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"I think I'm gonna cancel. I don't care who wins and besides, tomorrow's Valentine's day. Let's snuggle up and watch it together." This was my usual bullshit and she wasn't having any of it. "This is your usual bullshit," she said patiently. "You know you'll have fun. You love John!" "..." "Frankly I'm offended you tried to use Valentine's day. Have some self respect." She was genuinely kidding. I laughed and said, "I admit I panicked. But you're right. John is awesome and I should go." John was awesome and I did want to go. ***** He was right around the corner. We had a six pack in the fridge so I grabbed that and walked over. I knocked a couple of times and he opened the door. "Hey! I didn't think you'd come. How's Sally?" "Oh she's great. She sends her regrets but would rather die than watch the Superbowl." John laughed more than he needed to and I came inside. There were only a couple of other guys there. He hadn't said, but I assumed John would have a bigger crowd but in fact there were just a two other guys. Both of them were like visibly gay. John didn't read as gay. Big and burly, he seemed like one of the guys. I definitely wasn't homophobic but I felt a little uncomfortable because I sometimes had gay fantasies. I'd never acted on them but at this point in my life I kinda figured why not... And I had a crush on John... And I think he knew it. We were all enjoying John's margaritas and I realized going over without eating lunch had been a mistake. One of the other guys, Tedd, took a liking to me. He was maybe mid 30s, but with a youthful look. i liked his tattoos and told him so. John was being his usual charming self and made sure my drink stayed full. He also made sure to be cool, cornering me as I came back from the bathroom and saying seriously "Hey, Tedd wants to fuck you. That's fine with me but I know you and Sally have a good thing going so think twice.. and make sure you know what you're in for." My tongue was loosened by the Tequila. "Tedd is fucking hot." Then I lied. "Sally knows I mess around with guys." He reached his hand back and down my jeans. His finger probed my anus. My dick started to stiffen. "He's got a big dick and you're really tight.... But alright faggot, have fun!" He said brightly. **** I wandered back into the living room as John's other friend was leaving. "Tell John I said bye. I've got a shift." I sat back on the couch. It was half-time. I was so horny and drunk and nervous I'd lost track of the game. Tedd sat next to me and got right to it, undoing his pants and pulling out his cut dick. I stared, frozen for a moment. He grabbed my head and gently pushed down. I scrambled down and sucked his penis into my mouth. My first time. It was harder than my girlfriends and wife made it seem! I struggled to take him as he got hard. He kept calling me "Bud". It was weird. "Suck my cock, bud." "Yeah that's it, bud." "You want to get fucked in the ass, bud?" My heart skipped a beat. I pulled my mouth off him and said "Yes... But here?" "Oh it's fine. John knows what's up. He said he was gonna work out. His equipment is in the garage." "Don't worry. I'll get some lube, bud." He headed into John's bedroom and I heard him in some drawers. I kicked off my shoes and undid my jeans. I pulled them off with my underwear leaving me nude from the waist down. I pulled off my shirt next. I was buck naked in my gay neighbors place waiting to get fucked in the ass by a man. My heart was pounding. He came back with a big pump tub of lube and what I recognized from gay porn I'd watched as poppers. Tedd maneuvered my body so I was on my knees on the couch facing the back. "Does John have any condoms?" "I didn't find any, bud." He squirts a glob of lube on his hand and slops it on my hole and slicks up his cock. He comes up behind me and hands me the poppers. "This'll make it easier, bud." I inhaled and my head spun for a minute. He slid inside me. Tedd fucked me hard, slapping against my ass. His dick was big and uncomfortable inside me but I loved it. It was hot knowing he was fucking me bare. He was definitely going to breed me, I was sure of that. I could tell he was close. I could tell he was trying not to cum. He didn't last. He pounded my hole for a few seconds and then pulled out. I stayed still, panting, as he jerked more cum against my hole. "fuck, you've got a tight hole, bud."

Moving on... ------- Chapter 2.1 - A Reunion ------- "hey dude long time no talk u ok?" was the message that popped up on Ric's regular phone. It had been over a month since Ric had visited Joe at his brother's place right after he moved into his first dorm room. School had kept him busy and he really didn't want Joe to think he was clinging to him. He'd rather have a few visits rather than none, so he figured that he would let Joe contact him rather than chatting all the time like he wanted. He got excited, but didn't want to show it, so he sent "Been busy with school but ok. hbu?" an hour later. Seconds later he got a response from Joe "ikr work crazy n we moved 2 new place u want to come see it? ill make dinner." "Gr8. when?" Ric sent back a few minutes later, still trying not to show how happy he was to be talking with Joe again. "Fri? u can spend wkend if no tests" Joe sent back a few seconds later. Ric knew that he had a connection to Joe like he had to few other people. It wasn't just Joe's bug inside of him but he really cared about him. Joe understood how he thought and they were similar in many ways. Joe had changed his life and Ric appreciated it. He remembered that Joe had made a comment when they met at the swim clinic months earlier that they were like brothers and he really did think that. Joe was the brother he never had. He sent back "Friday good. No tests next week." He wanted to add "Horny as fuck" but decided to not press it. "Yay can u get here or shud I send uber?" Joe replied right away and followed up with his new address. Ric copied the address, put it in Joe's contact entry and then plugged it into the maps app to see how to get there. It looked like it would take an hour to get to Joe's apartment via bus but he would rather learn the transit system than impose on Joe. It would also help him be more mobile for his escorting jobs. "I can get there. what time?" Ric asked. "after 5:30pm Kyle wont b home til 7" Joe answered and Ric sent back "K". The week seemed to drag and he could hardly wait until Friday afternoon. As he sat in the lecture hall waiting for his 2pm class to start he sent a message to Joe "bring anything?" and about five minutes into class got a reply from Joe - "condoms lol speedo 4 pool" He hoped Joe was joking about condoms because he was counting on taking and giving several loads with him and Kyle. He hadn't thought about bringing a swim suit so he added it to the list of things to pack. He finished his two afternoon classes before he went back to his dorm. As was the norm for his floor, there were several drunk people already staggering down the halls. He realized some people set up their schedule so they didn't have classes on Friday afternoon and could start the party early. Ric put on some jogging shorts, grabbed a towel, his shower stuff and walked down the hall. He knew that both tattoos were at least partially visible, but after his experiences in the shower lately he decided that he wasn't going to hide them anymore. No one seemed to care or notice. He cleaned out, showered and walked back to his room, spotting several guys checking him out. One bumped into him, knocking him against the wall and felt him up before saying "Fuck yeah. Thanks, hot stuff" and then stumbled away. Ric laughed and walked back to his room. He dressed in the outfit he picked out the night before - the jeans Joe had bought him at their first meeting, a low cut tank that showed off his body, chest hair and parts of the upper tattoo and some sandals. Ric went through his list and packed his backpack full of the few things he knew he needed for the weekend. He even had scored a bag of weed since he knew Joe and Kyle loved it. He was sure the guy, Larry, screwed him on the price since he had no idea what it should cost, but at least he threw in a package of rolling papers and a lighter. Larry called it the "New Customer Package." He waited for the elevator to come and looked around. Two girls were leaning against a wall kissing, a pair of guys were talking to each other and another guy was squeezing his cock through his jeans as he glanced around. Another guy came up just as the elevator arrived and smiled at Ric. "Lookin good, Ric" the guy said, giving him a wink. Ric couldn't remember the guy's name, but obviously the other guy knew his. They piled into the elevator and the guy that had been grabbing his junk stood in front of Ric. He backed up and ground his ass on Ric's crotch, letting out a soft moan as he felt Ric's cock stiffen. Ric made a mental note that there were at least a few more queer people than he thought on his dorm floor and some were interested in playing, or at least flirting. It was only his second time on the bus but he at least had a clue this time. He had to transfer twice but showed up a block away from Joe's apartment at 5:20pm. Ric was almost relieved to get off the bus with several guys eyeing him. He wasn't sure if they were horny or looking to mug him. Hopping off the bus, he was so nervous he almost wanted to open the bag of pot and roll himself a joint, but he didn't know how. "Another thing I need Joe to teach me" Ric thought. He walked a few blocks in the wrong direction and then got the map app take him to Joe's building showing up just a few minutes after 5:30. Ric slowly went through the directory and found an entry for "Joe N Kyle", he crossed his fingers and pressed the button. "Yo" came Joe's voice over the speaker. "It's Ric" he said and heard the door buzz. Ric went in and called an elevator, pressing 4 as he got in. He laughed to himself, thinking the building was close to the one that he had met Paul at for the escorting gig when he was touring the university the previous Spring. He got out on the fourth floor and found Joe's apartment and tapped on the door. Joe opened it, dressed only in some thin, silky shorts with the tail of the scorpion tat poking above the waistband. "Fuck yeah. It's so good to see you" Joe yelled out, dragging Ric into the apartment by his jeans. Before he could even set down his backpack, Joe had him planted against the wall kissing him deeply. Ric was a little surprised but was kissing him back almost immediately. Their tongues danced and spit was swapped back and forth for a minute until Joe stepped back and looked Ric over. "Shit, just as sexy as you were last time. God, I've missed you. I like the mustache with the beard. You've lost some weight though. Bad food or is the bug hittin you?" Joe said, licking his lips. "I can say the same. I see the mohawk is coming back. It looks hot, but I think you got the weight I lost. For me, I guess its from stress and crappy food" Ric replied, chuckling. "Toss your bag in the bedroom, I need to chop some shit up for dinner" Joe said as Ric looked around. Everything seemed to be new and he looked out of the large windows at the hazy cityscape. He spied the doors across from the kitchen and looked inside the left one and saw the bed. He dropped his backpack inside and fished out the baggie of pot before walking back into the living room. Ric dropped the baggie on the coffee table and then made his way to the kitchen. Leaning up against the wall he watched Joe chop some veggies up and was surprised at how good he seemed to be. "Watch a lot of cooking shows on TV or did you go to school for that?" Ric asked. "Too many cooking