The House

[billy88666]

Aaron had a moment of catharsis during his chat with Sid and Harry. He obviously has feelings for Bailey that have been buried. It no great surprise, as his entire household are part of a ménage à dix, where sex is available on tap. I wonder if he will confide in Bailey or any of his other housemates about his extra curricular activities? 

[chunkychains]

The cock I was riding eventually thickened and the guy blew his poz load into me. On autopilot, I dismounted and looked around for my next target, before heading over to one of the guys who seemed to be particularly ready again. I turned round and squatted towards his lap, allowed him to press his cock against my hole, and then lowered myself onto its entire length. I immediately began to bounce up and down on the member inside me, looking at the other guys watching the show while trying to get Bailey out of my mind. What the fuck was happening? Why was I suddenly so fixated on him?

Sure, when Bailey and I were alone, the sex was really tender and involved a lot of kissing. He liked really long sessions, and particularly liked having me on my back with my legs wrapped around him, his eyes locked on mine as he gently fucked me. I had noticed he also liked me to come over and snog him when we were with others and he had decided to give up his arse. As I rode that toxic cock I realised I hadn’t ever seen him kissing anyone else, and during the work to do up our house, he had slept with me most nights until the bedrooms were all habitable. Whenever we had more than a quick bend-over-and-breed session, he slept in my bed with me.

Shit. He was into me, and now I realised I felt the same. Fuck. I was here taking a second night of high-viral loads, and had just realised I had a potential boyfriend back at home. Yet, wasn’t this what I wanted to be doing? Yes, it was. Would I want to just be having pretty vanilla sex, even with a partner? Probably not. So what was I to do? Well, I was seeing this through and getting myself pozzed, that was for sure. Maybe I would just have to convert, see what the doctors said about meds, and then have a conversation with Bailey. Or…. He was one of those types who mostly topped, but once he had allowed one of the guys into his hole, he became a completely insatiable cumdump for the night. There was definitely a part of him that wanted to be used, but he suppressed it a bit rather than just embracing it in the way I did so openly. Maybe, with the right build-up, he would give himself over to it with Omar and his friends?

My plotting was disrupted by the guy in me starting to thrust up to meet my bounces, and soon another toxic load was being pumped into me. When I dismounted this time, however, I did not choose another man to climb on, but instead made my way over to the fuck bench and climbed on. I wasn’t strapped down like I had been at Harry and Sid’s, instead just willingly positioning myself for anyone who was ready to fuck me. I didn’t look back at who was in me each time, instead just staring at the floor while I took multiple poz breedings and otherwise thought about what it might take to get Bailey in this room with me. Thoughts about bringing everyone along were on hold, with my focus being the guy I thought there could be something more with.

After this next round of breeding, tiredness seemed to sweep the room and a lot of the guys drifted off to sleep sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t feeling like sleeping though, so I got a dressing gown out of the tall cabinet in the corner of the room, poured myself a glass of champagne, found a packet of cigarettes, and then headed outside. The air was chilly, but I wrapped myself up and sat down on a bench that seemed to be sheltered from the little breeze there was. I lit up a cigarette, and then slid down a little so I could put my head back against the wall behind me and look up the stars. Thoughts returned to Bailey, but I just allowed them to run. I did think about what he would do if he found himself here, whether he would run, or whether he would get down and dirty. I thought about what he was going to say when or if I told him about what I had been up to, and what it meant. I thought about one night we had spent together, when we had fucked a little but talked a lot, sleeping wrapped up together in bursts between the sex and the conversations. How was I only now seeing all this?

I was out there for a while before Harry appeared next to me and sat down.

“Are you OK son?” he asked.

“Yeah” I replied. “Just thinking.”

“You know” he said, “if you’re starting to regret this then you may still be able to get some PEP and be OK.”

“No, it’s not that” I said. “I want this.”

“So?” Harry asked. “I have a good ear if you want to talk.”

I remained silent for a bit, before opening up to him about where my head suddenly was with Bailey. I was a bit all over the place, talking about Omar and Jeff, Harry and Sid, and my utter confusion at this being the time and place when I suddenly realised how I felt. I confessed my dread at telling Bailey about what I had been doing, what I was intending to keep doing, but how I also had this sinking feeling that I had to talk to him about it as part of having a conversation about the feelings we might have for each other. I barely gathered thoughts before I vocalised them, until I was all talked out and came to a stop.

“You know” said Harry, after a while, “you getting pozzed up need not be a blocker to having something with this boy, even if he has no interest in following suit.”

“I know” I replied, “or at least in principle I do. But what about what that guy said earlier about all the strains, the chances of PrEP and meds not working, and all that?”

“That was just Jim being Jim” Harry said, smiling at me. “Yeah, we’re a bunch of toxic old fuckers, but we’ve all been on meds in the past without any issue, we’ve had boys on PrEP here who have not been taken down, and I think things are far enough advanced now that they will always find a cocktail that works.”

“Oh” I said. “Well, maybe that’s something then.”

“But, you will have to think about what you want, as I’m not sure a new relationship for guys as young as you will survive you heading out every night for anonymous cock” said Harry. “If you want to be with this boy then you may need to commit to him until such a time as you’re both in a place where you trust one another and can just enjoy life knowing you have each other.”

“But what about the other guys in the house?” I asked. “I can’t see us just giving up all of that.”

“Thats different” said Harry. “You’re both part of it already, you both know and love those guys, and if you find a relationship in that environment then it will I think be implicit that you’re both still part of the wider group. If anything, pulling away from all that might do more harm than good, given the bond you have with everyone.”

“I suppose” I said.

“Carrying on your shenanigans in public toilets, or parks, or wherever, is going to make the boy feel he is not enough for you” Harry said, “particularly with the services of all the other guys available.”

“But what if he’s not?” I asked. “What if I need all that?”

“Then you probably shouldn’t do anything even though you suspect there’s something there between you both” Harry said. “Leaving it alone will be a lot less painful for him than breaking his heart.”

We sat in silence for a bit, before Harry tapped my leg a couple of times and then got up.

“I’ll leave you for a bit” he said, “but when you’re ready, some of the guys are starting to stir and I know there’s a plan to DP you at some point.”

He went back inside, and I went back into my thoughts. He was right, of course. What I realised had been coming from Bailey was a desire to be especially close with me, beyond what else went on in the house. He, I suspected, wanted to know he could curl up with me every night, and that there would be plenty of nights when it was just the two of us. But there’s no way he would handle me needing to go out and get fucked by anyone and everyone who happened along to wherever I had bent over and opened my hole. I wasn’t sure any potential relationship would even survive me coming clean about my anonymous antics along with the journey I had now embarked on with Harry, Sid and the other men, but I knew for sure it wouldn’t survive me continuing with any of that. Bailey had to be enough for me, and that was that. Only if he was actually into the idea of joining me for all this would there be any hope, and that would take some time.

