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I followed Trevor into the bedroom area of the hotel room. A little bummed to be out of view of the action that was happening over on the sofa … but I figured I’d be part of that fuck session soon enough. Trevor walked a little ahead of me - I got a great view of his perfect muscle ass - the white underwear framing his cheeks perfectly. God he was so fucking hot. I couldn’t wait to get my hands all over his perfect jock body. We walked into the bedroom area: there was a nice king sized bed, a small dresser, and a couple chairs. Laying on the bed were a couple guys that I recognized from the gym. Both of them total jock studs — completely naked except for one guy had a white baseball cap on - turned backwards. They were sharing a pipe - passing hits back and forth while they stroked their hard cocks. Trevor introduced me “hey guys - this is josh, maybe you know him from the gym? This is jerod and Jake” “Hey man… yeah I’ve seen u at the gym - looking hot, man!” Jerod said as he spread his legs wider giving me a clear view of one of the biggest, thickest cocks (on a white guy) I’d ever seen! Probably 5” in diameter and 10” long. He let go of it and let it flop to one side - thrusting his hips a bit … Fuck ! Fuck! My jaw dropped and I’m pretty sure drool ran down my chin. What a gorgeous piece of meat - I couldn’t wait to get that into my mouth! He drew a long hit on the pipe and signaled for me to shotgun it. I crawled onto the bed … making sure to stick my ass out for Trevor to gawk at… and sucked the thick smoke out of jerods mouth. I blew it back into his mouth making sure to get my tongue in there too. We kissed for a bit - and I couldn’t help but get my hand around his giant dick. Man it was so nice. I was ready to take it into my mouth when I felt Trevor slap me on the ass “c’mon man … let’s get you slammed up … there’ll be plenty of time for you to fuck around with these guys after you’re good and high.” I got off the bed and made my way over to one of the chairs, pausing to run my hands over Trevor’s muscular chest - “will you slam me? I’m out of practice”. I was perfectly capable of slamming myself, but it’s a giant turn on to have someone else do it, especially when they’re as hot as Trevor! I sat in the chair, unbuttoned my jeans a little and put my hand down my pants - my cock was throbbing in my jock … it felt so fucking good - I watched jerod and Jake pass more hits back and forth - they were really getting into it, passing the smoke back and forth and swallowing each other’s tongues - so fucking sexy. Trevor had the rest of the supplies - the rig between his teeth. He tied off my bicep, and swabbed me with alcohol. Prick. Pull back. Flash. Plunge. He untied my bicep and lifted my arm above my head — my mouth flooded with the taste of chemicals, I could feel my heart skip several beats and a wash of tingly warmth overtook my flesh. A couple of gasp-y coughs and I was on cloud nine. Holy fuck my body felt incredible - I ran my hands over my hard pecs and abs, admiring how hot my own body was and simultaneously admiring all the hot muscle studs around me. I leaned in to make out with Trevor. He opened his mouth and fed my his thick wet tongue - i was completely overtaken with horniness - my cock throbbing in my pants. I desperately wanted to pull my cock out, but resisted the urge … enjoying the constraint of my jock and jeans for just a little while longer. “How’s that feel?” Trevor said, while still holding his tongue in my mouth. “You feel good?” “Horned up?” “Cant wait to see ur hole spread open man” … as he put his hand between the chair and my ass. “Okay, now my turn fucker” as he pulled me out of the chair. The drugs were really hitting me hard - it was a little shaky standing up … but I managed. Trevor took my spot in the chair, and proceeded to tie off his bicep - making sure to flex it for me while he did. “Get on all fours and put your mouth on my cock” Trevor ordered me “but don’t pull my cock out - just keep your mouth on my underwear - I wanna feel my dick throb in your mouth while I do my slam.” Trevor was like me — he loves underwear and how they feel on his cock and balls while they get hard … and I’m a sucker for a bulging cock. I kneeled on the floor with my face in Trevor’s crotch - arching my back so my ass was in the air. Jerod and Jake were still passing hits back and forth watching me worship Trevor while he prepared to slam “yeah - stick that ass out” Jake said hungrily. I pulled my jeans down a bit so those guys had a nice view of the strap of my jock and a peak of my ass crack. I knew it looked hot as fuck. Soon enough I’d have all their cocks deep in my hole. I looked up at Trevor who was solely focused on finding a vein - my mouth dripping saliva on his bulge, making his white underwear more and more see through. He thrust his hips a bit pressing his bulging cock into my face - I eagerly took it into my mouth. Trevor found his vein and plunged the drugs into his arm. A couple loud coughs and Trevor sat deeper in the chair riding the wave of drugs. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed it firmly into his crotch… “oh fuck man” he was definitely feeling high now. “Get over there and suck his dick - I wanna watch you swallow that fat dick” I crawled across the floor and up onto the bed where Jake and jerod were still passing hits back and forth stroking their cocks - Jake grabbed jerods giant cock and guided it into my open mouth. “Fuck yeah - take that fat cock in your mouth dude!” I did my best to take it - it was so big it stretched my mouth as far as it could go - I felt the head slide down my throat making me gag. Jake kept his hand on his shaft - feeding me jerods cock - i Fucking loved having my mouth full like this. Of course I had my back arched and my ass in the air so Trevor could stare at it hungrily. I looked over he was clearly enjoying what he saw … he now had his leg over the arm of the chair and had one hand over his head and the other deep down his underwear, fingering his hole. Jake moved down to help me feed on jerods giant rod - both of our mouths around his cock - our tongues finding each other’s sloppy mouths. Man I was so turned on sharing this giant cock with such a stud. We kept at it for a while - taking turns feeding on jerods rod - he was clearly enjoying the attention, moaning loudly with the occasional “fuck yea!” One of the guys from the other room walked in - another total stud. Black hair cut short and slicked back - beautiful chiseled jaw and deep black eyes. Just a hint of hair on his muscled chest, and a gorgeous toned stomach with the perfect V. He was totally naked except for a steel cockring - wrapped around his half hard uncut dick - precum dripping from his foreskin. “Damn look at this hot fucker!” He said looking at me (my mouth stuffed with cock). I gave him a little smirk (as much as I could without pulling jerods rod out of my mouth). He walked over and put his hands down my jeans pressing his finger against my hole —- oh man, just that little tease of my hole sent me spinning - it felt so fucking good. I was gonna have to get some dick in my ass very soon. “Damn this boys got a nice ass!”, he said before turning back towards Trevor “hey man - can I get a reload” - holding up a little glass pipe. “Of course, then let’s start working on this dudes ass - think he’s hungry. Trevor walked over to the dresser and pulled out his stash - putting a nice fat shard into dudes pipe. “That should hold you for a bit, huh ?” Leaning in kissing him. “Hey how about we give this fucker a little booty bump?” Holding up a nice rock pulled from Trevor’s stash. “Fuck yeah - lemme hit this pipe first - gotta keep up with you guys” “Alright fucker - let’s get you out of these jeans so I can get at your hole better”. I rolled over on my back to make it easy for him to pull my jeans off… but making sure I didn’t take my mouth off jerods thick rod - I was insatiable for his dick. “Get back on all fours and stick that ass out for me” I obliged (of course), adjusting my jockstrap so it perfectly framed my smooth muscle butt, arching my back so my ass was high in the air. I felt so fucking sexy. “Fuck, look at the beautiful ass! - lemme see that hole” I pulled my cheeks apart, showing off my perfectly smooth pink hole. “Aw FUCK that’s hot” said black haired dude, who was busy with his newly filled pipe. Trevor leaned over and let a long trail of spit find it’s way from his mouth to my hole - taking his fingers rubbing it around my already twitching and hungry fuckhole, then taking a big fat shard of meth and shoving it deep into my hole. I instinctively backed up on his finger, helping the drugs (and his finger) get deeper in me. “Hungry little drug slut” he murmured. I could see out of the corner of my eye the black haired stud stroking his hard dick and nodding in approval at me getting drugs shoved into my hole. “Fuck that’s hot, man … I can’t wait to plow this ass!” … as he lit the torch and took another drag on the pipe. The familiar burning sensation inside my hole was starting and I could feel myself sweating from my head down … fuck … I was already spun as fuck and this was gonna throw me over the edge. “Keep sucking that dick faggot” Trevor said while pulling his dripping cock out of his underwear. I made sure to make every attempt to get the giant piece of meat as far down my throat as possible … my asshole starting to get more and more used to the burn and get more and more hungry for cock. “Fuck yeah you fucking jock slut - you ready for some dick in your ass??!” Trevor asked “oh man … I’m so ready … please fuck me man please!” I begged … I was really feeling spun now and my hole was like a giant vacancy that needed immediate occupation. “Alright faggot - flip over … I wanna look at your face while I fuck you - so I can see how much you love getting your ass filled” … next chapter - gang fucked. 😈

----- Part Last ----- Several people made comments about my improved mood on Monday morning. "I was really worried about you last week, Corey. I didn't want to pry, but you looked really depressed. I hope it wasn't anything to do with work or someone here" my boss said. Reassurances that I was OK were made and remade with each new comment. The upcoming project looked to be pretty good and much less grueling than the last one. In the evening, I finished off the pizza from Saturday and started to surf. First stop was the site Paul had me make the profile on. "Your inbox is full. Please consider upgrading to a premium account to send and receive unlimited messages" was the notice I was greeted with. Sure enough, 20 messages were there, most of them wanting to hookup. I read each message and checked out their profile. They varied from a 18 year old parTy guy to a sixty something bear. The ones with no pics, no info or that had sent messages of only "hot profile" or "fuck me" got tossed. That left five. A 21 year old college guy had the best message. "Hi. Newly poz, huh? Hope ur doin ok with it n might consider sharing. Sub bb btm here, not looking 4 master or ltr, just love gettin loads from lots of guys. been thinkin abt gettin pozzed a cpl yrs. chasing last 6 mo. most +guys on meds, didnt convert from creepy guy that I think lied abt bein +. serious here hope u r 2" was the note riskysub02 sent. I liked his honesty and low pressure approach. I sent him a reply - "hey doin ok now, thx. no script yet so no meds. only fucked 1 guy so far. u really sure? willing 2 share if ur not going to freak if u get chrgd." I went to the next best message - "cumdump here lookin 4 bug. hiv only, already had most others. u still toxic? nice pics, hope last 1 got lucky. prefer anon. have spot in bldg basement." CmDmp4ne1's profile listed a 30 year old Hispanic guy, a few inches shorter and twenty pounds heavier than me with a great furry ass. It looked like he had a nice cock too and listed himself as versatile bottom. He also got a reply - "hey. u sure? never on meds. waiting 2 find out if guy in pic got bug. how u fuck in basement? GH?" I re-read the others and wasn't going to reply to them until I knew how the other two guys turned out. Another message came in and I could barely decipher what it said. The profile was really strange too so I just deleted the message. I searched a few times and realized Paul was right about lots of guys looking for poz loads. I even found a profile for a guy that sounded like the hookup that pozzed me - "visiting 4 wkend. HVL & only breed no prep negs. multicummer" was all his profile said besides the stats which matched my hookup, except for his status. The dick pic looked familiar too. I was just about to log when the hispanic guy replied - "very sure. u knock up lots of guys? storage rm in basemnt w/matrss. dim light. free 6pm-midnite." Another round of messages from him and I had an address, directions to get to a basement storage room and a time on Wednesday night. Once again, as I was about to log off I got a message, this time from the college guy. "thanks 4 replying. I'm positive I want it, lol. wont freak 4 sure. cant host, can u? name day time place night btr but I will skip class 2 get pozd. 1x or wud u do more to make sure?" he said. "yw. cant host. u know of a place 2 meet? tomorrow after 7pm ok? 1x yes, 2 if we click" I sent as a reply. "Dix Theater on 4th? 8pm? Look 4 guy with glowing wristbands in main theater" he replied and I sent back "c u then." I'd heard about the adult theater but I had never been there. Except for three or four visits to a bathhouse at college, all of my sex had been in non-sleazy places - dorm rooms, apartments, cars or a few parks. I was nervous as I went in and paid the fee before wandering a few minutes until I found the "big" theater. There were only six rows of ten seats with an aisle down the middle and on both sides. A few guys were standing against the back wall and I spotted a couple people in the seats, spread apart. No one had the wristbands I was looking for but I had gotten there a few minutes early. I looked around at the other rooms, including the smaller theater that only had about twenty seats and a gay bondage flick was playing to the lone guy in the front row. I went back to the main room and looked around. While I spotted one guy sucking another this time, it seemed to be the same set of guys. I stood back in the corner and waited, now expecting the college guy to flake. Five minutes later, a guy burst into the theater behind me and walked halfway down the side aisle, breathing heavy like he'd just run a marathon. He looked around and then fumbled in his pocket and brought out two barely glowing wristbands and put them on. I chuckled and took a few steps forward, whispering "riskysub?" He spun around and in the darkness I could barely make out what he looked like, but he fit the general description of his profile. "Follow me" I said and walked over to the smaller theater which was now empty. I found a spot in the back and the college guy whispered "Sorry I'm late" before he sunk to his knees. He pulled down my sweats and quickly began sucking my cock and getting it hard. He was no stranger to sucking dick and I imagined he was one of those early starters. Once I was hard and wet, I tugged on his arm and he stood back up. "Last chance to change your mind" I said and watched him shake his head 'no'. "Bend over and show me that ass then" I said quietly, but sternly. He grabbed some poppers out of his pocket and dropped his jeans, stepping out of one leg. Each of his hands grabbed on to the back of the last row of seats. My finger ran along the crack, pushing in until I felt his hole. I heard him take a few hits of poppers while my finger slipped inside pretty easily. I didn't feel any lube or cum, just sweat from his run to the theater. "This guy's taken a lot of dick" I thought. Adding a second finger, I heard him moan over the lame soundtrack of the movie. I gave a few twists and pulled them free, stuffing my hard cock in right away. "Aaaahhhh, fuuuck yeah" the college guy moaned as I slid in until I was fully planted. I plowed his well used hole, never giving him less than three quarters of my average sized cock with each stroke and usually all of it. Each thrust was firm and while I might have been gentle to start with if we'd hooked up any other way, he needed a harder fuck. Only a few minutes in, I was drilling him and you could hear the slaps of our bodies echoing around the room. We had attracted a few guys who were a lot more interested in our fuck than the one on the screen. One guy shot his load on the floor and left, leaving two to watch us. "Breed me... please breed me" college guy begged when my thrusts started to get erratic. The last few thrusts were really hard and the college guy struggled to keep himself upright from them. On the last shove, my cock erupted. I let a couple ropes shoot out before I pulled back and slammed in again, unleashing a few more spurts of my charged seed into his cunt. With the last shot fired, I stayed fully rooted in his ass. "Give me a few minutes and I'll give you another load if you want" I said breathlessly, my hands still on his hips. "Hell yeah!" he replied. I leaned back against the wall and he spent the next several minutes licking my cock clean. Once I had recovered, we fucked again but I only lasted about five minutes before I dumped another, smaller load into his guts. The college guy sucked my cock clean again before standing up and pulling his jeans back up. With my sweats pulled up too, we headed towards the front door together. We got out on to the street and I saw him for the first time in glow of the streetlights. The grin on his face was priceless and he immediately said "Thank you. You don't know how happy I am right now." "Good. Same time Friday?" I asked. The grin got even bigger and he nodded his head before saying "Oh god yeah!" "Don't be late next time" I said with a wink before turning and walking toward home. Wednesday, I took the afternoon off and went to my appointment at the clinic. I tried to look concerned, but the doctor noticed I was in a better state than I was the last time. I didn't tell him about the weekend with Paul, or the guy Tuesday night at the adult theater, or the guy I was going to meet later that night, or how many guys sent messages to my profile on a bareback site, begging for me to share my bug. The doctor gave me the numbers from the tests, which meant nothing to me. I figured I'd do some research over the weekend and figure out if they were good or bad. One was really big and the other less than one thousandth of the first. I also got a prescription and a ton of other information. "Fill the prescription right away and be sure to abstain until we get the results from your next test and probably longer" I was told. "Sure, doc" I replied knowing there was no way I was going to deprive myself from having sex. The meet with the Hispanic guy was much easier than the one the night before. I easily found the door he'd propped open and then found him in the storage room, on his knees and naked. He was tighter than the college guy, but still an experienced bottom. I didn't go easy on him either and with only a couple gobs of spit for lube, he felt every stroke. After fifteen minutes of plowing him, I pumped a nice load into his unprotected hole. CmDmp4ne1 hadn't said a word the entire fuck and I only heard a few moans and groans from him. He never looked back either. This was just an anonymous pump n dump and I was on my way less than 30 minutes after I'd gotten there. He sent me message later saying "thx. luv a repeat or 10." Benny from the pizza shop was nervous when he showed up Thursday evening. I didn't have to do anything for him to be my delivery guy. It turns out the place has a list of the regular customers and drivers can request to service them. And service me he did. "Marco said you could help me out" he said sheepishly after he gave me the pizza. I smiled and pulled him into my apartment. Once the door was shut, I pushed him back to the wall and replied "If you really want a viral load you have to ask me." My face was inches from his and I could see the sweat dripping down his face and feel his body tremble. "Please, sir. Can you fuck me again and poz me? Please?" he pleaded. I knew I wasn't the only customer that he would bend over for. The last time he delivered he had at least one load in him and offered to let me to fuck him as long as I didn't complain to the restaurant that he was late. I may have fucked him safe that time, but it was a different story now. He begged for my charged load for the next hour as I pounded him first doggy style and then missionary. Being the big tipper that I am, he got two loads. The satisfied look on his face slowly turned to panic and back as I breathlessly told him "Doc told me yesterday with my viral load I can easily infect someone with just one exposure. Be here Tuesday night so I can make sure you're toxic as fuck." He nodded and I could see his brain comprehending that this really wasn't just some hot fantasy playing out. My poz cock was still in his neg ass when he asked "there's a buttplug in my bag. Can you put it in after you pull out?" Chuckling, I realized he was as committed to this as I was and I roughly jammed the plug into his hole. Friday's meet with the college guy was a repeat, except he was there waiting for me and he was a lot more verbal. The place was much more crowded since it was a Friday. Instead of standing behind the seats of the empty small theater, he was kneeling on a middle front row seat as I stood behind, drilling him. The poz talk chased a few guys away and drew others closer. "Knock his ass up" one guy yelled out as I started to shoot my first load. College guy moaned so loudly when I dumped my seed in him, I could hear him over the din of the movie and at least twenty horny guys, most of which were watching us, not the screen. When I pulled out, some guy from the crowd tried to take my place but the college guy shut him down. "Only one cock gets this hole today" he told everyone around us. Most of the guys wandered away while riskysub sucked and nursed on my half hard shaft. When I was ready to fuck him again, he stood up and whispered in my ear "Thanks for fucking me again. Even if you aren't poz it's still hot as fuck." I figured he was fishing to see if I really was toxic. He had obviously been lied to before and was skeptical that anyone was going to really give him a charged load. Short of showing him lab results, nothing was going to prove I was toxic right then and there. "Eight hundred thousand was my viral load Wednesday. Now bend over and lets make sure you're charged up" I whispered back. He let out a sultry moan which really turned me on as he turned, braced himself on the chair back and spread his legs. This time I fucked longer for our second round. The load was bigger too and I fingered him roughly after I pulled out. Once again we left the theater together. "You serious about the number?" he asked as we got out into the warm summer air. "Mmhmm. I'm not supposed to be even thinking about sex... even if I covered up" I replied, chuckling. "Have a good one" I said as I walked away. Sunday I sent a message to Paul and asked how things were going. "Better now that my ass doesn't hurt every second of the day ;)" he replied. "Aww I need to do a better job next time u been a good boy? no fucking?" I sent back. "No dick or ass, just my hand sir" Paul answered. I was a little pissed that he was jacking off and emptying his balls into his hand or a cum rag. I'd have to settle for taking the last neg load he shot inside someone instead of just his last neg load, period. "LOL good I cant say the same profile we made has been popular" I texted to Paul. Seconds later my phone rang. "I figured you would delete it as soon as I left" Paul said. "Nah, I wasn't sure I would meet up with anyone but a few looked too good to pass up" I replied. "Oh? Did they show or ghost?" he asked. "Guess I got lucky, both showed. Three if you count the pizza guy. Seven loads de-POZ-ited" I joked. We talked a bit more and after I hung up I went back to the site to see if there were more messages. Just like before, I was greeted with the "mailbox full" message. There were a few of the same messages, one from riskysub saying "thanks again" and one telling me I was a "sick motherfucker" for being poz and still wanting to hookup. I looked over the college guy's profile again and noticed he had changed it. "not looking atm. waiting to see if the last stud ended my chase" was the updated text and a new pic showed his ass with a toothbrush in it and a blob of pink cum running out of his hole. I hoped he took it after our last fuck and that was my load dripping out of his ass, but it made me smile. Work was busy the next week, but I did breed Benny again on Tuesday. He spent the night and I gave him three more loads before he left in the morning. There was also a hookup with another guy from the site on Wednesday. A fifty two year old guy that had stopped prep several months earlier. It was a lot of fun and my first time with a much older guy. We flipped back and forth for a couple hours, dumping a pair of loads into each other. There wasn't any poz talk, it was just two horny guys fucking bare and the consequences be damned. Thursday I was at work when I got the message from Paul, while I was in a team meeting. "Feel like shit fever & aches all ur fault, lol" his message said. I smiled and I'm sure my co-workers were confused why I was happy that the boss had just told us we'd be working most of the weekend. Friday night I picked up the prescription and took the first dose the next morning. I hooked up one last time from the site that afternoon with the mid-sixties bear from the first set of messages. He said he wanted to do what he'd spent decades avoiding and take his first raw poz cock. Three loads later, his fur was matted with sweat and my cum was in his gut. A couple weeks later I checked out riskysub's profile and it now listed him as poz and versatile. I sent him a message "congrats" and he replied a few minutes later with "thx stud u didnt lie ;)" CmDmp4ne1's profile too had changed. It still had "ask me" for his status but one pic showed a fresh biohazard tattoo on his ass. It may or may not have been from me, but it was good to see he got what he wanted. I did one more search but the bear's profile was gone. I deleted my profile and called for a pizza, wondering who would deliver.

I was cruising in Chariots Bathhouse London as a closet Married Bi. For a couple of years after starting, I'd always done safe sex until one day when I was told by a top that I was going to start bareback sex. I was lying ass up, lubed, in a darkened cubicle when a stranger entered the room. He felt my ass and my body then proceeded to kneel behind me. When I felt his erection pressing against my hole I felt his shaft checking for a condom. He pushed my hand away and told me that I was going to take his load. There was no discussion of his status. I complied. It was good sex and I loved the feeling of totally submitting to another guy as though I had no other choice.

Part 6 I asked him if he could feel it and he mumbled yes. I told him only the nastiest worthless fag sluts let piss go in their asses and drink it I pulled my cock away and asked him if he was a true dirty little whore now and he said YES. I asked him if we wanted more. He said Yes again, I told him I wasn’t sure if he really wanted if and he started pleading for more, he was on fire and never been this horny. Between the Drugs and his needs all barriers and inhibitions were gone, there were a couple more to tests before he would truly be lost to the way of life permanently. While he was hanging there I had a thought, I asked my friend if he had a razor. He smiled and said yes. The only hair the kid had on his body other than his head was his pubes. He got the razor and made quick order of removing that. The kid was asking why, this wasn’t part of what he wanted. I told him to bad, with this gone he would pass for a teenager and would be getting plugged by dozens of guys. With the kid saved smooth we let him down. He was a bit dizzy and I held him up. Helped him to the bathroom and showed him how to deflate the plug. Told him to empty and if he needed to, clean up again. While he was in there me and my friend got the next part ready. He said he needed to cum and I said very soon. It was then that I wanted to ask him about the toxic side. I thought he was on prep and he said that he was off for a while because of a couple issues he had. I said OK, get ready to put a notch on your belt. The kid came back and I saw him standing there, except for his cock, he really did look half his age with the hair removed. I patted the bench and he went back on it. We secured him to it and I took some water based lube and started massaging his hole. He gasped and moaned when I did this. I asked him if it hurt and he said no, it felt really good. I asked him if he wanted more abuse and he immediately said yes. I reached in and tapped his prostate and asked him if he wanted to get a Toxic load in his ass. He yelped and said “ please do it “. I reached other and grabbed a towel that was covering his next prize. I wiped his lower back and ass cheeks to dry them off. Grabbed a permanent marker and got ready to mark this pig. I had used this marker before and while it will come off it will take 2 or 3 weeks. Above his ass I wrote PIG SLUT. Under that I wrote LOADS. On one cheek I wrote POZ, on the other one I wrote NEG. I then put a mark under the NEG cheek for the load gave him. The kid didn’t know when I was doing and said it tickled. My friend was Videoing it. I spread his cheeks and we zoomed in on his open hole. My friend went to the front and put his cock up to the kids mouth and he opened his mouth to suck it in. My friend pulled back a couple times to tease the kid. I was teasing his hole and nuts when this was happening to get the kid even more wound up. Finally, my friend asked him what he wanted and the said he wanted to suck that cock. Mt friend told him it was toxic with all sorts of nasty stuff. The kid said he didn’t care as long as he got it in his mouth. My friend shoved it in. What the kid didn’t know was that he was being videoed all the time. Couple minutes later he pulled out and walked over to his PC. He touched up the Vid and then uploaded it to a couple web sites he knew inviting any breeders to stop by and help with the number for this virgin. While he was doing that I got the Dildo out again, hung it in front of the Kid and asked him if he wanted it again until we could find a real cock. He was almost pleading for it. I lubed his hole and the toy with my spit and worked it back up the kid. He inhaled when it popped in but then was purring with the feeling. I pulled it out and grabbed one of the items I brought, I saw this on a video and wanted to see if it really did what it showed. It was called Cruel Condom. I rolled it over the toy. It had appointed silver tip on it. I tickled the Kids hole with it and he was leading for more. Who am I to deny someone a request. I put some KY on it and worked it in. the kid seemed to be enjoying the action. I pumped it in and out slowly. He said “ Please more “. I pulled it out and it was wet, some pink KY was showing. I knew it was doing what I thought it would. Getting him ready for all his presents.

I didn’t become a bare pig. Instead, I never got into safe sex. I started sucking and fucking with neighborhood kids as an early teen. Before I reach 20, I was having very nasty and uninhibited sessions. I’ve only worn a condom three times in my life. So I guess by nature, I was a raw fuck pig. My inner pig was realized by 15-16. At that age, I already reveled in my sexual development. Vanilla always has bored me and my lust for cock and ass has ruled my life.

