.  “Son, you know what has to be done.  You can’t lose yourself like that, I am sorry, but we have rules for a reason.  You understand that I do this teach you a lesson.”  Shane nodded that he understood.  Shane went into the pigpen and found the family jockstrap, and put it on.  “Jackson, took him by the shoulders and looked Chris in the eye.  Tonight you went over the line, and your punishment has to fit the crime.  You and that raunchy jock need to go down to the bathhouse and get 50 guys to give you a load.  Take this pen and have them put a mark on your back; when you get fifty, you can come home.  Do you know what happens when you come home?”  Chris shook his head yes.  “good, you will get plowed by the entire family, you will be gaged, you will not make a sound, and you will not cum.  Tonight you will go to bed with a cum full hole and cum full balls.  Tomorrow at noon, your punishment will be over, and you can drain your sac anyway you want.”  Chris nodded that he understood.  Chris looked at Eddy, “I am sorry I snapped at you. Will you punch fuck my sac empty tomorrow, after my punishment.”  Eddy got up walked to Chris, “yes, big man, I will.”  Eddy kissed Chris on the forehead.  Jackson walked Chris to the bathhouse to collect his cum.

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Part 8

For the first time, Jason came into the bathhouse, having just turned 18 a couple of months ago.  He was a wrestling team member, came out in high school, and very accepting parents.  He hadn’t decided if he wanted to go to college or find a job and work his way up.  Today was Jason's first-time g around this many gay men at one time, and they were all wearing towels or less.  He was like a kid in a candy store.  He had a solid build from wrestling. He was bulky muscle, not as shredded and lean as some of the guys he saw.  Jason was proud of his body, and he had built it just the way he liked it.  Jason wasn’t an arrogant kid, and when he saw his ass in the mirror, he would fuck it.  Wandering around the club, lots of men took notice, and he was a good-looking teenager.

Jason had purchased a locker, stripped down, and put on a towel wrapped tightly around his waist.  Jason was excited and nervous, and he was also a virgin.  He had his share of makeout sessions and hand jobs but nothing more.  Jason parent’s kept him in an excellent private school.  It was a school that focused on academics and sports but never gave preferential treatment to the jocks.  The school was a religious one, not accepting of gay kids.  The school was careful not to disparage, and they didn’t want to run afoul of the law.  When Jason came out to his parents at the beginning of his high school year, they offered to move him to a more accepting school.  Jason had friends, liked his coach. He went to school to study and play sports, not get laid.  His school was known for sending kids to successful careers in sports and placements at top-tier colleges.  Jason didn’t take the close-minded attitudes of the school to heart.

Jason walked around the bathhouse, enjoying all the eye candy.  He received plenty of offers to play but he was too scared.  His school had done him a disservice in the STD environment.  They chose to teach morals rather than science.  Jason couldn’t deal with the idea of being celibate. He was a horny teenager.  He went to the bathhouse to be around other gay men and jerk off, his “itch” would be scratched, and then go home.

Jason saw his own wet dream walk by him. The guy didn’t notice him; he was obviously working.  The guy was dressed in a polo and pained on jeans, with zippers in every place you would want them.  Jason was in heat the minute he saw this stud.

Dean had noticed Jason; he could easily spot “new gays.”  He had never seen this hunky kid before but didn’t have time to chat.  He would usually introduce himself, make someone young feel invited, not just “new meat.”

Jason took his time inspecting all the club sections, the darkroom, pool jacuzzi, sauna, guys in all the various sized rooms.  Jason’s cock had taken notice; it stayed in various stages of erect the entire time.  Jason decided the jacuzzi would be a place to start. The water would deter guys from feeling him up.  His school gave him a good education and a great body, had done a terrible disservice in sex education.  Jason was afraid of a blowjob or a handjob from a guy he didn’t know.

Jason took his towel off, entered the water.  There was only one guy there. He had a pair of new earbuds, had his head back, eyes closed, and enjoying his music.  That was ideal for Jason, and this guy was the picture of perfection.  Jason didn’t realize he had started stroking his cock under the hot water.  Another guy wearing only a jockstrap walked up behind the hunk and tapped him on the shoulder.  The hunk opened his eyes.  Jason couldn’t hear the conversation. He did hear the man in the tub address the man in the jockstrap as Ashton.  Ashton was equally hot. The jockstrap made his bubble butt look incredible.  Ashton took notice of Jason because he was new and a great slab of beef.  Ashton had come by to tell Malik that Chris was looking for him.  Malik had left his phone in a locker; the music was streaming from his watch to his earbuds.  Malik got out of the Jacuzzi, his furry muscle body dripping wet.  Jason almost blew his load under the water.  He stopped himself, thinking it would be against the rules to cum in the hot tub.  Ashton decided he would stay and introduce himself to the new stud.  He took off his jockstrap, releasing his pierced, plump cock.  Jason again had to hold back from blowing his load.