shows while totally baked in college. Sometimes a souffle sounds really good when you're stoned, sometimes its a bag of chips" Joe replied as he kept slicing and dicing. "I guess I'll have to learn that skill but my toaster oven is probably not going to cut it" Ric replied. "You really need to get out of the dorms. Find a good roommate or two and get an apartment. Preferably ones that love to fuck" Joe replied, laughing loudly. "Well, I know I'm stuck for at least freshman year. I finally found a decent roommate though. It was my third try. If there's anyone I want to poz up for revenge its the first one. Fuckin homophobic prick" Ric replied. "God, there's a couple that I'd love to do that to. A coach too. Damn I can see that asshole on his knees begging for cock, too. I've heard a few stories. Maybe he was jealous. I was fuckin all the star athletes, just not him" Joe said as he chopped harder. Ric was a little worried that his temper was going to make him slice something other than veggies. Joe finished the onion and turned to Ric with a big grin. "The only one that got pozzed was the one you helped me with. I never thought I had a chance to tap him again after I got knocked up, but you were the one that made it happen" Joe said. Slowly he walked over and hugged Ric again before kissing him once more. Ric wasn't sure how to take Joe's comment until Joe said "You're still the best escorting gig I've done. It wasn't about pozzing you. Hell, I would have loved to do that same meet if I was neg. At the start you didn't even want to admit you were gay. I just wanted to teach you it's ok to be queer and you need to be happy with who you are. I saw a lot of myself in you and remember how hard it was to understand I was gay" Joe said, pausing for another kiss. "I told you I look at us like brothers and I mean it." Joe said. Ric hugged Joe and kept pulling him tighter. "You're like the brother that I always wanted. Whether my dad really knew what he was doing when he hired you, I have no idea. I'm so glad he did, because it could have turned out much worse. You cared. You tried to make me into a better person and you have" Ric said as he began to kiss Joe. It was a minute later before Joe dragged Ric to the couch and the two continued groping and kissing each other. It took another few minutes and Ric's shirt was on the floor. A minute later, Joe's shorts were nearby. Ric's shoes and jeans were next and the two studs were grinding against each other wearing only matching black jockstraps. Joe laughed. "I broke the first rule of escorting with you, but I don't regret it. Sometimes instinct is better than rules" he said, giving Ric's cock a firm squeeze. Joe moved first, working his way down Ric's neck before latching on to his left pierced nipple and sucking on it. After a few minutes he felt Ric's cock break free of the top band on the jockstrap he'd bought Ric on their first meeting. Joe moved over to the right side and sucked on and played with Ric's right nipple. After a few minutes he worked his way further down before he kissed the biohazard tattoo, with Ric's hard cock poking under his chin. Joe licked over the covered tip of Ric's cock before wrapping his lips over the end and sucking on it. He was a little disappointed that all he tasted was clean skin, but knew that was only going last a short time. Ric put up no resistance when Joe raised up his hips and began moaning loudly when Joe's face pressed into his ass. He raised his hands up and pulled his legs back, trying to spread his legs wider to give Joe better access. Joe dug his tongue in deeper and began to tongue fuck Ric's hole. Joe gave a quick tug and his cock was free of the jockstrap pouch and dripping precum all over his new couch. He remembered the first time he tried this and Ric just laid there moaning. Now he was working his hole around Joe's tongue like an expert bottom. Joe worried that since he didn't taste any lube, Ric didn't want or expect to get fucked, but his hole was clean and ready. He forced some more spit in and felt Ric relax his hole. Joe desperately wanted to feel Ric's ass gripping his cock again. He knew it wouldn't be that virgin hole he popped almost a year ago, but it would probably feel even better. Joe licked up from the hole over Ric's taint and gripped the bulge in his jockstrap with his teeth. He heard a growl from Ric and lowered his ass down, rubbing his cock between the two muscled mounds. "I own this hole" Joe snarled as he speared his cock into the tight pucker, squeezing in a few inches and then glared at Ric's face. Ric grinned and replied "You fuckin' do. Been a long time since you been in it. Show me how bad you need it." Joe pulled back and thrust back in several inches. "That all ya got?" Ric asked and seconds later started to laugh. "Asshole. We can't all be hung like you. Even your dad isn't" Joe replied, starting to laugh before he could even finish his sentence. Joe pulled back until the head of his cock was tight against Ric's outer ring and plunged back in. "Yeah, that's more like it!" Ric said. Joe continued the long strokes and realized that this was a very different fuck than he'd ever had with Ric. It was playful and fun, just like two brothers might have and how many of his fucks with his brother Mark were. They watched each other's faces, realizing how much both were enjoying it. Their comments were taunting, but never intending to hurt the other. He plowed away, feeling Ric's hole get slicker with precum and it just let him fuck faster. Ric pulled his face down and kissed him briefly before he started to milk Joe's cock. "You want this poz load, bro?" Joe asked as his thrusts got harder. "Won't do no good. You knocked me up a long time ago" Ric replied as he clamped down on Joe's cock. Joe chuckled as he kept pounding Ric's ass. His mind raced, trying to find a good comeback and just as he slowed his thrusts down he said "You better be leaving a trail of newly charged freshman." On his fourth hard thrust, Joe's cock sprayed out his charged load inside Ric's hungry pussy. He looked down and Ric was in bliss before he closed his eyes and emptied his balls. He knew how Ric felt at that moment. Feeling another man flood your guts with cum always felt good, but when you were as connected as they were, it was a million times better. When Joe's cock stopped pulsing he leaned forward and kissed Ric again. He realized this was as close to his connection with Kyle as he'd ever felt with anyone besides his brother. In some ways it scared him but it also felt so right. The smile on Ric's face told him he wasn't the only one. He slowly pulled out and looked down, seeing a few streaks of cum nestled in Ric's chest hair and chuckled. Ric opened his eyes and breathed deep. "Thank you" Ric said softly. "No, Thank you" Joe replied.

I've been following this story recently. Really good! It's striking a good blend of realism (e.g. his initial roommate problems) with hot fiction (e.g. the breeder-friendly clinic and staff). Ric's background has him out and proud about being gay, and confident about his poz status. When he was fucking Jack, he made sure Jack knew that the first one was free, but if he did it twice, he was locked onto a path to conversion. Loved that part! Gabe was even better when he started out hesitant, but once he was horny, demanded that Ric cum in him twice because he didn't get enough in him the first time. I love a greedy hole. One of my favorite lines was when Ric called out "Thanks, Jim. Let me know if its a boy or girl" in front of Jim's co-workers. This boy doesn't give a shit who knows, and I love him for it. Then there's the part where he casually works on corrupting the nerdy couple into fucking bareback. Laying the groundwork... :) With all of the references to your older story I'm going to have to find time to go back and read it (or re-read, I forget by now). Ric's high school year sounds really hot. It may have started out badly with the female hooker, but it sounds like he certainly recovered well and made the best of it - as any horny 18yo boy will. Looking forward to more!

Part 12 Kids eyes were wide open, his mouth was open but nothing was coming out. Frank slowed his pace saying he didn’t want to cum to soon. He wanted to damage the kid more My Friend motioned for me to cum over in front of the Kid. He bent me over and one of the guys came up behind me and slid his cock up my ass. The guy had a nice cock and I must admit I really need this. My friend reached under me and started milking my cock. The Kid had a great View of this. My friend told the Kid that this is what he is getting, The kid mumbled “ Fuck him good “. I was using my ass muscles to grab and milk the guys cock but between the Meth in my ass and the milking it was difficult to work it right. The guy in my ass said he was about to cum and I felt his cock swell. At the same time I felt my nuts tighten up. The guy in mt ass stated moaning and I felt his cock star spasming in my butt, I groaned and stared shooting my load. I wasn’t sure how much there was but I can’t remember a harder climax. It seemed to last forever, until I was weak kneed and exhausted. The guy pulled out and I started to stand up but my friend had other ideas. Me must have had his hand under me and he stared putting my cum in my ass crack. He moved me around to that my ass was in font of the kids face and pulled my cheeks apart. He asked the kid if he could see all that delicious cum, the kid was panting and said yes. He pushed me back and the kid stared licking the crack. My friend said “ Get your tongue inside, the deeper you get the better it tastes “. The kid struggled to get in my ass but in the position on the bench he couldn’t get much but the kids training on rimming was going better than expected. Before long he will be sucking ass like a pro. Frank was pumping in the kids ass and was enjoying what he saw. He said that this kid was a true slut and with his cock he was going to be making grandchildren for his aids babies long after I’m gone. I went around and started milking the kids cock, I wanted to time it so he came when Frank was impregnating him. Frank said that he was about to cum. All the guys there crowded around to see the kids final conversion into a Pozzed up tweaker. Frank asked the kid if he wanted his AIDS load and get knocked up, the kid replied “ Yes, Knockup my cunt, Rippe me in half, I need it !”. Frank slammed forward, ripping the tender roughed up pussy of the kid. Frank growled and said “ Here it cums you fucking worthless Fagot slut”. At the same time I pulled on the kids cock and he started cumming. He was yelling and squealing with the pulsing of his cock. I saw Franks cock pulsing. It seems to go on for ever. I never realized how much he shot. That is probably another reason he has some many notches on his belt. I was also surprised how much cum the kid shot out. I scooped up as much as I could and took it around to the kid to lick off my fingers, which he did. Frank stayed in the kids cunt for a bit relaxing then he got real still. I knew what was happening. He asked the kids if he could feel that. The kid hesitated for a second then moaned a yes. Frank asked him what was he feeling. The kid response that he could feel a warm rush inside him. Frank said what do you think it is? The Kid said it as his piss. Frank asked “ What kind of piss ?”. The Kid said “ Chem piss “. Frank said “ Yes. Infected Chem piss”. Frank asked “ Where is it going?” The kid answered “ In my Worthless fag cunt, Sir”. Frank Pulled out, I scooped some of the Piss, cum and blood mixture with my fingers and pushed my fingers into the kids mouth. I told him to suck my fingers clean. Frank added a mark on the kids butt with an ‘ A ‘ on it.

