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I miss Bijou Chicago. Bijou New York - not so much.

Do you remember the first time you took a cock in your mouth? Were you nervous? did you enjoy it and did he cum in your mouth?

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I’m going to recount some experiences I’ve had. I’m Dave, and most of these stories are true or as true as I can recall. Generally, I use the actual first names of the guys. MY DETAILS As I mentioned, I’m Dave and I grew up in a religious family in the northeast of the USA. My parents made us go to church every Sunday. For high school, I was sent to an all-boys parochial school. That decision was made for me. I grew up sheltered and knew very little about sex but found early on that I had a jockstrap fetish. I also knew that I found looking at some of my classmates irresistible. But none of this really meant much to me as a kid – I really couldn’t make sense of it. After all, I couldn’t be gay because it was a sin, and I was a good Catholic boy, although very mischievous. I stand about 5 feet 9 inches and I’ve always been athletic with a tight body, especially my pecs and my ass. I have blue-grey eyes and dirty blond hair. In the mid 1980s, I probably weighed 150 pounds. Fast-forward to my junior year of college in 1985. Looking back, I was deeply in the closet to myself. I got rid of my virginity to a woman at my college, and it was mediocre sex. I was still looking at dudes I thought were hot at the university and there were a lot of them. I had a lot of straight friends – both guys and women. I knew some gay guys, but I found that I couldn’t identify with them. BOB Through my 2nd year of university, I lived in a dorm, but I wanted to get an apartment. I knew a cool guy named Bob who was looking for a roommate. Bob was a handsome Italian American and about my size and a jock. I had not yet seen him without a shirt, but I daydreamed that he was a hairy otter. Bob was the type who had a five o’clock shadow by 9 am. I asked Bob if he was still looking for another roommate and he said he was. DAN The other roommate who was living in the apartment was Dan. I already knew Dan for a few years, and whenever I saw him, I found myself staring at him because he was stunning. Dan stood about 5 feet 10 inches and had a lean, muscled body. He was a rugby player and I’d been to see a couple of matches where he had played. He had blue eyes and long brown, wavy hair not quite to his shoulders. Despite his mesmerizing beauty, he was usually an arrogant prick to most other people, unless he was after pussy at a party or a bar. Then he could turn on the charm. This is how Dan looked when we were in our 20s. I decided I was busy enough with studies and a part time job so that I could minimize any unpleasant interactions with Dan. So, Bob and I shook hands, and I moved into the spare bedroom in his apartment just off campus. THE DAWNING As life at the apartment settled into a normal rhythm, all three of us got along surprisingly well. Bob was always friendly and outgoing, Dan was more to himself and maybe a bit introverted. A few months passed and one night, I came into a darkened apartment after going out with some friends to a party. I walked toward my room and noticed a dim light coming from Dan’s room. As I walked past, I saw Dan awake laying in bed in his white briefs. I said, “Hey, how’s it going? Did you stay in tonight?” Dan replied, “No, I had a date with a new woman, but it wasn’t great, so I ended it early. I’m going to grab a beer. You want one?”, as he got up out of bed. “Sure, I’ll have one,” I said. We chatted about random things. After our third or fourth beer, Dan said, “I notice that you’re always staring at me and when I look up, you look away. Why is that?” I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, and I stammered. He continued, “You think I’m hot don’t you? Well, I am. I think you’re pretty sexy too,” and he reached out to my chest and lightly pinched my left nipple through my tee shirt. I let out a gasp and tentatively, I reached out to his naked pecs as he leaned in to kiss me, his left hand reaching up to the back of my head. Once that initial kiss broke the ice, we were all over each other and moved to his room, slamming the door behind us. Both our cocks were rock hard as we got on his bed and kissed like two horny young guys do. I’d never touched another man’s cock yet alone sucked one. I licked his nipples, and he took my head in his hands and moved me down toward his cock. I noticed that there was some pre-cum gathering on his cock head, so I licked it and he groaned. My first attempt at giving head wasn’t too bad and I later found I was a natural born cocksucker. My own cock was also dripping pre-cum