Ashton moved over to see what Jason was working with under the water.  He was greeted by a nice handful of cock, and uncut.  The only uncut cock he got regularly was David’s.  Ashton asked Jason if he wanted to go someplace more private, Jason politely refused.  Ashton continued working the teenager's shaft.  He could tell Jason was getting close.  Ashton whispered, “feed it to me.”  Jason was going to risk catching something by putting his cock in Ashton’s mouth.  Jason’s cock may have been hard, but his unfounded paranoia was as firm as his cock.  Ashton went in for a kiss, Jason responded hesitantly.  Ashton quickly put it together that this kid was probably new to all of this.  Ashton backed off, “you ever been here before?”  Jason a little at ease, “my first time.”  “You ever been to any other bathhouses, clubs, or sex clubs?”  Ashton probed, trying to assess the situation.  Jason said, “I turned 18 a couple of weeks ago, and this is the first gay place I have ever been.”  Ashton figured he was young, this kid was brand new, and he was swimming in deep waters at a bathhouse.

Ashton moved close to Jason, putting his arm around Jason’s shoulders.  Jason saw Ashton’s nipple piercings and his cock release precum into the hot water.  Ashton, in a fatherly tone, “there are a couple of things you need to know.  The first is never do anything you don’t want to, and don’t let anyone talk you into it.  Second, if you need anything, you can usually find my fiance. He is the only one here in a polo shirt and tight jeans.”  Ashton continued to get to know Jason, he was a good kid.  As they talked, he realized that Jason was a little scrambled when it came to STD’s, safe sex, raw sex, etc.  Ashton explained that a doctor specializing in medical services for gay men had a nurse come in once a week for complimentary STD checks.  Given Jason was almost a virgin, Ashton recommended he talk to the nurse and get accurate medical information.  Jason thanked him, the two sat in the tub a while longer.

Ashton got out of the tub first.  He wanted to cool off in the pool.  He made sure to get out slow, giving Jason all the eye candy he wanted.

Malik went to see Chris, who was in a sling getting pounded by a small group of men.  Malik walked up and stood naked next to Chris.  “What’s up boss,” Malik asked while Chris was getting pounded.  Chris wanted to know how things went with his sad man, since Malik didn’t come home last night.  Malik apologized for not calling and told the story of his night with Shane.

Over the next several weeks, Shane and Malik were getting closer; Malik spent more time at Shane’s place.  It made the commute hell, but it was worth it.  Shane finally asked why Malik referred to him as the “sad man.”  Malik was honest, telling Shane he saw in him the pain he used to carry; he also didn’t know his name.  Shane smiled, the two still smelling of sex and sweat after a long fuck session.

Over the next several weeks, Shane and Malik were getting closer, almost inseparable.  Shane continued to train, see significant improvements in his body.  Malik kept him on a strict diet, promising he would offset the food Shane missed with cum.

Every night Malik and Shane would have passionate and animal sex, with both taking turns seeding each other.  It was never a thought to Malik that Shane was on PreP. The sex was incredible.  The two were quickly falling in love.  One Friday night, after a heavy workout, Malik asked if Shane wanted to stay at his place.  Shane said, “I thought you lived with a bunch of guys, are they ok with you bring a guy home.”  Malik smiled, “they are not just ok with it, it’s encouraged.”  Shane agreed.  Malik said, “I want to warn you, they are a very sexually open group, and they are all poz.”  Shane replied with an evil grin, “your poz, and you breed me. The more poz cum, the better.  But, you’re the one I am in love with.”  That caused both of them to freeze. The “L” word had yet to be said.  Malik tackled Shane to the ground and kissed him deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance.  In a quick motion, Malik had his compression pants off. He ripped open Shane's workout shorts.  Malik spun around, gave Shane’s cock a few deep throat plunges.  Malik’s throat slime and Shane’s drooling cock made it easy for Shane to sink deep into Malik.

Shane’s cock probing the depths of Malik.  Malik went down and whispered into Shane’s ear, “make love to me.”  Shane started a slow, steady rhythm, dragging the head of his cock over Malik’s prostate.  Malik’s stinger was dripping its venom on Ashton’s damp workout shirt.  The two were bonding together, lost in their passion.  They were fucking in the middle of the gym floor, and no one was scheduled after Shane.  Chris walked in and saw the two on the floor. He could tell when two guys were doing more than just getting their rocks off.  He made a quiet exit, locking the door behind him.  The two spent the next several hours locked together.  Malik had shredded Shane’s clothes both in passion and purpose.  The two finally releasing their lust, Shane depositing into Malik, Malik spilled his poison on Shane.  Malik started licking up the toxic cum off Shane.  Shane looked, “why don’t we share that?”  The two joined in a cum kiss, pushing Malike’s load between the two.  Shane swallowed the ball of cum and spit.