He rings the doorbell and knocks on the door of an unassuming house in a friendly neighborhood in a small city. Just as he did the door before, and the one before that. He was a door-to-door salesman in his mid 20's. Standing around 6ft tall, with an average body, having brown hair and brown eyes. He puts on a smile as someone approaches the door, He hasn't had much luck the past couple of months. The door opens to an elderly man, he appears to be in his 70s at least, thin gray hair on a receded hairline, liver stops, glasses, and hands moving in tremors. He wore slippers and a long robe, which didn't seem odd to the salesman as it was early evening. His managers and coworkers call men like this easy money. The salesman didn't like that but he was struggling. The older man was talkative and friendly and introduced himself as Bill. Bill consented to let the Salesman take a look at his home, first the outside as the sun wouldn't last, then inside to see if there were any renovations or damages that needed to be fixed. While inspecting inside and looking for any water damage he noticed a large collection of porn, it was all fairly modern. He also caught a glimpse of a small silver tray with some white residue on it. He snickered to himself as he had a coke tray at home too. He also caught a glimpse of several bongs, pipes, and bottles. He thought that he might have a younger person living here. The house was in incredibly good condition, but the salesman had to sell and as his coworkers said, men like Bill were easy money. So he asked Bill if they could sit and talk about his findings. Bill led him to the table and asked him if he would like anything to drink and offered, Water, Milk, tea, or wine. He chose tea and Continued conversation asking about his wife or kids. A bill came back with a glass of wine for himself and set the tea in front of the salesman he explained that he is a widower and lives alone. the salesman began to go over his findings, taking a drink from the tea he noticed it was a southern sweet tea. Bill, was very chatty while going over the findings, And halfway through he takes out a box rig vape, and starts vaping. Offering some to the salesman, who declines and finishes his tea. After he is done reporting and starts to try to sell Bill on some repairs that are less than critical. Bill offers the vape again. The salesman accepts this time wanting to come across as more friendly and outgoing to make the sale. As he takes a big rip It tastes like nothing he has ever had. He plays it off and continues his pitch. He takes another big hit before handing it back to Bill. Bill takes another hit and gets up and wants to confirm some of the water damage. As they get up to go look, the salesman is starting to feel warm and tingly, but also a bit slow. They get up to the room where he found the porn stash, pipes, and more. The salesman was feeling very warm and very horny now but still manages to tell Bill that its in the closet in the top corner. Bill opens up the closet revealing all the porn. Looking up to the spot indicated he agrees, then quickly asks if the salesman likes porn. The salesman has taken a seat on the bed because his head is spinning. Bill, notices and puts on a DVD. A hot redheaded pornstar appears on the TV getting gangland. the salesman knows who it is and expresses that she is one of his favorites. Bill agrees and tells him to make himself comfortable. The salesman noticed that he was touching himself and had been the entire time Bill watched him, Moving towards his stash of bongs and pipes he takes out a little water piper with a circular bowl and poured a bit of crystal in it. he brought it over to the salesman and put it in his mouth and then lit the bowl. Time and time again the salesman hit this pipe feeling more and more hot, dizzy, and horny. He had never felt this way and he was so hot he needed to get out of his clothes. At this point, it was too late for the salesman who took little to no persuading for sexual experiences he had never had or thought he would ever have as he was straight. I agreed to Bill sucking his cock, it felt amazing but in no time he went flaccid. Bill then started to kiss suck and lick his nipples, and worked his way down to sucking on his toes. After that went back up asking his guest to flip over and ate his asshole with extreme enthusiasm. The salesman was writhing in pleasure. Bill came up and lay on his naked body. and started whispering into his guest's ear caressing and rubbing his cock all over his ass. Bill's whispers rang true in his spinning head, he did like it, he did feel good, he did want to smoke more of that pipe, and it was only fair that he return the favor. After taking a big hit of the pipe bill blew the cloud onto his guest's cock and then sucked it, and expressed that he do the same. So with lungs full of smoke the Salesman gets ready, blows out a cloud, and puts the first dick he haver has had in his mouth and sucks. Bill's cock was big and thick but it did not get hard. As the salesman sucked, lost in the clouds of how horny he was. After a while Bill grabs his head and pulls him up for a kiss on the mouth, Thrusting his tongue deep inside his guest's mouth. Then he asks how his guest's asshole feels and if he has ever put anything in his ass. The salesman's asshole felt a way it had never felt before, hot, sensitive, Almost hungry. He had never had anything in his ass before, always felt repulsed by the thought, then Bill said he would show him. Bill gave him the pipe and then left to go grab something. As he inhaled He thought about how good this all felt and how he never thought he would do any of this being raised in the church. That thought made him even hornier. Bill came back with a douche and taught him how to cleanout. Even the feeling of warm water going into him felt so good. and when he was ready Bill had an assortment of Dildos and vibratos lined up on the bed. He showed him how to lube up and said that he would get it started. Grabbing a white vibrator with rounded balls increasing in size towards the base. The salesman was nervous, feeling the pressure of the head against his hot sensitive hole it felt good, almost calming. as the pressure slowly increased he felt immense, please. The little give as the dead of the vibrator popped inside left him with a pleasure he had never had experienced even with women. After the second ball was in all nervousness had faded and he craved more. After the 3rd ball went it he felt like this was right. Bill let him take over. He explored with that toy eventually working the whole thing down to the last ball into his ass, he was so lost in his pleasure he only kind of noticed the man in his 70s watching him stroking his cock, and handing him a bigger, anatomically correct dildo. The salesman took it and in not too long had worked the whole thing inside him noting how much more he liked this shape. he fucked himself and put on a real show for Bill. Bill stocking his cock and asked him question after question about if he liked everything so far. making his guest admit out loud to liking all of it, multiple times While he was all over him and even getting him to suck his cock again. The salesman was taken advantage of all night and when the sun finally rose Bill fell asleep, and the salesman was coming down. He was starting to feel ashamed and not quietly got dressed grabbed his stuff and snuck out. Over the next few days he hated himself for what happened, he thought about possibly reporting Bill. Later that week he realized Bill had filled out some paperwork for optional work. but he didn't turn it in. Three months later though, he found himself at Bill's door, A text on his phone asking if he could stay the night again. He was both disgusted with himself and wanting more. When Bill opens the door, he walks inside having no idea the journey he just started. Almost instantly Bill puts the pipe in his mouth and says "Cory, boys like you are easy money" This is based on my life events, but some details have been changed. So there is quite a bit more.

I'm travelling in Belize and have been on one of the islands for a while. Grindr isn't really used here so there were only 3 profiles on the island, none of them interested me at all. I am leaving in 2 days so gave up hope to get a load in my ass, but tonight suddenly someone was very close to me, he said he always uses condoms though. He's not the type I'd normally give my hole to Because we're in the same hotel it'd be easy for both of us and he decided to give it a go, I'm now jerking off with his load deep inside my guts.

Tom and Kevin I awoke before Kev feeling the best I’d felt in over a year. I had forgotten how right it was to wake up with him in my arms and how he fit perfectly against me pressed against my body with every curve. He smelled so good. When I remembered what happened in the middle of the night a tingling thrill cascaded through my flesh quickly accompanied by a fluttering in my abdomen. Something had changed inside me. Something had changed in my love for him. It was only by feeling this today that I could tell that all the incredible sex we’d had before I left for the Army had been purely physical for me. My immense love had been purely emotional. But they had never met, separated by a chasm that deepened every time I told myself I wasn’t gay and I was unable to see that before now. Last night the two had melded into something more soul-affirming than my mind could understand. It had nothing to do with fucking Kevin for the first time… fucking felt like such a small, inadequate word for what we did. It was a conduit that allowed our love to flow together, to blend until it was one emotion rather than two separate people feeling a separate, different kind of love for each other. I was still unsure if I was gay, or it was just Kevin. I could be bi, but that didn’t seem to fit either. Having had sex with only two guys wasn’t a large enough sample to reach any easy conclusion. How do you define something that happens because of circumstances and not because you have an overwhelming desire? Before last night, the only reason I wanted to get fucked by Kevin was to make him happy and to feel how into it he was. His heightened excitement was what turned me on. It was the same with Sleeper. The exhilaration of being the person responsible for bringing them to orgasm and for providing them pleasure flipped my dick switch. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t numbed like a prostitute to the sex. It turned ME on to turn THEM on. And the distinction was further complicated by the fact that I could pop a boner just looking at any number of sexy women. I couldn’t say that about men. I could recognize a guy was hot. Sarge was hot. Zeus was hot. Sleeper was hot. Kevin was very hot. But that didn’t turn me on. But last night… I was 110% gay for Kevin. And again, it wasn’t because I’d topped him for the first time. That was just the smallest part of what I’d felt. As I tried to grasp the change inside me my hands explored his body. The inner timekeeper I’d developed in the Army told me it would be an hour or so before sunrise, so it had to be about 0600. For the first time since I joined the Army I slept past 0500. I felt lazy and indulgent. I felt completely relaxed. It occurred to me that Kevin’s body had changed. His muscles, always thick and solid, were harder and more condensed and differentiated. Rather than a single wide meaty back he now had defined areas of proper muscle groupings. Was he working out? I liked it. I liked the strength they exuded. I pulled away so I could run my free hand over his wide back. It was smooth and hairless, unlike his chest. I explored by touch in the dark, noticing how similar the muscles felt to Sleeper’s with their active potential. “If you keep that up you’re going to—“. He paused. “Don’t stop. It feels good.” He avoided a clever quip in favor of honest vulnerability with a deep voiced sleepy mumble. His body was not the only thing that changed. He was comfortable speaking his mind now and making demands. It was a request I could fulfill. I took my time. Now that he was awake, I nudged him over onto his stomach so my hand could wander the entire expanse of his backside. His warm skin was taut riding over the mounds and ridges along his spine. I let my palm travel the valley that it made between his shoulders down his ribs, then further to the meat of his ass which rose like a small hill under the sheets. “Have you been working out?” I asked softly as my fingers traced the perimeter of each glute before lingering in his crack. “Mmmm-hmmm. I joined the track team.” He said. “Do you like it?” I leaned over and kissed his shoulder. “I do. I like it a lot.” I felt my way around him with a firmer hand, squeezing everything I could find. I took my time. It was the first time I had really felt him as another man with the intimate intent to know him beyond sexual need. How had I failed to recognize this perfection all the times before? How had I failed to see the beauty of the strength and power in his body? Before it had been just a comfortable part of him, another piece of the overall presence that was Kevin. But now… the heat of his skin, the way his shoulder blades flared from his back mounded with his rhomboids, trapezius and rear delts, the spread of his large rib cage jacketed by his thick lats, the shoulders that exceeded the reach of my spread fingers, the erectors of his lower back that created a furrow like a freshly plowed field. His butt felt slightly bigger than I remembered, jutting out more in a proud hill. He was smooth there, his cheeks completely hairless and so different from the front of him. He was magnificent. I scooted over to lay my face on his back. His skin smelled like first spring rain. I tasted him with a flick of my wide tongue. Salty, and a hint of musk. I took a longer swipe, savoring the dance of his flavors in my mouth. My eyes were closed and my mouth sought out more of him. I rubbed my face upon him, nuzzling, amazed that I could explore him even more like that and receiving even greater detail than my hands and fingers had discovered. My nose crushed into the hard strips of muscle as my mouth chewed while my tongue bathed him. I missed nothing, licked, nosed, chinned and gently chewed every square inch. I flattened my tongue against his tailbone to drive it up his spine all the way to his neck. Rewetting it, I executed a sweeping turn across his shoulder. I was straddling him now with my knees beside his. I sucked along the hardness of his shoulder blade, first one, then the other before returning to his other shoulder. “You taste amazing.” I whispered in his ear. I had momentary regret that I’d never taken the time to notice him like this before. So much time I wasted lost in allowing him to get everything he wanted from me and only that. And right after