by now. Dan was on his back as I was sucking him, and I moved back up to kiss him as his muscular legs wrapped around me. Our cocks were sword fighting and pre-cumming all over each other’s dicks. Then he grabbed my cock and smeared some spit and his pre-cum all over my head and pushed me toward his hole. I fumbled around for about 10 seconds, but then my cock head found his hole. Dan had a smooth hole and as I reared up, he put his ankles on my shoulders, and I pushed my mushroom head into him and then past his ring. He hole was so much tighter than the pussy of the one woman I had fucked, and I kept pushing in. My brain was overloading with so many conflicting thoughts, but my cock head was clearly in charge as I finally bottomed out in Dan, my hairy balls against his taint. “Fuck Dave, you feel incredible. I didn’t know your cock was so big.” “Dude, your ass is so tight I could fuck you all night,” I replied. I was sweating like a pig onto Dan’s chest and abs as I pounded him. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this incredible man. I realized now that what I was feeling as I grew up, and that I was at least bisexual or maybe even gay. After pounding Dan’s ass about 10 minutes, I let out a groan and pushed my cock all the way into him and shot about 7 cock strokes of cum deep in Dan’s ass. I collapsed onto him for a second and left my dick in him as my cock softened. I kissed him and felt his still-hard cock on my stomach. I moved back down and took his cock into my mouth and gave him the best head I knew how to. “Dave, you’re going to make me cum,” and then I felt Dan’s hot cum hit the back of my throat. I was a bit panicked because I didn’t know what to do with it and I was a little grossed-out. “Swallow it. Just fucking swallow that load,” Dan said in a commanding tone. So, I did. Later, I would come to love the taste of cum, but not that night. “Listen, this has got to stay between us,” Dan said. I nodded my head. “You should probably go back to your room in case Bob comes back soon. “Yeah, right” I replied, and grabbed my clothes and left.

Chapter 5: The Price of Priority Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 3; REDACTED LOCATION 21:20 MST 30-Oct-20XX “Barlow! Respond, private! That's an order!” Gravestone’s voice boomed over the radio. Only silence followed as the private failed to answer the repeated requests. Gravestone’s eyes showed irritation and simultaneous concern as he waited for the familiar static and his comrade’s voice. “That’s not like him,” Lockjaw interjected, a hint of disbelief in his voice. “He wouldn’t go AWOL on us.” “What makes you so sure?” Patch asked. “He just wouldn’t!” Lockjaw exclaimed. “There must be some interference from the structure.” Stag clicked his tongue loudly. “The pipsqueak shouldn’t have run off in the first place.” The others turned to look at him, some with silent, accusatory eyes. Elais took a single step forward. “Stag’s right, he really should have waited for us, or at least some backup. The survivor wasn’t going to give us any useful intel, and we’ll probably find him just around the corner.” Stag snickered. “Yeah, or inside in a stall in the lavatory with a lighter and a spoon. Who knows what the hell drugs he was on?” Gravestone’s lips twisted to one side. He had enough of Stag’s smart mouth and dismissive comments. “Let’s not forget why we’re here.” He paused and finally said, “I agree with Lockjaw. It’s not normal. Patch, Pixel, go find him and find out what happened. If we have problems with the comm inside the facility, this mission will be a lot harder.” “Make sure to stay alert. We have no idea what that sound was, so keep on high alert,” Elias added. “Ten-four,” Patch’s voice came over the radio. “Zero, go with them and provide backup,” Gravestone ordered. “If anyone finds the survivor, tranq his ass, and don’t let him get away this time.” “Yessir,” Pixel answered cheerfully. Patch and Pixel looked at one another with obvious but silent concern. Pixel left the workstation while the download to the flash drive continued. —-------------- A speedily-moving car. Location unknown. 