The two got up and went to shower. Shane mentioned Malik had destroyed his clothes.  Malik’s back to was to Shane as they were walking to the shower.  Shane didn’t see the smile on Malik’s face.  Malik said, “I am sure Chris has something you can wear.  I will check his locker. You go take a shower.”  Malik knew that the only thing Chris kept at the gym was his compression gear.  Malik grabbed a shirt and leggings and hung them on a peg outside the shower area.  The two finished, Shane asking Malik what I found.  Malik handed him the compression wear.  Shane knew they were going to meet Malik’s friends, he wasn’t going to wear compression clothing.  Shane said, “I can’t wear that I am to…”  Malik interrupted, “if you say the f word, you will have me 20 pushups.”  Shane knew it wasn’t an idle threat, and the workout was grueling.  He put on the compression clothing.

The two went up to the condo to meet the family.  They opened the door to the condo.  Malik told the family he was bringing Shane for dinner.  The two walked in, Shane immediately embarrassed; every guy here was in some form of incredibly fit.  Shane’s body had improved his self-image still needed some work.  Shane desperately wanted to run.  Eddy walked up to Shane, “Chris, you can stop cooking.  Malik brought dinner.”  That made Shane smile.  Chris turned, “those look good on you.  You can keep them if you promise to workout in them.  No more of that baggy shit; show off what you have.  I see you work hard every day, be proud of yourself.”  Chris had a way of making people feel at ease.  They all sat down to another one of Chris’s meals.  After dinner, Jackson asked Shane if Malik told him about the pigpen.  Shane said, inquisitively, “no.”  Jackson said, let me give you a tour.  The two went into the grand bedroom. His sons had already lowered the sling.  Shane asked lots of questions about the construction and design.  Shane was an architect for a local firm.

Shane asked how Jackson had attached the sling. Jackson showed how it could be moved around the room and could hold a half-ton of weight.  Jackson suggested Shane get into the sling, Shane headed toward the sling.  Jackson stopped him, “I am sorry we have a house rule.  No clothing in the sling except for a jockstrap.”  Shane said, “I don’t have a jock on.”  Jackson said, “you can go naked or, I can get you one.”  Jackson called Chris, “you have a jock he can wear.”  Chris, without hesitation, “absolutely.”  Chris got undressed and gave Shane the jock off his ass.  Shane put on the jock. It was still warm from Chris’s balls.

Shane got into the sling. Jackson asked if he like poppers.  Shane loved poppers, turned him into a dick pig.  Jackson said, “try these; they are the club’s formula.”  Shane took a couple of deep hits and immediately started to figure fuck himself.  Jackson and Jake watched and Shane worked his hungry hole.  Malik walked in on the scene,  “what you two doing with my boyfriend?”  “Boyfriend,” Chris said with a smile.  Jackson said, “It looks like your boyfriend want’s some cock.”  Jackson looked at Shane, giving him another hit of poppers, “you want my cock.”  Shane muttered, “I need dick.”  Jackson looked at Malik, “is it ok if I fuck your boyfriend.”  Malik smiled, “he asked for it.”

The rest of the family came into the pigpen.  For the next several hours, Malik balanced on Chris’s face while they all took turns seeding his hole.  When the event was over.  Malik dismounted his boyfriend and stuffed his cock into the cum filled hole.  Malik gave Shane the last load of the night.  Malik plugged Shane’s ass, “It a tradition, besides you don’t want to leak cum in the bed.”  The family, Malik, and Shane tucked in for the night.

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Part 9

Things between Malik and the sad man were getting serious.  Jacob had dropped a hit about knowing a good place for a wedding.  Malik and Shane were not ready for that, but they were committed to each other.  The two were still pigs and could often be found at the bathhouse putting on a show or having a good time with other patrons.  They loved each other. That didn’t mean they could still be bareback sex pigs.  Malik was almost living at Shane’s apartment, who he shared with a roommate.  The lease was in the roommate's name.  Shane and his roommate always got along.  When Shane started bringing Malik home, the friendship Shane and his roommate started to deteriorate.

Malik overheard the roommate talking to someone on the phone.  The roommate didn’t understand how a guy like Shane could get a guy like Malik.  Shane was in the shower, he didn’t hear the roommates conversation.  Malik would love nothing more than to tell the roommate to fuck off, but the lease was in his name.  The roommate had a good body, it didn’t hold a candle to Malik.  Malik had put back all the weight he lost and added a few extra pounds of lean muscle.  Shane was still in the shower. Malik stripped down to a jockstrap, then went out to the kitchen.  Malik made sure to bend over, legs apart, while looking for a protein shake in the fridge.

Malik’s plan worked with the roommate behind him.  The roommate said quietly, “you want to have some fun?”  Malik could feel his hard cock pressing against his cum filled hole.

The roommate lifted his shirt showing off his abs and pecs.  Malik turned around, evaluating the roommate’s well-built body.  Malik whispered in the roommate's ear, “you're just not pretty enough, maybe some more time at the gym.  The roommate huffed, “fuck you.”  Malik heard Shane coming out of the shower.  He went back to Shane’s room to wait.  The roommate got back on his phone, sat down on the couch.