----- Part 6 ----- We chowed down on the pizza, both of us hungry from lots of exercise and not much sustenance. A few beers and slices took care of that. Paul and I talked while we ate and we kept talking until we ran out of beer. "How's your ass feelin?" I asked. "Fuckin on fire" Paul replied with a concerned look hoping I didn't want to fuck him again. "I'll go easy this time" I said chuckling. "At least you're not hung like the pizza dude" Paul replied. "Gee, thanks" I replied sarcastically. I knew what he meant, but it still made me feel a little inadequate. So, I didn't go easy on him. We started on the couch with him bent over the arm. Apparently, he'd put the plug back in after Marco bred him and he still had quite a bit of Marco's seed in his hole. A firm yank got the plug out and I followed it with one hard thrust. I planted my cock balls deep in him and it left a ring of cum around the base of my cock. Ten minutes of drilling had forced a lot of Marco's seed out, but his hole was still pretty sloppy. Several minutes later, I gave a few tugs on his arm and I had him on the floor on his back, laying on a small rug. With his legs over my shoulders, my cock slammed back into him with a thud and a scream. When he screamed again with the next thrust, I grabbed the towel nearby and stuffed the corner of it into his mouth. Noises still came out, but they were pretty well muffled as I drilled him. I made it another twenty minutes before I couldn't wait any longer. Several spurts replaced most of Marco's cum with my own viral brew. When I pulled my cock out I told Paul "Hold your legs and don't move." I found the plug and pushed it back into Paul's battered hole. I never had done a multi-cumming, all day fuck with one guy before. The most had been five guys I'd fucked at a party right after I'd moved here, but still that time was only three hours long, I only came twice and bred two different guys. Four fucks with Paul and the resulting loads in one day left me exhausted, drained and thirsty. After gulping down a few glasses of water, I made it back to bed to find Paul already there, asleep. I added another mark on his back and smiled, thinking that there was no way he was going to escape the bug after this weekend. -- It was only 6 AM when I woke up Sunday morning. I knew we didn't have a lot of time before Paul had to go to the airport. He was awakened by me rolling him on his stomach and pulling the plug out of his ass. Seconds later, my morning wood was sliding into his pussy again. He groaned, partly from being rudely awakened and partly from me plowing into his abused hole. I wanted to fuck him for a long time, but I really couldn't. My body was still tired but my balls needed to fill my willing victim with an eighth toxic load. I collapsed on his back after the last pulse and was asleep moments later. Even though my cock slipped out while I was snoozing, the position we were in made sure that the cum stayed where it belonged. I woke a few hours later when he pushed me off and crawled out of bed. I heard him pissing and chuckled that he was following my orders from the day before and not pushing out any of my seed. Paul came back to bed and cuddled with me. We kissed and groped for almost an hour. "I'm sorry. I've been a greedy ass most of this weekend. All I was concerned with was getting my own needs met and using you to poz me up" Paul said. "Yeah, I know, but I got something out of it too. I realized that our relationship has changed and you're never going to be my boyfriend again. Occasional fuckbuddy is about it. But... and much more important, I found out that I'm going to be OK. Different, but OK" I replied. There were a few minutes of silence which I broke by saying "I got one more charged load for you and then you're going to have to pay up." Before Paul could say anything, I was between his legs and rolling him back. My cock was at full attention and I quickly stuffed it back into his bruised hole. "FUCK!" he screamed out and I responded with a sinister laugh. My hips thrust in and out, pounding him just as hard as I had on Friday evening. I didn't know where the energy was coming from but it didn't matter. His grunts and groans all hinted at the pain he was enduring and I didn't care. "Just remember... I OWN this ass... It's my bug that you're gonna carry until you die" I growled out as I got closer. The look on his face finally had fear in it and I wasn't sure why it was finally hitting him after a weekend of continuous fucking. "Beg for it" I growled louder. By now, I had him rolled back on his shoulders and was pile driving into him. He was trapped and each thrust was harder than the last. He didn't say anything other than a few whimpers. "Say it!" I yelled. Finally there was a meek "Poz me" coming from his lips. "What? I couldn't hear that!" I growled. I knew one more load probably wouldn't matter, I just wanted to hear him beg one last time. "POZ Me" he said louder. It didn't have any of the confidence from Friday or Saturday. He understood that I was now the one in charge after all these years. He'd unleashed a dominant streak inside me or maybe his was crumbling away. A few more jabs into his wrecked hole were all I had left and they were followed by ropes of my charged seed. It felt good to flood his hole again and feel the warm cum surround my cock inside him. I was drained in more ways than one. I stayed there, staring back at him, watching my sweat drip on to his chest and face. "Stay" I commanded as I pulled out of him and went over to my toy box again. I found an old silicone plug to seal my cum inside for his flight home. While it might have been funny to watch him try and get through security with the metal plug we'd been using all weekend long, I'm sure they'd pull it out and he'd lose some of the precious cum it was holding in. Besides, I wanted to keep the good one. The silicone one was a little thicker than the metal one and Paul definitely felt it going in. My hand gave him a slap on his ass before I roll crawled next to him and said "Now ya gotta give me the last neg load you will ever shoot. I'm beat and might have let it slide since you gave me one Friday, but you wasted your load on the wall yesterday when Marco fucked you." Paul nodded before he rolled over and took his position behind me. He spread my ass apart and drooled some spit over the hole. I felt his cock against my ass ring and he hesitated. After a few moments of nothing happening, I started to push back and he pressed in, breaching my hole on the third try. He plowed his cock in and out and after a few minutes it became a proper fuck. As tentative as he started, he lasted almost thirty minutes, all of it with him behind me. I never flipped on my back, I was either on my knees or stomach. It was just a fuck and he was just a top, like so many other hookups I'd bottomed for. He began to grunt and thrust slowly until he drove in and filled my hole. The load he shot was huge. I guess his balls had plenty of time to reload since the night before. He pulled out a few minutes later and laid next to me, his arm draped over my back and we fell asleep again. The alarm went off and he got up, showered and dressed as I laid on the bed replaying the weekend in my mind. For the first time since Friday night, we had clothes on again. Me in just a pair of sweat pants and him wearing clean jeans and a tee. We hugged and kissed before he walked out the door, heading to the airport. The kiss had little of the passion we used to have, but it showed what our new relationship was. I slapped his butt just like I had done to Marco the night before as he left. While I had feared having sex with him before he arrived, that was pretty much all we did the whole weekend. Now my fear was gone and as I told him, I knew that I was going to be just fine as a poz guy.

I’ve been doing anon pump and dump scenarios periodically over the last 10 years across mostly Canada and occasionally the US as both a top and bottom and I thought that I’d draft a guide document for anyone thinking of organizing it to be a cumdump bottom for the first time. Hope this helps and let me know if I’ve forgotten anything. Checklist of main things to pack (not exhaustive): Change of clothes Lube (I prefer vaseline as the main lubricator- cheap and will keep your hole operational the entire night and in addition, a small sized silicone lube placed on the bed where the top can spot it in low lighting. I prefer small sizes because I’ve had a top be way too excessive with the lube. Totally wasteful and messy) Condoms (obviously not our preference but I’ve found having it explicitly stated as an option in your ad raises your response rate substantially. You can always request them to cum on your hole afterwards or get the load out of the used condom afterwards. I’ve had some hot straight guys that will only do safe. Best not to restrict your options imo) Jockstraps (I bring spares because when one is soaked with cum and cold and clammy it’s a bit uncomfortable) Poppers (make sure the tops dont steal it afterward. I like the european ones that have the evaporation resistant caps so the poppers stay strong and avoids spillage which has happened to me before due to clumsiness and not being able to see) glasses/ contact case and solution (hotel rooms are dry and my eyes dry out after a couple fucks) Blindfold (the first few times I did it I cheated and used a see through blindfold (amazon) because I was scared that something would happen. But now I do it properly using a cheapie I think I got from dollar store - more of an immersive experience and I think the really paranoid discrete ones are more comfortable with a heightened level of anonymity. This is optional for some people depending on their comfort level I think. I don’t recommend going for any kinky mask or gear or hood etc without clearing it with your respondent first. I remember showing up as an anon top to a hotel room and the btm was decked out in gear. I would normally be ok with it but was just surprised and kinda pissed that he didnt at least give me a heads up. Laptop and hdmi cord (if you plan to play porn as an ambience. Personally when topping I’ve found the porn volume to be distracting if too loud and was a little nervous the neighbors would hear. Also you might not want to pull out anything too kinky. Alot of the respondents are straight and/or new to gay sex. They’re delicate - don’t weird em out before you get their load) Water (stay hydrated. Try to avoid eating though and absolutely no coffee unless you want to spend another 45 min douching) Phone charger Anything you need for comfort or to keep you entertained during your downtime when you’re waiting for the next guy Any cosmetic or bathroom items that you might need Duck tape (I use this to keep the door from locking. More sustainable than using the door latch which I’ve found some tops reset) Cap, optional (I like the sporty look.. Plus added bonus of keeping the tops from grabbing your hair if they make you suck their dick) Mouthwash (some guys will surprise you with unexpected kissing and cuddling so best have good breath in preparation for that. I personally love it when blindfolded - really heightens the experience without having the person’s attractiveness bias your state of mind.) Bottle douche or small plastic bottle of water Plastic bag (to put all your gross stuff in when you’re done) Any party drugs that you might use, a cumdump session is a good time for them (I guess kinda controversial but it makes it funner. Dont go overboard as you still want to retain the ability to react if the top starts to do sketchy shit like try and steal from you or be overly rough or something. I’ve never had any major problems like stealing etc. but I’ve had one guy be overly rough with a thick 8 incher - honestly not cool at all even with poppers and makes subsequent fucks less enjoyable and less accessible as the muscles tighten up. Since then it’s something that I keep in mind. Honestly, having a clear mind is much more enjoyable for me in my experience than say getting drunk before doing it. One of the cool things about anon is your heightened sense of awareness as you hear the top open the door, hear his belt buckle and his zip and feeling his body warmth before feeling his cock. It’s fun) Tips: Location is very important - don’t just choose a hotel/motel carelessly. I think tops are more likely to travel to you if it’s close by so pick somewhere densely populated. One time I picked a hotel that was right beside a truck stop rest area and got a good bit of trucker loads. Certain hotels have put in curfews due to covid where you need your room key to enter the front entrance. This sucks but is generally restricted to 3.5/4+ star hotels. A huge chunk of your respondents are discrete and some of them are next level paranoid. I’ve had guys cancel because the room location required that they pass through the lobby as opposed to being accessible from the parking lot. I personally use super 8 or travelodge if the location is ok because of parking lot access, price and I think they are less likely to react if they notice guys showing up . I’ve found the best rates to be on hotwire. I don't think it's a good idea to use your home as an anon pump n dump location. Although you're saving money, I think you risk theft of your possessions and revealing your identity to someone you may know or who may use this information against you. Not worth it. Call ahead (like the morning of) and request early check in. If they have clean rooms most will be ok with it. I’ve gotten in as early as 10 am (normal check in is 3pm) before. The more time you have the more loads you can get. Scheduling has never kinda worked for me. I think a reasonable standard allotment would be a 30 min interval. Most guys cum quick- like 5 min or less. I’ve found that being open about possible overlaps is preferable than having them be surprised. Remember, some of them are delicate - they will flee at the first sign of something not going according to plan. Douching needs to be done exhaustively until the juices run clear. Remember that you’re planning to get fucked for a long time frame so make sure you do it properly. I use a hose attachment that connects to my shower fixture( you can find it on amazon). Unfortunately, most hotels’ shower fixture can’t attach to it so you need a separate bottle douche or if you’re ghetto like me use a bottle of water (thin plastic is easier). Try to watch your diet the day before - keep it minimal and no coffee and no fatty foods. Avoid eating during your cumdump hours Obviously use a throwaway email account. Protect your identity and dont have your name anywhere. If you’re doing this locally, use a different grindr account. The last thing you want to do is hurt your normal hookup chances because the guys in your area now know you’re into anon cumdumping. In fact, it might be better to just head out of town and slut it up where no one knows you or could somehow recognize you. Most guys will be fine but a small set of guys will be troublesome. Occasionally you may come across tops that takes a wayyy too long a time to cum (imo 1hr+ cuz they want to edge and didnt bring it up beforehand is unacceptable), or that try to hang around and watch without asking (yes, very creepy), or that just can’t get it up at all (it happens, no judgement, but sucks from a sex point of view), or that completely ditch the concept of a pump n dump and start doing everything from massages to small talk to whatever (breeding is #1 priority!). This point might be controversial because I think some bottoms might take submissiveness to the extreme and just allow the top to do whatever but I feel like this approach can definitely screw up your plans for the day. The way I approach these scenarios is to be polite but clearly communicate that I’m not comfortable with this or that and if things really cant get back on track, then I suggest that maybe things arent working well today and maybe we should just call it off or take a break or something. Don’t be judgemental or critical - it might not be their fault or they didn’t understand the scenario or something. Be mindful that you are after all in a room alone with a stranger. Be kind but communicate clearly if you’re uncomfortable. Secure your valuables. Ideally the room has a safe. If it doesn’t, might be better to keep your wallet etc in the car than risk the chance of being exposed to theft. Keep any stuff that needs to be in the room hidden to minimize temptation. Just in case Example Ad template: Obviously, your ad is super important. Your goal is to maximize the number of loads you can get and you want to communicate your expectations as clearly as possible. Definitely include a picture as it will hugely affect your response rate. Spend some time to try and get a good butt shot that hopefully will pass through doublelist and locanto’s restrictions. I personally like natural lighting and an angle that makes your butt look as big as possible.I have no idea what their criteria is. I’ve had some butt pics pass but be rejected in a later ad and vice versa. Remember to renew your ads and repost them on the day. The majority of my respondent demographic has always been guys in their 40s to 50s, some married. So imo it makes sense to renew after standard work hours when they’re likely to be home and have free time. Make sure that all your stats and details are correct. I think many guys when browsing will be suspicious of fake ads so try and aim to be clear so there is no misunderstanding. Craigslist was by far the best platform for this kind of thing but y’know rip. I use squirt message boards, doublelist, locanto, bbrt and grindr. Takes some micromanaging but the more you can distribute your ad the higher the rate will be. Though understandably you may have preferences on the kinds of guys you want showing up, consider that 1) you wont see them anyways, you’ll just feel their dick if they stick to the standard pump n dump expectation 2) the majority of guys wont show up so you might not want to be too picky. I personally still request basic stats (though most will send in the first email) just because it’s nice to visualize when getting fucked by him and helps me kinda keep track of my fucks for the day. A template of one I used this past weekend is below. Other examples can be found in the cumdump poppers trainer video (google it). I posted an initial one 2 weeks before the date I was kinda aiming for to get an idea if anyone would be interested before committing to booking and setting a date. I then edited it the Friday of the weekend to include the date and location and either refreshed it or just posted a new ad. I got a decent response rate but I think there’s room for improvement. Just my speculation but I think certain key words in your ad might help or hinder you depending on the culture of your area eg cumdump, loads, pump n dump. Calgary kinda sucks for this kind of thing anyway. My largest response rate has been in Seattle so far. Pride week especially in whatever city is also a great time. Most guys regardless of city will not follow through, maybe 10-20% on an average session will legit show up. Saturdays or public holidays are good days to set up — Hoping to organize an anonymous pump and dump scenario at my hotel room. Me: <insert your stats> Scenario: The door will be left propped open. When you come in, the room will be dark and quiet and I'll be naked ass up face down blindfolded and in a jockstrap. Lube and condoms (optional) will be to the side of the bed. Pull your cock out, use my ass to bust a load, then zip up and head out. No strings, no complications, no bs. Just straightforward easy and convenient fucking. Completely discrete. I haven't set a date or location yet - just trying to get an idea if anyone would be interested. Serious only. Feel free to ask if you have any questions. — Overall, if you’re new to anon fun and thinking of trying it, I say take the plunge and go for it. It’s a different experience from a normal hookup and one major advantage is that a surprising number of hot (based on cock/body pic and when I used to cheat with my blindfold) straight/bi (unconfirmed) discrete guys will show up for this. It definitely helps though to do a bit of planning or think some things through beforehand.

I had a very similar experience in Pipeworks in Glasgow. Lots of poppers while sucking a guy then he pushed me over, slipped into my arse and dumped his load in a couple of minutes and off he went. Like you, no discussion of status, but a really hot fuck

I honestly was't cruising, just cutting across the park . A middle aged guy walked past me and said. "you wanna come with me". OK , a middle aged guy with really tight khakis, showing his "enthusiasm". "Just around the block" he said. I think my tongue hanging out of my mouth gave the game away. He said almost nothing else to me. Go to his place. He opened the door, kicked his shoes off and pointed at the table in the entry and said "bend over". I pulled down my jeans. He spat on his cocked and plunged WAsn't quite ready for that had to fight back a scream. Tried to pull out away from him but he gave me a sharp slap on the butt and pulled me back don on his cock. HE kept a steady rhythm for a good 15 minutes, had me in hog heaven. When he finally came I reached around and pulled him in to me. he gave me a few more thrusts, then pulled out, and said "thanks" in a way that let me know my presence was not longer needed. Felt used, but also well-used and horny as hell. Was cruising around the park in the cold for a good 45 minutes. Then I saw him again. He nodded and i followed back to his place . Round two. "Bend over". This time I was ready. Think he took his Viagra. He fucked for much longer than the first time. My legs were shaking,. When he came the second time, he didn't let out a sound, just pulled me back down onto his cock and held it in until it was , well, not rock hard. He said thanks with the same look as before. I was exhausted and horny as hell, but had the good sense to go home. Wonder if he went back to the park again.