the thought a sick fear that I’d deprived him of this part of being with him, the physical adoration of his body, of HIM that traveled beyond the physical into an almost hypnotic need. And I should have known better. Because I fully recognized how powerful and erotic it was to be the source of someone else’s pleasure. And Kevin being the guy he was never pushed me as if he knew I wasn’t ready. But now… I wanted to do things to him just to do them, understanding it would give him pleasure to be on the receiving end of my need without focusing on anything except enjoying myself. I licked his entire back from ass to neck, chewing, sucking, slathering every square inch of skin. I found his tender spots. I reveled in his moaning spots. And then, tackling his big meaty ass I explored that too. I let my hands rub the spit dampened skin of his back while I rubbed my face on his amazing butt. I didn’t tease him like I did Sleeper. Because this wasn’t sex. I had no agenda in this. This was Reverence. Adoration. Worship. And that’s when I understood I couldn’t live without him. My entire nervous system, every nerve from toe to scalp fired off a cascade of explosions and I began to tremble with the realization that by giving him my soul that day in the hallway outside English class I had already decided to be his and it could be nothing less than all of me or I would suffer. I understood the pain I had been in over the last year and some months. I knew I had caused it myself and had been blaming Kevin, the Army, my circumstances…anything but the true culprit: me. How foolish I was, what a complete and utter idiot to think I could arrange it all to satisfy such a misguided plan to relegate Kevin to the past. I was never going to ‘move on with my life’ because Kevin WAS my life. There was nothing more important than him. I felt a shroud lifted from my soul. “Tom, are you okay? You haven’t moved for a while. What are you thinking about?” Another change in Kevin. He was saying more than five words. “You. Me. Us.” I said from the comfortable pillow his ass made for my face. I lay there resting, and thinking. “I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot, Kev.” “I like the Us part.” He said. “It never stopped being Us for me, you know.” I stroked his thigh, kissed his ass cheeks. “I know that now. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize that it’s always been Us for me too.” “Come up here.” He requested, wiggling his ass to shake me off. “But you’re so comfortable. You make a great pillow.” I playfully nipped his skin. “Talk. Now.” He chastised. “Yes. Tarzan talk to boy!” I mocked him and his short guttural sentences. I moved up and immediately missed his butt. He rolled onto his side to face me and we lay face to face with his big leg thrown over mine. I continued running my fingers over his chest and stomach. “Tom…” I sensed the uncertainty in his voice. He was holding back again. I leaned in to kiss him tenderly. He would speak when he felt it was right, but I didn’t like how he seemed to revert to his high school pattern. I’d seen how he’d grown yesterday, no more darting eyes, no hesitancy in his words. He’d become a man. He challenged me in the kitchen… me! The guy he used to follow, from whom he’d accept just about any suggestion. I didn’t want him to be that guy again, not because I didn’t love that guy but because I loved that strength and self assurance I saw in him yesterday. I used the wait to enjoy the feel of his beautiful body. It sounds absurd but it was all new to me this eagerness for him. I found I couldn’t stop touching him and didn’t want to. It excited me. I really wanted to use my mouth on him, but Tarzan wanted talk. And I knew this was important. Finally, “Tom, is this real for you? Is this just you taking a break from exiling me and you’re going to disappear again? Because I don’t know if I can go through that again. Please don’t shut me out. Even if we can’t be together, don’t hurt me again.” He paused. “Please?” And the word was so pitiful it broke my heart. “Never again, Kev.” I began. “I thought I was doing the right thing, even though it hurt both of us. I wanted you to find a boyfriend, someone who could be gay with you. I didn’t think that was me or that I could give you what you needed. I thought we could get past it.” He reached out to stroke my face. “And now?” I took a few breaths. Thinking it was one thing, saying it out loud was another. “Now…I realize I never had a choice. Our Kiss opened something inside of me and you’re the only person who can reach me there. I’ve been fighting to keep you away and it gets harder to do every day because without you I feel empty. I don’t understand it. It doesn’t make any sense.” “You think it’s different for me? It’s not.” He stated. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I knew I would just get hurt. I tried to keep you away too, you know. But I didn’t have a choice either. There were so many things I wanted for you. You had to enlist in the Army and having a boyfriend doesn’t exactly fit with that. I didn’t want to be the reason you couldn’t have your dream. And I know you love women -“ “Not like I love you.” I interrupted. “Neither of us realized that. And I’m still not sure I’ll be enough for you and that you’ll regret giving that up.” I kissed his soft beautiful lips. “If you’re not enough no woman will be.” “So what changed?” I moved closer so that our bodies intertwined. I thought about it. “I’m tired of fighting it, Kev. So tired of fighting. I’m tired of locking you away and not feeling anything. I’m tired of not feeling… you. Me. Us.” “I am too.” He placed his forehead against mine. I wished the sun would come up so I could see his soft grey flannel eyes. “It feels like by giving you up I have to give up ‘me’. It only feels right to be gone when it’s you that gets me there.” He kissed me then. The first time in over a year and this time he pulled me in with just a kiss, he didn’t need to use his eyes. His kiss. His lips. I felt myself soar to a whole other place I’d never been. Instead of losing myself I found him waiting for me there in a peaceful heaven of just us surrounded by his comfortable weightless love that was seamlessly blended with my own swirling eddies. I was the flame and he was the heat. I was a waterfall and he was the lake, a gusting wind that contained the promise of a gentle shower and hope of life. We were elemental here each a part of the whole, without the other’s compliment destined to be diminished. The mirror of our love required a reflection, insisted that there be a corresponding image so that what would otherwise be a hardened glass barrier instead became a doorway to completeness. In this place he gave me my true soul, the one forged of both of us which was solid, unshakable and harmonic. Our soul. There would only be one between us from now on. He rolled me onto my back without breaking the kiss. My entire body flushed with heat responding to his full weight while my arms and legs wrapped him tightly in an embrace. I no longer cared to examine the rightness or where it came from. The size of him excited me. His erect cock pressed beside my own and I couldn’t lay still as I writhed and rubbed as much of him as I could reach. I needed him with a desire and eagerness that manifested as sweet anticipatory pleasure. Just the feel of him had me dancing on the precipice of orgasm and I held myself there at the edge loving the way every movement elicited a deep stimulation of every nerve in my body. When he licked his fingers and lifted his hips I moaned knowing what he would do. I felt his wet fingers probe my hole and I spread myself for him, ready and relaxed as he stretched me gently. The intensity of this feeling threatened to overwhelm me. This was how it should be. This act subsumed all previous sex, showing me how limited it was in its take and give because it was imperfect and unwhole. I had been so sure there was nothing more to sex and that sheer physical pleasure born of pain was the pinnacle. What a foolish boy I was. He coated me with his precum as he rubbed the head of his impressive dick against my opening. He continued to kiss me as I moaned into him. His fist stopped all but the thick head from pressing into me and it was ecstasy. My hips undulated slowly to meet him in the grinding against my hole that had come alive with such unexpected sensitivity I fought the urge of my balls to ejaculate. He hadn’t even penetrated me yet but I could go at any time. I had never been here before. I was alive, needing the pleasure without the pain and it was so wonderful I wanted to cry. The gestalt of the joining of our bodies, our souls, our hearts and our minds flooded me with a nirvana that surged like a supernova that forced all doubts and darkness away. I was purged of every subconscious self recrimination I’d tortured myself with for the past year. His continuing unquestionable love was a catalyst that created a chain reaction that could not be ended, only delayed and I found myself ecstatically thankful he’d waited in his comfortable weightless way for me to grow enough to realize we belonged with each other. I was good enough for him because he MADE me good enough. He slowly entered me and for the first time there was no pain, no adjustment. His gradual sinking made my eyes roll back with the desire for him to fully enter me to the root but also hoping it could go on forever. Oh fuck, this can’t be real. It should be like this every time. Just the smallest movement from him sent waves of pleasure pulsing through every fiber of my being. He poured into me so slow and easy it felt like a long sigh of relief. Our bodies remained pressed together and I used my heels against his ass to pull him further in. He only flexed his hips. So gentle were his movements it felt like everything and not enough at the same time. His cock inside me was just a part of how we joined. I trembled from the feel of his hot skin against mine. I moaned from his sweet loving kiss upon my mouth. I writhed from the comfortable weight of his hard meaty body resting on me. My cock long-spurted my semen between our stomachs and it happened without convulsions in absolute relaxation and relief. His gentle rocking kept on and I realized I still remained on that edge of stimulation. I could cum again any time I allowed it but this was so much better than any orgasm. The potential was several times greater than the conclusion. I wanted this to last for hours. “Oh Tom, I’m going to cum again.” He moaned into my mouth, and just the sound of his voice sent my own cum flowing for the second time, or was it simply a continuation of the first? Lost in this timeless moment with him was the most amazing place to exist. We were everything together. When he stopped moving I didn’t want him to, and I kept moving my hips against him. “Shhhhh.” He whispered. “Settle.” He stroked my face and head soothing me to stillness. I experienced a feeling of joy that I hadn’t left that edge. I was still in the moment of pleasure and I knew I could hold myself here anytime I wanted now, or maybe it was him who could bring me here just by being close to me. “I love you.” I moaned. The sun had risen without my noticing the light that filled my room. It allowed me to look into his soft flannel eyes at last. I kissed his nose. “Stay here just like this.” He grinned, and it was so close to his smirk I experienced another wave of warm pleasure because I’d missed it for so long. I hugged him tight. “Uh… Tom? Mom says to come down for breakfast.” I heard my brother’s voice come from across the room. There was no way he could misinterpret what Kevin and I were doing. The sheets and blankets were at the bottom of the bed, and Kevin lay naked on top of me with my arms and legs wrapped around him. Kevin jerked to roll off of me and somehow that was worse because it left my cum covered torso and still hard dick exposed. I dreaded the explanation. Tim stood there staring at both of us, taking in our nakedness and the evidence of our pleasure. I was trying to think of what to say, how to put it the right way, but was failing miserably to find anything to soothe what must be a horrible shock for him. “Hi Kevin.” He said. “Does this mean you’re boyfriends again?” I started. “What do you mean ‘again’ bro?” Tim shrugged. “Well you were boyfriends in high school, everyone says so. But I know you broke up when you had to go away for the Army. You were so sad, Tom. Are you back together?” I looked at Kevin, who was smirking. Yeah right bud, pretend like you saw this coming. You didn’t expect this any more than I did. I rolled my eyes at him which only deepened his smirk. “You didn’t think people were going to talk to him about it?” He said. I loved this new confidence in him. God, it turned me on. My eyebrows shot up. “No. I mean… not that I thought it was a secret, I just don’t think about people gossiping, it’s not worth my energy.” I replied. I returned my eyes to Tim, whose eyes were roaming from Kevin’s naked body to mine. “Yeah bro, we’re boyfriends again.” I smiled. “Good.” He said. “I’ll tell mom. She’ll be glad.” “Wait! What?” I floundered. “Don’t be dumb, bro.” Tim chastised. God he could be so sweet, and then such an ass. “No one who sees you together can miss it you idiot. And you’re not quiet when he rails you. Geez, mom and dad probably heard you two from their room half the time on your sleepovers. I’ve even jacked off a few times listening through this wall to you guys go at it, it’s kind of incredible to hear. Like hearing two animals fighting with everything they have.” FUCK. ME. RUNNING. Kevin’s knowing smirk was gone and he tensed up. I thought we’d been quiet. Mom and dad never once let on. Tim hadn’t said anything or dropped any sly hints. Holy fuck. My dad. My dad knew and never said anything. And now I’d never have a chance to talk to him about it. I knew the love for me he must have had to keep quiet about it and let it happen, to welcome Kevin like another son as if it was just the most natural thing. I felt my tears start. Kevin kissed me. “It’s okay, babe.” He cupped my face. And it was. He called me ‘babe’. I was sad, and happy, and aroused at the same time. Only Kevin could do this to me. Tim had come over to the bed. My bed wasn’t big, just a twin, but he lay down next to me and I was sandwiched between them. Tim pulled my arm around his shoulders and laid his head on my chest. Kevin kept kissing and nuzzling my face. “I miss dad, Tom.” Tim said. “He was a really good dad.” They let me cry like that for a few minutes and I felt the tears let up. When I finally found my voice I said “Yeah Tim. I don’t know what we are going to do without him, but we’ll be alright. We just have to be the men he wanted us to be.” I kissed my little brother’s head and hugged him. Tim raised his head up and smiled. “You’re the best big brother I could ever