Shane came in, wearing a towel.  Malik tossed him on the bed, “fuck me!”  Shane, caught off guard, quickly agreed.  Malik sucked his cock to full attention the mounted Shane lying on the bed.  Malik gave quite the show, knowing the roommate could hear everything.  The roommate got up and slammed his bedroom door.  Malik had started he was going to finish.  He worked till another load was hot up his already cum soaked guts.  Shane was lying on the bed, cock slick with cum, “I just got out of the shower.”  “I will clean you off,” Malik said.  He proceeded to lick Shanes cock and pits clean.  Shane finished getting dressed, Malik had to get fitted for his groomsman suit.

Josh had been coming around the club regularly.  Dean kept an eye on the kid, Ashton told Dean about his hot tub conversation with Josh.  Dean never saw Josh interacting with anyone.  Dean would see Josh jerking off to guys playing in public spaces.

The Friday before the wedding, Shane and Malik were in a room at the bathhouse, talking and fucking.  Shane finally asked Malik how he was converted.  Shane knew asking someone how they were pozzed can be a touchy subject.  Malik gave the story of fucking Chris, the hospital, and starting work the next week.  Shane had never heard of a top getting. He knew there was always a chance.  Malik said it was the family strain, highly infections but otherwise harmless.  The two went back to messing around, leaving the door open for visitors.

They enjoyed all types of men and play, spit roasting a hungry bear, a twink that wanted a good DP to stretch his hole, a daddy with decads of cock worship experience.  The two enjoyed all the flavors of the bathhouse.  While Shane felt his body had a long way to go, he quickly understood that him being a “sad man” was what deterred people.  He was still, in many ways, a “sad man,” but Malik kept a smile on Shane’s face.

Every day, Malik was falling more for his sad man. When Shane and Malik weren’t working, the two were inseparable.  The family, Ashton, and Dean had taken notice. They also knew there was “trouble in river city.”  Malik and Shane’s love was giving each a moment of respite from the unresolved issues of their past.  The conversation at the restaurant ending with Malik in a strangers car.  The sadness that still had a home in Shane.  Everyone but Malik and Shane was concerned about the two on a collision course.  The family had grown through love and birds with broken wings.  The family's difference was working through problems.  These two were painting collapsing houses.

Dean saw Josh enter the club but didn’t see him in any of his usual spots.  Dean assumed Josh had finally gotten over his fear and was having some man-on-man fun.  Dean was right, and Josh was in a room with a guy.  The guy was the stuff of his wet dreams.

Shane and Malik’s day started like any other, with the two taking showers, dressing, and off to work.  The anger in Shane’s roommate was slowly building.  Malik bruised his ego.  Shane and the roommate had been friends long enough he knew how to push Shane’s buttons.  Rotting houses can’t weather the storm.

Shane and Malik had left early that Saturday morning to drive to Ashton and Dean’s wedding.  They would dress when they got there.  Before leaving, the two had fucked a load into the other.  Malik’s body was soaking up Shane’s seed, Malik’s radioactive cum moving around Shane’s hole.  Malik had told Shane about Jacob’s plan about inviting the two mothers to the wedding.  Malik knew if it went wrong, he would have to help keep the train on the tracks.  Things went the opposite of bad, with each mother walked their son down the aisle.  The wedding was indeed an event; Jacob had outdone himself.  Shane and Jacob had been careful not to drink too much, and neither one enjoyed being drunk. They also had a drive home.  The two got home and collapsed. Malik was instantly asleep the minute he was naked and in bed.  It always took Shane a little longer to settle in for the night.  Shane went to the kitchen to get some water, and his roommate came out to talk to him.  They sat and talked for a while, with the roommate spinning he knew would erode and break Shane’s new relationship.  By the time Shane went to bed, he believed that Malik would eventually tire of his fat ass and go back to one of the gym's muscle boys.  In the far reaches of Shane’s mind, his relationship with Malik died.

The following morning Malik and Shane followed their usual routine of showers and fucking.  Shane’s cock with his hope for a future with Malik had died.  Malik didn’t think much of it, and it was a long day at the wedding.  Malik spent the morning plowing Shane.  Shane liked getting fucked; he didn’t have to worry about performance anxiety.  There was a shift in the air.  Shane made up a story about having to go to work on a project due Monday.  Shane dropped Malik off at the gym, then drove to his private place to turn up his music and greave the loss of his relationship with Malik.  The walls inside the “sad man,” grew higher that day.  Malik went to the condo for breakfast and some time with the family.  The family was happy to see Malik and spend some time.  They told him about Ashton and Dean moving in downstairs. Malik was happy on the outside, growing numb on the inside.  The storm had come, the houses had fallen.

