The Ballard Brotherhood

[chunkychains]

The three of us worked over Andrew throughout the night, though Justin eventually waved the white flag and said he needed to get some sleep before his shift in the morning, and he had relocated to the sofa in the lounge. Me and Bret knew we could sleep during the day before our evening shifts, so we just kept on using Andrew with short naps in between. Even though he didn’t have a lot of experience, his hole had some serious stamina which just showed what an excellent fucking cumdump he was going to be. But we had listened to what he’d said before, and Bret was more than willing to be the first guy that Andrew topped. He fucking loved it, blown away by having this hunky ex-soldier almost twice his size so happily taking his cock. I let him in me later too, but I could tell he found fucking Bret more exhilarating so I set an alarm on my phone for half an hour before I knew Justin’s would go off.

“If you think seeing your cock sliding in and out of Bret is something” I said to him, after I’d flipped him over and slid myself into him as payback, “just wait until you fuck that stud out there.”

Sure enough, the next morning the alarm went off, and I sent Andrew off to do the deed. Bret wrapped his arm back round me and fell asleep again, but I stayed awake and listened out in case there was a problem. But within 5 minutes Justin was starting to moan in pleasure from the lounge, that special sound that I just fucking love to hear when that masculine god shows off what a bottom he is. I heard Andrew climax, but a few minutes later Justin’s moaning began again. I smiled, and then snuggled back into Bret and closed my eyes. Justin was apparently 45 minutes late for work that morning.

We sent Andrew home in a cab, exhausted but about as happy as I reckon a person can be. He promised to let us know if anything happened, and we promised to fuck him plenty more times whether it was needed or not. With him gone, and some toast eaten, me and Bret went back to bed and slept all wrapped up in each other for a few hours. When we woke up I cooked some pasta and cheese sauce for us to eat before work, while Bret just sat on a chair in the kitchen chatting with me.

“I love this” he said, as we were eating.

“What?” I asked.

“This” he said. “You and me, just being boring.”

I chuckled at him, and then reached over and put a dab of cheese sauce on the end of his nose. He blew me a kiss, and then wiped it with his finger and licked it off in a sexy way. We just smiled at each other for a moment, and then got back on with eating. But all night I kept thinking about what he’d said, and the way he had looked at me. Yeah, I now knew my big brother was also a big softy, but even then he kept surprising me with how affectionate he was, and how much he loved me. Maybe I had insecurity or something, but every time he said or did something like that, it made me stop and realise that it was actually all true.

It was an uneventful night at the Dragon, and I didn’t see any of the others. Justin left the station late to make up for the morning, the twins were having a rare quiet night alone at home, and Bret was obviously at the gym. I didn’t mind though, as I was actually still really tired and kind of ready for a quiet one myself once the pub was closed. When I did go back, the twins were in their room, whilst Justin was on the sofa watching Netflix. I grabbed a glass of water and then went over and sat down with him, the pair of us shuffling around a bit so I could lean on him with his arms round me. He gave me a kiss on the side of the head, and then we just relaxed together. Bret came back later than usual looking fucking knackered, and he lay down on the sofa and put his head on my lap. I draped my arm over him, and he just quietly said he was sore from working out.

“Just that?” I asked.

“No” he chuckled. “Two fucking Turkish giants as well.”

“At the same time I’m guessing” Justin said.

“Twice” Bret responded. “You could run a fucking tube train up there now.”

We went back to relaxing together in silence, before Justin yawned. I was well ready for bed too despite how late Bret and I had got up, so we switched off and headed to our room. We went to sleep squeezed onto Bret’s bed, with me in the middle and the two big hunks wrapped around me. There was no sex, and it was still perfect.

The next morning I decided to go to see Dad, and out of the blue Kane said he would come with me. Kieron and Bret went off to do a big food shop as it was like Mother Hubbard was running the fucking household, and would go to the other flat later to see how things were going.

“You OK bruv?” I asked Kane, as we walked down to the bus stop.

“Yeah” he said. “It’s just…”

“What?”

“Last night” he said. “Me and K didn’t have sex.”