21:23 MST. 30-Oct-20XX The elderly man in the back of the car closed the unmarked folder gently, and set it down in his lap. Leaning back on the headrest, he closed his eyes, and exhaled gently. He swiftly ran his liver-spotted hand across his bald head in a backward direction, and tried to moisten his lips with his tongue. General Anton Krell had been called in at the insistence of DARPA, but their request was something out of the ordinary. Nine men forming the Black Sigma team had been despatched to the Helixion Genetics Labs to mount a rescue mission for the scientists, or so they had been told. But Anton knew differently: those men were lambs for the slaughter. What he had read in the dossier, and what Black Sigma had been told, were two different things. In reality, the men were expected to find the scientific data for a top secret military project (as they surely would find), but returning alive and unscathed wasn’t accounted for. The project was to create super-soldiers, and Black Sigma would provide the guinea pigs. The first test subjects. However, if the men survived the ordeal… well, the ‘Powers That Be’ didn’t account for that particular outcome. It would be classified a mission failure, even if Black Sigma considered it successful themselves. It wasn’t the first time Anton had been involved in such a deceptive experiment. After a bioweapons experiment in East Germany, he had the unhappy duty of damage control, and many ethics guidelines were violated to do so. But it had been in vain - a leak in his tightly-constructed plan created a situation where the news got out. Paragraphs got into all the papers, and Anton was discharged from service as a public show of enforced ethics protocols. The General took an early retirement with a hefty severance pay, which was most certainly a bribe to keep quiet about what really went on in Berlin. Now he was whizzing away in the back of a dark-windowed vehicle to the site of Helixion Genetics to deal with a similar situation. His previous experience in military cover-ups, despite the fallout from his German experience, made his reinstatement an inspired choice. DARPA thus brought him out of retirement with a substantial bribe to superintend this mission. Anton did not see their true intent - if the program failed, or if scandal should follow, they could point the finger at Anton and keep their hands clean. And the General was aged enough that they could call his faculties into question if they needed a scapegoat again, and no one would doubt that he was a little past it. This won’t be like Berlin, he assured himself. Helixion, at least, is better prepared. The thought irritated him, and he wished the car had been equipped with a bottle of bourbon or something to ease his nerves. “Driver, can this thing go any faster?” he demanded from the cushy black leather seat. “ETA 12 minutes, General,” came the driver’s kind reply. “Good. Thank you. See if we can’t do it in ten.” It will be a shame to waste all those good soldiers, he thought. It's a little premature to launch the super-soldier initiative. But the data is too valuable to lose. Then we can sell it to the highest bidder, and make a fortune. One must break a few eggs sometimes. —----------------- Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 1; REDACTED LOCATION 21:25 MST 30-Oct-20XX Patch and Pixel reached the bottom of the stairwell with Zero hanging back between the first and second floor. No sign of Sticks was to be found anywhere, no sound at all. “I still say he went up, not down,” Pixel said with irritation. “It was 50-50,” Patch answered. “We’ll look down here first, and work our way back up. Zero, what’s your 20?” “Clear.” It was then that Patch noticed the glass double doors, and an umbrella curiously discarded in the middle of the hall. Its metal bent slightly to one angle, and the glass doors wide open. He picked it up and inspected it. “Looks like someone left in a hurry,” he said coolly. With the umbrella in one hand, he examined the door with the other. “There are scratches in the frame here. Looks like … maybe someone tried to… I don’t know, lock the doors with this?” Pixel came closer, and nodded his head slightly. “Whatever it was, it didn’t work,” Pixel said after a moment. “But there’s no other sign of struggle here. And the doors are wide open. Sticks probably didn’t come this way, like I said.” Next, Patch observed a small amount of liquid on the glass. Droplets had run down a little ways, then abruptly ended. A memory crossed Patch’s mind before it was instantly gone, his attention quickly going back to the task at hand. Meanwhile, Pixel had spotted a janitor’s closet. The door was ajar. Pixel raised his flashlight, and peered inside. Nothing to be seen here, he thought. Some of the cleaning supplies were in disarray, and a mop had fallen over. Then he spied a puddle on the floor. The room smelled of chemicals and solvents, and something that Pixel couldn’t identify. Someone had been in here very recently, and they were badly in need of a shower. Considering the environment, this was not deemed notable, and Pixel left the closet. He could still smell this odd mixture in the hallway, and wondered briefly if it was him who needed a bath. Patch looked down the hallway beyond the glass doors, shining his light in every corner he could. The air had a different smell down here, and reminded Patch of unwashed socks and