Shane would still come in for his daily training.  Shane always had an excuse for why he couldn’t spend time with Malik.  After a week, Chris started to notice.  Chris realized that Malik’s relationship had cracked.

Malik, back at the condo, was spending quality time recharging on the family seed.  He was giving his body to anyone with a hard cock or hungry hole.  Chris could always find Malik in the pigpen taking or giving cock and cum.  Malik’s noises of “fuck me, poz me again” got Malik what he wanted, not cum, distraction.  A night like so many, the family was several hours into an all-night orgy, a couple of porn star friends were in town and were enjoying the fun.  Jacob was fucking his brother, Jackson balls deep in Dean, with the porn stars moving around to any available cock or hole.  The scent of sex and sweat was heavy in the air, Chris’s cock was drooling on the floor, as one of the porn stars was giving his ass a solid fucking.  There wasn’t any piggier than an entire room of poz pigs, having sex without restraint.  Chris looked over to see Eddy getting brutally skull fucked, with an impossibly large dildo worked in his hole.  It was a sight to see drool gushing from Eddy’s mouth from the cock pounding his throat, with the squishing sounds his sloppy hole would make.  The porn star fucked Chris’s load out all over the floor.  Chris reached back, fingering his loose, sloppy hole.  The porn star didn’t breed him, but Chris didn’t mind.  Chris made his excuses to go to the kitchen; he went down to Ashton and Dean’s condo below.

Chris entered the condo to find Dean bent over the couch, being railed by Ashton.  By the sounds of Dean’s hole, they had been at it a while.  Dean was the first to see Chris.  Dean said, “come over here and let my husband pound your hole, I need a break.”  Chris happily came over; Ashton started pounding away at Chris’s hole.  Dean went around the couch and plunged his cock into Chris’s open throat.

Chris could taste that Dean had spent time in Ashton’s hole.  The spit roasting was causing Chris’s cock to drool.  Ashton released a volley of toxic cum into Chris’s hungry hole, Dean into Chris’s throat.  The three collapsed on the couch after a great fuck session.  It had been a while since the two had some Chris hole.

Ashton asked Chris what brought Chris down to their condo.  If Chris was looking for cock he came down at the right time.  Chris smiled, “I am always looking for cock.  That wasn’t the only reason for coming down.”  The three went off to take a shower.  The condo was designed similar to the family’s with a bedroom the same size as the pigpen but only had one bed.  Similar fuck furniture with a hoist attached to the ceiling.

Chris never found out what sent Malik into a strangers car that night.  He didn’t like to pry, but now it was necessary.  Everyone knew Malik’s story of finding himself and his college jock.  Lifting weight and getting in shape was good for the body; how did Malik handle the trauma from home and school.  Dean replied, “the answer is easy. The problem is complex.  Malik turned himself off.  Haven’t you noticed he is a great actor, happy on the outside, nothing on the inside.”  “What do you mean by nothing,” Chris asked.  Ashton answered, “he turned off his feelings, no feelings, no way to get hurt or feel the pain of your past.  I almost think it’s worse than what I went through.”  That’s what we tried to talk to Malik about at dinner, we were worried for him, and we love that big lunk. He is like our family.  Chris joked, “we should rename the properties, “the house of broken things.”  They all had an awkward chuckle.  Dean spoke, “would you rather they come here, meet us or end up on the street.  Should we remind you of Eddy.”  Chris smiled, “it took my hole days to recover after 50 loads and a family fucking for snapping that that wonderful kid.”  Chris told the two what he had seen happening between Malik and Shane.  Ashton hadn’t noticed. He was busy with the wedding.

The three sat and talked.  Malik had been through enough, he deserved to be happy.  If that meant sweeping Shane into the process, then so be it.  The love between Shane and Malik was genuine. They couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong.  The two weren’t mad at each other. They both faded out of each other’s lives.

Josh was back at the club for some more quality time with his wet-dream.  The guy was only a top, and Josh’s hole had come to love being plugged by this stud.

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Part 10

When Malik told his story, there was some careful editing.  The parts that he told were true, nothing was a lie, but it wasn’t the complete story.  Malik had gone off to a good college where he met his jock  There was a stop along that road.  He had come out to a family member, who told his mother's sister, who in turn told his mother.  There wasn’t the “your gay get out,” We will help you, son, we know a doctor.  Malik’s life that day was then he turned off. He had a few more classes then he could go to his desired college far away.  He went along with his parent’s wishes, and maybe his mom could look him in the eye again.

The doctor was a licensed physician. She wasn't fit to treat a houseplant, let alone a person.  She had Malik take some psychological exams on an old computer and prescribed him powerful medication in toxic doses.  He took the meds as prescribed.  While used properly, for the right reasons “not to medicate the gay away,” and not three-time the maximum safe dosage, he wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital.  Malik overdosed on one of the medications, was taken to the ER by a friend.  Usually, it would be a mandatory psychiatric hole, the evaluation of the doctor, and a statement from his friend; the State didn’t get involved.  The people at the hospital were kind, and the nurses treated him with care and respect.  He saw a doctor a few times, and he determined it was the quack that gave him the medication that landed him here.  The hospital would file a complaint with the medical board.  She needed to be stopped.