I had no answer for what I wanted, feeling conflicted between my heart suddenly trying to be part of my decision-making over just my arse, so decided to continue doing what I had come here for and deal with all that later. I got up from the bench, necked the last of my champagne, took a final puff on my cigarette, and then went back inside. Sure enough, in no time at all I was straddling on guy who was lying on his back on a mat, while another pushed his cock into my rear end as well. I was loose and sloppy enough by then to adjust fairly quickly to the double-stuffing, and then once comfy and starting to bounce a little to meet the thrusts of the guy kneeling behind me, I opened my mouth to welcome in a third cock. My head was a mess, soon my arse would be as well, but for now I was doing what I did best as I continued in my quest to become a toxic jock cumdump.

All of the men there were, at some point, buried inside me alongside someone else. At all times I also had another down my throat, whether to get the man into the mood or to clean him off after breeding me. This overabundance of simultaneous cock seemed to be just what I needed to temporarily purge thoughts of Bailey from my mind, giving me back my cumslut mojo. I moaned and groaned, begged the guys to breed and poz me, and bounced as much as I could to get each pair of dual cocks as deep into me as possible. I willingly went down on all fours a few times to allow guys to push their hands into my gaping hole, feeling them nick my insides occasionally as they did their best to make sure I left absolutely riddled with the virus. When they were all done, I happily allowed one of them to push a huge buttplug into me.

“Son” said Sid, helping me to my feet, “I think we’re all fucked out.”

“You have so many toxic loads in you” said another guy, slapping me on my back. “It’s only a matter of time now.”

“I hope so” I said, grinning.

With that, the men began to disperse. Most were headed home, though at least three of them made a beeline for the house to sleep in spare bedrooms or on the sofa. Harry, Sid and I also went back to the house to get dressed again, before Harry went upstairs. Shortly after he came back down with Omar, who had not re-joined the party since my moment with Jeff. When he got down to the hallway he didn’t say anything, but just threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Then he was gone again, and the three of us left. They drove me back to theirs, and I joined them in their bed to sleep for what remained of the night. The next morning they both fucked one more load into me as I lay on my front, and then I showered and left. I had to stand on my pedals most of the way back as the bike’s seat was not a comfortable experience, and when I got home I slid into the house as quietly as I could and went straight to bed. No doubt Bailey was going to be on my mind when I woke up again, but for now I was exhausted, well bred, probably pozzed, and in dire need of sleep.
 

To be continued

[gingerdaddyG]

Looking forward to the developments with Bailey. 

[plisken]

uhm what a hot horny development

[chunkychains]

(sorry for the delay)
 

The quiet that descended as most of the guys headed out the door late morning was a godsend, as I sat at the kitchen table with a strong coffee and a very busy head. My mind was incoherently flitting between memories of the gangbang, the emotionally-charged encounter with Jeff, and the complete mess that was everything to do with Bailey. It had taken all of me to exhibit some sense of normality with everyone during the morning after my return, always feeling on edge that someone was going to bring up where I had been the night before. Fortunately everyone was so preoccupied with getting out to various sports venues, and eventually there was peace as almost all of them headed off. All except Bailey, who came into the kitchen freshly showered a few minutes after the place emptied. He pottered around making some breakfast and coffee for himself, before sitting down opposite me.

“You OK mate?” he asked.

“Yeah” I replied. “Just a bit tired.”

He started eating and I went back to looking at my phone in a vain attempt to distract myself.

“Can I ask you something?” he piped up after a while, causing my stomach to suddenly tie itself in knots.

“Sure” I said, turning to look out of the window.

“Where is it you go when you’re out all night?” he asked.

I sat and stared out the window, my mind running through all sorts of vague ‘just here and there’ or ‘out and about’ answers I could give. But somehow I could not bring myself to dismiss this conversation.

“I need a cigarette” I said, before taking a last gulp of my coffee, standing up and heading out into the back garden.

As I was fumbling with my lighter in the breeze, Bailey appeared next to me having pulled on someone’s hoodie that had been on a chair. I held the pack out to him, he took one, and once I had got my own lit I helped him do the same. We stood on the patio for a moment, before I went over and sat down on a bench against the wall of the house with him then following suit, both of us staring out over the rather patchy lawn.

“I guess we need to talk about some stuff then” he said.

“Yeah” I said.

“Do you want to go first, or shall I?” he said.

“I think I better” I replied. “Once I’m done, we’ll see if you still want to say anything to me at all.”

What followed was a semi-chronological, only partially coherent monologue, with me recounting to him my first explorations of sex outside of the house, the escalation in the seediness of what I was after, and the eventual arrival at Harry and Sid’s. I gave him some details of what had gone down the previous night, and then came on to my confusion and internal conflict over him. When I was done, we sat in silence for a while, before he reached for the packet of cigarettes next to me and lit himself another.

“So you’re deliberately trying to get pozzed” he said.

“I probably already have been” I replied, after lighting up another cigarette myself. “I can’t explain it really, but it just feels like something I need.”

“OK” he said.

“OK?” I asked, after waiting to see if he was going to say anything more.

“Yeah, OK” he said, before turning to me. “Mate, we’ve all assumed you have been out there getting something you don’t get here, and now at least I know what it is.”

“Oh” I said. “You mean you guys have talked about me?”

“Yeah” he said, with a warm smile. “But in a good way.”

I smiled back at him, momentarily feeling at ease before I remembered I had just laid literally everything out bare to Bailey.

“But” he said, “before we talk about the other thing, I think it’s only fair if I come clean too.”

“About what?” I asked.

“Well” he began, “it’s about all the girls I’ve been sleeping with outside the house.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“There, um, haven’t been any” he said, turning back to look at the garden. “I, er, well…”

“It’s OK” I said, reaching out and putting my hand on his shoulder. “After what I’ve just revealed, you can tell me anything.”

He took a couple of deep draws on the cigarette, and then stubbed it out in the ashtray sitting between us.

“We’re not so different” he said. “Because when I’ve said I’ve been out sleeping with girls, I’ve actually been with guys.”

“Yeah?” I said.

“Older guys” he continued. “I, er, kind of like giving myself to older guys.”

“Well, you know I get that” I said. “What do you do with them?”