“And?” I asked.

“I dunno” he said. “All we did was just fucking lie in bed together watching shit on my phone, and it felt like the best night of my life or something.”

I stopped and turned to him, smiling.

“Bruv” I said. “It’s OK. We did exactly the same thing basically. It means you’re in love you big moron.”

He laughed as he playfully punched my shoulder, and then we carried on walking down.

“I guess you’re right” he said. “It just felt really fucking good. I didn’t think that would happen without sex.”

“I know” I replied. “We’ve been fucking like crazy lately, so I guess we all needed a break.“

“Yeah” he said.

“But break’s over, right?” I said, chuckling.

“Fuck yeah” he laughed. “Got some builders to breed later.”

We talked about the builders, and he admitted that he did feel something special for Jonas like Kieron had suggested. I decided to tell him about what I’d been thinking, in terms of having relationships they could be open about in public, and Kane got really thoughtful and quiet on the bus after that. But when we got off he said that he hadn’t thought of it like that, but it made sense and kind of felt right.

“You have to find out if Jonas and Pavel are feeling like you two are” I said.

He nodded, and then put his arm round my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. He kept his arm loosely resting there until we reached the rehab centre, which I really liked as it just showed how much my relationship with him had changed over the last few months.

Dad was noticeably different than I’d seen him, being quite lively and chatty. As it was a nice day we went outside into the garden area and walked a few laps with him before sitting at one of the picnic tables on the patio. He talked about the other people there, how he was sleeping better now, and the fact that he liked the food. Only when we sat down did he start asking questions about us and life at home.

“You two aren’t dealing or burgling are you?” he asked.

“No” Kane replied. “Why?”

“All this silver” he said. “You must be up to fucking something to have the money for it.”

“Dad” I said, “we’re not doing anything illegal or anything. But there are some things we’re going to have to talk to you about when you’re ready.”

Kane shot me a look, but I just nodded at him to let him know it was OK.

“Well” said Dad, “I’m ready.”

“Not today” I responded. “But none of it is bad, OK?”

Dad looked at both of us in turn, but then nodded.

“My therapist says I need to let go of things” he said, “so I’ll take your word for it.”

I decided to tell him about Stan and Winston, though I made out that I’d got to know them at the pub and had been helping them out with things and spending time with them for months before they died. Dad seemed a bit unsure about it all, but again he just let it go for the time being. I didn’t go so far as to say we brothers would all be moving in there together, as I wanted to have found out more about what it would mean for Dad and the current flat beforehand. We both brushed off questions about girls and instead focused on updating him about Bret’s job at the gym, though without the extra sordid details of course.

A woman came out of the patio doors and sat down next to Dad at the table. She introduced herself as Susan, his therapist, and then suggested that this was a good time for him to start having the conversations with us that they had been discussing in their sessions. Dad looked really nervous, but she got him calmed down with some breathing exercises that it was just fucking weird to be watching, but then he started talking. He went all the way back to when we were younger, and the things we would not have known about. Mum had got depressed after I was born, and had never really come back from it. Dad had then found out she was sleeping with other men, but had stuck by her as he knew she was having a lot of trouble. But things had not got any better, and she had stopped even lying about what she was doing outside their marriage. Dad had wanted to hold things together, but she had made it clear she had no interest in them still being together. He had managed to convince her to still be a mum to us and to pretend like we were a family, and she had reluctantly agreed for several years. Dad told us the spare single mattress they kept under their bed was actually what he pulled out and slept on at night, though often he just went to the sofa. He had put up with it for a long time, but was lonely and it all got too much for him one night when he had been out with his friends from the factory to celebrate one of their birthdays.

“It was a guy called Rob” he said, staring at the table.

“What was?” Kane asked, after there had been a few seconds of silence.

“Boys” Dad said, sighing. “When your mum and me stopped, you know, it was something else

I needed.”

“Men?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Before your mum, I, er…” he said, but stopped again and his face looked really pained as he stared at the table.

“Dad” I said, “would it help you to get this out if I told you that me, Bret, Kane and Kieron are all gay?”

His face shot to mine.