underwear, the scent stinging his nose and giving him a headache. He had seen it in the field when he treated a soldier who hadn’t changed their undergarments in a month. The smell was so rank that he was never able to forget it. He was smelling a watered-down version of it right in that hallway. “Pix, do you smell that?” Pixel came to the doors, sniffing for whatever Patch had discovered. He waved his hand before his face. “Whew, like my grandpa’s feet,” he said, wincing. “Well, how long has it been since our survivor fella had a shower? Maybe he went this way?” They silently weighed their options. Activating his earpiece, Patch spoke into it. “Zero, we’re going down this hall with the glass double doors.” “Roger,” came the reply. Zero descended the stairs to the bottom, and began to follow them at a distance, always remaining in the shadows while Patch and Pixel carefully moved through the long hallway. —--------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:35 MST. 30-Oct-20XX The car moved into the parking lot, and came to a stop. A few seconds later, the driver popped out of the car, moved around to the opposite side, and opened the rear passenger door. Out stepped the General. Grateful to be on the scene at last, Anton rebuttoned his Brooks Brothers suit, shook out his arthritic left leg, and brushed away some lint that he really couldn’t see. After a deep inhalation, the driver shut the door behind him. Anton looked at his surroundings. The sun was gone for the day, and the last vestiges of daylight were fading. The vans that carried Black Sigma to the site sat parked a short ways away. Anton turned to his right, and could just barely see the building where the team ought to be right now. By now, he thought, they should be fairly entrenched with it. Good. He and his driver walked up to the conference building, the driver always a couple silent steps behind him as a sign of respect. It was the General who insisted on being accompanied everywhere by his driver/bodyguard in case he needed a swift exit. Or a human shield. So far, the former had proved far more useful than the latter. They entered the lobby of the building, and briskly walked to the elevator. The driver pressed the ‘up’ button, and the doors instantly opened. They stepped inside the elevator, the driver pressed the ‘4’ button, and the doors shut quietly with a soft WHOOSH. The infernal machine swiftly moved them upward. This mission would serve as a small test of loyalty for the driver, and after clearing his throat, Anton began to speak. “Is it understood that, whatever you hear or see here tonight, you will not repeat a word of it to anybody.” It was more a statement than a question. “Yes, General,” the driver replied. “See that you don't. We will have no leaks this time.” The elevator dinged as it reached the fourth floor. They stepped on to the shiny lacquered floor, and after a few steps, they reached a security room, now turned into a temporary base of operations. Anton was greeted by the sight of a top-of-the-line security monitor, a laptop computer, and a comm system. The room was tastefully decorated, designed for comfort, and Anton was pleased. He spotted a bottle of expensive imported Scotch whisky on a low table to his right. Without being asked to do so, the driver instantly went to it, and poured two fingers of the brown liquid into a short glass. “Ice, General?” “No, thank you, Jeames.” Anton sat in the tall leather chair, and accepted the beverage from the driver. After a light sip, he placed it on the ornate table, picked up the comm, and said to no one in particular, “Let’s see where they’re at.” —--------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor Lobby. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:40 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “Men, gather round.” Gravestone stood in the center of the room and his remaining team came in close around him. “General Anton has just arrived,” Gravestone informed them. “I served under him in Berlin, and he's been brought out of retirement for overseeing our mission.” “So we get our hands dirty and do all the grunt work while he sits in a cushy office across campus?” Stag asked. Gravestone let out an irritated sigh. “Yes, that's why we are here, and he is not.” Elias suddenly got a bad feeling he couldn't explain. “Why does he need to be on site with us?” he queried. “Can't we handle a rescue and retrieval on our own?” Gravestone shrugged. “DARPA asked him, and I don't know their reasons. But it's not up to us to question. He'll reveal his purpose when he is ready to. I’m not fond of the man, but he is an excellent strategist and was well-respected.” Lockjaw and Reaper exchanged glances, but said nothing. For the briefest of seconds, Lockjaw