Malik was released, he went home.  His parent’s knowing their mistake, stayed distant, so did his brothers.  Malik was in a house with four other people and completely alone, except for the junk food under his bed.  That was the part of Malik’s story he never told. That was the time and place he “turned off.”  The night at the restaurant, it was the consuming fire of that memory Dean had inadvertently stoked.  Malik could fake it on the outside. He didn’t feel anything on the inside.  Emotions are a funny thing, you can either choose to feel, or you can be numb. Malik decided on numb.

Malik’s relationship with Shane gave him feelings of hope.  Now Shane was gone, and his hope had left with him.  All the cum shoved into his hole wasn’t going to fill him inside.

Dean, Ashton, and Chris had a heavy conversation. They lightened the mood with a couple of drinks and more fucking.  When they finally collapsed, Chris made a joke that they might want to buy some more beds for their pigpen.

The next few weeks were typical. Malik started coming down regularly to Ashon and Dean’s new place for some fun and cum cubes they kept in the fridge.  There was nothing better than a good spit roasting to solve the world's problems.  They all enjoyed swapping the family strain, nothing better than drink and seeding holes with the charged cum of the family.  The two were waiting for a moment to talk to Malik, but his ass was too good to turn down.  They loved to see a plug in Malik’s hole, their toxic cum seeping into his body.  He may have been pozzed as a top. They were going to make sure he got the full experience of poz seed pumped into his hole.

After a long fuck session, Malik crashed on the new bed.  Ashton and Dean added a bed to their own pigpen.  The next morning they decided to try again to talk to Malik.  Chris happened to be coming over for breakfast.  It was nice, and Malik enjoyed it till Dean said, “can we talk about the restaurant.”  Once again, Malik was face to face with the fire that had destroyed him the first time.  Malik stood up from the table, “fuck you!” and started for the door.  Chris bellowed, “SIT DOWN!”  When Chris bellowed, the family upstairs heard it.  Malik went and sat on the couch.

Dean started first, “whatever it is, you know we are here.  But, not dealing with it landed you a more dangerous place.  If you think you won’t do something dumb again to run away from whatever this is, your lying to yourself.  You can cry, scream, call me names, but you are going to talk.”  Dean took an authoritative tone. The wall of Chris lent additional gravity.

Malik, in a calm voice, “I will tell my story, the entire story.  Then this will be the end.  I am going to walk out that door, find a new place to sleep, and a new job.”  Malik told the entire story in a metered and dispassionate tone.  The three sat silent. Malik wasn’t letting him feel the crushing weight of his past.  Ashton, Chris, and Dean felt the weight of it.  Malik finished, stood up, walking calmly toward the door.  Ashton moved fast, wrapping Malik in a hug, “I won’t stop you, but one last hug before you go.”  Malik never made it out the door that morning.  That was the last time Malik would tell his story.

Chris had gone down to the Gym office to get a few things done while it was quiet.  He reviewed the client training schedule for the next month and noticed that Shane had renewed.  He had stopped billing Shane a while ago, when he was dating Malik.  Chris kept Shane on the schedule. Shane must have canceled his membership.  If Shane was really done with Malik, so be it, but Chris had a way of knowing what was true and what wasn’t.  Shane’s breakup with Malik was anything but true. You don’t go from where they were to nothing without some event.

Chris sent a text to Malik to come to the gym.  Malik came bouncing in.  It turns out Malik had enough personality for two, now that he had finally let go of his past.  Chris asked if he could “pry” into Malik’s life one last time.  Malik smile, “any time you.  You have to give me that huge muscle ass of yours when you do.”  “Done,” Chris responded.  Chris asked Malik what happened with his sad man; everything seemed to be going well.  Malik was honest. He didn’t know what happened with Shane.  Shane just gently pushed him away, and Malik didn’t have it in him to fight for their relationship.  Chris said, “you mind if I try and find out?”  Malik said he would appreciate it, he did still love Shane.

A smile came across Malik’s face, “since you have pried into my life, yet again.  I want to pry my cock into your hole.”  They headed to the play space in the locker room.  As they walked, Malik turned to Chris, “bring that cum cup of yours.  You have any cum cubes left?”  Malik was under the rim chair when Chris came into the room.  Chris put the glass with the cum cubs on the wall to be safe.  He looked at Malik, “I am barely holding in a family’s worth of cum in me.”  Malik smile, “sit down and let it flow!”  Chris placed his big muscle ass on the rim chair, his hole right over Malik’s mouth.  Malik latched onto Chris’s hole, a flood of cum was pushed into Malik's mouth.  Malik swallowed every last drop.  Then proceeded to have a makeout session with Chris’s rosebud.