“What?” he asked.

“Yep” I said. “I’m not messing with you Dad. That was one of the things we were going to talk to you about later.”

“Oh” he said, staring at me.

“It’s true Dad” Kane said. “We all are.”

Dad didn’t say anything, so Susan began softly speaking to him. However, he waved at her to stop, and then turned back to me.

“Luke” he said. “Thank you for telling me that. It does help.”

“OK” I replied.

“So, yeah, I guess I don’t have to be so fucking scared of talking about this then” he said.

He went on to tell us about starting to hook up with Rob, from blowjobs to fucking Rob to having Rob fuck him. After hesitating again, he admitted that he had also started having anonymous encounters with men in parks, toilets, bars and other places.

“But then your mum left” he said. “I thought she’d gone missing until she finally fucking wrote me a bloody letter.”

He told us about his whole life turning upside down as he tried to cope with looking after us on his own, especially as the older boys began acting out even more than they had been. He said he stopped doing anything with Rob or other men, and was so tired and stressed at the end of each day that he often cried himself to sleep. But he had managed to keep going until the factory closed, and then had fallen into depression. He handled it with booze, becoming an alcoholic, and could not actually remember much of the past few years except in nightmares. He then paused, and sat staring at the table.

“Go on Ed” said Susan, taking his hand. “It’s time.”

He hesitated for a moment longer, and then looked up at me and Kane.

“I just want to say I’m sorry” he said, with tears in his eyes.

I looked over at Kane, and was surprised to see tears rolling down his face too. Not surprised that he was upset, but surprised that he would allow himself to cry in front of Dad.

“I’m sorry too” said Kane. “I know I was a fucking little shit. Kieron and Bret too.“

“That’s OK son” Dad said. “It was fucking messed up at home, and you were just boys.”

“No” said Kane. “It wasn’t fucking OK. I still can’t believe the shit we put Luke through, and I guess what you and Mum had to put up with as well. I’m sorry.”

The apologies went back and forth until Susan intervened, suggesting that we should focus not on the past but on the future. She said Dad had some way to go, but would need our help once he was home so he could avoid a relapse into reliance on alcohol. Kane and I did a sideways glance at each other, but did not say anything more about our upcoming move to the other flat. We just listened to what she had to say, talked to Dad a little more, and then agreed with them both that all four of us would come back soon for a full session to discuss everything further.

“Fuck me” said Kane, as we lit up cigarettes back out on the street.

“Yeah” I said. “I guess we at least know where we all got the gay from.”

I needed to see Stephen while I was in town, so Kane headed back to the bus so he could join Kieron at the building site. I got done what I needed to on all the legal shit, and then went off to meet Shane. He could tell I was rattled, and fed me a couple of shots of vodka while I talked about some of it. He was open-mouthed by the end, and poured himself a shot while dishing out a third for me. I did eventually fuck him thinking it might help take my mind off it all, but it didn’t work and he could see I was distracted. He put me in the shower, took a quick one himself after, and then we went out for a walk down to the river. It was really nice just talking to him some more about everything.

“Shane, mate” I said. “Is it OK if we stay friends after?”

“After what? My conversion?” he asked. “What do you mean is it OK?”

“I just mean that I want to stay friends with you” I said. “I like you, and I like having a friend like you.”

“Oh come here you big poof” he said, wrapping his arms round me in a hug. “Of course it’s fucking OK. It’s more than OK. I like you too, and yes, I want to be your friend too.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes really” he said. “Luke, welcome to the big gay world. Half of us have fucked our friends at some point.”

I laughed as he let go of me.

“Half?” I said.

“Well, I don’t know the actual fucking number” he said, “but amongst my friends there’s been all sorts of past relationships, friends-with-benefits or just ill-advised drunken fumblings in the past. It’s normal, and as long as you don’t get hung up about shit, it’s fine.”

“Well, OK then” I said.