have. And you smell like cum.” That little fucker. So sweet and such an ass. “ I put my hands behind my head. “That’s all mine. Kevin’s went somewhere else.” I said with satisfaction. “Yeah, I know where it went. I’ve heard you beg him to fuck it up your ass enough times. Doesn’t it hurt? I mean, look at his dick… it’s huge.” I laughed. “Oh fuck yeah it hurts. Or at least it used to. I liked that pain and wanted it to hurt as much as he could dish out. But not now. Now we have something better. Not that I would stop him from taking me like an animal again, there’s something incredible about it. But the gentle loving is … wow! So much better.” Tim put his head back on my chest. “Maybe I should get a boyfriend and find out.” He reached out before I could stop him and grabbed Kevin’s semi-hard cock. “Just not with a dick this big. Jesus.” “Stop that.” I admonished him. “You’ll get him going again and I want breakfast, but I won’t be able to tell him no so I’ll go hungry.” I swatted his hand away from my boyfriend’s cock, which had already swelled up. Tim giggled. “Get out of my room before I fuck the both of you.” I ordered him. “Tell mom we’ll be down after we wash up. Degenerate groping my boyfriend.” My little brother grabbed me me balls and yanked. I grunted. “Fucking asshole!” I growled. “We both know who’ll be getting fucked, bro.” He pushed off me hard enough to roll me over onto Kevin as he climbed out of bed. I felt a shockingly hard stinging smack against my ass. I yelped. He leaned in to kiss my head. And then he kissed Kevin’s. “Take care of my brother.” And then he was gone. I could hear him going downstairs almost whistling. He could never get the hang of it so it sounded like more air than musical notes. “God, has everyone changed? When did he grow up?” I asked Kevin. He chuckled. “You’ve been gone a long time babe. And not just gone to the Army. You’ve been gone in your head, too. And that was interesting.” I knew the last part referred to Tim. Tim and I were always close. Mom and dad always insisted I be a true big brother to him, and he made it easy. I loved him, he was my little bro. We’d talked about sex all the time before I left for the Army. He asked questions, I answered. We’d seen each other naked all the time, we shared a bathroom. And up until he was 11 he would sometimes crawl into bed with me to sleep and I’d hold him tight. But climbing into bed with us after we’d just had sex and were naked surprised me. Tim wasn’t fazed at all. And his forceful demeanor with me sent a disturbing quiver to my dick. What the fuck? “It was more than interesting. I can’t think through this right now.” I gave Kevin a long, deep kiss. “Let’s get showered. I’m hungry. And if I’m hungry I know you are.” We quickly showered, managing to keep our dicks to ourselves even if our hands couldn’t stop feeling each other. He used my toothbrush right after me, just squirting more toothpaste on it before shoving it in his mouth. That was fucking hot, I can’t lie. Kevin raided my underwear and closet for clothes that would fit him. My heart raced with the thought of him wearing my clothes. He chose a pair of blue boxer briefs that I told him were loose on me so I knew they’d fit him. I was unprepared for how sexy he looked in them. They stretched to a perfect tightness around all his large anatomy. I could swear he was a bit bigger in the legs and beautifully round butt which were both solid and hard. He filled out the hanging pouch with a big and meaty mound that made me salivate. Sleeper’s perfection was nothing compared to the genetic masterpiece of my boyfriend. Holy shit, and I was his. I felt so lucky. Fuck, I was so gay and happy. Kevin left his wet hair loose and even that lent a dangerous power to his strength. He caught me staring from the corner of his eyes as he pulled up the shorts I’d given him and even though his long hair covered the side of his face I could imagine the grin. “Enjoying the show, babe?” My cock had risen, poking out of the boxers I wore. “I can’t keep my eyes off you. Holy fuck. How are you so beautiful?” He smiled that rare full teeth baring smile with smooth perfect white surfaces. “How? Because you, that’s how.” That wasn’t true. Kevin was a force of nature. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. “Put it back in your shorts, hot stuff.” He told me. “I can smell breakfast, and your little brother will eat it all if we don’t get down there.” Fuck I loved decisive confident Kevin. I could rely on that guy. I could lean on his strength. It felt so good after having to be the strong one all the time. It was oxymoronic and counter intuitive but I felt stronger and even MORE able to handle anything because HE was strong. It wasn’t a give and take, it felt additive and synergistic…greater than the sum of our parts. What a fucking idiot I’d been to deny this. I felt like I imagined Zeus felt just being himself. It was heady and seductive. I could take on the world with this power I felt. We went downstairs side by side, him taking up 2/3rds with his size leaving me to squeeze into the remaining third, reaching the bottom and seeing mom putting food on the plates. “Hello Kevin. Could you take the plates to the table? Tom, there’s juice in the fridge. Tim, silverware.” Not a single blink or hesitation. Kevin reached for the plates and gave my mom a kiss on the cheek. “Morning Mrs, Harris. Thanks for breakfast!” She kissed him back on his cheek. “Thanks for not making Tom scream all night. I slept so good.” I choked for a good minute, having to hold onto the refrigerator door so I didn’t fall to my knees. I finally pulled myself together when Kevin said with a smirk “He almost made me scream this time, but I have a little more self control and respect for the rest of you.” And I choked and coughed all over again. *************** We had today, and that was all. I avoided thinking about having to get on the hop back to Germany tomorrow afternoon. I’d have to report to Ft. Hood in the morning even though the flight wasn’t leaving until almost 9 hours later. Hurry up and wait, another Army maxim. But today I was all Kevin’s. He had to fly back to Boston himself tomorrow, to return to his classes at MIT. We lay on the couch, me leaning back against him. The only thing different than what we’d done in high school was that he held me this time. I liked it. I loved wrapping him in my arms and spooning, but this felt easy and he was so comfortable against my back. Winter in central Texas wasn’t harsh, but we’d had a cold front come through two days ago and the temperature was in the upper 30’s, cold for Texas. He felt warm. I could go to sleep just like this. Mom came in from the garage. She and Tim had gone to the Commissary on Base for food. “Boys, come bring the groceries in.” She called to us. Kevin and I hopped off the couch and raced each other to the car outside. Of course I lost the race. But I tell myself it was because he shoved me into the doorframe at the last minute. “Cheater!” I yelled at him. “All’s fair in love and war, babe. You should watch your six. What are they teaching you in that Army? Do you guys just play cards and have circle jerks?” He grinned. “I’ve got you to watch my six now babe.” I threw back at him. “And you’re a traitor.” He grabbed me up in his arms and groped my ass right there in the driveway. “I’ve always got your back, Tom. Always. I love you.” He kissed me and I melted. “Mooooooommmmm, they’re not helping!” Tim yelled into the garage. “You little tattletale!” I glared. Then gave Kevin a glance and he understood. We tackled Tim from both sides, pulling him to the ground and smothered him with kisses and our bodies, making him laugh and protest…but not very convincingly. He tried to wrestle us, the adorable fool. Somehow Tim ended up on Kevin’s back and he and I carried the bags of groceries into the house with my little brother (who wasn’t so little anymore) giving us orders from Kevin’s back. It was like he didn’t even feel Tim’s weight. Tim had his chin hooked over Kevin’s broad shoulders, his face snuggled up against my boyfriend’s neck. My brother almost didn’t need to wrap his legs around Kevin’s waist, he could just sit on the shelf his ass made. Just seeing them like that made me incredibly happy. We soon had all the groceries put away, the brown paper bags folded and stored. “Why so much food, mom? I’m leaving in the morning.” I pointed out. There was no way she and Tim would eat all that by themselves. The meat would keep in the freezer, sure, but four dozen eggs, six pounds of bacon, three loaves of bread, three gallons of milk, two packs of toilet paper, and so many vegetables the fridge was crammed, plus more…potatoes, cheese, onions, canned stuff and soup, pasta, coffee….ICE CREAM! “Oh! Turn on the news, sweetheart. And I think you need to call your First Sergeant. I don’t think either one of you will be able to get on a plane tomorrow. The radio said the northeast is snowed in with a blizzard, or noreaster or some kind of storm, and there’s another system moving across Europe. Kevin, you might want to check if MIT has canceled classes.” I looked at Kevin and saw my hope mirrored in his eyes. Tim had a huge grin side by side with Kevin’s, still hanging on his back. “You have to stay! Fuck yeah!” “Timothy Jacob Harris you watch your mouth!” Mom scolded. “Sorry mom.” He said in with feigned guilt, then mouthed ‘fuck yeah’ again. I laughed. “You’ll still have school, runt.” “Mom, can I stay home? I’ll get my work from Allie. Please? Pleeeeeeease?” “I’ll think about it.” She answered. Kevin smiled huge. “I need to borrow Tim for training. I’ll just carry him around all day to make my legs strong.” Tim smiled. “You can be my horse. No one will bug me riding you!” I crossed my arms. “First, when did you get to be such a jock, babe? Second, who’s bugging you bro?” “Just some kids at school. It’s no big deal.” He avoided. “Tim, what are they doing?” I demanded, shocking myself with how much I sounded like dad. He looked away. Kevin gave him a side look. He threw his arms over and grabbed Tim by his armpits and pulled my lanky brother effortlessly over his shoulder until he was cradled in his arms. Fuck! The strength of him. He held Tim like a baby. “Spill it little bro.” Kevin said. He used his eyes on Tim, and I knew Tim would lose the battle. Tim leaned into my boyfriend’s big meaty chest. “A couple of the guys on the football team call me ‘that fag’s brother’ and say I must be a faggot too. Sorry, that’s the word they use.” I could tell it hurt him to repeat it. “Do they hit you or bully you?” I asked. “They just shove me a little. It’s not that big of a deal Tom.” He said, resigned. Kevin looked at me, his eyes were full of storms. I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’m sorry, Tim. It’s my fault.” Kevin said. “I’m sorry too, bud.” I repeated. I formed a plan in my head. But I needed to talk to Top first, and Kevin needed to find out about MIT. “Mom, can I use the phone?” I called to her. “Of course. It’s weekends, so don’t worry. But why don’t you call your father’s Commander? He can find out for you. And no overseas long distance.” She had a point, but I couldn’t impose or cross my chain of Command. I wanted to explain how my First Sergeant was and should be my first call, and was debating it when the kitchen phone rang. We only had the one phone in the house. Tim leapt from Kevin’s arms where Kevin was using him to do arm curls, much to Tim’s amusement. “I got it!” He yelled out. I flexed my biceps at Kevin showing him my guns I’d worked hard to make bulk up. I’d put on 20 pounds of lean muscle over the last year, working out and going through the very physical training of the Army. I knew I looked hard, and good. Kevin shamed me when he mirrored my pose. He had incredible definition, and was so jacked. His biceps had to be twice the size of my own. I was just about to go molest him when Tim said “Private Brickmann, it’s Staff Sergeant Nolan”. Just like dad trained us. I did the time conversion in my head, it had to be 2000 there. Late hours. I took the phone from Tim. “Private Brickmann.” I identified. “Private Brickmann, I hope this is a good time.” Of course he knew the funeral was yesterday. “Of course, Sergeant.” Still a Private, it was proper for me to wait for him to speak unless released. “At ease, Private. Your hop’s been canceled. We’re getting quite the storm here. The Commander doesn’t see any reason for you to come back here, graduation is happening Tuesday, five feet of snow or not. And no one’s getting to their new duty station for a week. Your leave has been extended, and you’re to report to Ft. Hood for your orders next Friday.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Six more days. “Thanks, Sergeant. Uh… my gear?” I’d left most of my stuff there, almost all of my uniforms. All of my issued equipment. “Being packed up by your squad, Ummm, Private Montelongo and Private Gunnerson volunteered I’m told. Not like you get a choice, but is that acceptable? It’ll meet you at your next duty station.” “Yes Sergeant, they’re my friends. They won’t mess with my stuff. Thanks again.” “Good luck Private. Friday, Ft. Hood.” He reminded me. The phone clicked and went dead. I hung up. I turned around to leave the kitchen. “Tom! What’d he say?” Tim was bursting at the seams. I smiled. “Six more days! I don’t report until Friday!” I nearly fell over when my brother jumped on me in celebration quickly followed by Kevin. “Agggh, you’re gonna crush me! I have to tell mom!” Kevin let go, but Tim didn’t. “I heard, sweetheart. I’m so happy.” She was standing there with tears running down her face. Her house was full, filled with her boys again. She was hoping I’d be stuck just like Kevin and Tim hoped. I know the emptiness would hit her when I was gone again, but for six days I could take care of her. I walked over to her with my monkey brother hanging off me and pulled her into a hug. “I’m glad, mom.” I didn’t even care that I would miss saying goodbye in person to the Bravos. This was more important. Hell, they might even get liberty tonight and a pass to hit the town. I imagine a few Sergeants would be lurking in the usual night spots to watch for troublemakers. I’d have to call my brothers tomorrow. They’d probably appreciate the break from scrubbing down the barracks for inspection. “Hey Kev, call your school.” I told him. Kevin called the Engineering Lab, which was the name of a complex of several buildings, he explained. But he knew one person who would be there on a Saturday afternoon. I wrestled with my brother while Kevin handled his phone call. He didn’t take long. “Classes canceled for the week. I don’t have to go back until next Sunday.” This time it was me who almost knocked him over. Okay…I admit that was my goal, but Kevin couldn’t be tackled. Not with all that Gorgeous muscle and size. I felt proud that he was my man.