“I fuck them, or they fuck me” he said. “Mostly them fucking me.”

“With condoms?” I asked.

“No” he said.

“Are you on PrEP?”

“No” he replied, shaking his head.

“Have you been tested?” I asked.

“Yeah” he said. “I would never bring something into the house.”

“But you’re not taking any precautions” I said.

“I told you we weren’t so different” he chuckled.

We sat for a moment, with him looking out at the garden while I instead gazed at him from the side.

“I love you” he suddenly said. “Like, when you said earlier about your confusion about me, I just wanted you to know that for me it’s easy because I know that I love you.”

I was a little too stunned by this sudden declaration to say anything, and we sat motionless and silent for quite a long time. But as I emerged out of my own head I realised his eyes were beginning to dampen, and gut instinct took over. I lifted the ashtray off the seat and put it on the armrest next to me, and then I slid over and put my arm around him. He leant his head against me, and I squeezed him tight as I buried by nose in his hair.

“Are you gay?” I quietly asked.

“Yes” he said.

He then raised up his head and turned to me, and I dove in and planted my lips on his. The kiss was short but intense, before we separated but then rested our foreheads against each other.

“Take me with you next time” he whispered.

“What?” I replied.

“When you go and see those guys again, take me with you” he said. “I want to be part of it with you.”

My mind was reeling, as this conversation had been unlike anything I had experienced before. I had come out as a probably-pozzed-already bugchasing cumdump to a man I then professed confused feelings for with some certainty that he would reject me. Now here he was saying he loved me, confessing to being a bit of a cumdump for old men himself, and seeking to join me on this journey. It was a hell of a lot to take in.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “You know what it means.”

“Yes” he said. “It means we can do it together, and not have to worry.”

I decided right then to go with it, and not let my doubts or confusion get in the way. I didn’t know whether I loved Bailey too, but in that moment I knew that I easily could if given time and headspace to sort it all out. What I definitely could do was be someone with a partner, and especially an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous stud who wanted to share in the fun exploits I enjoyed without judgement or concern. I wouldn’t rush into anything to make sure he had time to think it all through, not least because Harry, Sid and the others would no doubt need a few days to get their energy back, but given the risks Bailey had been taking already I suspected that following my lead was going to come naturally to him. Either that, or he was going to have a panic-stricken epiphany, sort himself out, and then get on PrEP. But that could all wait, and for now I decided just to bite the bullet. I pulled him back in tighter and put my lips to his again, and this time we kissed deeply and for a long time. Eventually the heat of it took us over and we headed back inside and up to bed, where for the next few hours while the house was empty, Bailey made love to me repeatedly and without restraint. It was the kind of session where the world shrinks to just the bed and the two of you, connected as though sharing one body, and I don’t think either of us had ever experienced anything like it before. We were so worn out by the end that we did not bother to get up when we heard some of the other guys starting to return, and just allowed ourselves to drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

 

To be continued

[chunkychains]

“One last time” I said, holding Bailey’s shoulders and looking him directly in the eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

“For the last time, yes!” he said, smiling back at me. “Let’s go get me pozzed.”

My dick hardened hearing him say that, not least because the idea of finally topping him had come into my mind a couple of days before. I had decided that, at some point that night, there was going to come a moment when I would plough my cock into his hole, and relish in fucking my boyfriend through all the poz loads he would be filled with by then. He did not know I planned to do this, probably assuming I would be getting fucked round the clock as well, but this was something I wanted to do more than anything at this point. Maybe the prospect of becoming toxic was making me into less of a bottom and thus a potential gifter myself? Who knows, but I knew that night I would find an opportunity to flip things with Bailey for a change.

We were heading for Omar’s place again, this time with Bailey driving us there in his old banger of a car. Our host was apparently feeling not only ready but also eager to have some fun again, after Jeff had slipped away around the same time Bailey and I were finally talking about everything the morning after my gangbang. A month had since passed, and it seemed that Omar had decided that he did not have to deny himself distracting fun while grieving his partner. A month had also been long enough for Bailey to convince me that he was serious about wanting to join me on this journey, and if anything the fact that I had somehow still not converted was only making him more eager as he thought about us both getting turned together. I have to confess that this was also doing it for me, despite my slight frustration at my body’s apparent ability to repel that which I was seeking.

We pulled up at the house after a couple of wrong turns en route, and then sat in silence with the engine off for a little bit. Bailey was facing straight out the front window, and seemed to have disappeared into himself.

“It’s OK if you don’t want to do this now that we’re here” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “There’s no rush, if you even want to do this at all.”

“No, no, it’s not that” he said, turning to face me. “I just suddenly thought about the other guys back at the house, and what this could all mean.”

“Yeah” I said. “I’ve thought about that too.”

“Did you come up with anything?” he asked.

“Well” I started, “things are already different because of you and me. I reckon there might be something between Tom and Marcus now as well, and something is also up with Sean and Josh. Everything’s changing as it is, so we’ll just have to deal with it in amongst all that.”

“So you’ve seen that too?” Bailey said, smiling. “I mean, Tom and Marc are like the worst-kept secret going, but I was also wondering about Sean and J.“

“I’m starting to wonder if any of us will end up with a woman” I said, chuckling.

“Do you reckon any of them would be into this?” he asked.

“Never say never” I replied with a wink, before opening the door and getting out.

We walked up to the house, but the front door opened before we could even ring the bell. Omar greeted me with a hug, and then did the same to Bailey even though they’d never met. He then showed us into the living room, and much like last time we settled in to drink, smoke and chat with everyone else for a bit. I could tell Bailey was nervous, but he got more comfortable as he answered questions about himself, talked about how our relationship was going, and also spilled the beans on some of the more notable orgies at the house as well as his own exploits with older men. The men lapped it up and I could sense the heat increasing in the room, meaning we would soon be out in the playroom getting down to business. While Bailey was distracted telling one particular story about a bukkake evening I quietly confided in Harry and Sid about my desire to fuck my boyfriend, and they agreed to make sure I was given the opportunity whenever I wanted during the course of the night.