interpreted Reaper’s look to mean, I know what you are. He quickly looked away, and Elias read his comrade's reaction as nervousness. A voice like gravel and bourbon suddenly came over their radios. “Commander, this is General Anton Krell. Give me a status update.” “Good to see they pulled you out of retirement, General. This is Commander Nathan Briggs. We entered the facility at 2100 hours. One survivor found so far, but no bodies have been located. My team is working on the hard drives and getting them prepped for extraction.” “Good work, soldier.” Gravestone wanted to say more, but didn’t think it appropriate to tell the General that Sticks was MIA, especially without any real facts other than going incommunicando. “Any other updates on the mission?” Gravestone hesitated before resuming. With a sideways look at Reaper, he began, “Private Barlow is missing. The man we found was delirious, possibly intoxicated, and ran off on his own. Barlow went in pursuit, and we’ve been unable to establish contact since. We think he may have hit a dead zone in the building. I've sent three others to —” “That won't be necessary,” Anton interrupted. “The mission comes first.” The General's curt reply elicited looks of surprise on the team's faces. Gravestone paused, and then answered, “Sir? We don't leave men behind.” “I gave you an order, Commander Briggs. The mission takes priority. Do I need to remind you who is in charge here?” Anton hotly answered. “Give me access to the security system and footage, and I'll find your men.” “Sir,” Gravestone said with trepidation, “the tech guys who can handle that are searching for Barlow right now. I can't personally do anything from my end.” “Defying me?” Anton asked in a warning tone. “No, sir. But I don't have the skill to get you what you need. That's Corporal Yun’s department, and Private Barlow’s. Yun is on the team I sent to find Barlow. There’s likely a security room with feeds, but we haven’t located it yet.” Gravestone was grateful he couldn't see General Anton, likely scowling from the office right now. An uncomfortable silence followed. Then Lockjaw suddenly activated his earpiece. “General? Major Adrian Reese here. We must locate Sti – er, Barlow! He’s an important part of the team. If he can’t get us out, we’re basically trapped in here while the lockdown is in effect.” Gravestone gave Lockjaw a reproving look during the speech for the impassioned interruption, but made no move against him. “Please, sir. It’s imperative we find him. And we can’t bring you any data if we’re still inside.” Elias raised an eyebrow as he observed Lockjaw. He wants his boy back. As we all do. This has got to be killing him right now. The radio crackled again after a pause. “Unacceptable, Briggs. Continue the mission, but don't bother looking for Barlow. I will have him court-martialed for abandoning the mission, and you too, if you disobey my orders. And anyone else who disagrees with them!” Anton sternly thundered. “This research is worth more than your lives or personal feelings.” “Wow. What. An. Asshole,” Tex whispered. “Sir, this is Commander Kade. If we don’t find Barlow, it’s unlikely we’ll be able to get you the data you need.” Elias hoped to appease the General and provide a little relief for Lockjaw as well. “If you find him, that’s well and good, but it’s not a priority,” Anton continued. “I want those cameras on, and I want that data. Then I will work on extraction. Until then, I will hear no more requests to look for him. Understood, Commander? Major?” The men were in disbelief, except for Stag, who found interest in a ficus in one corner of the lobby. “Who does he think he is?” Lockjaw said in an appalled voice. “I heard he was a hard-ass, but…” Gravestone begrudgingly pressed his comm button. “Any other orders for us…, General?” Gravestone gritted the last part, having more than a little trouble hiding his disdain for the man. “That will be all. Dismissed.” Stag was the first to speak. “We should follow the General’s word. What matters is the intel. I just want to go home, and forget this fetch quest. Besides, fuck Sticks and his lack of work ethic.” Lockjaw glared at him silently while Elias shot him a similar dirty look. This could get ugly, Elias thought. “Major, a word in private?” Elias gestured lightly toward his shaken comrade. Lockjaw blinked twice, inhaled sharply, and the two of them went around the nearest corner, out of sight of the others. Before Elias could even begin, Lockjaw was already frantic but kept his voice low. “Reaper, we gotta go now. I have a bad feeling. We can’t leave him.” Elias looked back at the other men, then turned back to Lockjaw. “I agree, and we won’t.” “Then why are we wasting time arguing?” Lockjaw hissed. “We’re not arguing. Stag is arguing, but he’s not in charge. Gravestone and I are,” Elias answered sympathetically. He lightly reached his arm out to Lockjaw, and held his hand on the panicked soldier’s left bicep. “I’m with you. And I know, he’s important to you.” Lockjaw’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the multiple meanings of the statement. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to make sure he’s okay, he’s part of the team. How…” Elias did not release his gentle grip, and repeated, “Look… I know. Adrian. I saw you both yesterday at the hotel.” He looked into his eyes, never blinking, and smiled gently. “I know,” he repeated quietly. Lockjaw silently sucked in a breath, half-relieved but also terrified that he had been observed, and his mind scrambled to save some dignity. He was nearly outed in his first week in basic, and this current exchange with his superior felt exactly like that. Just like last time, he chose panic and lies. “Shit…. Shit shit shit… he even said he thought he heard someone come in… I told him to stop j-joking like that… Kade, man, it’s nothing, i-i-it just a one time thing,” Lockjaw said, stammering slightly as he spoke, working his jaw side to side anxiously. “W-w-w-we were both drunk, and umm… um..” “We both know you don’t drink because it fucks with your jaw. And Barlow tips over at a single can of beer. Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others. It’s not my business to share. Not until you do.” He gave a slight smile, and squeezed his arm gently, then released it. “I’m here if you need someone to talk to about it, and I think you’ll find more allies in the team than you think. Anyways, let’s just focus on finding him and getting out of here.” Lockjaw instantly understood - his secret had been discovered, but Elias was trustworthy. His frequent rolls in the hay with Sticks would not become public knowledge. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief through his nostrils, but still didn’t feel better about the situation. “He’ll be fine,” Elias reassured him. “And so will you.” Lockjaw nodded once. “You don’t have to put up with any shit from Stag. Let him be mine and the Commander’s problem, okay?” Nodding, Lockjaw silently followed as Reaper led them back into the group. They rejoined the team around the corner. “Commander, the General is wrong. We will find survivors, we will get the intel if we can, AND Sticks, and then get the hell out of dodge. No amount of information or money is worth their loss,” Tex said, pointing at the glass doors of the lobby, separating them from freedom. The other men nodded in agreement, except for Stag. “You all are fucking stupid. I’m with the General,” Stag said, to the surprise of his comrades. “He’s above the Commander here guys. And personally, I’d like to keep my job. Fuck Sticks. If he wants to go adventuring and poking around in shit and not answer his comms, leave him. He clearly doesn’t want to be here.” “Shut your goddamn mouth,” Lockjaw ordered, to the surprise of everyone but Reaper and Gravestone. “I am so sick of your holier-than-thou bullshit. You don’t have any right to decide that, especially after what you did in Berlin last year, you vulgar piece of shit. Sticks is one of us. We don’t leave men behind, no matter how we personally feel about them. If you fell in battle, and Sticks could save you, would you rather bleed out and die because of your fucked-up pride?” Stag didn’t answer, but suddenly took an interest in the pattern on a marble wall. “All right, everyone, shut up!” Elias said, finally getting fed up and raising his voice. “The General isn’t here in the situation, and if you want to blame anyone when this is over and done, they just say it was an order. Shit rolls downhill, and I think I speak for the commander and myself when I say we can take the heat. Do I make myself clear, Lieutenant?” Gravestone joined in with hostility, “If you can’t follow orders, then go sit in a cozy office with the General. I don’t need his input or yours, Lieutenant Mercer. I’m responsible for getting everyone out at the end of the day, not some retired General. Am I crystal clear?” A moment of awkward silence followed as the others tried not to fidget. “If we have the intel, then we completed our mission, right?” Tex asked, trying to get back on course and dispel the tension. The others nodded in silent assent. The weight of the mission began to settle on them. Gravestone said, “All right, boys, you heard ‘im. Let's do it. Stag, not that it matters, but you’re outvoted. First thing first, we find our guys. Pixel was working on the data drives back upstairs, so let's go there, and get the data. We'll begin our search there. If General Krell wants to give us hell for it, he can do it on his own damn time.”