Chris stood up, Malik protested.  Chris folded his arms over his chest, “you know the rules.  We had to make them because you and Jacob kept sucking holes dry.”  Malik looked at the floor, “I do.”  Chris, in an authoritative tone, “what is it?”  Malik still looking at the ground, “you have to replace what you eat, either with your own cock to three others.”  “Do you see three other men here?”  Chris asked.  “No,” Malik responded.  “What are we going to do about this?”  “I have to shove my stinger in your hole and breed back in the family poison,”  Malik said with a smile.  Malik jumped at Chris, most guys he would knock over; Chris just stood there.  Malik looked like a furry, horny woodland creature attached to an immovable tree.  Chris smiled, “no, you don’t.”  Then he turned around and fell on his back, Malik holding on to Chris.  Chris’s back hit the floor, and Malik’s stinger instantly found its target.  They fucked like this for a while, kissing and Malik pouding on Chris’s prostate.  Chris’s cock was making a puddle on his abs.  Malik looked down, “that’s mine.”  Chris flipped over, placing himself on all fours and throwing Malik to the other side of the room.  The two big studs and learned they both love to put some wrestling into their fucking.

Malik was back, mounting Chris.  Malik’s cock beating on Chris’s butt nut, his cock was drooling into the glass, melting the cum cubes.  Chris came before Malik, putting a hefty load into the glass.  Malik was going to cum when he felt a hand on his shoulder rip him out of Chris’s hole.  Malik had balanced himself to fuck not sturdy on his feet.  Ashton reached under Chris, “fucking pigs, give me that glass.”  Ashton’s cock was out, hard and dripping.  He shot his load into the glass, then handed it to Dean, David, Eddy, Jake, Jacob, and Jackson.  Each of them emptying their balls into the cup.  Jackson walked the half-full tumbler glass back to Malik.  Jackson looked down at Chris, “go take a shower, you fuck beast.”  Chris got up and headed to the shower.  Malik was mesmerized by the amount of cum in the glass.  Ashton spoke up, “fuck Malik, drink your protein, take a shower so we can go to lunch.”  Malik downed the large amount of cum, feeling the family toxin slide down his throat.  Jake walked up and put his ear on Malik’s stomach, “yep he’s pregnant.”  Everyone had a good laugh, Malik headed to the showers.

While Malik and Chris were showering, Chris asked, “you ok with me getting to the bottom of this Shane situation.”

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Part 11

The family got back from lunch, Chris set his Shane plan into motion.  Chris went back to the gym, called Shane.  He started with being professional by calling to ask if something happened how they could earn back his business.  Shane said he needed to take a break for a bit.  Chris’s default would be to talk about him losing the work he did in the gym…but that wasn’t going to work.  Instead, Chris asked if Shane would come over and give him some 10” uncut dick.  Shane said he was sure that Chris had no problem finding someone better at the bathhouse.  Chris faked a whine, asking Shane to come over and dick him down, free visit to the bathhouse.  Shane wasn’t doing anything. He showered and headed to the gym to meet Chris.  When Shane arrived, Chris asked Shane if he had ever been to the VIP room.  Chris said he didn’t know anything about it.  They went to the bathhouse, and Chris introduced Shane to the VIP room and all its kinky wonders.  Chris was giving Shane a tour via Shane fucking him on every piece of equipment.  The two finished their journey in the sling.  Chris didn’t put his feet into the stirrups instead of bracing them on the chains.  Shane lost in Chris’s hole, and the way it milked his cock didn’t notice what Chris had done.  Mid pump Chris’s legs wrapped around Shane’s body, the display of strength made Shane unload in Chris’s hole.  Shane realized he wasn’t letting go.  Chris’s powerful legs were holding him tight.  Chris smiled, “now that you have cum and I have your attention let’s talk.”  Shane was shocked but not afraid.  Shane knew Chris well enough he was a teddy bear but got what he wanted.  Shane agreed.

The two went to the padded bench that ran along the side of the room.  It was wide enough to be fuck furniture and also a bench to sit on.  Chris said, “I am not going to bullshit with you.  What happened between you and Malik?  I ask because you guys were happy, and it just faded away.”  Shane, suddenly self-conscious, went to start getting dressed.  Chris raised an eyebrow, “you leaving?”  Shane said, “no, getting more comfortable.”  Shane sat back down, his body covered.  Shane explained he didn’t want to hold Malik back from finding someone better.  Chris let the awkward silence hang in the room for a minute.  “What makes you decide what’s better for Malik?  I know it’s a harsh question, but when I see the beginning of true love.  I won’t let that slip without a fight.”  “I know he can do better than me. I see how guys better than me look at him.”  Chris replied, “what makes these guys better than you?”  “They have better bodies, more money, and more outgoing.  Malik can light up a room, I can only light candles.”  Shane was looking at the floor.  “You ever hear the story of my cock?”  Chris asked.  That question caught Shane by surprise.  Chris asked Shane if he had ever seen Chris with a hard cock.  Shane thought for a minute; he hadn’t