“What you’re doing for me is always going to make you very special to me” he said. “I know you don’t want anything more than that, and that’s fine. I’ll settle for being your friend.“

I went home feeling better, and having got a text from Bret to say he was heading over to the gym early so he definitely got a workout in before whatever else started happening once his shift started, I just got changed for the pub. But as I was about to go back out, the door was unlocked and opened from the other side, with Justin coming in still in his uniform. He closed the door, then turned round and took my face in his hands. He planted his lips on mine and gave me a deep kiss, and had a big smile on his face when he pulled back.

“I needed that” he said.

“Did something happen?” I asked.

“Nah” he said, still smiling. “Just always need that.”

My heart skipped a little beat as I started grinning back at him, and I grabbed his vest and yanked him closer to me. The second kiss was much longer and deeper, and he looked almost high after I pulled back.

“Now you’re just going to fuck off to the pub and leave me like this, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“Yup” I replied, grinning. “But I’ll be back later.”

As it happened, he could not wait until later. Taking a leaf out of Stan and Winston’s book, he came by the pub close to my break time, and he round the back of the bins I fucked and bred my absolute hunk of a policeman boyfriend. He was itching for more too, and was waiting for me when the pub closed.

“Off duty for a couple of days” he said, as I lit up a cigarette for the walk back.

“And?” I asked.

“And” he said, grinning, “that means I can do whatever tonight.”

‘Whatever’ turned out to mean he was in the mood to be fucked again, and I was buried inside him about 30 seconds after we got through the door. After I put another load in him he was down on me cleaning me up but also trying to get me hard again, so I decided to have some fun with his horniness. I got him to put all his police gear on, and then he lay back on the sofa and I slid into him missionary. Bret came home during that fuck, and he was all horned up too so he pushed into my hole for a chain fuck. He saved the load for Justin though, ploughing into our boyfriend once I had bred him again. This went on all night, with Kane and Kieron even fucking a load each into him when they got back from live-streaming a session with two older guys in an apartment in town. Bret and I double-fucked our last loads of the night into Justin on my bed, and then we all went to sleep on Bret’s. The next morning the hunk was still insatiable though, so I took him with me to the park toilets to show him the ropes. We didn’t see him for the next three hours, and when he got back he finally seemed satisfied.

“You’re such a cumdump lately” Bret said to him. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know” said Justin. “But it’s starting to be a problem. I nearly fucking mounted some passed out druggie in the cells yesterday when I saw his dick was hard through his shorts.”

I suggested he reach out to Grant to line up a gangbang or two, and in the meantime he went with Bret to the gym to offer himself up in the storeroom before stopping by the pub to take a load from me during the break. He came by again later looking truly fucked-out, and admitted he’d gone back to the park loos after. Bret and I fucked him some more that night, but demanded a better night’s sleep so left him to lie on the other bed with a big dildo until he finally passed out too.

[chunkychains]

“I can’t remember the last time I opened one of these” said Brian, as he ripped the foil off the champagne. “Not something we get much demand for here!”

I laughed at him, and then watched the cork go flying when he popped it. He plonked the bottle in the ice bucket, and I headed off outside with it and three glasses.

“Cheers boys” I said, after pouring it out.

“Cheers!” said Bret and Justin, as we clinked our glasses together.

Brian did not mind me having a couple of drinks before my shift, and bought my bullshit about us celebrating Bret getting a promotion at the gym. There was no promotion, but I needed some kind of cover story. No, the three of us were there to celebrate the messages we had received that morning.

“To Andrew” Bret said.

“And Shane” I added.

We each took a gulp, then put the glasses down and lit up cigarettes. I chuckled at the metallic crash as both of them put their wrists down on the table at the same time, two kilos of silver and gold hitting the wood at the same time.

“How’s your friend?” Justin asked.

“Said he felt like shit” I replied, “but that a couple of mates were looking out for him.”

“That’s good” Bret said. “I wonder if Andrew’s parents have any idea why he’s so sick?”

“I doubt it” I laughed. “Stephen will make sure he’s OK though.”

Having both guys start converting on the same day blew my mind a bit, but it also made me really happy. They both really wanted it, and now it had finally happened. I also liked that it had been so different, with Andrew being gangbanged like crazy by the three of us, while with Shane it had just been me over a few weeks and I’d gained a friend out of it. I was so fucking pleased for both of them, but in a way especially for Shane. I didn’t know why really, I just was.