When we moved into the playroom, Bailey and I were both stripped down and then re-dressed in leather gear. Bailey looked so fucking hot in the collar, cuffs, harness and boots they put him in, and I could tell he liked the similar garb that I was now wearing. Omar steered him over to the sling and got him settled and cuffed in, and then I joined him over there standing at his side. I watched Omar get him loosened up before sliding in his poz dick, before a hand on my back encouraged me to bend forward so my face was next to my boyfriend’s. I was still able to watch his expression as he knowingly got fucked with a toxic cock for the first time, while enjoying the feel of another making its way into me. I never looked back to see who was fucking me, instead focusing on Bailey and occasionally kissing him without causing too much interruption of Omar’s own view of the gorgeous stud he was ploughing. We both got fucked and bred several times in those positions, before Harry appeared opposite me and indicated that the time had come. I straightened up, then made my way round to stand between Bailey’s legs. I gently stroked around his hole with my finger, before stepping up closer and placing my hands on the chains. Only then did I make eye contact with him, and in that moment I knew beyond all doubt that I was in love with him. His eyes had a pleading quality, and it was clear he wanted this as much as I did. I stepped in closer and leaned forward so that I could kiss his stomach, and as I did so a couple of the guys unhooked Bailey’s wrists from the sling chains. We both shuffled a little until we were face to face, and he threw his arms round my back and pulled me in for a long and deep kiss.

“Please” he whispered, as our lips moved apart.

I smiled at him, and then stood up straight, used one of my hands to help catch his hole with my cock, and pushed in.  I’m not honestly sure either of us was really aware of there being several other men around us at any point. Our eyes were locked on each other’s continuously, as I took on the role of top for the very first time ever in our relationship. 

In reality, that night was also the first time I had ever seen Bailey bottom, though I of course knew by then that he had been giving it up to a large number of older men. But we had stuck to our normal roles since getting together, even with everything out in the open at home, and only there in that moment in Omar’s playroom were things changing. We did not say a word, nor did we need to, as we both just seemed to understand that this was going to be a regular part of our lives hereafter. This was going to be the x-factor that separated the platonic from the romantic when it came to sex. Yeah, we loved each other and would now happily say so, but for over a year there had already been fucking, kissing and cuddling. Bailey giving himself to me was what stood things apart from how they had been before, and we were never going back. Funnily enough, every time I took him that night, whether he was in the sling, strapped to the bench or cross, or wherever it was he was being used before my opportunity came again, it was a private moment. Literally speaking these fucks were obviously not private given the audience we had, but our intense connection made the rest of the room drop away every time.

Of course, there was a lot more to the night than Bailey and I moving to a new level in our evolving relationship. I had somehow not converted so there was an urgency and frustration behind the power-fucks these old men were giving me, whilst Bailey was being treated as the guest of honour this time and was thus living out some of what I had experienced before. The major difference was that there were few other things going on, with the men focusing their energies and cum supplies almost exclusively on the two of us. Bailey’s hole was basically never empty, and mine only got a break when it was time for me to top him again. Not that either of us were complaining: I was obviously a cock-hungry cumdump, and it turned out the man I loved could be too. I think I enjoyed it most when we were in it together in some way, whether that be in a 69 while both getting ploughed, side-by-side on all fours while able to look at each other, or any number of other positions around the room where we could still be connected while both being fucked and bred by toxic cock after toxic cock. Strangely enough, there was not a lot of poz talk going on that night, I guess because everyone knew what was happening, and no-one seemed to need to be turned on any more than they already were.

Perhaps there had been some viagra and energy drinks, as the men lasted all night this time. Dawn was breaking before things wound down, by which point all hope of keeping count of how many poz loads Bailey and I had each taken had been lost. Our sore and gaping holes were evidence enough that we had been well-bred, and as each guy shook our hands or patted us on the back, their tattoos and other aspects of their appearance made it clear that no-one had been shooting blanks.

“That was amazing” Bailey said to me, as we held each other under the hot shower in Omar’s guest bathroom.

“It was” I said. “Seeing you give yourself up like that was incredible.”

“Seeing and feeling you top me was the best part” he said.

“For me too” I said, before pulling away a little to be able to look into his face as the water was deflected by the back of my head. “I love you” I said, for the very first time.

I felt him start to tremble slightly, and so I leaned in and planted my lips on his. We kissed for quite some time, before eventually pulling apart, staring into each other’s eyes for a while, and then finally getting on with washing each other. We said nothing more as we finished up, got out and dried ourselves, and then re-dressed and headed back downstairs. Omar saw us out, and we headed for the car.

A week later we both started to feel unwell, and we were soon fully taken over by the fuck flu. The other guys took really good care of us while doing their best not to catch it themselves, unaware that this was not that kind of flu. Eventually we were better, and on top of doing what we both needed in order to get caught up on what we missed in lectures, we also headed to a clinic in town and got tested. Bailey was so turned on by the fact that we had converted together that we ended up fucking like rabbits for several days afterwards, not concerning ourselves with the decisions we would eventually have to take about meds, honesty with the guys, and all that. However, Bailey’s experiments with a sharpie, some designs off the internet and some bits of tracing paper stuck onto different parts of his skin suggested to me that he actually wanted to be open about his status, and that turned me on even more. His hole got several workouts when he stuck a mock biohazard tramp-stamp on his lower back, and I think we both knew he would soon have some actual ink there one way or another.

A month after our positive tests, we headed back to Omar’s for what he called our Recharge Party. Harry texted me about it and said they only occasionally did it, and basically the plan was for us to be guests of honour again so that we could top up our systems with more of their gifts. However, the evening would be a bit more of a free-for-all, with Bailey and I both encouraged to top the men or each other if we so wished, and as had been the case at my solo gangbang, they would all be having fun with each other too. This sounded like a lot of fun, particularly as Bailey and I had been feigning monogamy back at the house to avoid any issues, so we eagerly drove back over on the chosen Friday night. We were both a lot more relaxed as we were just there to have fun with a nice group of men, some of whom I was starting to think of as friends, and we were well into some bottles of champagne prior to events beginning when the doorbell rang. Omar went to answer it, and when he returned with someone else in tow, Bailey and I got the shock of our lives.

“Sam!” I exclaimed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Bailey asked, looking a little panicked.

“I, er, followed you to see where you guys go” Sam said, still slightly hiding behind Omar. “Can I  join your party?”

Bailey and I turned and looked at one another, our mouths agape. But then, as I was about to come up with some sort of lie to tell Sam, I saw a glint form in my boyfriend’s eye. He closed his mouth into a wicked grin, and I knew that there would be no lies tonight. Sam had unknowingly walked into the lion’s den, and the night had taken a whole new turn…

 

To be continued

[Menbendovr]

Awesome!  I love this story.  Keep going!  These guys got to complete the mission of making their house another poz den.  Another generation continuing the tradition and need that Omar’s house is providing.

[gingerdaddyG]

This story just gets better and better!

[nymidtowneast]

Fuck! Great chapters.