I was due for a hall pass, so I planned one out for yesterday 2/17. My girlfriend and I are moving soon. While I will come back to Arizona periodically, I doubt I’ll have another hall pass on those trips. Since this is likely to be my last time hooking up in Arizona, I tried to plan out a big day. It was a good day, but it didn’t start out that way at first. After prepping at home and making plans with a guy nearby on Grindr, I drove over to his place. As I pulled up he told me AAA was there to fix his car. Then didn’t respond when I asked him if I should wait. 0-for-1. So I went over to Zorba’s. There were police in the parking lot, which freaked me out a bit. I’m thinking 0-for-2. Then I realize the police are there for a call next door—a shitty little motel—and I see them arresting a guy in his hotel room. I’m thinking that it might be possible they would stop in at Zorba’s afterward, but I say fuck it. Jacking off in a private room at a porn shop isn’t illegal. And I feel very strongly about my rights to privacy and sexual self-determination, so I say fuck it and walk in. The first guy I run into is a shorter, good looking middle-aged guy with a HUGE cock. Like the perfect penis. I suck him for awhile, and he fingers my hole. He can tell I’m already lubed up. He says he wants to fuck me, but first wants to see if we can find someone to fuck me while I suck him. We pull up our pants and walk around a bit, but we don’t find anyone unfortunately. As we’re waiting, he winks at me, and I smile and gulp. My throat is lonely. We go back into a booth and I immediately go to town on his cock. He cums soon after that, deep in my throat. I stay in the booth and keep watching porn for a minute while hitting poppers and glancing at the hallway. I can still taste the first guy’s cum in my mouth. Another middle-aged guy walks in, also good looking, and we exchange blowjobs for a bit. He gets me hard (usually difficult for me to do with guys) and then turns around, wanting me to fuck him. I start getting softer and I tell him I’ve never fucked a guy before. He gets the message, says he understands, and then leaves. We’re both looking to get some cum in our holes. It’s been about 45 minutes at this point, and I have other plans the rest of the day, so I leave. Next I go to Modern World in Tempe. I haven’t been here in years. The last time I went the place was crawling with drug users loitering outside and inside in the hallways, so I dipped out quickly. I checked online and guys said it had gotten better since they instituted a $5 cover charge. And I’d never seen the gloryholes there, so I decided to check it out again. It was a very small crowd, and while the drug users were gone, it wasn’t a great showing. A smaller Hispanic guy who speaks only Spanish follows me into my room. He can’t get hard and wants to play with my dick, so I move on. I find the gloryholes, and I suck an older guy through one for a bit. But his cock—while thick—is short and he can’t get much of it through the hole. The walls between the gloryholes are surprisingly thick. This trip seems to be a bust, so I move on. Still not impressed with Modern World. Next, I go to Chute. Get there about 1 pm. I had made plans to meet up with a guy there, and I give him my room number when I get there, all of which turns out to be a mistake. He’s a tall older guy with a nice cock, his cum tastes great, and I’ve hooked up with him before. Today, I suck his cock, he sucks me, he rims me, he fucks me with a condom in several different positions, and then eventually cums in my mouth. All pretty good right? Not exactly. Older Guy monopolized my time there, basically wanting to hang out in my room and periodically fuck for three hours, occasionally stopping to check the stock market, his texts, and call his wife after their burglar alarm went off (false alarm). At one point, he’s fucking me doggy style and gets a text. He has me go forward onto my stomach while he’s still inside me so that he can reach up and grab his phone. We lay there like that for a good minute so he can check his text. Older Guy keeps pressing me to get hard and cum despite me telling him I have difficulty getting hard with guys. He’s very judgmental about my activities (despite many of those being the same activities he engages in, and despite telling me that he tests much less frequently than I do). At one point, we take a walk around the place, where we see a few guys who look attractive to me. He taps me after each one and gives me a frown and a head shake. So judgmental! Maybe the worst thing about Older Guy is that he clearly doesn’t respect my relationship. I’ve explained to him how my open relationship works and what the rules are, and that my girlfriend and I are moving out of state soon, and I won’t have another hall pass before we leave. He keeps saying that I’ll change my mind about hooking up with him again, and saying that some of our rules are not negotiable. I have to keep getting firmer with him, until I eventually tell him that nothing is negotiable and our relationship is my priority (something I shouldn’t have needed to say explicitly). I should’ve thrown in the towel earlier, but at that point he’s been in my room for 2.5 hours and has been talking about cumming for the past 45 minutes. So I keep leading him in that direction, and he eventually cums in my mouth. Afterward, Older Guy asks more questions about my relationship, and I tell him that while my girlfriend is a little embarrassed to have her family find out, I’m usually open to talking about our relationship with friends and family. He asks why I wasn’t embarrassed, with a tone that implied that I should be embarrassed. I should’ve told off Older Guy and kicked him out long before that, but I was a little worried about his reaction. After our last hookup, I had told him my real name and what I do for a living—I’ll need to be more careful about that in the future. Thankfully, he eventually leaves and allows me to move on with my day. But I’ve definitely learned a lesson—if a guy acts clingy, judgmental, and possessive, tell him to go fuck himself! I actually feel good about one thing involving our interaction however. Around 1.5 hours in at Chute, when Older Guy leaves to call his wife about the burglar alarm, there’s another guy with a hat on who knocks on my door. Hat Guy had been hanging around my room frequently and had previously knocked to see if I was interested—I had told him no, and that I was there with my “friend.” At this point I’m so annoyed with Older Guy that I pull Hat Guy into my room. He’s a younger Hispanic guy with glasses in addition to the hat, and a huge, thick, perfectly trimmed cock. I suck him for a bit, and then we move to the edge of the bed, where he starts fucking me doggy style. I ask him to take a picture—I love taking pictures of myself being slutty. While Hat Guy is fucking me, I can hear all the lube in my ass squelching. He’s opening me up wide and pounding me. He cums in my hole and I do kegels around his cock to milk every last drop of his semen. He pulls out and I can feel his cum drip out of my hole. I suck him a bit again, we thank each other, and then he leaves. About a minute later, Older Guy comes back knocking on the door. After Older Guy leaves, I relax in my room for a minute to watch porn and get back in the mood (Older Guy had actually asked me to give him free professional advice for the last half hour 🤦🏼‍♂️). I relube my hole, grab my towel, poppers, and lube, and go for a walk around Chute. In one of the video rooms, I find three guys in the middle of a hot scene. One of them is sitting on the bench, one guy is standing up, and there’s one guy on his knees servicing both of them. I recognize the guy on the bench, an older stocky daddy with a thick cock and delicious cum. Stocky Daddy recognizes me as well. He motions me over and I sit next to him, lean over, and start to suck his cock. As I’m sucking him, he starts telling the other guys how good of a cocksucker I am, how much I love to suck cock, and how I’ve got a girlfriend who lets me hook up with guys. They react approvingly, and they have me get on my knees. The guy who had been on his knees stands up, and now I have two new cocks in my face. After my initial rough start, striking out at Modern World, and a rough early afternoon with Older Guy, my day is now definitely getting better. I start sucking both of the guys who are standing up, and they sort of fight each other for access to my mouth for a bit. One of them starts fingering my hole, and when I stick my ass out they know I want to take cock as well as give head. One of them, the original standing guy, stands me up and has me bend over. Standing Guy is a middle-aged, toned, muscular black guy with a good sized uncut cock. While he enters my hole from behind, the original kneeling guy stands on the bench in front of me and puts his cock in my open mouth. Kneeling Guy is a middle-aged Hispanic guy, kind of quiet with a smaller but tasty cut cock. After awhile they switch places. Throughout this whole experience, Stocky Daddy on the bench is stroking and hitting poppers while telling them to give me their cocks. I’m also hitting poppers occasionally. Its been about six months since my last spitroast, and I’m in heaven with two cocks inside me, one at each end. Eventually, my legs get sore and I need a breather. Standing Guy and Kneeling Guy laugh appreciatively and pat me on the ass, leaving the room. They’re only speaking Spanish but I think from their tone they’re impressed. As soon as I catch my breath I go back to sucking Stocky Daddy on the bench. He had the best cock and blew the best load during my last hall pass, so I really enjoy sucking him. As I’m sucking him on my knees with my ass in the air, Standing Guy comes back in. He motions to Stocky Daddy, who tells me that Standing Guy wants to fuck my ass again. I stand up and bend over, and Standing Guy lines me up with Stocky Daddy’s cock again. As I take him in my mouth, Standing Guy is behind me pressing into my hole. He presses me forward into the cock in front of me, and we get into a really good rhythm. It feels amazing. Eventually Standing Guy starts smacking my ass and jerking as he fucks me. Between that and his string of Spanish, I can tell he’s unloading deep in my hole. As he pulls out, I can feel a huge load fall out of my ass, and I hear it land on the floor with a loud *splat*. There was already a lot of other cum on the floor, but most of the rest of it was translucent after having settled for a bit. His load is thick and white. And there was a lot of it. I get back down on my knees and grab his cock, putting it in my mouth and licking off the last drops of cum. He says thanks and laughs, and I laugh and pat him on the ass as he walks out. I turn back to Stocky Daddy on the bench, sucking his cock yet again. He and I each keep hitting poppers, and he keeps talking dirty to me, telling me how much I love cock. I’ve got his cock sliding in and out of my throat, taking him to the base repeatedly and occasionally suckling on his thick spongy head. At the same time, I’m jacking my own cock with my asshole in the air, slick and cool as it leaks cum and lube down my balls and onto the floor. I’m so turned on that I cum on the floor with Stocky Daddy’s cock deep in my throat. I keep sucking him for a bit afterward, as well as another guy who had come in to watch the show, but eventually I