Part 32 - How Life Revolves And One Adapts "Not even a hello?" Max asked nervously seeing that Alex was clearly shocked by him being there. Alex suddenly regained his focus "What?" he asked staring at him, "What are you doing here?". Max looked seriously at him with worry "I had to see you Alex" he replied. Alex took a step back "After what you did to me in London?" he said sounding angry. Max began thinking coming here was a mistake "I am sorry Alex. I shouldn't have come" he replied. Every single emotion and feeling ran through his body and head, that feeling he had in Mauritius during those carefree days of being two anonymous people who just happened to fall in love. Alex knew it was not just love but a very real attraction that was strong enough to tear his insides to shred. Despite knowing Max felt the same way there was the big stumbling block of his position and weather Max would ever be able to understand it. It was of course the reason Max turned his back on him. "Why?" Alex asked, "Why did you come Max?". "You" Max replied unable to take his eyes off Alex, "I can't stop thinking about you". Alex put his head in his hands "I can't keep doing this Max, having you run off and leave". Max walked over to Alex and held his hand "Your life scares me Alex" he said, "I admit that and that I love you!". Alex stared at him "I let the person I love slip away, I was foolish to do that Alex and I am sorry" Max said softly. Alex squeezed his hand "Max I can't change anything you understand that, this is who I am, my real identity". Max nodded "I fell in love with Alex not a prince, that much I know now" he replied. Alex studied him "My mother said when you love someone your life adapts to be with them" Max said. "And can you?" Alex asked staring at him, "Adapt to accept who I am, fit in with my crazy family?". Max shrugged "Alex I have no idea what I am doing. All I know is I don't want to go on without you". Alex looked down and his hand in Max's "You are the person I love Max" Alex said looking up at him. Max genuinely smiled "But I don't want you to change from the Max I love" Alex added. Max let go and held his hands in an open gesture "I am Max. I am completely in love with you". Alex let out an anguished groan "I am frightened and scared by my feelings for you" Max added. Max looked at him deeply "I was stupid to run away but when I came back to find you... You had left". Alex stared back "You broke my heart Max" he said softly, "You really did come back looking for me?". "Yes!" Max replied, "The reception told me you had checked out early that morning. Sort of broke my heart as well". Alex could hear the sorrow "I can't repair what I did, I am sorry. Part of me was still shocked by who you are" Max said. The love Alex had in his heart for him was undeniable and hearing him say those words, Alex knew he was being truthful and feel the love Max had for him from his eyes and body language. He knew his life would never be complete unless Max was with him. "Who you saw in Mauritius was the real me, behind closed doors" Alex now said sincerely. Max nodded "I understand that now" he said softly, "Took a few people to tell me that". "I won't push you in to any decisions Max" Alex told him, "I know you have your life in London". Max could tell that the words Alex spoke were genuine and that they would give him some time to sort his life out weather it was in London or here in Monrovia. The more he looked at Alex his love burned stronger and the decision seemed to be clear in his head. "If I have to give up London and my life there I will" Max said softly, "Only to be with you". The smile on Alex's face melted his heart "You mean you will stay?" he asked needing confirmation. What possessed his next action came out of no where and it took Alex completely by surprise thinking he was going to pop the question as Max got on one knee and bowed his head. "Prince Alexander may I request that you officially be my boyfriend" Max said looking up at him. Alex smiled nodding "Yes, but if you run away I will have you locked in the dungeon" he giggled. Max smiled and stood up "I will need to go home and sort everything out" he said. "Then I will come with you" Alex replied adamantly, "And Liam of course" he added. Max laughed "Yeah, that is going to take some adjusting, him over your shoulder all the time". Alex pulled Max up "It will be a big change for you and I do understand that Max". Their arms slipped around each others waists and their lips touched, Alex almost in tears still unable to believe Max was standing here in the palace. He was in no doubt of Max's intentions but there were the many royal hurdles to jump over now, Alex was resolute in his head that if anyone stood in the way of his happiness with Max he would renounce his position, there would be no compromises where Max was concerned if this was to work. "I should leave let you get on with your royal bash tonight" Max said pulling back slightly. Alex shook his head "No you don't!" he said holding him, "You are staying, no running away!". "Alex I am not going anywhere, but this is your party" Max said kissing him softly. Alex looked at him "You are my boyfriend Max, you are staying" he said kissing him. Max smiled a very nervous smile "Alright!" he replied, "So how do I address you then?" he asked. "Alex" Alex replied, "Although formally I am His Royal Highness Prince Alexander Duke of Montcalm" he added. Max grinned "To many words. Can I kiss you your royal highness?" he asked and Alex nodded. The kiss was enough to seal their love "So when do I have to address you as royalty?" Max now asked. "I don't know" Alex replied thinking, "My parents will know" he added. "Your parents?" Max repeated Alex's words, "The king and queen... oh crap!" he said quietly Alex laughed "Yes, but right now you need to come and meet my circle of friends and those closest to me". Max grinned "As in sexually close?" he asked in a dirty seductive voice. "Where did that come from?" Alex asked bursting in to laughter, "I admit I am not a good boy". Max glanced at him curiously "Does that mean you have had sex with them all?" he asked. "God no" Alex replied then went in to thinking mode, "Not all of them!" he remarked. For the moment any thought of how he would even fit in to royal life was forgotten, the man he was in love with had become his boyfriend and was leading him by the hand. Max had not even given any thought to the conversation with Liam earlier and the protocol that would need to play out. Instead he walked with Alex knowing this was the first step of being introduced in to the real world of Alex as Prince Alexander. Opening the door they immediately spotted Liam who was keeping guard to make sure they were not interrupted. Max though was astonished as his eyes took in all the elaborate finery of the surroundings as he finally stepped in to the actual palace areas. Liam smiled and could see clearly this time it was working out as he hoped. Liam holding firmly on to the door handle and they could hear the voice behind the closed door inside Alex's apartment. "Where is my brother?" Alden demanded banging on the door, "Liam open the door!". "Your highness" Liam said bowing his head to Alex, "The crown prince seems aggravated". "I command you to open this door as the crown prince" Alden now said pulling rank and giggling behind the door. Alex nodded "I guess you should let him come out" he said tightening his grip on Max's hand. "Did you just try pulling royal rank over me?" Liam asked chuckling as he opened the door. "Dam right! Thank you" Alden said walking through and Liam closed the door. Alden stood there looking at Max "Who are you?" he asked then noticed Alex holding hands. "Max, my brother Alden, His Royal Highness The Crown Prince of Monrovia" he said standing aside. "Alden this is Max" Alex said, "You bow and address him as your royal highness" he said to Max. Max understood this was a formal introduction "Your royal highness" he said bowing his head. Alden nodded in acknowledgement "So this the man from Mauritius?" he asked looking at Alex. "Yes" Alex replied with authority and trying to at guess what Alden was thinking. Alden looked at Max then circled around him "Hurt my brother again you will pay, you dig?" he said. Max didn't know where to look and nodded as Alden laughed "Knob head" Alex said to Alden. Max looked at Alden and could see tinge of a smirk "Well, what are you doing here?" Alden asked. Max bowed his head "Your royal highness I am here to see Alex" he replied glancing at Alex. "Prince Alexander when you are addressing formally" Alden said, "Man you have a lot to learn". "Don't you start on him!" Alex warned his brother pushing him away trying to be the boss. The weirdest of things struck Max as he looked between the two prince's, clearly they were different yet amazingly he found they were like two peas in a pod as they fell to the floor wrestling each other. Quick with their sarcastic quips to each other yet clearly a love and bond between them that was rock solid. Liam pulled Alden off Alex and stood between them with his arms folded facing Alden who then burst out laughing. Alex stood whilst Alden now circled around Max making him even more nervous wondering what the prince was doing. Alden smiled "Are you sure you want my brother Max?" he asked, Max nodded, "I approve". "Like I need your approval dick head" Alex replied smugly yet clearly happy Alden liked him. Alden stood in front of him "You know he has bedded most the male household?" he suddenly said. Max chuckled and Alex lunged at his brother "Oh that is not true!" he cried out. Alex produced one of his protection moves catching Alden off guard and bringing him to the floor where a play fight ensued yet again. Max looked at Liam who shrugged and walked over to Max. "Don't worry about them, they will get over it shortly" Liam said putting his arm around Max. Max looked back "Shouldn't we stop them?" he asked. Liam laughed "Never intervene when those two start" he replied. Max looked at Liam "Well has he?" he asked smirking. Liam knew what he meant "That is not for me to disclose Max" he chuckled. "I think you have given enough way" Max replied, "Should we not wait for Alex?" he asked. "No this could take a long time" Liam replied smiling, "Better if I introduce you". Liam still with his arm around Max's shoulder opened the door to Alex's apartment and guided him inside to the lounge area. Max looked around as suddenly every one went quiet and looked towards them, he nearly burst out laughing but for his nerves. The scene was like one of the movies were a person walked in to a western bar and every one stopped to look. His eyes instantly taking in the sexy muscular guy who he knew as Nick and one of the protection officers having seen him earlier. He was talking to a tall handsome well built official looking man. Then a group of younger guys ranging in age but not by much, each one different in their own right. No one quite sure of who he was except Nick, Josh and Artem. When he saw Max appear Artem walked over and stood in front of him. "Artem isn't it?" Max asked nervously as Liam removed his arm from Max's shoulder. "Hell!" Artem said smiling, "Well I never expected to see you standing here in the palace after London!". Max looked down nervously "Yeah I know, neither did I to be honest" he replied. Artem held out his hand and Max shook it "I hope this is a good visit" he said and Max nodded. Nick walked over pushing Artem out of the way "Nice to see you again" he said roughly hugging him. Liam chuckled "Nick, down boy!" he said but Max was so charmed by his tattoos and muscles. Max sniggered and pulled back looking at him "Nice" he said, "I mean nice to see you again". Nick laughed and Liam pulled Max away as Alex and Alden appeared looking red in the face and tucking their shirts back in to look presentable. Alex took a step back and watched as Alden walked over to Max putting his arm around Max's shoulder guiding announcing he would do the introductions. Alden cleared his throat in a royal manner befitting his status that had a few of them laugh as he called them over. "Right introductions. Nick my protection officer, Liam is Alex's" Alden started. Max nodded "Artem his valet and assistant, Jackson head of the royal household" Alden added. Again Max nodded "Francis my valet who is banging with Jackson who was my valet" he said laughing, "I know complicated". Max chuckled as he spoke "Tom palace footman, Marty here is Master of the royal horses". Max was just about keeping up with Alden "Josh you have met" Alden finished and looked at Max. "Okay think I have got it" Max replied. "Good, I am not doing it again" Alden said laughing, "Guys this is Max" he proudly said. A few mouths dropped open "I don't need to remind you about protocol decree 14.2.1" Alden added. Everyone in the room nodded "Of course your royal highness" they all replied. Max noticed the surprised looks that instantly told him that everyone except Tom seemed to know all about him. Alex finally pushed Alden away and took Max by the hand over to meet everyone. Meeting Marty was by far quite intimidating when he spoke, the vibrations from his deep voice had him trembling at the knees and Alex laughing 'Did the same thing to me I can tell you!' he whispered. Max was very observant and being new to the group he quickly picked up that Marty kept looking over his shoulder in Josh's direction. Then there was Nick who he figured was gay and he would frequently take sneaking glances at Tom who seemed oblivious to it. Liam brought Max a beer over and he gradually explained about the people in the room are those that Alex trusts and confide in and are very close to him. Max was intriguing to the group except Alden who was too busy joking and laughing with Nick and Jackson when Francis left him alone. "Quite a lot of gay guys here" Max said quietly. Liam smiled "Yeah I suppose. Monrovia has no discrimination on that score". Max chuckled "I guess you are not?" he asked looking at Liam raising an eyebrow. "No" Liam replied but he guessed what Max wanted to know, "I have with Alex" he said quietly. Max smirked "I did wonder seeing you in Mauritius" he replied, "You looked way more than friends". "You understand how close I am to Alex?" Liam asked and Max nodded like it was okay. "Liam, how come you don't address Alex the same way as Alden?" Max asked out of curiosity. Liam smiled "In private he is Alex, Alden is heir and the crown prince so retains stricter protocols" he replied. "Right" Max said partially getting it, "So he is more senior to Alex?" he now asked. "Yes he will become the monarch eventually" Liam said putting his arm on Max's shoulder. Max looked on nervously "This whole thing scares me Liam, what if I don't fit in?" he asked. Liam smiled "It won't be easy the first few months Max, take it slowly and be patient". Max nodded slowly "You will fit in Max" Liam replied assuring Max that it caught him off guard. He was certainly not left in a corner since Marty took quite a shine to Max when he wasn't watching Josh's every move, he sat on the floor with him and Tom chatting away. It was like he had been part of this group for years the way he was made to feel at ease, he did notice that mostly when people addressed Alden they switched to slightly more formal mode. Alex looked on at Max and how well he was fitting in, even Alden went over and sat on the floor with them chatting away and delightfully telling Max about Josh and the suit he wants made. It hadn't escaped him that his brother would have his work cut out with bringing Max in to this world, but that was not for now and he would help in any way to make his brother happy. Marty went over to Alex who was opening a can of soda "He is nice Alex" he said. Alex smiled "Thanks, glad you approve" he replied, "Speaking of which talk to Josh". For the first time Marty went all coy and shy "I can see there is an attraction" Alex added, In fact everyone has noticed". "You think?" Marty asked looking at Alex who nodded, "He is dam sexy" he said looking at Josh. Marty went quiet for a moment "Does that mean I have now lost you as entertainment?" he asked. Alex shrugged "I guess so" he replied glancing at Marty, "Suppose you will have to ask Max". Alex caught Josh's eye and beckoned him over "What are you doing?" Marty asked about walk off before Alex held him. "Getting you to together" Alex said straight up, "Josh have you met Marty?" he asked. "Kind of" Josh replied grinning stupidly and staring at Marty. "Good" Alex said smiling pulling them together, "Marty fancies you and you fancy Marty" he said walking off. He glanced back over his shoulder as he joined Max on the floor and the spark between Marty and Josh ignited the whole room as they nervously looked at each other and began chatting properly. It wasn't long before Josh was giggling and laughing with Marty, Alex smiled and put his arm around Max. "You taking my fun away?" Tom asked Alex nodding to where Marty was mesmerised by Josh. Max glanced to see what was going on "Sorry Tom but that was getting silly" Alex apologised. Tom shrugged "Yeah he has been completely distracted by him all evening, almost ignoring me" he said. "We will find someone else for you to play with" Alex replied giggling. "Guess I am not going to get you then?" Tom asked smirking at Alex and Max. Max chuckled "So is part of us being together that you taking a cheap mistress in?" he asked nodding at Tom. "Fucking cheek!" Tom said pushing Max so he fell over on his side dragging Alex with him. Max sat up smirking and noticing the envious look from Nick "Someone has the hots for you". "Who?" Tom asked looking around the room like a meercat. His first glance around the room revealed nothing as everyone was talking minding their own business. Immediately he thought Max was winding him up so he set on him again. Tom was strong and had Max pinned on the floor straddling across his chest keeping him down. The roars of laughter had Alden and Francis bounding across from the sofas they were sitting on and setting on Tom, Francis held him down whilst Alden tickled him trying to find his weakest spot, Liam and Nick stood there watching and laughing. "Never seen Alden looking so chilled out" Nick said, "That Elethera was no fun!". Liam kept glancing at Nick then laughed "You fancy him?" he asked discreetly. Nick looked at him "Who?" he replied, "Alden?" he questioned and Liam shook his head. "You know dam well who I am talking about Nick!" Liam remarked giving him the you know expression. Nick shrugged "Cute and very rugged but massive age gap" he replied. "Yeah probably is a bit young even for you" Liam said offering Nick another drink. Nick laughed "Man if I was younger I would be on that and he wouldn't be able to walk by the morning". Liam chuckled "Yuk!" he said grinning, "Marty has already trained him in the stables" he said quietly. Nick burst out laughing "Who hasn't he trained!" he remarked seeing Liam's look, "No!" Nick said looking horrified. The evening went so quickly and Max soon discovered that despite who Alex was, in reality he was the opposite and the same the person he got to know in Mauritius. Laid back, chilled out and treated as a normal person with the close circle of people he considered friends. Alex couldn't be happier as he felt right now and couldn't face the prospect of Max having to leave. Alex wandered over to Liam "Do you have to take Max back to his hotel?" he asked. Liam shook his head "Not if you want him to stay" he replied. "Too late to ask permission though" Alex replied knowing he still had to follow palace rules. Liam smiled "All taken care of Alex. The king has permitted it" he said. Alex smirked and kissed him on the cheek "Should have known you would have done that already". "Max can stay as long as you or he wants" Liam added, "He will need to see the king tomorrow to start the protocol". Alex nodded "You mean follow the protocol?" he asked looking at Liam. "Yes, the wheels are in motion already Alex, be sure you both really want this" Liam added. As the night drew on the party began to disperse with Alden, Tom, Jackson and Francis being first to leave. Liam chuckling watching Nick who was watching Tom walking out of the door. Artem tidying up left after Nick and Liam had departed leaving Alex, Max, Marty and Josh sat on the floor chatting away, none of them realising how much alcohol they had consumed having completely lost track of the evening. Alex felt completely happy that Max was finally with him and was so chilled out and slightly drunk, Max was slightly tipsy since they kept toasting each other. Marty was sat next to Josh who had his hand on Marty's leg and Marty with his arm around Josh's neck keeping him close and falling stupidly in love with this clean cut attractive guy that was completely his opposite, although nothing was showing besides the look they were also both slightly drunk having way too many shots. The four of them laughed and giggled climbing on to the two sofas that faced towards each other with only the coffee table between them, Marty and Josh on one, Max and Alex on the other. "Are you two going to kiss or what?" Alex asked looking at Marty and Josh. Josh shrugged at looked at Marty "Do I have your permission?" Marty asked looking at Alex. Alex smiled "You don't need my permission Marty, anyway you always take what you want" he said. "You never complained though" Marty replied giggling. Max noticed the glint in Alex's eyes "No way! You two had sex!" he said out of the blue. Josh laughed as Marty smirked and nodded "He can take a good whipping with a riding crop Max". Alex opened his mouth unable to speak "You will have to show me Marty" Max replied. Marty threw his head back laughing "Do more than show you!" he remarked getting a punch from Josh. Marty looked at Josh "Don't worry you will get it as well, and more!" he said confidently. "Is that so!" Josh replied before being pulled in by Marty and kissed. "Nice" Marty said looking in his eyes, "You are my boyfriend now!" he stated clearly to Josh. Josh stared in his eyes then shrugged his shoulders "Whatever!" he said sitting back beaming. Max was laughing away to himself "You won't be laughing when I have finished with you" Marty added. Max held his hands up "No way" he said looking shocked, "I like my sex in the bedroom". Marty cocked his head to one side "You want it now then?" he asked Max. "I don't think so" Max replied as Alex placed his hand over his groin laughing. "He is turned on Marty" Alex said rubbing Max's crotch even more. "Stop it" Max giggled trying to push Alex's hand away. "I should get going look at the time" Josh said breaking the mood and trying to stand clumsily. "You are in no fit state to go anywhere" Alex said still holding on to Max's groin. "You can come and stay with me Josh" Marty offered looking at him "What about me or was that all talk!" Max asked giggling still fighting Alex off. Alex looked at Josh "Why don't you both stay here my bed is big enough" he said innocently. They all looked at him and it was Marty who spoke up "Gang bang?". Alex looked shocked the giggled "Only if Josh and Max are okay with it". Josh got to his feet and walked over sitting on Max's lap "Still hard down there I see". Max felt out of place and looked at Alex who grinned "Err..." he started saying. Alex leaned over and kissed Max "I want to watch" he said then kissed him again. Max chuckled and nodded "Kiss me you horny fucker" Josh demanded launching forward to kiss him. Max overpowered him with ease and wrapped his arms around Josh lifting him as he stood up laughing and nearly loosing his footing, he held on firmly to Josh's surprise. Marty had made his move on Alex putting him in a fireman lift over his shoulder and carrying him towards the bedroom, the alcohol seemed to have no effect on Marty's balance and he marched quickly and efficiently to the bedroom. He glanced at Max who still seemed a tad timid about this whole sordid thing, he was put at ease by the smile Alex gave him and the indication that he was going to have Max at some point.

Preparing for the night - showering and making sure i was cleaned inside and out - I was beyond excited thinking about Trevor - his perfect jock body - and the muscled up guys he might have with him. It made my dick throb thinking about it. This weekend was going to be so hot, I was ready to be a pig. As I was drying off and thinking about how much dick I was going to have shoved down my throat - I heard my phone buzz. It was Trevor “where the fuck are you?! Guys here are fucking hot!” He included a photo of (I assumed) the action at his place - pic of a perfect round ass in a white jock splayed out on the bed, thick muscly legs framing the straps perfectly.... immediately making my dick twitch — I wanted my face in that jocks crack - tasting his sweaty hole. Damn, I was horned up. I texted back - “be there soon - just finishing getting ready - can’t wait to taste that ass 🤤” I figured I could use a little “pre-party” courage - luckily I had some shit left from earlier in the week with my buddy Carl (another story) - i opened the lock box under the bed and pulled out my trusty glass pipe and a baggy with a few fat shards - the sight of the drugs made my cock start to throb - fucking love getting spun on Tina and getting piggy! I dropped a couple shards into the pipe, and started melting it with my torch- the thick white smoke swirling in the pipe - fuk yeah! I pulled the glass dick up to my lips and drew a long hit into my lungs, holding it in as long as I could stand and then blew out a giant white cloud into the bathroom mirror. Within a few seconds I could feel my heart start to beat faster, and my cock start to throb. I took several more hits like this - getting myself to that perfect horned up state - but not too fucked up to know what was up or down. Okay - time to get dressed and head out. First I put a steel cockring on my half hard dick - fuck that felt good. My cock was already dripping precum. I pulled on my favorite white jockstrap - my dick bulging the fabric nicely - I stopped to look myself over in the mirror - all that time in the gym had paid off - I had great muscle definition - beautiful broad shoulders and a tight six pack stomach. I ran my hands over my smooth body - the drugs making my skin tingle as I did so. Fuck I looked (and felt!) sexy. I pulled on a pair of light colored jeans and a white sleeveless T-shirt. My cock was throbbing and was making a a nice big bulge in the jeans. I loved the feeling of my hardening dick packed in a jock and constrained by the jeans. I rubbed my bulge for a bit ... making the sensation more intense as my cock grew harder. I called an Uber and packed up a few things (some clean rigs just in case, a couple other cock rings / ball stretchers and a few other pairs of slutty underwear / jocks). Uber was going to be a bit so i figured I’d finish off my bowl. Still standing in the mirror - I loved watching myself get high ... blowing giant clouds while rubbing my throbbing Dick through my jeans. Fuck it was hot. I struck up my torch melting the Drugs into a thick swirl of smoke - brought the stem to my lips and filled my lungs as deep as I could. I took a couple more giant hits and then packed up and headed down to meet the Uber. Got downstairs and my ride was there - I was so horned up riding in the back seat - I had to really focus on NOT rubbing my dick through my jeans - but I couldn’t help but spread my legs wide and grind my pelvis a bit while I rode. Uber dropped me at the hotel where Trevor had rented a room and I quickly shuffled through the lobby and into the elevators. My heart racing with anticipation as I ascended- and my cock pressing hard against my jeans. I couldn’t fucking wait to have my holes filled with jock cock. After what seemed like an eternity I arrived at the 31st floor - room 3131. I knocked quietly on the door and waited for my stud to answer. I could hear moaning inside - clearly there were already a bunch of guys here. Trevor answered the door “hey man - about time you got here! C’mon in” I walked in and holy fuck! What a hot bunch of guys - there was a sofa across the room where a guy was getting pounded by the sexiest blond guy with a backwards baseball cap - two guys stood over him with their dicks in his face — taking turns hitting the pipe. But - fuck - Trevor - standing inches in front of me - his perfectly smooth muscled up body glistening with sweat, he was a god —- 6’2” with beautiful broad shoulders, wearing just a pair of shiny white underwear, his half hard cock bulging to the side, a wet circle of precum where his dick head was. And sticking out the waistband of his underwear were two rigs - already prepped. I put my hand on his bulge - feeling his thick meat … “one of those for me?” … glancing at the rigs sticking out of his waistband. He just smirked at me and grabbed my hand - encouraging me to grope his cock harder. He leaned in and shoved his tongue in my mouth, his tongue tasted so good - a mixture of cock and meth — and so so so wet. Holding his bulge in my hand and having his sloppy tongue in my mouth made my cock leak - I could feel it dripping in my jock. As if he couldn’t turn me on more, Trevor reached around and grabbed my ass - forceful and gentle at the same time … his index finger pressed hard against my hole through the denim … it felt so fucking good. “C’mon —- let’s get you good and spun … then I want this ass - and so do these other guys” I practically shot my load into my jock with that — the most gorgeous stud on campus was about to shoot me up and then whore my ass out to a bunch of big dicked jocks — I could hardly handle it.

A trip to a bathhouse a black cock and a bottle of poppers tapped in to and released my inner cum slut no discussion or rubbers status etc had me face down ass up raking the load and when he pulled out another one slid in before I could move

Ten minutes ago. My boy, Drew spent last night with my buddy Steve and his mates. He came home an hour ago and wanted a load from his Daddy. I undressed him. He smelled fucking amazing, covered in the sweat of 4 men. I kissed him deep as I fingered his wet hole. He told me they used him all night and he took 4 loads up his ass and 2 in his mouth - he still had cum in his stubble which I licked off. I put him belly down on our bed and spread his legs wide then I shoved my tongue deep in his well-used hole. He was full of fukkin cum and tasted great. I was horny as fuck so I mounted him and put several strong thrusts up his cum-filled asshole and shot my load into him. I fuck Drew most days but I love it when he gets fucked and loaded by other men for my pleasure.

I used to have tops cover up, but it was only ever out of fear of STDs, for as long as I remember having sexual urges at all I'd wanted to feel used, and fantasising about taking strangers' loads was a very natural part of that. There wasn't a single incident that pushed me over the line, I just gave in bit by bit, swallowing to begin with, then not mentioning condoms and leaving it up to whoever I was with to decide (and to begin with going through all the anxiety after a bare session), and eventually I felt like since I was ignoring safety from time to time anyway, and you never know which fuck might be the one to leave more than a load of cum in me, I may as well just get the most I can out of it, stopped loitering around the perimeter of the dark room at the sauna/club I go to, and got down on hands and knees in there instead. Looking back it just seems inevitable.

My favourite: [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/39-pulsating-cocks-xhIoPjM

I first got turned on to bare sex through the natural progression of being in a relationship with a guy for a long time. I have to say once I experienced it, I was definitely looking forward to it in any relationships afterwards. It hasn't taken long to progress to bare sex in relationships after that. For me, sex is typically a primal release of lust, aggression... hell, insert some heated emotion here. A condom is fine when deemed needed, but I enjoy aggressive natural sex. The guys I typically connect with aren't into the romantic side of sex. The psychological aspect of being entered raw has an effect on both of us, the physical heat is enhanced, either physically or just the idea of it, when his bare cock is pounding in and out of me. And I love the feel of cum running down my skin. I want to be left covered in sweat and have cum running down my skin. Someday if I get really lucky, I want to be covered with a lot of cum earned from hours of aggressive sex with a lot of aggressive lust-filled guys. Definitely a bucket list item!

Well .... I started fucking guys before hiv came along, so raw was the way every guy fucked. There wasn't really a specific term for "bareback" sex, since that was what every guy who had sex did. There were a few guys that had "fetishized" condoms (or "rubbers", as they were known then), but there were very few guys into that. Every guy who fucked, fucked raw ... it was totally normal. Yes, there were the usual "bugs" that got passed around, but nothing like hiv. Guys that didn't live through those years may have a difficult time understanding how rampant the fear was, when no one knew the "how's and why's" of transmission at first, but we all knew it was passed via sex. Of course, the answers to the "h's & w's" came relatively quickly, but the reaction to the fear of dying a truly horrific death remained for years.

Hey everyone. I was wondering if you made any memorable experiences that got you into bare fucking. I used to be a very shy guy and had my first real sex relatively late (if I disregard the jerking off with a neighborhood friend as young teens). I was not a fan of condoms but regarded them as the necessary evil to even have sex. It just never felt that good so I didn't really enjoy fucking when I started. During a vacation in Taiwan I've had some very hot dates and one was my entry to the world of bareback. This hot twink I met online was with me in my Airbnb place and while we were cuddling I rubbed my cock against his hole. He wanted me to just fuck him bare and in the heat of the moment it just felt right and the feeling that fucking him bare gave me was beyond compare. I suddenly realized that THIS is the only way I wanted to have sex in the future. I'm still so thankful to that guy that he showed me how real sex should be: skin on skin and juicy. What about you? I'm curious to learn about your journey towards bare fucking.

My bottom friend just left my place after 5 hours of the best sex of my life. Bisexual guy here 38 y/o first time writing on the site 🙋‍♂️🙂 Since meeting my friend.. who is a total cumpig bottom(didn't realize his level of sluttiness to begin with) and the first time with him I was cheating on my gf. The condom was being a nuisance, so I pulled it off😅 now im sure you guys can all guess.. I was hooked on raw fucking. I know it's bad to have dirty unprotected sex behind the gfs back.. but man it was so fucking hot I couldn't have cared less or ever did again. I'm now single anyway so no worries. I keep talking about going on prep but my excuse is I hardly ever bottom 🤷‍♂️ solid logic right? 😅😉 I love the dirty unknown I think. Every time he comes over I dump a load in him and send him on his way. Except tonight we had time to really enjoy each other. He had been gone on holidays in Mexico getting bred by every dick he could find. He had just arrived home lastnight so I kinda feel like I've been smashing my dick into a puddle of unknown Mexican seed all night 💦🤤🤤😋💦when he texted I happened to have just dropped a hit and a half of pretty good acid I bought on saltspring island last year, so by the time he got here I was fucked up and hard as a rock. He literally just left. And I'm wondering how long I can go before I need to push the envelope once again. Fuck I love this shit! And I love this site. Thank u to all you hot ass barebackers for your support 😜😈🍆💦

Wow! I love how Max fits right in! This chapter makes me very happy!

It's been many years since I moderated here on BZ and clearly the underpinning software has changed. But moderators, if it is possible to untangle the interesting but off topic political part of this thread to a different place I know I and others would appreciate it. Thanks BTW, I definitely appreciate your work here.

May I ask that we keep this thread focused on PrEP barriers, and start (and link out to) threads in other forums for more-than-incidental political discussion? I think political discussion is a great thing, but it risks drowning out what I hope will become a compendium of reasons why people stop PrEP. Ultimately, that could lead to specific improvements in the way we educate people about PrEP and support them in using it. Thank you for considering this request.

That's classy. When this happens to me, I feel great, and always send a nice message in response. When I compliment a guy, it sometimes prompts a bit of conversation and even if it doesn't, I do hope my message brightened his day.

Best use of a condom - lube carrier! 💦😈☣️

Not quite. There's one more to wrap things up

Carpaccio, steak tartare, Kitfo - I just realized one day that I liked my meat raw.

"Pigs Don't Stop" by Dark Alley Media was one of my first favourites. Von Fistenberg has an insane look, and the film is just hot all around.

My Dad and Mother divorced - she was very sexual expressive - a Italian , Big Breasts , Love to party , smoking and public showing off her breasts in clothes . Since my Dad is divorced of her - she and her girl friends hitting on bars - my mother favorite men were black men - drinking and bring them home to fucking sessions - I was still very young ! She came in the late night with a black male - saying Hi to me then to the bed room - hearing the door locked - and then I sneak out side peeking in her bed room window ! Damn , she was a animal - hungry - sounds - sucking and fucking - squirting cum loads . It was better than porno - fresh cum loads - Hot times ! Coming home from school , short cut through the woods , I saw 2 males ( 1 Black and Big and the other 1 was white / slender male with painted nails ) and the white 1 was sucking the big black cock ! They saw me staring - they waved me closer - went over - they were relaxing chatting with me - still staring at his huge black cock . We chatted and might have mentioned about my mother and black men but they suggested me to feel his big black cock - I was thinking of the times my mother doing it . While I was stroking black cock - chatting the fem boy - he was coaching me - lighting up a joint - sharing it - telling me to lick and suck it - I did so ! While listening to him - his hands were roaming around my body - crotch - pulling off my pants ! Then , he said ," Keep on stroking him harder - harder ! " Fem boy sticking a brown bottle under my nose - told me to breath it in - did so - thinking of the wild times my mother had - must be ok doing it ! Then his hands on my butt - sucking my dick and balls - telling me suck that black cock ! Fem boy got some cum juices , from a earlier session , on his small finger - rubbing my hole - rubbing - pressing in me - calling my hole my pussy - I was getting excited - loving it - thinking of my idol / mom ! This was the beginning becoming friends with them - gushing cum load - swallowing - been fingered - being a hole called pussy ! It was my First Black Cock sucking and a fem boy coach - I was in heaven - relaxing - smoking - sweezing a black cock - the fem boys lips were HOT - touching each other !

For my first years of being sexually active condoms seemed to be the right thing. As I got older i started reading more gay forums and enjoyed reading about bareback experiences. All of a sudden I was watching bareback gay porn more often. When I was having sex I was thinking more & more what it would be like & feel like. Eventually curiosity was my main conversion to bareback, it was like an itch I needed to scratch. I was finding words like raw & bareback turn me on more. I needed to know what it felt like. Never forget the day I built the courage up and tried it. I topped & bottomed and can honestly say it was the best sex I had ever had up to that point. I even dumped my load balls deep and had him dump his in me. Never forget the feeling!! From that day never used a rubber, if a rubber was insisted i didn't fuck. Convinced myself natural gay sex requires semen exchange and still do!

I used to be a condoms only guy and was being drilled by a regular fuckbud who preferred bare. Long story short, he persuaded me to try bb with him, I loved the feeling and the slickness when he shot his load into me. Safe to say, I have never looked back and not touched a condom since 😈😈

I'm sure that exists. But I'm not so sure "superiority rejecting men" is all that common a motivation. Rather, I suspect a lot of guys on there are looking for stimulation for their masturbatory fantasies and so have no intent to actually meet. I don't think most of those guys are sitting back feeling superior at all. I think they figure they're not likely to succeed in person, and so limiting interactions to the virtual world in turn limits the rejection.

For me, I think the thing that pushed me over the edge was self-esteem issues and it wasn't a single event that changed me. When I was younger, 18-19, as a slightly chubby, shorter, redheaded bottom guy, I didn't get a lot of interest from guys my age and it made me feel super ugly. In retrospect, it's probably because I simply didn't put myself out there, and there were fewer younger guys out at the time. Around 2008, prep wasn't a thing that was available and HIV was a real fear. I was prepared to be a safe bottom, carrying condoms and everything but I didn't have the confidence to say no if a guy wanted to fuck bareback and I lacked the confidence to say no to men I wasn't really attracted to. This resulted in me having a lot of drunk sex with middle aged men who wanted to fuck without condoms, which I wasn't comfortable with. I felt bad about it after each encounter, but in fact during sex, I encouraged them, because I knew they wanted to fuck raw and I knew it gave them the most pleasure. The thing that changed me is the lust of those men. I thought I was an unattractive guy, but these men were undisputedly into me, it's impossible not to think so when your getting fucked in doggy in position by a rock hard daddy, sucking off his friend waiting for a turn at your ass. They were willing to fuck me raw dispite the increased risk which made me feel hot, like I was worth the risk. The fact that a lot of the hookups came back for seconds to fuck their loads into me really helped me get over my self-esteem issues. I felt attractive and wanted. And It was great to be offering bareback at a time when a lot of bottoms were safe only, i think a lot of hotter guys, who wouldn't normally go for me, fucked me because I was so willing to go raw. After a handful of encounters, I started really enjoying being a bare slut and Cumdump and the negative feelings about my body petered out. I did stop having sex for a while for fear of STIs and HIV. But when I decided to go back to sex in 2018 ish, I got on prep, embraced my body, and really enjoy raw piggy sex. Since then, I think I've been fucked with a condom twice. I don't feel bad about myself any more, just happy to have the sex I want with men who want to have sex with me.