[Docebrown]

Another great chapter and looking like the rest of the house will slowly get into poz too😁

[ErikRaw]

Great chapters!  Piggy and a little romantic at the same time.  Thanks for sharing this with us @chunkychains!

[sleazebugga]

Great story

[chunkychains]

Sorry for the long delay in continuing this story.

 

Sam was welcomed into the party by the other men, and he seemed to be pretty at ease despite how unusual a situation it presumably was for him. He happily knocked back a couple of glasses of champagne, but I knew he must be in a certain mood when he reached for a packet of cigarettes and lit one up. It was only confirmed when he lit up a second almost as soon as the first was done.

“Sam” I said, “can I speak to you for a sec?”

He nodded, and we both got up and headed back into the hallway by the front door.

“Listen” I said, “I need you to know what this is.”

“OK” he said, grinning at me. “But if you’re going to tell me that this is a party where you and Bailey are going to get fucked nonstop by a bunch of old men, I’ve got that part clocked already.”

“Yeah” I said, “that’s what it is, but there’s more.”

I proceeded to tell him everything. Bailey joined us, but I did all the talking as I let Sam know the whole, unadulterated story. As much as the prospect of him becoming the third member of our house to he poz gangbanged got me hard as anything, and as much as I think Bailey maybe wanted it to happen without Sam’s knowledge, I couldn’t let that happen. This was probably going to blow up everything we had at the house, but I knew it was better coming from a place of honesty rather than Sam being unwillingly infected with our full knowledge.

“That’s hot” Sam said, once I’d finished.

“What?” I replied.

“It’s hot” he said. “You two getting gangfucked and pozzed is hot, so count me in.”

“What?” I said again, a bit dumbfounded.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Sam said. “You two found it hot, so why can’t I?”

“But you’re…” I began.

“I’m what?” Sam said. “Straight? Nah, that ship sailed ages ago.”

“Are you gay?” Bailey asked.

“Reckon I’m pan” Sam replied. “And fucking kinky” he added, with a devilish grin.

“This is more than a kink” I said.

“Yeah, I know that” Sam said. “But it’s still fucking hot, and I want in.”

I was torn, as I knew that something was just fundamentally wrong here. However, I also knew that Sam was going to get himself fucked by all the guys whatever I said to him. He had the same energy as he displayed back at the house whenever he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and headed out to the shed, like he’d set his mind on this and would not be satisfied until his hole was gaping. I knew that I could ask Omar and the others not to touch him and they would honour that, but that would not go down well with my housemate and could really fuck things up. The fact was, he was here, in this moment he wanted it, and despite my doubts I knew that having a third member of our house join us in this was going to be hot as hell. So, despite my misgivings, I relented.

“Fine” I said. “If you’re sure, then let’s go get you pozzed up like Bailey and me.”

“You two are poz?” Sam asked.

“Yeah” said Bailey, “that flu we had was us converting.”

“Fucking hot” said Sam, licking his lips.

“You’re really into this” said Bailey.

“Fuck yeah!” said Sam.

“Then let’s go get these guys to fuck you all night” I said, “and then we’ll keep fucking you round the clock at the house until you convert.”

“Yeah?” said Sam. “Including you?”

“Aaron tops now” said Bailey, grinning. “You’ll fucking love it.”

We all laughed, before heading back into the living room. I announced to everyone that Sam wanted to become the third member of our house who got pozzed, so the night would be shifting focus from the Recharge Party that had been planned to yet another gangbang of a hunky neg jock. Everyone cheered, before I added that Bailey and I still intended to leave with our holes well-used, causing another cheer from the excited group of men. Then, without any further ado, we all got up and headed out into the garden and over to the playroom.

“Before we begin” I said, “just a couple of things. First, Sam here likes to smoke while he’s being fucked, so make sure at least one of his hands is free, and give him and ashtray if he’s in the sling. Second, if it’s OK, Bailey and I would like to fuck him after Omar’s initiation. Then you can all have at it with him and us.”

Everyone agreed, so I stepped back and let Omar take over running things as normal. He wasted no time in getting Sam stripped naked, before he put our housemate in a thick padded leather collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs. He then led him over to the sling, encouraged Sam to lie back, and then attached his ankle cuffs to the chains. He plopped an ashtray, lighter and pack of cigarettes on Sam’s chest, and then got to work rimming and fingering our friend. Sam moaned in appreciation, before lighting up a cigarette, closing his eyes, and settling in. However, Omar had barely crouched down to start prepping his latest jock for conversion when he stood up and got between Sam’s legs.

“You’re loose” Omar said.

“Been riding big dildos all afternoon” Sam said, grinning while keeping his eyes closed.

“Fuck” Omar growled, before pushing himself into Sam in one quick thrust.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Sam yelled.

“Take my poz cock you hungry little cumdump” Omar yelled back at him.

“Fuck yeah!” Sam panted. “Fucking poz me up.”

Bailey and I looked at each other wide-eyed, realising the our friend was perhaps even more into this than we had been. We then turned back to watch Omar working himself into a furious rhythm, clearly egged on by how much Sam wanted to be fucked and bred. It didn’t take long for our housemate to get his first poz load of the night. Then, once Omar had withdrawn, I indicated for Bailey to step up. He slid straight into Sam and began to fuck him, grunting a little as he accelerated to fast and deep thrusts almost immediately. Sam’s eyes remained closed, a goofy smile on his face, and he took Bailey’s powerfuck without any trouble at all. There were rapturous carnal yells from both of them as Bailey slammed in and planted his poz seed into a neg hole for the first time.

“Sam” I said, as I stepped between his legs to replace Bailey, “look at me.”

Sam opened his eyes and looked up at me, and we maintained eye contact as I slid into his gaping wet hole. However, I then held in place, and we just looked at each other for a moment. I then reached down and took the packet of cigarettes, lighting up two before passing one to Sam. He put it between his lips and took a deep inhale, and only as he was exhaling did I start to slowly rock back and forth.

“Fuck yeah Aaron” he said, “that feels so good.”

“Yeah it does” I said. “Going to be fucking you a lot from now on.”

“Yeah” Sam panted. “Fuck me all the time.”

We kept eye contact throughout the fuck, only breaking when it was time to light up another couple of cigarettes. Unlike Omar and Bailey, I kept to a slow and steady rhythm, occasionally rotating my hips a little to work his insides differently, and it was clear he was loving every minute of it. Despite my slow speed, there was an incredible intensity to it, though nothing like what was there between Bailey and me. I had no feelings for Sam in that way, but there was definitely a deep connection. I found myself wondering afterwards if I would feel that with all the other housemates if or when I got a chance to fuck them too. Maybe I wasn’t such a bottom after all?