We sat and chatted, agreeing that it was time to double down with Gheorghe and help the hunk become who he wanted to be.

“Either of you got fucked by him yet?” I asked.

They both shook their heads as they took a puff on cigarettes.

“You should” I said. “Fucking awesome cock.”

Bret smiled, but I had mainly said that to get a reaction from Justin. The poor guy was still being tormented by his hole, for which there didn’t seem to be enough cock on Planet Earth, and as I expected his eyes glazed over in lust.

“Mate” laughed Bret. “Go and do a deal with him. For every load you fuck into him, he has to fuck one into you. He’s so desperate for what you’re carrying, he’ll definitely agree.”

Justin looked at us both, then picked up his glass and necked the rest of the champagne. He took a big puff of his cig and stubbed it out, then stood up and started walking off towards the other flat. Bret and I started laughing when we saw him break into a run. That night he didn’t come back, with Kieron messaging us to say that Justin had arrived clutching a dirty mattress he’d found by the bins, and he and Gheorghe were going to be sleeping on that in the flat. It sounded kind of disgusting, but I knew there wouldn’t be much sleeping.

Bret and I sat and chatted as we drank the rest of the champagne, though I let him have most of it as I still had to work. He asked a bit about Dad, and I did my best to not give anything away while suggesting that he and Kieron go and see the old man together like me and Kane had. Bret knew something was up, but he didn’t push me on it. Instead he changed the subject, fishing out his phone to show me something he had ordered.

“Bruv, what the fuck?” I asked.

“You like?” he said, smiling.

“Of course I fucking like it” I said, “but seriously, more?!”

He put his hand on his chest and lifted up his chain, before dropping it.

“This is too light man” he said. “I’m a big muscle god, I need the bling to match.”

“You’re fucking insane” I said, staring back down at the picture of the 2.5 kilo chain he now had on order. “But it’s going to look hot as fuck.”

“Yeah it is” he said. “Can’t wait to have you tugging it as you fuck me.”

“I’ll have to fucking hit the gym first!” I laughed.

I so desperately wanted to reach over and kiss him, but knew I couldn’t. If we were out in town then I would have done, but around here everyone knew we were brothers and that would just end in fucking disaster. I reckon Bret felt the same way from how we were looking at each other, and that night after my shift we finally let it all out when we nearly broke the bed.

The next day I chilled out after my amazing night with Bret, stopping by the flat to check on things and finding myself laughing hysterically at the sound of Justin being fucked senseless in the guest bedroom where the dirty mattress had been put. Jonas and Pavel were busy, and it was all starting to look more like a home again. I chatted to Pavel for a bit, who said he had heard about Andrew and Shane and was looking forward to it happening to him. I also talked to Jonas a little bit, noticing his English was definitely getting better.

“Your brother is good for helping him” Pavel said. “I try too, but Kane a better teacher.”

I stifled my urge to laugh out loud at the prospect of Kane being a teacher, and just said I was happy they were enjoying working for us. Then I headed off to go to Nisa for some cigarettes, before I needed to go and get ready for whatever Grant had lined up for me that night. But when I got to Nisa I found that Will was alone in there.

“Hey” I said, “two packs of Marlboro Gold please mate.”

“Sure” he said, a small smile on his face.

“No Clive or Aimee?” I asked.

“Clive’s upstairs sorting something out with a delivery” he said, “and Aimee’s at an interview.”

“Oh right” I said. “She leaving?”

“It’s for an evening college” he said. “But if she gets in then I might be here doing more shifts.”

“Cool” I said. “Would be nice to see more of you” I added, with a wink.

He went bright red, and I knew right then that he was going to be next. Poor Aimee, but I knew a guy who wanted to be fucked when I saw one, and Will was ready to be burst out of the closet he was in. He had a hot body too, so I kind of hoped he might be up for doing a bit of the fucking himself. But I’d have to work on all that, and make sure I didn’t scare him off. Somewhere down the line I would have to think about whether to tell him about prep, as there certainly weren’t going to be any condoms used.