I was at my local gay nightclub when I spotted a group of lads – all dressed up. One caught my eye – he was wearing a superhero costume and unusually had the muscles to fill it out. We started dancing and became aware that through the tight lycra I could also see that he had the bulge to fill it. I said to him “looks like you really are a hero!”. He replied – “that’s not all lad – I’ve got a superpower too”. I asked him what it was and he said “I call my cock The Power because it gets guys pozzed first time”. I was taken aback and he laughed “shocked yeh?”. I nodded but kept dancing and he moved closer so we could grind together. He whispered in my ear “and tonight I’m pozzing you”. I said back “but I’ve never wanted pozzed before”. And the superhero said “when you meet The Power that changes and you know you need my poz cum in you – don’t worry it’s normal – want me to be YOUR hero?”. I hugged him tight and said “yes sir, I need a hero!”. We went back to his place and stripped off. When released from the superhero outfit The Power sprang out and was huge even soft. I whispered – “no wonder you call it The Power – it’s huge!” and he replied “and it don’t shoot blanks”. We made out for a bit and then he said “wanna suck”. I struggled to get such a monster in my mouth! But I managed and I sucked him and sucked him until I begged please I need The Power in me. He replied “need a hero?”. I told him I did and when he asked why I told him it was because I needed pozzed with his massive weapon. He growled “ready to feel The Power?”. Yes Sir! He pushed The Power deep into me and I moaned “wow you really are a hero”. He replied that he knew and started to plough my hole deep and I moaned in pleasure – “wow I know why you call that cock The Power”. He said “yeh, it barebacks all the twinks – beg me to use my superpower”. “Poz me with The Power - make me yours – be my hero”. He growled “here comes twink – the poz cum – making you a real man now”. I begged “give it to me, poz me with the Power”. He shot his load in me. We hugged for a bit with his meaty cock still inside me then I feel asleep in his muscular arms”.

6 loads…. The morning started 1st load with an FB BI white guy in his late 40’s 8” who last fucked me several months ago before but was taking it easy during our Omicron Surge. He had a 7 day load and just had to breed a hole. 2nd load was waiting in his car. Local Asian guy that never did the anon scene and wanted to try. Decent 6” late 30’s. Really was on a mission to breed my ass. Asked me after he came if I was clean…. I said yea. In my mind…”I’m not sure about the other guy…😝) 3rd load - My trusty BBC 9” always wants my hole used and wet. Went over to his place and he used his dick to pull my hole out. Said he felt the cum in my hole later as it was planted deep but later coated his dick. After three loads at its only 9am… I pray that I could get more since I seem to always get stuck with 3… 4th Load - Random guy in Waikiki, Polynesian mix guy. He planed my hole with his seed, late 30’s quick 10 minutes snd shot his load. He said he tucked me before. 5th load - FB - hot 30’s guy, BWC, solid like stone and slip in my hole without lube just using my throat goo. My hole was loose and he stretched it using the previous loads. 6th and final. Said he fuck me before a very long time ago. He ended up being the thickest guy. He used lube to fuck but by this time my hole was gapping open, dripping with 5 loads, his 8 inches had no resistance and slid in like butter. He had driven from the windward side of the island about 9 miles away for this so he made sure to take his time. He used his dick to dig the cum loads out of my hole, pulling my cunt lips out as I pushed my meaty pussy lips out to drag on his raw dick. My dick was squirting piss. He did long strokes until he unloaded in my gapping he. Washed up and then left, a huge dribble of cum and puddle on the edge of my bed. Decided to call it a night. Fasted all day keeping up with the hookups and had no energy to rinse out again.

----- Part 5 ----- "Three I know pretty well. Two of them love a quick blowjob before they finish their route. The other is a total bottom" I replied. We chatted a while longer before the buzzer announced the arrival of our dinner. Both of us were still naked and while I buzzed the guy up, Paul grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He was opening the door when I walked out of the bedroom, still naked. "Hi, Marco. Come on in" I called out from across the room. Marco looked at me and it took a few moments before he recognized me with the beard. He was used to guys in this neighborhood greeting him with little to no clothes on and this wasn't my first time doing it. I had recognized his voice when I answered the buzzer, so I knew he'd be cool with it. Marco was my favorite of the delivery guys. He was a tall, mixed guy that I frequently saw at my gym working out. He claimed to have a girlfriend but rarely turned down a chance at having a guy suck his large dick. I was one of the lucky few that I knew he had fucked. Out of the baggy pants and loose uniform tee, his legs were like tree trunks, his shoulders broad and his biceps huge. He had a surprisingly light touch when he fucked, though. He told me once "You fags are more fun to fuck. No bitchin' or whinin' that my dick's too big and only a few want me to wrap it up." Marco grinned and walked into my apartment, letting the door close behind him. His eyes were looking over Paul and then latched on to me. After he gave Paul the pizza, he set the bag down and I saw Paul lick his lips before setting the pizza box down on the table. "Marco, this is my ex, Paul. Paul, Marco is one of the studs that brings me snacks and pizzas" I said. Marco's grin got bigger. "It smells like someone's been havin fun" he said, the smell of cum apparently stronger than the pizza. His hand was rubbing over the growing bulge in his jeans and I know I was enjoying the sight of it and I think Paul was as well. I laughed and then said "Paul, don't be rude. Give the guy his tip." Paul looked back at me confused, wondering where he'd have money on him. I saw the towel he was holding on to was starting to tent. "Knees, Paul. On your knees. Show him how appreciative you are for him bringing us food" I said, winking at Marco. I was really starting to enjoy being the more dominant one over Paul. Paul let go of his towel and knelt down on it, reaching up and opening Marco's pants. Tugging the pants down below the muscular thighs, Paul next pulled the bikini briefs down, freeing the long, thick, uncut shaft from the straining fabric. "Fuck yeah" Paul said before diving in with his tongue. I was a little surprised, but figured that some of those daddies he'd been sucking had taught him well. I ducked back into the bedroom and came back with some cash for a real tip and the marker on the chance I could get Marco to fuck Paul. Marco had his hand behind Paul's head and was rocking his hips slowly while Paul bobbed on the shaft. Paul was struggling to take it much deeper, so I came up next to him and knelt down. My hand grasped his shoulder and I whispered "Breathe deep, relax and let it slide in." He tensed up and gagged so I whispered a long drawn out "Relax..." as my hand slipped down his back and I pushed a finger into his cum filled hole. It really turned me on to be teaching my ex how to suck dick better. I heard him inhale and push his face forward. His nose hit Marco's untrimmed pubes and stayed there a few seconds before pulling back and resuming his short bobs. A minute later, he tried again but this time Marco helped him get the last inch and a half into his throat. I watched, waiting for Paul to struggle to get free and hopefully not puke. He pulled off a several seconds longer than he'd stayed down before and gasped for air before looking up at Marco. "Fuck yeah! You fags are so good at that. If I did that to a bitch, she'd beat my ass n take my balls off" Marco said. Paul was back bouncing on his shaft, taking half of it into his mouth with no problem. My finger kept working Paul's ass, feeling all the cum that was still inside. I pulled it out and licked off the mixture, tasting my cum and the distinctive coppery flavor. "You should try his ass. It's all lubed and ready" I said with an evil grin. I heard Paul whimper as he kept sucking. "Yeah? Think he can take it?" Marco asked. "Dunno, but he does want his pussy wrecked" I replied. Marco laughed, saying "That I can do. Remember the first time I fucked you?" I heard another whine come from Paul as the first fuck I'd gotten from Marco flashed through my mind. "Yeah, it was a week before I could take another dick. But I keep coming back and now I can take it all" I said, tugging on Paul's arm. A few seconds later, Paul was leaning on the wall, his hands and legs spread. Marco shed his shoes, pants and briefs and moved behind him. "What's this?" Marco asked. "Just keeping track of the loads he took" I said. I could see Paul nervously panting, unsure if he could take the dick that had just stretched out his throat. "Poz? You?" Marco asked, his eyebrows raised and staring back at me. I sighed and looked down. "Yeah, just found out a week ago" I said somberly. "Fuck... Good to see it's not slowin ya down. Guess we're not usin' rubbers anymore" Marco said, grinning at me as he lined his cock up and pushed into Paul's swollen hole. The news didn't seem to deter Marco one bit. His eyes seemed to light up at the thought of fucking bare, which made me wonder where he'd put his mark after he bred Paul. Marco rocked his hips, working his shaft deeper into Paul's chute. The contented look on his face let me know Marco was enjoying it so far. On the other hand, the pain in Paul's groans told me that Marco was stretching him open more than I ever could. When Paul let out a howl, I knew Marco had bumped into the inner ring. It took me a couple fucks before I had been able to take all of the long shaft and wondered if Paul could. The howl subsided, replaced by grunts from the gentler nudges Marco's strokes were now giving him deep. "Damn, this is one sloppy pussy. All this yours?" Marco asked as he started to plow a little faster. "Mmmhmm" I replied, watching Paul spread his legs a little wider. Marco's hands grabbed Paul's shoulders and a few seconds later he thrust in hard. "FUCK!" Paul cried out as Marco moaned loudly, standing completely still. "Yeah... see? You can take all of it, just like your throat" Marco said softly. I watched him pull backward and then drive back in, Paul wordlessly crying out as the cock inside him poked deeper than any had ever before. Another pause and Marco began long strokes, his body slapping against Paul's ass occasionally. When his breathing started to get faster along with his thrusts, I knew Paul was about to get bred again. Grunts accompanied the last five or six strokes, followed by Marco wrapping his arm around Paul's neck and pulling him tight as his body convulsed. Paul shot four or five ropes of cum on to the wall before Marco pushed him back against it. The pair stood there, connected and gasping for air for a few moments until Marco backed away. This time it was me on my knees, licking the softening rod. Paul's hole was definitely trashed, but the cum taste put me into overdrive. With the last traces licked off, Marco bent over and grabbed his clothes, putting them back on. I stood up and handed him the marker. "Stay still, Paul" I said. Marco chuckled and moved back behind Paul and wrote "Neg", a line below it and his one hash mark on Paul's left shoulder. Marco looked at me and smiled. "On prep. My girlfriend doesn't mind me fuckin guys but she doesn't want me bringin anything home. Some of you guys are pigs... Already had gono twice this past year" he said. Marco picked up his empty pizza bag and headed to the door. I grabbed the tip and stuffed it into his pocket, giving a firm slap to his ass. He turned and said "Thanks" before whispering "Talk to Benny. He's lookin' for some hot loads. But once he's done, I want to feel your pussy without a fuckin condom" and walked out the door.

“Fuck me Daddy. Fist my cunt. Please, Daddy, I need it.” They all laughed, and called me names. “Lamont, strap him up.” “Mike, swab his arm. Get me a good vein.” I watched as Sir clipped the strap above my left upper arm and Master swabbed the inner elbow with an alcohol wipe. The fear came back and Daddy saw it in my eyes. He smiled, “You changing your mind boy? Don’t want me to slam you to stars and then fist your cunt?” I shook my head, “Please, I… I’m scared.” Daddy’s eyes became a pure evil as he laughed again. “That’s a right shame boy, but also very fucking hot. I love forcing faggots like you yo surrender and take my needle against their will. Beg me not to do it. Maybe I’ll let you go.” “Please don’t do it Daddy. I’m too scared. Please.” I felt tears sliding out of my eyes. I was in genuine terror. “Daddy has decided to give you what you want.” He dropped the needle, now full, on my stomach. I started to mutter thanks, when I saw something in the needle. It was not a clear liquid, like I’ve seen in videos. It was a dark red. I looked up, in even more fear, at Daddy. He saw the look in my eyes and solemnly nodded his head. “Remember what you said you wanted? That you wished we could have been the ones to poz you up?” I nodded my head, knowing I had said that. “I was going to give you that. WE were going to give you that. But now, you’ve rejected our gift to you.” I closed my eyes, battling with my self. My fear of the slam versus the desire to be pozzed by them. A hard smack to my balls brought my eyes open and Master told me never to close my eyes when they are talking to me. I apologized and turned back to Daddy, my eyes lingering on the needle again. “You disappointed me boy. I was offering you just what you asked for. You were going to be my poz son. My third poz son.” I looked at Sir and then Master, before back to Daddy. “Actually, you’d have been a son AND grandson, though I’m not to keen on that title yet. I see you think you figured something out?” I nodded my head. “Mike and Lamont are brothers. They are my sons. They both came to me, separately, wanting me to knock them up. Unlike you, a natural cum whore? They are tops but accepted the only way to take my gift, was to give up their asses.” Master and Sir confirmed it. “Neither of them enjoyed the fucking I gave them, ungrateful little shits.” He smiled when he said this. “Lamont?” Sir said, “Look at me, you felt my cock. I fucking hated being turned into a hole for Jake, but it was the only way. He made me his bitch, several times, telling me he was going to let all my homies know I was giving up my hole to him.” “What can I say, I’m a nasty son of a bitch.” “That you are, and I don’t regret it.” “I’m so sad that you’re rejecting our gift to you. You were going to be their first son.” I noticed a look come across Sir’s face when Daddy said this. I briefly closed my eyes, letting the need overcome the fear. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry, Master.” I looked to each as I said this. I turned my eyes back, tears increasing, to Daddy. “This is…” “I’m…” Before I could make another decision, I grabbed the syringe, held it up to see what was clearly the blood of these three men. I looked to each, finally at Daddy, and held the syringe. “Daddy, I still don’t want the slam.” “But I want you all to be my dads.” He took it from hand, smiling his evil grin. “Hold the faggot down. Beg me again, faggot, beg me not to slam you to faggot Heaven.” “Please, don’t do it. Don’t slam me. I don’t want it.” He slapped my balls and while I was groaning in pain, he quickly reached to my arm. I didn’t feel anything as he slid the needle into my arm. “Watch me, boy. Watch me destroy your innocence. Enjoy the rocket ride.” I turned my eyes to where he’d inserted the needle. I watched, still begging him to stop, as he pulled back the plunger and the liquid took on my blood. “Noooooo, please.” Sir unclipped the strap and took my wrist in his hand. I watched, in reducing fear and increasing… anticipation? I watched the plunger get pushed in and watched as the slam was administered into my arm. Sir lifted my arm up as soon as the needle was removed. I could only whimper, “Pl…” before it hit. I had read stories. I had watched videos. I never imagined I’d be that guy. That faggot taking a slam of meth. I couldn’t register any thoughts as I felt the slam hit me in the chest. My eyes flew open as my lungs lost all the air. I knew I was dying. Daddy’s voice entered my head, barely. “You’re fine faggot. Just go with it” As fast as the air left, it came rushing back in. I could not handle this invasion and began coughing, a cough harder than I’ve ever felt. When the coughing stopped, I thought that was it. Then it happened. The rush to my cunt. The need. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” “Yeah? Tell me. Beg me.” “Please, oh fucking fuck, take my ho… cunt. Fist it. Destroy it.” “Flip him over, facing the mirror.” I was flipped over to my hands and knees. “Lamont, give him something while I get ready.” My hips were grabbed and I was pulled back, my hole being raped open again by his fat cock. “Yes, please, harder, more.” He raped me hard for about a minute. “Out.” Sir yanked his cock out and I felt Daddy put his fingers and thumb, watching in the mirror, as they entered my cunt. “Please, Daddy, fist me. Give it to me.” He stood there, motionless. I continued to beg and pushing back. I knew what he was doing. Torturing my cunt, my brain, my whole being. I started pushing back on his lubed hand, feeling it stretch me open like I’d never been stretched before. I thought, “This isn’t bad. Fuck it feels so good. It’s not hurting.” Then I hit the spot. The widest part of his hand. There was no going further. “Oh god, I… please Daddy. I can’t.” “Faggot, you will.” With that, Sir and Master grabbed me by waist and shoulders and started pulling me backwards. There was more stretch. Then the breakthrough. My hole was not able to resist any longer. I felt the immense pain, screaming out loud, as my hole passed over that widest part, and my cunt was full of its first fist. Daddy’s fist. I continued to beg and plead, “Noooooo.” Daddy lifted my head, so that is looking into the mirror. I could see where his arm disappeared into my cunt. “Video.” Master grabbed my phone, moved to the side and began recording. Daddy began to move. Twisting and turning his hand, while pulling back and pushing forward. I continued the moaning, the pain of my hole stretching and my inner cunt being stretched. I felt Daddy pull to the widest part, stay motionless as he reached for lube and lubed his hand and my stretched out ring. He locked eyes with me and said, ”Tell me what you want. What you really want.” I stared and begged, “Please, I can’t take it. Pull out.” He shook his head, disappointment in his eyes. “Be careful what you ask for.” He slid back in a couple inches. Then, without warning, he pulled hard, not stopping despite the resistance of my cunt, and yanked his hand out in one painful motion. I screamed again, this pain much more intense then the entry. “Show him.” Master held my phone in front of me, making me watch the video of my cunt filled with Daddy’s hand. I clearly heard my begging and my screaming as my hole was ripped open by Daddy yanking his hand out. My cunt was wide open, the lips obscenely stretched. Something broke in me. The meth taking control of my brain. Turned so fucking on by the site of my cunt. “Mo… mo… more.” Daddy looked at me, “More? More what?” I was officially broken. Broken by the need for his fist in me. Broken by his making me beg for it. “Shard, Master?” “Daddy, shove a shard in me with your fist. Please, I need your fist back in me. More…” Sir reached over and grabbed Daddy’s baggie and pulled out a big one. Daddy held his hand up, making me watch him lube it up. I felt lube getting shoved into my cunt, my lips being lubed up. Sir handed Daddy the shard,slipping it between his fingers. Daddy smiled at me, “Good boy.” He placed his fingers in my hole, pushing them to the point of resistance. I felt the burn, as the T started to melt. “You want it boy? You want my hand back in you?” As the T hit, reenergizing what was already in me, I nodded my head and begged him. “Fist me Daddy, wreck my cunt.” Before he could move, I pushed back. I forced it and soon felt my cunt lips open around his hand and slide down his wrist. I immediately pulled back, sliding back over his hand and all the way off. “Thatta boy. Do what you need.” I slid back down, harder to break past the resistance. That was a mistake, or a blessing. As my lips, looser than I realized, did not meet as much resistance, I easily slid over the hand, around the wrist, and further down his arm then before. I felt several inches of his arm slide into me.

I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. Pozzed while Cruising 5 My new faceless and anonymous fucker easily slid his thick cock into my gaped hole. I thought for a quick moment where did he find all these thick dick friends. I knew I would be a regular in this apartment if they let me. He drilled his large cock back and forth in and out of me picking up his pace as he went along. Soon he was pulling nearly out of me and driving it full force back into me. I tried to slow him down, but he smacked my hand away. I am going to add my tainted load with the rest of them, you little slut. I was hard again at his verbal abuse. I slowly jerked my hard cock as he slammed away at me. I begged him to breed me. “Poz me…” I heard myself whimper. It was the first time I knowingly admitted that I wanted their tainted loads. I begged him to cum in me. I hear the door open and light from the hall streamed in. I could see 3 or 4 guys standing there. My original top told me to repeat myself, but louder. “Poz me” I said just above a whisper. “Louder!” he demanded. “Poz me!” I said with more authority. “Louder! Cum Slut or he’ll pull out and we’ll kick you out” he exclaimed. “POZ ME!!!” I said loud enough to be heard around the block. He flooded my torn up and now obvious pozzed cum filled ass. He collapsed on top of me. I felt his beard scratch my neck. HIs thick dick retreated from my cummy hole and I leaked from my gaping hole. He soon got up and tossed me the plug. I knew full well what to do with it. I dragged my worn and well-fucked body from the stranger’s bed, got dressed and followed some voices out into the living room. I must have been a site with my hair all over the place and my clothes all wrinkled, and they were all chatting like I was not even there. Jake, I assumed, was the guy that first fucked me in the bathroom and then brought me back to the apartment along with 3 other guys which two of them fucked me. I was pretty sure of one of them because he was the one with a beard. He was a black guy and fucking HOT. They finally took notice of me and Jake welcomed me to the club. I asked if they were really poz and did they just poz me. He assured me they were and that I was, but it was going to be OK, and that I would soon get all the cock I ever wanted. He asked if I wanted more. I shook my head yes. He then instructed me to strip and get in the middle of the room. I slowly stripped out my jeans and t-shit down to my boxer briefs and Jake motioned for those to go to. They watched a basketball game on TV while they were spread out on the couch and the recliner. I stood there naked while I slowly got hard again. That is when the guy next to Jake pulled out his cock and nodded for me to come over and suck him. I got down on my knees and swallowed his thick cock and by the taste of his meat. I could tell he had been in my ass or someone’s ass recently that just made me suck him even harder. That is when I felt a tug at my balls and Jake shifted on the couch and someone got behind me, pulled the plug from my abused hole and slid his cock back into me. Then Jake spoke up…”if you ever want this treatment ever again, if you want to be a part of this club, you must come by once a week and bring a new boy with you as often as you can to submit to our and your needs. In a couple of days or a bit more, you are going to get sick, come back here as soon as you can and let us know, but it is essential that you bring new meat with you.” He continued, “ you can find them like I did you in several restrooms on campus, those are the popular ones, but almost anyone is ideal ‘breeding’ ground’ for picking up and converting guys. Most just want to get sucked and this is where your thirst for cum will be helpful, but we need more guys like you to fuck and breed. Do you agree with that? Nod if you do? I mumbled with a fat cock in my mouth and nodded the best I could. He ordered everyone to hurry up and send me on my way because I had work to do. He wanted my first victim in two days. My mind buzzed on how and who I was going to ensnare in my trap and truly wondered what I got myself into. I worked myself and was fucked into another orgasm as my cock erupted shooting my load all over the carpet white the cock in my mouth shot volley after volley into my throat where I had not choice but to swallow it. I was soon rewarded with another ass full of cum. I walked home with a plug shoved deep in my cunt and every boy that I saw becoming a potential target for the “brotherhood”. I got hard…again Hope you guys like this one Love the hot chats and emails from some of you NWiJoey@gmail.com

Pozzed while Cruising 4 We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. In his apartment We walked across campus and all I could think was his tattoos of the biohazard and the scorpion which I thought were a tad aggressive for a college kid. A preppy college kid at that. He was over 6 foot tall, sandy blond hair, had a magnificent cock and was well-muscled. I noticed both girls and guys would check him out as we made our way through campus. His shared apartment was just a block off of campus near a pretty popular sports bar. He made the joke that it was too bad that I was underage to get in to drink, but he smiled. I know a guy that will get you in though if you want it bad enough. I will admit as we walked and talked, I was hard just listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to. He was charming and affable, but that all changed the moment we got inside his apartment. We were both a little sweaty as he led me into his apartment that he obviously shared with another guy. I dropped my bag just to the side of the door and he tossed his bag in front of the TV. He undid his shorts, pulled out his stiffening cock and grabbed me by shoulders pushing me to my knees so that I was eye level to his cock. He fed me his 8 inch hard cock and in one swift motion I had him deepthroated up with my nose in his bush to the point I could smell the other kid’s ass in his bush. He fucked my mouth for just a quick few minutes before he led me on my knees to his bedroom. We were naked before we got to his bed with our clothes scattered about his apartment. He put me on all fours on the edge of his bed. I could feel his fingers explore my used hole. He chuckled when he realized I had a load in me. He began to eat my ass. I only had one other guy do that to me and that was an older guy when I was in high school. I loved it and I begged for more. I heard the outer door open. I asked him to shut the door to his bedroom, but he just slipped his cock into my now well-fucked hole. He bottomed out in me as I heard, what I assume to be his roommate, at the door. “New convert?” I heard a voice say from the doorway. As I heard clothes being taken off. “Yeah, I fucked him just yesterday in the Union, and he came back for more today after getting a load or two earlier.” my barebacker said emphatically. “HOT!!! Mind if I get some too?” he asked from the doorway, already naked and not waiting for an answer. The only reply he got was the guy fucking me pulled out and gave him access to my bare ass. Neither one caring what my answer was going to be. I never even saw the face of my of my new fucker, btut I knew he had a cock just as bigh if not a bit bigger than the first guy. Which I still do not know his name, but I guess I knew him well enough to let him fuck me twice. They took turns fucking me for the next 30 minutes edging themselves inside my ass. When one got close to cumming he would give the other another turn in my well fucked boi pussy. Meanwhile they had fucked the cum out of me once and I was hard again. They would spit on their cocks when I needed some lube, never once letting me off of my knees. They kept dropping hints like this one will be a good convert. The other’s will like him a lot, he will turn so many guys and convert them too. I was puzzled as to what they were referring to. They chatted as if I was not even in the room let alone fucking me. “I bred another freshman today”, the first fucker said, “right before I brought this slut home.” I heard them high-five each other as the other admitted to breeding someone in yet another bathroom in yet another building I did not know about. That is when the roommate grabbed my hips, plunged his cock deep in my used hole and flooded me with what I now knew to be his tainted seed. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my ass as he unload torrent of poz seed in my soon-to-be-if-not-already poz hole. Once he was done, the first guy took back over using his roommates cum for lube pounded my hole. I collapsed on the bed with his cock still buried deep in me as jackhammered away at me. I came again, getting off on being used like a common slut, the thought of being pozzed and being passed around to some other guys. I begged for his poz load for him to breed me and turn me out. He held his cock deep in me as he came letting his cum mix with his roommates. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell asleep while my ass just began to leak their cum. One of them slid a butt plug into my ass to keep me from leaking. I dozed off while they went off and did whatever. I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. More to Cum Love the Feedback Always open to chat and/or phone Joey

Thanks, @JimInWisc! To everyone: It's easy to self-moderate. If you want to talk politics (or branch off into some other related but separate topic) you can create a thread in another forum and post a link here. Simply copying the URL of the new thread and pasting it into a message here will generate a neat call-out. That was how I created this thread, in fact. The conversation about barriers to PrEP started in a thread about whether someone should get an HIV test or experience the thrill of not knowing. As much as I wanted to continue the tangent about PrEP, I wanted to respect the prior participants and leave space for their conversation to continue.