Chris told him that he survived a severe autoimmune disease that stopped him from getting hard or pleasure from his cock.  Chris told Shane of the countless times men and women in bed rejected him.  Chris summarized his story with you can’t look on the outside.  You may see the muscles, it’s their version of oversized clothes.  “Look at my body and not my problems, can be the case, and some guys like being fit.  The point is Malik loves you, and you love him.  So, what the fuck happened.”  Shane told Chris about the conversation with his roommate.  Chris was annoyed.  He knew plenty of guys like Shane’s roommate, pretty on the outside rotten on the inside.  Chris knew this guy had probably suffered a lot of rejection and much of it self-inflicted.

Chris said, “I will arrange a date between you and Malik. If you don’t have feelings, then no harm.  You get a free meal and free lifetime membership to the bathhouse.”  Shane was conflicted. He did love Malik and missed him every day, but insecurity was still driving the bus.  “Fine, you drive a hard bargain. Once a week, you can fuck me anywhere in this place you want.  Now you get dinner, membership, and ass.  You have nothing to lose.”  Chris knew the new Malik could not only light up a room but might chase Shane’s demons away.  Shane agreed.  Chris smiled, “great, and he ripped Shanes baggy shirt and shorts off.”  Shane was surprised, “am I supposed to go naked?”  Chris replied, “that an option?”  Shane, in a deadpan tone, “no.”  “I figured I got you some jeans and a shirt,” Chris said as he handed a pair of club jeans and a black compression shirt.  Shane backed up, “I can’t wear that.”  “Then naked it is.”  Shane took the clothes and started to change.

Ashton and Dean had gone away for the weekend. Chris hired a private Chef and decorated their condo is rose petals and candlelight.  Malik was pacing, hoping Shane would show up.  There was a soft knock on the door; Malik almost jumped out of his skin.  He saw Shane enter; he wanted to jump and mount him but held back.  He walked up and kissed Shane on the cheek, “I am glad you came.”  It felt good to be back and Malik’s arms. Shane let out a sigh, “I am sorry.”  The two had a romantic dinner, and the two went off to the bedroom to rekindle their fire.  They fucked into the morning hours, stuffing cum into each other.  Shane didn’t tell Malik he had gone off PreP; he never thought he would fuck again.  He knew letting Malik cum in him would poz him; he wanted Malik inside him for life.

The following day the two went back to Shane’s place.  Malik lied, telling Shane he needed to pick up some clothes for a fitness event he was going to.  They were going shopping for Shane, and the oversized clothes had to go.  Shane needed to be proud of himself; Malik was proud of his man.  Jacob had slipped Malik the company credit card, telling me if he found “anything” he liked, put it on the card.  The outdoor mall was also where the family jeweler's store was.

They got to Shane’s place. The roommate was sitting on the couch in his underwear watching tv.  The roommate had taken up the habit of wearing underwear or a jockstrap at home.  He enjoyed showing Shane what he couldn’t have.  The roommate saw Malik come in behind, and he immediately stood up.  The roommate got into Shane’s face, “what did I tell you about guys like him? They don’t date guys like you.  Guys like him want guys like me, good body and big dick.  Learn your place!”  The roommate backhanded Shane across the face.  Malik’s blood was boiling during the roommate's little lecture; once he put a hand to Shane, that would be the end.  Malik heard Shane say quietly, “you're right.”  Malik was not going to let this happen again; this time, he would fight for his relationship.  Malik snapped at Shane, “he’s not right!  I love you!  When was the last time you took out the trash? It stinks in here.”  Malik said, stomping toward the roommate.  Malik did a Chris maneuver, put the roommate in a headlock, and about to toss him out the door.  Shane stopped him, “the lease is in his name. We can go.”  Malik released the roommate; catching his breath, the roommate barked, “you can go, don’t come back.”  Malik looked at him, not a problem; I have some friends that can help him move.  Shane knew who Malik would call, and this would get ugly.

Shane explained he had clothes, a laptop, and only a few other things that mattered.  The mattress and furniture were some cheap things he got at garage sales.  Malik said, “ok, let’s get your stuff, HE can sit on the couch quietly.”  The roommate sat down and glared at Malik.

 

Author's Note:  This is where we leave the story of Malik and the Sad Man.  Everyone in a family has a story to tell, some families are still yet to be told.

[Guest WelshBBCigarFuck]

Another great story @Navi38

[pozpopperpig]

Absolutely love it!

[negchaserlooking]

fucking awesome story.

[SlimNotShady]

I rarely comment these days, but I have just finished reading Part 3 and Navi38 you have shown a rare gift in your writing.  Thank you for delivering this type of story that many of us have faced in our past and understand the need for it to be out there for others to see and hopefully understand.

 

Thank You.

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awesome