get up and leave. At this point it’s about 4:30-4:45, and I had made one last set of plans for 5:30. I take a shower, sit in the steamroom for a minute, take another shower, and then pack up my stuff. My 5:30 plans are with a guy that I’ve hooked up with in the past through Sniffies. He’s a younger black guy, and he has a huge cock, about 8.5 inches long by 2.5 inches wide. He runs a Twitter account where he shares video of some of his exploits. I last hooked up with him in March 2021: I sucked his cock, he came in my ass, I sucked him hard again, and he came in my ass again, all within the span of about 30 minutes. I was looking to get something similar this time. He was looking to get me at the end of the day after I’d taken as many loads as possible. After some back and forth, I show up at his place about 5:45, and I’m out by 6:00. Much like last time, we get right down to business. I get to his room, undress, and get down on my knees. His cock looks and feels even bigger and thicker than I remember. I suck him for awhile and I can tell he’s enjoying it. He’s moaning and cursing, he’s rock hard, and he doesn’t seem to be in any rush. Eventually, I tell him I want him to fuck me. He says “fuck yes” and helps me up. I get on his bed on all fours. I ask if he’s going to take a video of him fucking my ass, and he says yes. I want documentary evidence of me taking his cock. I lube up my hole some more, and took a hit of poppers as he presses against my cunt. He’s bigger than any of the other guys who’ve been inside my hole today, and it hurts for a second as I adjust to his size. Then it just feels good. Feeling him stretching me out and filling me up 🤤 He takes out his phone and begins recording. He starts talking dirty, asking if I like being a cumdump slut. I told him I do, begging him to add his load. He puts the phone down and starts fucking me HARD. The way this guy fucks is just 🤌🏼 I’m taller than him by a few inches, and with my knees just outside his knees, he’s able to plant his weight so that every time he thrusts and bottoms out deep in my hole, his legs hit the back of mine. It just fits. That sensation all at once—his cock filling me up at the same time his balls hit mine and the same time his legs hit mine—is almost indescribably pleasurable. Then there’s the psychological pleasure of knowing that he’s getting close to cumming. Feeling him start to pause because he’s trying to hold off. Me begging him for his cum. Him asking if I want it. Feeling him transition into an urgent rhythm, grunting, and then holding my hips so that he can deposit his warm cum in my hole. Eventually he pulls out and I feel the familiar sensation of cum trickling from my hole, now exposed to the air. I turn around and suck him into my mouth. I can’t risk trying to get another load—I need to get home by 6:30. But he’s very appreciative. I get dressed, pack up my stuff, he walks me to the door, and we say our goodbyes. Then I go to my car, take a video of his cum dripping from my hole, and send it to him. It’s been a good day, one last lap around Arizona taking cock and cum. I started out the day with a huge cock in my throat, and ended the day with a huge cock in my ass. I’ve had 11 different cocks in my mouth and throat, swallowed two loads, been fucked by five guys, and taken three big loads of hot semen in my hole. Still in my car, I jack off and blow one last load of cum thinking about it. I change into clean clothes and go home.

Hey Guys.. sorry for the wait but I wanted to make sure this ended as I wanted. Yes... this is the end of the story... Thanks for all the reactions and messages. Hope you enjoy. Whore 14 – A Continuation All the while that Daddy led me forward, cock was the only thing in running through my drug-addled mind... My cunt throbbed with every movement of my pumped-up body down the hallway. The dose of chems rushing through my veins increased the heightened awareness that I was nothing but an orifice for cock. Reaching the dungeon door, Daddy looked down at me. “Fucking spun-out chemwhore...” He laughed, opening the door and pulling me in by my septum. Immediately, the smell of sex hit me and brought me back to first time I was brought in as a piece of property. Daddy continued to pull on my leash and I moved forward into the dimly lit dungeon, my face unable to look about the room as my leash pulled me forward. In the darkness, I recognized the deep growls of lust coming from puppy from what must have been an equally large slam. I paused... “Get the fuck in here!” Daddy yelled, practically ripping the ring through my septum I lurched forward, trying to ease the pain until I felt the leash slacken. “Heel,” I heard Daddy order. I stopped, fell to my haunches in one quick swoop... Dropping to my side on his knees, Daddy held me by my neck and around my waist before moving to my cunt. “Good bitch... Fucking bitch for your alpha.” And with those words, the red hue of the dungeon lights illuminated the room and two figures emerged from the corner, one standing and leading the other on all fours. “Goddamn,” I let out, seeing the muscled grey-haired man before me leading puppy forward. The solidly muscular handsome man tightened on puppy’s leash, clicked his tongue and puppy stood at attention on all fours. “Whore, this is Doc Ian...” Daddy informed me. My chemmed up cunt pulsed... Doc stood in wide stance, his thick veined legs apart. His right hand held a leash leading down to the beast at his feet. With a lustful gaze, my eyes moved from puppy’s collar up the leash held by Doc’s powerful hand to the well-muscled left arm surrounded by a white leather armband. A white leather Master’s harness framed his pecs. His ringed pink tits stood out from thick growth of grey hair on his thick pecs that trailed down past his abs and into the full white leather jockstrap with a solid red cross prominently placed on the pouch containing his cock. I began to moan... wanting to bury my face into his groin. My gaze moved down his solid thighs to marvel at his huge calves filling a pair of white leather boots until I heard Doc speak in a deep voice to Daddy. “So, this is whore? Beautiful... Let’s talk about improvements...” I trembled, looking into Doc’s piercing blue eyes until I heard puppy growl. He remained at attention on all fours kitted out in full pup mode staring at me with a tilted head that was enveloped in a black neoprene puppy hood accented with red to match his gear. His eyes appeared completely black, like a demonic dog guarding the gates of Hell. His front paws, encased in padded leather mitts with red paw prints prominently showing, began to aggressively scratch the floor. I began to moan, knowing that he was in full chem-mode. His harnessed pecs heaved as he raised his snout and took in the scent of my cunt... I was in heat. “Grrrrr,” puppy snarled as his back arched and hips shook the 10” red silicone tail nestled in his cunt. “Steady boy... I know... I know. You’re healed and ready to knot.” Doc chuckled. My own lust took over and I looked up to Daddy with pleading dilated eyes. “Fucking bitch whore...” Daddy chuckled, releasing my leash. “Go on...” The moment I was free, I scurried to puppy. Staying in position, puppy continued to growl as I lowered myself under him. Making my way over his pits, my tongue reached out and took in the salty sweat before moving on past the rib cage. I traced the deep hollows of his muscled abs with the tip of my tongue until I slipped between the musk filled crevice where his thighs met his crotch. My tongue immediately went to his ball sac now dangling loosely from the movement of his hips and began slathering them before I took one of the now golf ball-sized orbs into my mouthcunt. Not satisfied, I let it go and lapped at the wet sac before taking it in again. I moved to take the other one in... causing puppy to howl as the warm juices of my mouthcunt enveloped the pair. I remained there, relishing the taste of the smooth skin of his crotch. Now eyeing the object of my desire, I released the orbs and greedily lapped at the smooth skin as I moved up to the now permanently modified shaft. My wet tongue slid over the thickened base and moved up the sheath to taste the sticky clear fluids leaking from the dark-red head now emerging from it. My cunt ached, studying every inch of his beautifully transformed cock until I needed to taste it... My mouthcunt expanded and I lowered myself over the leaking head as my lips latched onto his sheath. Tasting the stream of pre-cum now escaping his cock, I grabbed hold of his now stretched-out sac and fondled his cum swollen nuts within. I couldn’t contain myself and I began to devour the cock... my sweat and spit splashing against puppy’s strong thighs. But yet, he continued in position with only grunting sounds emanating from his snout and the thickening knot indicating the pleasure he was experiencing. He stared directly into Daddy’s eyes waiting to be given the signal... “Sik!” And with that, puppy pounced... grabbing my head with his paws, he pushed me down and moved into position behind me. Signaling my submission to puppy, I arched my hips and lowered my head as he sniffed my ass and began to chew on my swollen cunt lips before digging into the wet folds of my cunt. “Goddamn, puppy!” I moaned, shoving my cunt against puppy’s snout until he was ready to take me. With a grunt, puppy raised himself onto my back... his dripping cock head now sliding down my ass crack in search of my hungry cunt. Once he felt the fullness of my cunt lips, he began to hump until he was fully in me. “SHIT YES!” I grunted, feeling the fullness of his cock invade me and begin to pulse. Quickly, puppy began to rock back and forth in quick sharp thrusts. “Fucking beautiful breeding stock...” Daddy growled to doc... Over and over, puppy’s assault continued as his knot thickened and I began to moan from each thrust. Recognizing it, I consciously prepared myself while puppy held me tighter and his thrusts grew shorter. I felt his knot swell against my prostate and lock into me... “Shit yeah!” We were now knotted and I wasn’t going anywhere... “FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the contractions in the shaft begin depositing the weeks of contained cum deep within my throbbing cunt. Falling on my sweaty back, puppy began to chew on my neck as the final drops of cum seeped out of his piss slit deep into my bowels. Without thinking, puppy pulled out... “No!” I yelled, feeling my cunt lips stretch and I reached back and pulled him back into me. That’s when an idea came to me... Holding onto puppy’s hips, I raised myself up and leaned back forcing puppy onto his back. Still knotted, I swung my legs over his torso and straddled him. “It’s gonna be a while,” I grunted and settled onto his hips, reminding puppy on his first knotting. “Might as well make the most of it, whore,” Doc Ian growled moving forward, ripping off the cod piece.... his ringed cock now standing at attention. Doc grabbed me by the chin and lifted it up... our eyes locked as he shoved the cock in my mouthcunt, I managed to let out a muffled growl and began working my tongue around the thick shaft. “That’s it, whore... use your mouthcunt to service my cock. You’re nothing but a cunt aren’t ya?” “Uhh Huuh..” I mumbled, my mouthcunt now greedily slobbering to take in the leaking cock. “Fucking cunt whore...” Daddy laughed, “Pay Doc for his services...” “Grrrr...” I heard puppy