I got lazy and took an Uber into town, and was soon up on Grant’s balcony having a cigarette and some whiskies.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s happening tonight” I asked, “or do I find out when I get there?”

“Oh right, sorry” said Grant. “Well, this one’s a fun one. You’re going to be an escort who goes to a house where a load of straight uni jocks think they’ve booked a woman. They’re all so horny they decide to fuck you anyway. Then one of them is going to quietly admit he deliberately ordered you, and you’re going to fuck him.”

“Hot” I said.

“The thing is” he said, smiling at me, “these guys are actually straight, including the one you’re going to fuck.”

“What?” I asked. “For real?”

“Yep” he said. “Well, they can’t actually be straight based on what they’ve been doing, but they still think they are and are just experimenting.”

“What have they been doing?” I asked.

“Jerking off together to gay porn” he said, grinning. “Including you and your brothers.”

“Fuck” I said. “That’s funny.”

“Yeah” he said. “The one you’re going to fuck has been getting pegged by his girlfriend.”

I laughed out loud, and then thought of something.

“Wait, are they poz or on prep?”

“No” he said, “or so they’ve told me.”

“Do they know I am?” I asked.

“They want the risk” he said. “I made doubly fucking sure as I know you’re not into stealthing.”

I gulped back a whisky and took a deep inhale of my cig.

“That’s a bit fucked up” I said, “but if they know then that’s their own fucking problem.”

Grant smiled at me, and then grabbed the bottle to top up my glass. We stayed out there for a bit longer, and then went indoors. He had me strip down to my jock, and then got me dressed in a pair of black leather trousers, boots and a tight white T-shirt. We then went downstairs to his car, and drove off to an area near the university. He left me in the car while he went up to the house to speak to the guys, before he and I did a quick bit of filming of me walking up the street and knocking on their door. I then had to wait in the car again while he went inside and filmed a bit of the guys jerking off while anticipating the prostitute’s arrival, before he decided it was time for me to meet them.

They were all pretty fucking hot, sitting in only their shorts with their jock bodies on display. I could tell they were nervous so I decided to talk to them for a few minutes to relax them, and then they asked me a few questions. I confirmed I was poz, and that there was indeed some risk to fucking me without a condom. They all looked both nervous and horny, and Grant decided we should get started. We began by filming the ‘reveal’ of my arrival, and their horniness taking over as they decided to fuck me anyway. They were mostly OK at acting this out, or at least by porn standards, and Grant seemed happy. He then went out to the car to get a few more cameras, set them up around the living room, and once everything was rolling he let us get on with it.

There were five of them, and I enjoyed having a go at sucking them all off. Then I sexily stripped down to my jock, and a couple of them fingered me a bit. Then, with me on all fours on an armchair, they took it in turns to fuck and breed me. Three of them were pretty good, the other two were just OK. We cut for a bit, with a couple of them bumming cigarettes off me out in their back garden, and then for the second round I rode all their cocks. I then went into missionary position on a sofa so they could each shoot on my hole and push back in. We had another break, with all five of them bumming cigarettes off me that time, and then we did the final group scene where I was bent over in the middle of the room and spit-roasted until they’d all come in my arse or mouth.

One of the guys who hadn’t been the best at topping looked a bit on edge as we had another drink and smoke together in their garden, and I guessed he was probably the one I was going to be fucking. As the others started to go back inside, he asked for another cigarette which I happily gave him. He was extremely cute, looking like he might be mixed-race white and something from the Far East. He had really nicely toned muscles, and I had already noticed his arse was very tight.

“Are you the bottom for the next scene?” I asked, and he just nodded. “Are you sure about this?”

He looked at me for a moment, and then nodded.

“Yeah” he said quietly. “I’m Zac.”

“But mate” I said, stepping a little closer. “I’m poz, you’re not on prep, and this is going to be bareback.”

“I know” he said.

“Look” I continued, “just one poz fuck might be OK, but it also might not be. Are you at least going to get some PEP tomorrow?”

He stared at me, and then looked down.