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Only bare No Gloves

Saturday I woke to realize something was missing then I realized it was my morning wood. My eyes still too cloudy to read my watch, the big alarm clock display read 08:09 and the alarm had not yet rung but my brain was still foggy and I was startled when it did go off a moment later. I did a quick sit-up to turn it off and was reminded of the unorthodox wringer I had been putting my body through. At a snore, I saw Ralph was still asleep doing a twitch every now and then. I wrapped a towel around my waist and padded down the hall to the showers remembering Barry from just a few hours before. I did a quick shower and brushed my teeth, decided on a jock vs my under armor, and got into my baseball uniform. I grabbed my Baseball Gear Bag, put my phone inside and headed towards the Athletic Fields. Stretched, cleated up and did some base dash drills, set my phone and videoed a few slides that I could watch later. I stretched again after going to the batting cages. A few teammates were already there doing drills and so on. The following weekend would be Homecoming, and the campus would be a zoo. I orbited back to doing base run drills then saw our pitcher and catcher doing some warmups. I jogged over giving them a thumbs up to say I was available for whatever. As other players arrived after the pitcher catcher warmup a loose drill of practice evolved and went on till noon with breaks for water and the locker room john. I noticed the cheer squad was on a neighboring area practicing for the following weekend and Barry and I made eye contact and exchanged a nod. As it got hotter, most of us changed from cleats to trainers and went to the fitness circuit machines and weight room. As we were doing reps near each other Ty told me about some homecoming parties two of which were at Black Frats and suggested I check them out. I Thanked him and replied I would come if I can, the Athletic Staff Elves are kind of busy with the games, events, and alumni. All of the events on Friday and the sucking and fucking early Saturday morning still had my pecker tired, but my ass was starting to feel the need for seed but there was too much of a crowd to score in the locker rooms and showers. I again did a costume change but just into Sweaty Jock and shorts this time. My feet needed to breathe some. I padded out of the locker room and headed for the woods where I hoped to get lucky. Over at the last bench before the woods, I found a perfect spot. Legs and feet in the sun, upper torso in the shade, the breeze was one of those early Fall winds that was warm but hinted at chills to come. It was better to get some sun while it was pleasant. I pulled out my phone. My brother’s App had been in silent running mode ever since had my ass chewed out by Coach Smith. I had decided to explore all the settings but now was not the time. I switched it to active but left POZ PING unselected since I was unsure what that would do. I stood and headed for some clusters on the map display hoping for some satisfaction. Deeper in the woods it was darker and hotter. The breeze was barely making it in this deep but the rustle from the leaves above indicated it was still blowing. Here was one of the pick nick tables as I came to a small clearing It was enough of a gap that it was drenched in sunlight due to the sun’s angle sort of like an altar bathed in light. If my previous experience was any indication, the forest frolickers would find me. I dropped my shorts in the bag and left on the jock to keep my dick from rubbing on the concrete top and stretched out belly down. It did not take long; there were some twig snap and other noises as the fairies of this forest came to investigate. Oh, Great another bottom. Yes, but look at that ass! Is he passed out? No, looks like the slut is sunning itself, see he twitched! There was no shifting of the stone table, but I felt a presence, then a wide separation of my cheeks, the feel of young scruff facial hair, then a lick then a probing tongue. A phone vibrated. I was pulled forward right up to an erect cock which I swallowed whole eliciting a sigh from its owner who started thrusting while another fairy, perhaps my licker got on top and started pounding my other hole. Other hands were on my body, stroking my back which felt very orgasmic, two were licking each foot and causing me to giggle around the cock in my throat as they rough tongued my insoles. My hands were guided to stiff dripping cocks. The way my head was turned and pressed into a trapped position by the Top who