Eventually I could feel my loins brewing, and only then did I start to thrust a little harder. Sam panted more and more as I sped up, our eyes locked together right through my orgasm as I flooded his bowels with my newly-toxic seed. I remained buried inside him as I came down, before slowly slipping out of him. I crouched down and gently fingered his hole, before leaning in and licking off the cum that was starting to drip out of his wide-open hole. Once the flow had stopped, I stood back up and looked him in the eyes again.

“Everyone here is going to fuck you now” I said.

“I want them all” Sam panted, causing me to smile.

Omar fetched the bucket from the bar so the men could draw numbers, while I headed over to a sofa to slump down next to Bailey. He put his arm round me as we watched the first of the men step up to fuck Sam, and I leaned into him so my head was resting against his.

“This is wild” he whispered to me.

“This is fucking hot” I whispered back, causing him to chuckle.

We sat and cuddled for the whole duration of Sam’s time in the sling, watching as the men all took their turns to fuck, breed and poz our housemate. His enthusiasm for what was being done to him never abated, which still blew my mind as until that evening I had thought of Sam as just a straight guy with an occasional anal kink. He was instead now on course to become a pozzed-up pansexual, and probably a bit of a menace to society as a result. It was fucking hot.

Once the last guy had blown in him, Omar headed over to the cabinets and brought back an array of buttplugs. He pushed a medium one into Sam, but it went in with such ease that he changed his mind and pulled it out. The fourth one that he inserted, which was essentially a long and very thick dildo with a bulbous base to keep it in, seemed to satisfy him after Sam groaned loudly when it was pushed into him. Only once it was inserted and clearly staying in place did Omar stand up, release the ankle cuffs from the sling chains, and help Sam to his feet. Our housemate joined us and the rest of the men at the sofas, gingerly perching himself down as the enormous plug in his hole was pushed in deeper. We all then enjoyed some more champagne and cigarettes while chatting about anything and everything, giving the older men the chance to get their energy back.

“Gentlemen” Omar eventually announced, after standing up to face us all, “it’s time for Round 2.”

Everyone cheered.

“Aaron and Bailey here will happily take more of your poz loads however you want them” he said, “but I think our new boy Sam is primed and ready for some double-fucking.”

There was another cheer from the attendees. Sam, meanwhile, blushed while grinning.

“So, spread out, enjoy yourselves, and make sure our hunky guests feel welcome” Omar said.

Sam, Bailey and I looked around the leering faces of the men, and I could not help but feel butterflies in my stomach. The night had clearly just begun…

 

 

To be continued

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One of the men picked up an ashtray, and then went and lay down on his back on a mat on the floor. He plonked the ashtray on his chest, then held up his erect cock to make it obvious what was expected. Sam got off the sofa, hastily pulled the plug out of his hole, and then dutifully went over to the mat. He carefully knelt down to straddle the man, then reached behind to push the cock into his gaping hole. As he lit up a cigarette, another of the men got in position on his knees behind Sam, and slowly but firmly pushed his cock in alongside the first one. Sam moaned as he was stretched open, but then pushed himself back to impale his hole as much as possible on the two cocks. With puffs of smoke emanating from his mouth, he began to thrust himself up and down, clearly loving what I assumed was his first double penetration.

We all watched for a little bit, before the other men turned their attention to me and Bailey. A couple of them got my boyfriend off the sofa and led him over to the St Andrew’s cross. After securing him in place, and with a couple of others joining them, they began a round-robin fucking of his newly pozzed arse. He moaned and groaned in appreciation, arching his back as much as the restraints would allow so that his pert buttocks were pushed back to allow for the deepest penetration possible. It was fucking hot to watch from across the room, still slightly blowing my mind despite how much of his bottom side Bailey had already shown me.

Harry and Sid then got me off the sofa and walked me over to the other mat. Harry grabbed a sprung rim seat from the corner of the room and put it on the mat, while Sid fetched some gear from the cabinets. He removed my neck chain, handing it to me to hold, before he put a massively wide and heavy padded leather collar around my neck that kept my head straight up. He then took my chain back off me, before getting me to sit down on the rim seat. He then had me put my arms behind me, and used my neck chain to attach my bracelets to the support structure for the seat. I was basically immobilised, only really able to look straight ahead given how much the collar restricted the movement of my head. There was then some shuffling below me as Harry and Sid piled up some of the sofa cushions, before Harry awkwardly got down on his back and slid into position under me. Sid helped me push myself up a bit, and then when I came back down Harry’s cock made contact with my hole. Realising I was getting no preparation this time, I just gritted my teeth and bore down on his cock, pushing it into my dry hole. It hurt like hell, and I was grateful when Sid held some poppers to my nose. I finally got myself fully impaled, before allowing the springs on the seat to help me ascend. When Harry’s cock was about to fall out of me, I pushed back down to take him inside again, and so it went on. It was quite a lot of effort, but being fit and healthy I was able to maintain some stamina as I fucked myself on his cock. As he started panting I knew he was close to blowing, so I doubled down and fucked myself as hard as I could until he blew. Then Sid replaced him, and I had a much easier time of it now that I was lubed with Harry’s cum. Still, by the time Sid erupted in me I was exhausted, so it was a relief when they released me from that set-up. The collar was removed, and Harry put my big chain back round my neck before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Fucking you is never going to get old” he said, smiling at me.

We went over to the sofas to have a drink and a cigarette, and then they encouraged me to kneel on one of the armchairs that was positioned in such a way that I could see the rest of the room. Someone slid his cock into me, and then I settled in to enjoy a more comfortable fuck while I got to watch the rest of the action. Bailey was still being used repeatedly on the cross, but it was Sam that got my attention. He was now riding two different cocks than before, the first men to DP him presumably having blown already, but it was the fact that Sam was greedily alternating his mouth between two cocks that had me a bit shocked. It occurred to me that I had rarely - if ever - seen him sucking a cock, being pretty certain he had never blown me at least. Furthermore, anytime he had bent over and got his arse used, he would always be smoking. Yet now he was not only proving he had great technique with his mouth, but he was allowing himself to be double-fucked by poz cocks without puffing on a cigarette. He seemed to be really embracing what it was like to be a true cumslut bottom, which was fucking hot to watch.