“No” he said. “I’m not.”

“Do you want to be poz?” I whispered to him. He just nodded in response, so I carried on. “Are you gay too?”

“I think so” he said, after a long pause. 

“Well, OK then” I said.

“I just really get off on you and your brothers in those videos” he blurted out. “When you’re getting fucked I want to be you, and when you’re fucking I want to be the bottom.”

I smiled at him, and put my hand on his shoulder.

“You know” I said, “you could have asked Grant for a session just with you and the four of us.”

“I know. But…” he said, before nodding towards the other guys inside.

“What do they think about what you’re about to do?” I asked him.

“They think it’s a bit sick” he replied, “but I know they also think it’s hot.”

I looked through the kitchen windows at the four of them standing around having cold beers. They all had nice arses, and looked even cuter now I’d fucked around with them all.

“Don’t worry” I said, leaning over towards Zac. “If we do this right, I’ll be back here with my brothers sometime and they’ll all be bent over.”

Zac smiled and chuckled, and I saw his dick harden.

We went back inside, and Grant ushered us up the stairs. I saw some of the other guys rubbing their crotches, a couple licking their lips, and it was fucking clear that they were as into this as Zac was. I knew by the time they graduated this would be a house full of pozzed-up gays.

It took a while to get Zac’s nerves under control, but an extended rimjob did the trick as he was moaning with desire by the end of it. He clearly used a dildo a lot as he was quite easy to get into and took my cock without any pain, and when I started fucking him he was completely into it. Grant had drilled him on being verbal but not saying anything that might be a problem in the video, with us once again relying on my tattoos to make it clear what was happening. He may have been a disappointing top, but he was a natural bottom. When I had him on all fours he arched his back inviting me to pound him, and when in missionary he held his legs right back and seemed to be begging for it with his facial expressions. He was enthusiastic and energetic when riding me on top, and then he held his buttocks out as wide as possible while on his front as I finally fucked a poz load into his neg hole. I was more than ready to go again and so was he, so we did a second breeding even though Grant had only planned to film one. As he sat on top of me, having rode me to my second orgasm, there was some noise from the landing outside so Grant opened the door to ask whoever it was to be quiet until we were done. All four of them were out there with their cocks out, and the looks on their faces caused another very quick change to the ‘script’. Zac was put on all fours so he could clean off my cock, while his housemates all quickly fucked and bred him. They did not hesitate about plunging their raw unprotected dicks into the two poz loads already clogging up Zac’s hole, and then afterwards one of the guys dived in and felched the loads out. I chuckled to myself about how easy it was actually going to be to get them all bouncing on poz cocks.

“Well, that took a turn” said Grant, as we started the drive home.

“Yeah” I said. “It was fun.”

“Those boys are…” Grant began.

“…going to all be pozzed up by graduation” I finished, causing Grant to laugh. “Seriously though, line them up for a second shoot with all of us Ballards and Justin, and I guarantee you that they’ll all be bottoming.”

“I don’t think you’re wrong” he said. “And yes, I am definitely going to be doing that!”

We chatted about the flat, my dad, and then got on to Justin’s issues.

“Yeah, he messaged me about that” Grant said.

“You have to help him out man” I said, laughing. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with him, but he’s hard up.”

“He still needing to wear a mask?” Grant asked.

“I think he’d be willing to broadcast his face on fucking BBC if it meant he was filled with cock” I said. “But yeah, should probably keep him hidden.”

“Leave it with me” Grant said.

Gheorghe got a break the following night, as Grant came through quickly and big-time for Justin. Me and Bret even went to watch for a bit, which was fun. It was at the same warehouse as I had first seen K&K in, and Justin was in a set of stocks with a hood over his head. Even though he had to work the next day, he stood in those stocks for eight straight hours, getting fucked and bred by an endless number of guys who stopped by. His chain and bracelet rattled against the wood as he was thrust back and forth, his moans never stopped except for when he was sipping water or someone had put a lit cigarette in his mouth, but by the end of it he was finally satiated. That video became a huge success, and led to Grant having an idea for something all five of us could do, but that’s a story for another day.