was pounding me I only had a clear view of the base of the cock that was occasionally stoppering up my air, his bush, and a portion of the uncut cock to my left that I was stroking the foreskin hood back to show a large cockhead with some Pre forming at the tip. I felt my pouch stirring and being compressed against the concrete as my poor tired cock was struggling. My Pitcher Top finished up with a yell and moved off. Rather than being replaced, hands flipped me rotating on the axis of the cock that was bruising my throat and I was on my back. My jock pouch was shifted to the side freeing my pitifully tired cock which was engulfed immediately. Phones continued to vibrate and ping. My throat Pitcher was Cumming loudly and my legs were being lifted while others were spitting on my hole. A very large cock was inserted into my ass as I was bent into a U, I could both see and feel it was large. With only one cumload, spit and sweat it started worming in haltingly, meeting a lot of resistance. It was removed, some more spit splattered my hole and was reinserted with the force of my fairy fucker’s body weight. At my throat, I was dealing with both cock and cumload choking me so I could only whine as I was impaled from the bottom. Eventually, he pulled out his deflating dick which was replaced. The death grip friction my stinging asshole was applying to my rear invader caused him to swell and he started panting then shooting, I could definitely feel the spurts. I was trying to remember, damn, all of the training Burt had workshopped into me, but nothing covered safe word signaling when your throat was stuffed with cock. My foot worshipping fairies were tonging between my toes alternating with sucking on several toes at a time. The Oral, Anal, Foot, Tit and skin stoking sensations had my tired cock and balls trying to deliver. I felt the constant tingle of orgasm but could not tell if I was delivering anything or not. Cocks were replaced, phones continued to ding and buzz, the shadows got longer. The cock in my ass finished up. I must have dozed off. “How Long”? I managed to croak. I focused on a groundskeeper tucking his cock away. “Dunno kid, from these puddles, looks like all day” and walked off whistling. I looked and saw my bag with uniform, cleats, glove, trainers, shorts, and phone were unmolested. Plus, there was a note: ‘Your Feet are Sexy, but next time wear your cleats (no socks) My you are sooo hot and steamy’! Ugh, as I arranged my jock and put on my shorts and trainers I started wiping up as much cum as I could on my abdomen, face, legs and sawed the already wet and now cummy towel across my back. There was nothing I could do about the solidifying cum in my hair and no matter what, my ass was going to be wet for a while until I could push out some of the loads. I could have pushed them out there but my cumdump slut soul vetoed the idea. I painfully walked back to the Dorms keeping the sperm I had been given. ..not the end….

Thanks for the love guys. I’ll keep posting my antics, I have a few other post on here and all of this is %100 true. probably won’t do another motel cum dump until later this year. mistakes I made: not stretching my hole starting too early in the day (whenever someone opened the door the room became as bright as it was outside and it was a real turn off) I didn’t use any 420 but I should have done a low dose of 2.5mg along with poppers to make it easier and not having to rely so heavy on poppers I didn’t charge my phone( this was a real pain) I didn’t have food on the way immediately after THINGS I DID WELL: sucked dick, this seems intuitive but a lot of cum dump just stay ass up and while I did for a lot of it. I would def say helping guys get hard this way went a long way blocked access to the bathroom, some guys still asked to use the bathroom and it was super annoying. One guy even asked to shower and that was whack as fuck. I would be more strict next time took every load and didn’t care who it was from (this is crucial if you want a high load count) was very verbal( this made a big difference in how fast guys came, normally on poppers I get real quiet but I’d encourage you to be vocal) I had a small speaker playing music you’d typically hear I the bathroom I bought a small disco light from amazon for $9 to set the mood Asking someone to monitor the room, I would probably buy him food next time. Letting him cum in me obviously was a given. I’ll see you guys in Palm Springs. I hope to take loads all day long. I want everyone see me at the bars and recognizing me as that guy whose been ass up all day long