I happily stayed on that armchair for quite some time, watching a succession of men double fuck Sam while anyone who wanted to used my own hole. Bailey was just taking load after load from the group of men who had gathered at the cross, and eventually was almost hanging from the chains and restraints on his wrists as his arse was relentlessly used. Sam took the occasional break from sucking cocks to smoke, but to be honest he was mostly allowing both his holes to be repeatedly breached. He must have been practicing, as he was swallowing any cock put into his mouth without gagging. His arse was also easily accommodating pairs of cocks at a time, making me wonder if the men might at some point try to find a way to get three in there at once.

Eventually the energy ran out, with Bailey being the first of the three of us to have his hole properly vacated. The men who had been using him almost dragged his exhausted body over to a sofa and lay him down, before they all slumped down themselves. A prolonged emptiness in my own hole let me know I was probably done for a bit, so I hauled myself up and went over to lie down next to Bailey and put my arm round him as he seemed to drift off to an exhausted sleep for a bit. Eventually the action on the mat also came to an end, and Sam came over and slumped down in the armchair I had been getting fucked on while several of the men who had been using him passed out on the mat or even the hard floor.

“You OK?” I asked him, speaking softly to avoid waking my boyfriend.

“Fuck yeah” breathed Sam, as he reached over to the table and grabbed a cigarette. “That was the best thing ever.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yes” he said, exhaling a big cloud of smoke before looking directly at me. “I can see why you’re all about cock.”

I chuckled, which caused Bailey to stir.

“Shhhh” I whispered into his ear.

“I’m OK” he said groggily, before opening his eyes and looking at Sam.

“Hey Sleepyhead” said Sam, grinning at him.

“Fuck off” said Bailey, grinning back at our housemate.

“Sam has just realised he might be a bit of a bottom” I said to Bailey.

“A bit?!” exclaimed Sam. “Mate, I’ve got you two beaten at your own game.”

We all laughed, before Bailey began to sit up which required me to do the same. He reached for a glass of water on the table and took a big swig, then handed it to me to drink the rest while he grabbed a nearly full glass of champagne that had been sitting next to the water and took a couple of sips.

“Cheers!” he said, holding the glass in the air. “Here’s to three cumdumps finding their true calling.”

“Cheers!” Sam and I both said, me raising the glass of water and Sam pretending to be holding a drink.

“So” said Sam, “who do you reckon is next?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“From the house” Sam said. “I mean, I’m getting fucked senseless here tonight, and then you two are going to make sure after that, so I’ll be poz soon no question. So who do you reckon is next?”

“Probably no-one” I said. “I mean, this is all a bit fucked-up, and the rest of the guys are probably going to be disgusted if they find out.”

“Nah, I don’t buy that” said Sam.

“Hugh” Bailey said.

“What?” I asked, turning to face my boyfriend.

“I reckon it’ll be Hugh” Bailey said, turning to face me. “I mean, all we would have to do is invite him round for a giant bukkake session with these guys, and he’d be bent over willingly getting fucked by them all straight after. You know what he’s like.”

“Maybe” I said, “but I need you to both agree that we’re not tricking anyone into this. Understand?”

“I mean, it would be fucking hot if…” Sam began.

“Sam, I’m serious!” I said. “We don’t bring any of them here, and we don’t fuck any of them at the house, without being completely honest about us being poz. Understand?”

Sam stared at me, before nodding.

“OK” he said. “You’re right. It should be their choice, like you made sure it was mine.”

“Do we tell them?” Bailey asked.

“I don’t know” I said. “Let’s worry about that some other time.”

I leaned forward and plonked the water glass on the table, before getting up and finding some glasses and a nearly full bottle of champagne. I topped up Bailey’s glass before pouring full ones for me and Sam, and then they both stood up and joined me in a circle. We clinked our glasses together and drank, before making our way over to the cabinets. As the other men rested or slept around the room, the three of us began to explore all the toys and gear Omar had in his collection, and then started to dress each other as we got both tickled and aroused by how we all looked. We managed to get Sam into a tight black rubber T-shirt and shorts, and Bailey then put a wide metal collar and matching cuffs on him while I found some boots for him to wear. We then got Bailey into a leather vest and chaps that seemed to fit his frame perfectly. I donned a harness, leather jockstrap and knee-high boots, with Sam plonking a tight Muir cap on my head.

“We look like such sluts” said Sam, lighting up a cigarette.

“We are such sluts” I laughed.

“Fuck yeah you are” said a man from across the room.

“And we’re about ready to fuck you all again” said another. 

Bailey, Sam and I all looked at each other and smirked, before my boyfriend and I also lit up cigarettes. The three of us then headed over to one of the mats, got down on all fours in a circle with our heads close together, and began to wiggle our exposed backsides.

“The doors are open boys” Bailey announced. “Show us what you’ve got.”

 

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After a couple of days of rest, Bailey and I did indeed start to fuck Sam regularly, and made sure he returned the favour given we both had our own needs in the bottoming department. Plans also got made for another party at Omar’s, but a couple of days before we three were due to return to the awesome playroom, Sam came down with the fuck flu. We nursed him through it, while making sure to fuck him occasionally while he was sprawled out on the bed, and then once he was better we took him off to get tested. He was genuinely thrilled with his positive result, and Bailey and I both then had to withstand him being the horniest we had ever seen him as he happily drained himself dry in our holes for nearly a week. My boyfriend and I did not fuck each other at all, so used up were we by our newly pozzed housemate.

The other guys could definitely tell there was something going on, with Sam, Bailey and I not joining in any group fun or visiting our other housemates’ bedrooms as we had often done before. A couple on them commented on Sam having now basically become a smoker, and he brushed off any queries on the sex front by saying he got what he needed elsewhere. Bailey and I being together perhaps shielded us from any probing questions, though I’m pretty sure some of the others knew how much time Sam was spending in our rooms. I even overheard Marcus say the word “throuple” about us, but said nothing and did not get any questions about it.

It was Tony who eventually took the plunge. The two of us were the only ones home, between lectures, library time and other academic activities occupying everyone else, and I was at my desk working on a paper when he knocked and came in. He sat down on my bed and looked at the floor for a moment, allowing me time to admire just how muscular he had now got. With the beard he had grown, the baseball cap and tank top he was wearing, and the chest hair fully visible, he reminded me of the bears I saw in many a porn film.

“What’s going on?” he eventually asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling my stomach erupt with butterflies.

“I mean with you, Bailey and Sam” he said. “I can tell Sam is lying, and I don’t think you and Bailey are so in love that you’d just stop having fun with the rest of us like this.”

“I…” I began, but he held up his hand.