Grew up in the 90s with messages of safe sex with condoms, so anything without condoms naturally felt “unnatural”. But I hated condoms the hell out of it, putting them on was painful, killing the mood and horniness entirely. And while fucking I didn’t feel anything, I couldn’t tell the difference down there if I’m fucking a man or a wall … but since the fear of diseases remained, it became that much senseless, that I ended up hardly fucking anyone anymore, but only once in a blue moon. Then there was porn, I was thirsting for and painfully longing to be one of those men breeding inside of each other or tasting and swallowing the juices, especially since I loved tasting my own and hardly dared think of how someone else’s would taste. Then there was my first time bareback was with my Ex, in my last monogamous relationship where I felt safe. It was relieving to fuck without the stress of handling condoms. And I didn’t count on how it surprised me, how proud it would make me to know, someone else is carrying my seed. I learned to love to breed - and realized, I was in a monogamous relationship, where the sex was dying out. At this point I realized, my life was actually fucking me without condoms… Then came prep - my sincere and heartfelt thanks to all the scientists who made prep possible, and shout-outs to all the bottoms, who moaned their support and appreciation into my ears when I bred them, as well as to all those passionate shooters, whose juices I was honored to suck out and swallow and made me feel as if I was drinking from the holy grail. Still Can’t believe I never saw this awakening and addictive side of sex before. I’ve been sexually active for 20 years, but only since my late 30s, I was actually starting to experience “real” and natural sex, simply because it was bare. PreP became available here in Germany since September 2019, and I’m sure I had more sex throughout the following six months (until the pandemic started) than for the last 20 years altogether…

as a top, it depends on the mood and the situation, and the fellow mating partner / the bottom… it’s kind of different according to the shape of encounter itself. Sometimes, if I’m hot and horny for someone in particular, I love to fuck and enjoy being inside of him as long as possible, to fuck him every way possible, and I love my body to be a part of him through intercourse. Unloading into him is just the natural outcome and a must. It’s about being close with him, marking him and having him carry my seed which would make me proud eventually. Sometimes I love to fuck from one man to the next, e.g. while group banging. Then I’m more for quantity than quality, sex becomes a fulfillment when sharing it with as many as possible, then it’s about fucking in the first place. I’d let my dick go free and decide on its own, when to unload, no matter in whom. I cherish the memories of group sex, when I fucked almost everyone in the room but was so dizzy that I don’t recall, who finally got my load - and it doesn’t even matter. As memories can be tricky, it still can appear as if I have cum with everyone, which feels incredibly fulfilling. Having shared a load with one of the group thus feels like having shared it with everyone there, as long as I’ve made sure that I have fucked with whoever possible. And sometimes there are times, when I’m not horny, not in the mood and hardly think of sex (yes, happens, too, at times 😁), and there’d still be a bottom reaching out just to have his hole bred. I don’t mind if I happen to be the next available and handy servicing breeder, just to drop pants, deposit my load in him, get my pants again and go home. Sometimes, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do 💦

By getting an education. "don't want to get sick" is a vague, nebulous, impossible standard to meet. You have to decide what, if any, level of risk you're willing to take. The only completely safe sex is to masturbate and/or use sex toys that you do not share with anyone. Beyond that: Condomless sex presents multiple risks, some of which can be ameliorated, some of which cannot. If you are on PrEP - and following the instructions carefully, you are highly unlikely to contract HIV. If your partner is HIV-negative, or has HIV but is undetectable, you are also highly unlikely to contract HIV. Even if he has HIV and is detectable, there's no guarantee you will be infected with any one particular sex act - but the odds are notably higher. Even beyond HIV, however, condomless sex presents the possibility of many other STI's that can make you "get sick". Those include syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, HPV, crabs, and more. Some of these have vaccines which can prevent their transmission to you; others simply are a potential risk if you have condomless (bareback) sex. Even if you do have sex with a condom, that's not protection against all STI's, even when used correctly.

** So one event in the following chapter actually happened. The part about the soldier who got booted. That was what happened to my now husband, and it affected him for 20 years until he reconnected with the guys from his unit on Facebook. All that time he was ashamed, and thought all his brothers thought of him as a dirty faggot that didn’t belong with them, only to find out they all loved him and never stopped thinking of him as a brother. They told him that when they found out what the asshole had done to him, they made his life a living hell until command had no choice but to PCS him elsewhere. Many of them had been on the receiving end of my husband’s back rubs, and they weren’t bothered in the least by the news he was gay. My husband’s confidence soared, and it changed him. That’s the power of brotherhood. At the post cafeteria Sleeper, Zeus and I grabbed some food. Zeus of course getting a few stares, from women and men. He was oblivious. Sleeper got a couple. Me, nothing. Not next to those two. I was lucky if they even recognized there was another soldier with them. We sat down at a table away from anyone else. I just came out and asked, keeping my voice low. “Zeus, are you gay?” The big beast looked at me, his stony face unreadable. Then he looked at Sleeper. Still nothing. “Bro, we don’t care if you are.” Sleeper told him. “You’re cool with us. We just need to know, to protect you.” Zeus looked around, gauging who might be nearby. “Yes. I just think about guys, all the time. I can’t stop. ” He said in that deep voice. “And Sleeper. I think about Sleeper a lot. You guys don’t hate me, do you?” It was funny the way he said it, you couldn’t tell if he was worried, or afraid, or doing his laundry. It sounded like he was describing how he made his bed in the morning. Casual tone, inflection. I knew from my time with Kevin that gay dudes could be masculine, real men rather than effeminate sissies like most people thought. And you could count on Zeus to put it bluntly. Zeus didn’t equivocate. He came right out and spoke his mind. I let Sleeper go first. Knowing Zeus was crushing on him meant Sleeper’s response was way more important to Zeus than mine would be. Besides, I’d already kinda told him I didn’t care last week when we had our first talk. “Bro, it’s cool.” Sleeper began. “We love you.” Zeus’ facade crumbled just a touch. “You gotta keep it cool though. No doing what you did today in my bunk. You know they’ll boot you if it gets around.” I was glad that even without talking about it, Sleeper and I were on the same page. Man, I loved my dude. “And if you do want to touch my ass, or anyone else’s, it’s gotta be a game, like what Troll did. But stay away from Puta. Don’t know how he’d take it.” I continued, “And we have to keep the Bravo Brotherhood out of trouble. El Tee doesn’t want any more bad behavior out of us. Zero. We’ve fucked up too many times.” I explained. “No one should know about this, about you. So don’t go around grabbing the guys. Probably best you don’t do any of that. If someone takes offense, it’ll get bad. I heard about a guy on base who gave out too many back rubs. One of the guys he massaged claimed sexual assault. The guy was gone the same day. His unit came back from class and he was cleared out. When they found out what happened they gave the accuser hell until he was transferred out. It didn’t matter they all liked the guy who’d been booted, or whether it was true. They never even got the chance to stick up for him, he was just gone from a single accusation. We don’t want to lose you like that, buddy.” Zeus gave me a look. “What about Wanker?” “Nah, Wanker has bigger problems, trust me. I can’t betray his confidence, but I’ll tell you as far as he’s concerned you were doing HIM a favor.” I answered. “Wanker doesn’t know or think you’re gay. I didn’t tell him anything.” “Wait, what?” My pale muscle buddy cried out, around a mouthful of hamburger. “What about Wanker?” I looked at Zeus, shrugged. “It’s up to you. But I’d tell him. You can trust Sleeper.” Sleeper looked from Zeus, to me, then back to Zeus. “I had sex with Wanker last Saturday.” Zeus said. Again, just picking up the mail. Starting a car. Brushing his teeth. Same tone of voice. I had to learn that skill. You can’t read someone that spoke like that. Plus, it really throws people off to just blurt things out. Sleeper choked a little on his most recent bite. “Excuse me? I think I need a little more info than that, bro.” I liked that he was calling Zeus his bro, now. “Assmunch told me Wanker had a problem, asked me to get him sorted.” Sleeper explained. Sleeper looked at me. “That was your ‘project’ last Saturday before we -“ he caught himself just in time. “Did you fuck Wanker too? Is that why Zeus was guarding the hallway?” he spat out. “ I can tell if you lie to me. You better not lie to me, asshole.” Sleeper looked angry. Shit, this was getting out of my control. I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling and gather my thoughts. “No, buddy, that’s why I sent Zeus in, I wasn’t gonna do it. Didn’t want to do it. And I kinda figured out Zeus needed a little something himself. I was trying to solve everyone’s problems.” I sighed. “You’re fucking DAMN lucky you didn’t, dude. I’ll beat your ass.” Sleeper growled. The threat was real. I saw it in his eyes. Oh. Fuck me. What was that about? “Before you and Assmunch what, Sleeper?” Zeus asked. I cringed. Zeus just throwing shit out there like people casually talked about butt fucking and ass sucking while eating in a cafeteria. In an Army cafeteria. “Huh? Nothing Zeus.” Sleeper dodged, taking his last bite of his second hamburger. “Sounds like—-“ fuck, don’t say it Zeus, leave it. “Like you and Andrew had sex too.” He finished. Zeus already knew about how I tongue polished Sleeper’s crack, and the handjob I got in return. But this question implied he figured out more had gone down last week. He said it out loud. I loved Zeus, but wished for the days he barely spoke. Right out there. ‘I’m going to brush my teeth’ ‘we need resupply.’ ‘You’re fucking your best friend’. I wanted to die. Why was this my life? Fucking bloody rotten hell. I put my head in my hands, waiting for Sleeper to explode. And nothing. Everything became eerily still. No movement, no words. That couldn’t be good. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the worst. I looked up. Sleeper was just staring at Zeus. Zeus was staring back like he hadn’t said anything wrong. A long, uncomfortable staring. While I willed myself to die. Dying a coward seemed just perfect right about now. I could be buried and on my way to Hell without dealing with this shit show. A full minute passed. Could I make it to Hell in a minute or less? I so wanted to try. Sleeper looked at me. I know I was all shades of red. Then back at Zeus. This could only go one way, and Sleeper was already pissed off about Operation Rebuild Wanker’s Ruined Dirty Donut. Sleeper’s face was blank, unreadable. He was barely breathing. Then my best friend seemed to reach a decision, he finally blinked, picking up a couple French fries from his plate. “Yep”. Was all he said, dipping his fries in ketchup before shoving them in his mouth. “Fuck, Sleeper! Dude!!” I said. “What? It’s Zeus. He’s gay, he gets it. Right bro?” Sleeper shrugged at Zeus, who was grinning. I guess he had a point. And then fuckin’ puppy dog pajamas Zeus appeared. “Are you guys gay too? Did you ask me if I was gay because you want to have sex? I want to have sex with you, especially Sleeper. Putting it in Wanker was okay, but I really like you guys. It would be more fun with you. I like sex now. I never had sex before I put my penis in Wanker, but it was really fun, just like you said, Assmunch. I want to put my penis in you and Sleeper. Can I?” Goddamn. Goddammit ALL to hell. I’m not sure how much more of this blunt open Zeus I could take. I mean, I was happy he was out of his shell with us, but I wondered if the Zeus we all knew was simply the persona he hid behind to cover up being gay, not letting any emotion out, not hanging out for long periods of time, keeping to himself. I felt a little sad that Zeus couldn’t be himself. Fuck this stupid military policy against gays. If guys like Zeus couldn’t serve without crushing their souls, it was fucking bullshit. None of us knew that it would only be a year before Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell became the rule. It still meant keeping quiet about it, but the military wasn’t going to hunt you down like it was now. But I knew one thing: puppy dog pajamas Zeus was one happy puppy, and he had to keep that cute puppy locked up all the time, deep inside. That’s some fucking sad pathetic shit, right there. Sleeper and I looked at each other. I didn’t know what to say. “Let me and Assmunch talk about it, okay Zeus? We’re not gay. We just like doing some stuff to get off. Is that cool?” Sleeper asked. WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING?? “REALLY, Sleeper?” I asked incredulously, taken by complete surprise, and not necessarily pleasantly either. He was okay with this? Sleeper gave me the exact same look as before. “What? It’s ZEUS.” He said again, this time stressing Zeus’ name. Sleeper’s handsome face said ‘who wouldn’t?’ “Yeah, yeah. I get it.“ I said, throwing my head back in my hands. He wasn’t wrong. But this was going to complicate everything. I guess Sleeper was far more sexually fluid than I thought. It shouldn’t surprise me though, one lick of his asshole and he was suddenly all about fucking around and getting off. I wondered if my best friend was holding back on me. I always assumed he was straight. Maybe I was wrong about that. I felt better about stuffing him full of my dick and shooting my load up his ass last week. Maybe I WOULD fuck him again. Just to see if he’d love it as much as getting his fudge dispenser scrubbed out by my tongue. Sleeper was just full of surprises. And my dick attack up his newly christened virgin fuck chute last week didn’t really qualify as a fucking. Nowhere near a Kevin style plundering of every tender rectal tissue I owned, bruised, stretched and slathered with multiple loads of dicksoup, until I literally couldn’t speak. Yeah, I was definitely going to auger out his pretty little dickwarmer until he drooled in senseless ecstasy. “Okay.” Zeus said. “I really do want to have sex with you guys.” Big beautiful handsome dangerous smile. Sigh. So blunt. “Let’s finish eating and get back. I need to talk to the Bravo Brotherhood . And what do you think about asking some of the Charlies to come to our party tonight?” ************************* I gathered the Brothers and let them know Sarge and the Lt were on the warpath after our training excursion and we needed to keep the party low key. We even invited Lamont and a couple of his buddies from the Charlies to party with us, and they fit in well. The highlight of the evening was making Troll ass-chug a beer. Getting the tube inserted into his hairy shitter was half the battle because he wouldn’t relax. We were all laughing so hard at how he squirmed and fought, as if it was the worst thing in the world, whining like a little bitch. I let the fight go on until it seemed everyone had a turn manhandling Troll’s ass before I stepped in, massaged his little tender spot between his tailbone and asshole and the tube slipped right in. One of the tricks in the asshole whisperer trade. Shhhhhh. Keep it to yourself. By that point everyone had lubed his entire crease with enough spit to drown a whore. I was sure they all got a kick out of spitting on the poor guy. Getting him to suck the beer down his hole turned out to be the other half of the battle. A couple of the guys who’d done it before were trying to give him pointers while he knelt on knees and elbows, his shorts bunched up just below his cheeks so no one had to look at his nuts. ‘Just relax, man.’ And ‘suck your stomach in.’ Even the unhelpful but amusing ‘spread your legs more, you uptight cunt.’ He finally finished his beer (took 20 minutes, chug fail) and we all congratulated him on a job well done. We wound things up around 23:30. We could have kept going, but I reminded everyone that we had to be good. Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of grumbling, everyone was worn out having not gotten a lot of sleep the night before. Sleeper and I did cleanup, releasing Troll from bitch duty. I knew that beer had to be sloshing around in his hole still. The alcohol might get absorbed, but the liquid wouldn’t go anywhere until he shit it out. He had to go get friendly with the toilet and shower. Everyone else crashed out. Sleeper and I wanted everyone in deep slumber so we could do our thing. Zeus helped, and Sleeper and I kept exchanging questioning looks during it all. We knew why Zeus was hanging around. “Zeus, why don’t you get the garbage to the dumpsters.” I requested. The giant muscle bound brute gazed at us refusing to move. “Don’t worry, bro. We’ll be here when you get back.” Sleeper soothed him. When Zeus was gone, I turned to Sleeper. “Well? I know you’re thinking about it. Are you sure about this? You know what he wants.” Sleeper pursed his lips, and put his hands on his muscled hips. Every piece of him had muscles. Rotten handsome prick. At some point during the party he’d stripped down to just bikini briefs which didn’t do a whole bunch to cover his big meaty white butt or his burgeoned junk mound. His crack was well exposed at the top, and a good portion of each globe was bared below. It reminded me of the Australian lifeguards with their tiny swimsuits and the back pulled up inside their crack so they wouldn’t chafe their cheeks. It was a good thing Sleeper shaved his bush, because the tiny briefs rode down low from the weight of his cock and balls, causing the thick root of his cock to just peek out. Sleeper loved being naked, and if he couldn’t be naked he wanted to be almost naked. And he never cared who saw. Those underwear were intended to leave as little to the imagination as he could get away with, the fabric so worn and thin I suspected he’d owned them for years. They weren’t tight like a new pair, he’d stretched the elastic so much with his size that it finally just gave up trying to hold back all that hot meat. The spot where his cockhead rested had a fingertip sized hole, the pouch almost transparent. Yeah, those things were on their last leg and Sleeper would probably wear em right up until they collapsed off him, giving out like a tortured prisoner on a medieval rack. Like I said before, he was a confident, arrogant prick. Those underwear dared the guys to make fun of him, were designed to draw attention, barely hold or cover his pussy juicer and boulder sized dumper, encourage sexual thoughts and just generally be a tease. It would have been less sexual and erotic if he were completely naked. Every time he walked risked them slipping off, and far too often one side or the other would sag down his hip where he’d let it remain until a casual tug set it back in place, half an ass cheek smiling out at everyone. That cloth defied physics. And the asshole knew I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the struggle. Which I was caught up in for the hundredth time tonight as my eyes refused to glance away from his strained pouch. “I’m up for it. It should be fun. Are you going to get jealous?” He replied. It was nice of him to think of me, but this was all for him. “You mean like you were when you thought I’d fucked Wanker? Bro, I’m not the jealous type. If you’re having fun, I’m having fun. That’s how this works for me. If you don’t like it, I’m not into it.” I explained. That threw him a little. “I don’t know what that was, bro. I just got angry when I thought you’d fucked him. I guess I didn’t like that what we do might not be special to you. This is all new to me.” Gone was the arrogance, and in its place was a sweet vulnerability. Deep down, Sleeper had the same doubts and uncertainty I had. “It’s new to me too, buddy. And you make it special.” I assured him. I’d never been the top. I’d never eaten a guy’s ass. Kevin fucked the living shit out of me, almost every day. We started just including Carol all the time because he rammed me so brutally, so many times, I’d be too worn out to perform for Carol unless she and I had sex first. And we learned that watching Carol and I play our games first really got Kevin torqued up. I would invariably end up eating my load out of Carol’s asshole or devouring her pussy while Kevin did his best to ruin and wreck my hole with his doorknob thick jizz missile. He’d often milk my nut out of the condom I fucked her pussy with, pouring it over her tits so he could lick it up and eat it while plowing me. It got to the point there was no boyfriend/girlfriend/boyfriend distinction. Anything was fair game. Carol ate Kevin’s ass, sucked and licked his dick clean after he got done with me. We’d all kiss sensually whenever, wherever it grabbed us. We double fucked Carol, which drove her so insane I felt like a fucking King, and I finally realized how filthy and slutty I looked and sounded when Kevin ripped me apart. The only thing that never happened was me having anything to do with Kevin’s ass. And somehow the forbidden nature of leaving the gay dude’s ass untouched while the straight one got violated unforgivably heightened the pleasure of it all. I’ve come to hate labels and putting relationships in neat little boxes, but in that situation, at that time, the labels made it all so exciting, like we were breaking all the rules. And it wasn’t always like that. Frequently it was slow, passionate, full of love where I disappeared, lost in the tenderness of Kevin’s soul. I would come back to myself locked in his sleeping arms feeling more alive than the time before. Every moment with him was better than the one before. In spite of all that, I didn’t feel like I was gay. This wasn’t about gay or straight. It was about souls and hearts connecting. And God bless Carol for understanding that. Kevin using my hole was no different in my head than him borrowing a shirt to wear to school. I’d told Sleeper about Carol, of course. And a few things about Kevin. Up until now, it felt disrespectful to my memory of him to say anything more, and I truly didn’t want to relive it all. Besides, Kevin belonged to Tom. And Tom was sealed behind a brick wall in my head. But it seemed like Sleeper and I might reach a point where I could tell him about it, but only if my heart let me. Man, I was really fucked up about Kevin. And fucked up about how I had to kill a huge part of myself so I could go live my life. I guess both Zeus and I had the same sad, pathetic shit going on, burying the happy part of us just to get through accepting we were men who had to do whatever it took to move along. Zeus returned, glad to see us still waiting for him. His cock tented the front of his Army sweats. “Someone’s excited.” Sleeper chuckled. Zeus’s massive frame walked right up to Sleeper and grabbed him by the head, then laid a tongue lashing on his mouth. Zeus looked like he was trying to swallow Sleeper whole. Sleeper gripped Zeus’s arms, then put his hands on the giant’s bulging pecs. Sleeper managed to pull away a bit, Zeus was breathing heavy and hungrily staring at my buddy. “I don’t know about kissing, bro…” Sleeper got out, just barely before Zeus’s mouth crashed back down onto his. He crushed himself onto Sleeper’s body, snaking his arm over Sleeper’s shoulder to grab his back, his other hand thrusting down to cover Sleepers ass, molesting that beautiful globe of scantily clad muscle. He broke off Sleeper’s mouth, and tongued his way down his chin to his neck, licking, biting, sucking every inch of flesh he could find. The man was hungry. “Oh fuck….” Sleeper moaned. “Wait…Zeus, wait. We gotta stop. Not here.” Zeus pulled away, grabbed Sleeper by the hips and just threw him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. Sleeper had no time to fight back. Zeus took him to the hall towards the storage room. Sleeper looked at me from his upside down position, throwing his hands up in a ‘what am I gonna do?’ gesture. His poor tortured briefs had slipped down to expose his ass, which had Zeus’s big paws grasping both cheeks, his fingers digging into Sleeper’s crack as he carried my buddy like a war trophy. I gave Sleeper a look that said ‘see what you’ve done?’ And followed. Once behind the closed storage room door, Zeus set Sleeper down on the same crates where I’d finger-blasted Wanker the week before. Before he could attack Sleeper again, I stopped him. “Okay, bro, let’s slow down here. Neither one of us has been with many dudes, and I’m guessing you haven’t either, right?” I asked him. “Just Wanker, Assmunch. Last week like you told me.” He answered. I put my hands on my hips. “Okay, let’s start slow then. We don’t know a lot about the gay thing, but we’ll try to walk you through how sex usually goes. What do you like about Sleeper?” Zeus smiled. This time it wasn’t a puppy smile, he looked like the impressive alpha dog that he was. “He’s almost as tall as me, big muscles like me. I like how he gets a five o’clock shadow that’s dark, like a man. I love his dark eyes, and his really white skin. I love the way his veins show on top of his muscles. He has a beautiful behind. I like how he’s nice to everyone even though he could be mean if he wanted, and some guys deserve it. Sleeper is good. I like him with hair better though.” “Amen, brother.” Sleeper mumbled. “So you think Sleeper is your type? You like other guys that look like him?” Zeus shrugged. “Not always. There was a guy in my school that was small and no muscles, but he was really smart and was always nice to me and every one else even though he got picked on a lot. He was good too.” “Did you ever tell him you liked him?” I asked, just to satisfy my own curiosity. Zeus shook his head. “I was scared he wouldn’t like me if he knew.” I took a moment to think. They both waited, knowing I was figuring things out and trusted me to know the right way through this. Carol and Kevin had both told me I had a way of bringing out in them who they truly were, made them feel seen, safe, and perfect just the way they wanted to be. Carol called it my gift. I knew I had to somehow do that for Zeus. Trouble was, I didn’t know if he was truly Alpha Dog Zeus, the God we worshipped, puppy dog pajamas Zeus who was exuberant and innocent, some mix of the two, or something even greater. I suspected it was the latter, something greater. That’s what my intuition told me. Zeus had greatness written all over him. Maybe his innocence was just a leftover from his obvious protected childhood, the dude didn’t even cuss. Zeus had spent his life growing up fearing who he was, hiding it behind a tough, capable exterior of effortless peak masculinity. But that meant locking away a vital part of who he was. He wasn’t whole. “Zeus, you know just because you’re gay it doesn’t mean you aren’t a good person, right?” The giant didn’t respond. His eyes had left Sleeper’s body, and now looked down at his feet. “You can be gay and good, brother. Who you want to love, or have sex with doesn’t have anything to do with what kind of guy you are.” “I’m not supposed to be gay.” His voice was so small, so pitiful, it didn’t even sound like him. Sleeper ducked his head to look under at Zeus’s face. He hopped off the crates and pulled Zeus into a deep hug. “Bro, you don’t have to cry. It’s okay, man. Being gay is cool, lots of people are gay. It’s just like everybody else, some are good, some are bad. But being gay has nothing to do with it. They’re just people.” Sleeper was a deeply good guy, and while I already had the most incredible respect for him, his treatment and acceptance of Zeus in this vulnerable moment showed me another beautiful piece of him I hadn’t seen before. He could have maintained his usual tough guy, in control, men don’t get emotional behavior, but letting that go to give comfort to a brother in need was no effort at all for him either. He was just as comfortable showing tenderness and emotion when necessary. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by that, because he never showed that part of himself to me. Maybe because he figured I didn’t need him to. Or because I never let him. “And fuck that ‘not supposed to be gay’ bullshit. You’re amazing, we all think so, and I think you being gay is a big part of why you’re so amazing.” I threw in. Zeus was resting his cheek on Sleepers head while he held him. “You really think so?” “Yep, my best friend in high school was gay. He was the best person I’ve ever met. He might have been even more awesome than you. You’d like him. He’s a good person too, just like you.” I said. I didn’t know that was going to come out of my mouth. “Did you have sex with him like you do Sleeper?” Fuck Zeus! There’s that no filter mouth again. God, I have never felt like I needed to just die as much as when Zeus opened his mouth. I saw Sleeper lift an eyebrow and smirk. Just like Kevin. And that’s probably why I did what I’d told myself wasn’t ever going to do. I decided to lay it out there, fully honest. Sleeper deserved to know, and Zeus needed to hear it. “Yeah, we had lots of sex. LOTS of sex, which was awesome and beautiful, and more than I ever expected or knew could be possible. We were already really close, it just made it better. I didn’t intend to have sex with Kevin, but once it happened I knew it was right.” Zeus raised his head up. “But you had a girlfriend. I heard you tell Sleeper.” “So that’s why you eat my ass like it’s going through a fucking car wash.” Sleeper said. “Yeah, my girlfriend joined in, which made it even more fun. And for your information, buddy, it was Carol eating MY ass that taught me everything I know.” “Wow!” Zeus said, wide eyed. “Do you think I’m a good person Zeus?” I asked. He reached out with his huge arm and pulled me into a hug with the two of them. “You are a REALLY good guy, Andrew.” I hugged back. I was by no means a small guy, but smashed into these two slabs of all American beef, I felt wimpy and scrawny. And both of them put out the heat of a bonfire. “And I’ve had lots of gay sex. And a lot of straight sex with Carol and Kevin. A lot of sex, period. And I liked it. Who you love isn’t always up to you Zeus, and it certainly isn’t up to anyone else. Neither is who you’re attracted to. Your heart always tells you what you need. Be gay. Love who you are. The good people will always want you to be who you need to be. You should let yourself be who you need to be, too. Don’t wait for people to be good to you, buddy. You need to be good to yourself, first.” “I love you guys. Thank you.” Zeus said. “I love you brother.” Sleeper said. “I love you, my brothers.” I followed. I felt a weight leave me then. Helping Zeus freed me somehow. Maybe not all the way, but enough to tell me that maybe shoving Tom and Kevin in a buried box wasn’t the right way to get through my pain and hurt. “I think we should have sex now.” Zeus’s deep voice caused my body to vibrate, pressed up against him in that hug. And there was enough command tone in his rumbling words that my dick immediately plumped up like a grilled sausage, complete with leaking juices. Fuck. I was in serious trouble if Zeus brought Tom out to play. ‘Man, Zeus.’ I thought to myself. ‘We have to get you a filter!’ But then I told myself to fuck off with that bullshit. That was Zeus. He spoke his mind. I decided to take a page out of Carol’s book. “Sleeper, drop that rag you call underwear, and hop back up. We need to take this beautiful man to school and show him how to please a real man.” I instructed. Sleeper frowned, but like he’d practiced the move a thousand times, he wiggled his hips and dropped his panties like a good slut, not even using his hands. “Hey, they’re my favorite pair, they fit just right.” As I suspected, they collapsed off of his perfect anatomy with little more than a wish. Sleeper got into position and leaned back on his hands, just pleased as punch he was going to get worked over by two guys. His meaty thick legs were spread and hung relaxed, flaring out even more by being pressed against the crate. “Now, pleasing a man, or a woman for that matter, is all about showing how much you appreciate their body. Sleeper here loves attention, but he’s not any different than anyone else. Go ahead and feel those muscles you love on him.” I directed Zeus. “And don’t rush it. Taking your time and enjoying your favorite parts purely because you love the feel of him is a turn on.” The gentle gorilla slowly ran his hands up Sleeper’s pale thighs, kneading and rubbing the defined hunks of muscle. The high school wrestling champ flexed and hardened his quads with every firm massage of Zeus’s oversized paws. He watched Zeus’s mesmerized face with a grin. I saw Sleeper’s cock begin inflation, his hanging nuts rolling around in his loose shaved sack like reptile eggs about to spit out baby sea turtles. “Don’t touch his dick. Leave it for later. That’s what a man wants the most, for you to take care of his dick. Some guys don’t care about their dicks at all, they want you to get in their ass. Either way, the longer you can hold off touching his cock or his asshole, the better it will feel for him when you finally do. Making him wait until you’ve had your fun everywhere else will drive him crazy. Figure out what it is he wants from you, then tease him with taking your time getting around to it.” I lectured. Zeus ran his mitts up to Sleeper’s tight waist, over his solid abdomen. Sleeper had his head thrown back, enjoying the erotic massage. His toes were curled, I noticed, then spread out straight, then curled again, like he was trying to make a fist with his foot. “Rub the pubic area right above his dick. Curl your hand around his crotch without grabbing the shaft. See how his body is telling you how much he’s loving this?” Zeus breathed out. “He’s so warm.” I watched as Sleeper’s legs spread even more as our battle buddy dug into his groin. My dude was almost fully hard at this point, his engorged baby maker thicker at the base, and curved slightly towards the left. I moved to stand next to Zeus. I took his other hand, and guided it up Sleeper’s hard torso, stopping briefly to let him grope those heavy pecs. Then I moved his hand to Addison’s armpit, and he pulled his arm up to his head, flexing unconsciously. “There’s no hair.” Zeus said in wonder. “He’s so smooth.” Letting his fingers caress the dips and valleys of Sleepers sweat machine. “Reach down and pull on his nuts. Play with them. Roll them around in your hand. Gentle at first, then gradually stretch them out.” Sleeper moaned. “Oh, fuck yeah. Yank on those jizz tankers, bro.” He pulled his legs up to rest his heels on the edge of the crate. “You see that? He’s spreading himself for you.” I kept my voice soft, sultry. “When a guy does that, he’s giving you permission to go further. He wants you to feel everything he’s got down there. He’s exposing his most vulnerable place, putting his trust in you to make him feel good. That’s the sign he needs you to visit his ass. Go ahead and run your hand under his balls. Be firm, put your entire hand and palm on that lump between his asshole and his nuts. That feels really good to a guy. That meat right there sends signals to both his dick and his asshole, and he can’t decide which one of those he wants you to have more. Slowly stroke him up and down, gradually moving a finger or two towards his hole. If you do this right, he’ll be putty in your hands.” Which Sleeper proved by leaning back even more and allowing his knees to fall to either side. “Oh man, your hand feels so good. Keep doing that.” “Pull him back up, don’t let him lean back. Keep going with that hand. Look him in his beautiful eyes and ask him if he likes it. Make him tell you how it feels. Make him say it out loud. He needs to hear himself surrender to you. It doesn’t matter if he looks uncomfortable. The more he’s willing to bear, the more he’s telling you he’s accepted you can do anything you want to him.” Zeus grabbed Sleeper by the back of the neck and pulled him forward until his handsome pleasure filled face was just inches away. “Do you like that, sexy man? Do you like my hand between your legs?” Zeus improvised. Sleeper nodded. “I love it, your hand is so big. And your finger is making my hole twitch.” He was pushing down with his hips, trying to get Zeus to use more force. I raised myself up to whisper in Zeus’s ear, I didn’t want Sleeper to hear this part. “Try to force a finger inside him, and kiss him at the same time.” Zeus wasted no time. I heard my buddy give a loud grunt just before Zeus forced his mouth onto Sleeper’s, shoving his tongue inside him. I let this massive beast enjoy himself on my best friend fully for a minute, as he raped the helpless wrestler from both ends happily. Then he came up for air. “Jesus! No spit, or lube or anything! Guuuunnnnnhhhh!” Sleeper groaned. Looks like Sleeper wasn’t all that worried about kissing anymore. “Ignore him. If he didn’t want it, he’d have found a way to pull off.” I observed dryly. “You’re such a fucker, Assmunch.” I noticed his hips hadn’t stopped writhing, in spite of his complaints. “That’s right, buddy. And you’re about to find out how much of a fucker I really am. Move aside, Zeus. My turn.” When Sleeper’s legs were clear, I folded him up to present the little pretty hole I now owned for my enjoyment. Pinning his knees back alongside his chest, I dove right into his pucker with my tongue. “FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK, yeah eat it. Damn I love it when you do that.” Sleeper moaned for me. “Taste that meat, fuck yeah. Oh shit, chew on it just like that! Harder!” I felt his hands grab my newly shaved head, pulling me into his crevice, wiggling his hips. I guess he thought the rules didn’t apply since Zeus was here. I smacked his asscheek with about half the force I was capable of, knowing it was still going to hurt like hell. Sleeper yelped. “Sorry! Sorry bro, I couldn’t help it!” I had my hand cocked for another smack. He sounded sincere. He whined. Addison fucking Montelongo, State Wrestling Champ, Soldier extraordinaire, Army Ranger School wannabe, son of some distant Spanish Ancestral nobility, whined because he wasn’t pleasing me. Yeah, Carol taught me a LOT. And I knew from personal experience being in that position could make you cum like you saw Jesus. Which was my goal for him every time we had our fun. I didn’t believe in boring sex. Not anymore. I looked up at him. “Don’t let it happen again.” I growled. You had to let them know they weren’t the ones in control. That they got what you gave them, and no more. Or more than what they deserved, because you wanted to do it, no other reason. Give just an inch and the dynamic changed, things got sloppy, the terms of the transaction became unsatisfactory. Which meant poor Sleeper wasn’t going to get his shitter car-washed like he wanted. I stood up, my shorts already down, and pushed my fuck stick up against his spit glistened hole. “Wait, bro…” he pleaded. I kept pushing, a steady pressure. His poor little turd cutter was going to give out eventually. In the war between tender butthole and my steel hard 8 inch dripping cock, my cock was going to win. “What?” I said, putting enough boredom into my voice to get the message across that this was happening. I applied more pressure. His legs were still pulled back and open. He wasn’t trying to end this. All the subtle signs were there that he wanted exactly what I was going to give him. See, Sleeper didn’t actually WANT his ass fucked. What he wanted more than anything was to just take a break from being the golden boy, the one everyone looked up to and feared, the parental expectation to be the very best at everything. The weight on his shoulders was heavy. He couldn’t relax his guard out there, but once I showed him all that pressure went away when he gave up all that control to me, it became an addiction. If his hole getting fucked was part of the deal, he’d give up his ass willingly. He didn’t have to be the tough guy wrestling champ, in fact I demanded he wasn’t. If that took a little punishment to put him back in his place every now and then… well sometimes I think he broke the rules on purpose. And the next time I wasn’t holding back. I owed it to him to give him my best. He still hadn’t answered. “So, no ‘wait’, bro?” I taunted him. I looked him right in the eye while I let a thick ribbon of spit fall right on his cock knuckled sphincter. I shoved more. He still wasn’t unclenching. “Ohhhhhhhh, God…. Please don’t bust my shitter, bro. Please….” “Then you better relax. You will lose this fight and it will tear you up. All you have to do is surrender, buddy. You just have to let go. I’m actually being nice about it. I could just rip right into you like last time. But I’m giving you the chance to do this yourself.” This was the moment. The moment he had to accept that his complete surrender was what he wanted. That it didn’t matter that it came at the expense of what he thought was his manhood. He’d learn that he was no less a man for having a dick up his ass. That it might actually increase his sense of being a man. That it didn’t mean he wasn’t straight anymore. And who knows, he may have loved the feeling of being violated like a cheap whore and treated like a cumrag TWICE last weekend. I had no way of pinpointing that as anything but a possibility. After all, this was just the second time my dick would be in his ass. And this time was different, I wasn’t forcing myself into him at a weak moment. No, this time it had to be him doing it to himself fully aware. And he let his breath go. As soon as he did, my head began entering his ring. “AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts! Don’t push! Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt!” I wasn’t. This was all him. He took a few rapid breaths. I let more spit trail from my lips to his hole. After a half minute, I sunk in a couple inches. He stopped me again. Then he reached down to grab his ass cheeks, those beautiful haunches, and pulled them apart to open himself up more for me. I sunk my pole all the way in, balls deep. The deep moan he gave was half pain, half relief at his own need. “So deep. It’s so big.” He groaned. The heat of his tunnel cooked my meat perfectly, and I could feel the fluids seeping from my piss slit. His muscles spasmed continuously, and it felt like he was jacking off my thick cock with his incredibly tight hole. I rocked side to side, still buried to the root, knowing my hardness was punching his rectal walls. Man, he felt amazing. I took a slow half thrust. Sleeper’s leaking cock bounced. “Hey Zeus, you want to suck his dick?” I asked. Zeus darted over. I could see a large wet spot on the front of his Army sweats. Sleeper’s hard cock was almost as long as mine, just shaped different. The big man bent down and tried to take my buddy’s dick in one swallow. Instead, Zeus gagged halfway down. “Cover your teeth with your lips, buddy. And open your throat. Then use your tongue when he’s in your mouth.” I kept up a slow, steady rhythm of fucking, using only half my dick, and not bottoming out completely. I changed the angle of my stroke, to get that upward direction that would push up into his prostate. “Oh shit! What are you doing? It’s going straight to my dick.” Sleeper announced. He removed one hand to put it on Zeus’s head, forcing him down further onto his cock. Zeus was a champ, opening up to let more of that juice root invade his face. I allowed this much, enjoying how my straight buddy was getting lost in the pleasure he was feeling. I knew that the time had come to rail him without mercy. I began pistoning into his shitcave, my nuts bounced off the bottom of his ass. I was getting close, but I wanted Sleeper to fill our God’s throat with his grunt spunk. I was going to fuck it out of him. The slick walls of his dickchute gripped my shaft with every powerful thrust. I sped up, hammering him. He was bouncing so much Zeus didn’t have to move. I was fucking Sleeper’s hard curved cock into his mouth. “I’m gonna cum, bro. I’m gonna lose it.” Sleeper panted. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.” I grabbed Zeus’s head to keep him from pulling off and bucked up into my buddy like he was a twenty dollar whore. My own orgasm fired up my throbbing shaft and shot out into Sleeper’s guts. I didn’t announce it or change my motion. The sound of Sleeper’s grunting whine told me he was spewing his own creamy essence over Zeus’s tongue. Zeus let out a unintelligible question around the veiny meat penetrating his lips. “Swallow it, Zeus. Sleeper made that for you as a gift.” I told him, still holding his head in place. “It’s a part of him he wants you to have inside you. Show him how thankful you are.” I kept up my thrusts, slower and gentle now as my balls expelled the last of my swimmers, the lazy ones, into my friend. I pulled my dick out slowly. “Your turn Zeus. Show Sleeper how much you love him.” I directed. Sleeper looked at me with a worried face. “Relax, buddy, this won’t change anything. We’re doing this for Zeus.” I assured him. Zeus stood up and pulled his sweats down to free his leaking monster. Like everything about him, his manmeat was larger than life. It had to have been an inch or two longer than me, and just as thick. He was uncircumcised, and even hard his foreskin drooped from the head like a monks cowl. “Push his knees down to get him spread like you want him, butterfly his ass, fold him out like a book. Don’t worry, he can take it. You’re fucking a real man there, he’s used to a little pain.” I urged him. A wad of my nut had escaped the vault of Sleeper’s ruined hole, which was still pulsating from the fuck I’d given him. My DNA sauce decorated his swollen opening like milk on a frosted flake. I fought the urge to slurp it off his hole. Zeus’s veiny snake would need every source of lubricant for the invasion. My buddy lay there spent and surrendered, resolved to his role as a milking sleeve for our manly needs. I could see the absolute capitulation in the relaxation of every muscle he carried. He now realized the overwhelming ecstasy he’d experienced last week, and the previous times I’d masticated him to orgasm weren’t accidental. His ass was the source of heightened pleasure. He could no longer deny the soul wrenching force of ejaculating while a cock stretched him out from the inside. I knew that feeling well. Zeus pushed his butthole digging worm through Sleeper’s now adjusted outer ring. They both let out a sensual moan. My buddy’s ample cock started to power up once again. He was in the right head space for Zeus to fuck another load out of him, if Zeus could hold on long enough to get him there. “Jesus, why does it feel so good?” Sleeper asked. Zeus began plunging in and out of him, lost in his own world of pleasure. He ran his hands over Sleeper’s beautiful body. He long-dicked the hole beneath him, taking full strokes to share every inch. I noticed that Sleeper’s pucker would seal over Zeus’s foreskin on the pullout, keeping it from exiting and stretching it out. Damn that was sexy as hell. Zeus’s rhythm increased, until he was full on rutting that wrestler rump like a rabid animal. He forced his tongue into Sleeper’s mouth, completely smothering my buddy’s lips. Sleeper was grunting with every thrust back into Zeus’s mouth, and I could tell when the friction and pounding made him empty his balls. Zeus didn’t stop, he probably didn’t even notice that he made Sleeper cum. He was grunting now himself, stabbing his sizeable prick deep into Sleeper’s fuck chute with every hard thrust while Sleeper took the violent pounding without complaint. The notes of Zeus’s grunting ascended, getting higher, and I could tell he was ready to blow his wad. With a final shuddering explosion, his entire giant body seized as he delivered the creamy payload deep inside Sleeper’s secret private bunker. “FUDGE!” Zeus exhaled into Sleeper’s mouth. He quickly followed with another grunt as more streams of dick juice spurted out into his crush. And again. Each time accompanied by another violent plunge. “I can’t stop, it’s not stopping!” He groaned, continuing to fire volley after volley from his meat cannon. I can’t imagine how much seed was pouring into my buddy’s wrecked hole. Then he slowed, taking a few lazy strokes. And then he whined like a helo spinning up it’s rotors and plunged in again. “Oh fudge, oh shoot! It’s happening again!” More animal grunts into Sleeper’s waiting mouth as one more time he was taken by the aggressive pumping of his seed spitter. It was probably the greatest male orgasm I’d ever had the privilege to witness. For power, for length, for passion, for uncontrolled physical release, for the sheer expression of masculine togetherness that was Sleeper passively accepting everything Zeus had to give, and Zeus pouring everything he had into the man he loved. It was fucking beautiful.