“Please mate” he said, “just be honest with me.”

We stared at each other for a while, until I realised I was holding my breath and therefore allowed myself to exhale.

“OK” I said, “but you have to promise to just listen, be cool, and not tell anyone else.”

“I promise I will listen and not tell the others” he said, “but you’ve got me worried now so I can’t promise to be cool.”

“That’s fair” I said. “Just don’t hit me.”

“I promise” he said, giving me a weak smile.

Then I started talking. Throwing caution to the wind, I went from the very beginning of my own journey, right through how things had evolved with Bailey, and concluding with Sam’s recent conversion. I was breaking the confidence of my boyfriend and my housemate by revealing all of this, but I knew that Tony had clearly reached a tipping point and the future of our friendships with him was now reliant on the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. To his credit, he just sat and listened, not reacting to anything I said, not interrupting, and not ever giving me a reason to hold back. It was quite cathartic actually, making me realise how much the lies, deflections and excuses had been taking a toll on me. Still, as I finished telling the story, I became a nervous maelstrom again, and the silence after I stopped talking felt like it lasted an eternity.

“OK” he said. “Well, now at least I understand.”

“You do?” I asked.

“Yes” he said. “In fact, I respect you guys for not exposing any of the rest of us, and I get why you haven’t talked about it.”

“Oh” I said.

We sat in silence for a moment.

“I don’t know what else to say” I said. “But I hope you don’t hate me or those two.”

“Of course I don’t hate you” he said, before patting the space next to him on my bed. “Mate, come and sit here.”

I got off my desk chair and went over to sit next to him, and he put his arm round my shoulders.

“I could never hate any of you” he said.

“But you must think less of me now” I said.

“No” he said, squeezing my shoulder. “I actually think you’re fucking brave for working out who you are and going after what you want.”

“You do?” I said, slightly squealing.

“Yeah” he replied. “I’ve always looked up to you a bit. You arrived here straight, realised after one little experiment that you love cock, and you’ve never been ashamed of it. Then you come out as soon as you’ve worked out you’re actually gay, and now you’ve gone out and sorted something else you knew you needed.”

“I, er…” I stuttered.

“It’s OK” he said, giving my shoulder another squeeze. “In fact, I think it’s pretty fucking amazing.”

Then, to my utter surprise, he brought his other hand up and gripped his cock through his shorts, making me realise he was now hard. I looked down at his hand squeezing his dick, and felt my heart start to beat faster. Then he slid his arm off my shoulders and reached down to my own crotch, gently starting to rub my own hardening cock. I was speechless but very turned on, and allowed him to get a bit bolder with his hand movements as I sprung a full erection. I was about to reach over and start fondling him as well when he suddenly slid forward off the bed and onto his knees. He turned around, pushed my torso back onto the bed and then gripped the sides of my own shorts. He tugged at them, and I lifted myself up a little to allow him to pull them down. He then dived forward and swallowed my erect cock before I could do or say anything, causing me moan loudly. Not a word was uttered by either of us as he hungrily swallowed my cock, something he had never done before with me, and I just panted and groaned at the amazing feelings his tongue and throat were sending through me.

“I’m going to cum” I panted, putting my hand on his head to try to push him back.

However, he swatted me away and lunged forward so I was fully down his throat, at which point I lost it. My poz cum pumped down his throat, and he held fast and swallowed it all. Only once my balls had stopped pumping did he slowly pull back, withdrawing my cock from his throat so he could go back to sucking and licking it. Eventually he let it fall from his mouth, at which point he pushed himself up and sprawled on top of me. He held his head above mine and we looked into each other’s eyes, before he leaned down and gently kissed me. Then he pulled back and looked into my eyes again for a while, getting a more serious look on his face.

“When I’m ready, I want you to be the first one of you guys to fuck me” he said.

“When you’re ready?” I asked.

“Yes” he said. “I need to think about all this some more, but when I’m ready I want it to be you three rather than those guys you go and see.”

“You mean you want to…?” I asked.

“I think so” he said, “but let me think about it some more.”

“Of course” I said, a bit dumbfounded.

“I’d like to do this again though” he said, “and with Sam and Bailey too.”

“Er, yeah, sure” I said. “But you know there’s still a risk even if you’re just doing oral, right?”

“Yeah” he said, “so I’ll make my mind up quickly so we can do it properly.”

I smiled at him, suddenly feeling a wave of affection for him sweep over me.

“You’re so hot” I said. “I mean, I love Bailey, but I just realised how fucking handsome and sweet you are.”

“You’re only realising that now?” he said, grinning.

“Sorry” I said, smiling back at him. “You know how I always just focus on everyone’s cocks.”

“You big slut” he chuckled, before leaning in and kissing me again.

Then he pulled himself up off me and headed for the door, turning briefly to look at me and wink, and then he was gone. I lay back for a few minutes, and then eventually hauled myself up, pulled my shorts back on properly, did a quick trip to the loo, and then got back on with my paper. Somehow I managed to focus on it until it was done, and then I treated myself to a beer and a cigarette out in the frigid garden. My mind of course wandered off onto what had happened earlier with Tony, and where things might now be going with him. I was still in shock at the suddenness of it, particularly as he was nowhere near the top of my own list of who I thought might actually be up for any of this out of the seven remaining neg guys in the house. But my encounter with him had been so tender and genuine that I had none of the misgivings that had plagued me during the early part of Sam’s gang fuck at Omar’s place, and if anything I realised I really wanted to bring Tony over to our side with just me, Sam and Bailey being the ones to do it.

“I need to talk to you guys” I said to Sam and Bailey, when they both came back later on. 

Some of the others were back by then too, so I took the opportunity when it was just us three in the kitchen for a minute to quietly let them know we needed to meet upstairs later. When we did eventually manage to assemble in Bailey’s room that evening, in hushed tones I told them the whole story. They were both agape, but also horned up as I recounted my afternoon with Tony. I made sure they knew not to push him and just let him come to us in his own time, perhaps focusing this on Sam the most as I suspected his new-found ultra-horniness could get the better of him. They both agreed, and then our attention turned elsewhere. Mere minutes later I was swallowing Sam’s cock while Bailey hammered my hole, and all thoughts of Tony dissipated for a while. They remained at bay as I slammed my own cock into Sam while Bailey’s load dripped out of me, and it was only once I was curled up in my boyfriend’s arms that night that I began to think about our sweet and handsome housemate again. I felt nothing but warmth and affection for him as I thought about what he probably wanted from us, and those happy thoughts helped me to drift into a deep sleep.

 

 

To be continued