When discrete instead of discreet began to appear in profiles, I figured the end of civilization was nigh on upon us. The guys who don't remember that last week they asked you to unlock your pictures and are again asking (after the pictures were unlocked and seen) really grind my gears.

Wanker’s Story: I still couldn’t think of why Sarge singled me out. We’d just gotten back from the field, tired and muddy. It was dark out, but it gets dark early in November at this latitude. At least that’s what was explained to me when I asked Bootlicker a couple weeks ago. There was something about the tilt of the earth, position around the sun, blah blah blah, something, something hemisphere seasons and rotating. Bootlicker had all the answers. I couldn’t remember jack shit. But as Sarge said, grunts don’t think, they get shit done. Bootlicker could have just said “because it gets dark “ and that would have been enough. But fucking no, he had to pull out his brain and write a fucking book. Like anyone needed a brain in the Army. Follow me, that’s all we needed to hear. Standing at attention waiting for who knows what left my mind time to wander. Sarge didn’t say a thing. He stood six feet away, behind me. No one else was there, but it was obvious we were waiting for someone else. “Don’t even breathe, Private Sendahl. Don’t you fucking move. Tell the truth, and maybe I can find a way to keep you in your unit. You DO NOT want to go where they send troublemakers.” Sarge growled in a whisper behind me. At that moment, the lieutenant walked in from the door across from us. I executed my very best salute, hoping it passed muster with Sarge. “At ease, Sergeant.” Having not been released, I remained at attention. The lieutenant sighed. “Well I didn’t need this headache after the stunt you pulled with the Bravos, Sarge. No gear, no equipment? And you knew it was going to rain. Anyway, it’s been dealt with. This childish bullshit though? This went beyond a simple prank. I get it, we compete with Alpha, Charlie and Delta. I look the other way, as do the other lieutenants. For most of it. We got lucky that Sergeant Horvath came to me. Rather than take it up the chain.” The lieutenant’s dark eyes stared at Sarge, then examined me. “He’s the one?” He asked. “Yes sir.” Sarge replied. The lieutenant paused. I could feel him sizing me up. 5’10”, 165 pounds, mostly muscle but I loved chips and donuts. Definitely in shape, I had nothing to be ashamed about. I could even see a couple abs if I flexed them. Brown hair in a regulation buzz cut, nothing extreme like the high and tight some guys wore, just short enough to not have to do anything with it. Demon liked his hair crazy, I just wanted to forget mine was there. I had other things to worry about, like the pranks I loved to commit. I slowly put it all together as lieutenant let the silence smother us all. Oooooohh, the drama. It was lost on me. I was trying to crank up my moronic brain to figure out what I was in trouble for. In my defense, it could have been, like, six things. I was really busy. But hearing Sergeant Horvath’s name, and a prank gone too far, it pointed to just one. Sergeant Charlie told the lieutenant what I did to Charlie’s shampoo in their showers. Still, I think they were overreacting. We called all the sergeants by their platoon designation. Charlie had four, we had four, the Alphas had three and the Deltas had four. Sergeant Horvath was one of the four Sergeant Charlies. “Well, Private. Explain yourself.” The lieutenant ordered. “Sir. I replaced the shampoo with contact adhesive, sir.” Did I see a grin starting? Nope. It disappeared. Back to Officer Angry-with-my-bullshit. Lieutenant Disappointed-with-my-childish-actions. “Do you consider your actions well thought out?” He asked. That stumped me. Was it a trap? I mean, of course I thought it out, I didn’t guess what to put in there, how to sneak into their showers, how mad they were going to be. I thought about it a lot. In fact, it gave me something to laugh about while I shivered in the cold rainy mud all last week. I thought about it probably a hundred times. That pretty much defined ‘well thought out’ in my head. “Uh, yes sir? I planned it all out, executed my mission, and I guess since I’m here , the results were successful. I guess my answer is yes.” “NO! THE ANSWER IS NO!” The lieutenant yelled. I flinched. “He turned to Sarge, who I couldn’t see. “Is he truly that brilliant AND stupid? “Sir, I believe he’s just stupid.” Sarge the rat bastard replied. I was honest. He told me to be honest. So, honest equals stupid. Lesson learned, oh great Army command! You’d think by now I would have learned you should NEVER give your honest assessment to a superior, unless you were in battle. “Don’t you love digging that latrine, Private?” An honest answer gets you a week of latrine duty. So you yell “I LOVE digging latrines for the Army, Sarge!” The lieutenant shifted back to me. “I’m going to let the Sergeant explain every boneheaded mistake you made. Not that it’s likely to make it into that dense bowling ball you carry around on your shoulders. And he gets to decide what to do with you. Dismissed.” I followed Sarge in silence. My Sarge, Sergeant Walters, wasn’t that much taller than me, but he was built like a brick shithouse. He probably weighed 185 or 190. He looked like he could break me into pieces. Wide, bulky shoulders tapered down to a 30 inch waist, then ballooned out to a meaty solid ass before thickening into beast like thighs and calves. His BDUs bloused perfectly at the top of his size 11 boots. Of course Sarge did everything we did in PT, but he also hit the gym twice a day. I’d seen him there on the few occasions I went myself . I couldn’t imagine how much he had to eat to maintain that level of physicality, but it had to be at least twice as much as me, but without the donuts and other garbage. He marched in that precise, measured stride that all soldiers eventually adopted, each step the same length, the same timing, only it wasn’t a stiff parade march, just a casual stroll. He probably had a favorite marching cadence that played constantly in his head. The man seemed to eat, breathe and sleep Army. I wondered which one. Whatever disciplinary consequences he was going to dole out, it wasn’t going to be in the Sergeant’s block in the barracks. So… unofficial punishment? See, I wasn’t as stupid as he thought. I congratulated myself with a self satisfied look on my face. As if he could see my face from 6 paces ahead of me, he growled “wipe that FUCKING grin off that ugly mug, Private!” He led me to another building on the post, one I hadn’t been permitted to enter before now. We got to a small room just large enough for a desk and filing cabinet. He closed the door behind him. I stood there off to the side and he came around to lean his ass against the military issue desk, your basic gun metal gray rectangular block of metal. “You’re not going to like this Private. But we have to do it. It’s going to keep you with your unit. Do you want to stay with your unit?” I gulped. I guess it just hit me that I was in bigger trouble than I figured. “Yes Sergeant, I want to stay.” “Then you’re going to have to take this like a man. You pissed off both the right guy, and the wrong one. See, Horvath was willing to keep this from going up the chain, which means you have an out. But you have to choose to take it. In your career with the Army, you’ll have many choices like this… well, not exactly like this, but we don’t always want to send things up the chain. It causes a mess. It brings investigations. It means paperwork and hearings and meetings with officers. It means black marks on your record. “. Sarge sighed. His voice became less intense, almost caring. “We could have looked the other way for all of this. I have to admit, contact adhesive… those Charlies had to shave their heads. I admire how diabolical that was.” He chuckled, crossing his arms, which made his pecs bulge into massive hills. His smile dropped. “Mistake one: you didn’t recon to detect surveillance. There are cameras inside and outside every barracks. Mistake two: you didn’t camouflage your appearance, and made yourself easily identifiable. Mistake three: you used military resources without authorization - the contact adhesive you took from maintenance, again without avoiding surveillance or employing camouflage. Those three things, we could have overlooked or at least turned into a minor infraction. But mistake four: the damage to the shampoo dispensers resulting in destruction of Army property… that’s taken very seriously. Do you understand, Private?” “I do, Sergeant.” I said in a weak voice. “What’s going to happen?” I was starting to get scared. It was just a prank, but Sarge was right. In my rush to prank the Charlies, I forgot my training. I KNEW all that shit. Although my unit wasn’t recon, we were still taught not to move without proper intelligence, revise the plan and mission accordingly, and most of all cause ONLY the damage necessary to accomplish the mission. We weren’t artillery, just letting the shells fly, blowing shit up. “Pain. Humiliation. And hopefully a lesson learned.” Sarge explained. He sighed again. “Drop your drawers Private, and lean over the desk, chest flat, legs spread.” I froze for a second, then went on automatic. I took off my trousers and boxers, feeling scrawny next to Sarge’s fit muscles. “I have to ask, Sendahl. Have you ever had anything up your ass?” “No Sarge, I’m not gay.” I said, slightly offended. “I’m not asking if you’re gay. You know I’m not allowed to ask that. Plenty of straight guys like getting their asses played with, sticking things up there, a girlfriend’s finger during a blowjob, their own finger when jacking off, vibrators, lots of stuff. No shame in that. No shame in being gay, either. I know a few gay soldiers. Good men, tough, dedicated. Know some lesbian soldiers too, and I can tell you now the Army, Marines and Navy have seen both gay and lesbian soldiers serve with honor, valor, bravery and distinction throughout our history. But I’m not asking if you’re gay. I’m saying what’s coming next would be easier if you were. Now, you have to choose. Horvath is going to come in here and fuck you in the ass. That’s the punishment he chose to make you serve. It will hurt like hell, but I can do something to make it not as painful. I can’t do anything about Horvath’s huge dick, but I can break you in before he gets here. He won’t be gentle, but I will. And hopefully you’ll be able to walk out of here on your own legs. But it’s up to you. Either you take your punishment from Horvath, or we send this up the chain. What will it be?” I’d heard nightmares about guys getting raped, how their assholes got torn up, their insides ruptured. I doubted Sarge and Horvath would do that to me deliberately, a soldier with an obviously raped ass would start an investigation that would make shampoo dispensers a joke. But it didn’t mean it couldn’t happen by accident. I had a choice, but it didn’t feel like a choice at all. Still, my training told me the more you accepted something disagreeable, the easier it was to complete the task. Running five miles was easier if you didn’t focus on the pain, but reminded yourself what you were getting out of it, becoming stronger. I looked Sarge in the eye. “I’m sorry I fucked up, Sarge. Thanks for finding a way out of this for me. I’ll take my punishment.” Sarge looked a little sad at first, which I appreciated. I felt better for the sympathy. Then he said “what’s pain, solder?” “Pain is what we eat for breakfast Sarge!” I barked back automatically. “Alright. I will let you in on a secret. This probably won’t be your only time taking it up the ass in the Army. So relax, it doesn’t mean anything, or change who you are. It doesn’t mean you’re gay, or going to turn gay. I’m not gay, but I’ve taken it up the ass more than a few times for my brothers. “ “Really? You?” In my surprise I forgot his address. He just raised one eyebrow, shrugged, then grunted. “On your knees, Sendahl.” He said, unbuckling his belt. “ I’m not going to be able to do this without some help. And you absolutely don’t want Horvath to be the first one in there.” I knelt in front of Sarge, watching him unzip and peel down his combat uniform pants and underwear. The tails of his shirt hung over his crotch, and he pulled it up, exposing his soft dick and hanging balls. His junk was shaved completely smooth, which wasn’t too much of a surprise. More and more guys were trimming or shaving completely. His set looked hefty, thick, and manly, even soft he hung about four or five inches. He began unbuttoning his shirt, then removed it and laid it out on the desk behind him. “Better get started. Take my dick in your mouth, get me hard.” He commanded. I scooted closer. I could smell the week of sweat and musk coming off his crotch. His meaty thighs pressed together and pushed his cock forward, his large nutsack supporting it. I could see his balls moving inside his sack. The smell wasn’t a turnoff, just reminded me of how all the guys smelled after a workout or hard duty, even myself. I closed my eyes and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. The first cock I had ever sucked. I’m not going to lie, I always admired Sarge, kind of worshipped him, his dedication, how he could be an asshole but always with the goal of making us better soldiers. He was tough, but fair. He looked out for our unit, saw to it that we were pushed past our limits but never too far. Something about thinking of him that way clicked my brain over from having to do something distasteful to trying to do my best. If that meant sucking his dick, I wanted to do it right. I pulled it all the way into my mouth and sucked. “There you go, that’s right. Press your nose up against my crotch.” He told me. “Don’t suck hard, that’s not the trick. Just a little suction. That’s it, you’re doing great, Sendahl. Now swirl your tongue around.” I could feel his shaft getting fuller, harder, more solid in my mouth. I thought I tasted a tangy flavor, just a little. I wondered what that was. “Good, now slowly back it out, but not all the way. Then go back down. Slow. Gentle. Use your tongue. That’s it. Reach up and play with my balls.” I was grateful for his instructions. I had no idea how to suck dick. I promised myself to remember what he was saying so I could use it with the girls I hooked up with. I almost laughed at the thought that giving a blowjob was going to get me better blowjobs for myself later. “Don’t swallow all your saliva, your spit makes it feel better. A sloppy blowjob is the best kind. Keep moving.” I placed my other hand on his upper thigh, unconsciously rubbing up to his stomach to feel his hard abs, then coming back down to his pubic area to feel the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I suddenly wanted my eyes open. This wasn’t as bad as I thought. His scent was making me a little dizzy, the humid heat of his powerful thighs hitting me in the face. His cock continued to grow every time I tried to get down to the base, which was just not possible anymore as he was too big and was starting to hit my throat, making me gag and choke. ‘Take it out and give it a couple strokes with your hand. There ya go.” I finally saw what I was dealing with. My first up close hard dick. A small string of spit bridged out from the thick head of his cock to my lips. He was about 7 to 8 inches long, so far, almost fully hard. I watched it as I stroked him, my other hand still fondling his big nuts. They reminded me of Sleeper’s nuts, hanging a good five inches down, loose and full. I wished my balls were like his. There was just something masculine about big nuts. “Keep stroking, and lick my nuts. Take them in your mouth, but just one at a time. You won’t be able to get both in at the same time.” I did as he ordered, letting my tongue run over his sack. The musky smell was stronger, the taste of old sweat kind of pleasant. I cleaned his entire scrotum with my tongue first, suddenly wanting to lap up that manly flavor I now associated with strength, power, authority, protection… and brotherhood. It was amazing. I had always thought dick was gross. That balls were funny, but nasty. But Sarge’s balls were symbols of male potency. Trophies of masculine power. Orbs of confidence and strength. That was the moment I knew it wasn’t going to be the only dick I ever sucked. That I wanted to smell that smell again, taste that male specific flavor. Feel that heat only a man’s crotch put out. Because of his nuts. I sucked his right nut inside my lips, past my teeth and found I wanted to swallow it whole. But they weren’t the size of walnuts, or small plums like most guys. Like Sleeper’s nuts, Sarge’s testicles were each the size of a healthy lime. I wanted them in my throat, I wanted to choke on them, each one. He was right, I’d never get them both in my mouth at the same time. But I wasn’t a quitter. And I wanted that, NEEDED that, needed to feel their firm softness filling my entire mouth. Positioned like I was, I looked up at Sarge past my hand still stroking his now hard, spit soaked dick, who was looking down at me with a pleased grin. “You like my nuts, Sendahl?” He asked with genuine curiosity. I let his right nut go from my suction, tightening my lips around it and tugging on it with my mouth as it passed through. “Fuck. They’re fantastic. And the way they smell and taste. I never thought a guy’s nuts would be like this.” And then I opened as wide as I could and stuffed both of them into my mouth, knowing I had to do it, I had to get all of them inside me. God, they were warm. I couldn’t even close my mouth, just had to jam my tongue in and around them without letting my teeth close. I heard Sarge groan. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk, soldier. Close your mouth a little, put some pressure on those beauties.” I did as ordered. I had to try to swallow, my mouth was filling with so much saliva I was going to drown myself on his incredible balls. I tried to bring my lips together around his upper sack, still keeping my teeth open. It wasn’t easy. I almost could, but didn’t want to hurt his most sensitive tools of manhood. “More.” He gasped. I could tell he was loving what it was doing. I decided to try to swallow. I let my throat open to drain the copious saliva, and one of his nuts went down. I almost choked, but I reflexively clamped my mouth down on his second nut, pressing my lips to the loose velvety skin of his upper nutsack. I gulped, kept gulping to get his nut to pass through my throat. I fucking lost my mind. My gripping throat was yanking his nuts, like a seal yakking down fish. “Fuck YES! Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck!” Sarge panted. He stopped my hand stroking his dick. “Easy. Easy on my dick. Don’t make me shoot. How the fuck are you doing that?” He removed my hand, then opened his thighs to straddle my head, letting his hard dick rest on my forehead. “Stay there as long as you can breathe, kid. Fuck, no one has ever done that. “ My chin was now nestled up against his taint. I was still gulping, pulling his nut in my throat that wouldn’t descend further. I was amazed I wasn’t choking or gagging. It was just this firm globe stretching my throat just past my tonsils, but in spite of its size it felt good back there. My tongue and palate caressed and sucked the heady, musky flavor of his other nut, which felt like it fit perfectly in my mouth now. As I gulped, my chin rubbed across Sarge’s taint, and I could feel him pressing down into me, grinding the tender area into my chin. I kept it up for ten more seconds, but I had to breathe. Expelling those gorgeous orbs took a little care, so my teeth didn’t scrape them or tear skin. As they came free, his cock spasmed on my forehead, then trailed down between my eyes and across my cheek, leaving a thick trail of precum on its way. “Shit, that was amazing.” Sarge said, running his big paw across my buzz cut. “Get up on the desk, lay back on your back.” He pointed me to where he’d laid out his uniform and undershirt. I was glad I didn’t have to lay on the cold bare metal of the desk. “Lift your legs. We have to get you loosened up. Horvath will be here at 21:30. That gives me 15 minutes to get you ready to take the pounding he’s going to give you.” I did as he instructed, finding that laying on the warmth of his uniform calmed my nerves. I smelled him coming off the fabric. His scent familiar to me now, a smell I would never forget. In later years, I’d occasionally get a whiff of that scent from some other man around me, and my mind would instantly flash back to this moment. I’d look to see if he was near, my heart speeding up involuntarily, but knew that was impossible. He’d changed something in me. Whatever nightmare was about to happen, it was okay because my Sarge was there. I held my knees up to my chest, exposing my virgin hole. I decided that if I was going to get my cherry popped, Sarge was the only man I wanted to do it. I trusted him completely. He was doing this to protect me, save me from further pain and humiliation. I didn’t even care if he got something out of it. In fact I hoped he enjoyed it. Sick, I know. But you have to be in that situation, with a man like Sarge, to understand. I looked at him moving around to come up to my open asscheeks. I didn’t feel ashamed having another dude looking at my asshole. Whatever he needed to do, I fully accepted it. I was even a little curious how he would feel. I knew the heat of him, that warmth radiating off his huge body. It was too cold for us to be sweating, so his skin wasn’t shining, just completely smooth from his neck to his knees. I don’t know if he shaved his body too, but it made sense that he would. A muscle bulged on every part of him, big, solid pecs, rounded heavy shoulders, biceps that bunched up with every arm movement. You could tell his hair was blonde, its short clip reflecting the overhead lights. I breathed deeply and laid my head back on his uniform. I felt some warm drops of liquid going down my ass and running across my hole. I twitched. “Just a little lubricant, kid. Relax. Breathe. I got you. “ I did just that. But needed something more. I was afraid to ask, but more afraid not to. “Sarge. I need your smell. I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a pussy. But it relaxes me.” Knowing almost everything was under my back meant his underwear was the only article left. “Can… can I have…” “It’s okay, kid. This is going to be difficult. Just ask. No shame, remember.” I could have cried at the tenderness in his voice. “Your underwear. I need to smell you.” I felt his fingers leave the area around my hole. “Here you go. You want them on your face? Might be better that way so you can’t see anyway.” He held his boxer briefs up. They were black, Hanes. Good, I thought. The more they hugged his beautiful nuts the better. I wanted them in my mouth again, but his shorts would work just fine for smell, especially if he’d worn them for a long time. I nodded. “You sure? I’ve worn them all week, didn’t have a chance to change into new ones before this.” Again, concern for me filled his voice. “I’m sure. The stronger the better. You smell good.” Sarge chuckled. “It’s your funeral, kid. I hope they don’t make you pass out.” He bunched the up and pressed them to my face, holding them down onto my mouth and nose. “Breathe deep, I’m getting a finger in.” I sucked in the overwhelming odor of unwashed balls, his natural and specific mix of testosterone, sweat, hormones, and what I recognized as the slight tinge of dried piss and cum. His cum. From his balls. His incredible nuts. I wanted to suck the juices out of those Hanes boxer briefs. I wished I could. I felt my dick stir, just a little. “You okay, kid? Still with me? You’re doing great.” I hadn’t even realized he’d inserted two fingers in my tight nineteen year old ass. I initially went to clamp down, but instantly realized from the sharp pain that doing that was a mistake. I nodded and grunted an affirmative. “Good job soldier. We’ll get you there.” His large fingers moved around, gently massaging me from the inside while pressing and rubbing the outside of my sphincter with his other fingers. It didn’t feel all that terrible. My dick filled out another inch. “Another breath. Let my shorts take your mind off of what I’m doing.” He didn’t judge, didn’t say it cruelly. He actually sounded like he understood why I liked it. I breathed, and decided to get the fabric in my mouth. I pulled it in with my lips and teeth and ran my tongue over the material, and tasted a saltiness that made my mouth water. The flavor was intoxicating, knowing it was made by Sarge’s own body. I lost myself in savoring it, knowing I was moaning softly. “Well done, kid. I’m in. The hard part is over.” I reached up to move his underwear away from my eyes, refusing to take them away from my nose and mouth. Sarge was now pressed up against my ass, I couldn’t see his dick at all. God, he was burning hot against my ass. How could he put out so much heat? It felt good. His huge body stood above me, a gentle smile playing across his face. “I guess you like my shorts too? Glad they could help. It was like you didn’t even know what I was doing, you were so relaxed I slid right in, right to the balls.” “You’re in me? All the way in me?” I asked, muffled by his underwear on my mouth. “Oh yeah, and you feel pretty good in there. Now, I’m going to start slow, and it will be uncomfortable, but just keep doing what you’re doing. Then I’ll speed up. “ “Okay , Sarge. Do it. Fuck me. Open me up.” I knew the point was so that Sergeant Charlie didn’t injure me, and that maybe I wouldn’t be in any pain. I was glad I missed the exact moment Sarge popped my cherry. I didn’t want to know that. But I would remember his fuck. The only fuck I’ve ever had that made me think about being gay. His hard shaft pulled out slightly, then moved back in, so slow, so gentle, just easing in and out. I sucked more on his boxer briefs, moving them around so I could find the exact spot where the head of his dick sat pressed against his balls. I wanted the piece that was the most fully saturated with his musk. I inhaled it, drank it up while my head spun. I found it erotic and satisfying while driving a hunger I couldn’t describe. More, I wanted more. “There you go, kid. You feel amazing. So relaxed . You are taking all of me, so easily. Your ass feels amazing grabbing onto my dick. That’s it, it’s okay to enjoy it. No shame. Take your Sarge’s cock.” I let out a long, deep moan. It did feel good, stroking so deep inside of me, his thickness stretching my hole with every plunge. I relaxed my legs, letting my knees drop to either side of my chest. I wanted him deeper, wanted my ass open as much as I could manage to get him in. Just that small adjustment created a new feeling, I could sense every inch of his full manhood sliding in and out of me. It sent me to another place. I could feel those low hanging limes hitting my ass as he shoved into me, every stroke going all 8 inches from his head to the base, which felt even thicker than the rest of his shaft. All the way out. All the way back in, bottoming out every time with a little more force. Sarge watched me moan, saw my eyes travel across his sturdy muscles. “Touch me if you want. Do you want to feel my body while I fuck your tight grunt hole? “ I realized I did. I wanted to feel how he flexed with every thrust. I wanted to feel the animal hunt, attack, and feed. I reached up and grabbed ahold of his left pec, feeling its solidity, its sheer size that dwarfed my average hand. I grabbed and massaged, noticing how it tightened up on his downstroke, then relaxed on his withdrawal. His rhythm didn’t vary, still slow and even as he plunged his hard cock into my hole again and again. I suddenly wanted to feel his ass while he thrusted, knowing that was where his power originated for every stroke inside me. I moved both hands down his stomach, tracing every single abdominal muscle as they tightened and released. No fat, just skin over muscle. I suddenly thought of Zeus, our God, and wondered if he looked like this. He probably looked better, if that were possible. I reached Sarge’s hips, caressing them, feeling the bones of his pelvis, only a little harder and more solid than his muscles. My hands traveled around to his big, firm ass, so solid just like the rest of him. His glutes squeezed and relaxed, matching his pistoling cock. I unconsciously flexed my ass as he did, and Sarge gasped. “Yeah, I could feel that.” He said. “If you want to drive your buddy crazy, just do that on his dick. It feels amazing. Try it again.” I did. I tried to gauge when it affected Sarge the most. I waited until his head pulled almost all the way out, then flexed on it so his dick had to force its way back in. It didn’t even hurt, but the grunt from Sarge told me that was a good feeling. I did that a few times, using my hands on his ass to pull him into me harder every time. By now I had lost any inhibitions, I grunted and moaned whenever his thick cock hit me just right. “There it is. It feels good if you allow yourself to enjoy it.” Sarge said. “Best you don’t tighten down with Horvath, not this time. Just open up as much as you can, let him do his thing. God knows that’s what I do when he wants it. You’ll feel like a train is running up your shit tunnel, but he won’t take long. Horvath likes a quick violent bang. He’ll take you from behind, he thinks looking at who he fucks is too intimate. Which brings me to how I like to end things.” Sarge bent over, removing his now soaked underwear from my mouth. He smiled. “Looks like I’ll have to refill these for you. I think you sucked them clean. “ I gazed up into his ice blue eyes. I never noticed before how kind and soulful they were. His blonde eyebrows could hardly be seen, so light and thin as they were. His tanned face was clean shaven, his nose straight and not too large. It felt so strange studying the face of a guy who was shoving his dick in and out of my ass. My ass that I never thought would take a cock. My ass that I never thought would ENJOY taking a cock. I figured at that moment, it all depended on who was doing the fucking. I suddenly felt very lucky, very happy to expose my vulnerability. To this man, who was so kind, gentle, understanding and accepting. He must have seen the look on my face, the thankfulness in my eyes. “Aww, kid. I knew you had it in you. That feeling you’re having? That’s your love for your fellow brother. That’s why we do what we do out there. That’s why we sacrifice ourselves, why we’d step in front of any grenade, take any bullet for them. That’s what all of this means. That there’s nothing we wouldn’t do if they asked, if they were in need. I love you, brother.” “I love you brother.” I repeated. And then Sarge kissed me. A deep, searching kiss full of passion and need, love and understanding. Our tongues fought as he increased the pace of his strokes. But he always gave an extra hard shove when he bottomed out. I was kissing him furiously by now, wanting every part of him inside me. I was moaning like a whore. My entire body was on fire, willing him to fuck into me harder, deeper, more violently. And he didn’t disappoint. I could feel his passion increase, his thrusts become desperate. His cock felt like it was growing inside my ass, which pushed me into a frenzy. “Fuck me Sarge. Fuck me deep. I want you to fuck me like you own me. Please! “ I begged. I was still grabbing onto his rock hard ass, violently pulling him. I wrapped my legs around his waist to get even more leverage. “Yeah brother, I got you. I’m going to give you a fucking you’re never going to forget. I’m going to destroy your hole with my big dick. You want that? You want me to shoot my load inside you? You want my seed deep?” He said the words into my open mouth, punctuating them with his wide soft tongue. He bit my lip, nibbled on my tongue, slobbered all over my mouth, his saliva driving me insane as I tasted that part of him. “Fuck yes, Sarge! Use my ass like a pussy, fuck your cum inside me. Fuck it as deep as you can get it. I want it all.” I didn’t care what was coming out of my mouth. Sarge growled deep, “Yeah, your tight virgin grunt hole is gonna get filled up, buddy. I’m gonna take your cherry like a man. My little swimmers are going to flood your cunt. Your tight grunt hole is milking my fucking cock. Do that thing. Grab onto that dick you love and stroke it with your sweet little hole.” I didn’t hesitate. I started flexing my ass, and oh my God it felt so good. My arms were around his neck, my ankles and heels pressing on his ass with every thrust. He was plowing me like an animal, a huge sweating, mindless beast. His sweat, the scent it created on his skin pushed me over the edge. “Oh fuck, oh shit oh fuckfuckfuck” my dick started shooting cum up between us, his abs crushing my cock and balls. My nuts were practically inside my abdomen they were drawn up so tight. I spasmed every time his pole bottomed out, I lost count how many times I squirted. Halfway through my own incredible orgasm, Sarge grunted loud and deep. “Here it comes, kid. Take my load.” Then he speared his engorged cock deeper than he’d been before, let out a primal groan, threw his head back and his dick began throbbing and pulsing as he shot his heavy thick cum deep inside my guts. He pulled back once, and did the whole thing again, shoving his dick as deep as he could go. Once more , he repeated the shove, the groan, the throbbing. By the third one I was done cumming myself, so I could feel the spurts of his dick. He was pouring his seed inside me. That seed he made in his beautiful nuts, just this fuck, just for me. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me, finding my mouth with his. The kiss he gave me was tender, generous, soft and gentle. “Mmmmmm, nothing like that feeling. Brother to brother. Giving each other a piece of ourselves. Taking away the pain.” Sarge mumbled. “Fuck! I love it every time!” He looked at me and smiled. “You’re a hot fuck, grunt. How was that? You okay?” I stared up at Sarge. I couldn’t believe it could feel that good. “That was amazing! I came without touching myself. I didn’t know you could cum with a huge dick fucking your ass, by HAVING a huge dick fucking you. Holy fuck Sarge!” Sarge chuckled. “The smaller ones are fun too, if they’re used right. But don’t worry, you’re not going to get all dick hungry. At least I don’t think so. You don’t seem the type.” “I don’t know, Sarge. I don’t WANT to get fucked again, but I kinda want to get fucked again.” I watched Sarge stand up, his cock still buried inside me, not softening at all. He looked down at my stomach and chest, then at his stomach, both smeared with my unintentional load. He swiped a big puddle with his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking my sperm off, licking them clean. “Not bad, kid.” He took another swipe, gathering more, and sucked it off his fingers too. “You surprised? Don’t be. Your brother’s seed is precious. Some guys don’t care for it, but I feel you honor your brother by taking his seed. Besides, yours tastes pretty good.” With that he leaned forward and licked my stomach clean. Slurping along, he came to my now soft dick, moving it into his mouth to clean it off. “Thanks kid.” He said after he finished. “I’m glad you enjoyed this. I wanted your first time to be good, to show you what it COULD be. You probably won’t enjoy Horvath quite as much, but who knows? It won’t feel bad or hurt if you allow yourself to enjoy it. That’s really the key.” As if Sergeant Charlie had a hidden signal, he walked in the door. He was so fast, I didn’t have a chance to jump or cover myself. Besides, Sarge didn’t move, letting his hands stroke my torso lazily. I was so relaxed I found I didn’t care. I just knew I didn’t want Sarge to take his hard dick out of my ass. But you don’t get what you want in the Army. “He broken in Walters?” Sergeant Charlie asked. I expected him to be angry, or at least gruff and sour. But instead he seemed like he was in a good mood. What the fuck? I couldn’t figure these Segeants out. “Yep Horvath. I gave him the good. Now you gotta give him the bad.” Sarge said. “You know I hate being the bad guy, Walters.” Sergeant Charlie complained. “Just once I’d like to be the good guy.” Sarge chuckled. “You know you can’t be the one to take a virgin grunt hole, Paul. You’re way too big. It never works. You need an assist? The kid’s got a great mouth, but he’s too green to manage your horse dick.” Horvath nodded and unbuckled his belt. “Yeah. Just get me hard.”

Face pics do not interest me. I don’t assess a man by his appearance in general, and I certainly don’t discriminate as to whether a man is going to fuck me or not on the basis of his looks (or much of anything else, for that matter) so his face is of no particular significance. His dick pic is only more significant in that it tells me if I need to prepare myself for taking something sizable, but I don’t make decisions based on those either. I would 1,000 times rather deal with a faceless profile that actually walks through my door than a pretty picture that flakes - which so many of them seem to do.

I think getting std's is an occupational hazard of spreading your legs for any cock and never turn a man down. My physician raised his eyebrows a few times when I came in with symptoms again. I know I'm crazy as I say that I really loved some of them and delayed going to the clinic. I'm also that fool that is not taking his HIV meds for very long periods.

Part 26 - The Chase Mark had moved to Larchmont a few blocks away from Angelo and Ethan and this weekend would be the first time Ben would get to see Mark in his new home, Ben also promised to help him get things straight in preparation for his house warming party on Saturday night. They both kept their business private not telling anyone they were officially dating as a couple just yet but for Mark the change in him was pretty evident as Angelo watched him closely that week and asking Ethan to probe Ben for more information. Angelo stopped typing and looked at Mark "So are you going to spill the beans?". "About what" Mark replied looking up and over at him. Angelo smiled and shook his head "Ben". Mark shrugged his shoulders "Have you finished the two job adverts yet?". "Avoiding the subject now are we, yes I have you can post them on line now. Well?" Angelo was not giving up. Mark smiled "I like him a lot, I thought that was evident" he replied. "Does he feel the same?" Angelo said but he knew the answer to that one already. Mark clicked on his mouse "Jobs are up on line. Yeah he seems to". Angelo looked at his phone "Come on it's 5pm lets call it a day". "Thank god it's Friday tomorrow finally get the house straight" Mark said collecting his things. Ben was coming up to his qualifications and cramming in extra study work at college, the week just seemed to be plodding alone with no purpose and all he could think about was Friday and seeing Mark again. He had got part of his qualification down as a software designer and was preparing for his exam next week in software development, he kept a close eye on the job market on line but most of them seemed to be quite far away or right in the city. He knew that his classmates were also now actively looking for jobs as he had received a couple of thank you but no responses, closing his laptop he packed it away and headed home. Friday afternoon Ben arrived home early and went up to his room to finish an assignment before he was due to meet Mark. He didn't want to bore Mark about geek talk and have to do college work in front of him as he might get bored very easily and didn't want to get labelled as a nerd. Quickly he finished off the assignment and had a look round for jobs, there was one that caught his interest and it was based on the outskirts of Larchmont towards Westchester with a company he had not heard of before but it did appear to have some big companies in it's client base. They salary was pretty good and the job seemed to fit what he was looking for he did however notice that the job opening was only a week, it would be a long shot as they were asking for experience but then they all did, quickly he uploaded his c.v. and a short cover note to the website and signing off his note as 'Benjamin Midler-Warren'. One thing he hated about his name was that all through school he was nicknamed 'BMW', he laughed a little wondering if the people at the company would see it as well. Hs he was meeting Mark in an hour so stripped and showered then put on Mark's briefs and retrieved his journal from the wardrobe wearing "So Friday turned out just like any other day with college but have applied for a job close to Westchester, fingers crossed on this one as it is close to where I want to be. Josh is funny and has a great friendly attitude and is definitely coming out of his shell a lot more with us. He will be coming to the party on Saturday evening along with the rest of the gang, not sure who else will be there but Franco said he will come. To be honest he still scares me a little but I know he is okay, it is just so strange having him as a friend as he is quite a brute on the outside and not someone you want to mess with but he is a real softy underneath when you get to know him. Hopefully it is going to be a great weekend spending it with my boyfriend, it is strange writing that word down but I get a fuzzy nice feeling when I do. I never thought I would be seeing myself in this situation, my biggest concern is how I will tell my family and I need to do it sooner rather than later. I can only hope they will see past any prejudice they may have, but right now it weighs heavily on me and I need to rid myself of this one burden but figuring out how to tell them is a whole other thing. It is the one thing that really is holding me back from freedom, I love my mother so much and I don't want to break her heart but I hope she understands and accepts me as who I really am and not the pretend me that has been hidden for the last few years. I am sure she will like my boyfriend, he has the kindest soul and completely engaging. But I drone on to much about him but I have to express it somehow.". Ben suddenly looked and realised he only had 10 minutes to meet Mark, quickly he changed and grabbed his toothbrush and ran out of his bedroom and said goodbye to the family as he headed out almost running up the road, as he turned the corner he saw Mark's car pulling up. He jumped in the passenger seat almost out of breath. "You okay Ben?" Mark said as Ben sat down. Ben leaned over and kissed him "Yes, nearly late I lost track of time". Mark laughed "What was you up then to be nearly late?" his hand slipped down to Ben's crotch. Ben laughed "Not that if that is what you are thinking". Mark turned the car around and drove off "I'm so looking forward to spending the weekend with you". Ben smiled "Me to, I miss being with you". It was pitch black by the time they arrived in Larchmont having quickly caught up with their respective weeks. Ben loved the house from the outside and even more so inside as it was spacious and very modern. Most of the heavy removals was done and just boxes to unpack for the kitchen remained strewn across the lounge. Ben followed Mark in to the kitchen "I read the book you brought me, twice actually as I loved it" he said. "Good I am glad you enjoyed it, you should have brought it with you to read to me" Mark suggested. Ben smiled "I would have if I had known but it's by my bed" his voice trailed off as he suddenly froze. In his rush to leave he had placed his journal on top of the book by his bed, he felt sick as the fear coursed through his body. If his mother went in to his bedroom no doubt she would see it and wonder what it was, her uncanny inquisitive nature would propel her to open it and have a look. "Ben, Ben, what is the matter?" Mark asked putting his arm on his shoulder. Ben looked at Mark with utter fear on his face "I've been so stupid Mark". "What Ben, tell me?" Mark put his arms around him "Is it me?". Ben shook his head "I have a journal and I left it by my bed in my rush to meet you". Mark had a gut feeling what was inside "Did you write things in there about us?" he asked. Ben nodded "Quite a bit and... and a fair bit of detail. I know my mother will read it if she sees it". Mark hugged him tighter "Ben don't worry or beat yourself up about it. I'm flattered you wrote about me". Ben looked up at him "I have no idea what is going to happen if she does find it". "We will deal with it together, you and I Ben" Mark said comforting him "One thing I know is I don't want to loose you". Ben smiled "That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me" he looked Mark in the eye. Mark kissed him on the mouth "You and me Ben that's all that matters". They got busy with Mark trying to take Ben's mind off things as he helped unpack the last few boxes and decided with Mark where best to store things. With the final box unpacked and sorted it started to resemble a home that was lived in, Ben sat down on the sofa his mind wandering off thinking of the journal on his bedside table. Mark was finishing off and came wandering in to the lounge with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses. "Like a glass wine now we have finished?" he asked Ben so glanced up as he walked in. "Sorry?" Ben looked confused "Oh, yes sure, why not after all we are celebrating you moving in". Mark sat down next to him and poured him half a glass "Don't want you drunk and disorderly" he laughed. Ben smiled "I am not a virgin at drinking wine". Mark laughed and topped his glass up "Okay you can have a glass, you still a virgin at other things?". Ben sat down on the sofa and just looked at Mark "Is it obvious?" he laughed. Mark sat down next to him "Not obvious and you certainly didn't need much teaching last weekend on how to top". Ben laughed again and raised his glass to Mark, the thought of food completely forgotten about as they sat talking drinking until just after 10pm. Mark stretched and slumped back into the sofa, wine on an empty stomach had got him pretty merry and Ben faired no better in the same state, Mark stood and stumbled a little laughing as he held out his hand for Ben telling him they should get some sleep. As Ben stood he fell back down not realising how tipsy he was, Mark hauled him off the sofa and dragged him up the stairs whilst he was still giggling and protesting that he wanted more wine. Ben collapsed on the bed "I do you know, I love you, I do love you" all the time smiling trying to undress. Mark helped him get undress then collapsed besides him "Me to, love me that is" he laughed "and you". Ben threw his arms around Mark and kissed him "Make love to me and show me you do". "You want me to take you baby" Mark replied as he finished taking his clothes off. "Yes Mark" Ben replied looking seriously at him. Mark leaned over Ben and kissed him urgently holding Ben's flaying arms down above his head as he kissed him harder and erratically 'Do you want me Ben, all of me?' he asked in between kisses, Ben moaned in to Mark's mouth his legs clasped around Mark's hips wriggling his ass in heightened anticipation. Mark pushed Ben's legs over his head and dived down to his ass causing Ben to wriggle on the bed 'oh fuck, oh yes, oh, oh Mark' he didn't know what to make of the sensation as Mark ate and lubed his hole with spit, the little cries of joy and moaning echoing through the house. The noises eventually replaced by small sounds of pleasure escaping Ben's mouth. he felt Mark's tongue sucking at his balls moving slowly upwards over his cock and along his body until they came mouth to mouth again. Ben subdued by his drunken haze relished in their passionate kiss he could feel the cock rubbing against his wet hole teasing until he gasped and released a sharp agonising cry. Mark stabbed his cock in to Ben's hole in a quick jab, his body caught off guard and his instinct told him to fight against the invasion, the tears running from the corner of his eyes as he looked up at Mark but he was smiling as the pain subsided into a burning dull ache 'You sure you want me to be a part of you forever?' he said looking at Ben who nodded 'God yes' he replied followed by more sharp pain as Mark pushed his cock deeper in to Ben all the time his eyes looking deep in to Ben's. Ben thrashed his head side to side and from no where he began begging Mark to fuck him until his mouth was covered by Mark's as he kissed him with intense passion stifling his words, he only managed the occasional moan in to Mark's mouth as he felt the cock delving deeper in to his body until he held all of it in his ass. The drink masking the real pain he was feeling and unable to make sense if it was pain or just pleasure he knew and understood from them this was real sexual enjoyment, Mark raised his head and looked at Ben who smiled lovingly back at him. Mark kissed him on the neck whispering 'payback from Saturday' he chuckled just as Ben grabbed Mark around the neck and shoulders holding him as close as he physically could 'I want you Mark' he told him. Mark saw love and desire in the eyes below him through his own mildly blurred drunken view. His back arched as Mark began grinding his hips in to Ben and performing slow deep strokes accentuating each one in a show of love for him. His cries were a cross of eternal agonising pleasure the warmth in his body providing a cuddling sensation as it flowed through his veins taking the final steps with Mark. It was a surreal out of body experience probably caused much in turn by the wine and his personal desire, the kisses, the hands touching him and the feeling of the Mark's cock inside seem to be a chorus of divine angels singing harmoniously. Ben cried and moaned louder as Mark began to fuck faster he stared again deep in to Ben's eyes before he lurched forward to snog him again. He felt a weird sensation as if the cock inside him had changed, it was now harder and pulsing as Mark pushed his hips up close whilst his hands grabbed Ben's shoulders to stop him moving away. He cried out 'Oh Ben' diving his head back to kiss Ben as he began to ejaculate, he could feel the toxic seed flowing rapidly up through his cock as it began to pulse and pump the payload in to Ben's virgin body. Ben's arms gripped hard around Mark's shoulder his back arched higher feeling Mark's hips slamming up hard against his ass, the cock pulsing against his anal wall as he felt the spasms and contractions as Mark jettisoned his poisoned load deep in to Ben's virgin ass. Ben moaned and wriggled underneath Mark as his cock began coating his stomach with his own seed. Ben closed his eyes and held on to Mark as the orgasm seemed to go on with no sign of abating, in reality neither of them wanted it to end until Mark collapsed on top of Ben kissing him spent and exhausted. They did not speak as they laid in each others arms, hot and sweaty covered in Ben's cum but happy to be with each other. The room had finally stopped spinning and Ben could feel Mark's hot breath against his neck, the hypnotic feeling of warm air flowing around his neck soon had Ben's eyes closing as he fell asleep, Mark slowly extracted his cock and fell asleep partly laying on top of Ben. Ben shifted in bed and woke from the pain in his head, quickly he sat up and rushed to the bathroom making it in time to stick his head over the toilet vomiting bile, doing so his ass muscle spasmed forcing a painful cry as he felt a burning pain. Mark turned over in bed wondering what the sound was a realised Ben was in the bathroom, he rushed out of bed rubbing his head from the wine hangover entering the bathroom. Ben eventually stopped retching and sat down on the floor leaning his head again the coolness of the tiles on the wall for comfort, his eyes caught the pale cream drops on the floor. "You okay Ben?" he asked sitting down besides him. "I think so, I feel bad" Ben nestled his head against Mark's chest. Mark stroked his head "To much wine last night and no food" and got some tissue to clean the mess on the floor. Ben watched "What is it?". "We need to get you to the clinic get some prep before it's to late" he said heading out to get his phone. Ben looked at him as he came back in the bathroom "I begged you to fuck me didn't I?". Mark nodded "I'm sorry it was careless of me to do that but I was so desperate to finally have you". "Does the pain stop?" Ben asked him as Mark was seeking the clinic's number. "What?" Mark looked up "Oh, yes it will go, so it really was the first time you ever got fucked then?". Ben nodded "Yeah, and I am happy it was with you, sit down by me" he said tapping the floor. Mark sat and put his arm around him "I'm so so sorry Ben, I can't think straight to find the number". Ben ran his hand down Mark's chest "Why are you sorry?". "I fucked you without a condom" Mark said finding the number. Ben grabbed the phone "Oh" he said and smiled up at Mark "is that why you are so worried?". Mark looked at him "Ben you must realise what this means" he looked anxious again. "You have to marry me now?" Ben chuckled. Mark lifted Ben's chin "Slow down cowboy and yes that hopefully is on the cards. But I put you at risk". Ben looked in to Mark's eyes "So it wasn't how I thought it would happen, but I don't regret it". Mark put his phone down "Are you sure Ben, after all it may well lead to a life of taking treatment?". "Yes" Ben said stroking Mark's chest. Mark smiled "I thought it would be a few months before you asked me again to gift you". Ben sat up "Just do it carefully next time until I am use to it". Mark laughed and Ben kissed but Mark pushed him away "Yuck sick taste, go wash your mouth out". "Sorry" he said standing up "Can we go back to bed" he asked cleaning his teeth. Mark leaned his head back "Of course, it's what I like most being in bed with you". Ben smiled at Mark with toothpaste dribbling down his chin, Mark laughed and stood up slapping him on ass waiting for him to finish before going back to bed and sleeping for a couple of more hours. He definitely felt a lot better waking up just after 9am with the now familiar feeling of Mark's cock resting against his hole and his arms wrapped around his body spooning together. There was no doubt at all in Ben's mind that he had fallen for Mark and craved for the time when they were in bed together, their bodies just seemed matched to perfection as they laid there and indeed he could lay there all day. He felt Mark kissing his neck his hand went to Mark's squeezing it hard. "Morning again". Ben said pushing his ass back feeling the morning wood nearly prising his hole open. Mark murmured "Morning sexy, feeling better?". "Yes, ouch, still hurts down there" Ben whispered kissing Mark's hand. Mark giggled "I loved fucking you last night you were so full of yourself until I got you good". Ben turned over to face him "I remember you holding my arms down and looking at me" he replied smiling. Mark cuddled Ben closer "Yeah your mine" he said kissing him. Ben laughed "Happy to be yours" he replied with his arms caressing Mark's body. They laid there for a few more minutes as Mark gently stroked Ben's back, there was nothing he didn't like about Ben and already he felt so close and secure with him. They spent the rest of the day getting ready for the house warming party and were all set with just an hour to spare. Mark went up stairs to shower, Ben wandered up and heard the water running, he stripped off and walked up behind Mark in the shower, he jumped and turned around 'This is a nice surprise' Mark said leaning forward to kiss Ben who was running his hands down Marks body, slowly his kisses moved to the neck and chest going lower and lower. Mark put his hand against the wall of the shower as he felt the warmth of Ben's tongue caressing his cock as it grew in anticipation. The lips running across his cock head sent tingles up his spine, his hand as if by auto pilot grabbed hold of Ben's head and pushed him further on his cock. Ben began making stifled moans with a mouth full of cock began sucking and teasing Mark's now fully erect cock. His own desire for Ben pent up through the day released quickly, moaning he grabbed Ben's head with both hands holding him steady and deep on his cock. Ben continued to suck and swallow and could have stayed there pleasuring his lover for ages. Mark leaned back against the wall letting the water flow over his head and cascading down his body over Ben, his eyes closed a big smile on his face whilst Ben continued sucking on his erection. Suddenly aware of time getting away he pulled Ben up to his feet and kissed him deeply 'Naughty boy, get showered'. Ben smiled and soaped his and Mark's bodies as he continued kissing him. Mark was still getting dressed when they hear Angelo calling from downstairs, Ben who was dressed and ready went downstairs and found Angelo, Ethan and Franco coming through the back door, Angelo smiled and gave Ben a big hug. "Where is he?" Angelo said letting Ben go. "Still drying off we lost track of time" Ben replied without thinking about what he said. Ethan slapped Ben's ass "You dirty little fuckers, what were you up to?" he smiled at Ben. Ben blushed "Oh, fuck it, we took a shower together and I pleasured him". Ethan was taken back "Blimey Ben, did you swallow?". "Ethan" Angelo called him out "Don't be so nosey" he said. "Well?" Franco interjected "did you or not?". Ben moved close to Franco being brave "Wanna taste and see for yourself?" he moved in as if he was going to kiss him. Franco grabbed hold of Ben and spun him around and held him tightly "You wish Benny boy" he laughed. Mark came down stairs hair still wet "Mark help me" Ben cried out holding his arms up to Mark. "Silly boy, never mess with the Camacho family" Mark said sauntering off to the kitchen. Franco finally let go of Ben and the guys got ready for the party. Not long after 4pm Josh, Adam and Tony arrived along with some of Mark's family including his mother and father. Introductions were done all around with Ben introduced as a friend who went to college with Ethan, Adam, Franco and Josh. Mark and Ben went through to the kitchen to pour some wine for the guests. "Your ma and pa seem really nice, do they know about this side of you?" Ben stood next to Mark. Mark smiled glancing at him "Yes I don't keep anything from them, my father is European and very open minded". Ben turned and leaned back against the counter "That must be nice to have". Mark kissed Ben "Glasses bitch now" he said then kissed him again "Please". "I don't think I will be having any tonight" Ben said putting the glasses down next to Mark. Mark laughed "Yes best not to I don't want to end up with a drunk boyfriend on my hands". "HaHa" Ben said sarcastically "So do they know about us?". Mark shook his head "No, but I will give them half an hour or less to work it out". "What do you mean?" Ben's replied as his curiosity piqued. Mark laughed "My parents can read me like a book Ben" they stood in silence as Mark poured the wine. "Are you doing all white or red as well?" Ben asked picking up the red wine. "Red for me Ben please" Ben turned to see Mark's mother walking in to the kitchen. "Mother only drinks red Ben" Mark said giving his mother a kiss on the cheek "Happy you both made it". "Well it was touch and go but our travel plans changed last minute" Maddy said taking the glass from Ben. "Are you heading off somewhere nice?" Ben asked out of interest. Maddy sized him up a second "Yes, we go Spain every year, Mark's father has family there". "Really, wow that sounds great, I would love to see Europe and heard so much about Spain and England" Ben sighed. Mark smiled "Yeah nice trip to Spain and England" he stopped mid sentence and looked up and Ben. "So darling no train wrecks this evening?" Maddy said quickly glancing at Ben then back to Mark. Mark looked at Ben's weird face he was pulling "No mother but I've actually met someone". Maddy noticed the glance at Ben he did before answering "I thought as much you are quite different this evening". Mark looked at his mother "Love at first sight" he said watching his mother nodding and seeing a smile on Ben's face. "About time" she said then looking at Ben "You must both come to dinner and you can tell us about it" and walked out. Mark looked at Ben's expression of being gobsmacked "So that was 10 minutes" he said laughing. Ben look at him "Is she okay about it?" he asked. Mark laughed "Yes, she always said I would be better off with a man and she has invited you to dinner". "And did you mean what you said to her?" Ben asked walking over to Mark. Mark just looked him in the eye nodding, Ben threw his arms around him and kissed him so passionately they lost their balance and fell to the floor unable to let go of each other. Something just clicked with Ben and Mark and instantly they both knew their love for each other was far beyond words. It took for Angelo and Mark's father David to come in to the kitchen to find out where the drinks had got to before they stopped kissing. "Mark you was not brought up like that" David said laughing with Angelo. Mark stood up and left Ben on the floor "Sorry dad, he just does that to me" he held out his hand to Ben helping him up. "Looks very serious whatever you two have going on" David stood smiling his arm around Angelo's shoulder. Ben stood up looking at Angelo's smirk "So what is the story here then?" Angelo said looking at both of them. Mark put his arm around Ben "Okay might as well make it official, we are seeing each other". David nodded and looked at Ben's embarrassed face "Good finally someone made sense of you". Angelo gave Ben a hug "Thank you, you have no idea what this means" he whispered to him. Ben also got a hug from Mark's father something he hadn't ever expected to have been so warmly received by Mark's parents. David and Angelo picked up several glass and walked back in to the lounge. Ben was still a bit dazed but something was bothering him that he had to know "How close is you family to Angelo?". Mark stopped pouring wine "Hmm, so tell me why you are asking that?" he replied. "Don't know something about the way your father had his arm around Angelo" Ben said then he looked at him. Mark shook his head smiling "You will need to keep up when I tell you this as it sort of gets complicated". Ben had a worried looked on his face "Oh I see". Mark smiled "My uncles wife's sister is married to Angelo's uncle, Franco's father". Ben stood confused but it was gradually sinking in "So is that how you are so close with Angelo?". "No, I knew Angelo well before we found that out" Mark said handing glasses of wine to Ben. They returned to the lounge joining the rest of the party where Ben was immediately swept away by Ethan to join the college group. Franco was talking with Adam and Josh all of whom had wine, Ben and Ethan were the only ones not drinking out of their own choice. Ben kept glancing over his shoulder to look at Mark. "You have got it badly haven't you?" Ethan said nudging Ben. "Got what?" Ben said not listening to Ethan until he nodded towards Mark "Oh, yeah, very badly" he voice trailing off. Ethan looked at him "And?" he asked as the others sat and waited. Ben looked at all their face looking at him "Yeah we are dating officially, well he did take my virginity last night". Ethan smiled "Hurts doesn't it the first time" he remembered fondly. Ben nodded "Yeah, we did it bareback as well" he told him in a quiet voice not to be overheard. Ethan looked him in the eye "You got gifted last night?". "Yeah, well sort of, we were both a little drunk. But I am okay with it" Ben said before Ethan could open his mouth. Ethan gave him a hug and they both circulated around the party, as the evening wore on people were heading off until only the Larchmont residents remained. Josh was slightly drunk as Franco had been plying him with wine and they were slumped on the sofa laughing together. Angelo came over and shook his head telling Franco he would have to stay at his otherwise his mother would kill him for letting him drink. Franco waved his cousin off laughing and Josh telling him he had to get moving but on the other hand he was having so much fun with Franco. Josh stood up 'Come on you Angelo is waiting' he held his hand out to help Franco up. It happened very quickly that only Mark saw what happened as he watched Josh struggling to pull Franco up to his feet, Franco grabbed Josh by his other hand and pulled him back down where he fell on top of Franco. Josh panicked slightly but Franco grabbed Josh around the neck with his arm pulling Josh's head forward, he had no time to react as he felt Franco's tongue pushing in to his mouth kissing him. There was no doubt that Franco was strong and he kept hold of Josh giving him a deep kiss, Josh managed to pull free of him climbing to his feet he ran out of the house quick as a flash and sat on the front doorstep tears rolling down his face. Mark put his hand up to the others to stay put whilst he went outside and sat next to Josh. "Josh what happened?" Mark said putting his arm around him. Josh sniffed "Sorry I am being dramatic and he is drunk". Mark nodded "I shouldn't worry about it Josh, sometimes people do crazy things when they drink". Josh put his head down "Yeah but they fuck with your head when they do". "Josh don't waste your time thinking about something that won't happen" Mark said. Josh nodded "We were having such a great night as friends then he did that to me". They could hear raised voices coming from the house and Mark detected Angelo tearing at his cousin in a big way. Franco came storming out of the house stumbling as he did so followed by Angelo who apologised to Mark and Josh and carried on after Franco. Ethan came out shortly after carrying Angelo's coat. "Sorry Josh, Angelo is mad as hell with Franco and taking him home" he said looking at Mark and Josh. Josh looked up "It's okay Ethan, really it is". "Well see you tomorrow for lunch" Ethan said as he rushed down the driveway to catch them up. Mark patted Josh on the shoulder "Want to go inside, stay here tonight Josh". Josh hugged Mark "Thank you". Adam and Tony left leaving just the three of them in the house as they cleaned up. Ben chatted away to Josh as they put the glasses away, he still didn't fully know what had happened and sensed that Josh wasn't up to talking about it. Mark came back in to the kitchen and called time on the clean up operation and showed Josh up to the bedroom. Ben showered and came out seeing Mark sitting on the bed obviously thinking about something. "Josh on your mind?" Ben said drying himself off. Mark nodded "Franco forced himself on Josh, I know he was drunk but still family don't act like that". "Crap yeah, I keep forgetting that your all related" Ben looked mildly amused. Mark looked at him "You think it's funny do you?" reaching out and pulling Ben on the bed laughing. Ben looked in to Mark's eyes "Fuck I love you so much". Mark pinned Ben on the bed and licked Ben's lips 'Show me how much' he whispered as they kissed slowly, Ben pushed Mark on to his back and began kissing down along his body, his tongue licked along the shaft of Mark's cock up to the tip and letting his lips take over surrounding it from all sides slowly and seductively working their magic.

Part 2. It was a Fall gray gloomy evening. I anxiously drove to the given address. It took a good hour. I parked across the street from an older historic style Bungalow home. Unkept exterior. Nothing unusual in this neighborhood. Though, the exterior was dark. It had a front porch with railings that needed work and dead ivy growing to the ceiling. Shrubs that needed trimming. A wrought iron gate around the yard. A gravel driveway that led to a large leaning garage in the back. No vehicles in the driveway. My gaze looked up toward the peak and I saw a round disk diagram star nailed to the upper front exterior wall. I slightly shuttered came over me. My skin began to get chilled. Was I at the right house? It looked abandoned. Though there were some dimly lit windows. I approached the house. some scattered leaves blew in front of me. As to block me. I stepped on them to make a crunching sound. I knocked on the door and stood silently. I heard nothing, but wind blowing leaves. Then I heard “Hey! Over hear.” to my surprise was a shadowy figure sitting in the shadow of the porch. I must have jumped and twisted toward the voice. “Hail Sarah Palin!”. I uttered the same response. The figure man stood up and was taller than I thought. He glided across the porch floor toward me. An illusion since there was no lights on. His arms reached out toward me and embraced me. His left arm slithered down and cupped my crotch and further to my rear ass. He gave a firm grasp of my right ass cheeks. He said, “Come inside.” The unlocked tall door opened up so effortlessly. he still had his had down at my ass kneading my ass cheek and fingering my ass crack. Inside was no different in temperature; cold. And, my eyes were straining to see inside for lack of lighting. The door shut behind us. The wall sconce lights came on dimly to light the walls that had embossed blood burgundy color wall paper. Tall ceilings and dark stained wood floor. Around front room was a main fireplace. A small gas flame flared up to light the fake logs. Above the mantle was a large 4’x6” oil painting what appear to be rows of corn. The painting was disturbing. Perhaps because of the dark colors and the twisting of the corn with a single path leading into darkness. Darkness that seemed mesmerizing and draws the eye in further. Jason was still clinging to me. I was getting excited since my cock was showing signs of getting bigger in my tight jeans. I felt the warmth of the fire inside the fireplace. He guided me to a leather couch and we sat next to each other. At this time I reached out and felt his chest. He was proud as he felt my hands touch his chest. He closed his eyes and took a steady breath inward to extend his chest even further. His right hand firmly grasp around my wrist and pushed further into his upper chest. Pulling my had down to his abdomen and finally to his crotch. Inside his pants was one big hard throbbing cock! Jason spoke up after a few minutes of us fondling each other. “You know why you are here…don’t you?” I looked at him with a sly smirk and said, “Well, yeah!” He responded and said, “I don’t think so!” He proceeded to remove my hand from his crotch and he stood up. He looked so impressive towing over me. He took a few steps toward the fireplace and gazed into it with a silent stare. He spoke in a methodical deep voice. “We want you to join our family. You see, I represent the…clan. A group of close-knit and interrelated group of men. With strong common interest.”

My asshole was waiting in anticipation of how these hot leather men were going to use my hungry hole. Slowly the sling was raised a bit higher so my twitching hungry hole was right at Joe mouth. He licked my asshole so,tenderly telling me how much he desired to taste a newly Poz hole and how it needed to lust for so much more.Deeper and deeper his tongue probed into my willing hole . Mark took a condom filled with Poz cum and gave it to Joe who proceeded to spread my hole open more lick it ,and then push the cum filled condom into my hungry hole. As Mark held my hole open Joe took a black candle and pushed the Poz filled condom deeper into my gripping hole. Then the sling with my ass end was raised a bit higher and Mark and Joe lit the candle hanging out of my asshole. The others all gather around and watched as the wax dripped and slowly dripped down the candle rigth to the base making a black ring around my hole. Dam this sure did hurt but at the same time watching in the mirrors above me was also turning me on in a whole new way. Mark and Joe came around to my mouth and were sliding their cocks across my mouth as they made out. Two of the other leatherman brought over a cup filled with Poz cum handed it to Mark and Joe who placed the cum on their out stretched tongue then engage in a hot Poz kissing with some of the Poz seed dripping from their mouths on to my eager lips. I sure was getting more and more into this and barely felt the accumulating wax that had built up around my asshole.Mark and Joe both bent down and together gave me a wet cummy kiss readjusted the sling to a level position blew out the candle and removed what was left of it . They used their fingers to draw with the black wax a biohazard. symbol around my hole and blew on my hot cheeks to harder the wax which was also doing a number on my cock. Joe stood rigth at my hole with his erect cock took the black another black candle and pushed it in my asshole till I felt it against the previously cum filled condom up my ass.He told me that it contained all these leathermen's Poz seed. He was going to punch a hole in the condom with the candle and let all the Poz seed lubicate my hole for each of the men to drill it in deeper and deeper . Joe was the first to insert his raging Poz tool into my hungry hole .at first I barely felt it with all that cum in me till he pushed deeper and deeper getting past my second asshole ring driving the cum deeper into me. Mark meanwhile was fucking my face as the other two leather men in leather hoods were chewing on my nipples. My erect 8 inch cock was fully aroused and beginning to leak precum . I watched in the mirror above me as one of the hooded leathermen placed a condom on my cock and rolled in down my erect 8 inch leaking Poz cock. Dam what was this for? I thought, but was enjoying Joe fucking my hungry hole to pay much attention to it .he would slowly back out of my hole and the quickly push back in my wanting lusting hole brining me closer and closer to shooting my cum , but the slow down and almost take his cock all the May out then plunge right back ?FUCK my cock was leaking more and more precum into the rubber . Joe asked me " what do you want ,TELLme ! " "I replied I need your Poz seed in me FUCK IT DEEP BRED ME" and with that JOE began to drive his Poz cock faster and faster into me as I was begging him to recharge my lusting cunt .I looked into his eyes as I could feel him getting closer and he bent over me kissed me and we both shot our hot Poz loads I laid there in excasty wondering what would come next???