growl underneath me, watching as Doc slowly began to throat fuck me. “Motherfucker... take it all the way down.” Doc ordered, pushing down even harder causing me to begin gagging. “NO... NOOO!... NOOOOOO!!,” he roared pulling my face to his crotch and holding me tight. Tears welled up in my eyes but I knew this was what I lived for... cock. Remembering my training, I began to breathe through my nose while the pre-cum slick ring of his cock slid down my throat. Holding my head with both hands, he gradually increased his pace... faster and harder until the muffled sounds of my moans filled the air as he invaded my gullet. He continued fucking my mouthcunt with abandon... until his pace shortened and I felt his cock pulse and release volleys of cum down my throat. I heard him cry out... “SHIT YES! FUCKING CUNT WHORE!” I began to milk every last drop out. I remained there for a bit... my mouthcunt savoring Doc’s cock until I felt puppy’s knot begin to contract and slip out of me, releasing part of his load over my cunt lips. Before I could clamp down, I felt puppy’s wet tongue lapping at my cunt and feeding on his own cum. “Fucking feed...” I grunted, enjoying the tongue action against my swollen cum-slick cunt lips. Backing off my cunt, he crawled to face me and stared at me with those black still dilated eyes before crawling to Daddy. “Good boy,” Daddy chuckled, crouching down and petting puppy’s sweat slicked body. “Go on.” With a slap to his ass, puppy moved to Doc’s cock and began lapping at the slick shaft until a torrent of piss escaped. Quickly, puppy latched onto it and took the contents of Doc’s bladder in its entirety. Once he took in the last drops, he was off and settled on the floor next to the bed. “He hasn’t broken character from the moment he was slammed. What do ya think about having a chemmed up pup around all the time, whore?” Daddy chuckled. “You got a good stable here...” Doc said, his cock firmly back in place within his jock, and holding his white leather medical bag. “Let me know when I can be of service again...” Motioning to me, “Throw that one in as part of the deal and we can discuss discounted fees.” “MMMM,” I moaned at the thought as Doc exited. “Yep,” he said, hitting the intercom. “Get in here, now.” In a matter of seconds, the door opened and in walked boy holding a leash that made its way into the hallway. “Present...” Daddy loudly said. The tightly held leash began to slacken as a heavily tattooed body made its way into the dungeon. “HOLY FUCK!” I cried out at the sight of a transformed cunt. “I had some work done on this one too,” Daddy laughed, seeing my reaction. After not seeing cunt for weeks, I gazed at his transformed body. His smooth muscled body was now covered in swirls of black ink covering his body from the neck down. “Wait a minute.” I thought.... “Those tatts...” and I turned to Daddy with a questioning look. “That’s right whore... the same design... the same tattoo artist.” I remained on all fours, transfixed. “Go on, whore.... check him out.” I stood getting my bearings and walked to cunt. He stood there smiling... his leash now attached to a thick silver septum ring that matched mine. Walking up to him, I place my hands on his pecs... “Fuck yeah,” I growled, feeling the increased muscle mass as my fingers moved to the thick rings now firmly in place within his eraser-sized tits. “You’re not the only one cycling,” cunt grinned, checking me out. “Shit, cunt...” I babbled, my hands exploring his taught skin and feeling the hard muscles of his beautiful body. I was always in awe of it, but now... I had to admit...all I wanted to do was worship it... Making my way down, I grabbed hold of the stretched-out bulge of his jock pouch and fondled the overflowing sac. I took hold of the waistband and pulled it down over his strong thighs and dropped to my knees in front of him. “Yes!” I growled, seeing the tatts covering the obscenely engorged sac and impotent cock just sitting there. I couldn’t help it... I began kissing the sac now prominently resting on his thickened thighs. I then took the soft cock flesh in my cuntmouth and sucked at it. I needed cock and I didn’t care... it was cock. “Fuck!” cunt cried out, feeling the warmth of my mouthcunt. I continued on... knowing that I would never feel the hardened shaft of cunt’s cock but he still could provide me with something I craved.... and he did. Warm piss streamed into me as my throat muscles moved with the gulping action and I held onto his hips to steady myself. Finally, the river of tart chem piss began to slow from his cock and I relaxed until the last drops fell on my tongue. I released his flaccid cock and sat back on my haunches with a smile. “Turn around,” I said, half ordering, half begging. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against my pecs, smiling at the tatts seemingly flowing from my body onto his. I took his now ringed pig tits in my hands and worked them, causing cunt to moan before I moved down to his bulge and held it with both hands. “Fucking love it!” I moaned, kissing cunt’s neck and tracing the tatts with my tongue. My own caged cock and sac rested above his ass cheeks... He began to teasingly move up and down against it. A primeval memory emerged within my brain for a split second before I backed off... and, at the moment, I knew it was the last time I would ever feel that desire to fuck. I smiled and let out a sigh of relief. I ran my hands down his back, lightly tracing every muscle on my way to his ass. I trembled as I held both tatted cheeks in my hands and felt their thickness. Laughing, cunt bent over and spread his ass cheeks... exposing his beautifully erupted cunt lips covered in the swirling design as mine leading into his cunt. I couldn’t resist and traced the black lines into the slick folds of his cunt with my tongue. “God yes!” I heard cunt moan as he arched his back and presented me with his rosebud. I began to feed on the slick cunt juices leaking out of that beautiful cunt. I was drawn to it... to the thick cunt lips permanently erupting from the smooth tatted skin. I felt the thickened flesh sliding against my face and depositing the thick viscous cunt juices on me. “Fucking feeding my whore...” cunt growled, depositing more of himself on me. With every drop of those savory cunt juices, I grew more insistent until I grabbed his hips and pulled his cunt to my face... His cunt lips were now covering my face as if it were a mask providing the essentials of life to me. I kept on as if, with the sheer force of will, I could crawl inside him. “Enough,” Daddy said, pulling on cunt and forcing him from me. Catching my breath, I sat back as I wiped the remnants of the cunt juices from my face with my hand and calmly lapped it up while waiting for Daddy’s command. Keeping an eye on me, he grabbed cunt’s leash. “Come.” Without another word, cunt obediently followed Daddy as he neared me. “Up...” Instantly, I rose and stood before Daddy... my head bowed in subservience. He reached up with the clip of my leash, attached it to my septum and led us both across the floor to the mirrored wall. “See yourselves as you are...” Daddy barked. Obediently, cunt and I looked up and saw ourselves together in mirror for the first time.... I began to tremble, realizing what I was seeing... we were two versions of the same object... we were cunts. Our useless cocks and sacs now purely ornamental without function. As I continued taking in the sight of us in the mirror, I saw boy and puppy behind Daddy smiling. The emotions of the moment overtook me... I looked directly into Daddy’s eyes in the mirror and said it... “Yes... cunt...” Nodding, Daddy put out his hand as boy handed him a silver tag and walked behind me. He briskly wrapped his arms around my neck, removed the silver tag attached to my collar and threw it to the floor. He raised the new tag up to my eyes and I saw the inscription... cunt whore. “I’m a cunt whore...” I repeated as he attached it to my collar. “Secure the cunts...” Daddy ordered boy. “Yes Sir...” boy growled, quickly walking both of us across the dungeon floor to a pair of slings hanging from the rafters. Settling in, we both looked up to ceiling mirror and smiled as boy secured us while Daddy stood between us... one hand slathered in chem-laced lubed at each of our cunts. Before I knew it, boy wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep and held a rig to my vein. Seeing the register pulled, I moaned as the contents of the syringe turned a pinkish hue. “Fucking cunt whore...” boy grinned, slamming into me the largest dose I had ever had and then releasing the strap. “CUNT!” I cried out, staring up at my doppelganger in the mirror now being slammed with an equal dose. “SHIT YES!!! CUNTS!” he hollered. “MY CUNTS” Daddy growled before shoving his fists deep into our hungry cunts. The End

Part 13 Frank Pulled out, I scooped some of the Piss, cum and blood mixture with my fingers and pushed my fingers into the kids mouth. I told him to suck my fingers clean One of the guys said he wanted to donate another load. I told him to step up and go for it. He gladly said no problem. He was smaller then Frank so the guy went balls deep in he first shove. The Kid gasped but then started moaning about wanting more. The guy pounded him and blew a load in the kids ass. The kid feeling that Kid “ Yes, Rape and knock up my cunt “. I told the kid it was a hot thought but you can’t rape the willing. I asked the Kid, “ Do you want to stop, or are you willing “? The Kid answered Loudly, “ I am willing, I want more. Please give me more” . One of the guys walked up and put his cock in the Kids mouth and ordered him to suck and drink. What the Kid didn’t know was that it was just up one of the other guys asses and had that guys ass juices all over it. The Kid went at it like it was his last meal. Guys kept working the kid for hours. They wanted to slam him again but I had to draw the line there. The kid had more than enough for the first time and I was sure we had him converted in more than one way. His ass was going to be sore for a few days and his come down should be a bitch. By the time we decided to call it a night it was already 3 AM and the kid was starting to crash. My fiend, who by the way use to date a nurse, Gave the kid a shot of something. He said it would help pretty quick and would lessen the crash. I took the kid back to my place until the he could drive to his house safely. I checked the Kids ass to see how open it was, it looked red and swollen. I noticed at the same tie that the Kid had three marks on the NEG side and eleven marks on the POZ side. Three of them had the latter ‘ A ‘ in the middle of them. The End

4. I rubbed my cock through my jock a feel times, feeling the wet pouch where my precum had soaked through. Time to jerk off, and move on with my day I thought, but then I slid my hand down to my hole and felt my slick ass. My lips were slightly puffy and as soon as I slipped a finger inside I felt cum. My resolve foundered and my urge to jerk off drifted away as I felt the loads inside me. Mike had had six guys was it really so wild if I had three? Certainly not by his standards. I licked my finger clean as I pulled it from my hole and grabbed my phone… back on the apps I went. There were a few messages waiting from my last search. The first one was from a cute twink really close by. I opened it to find a pic of a long fat looking dick on a skinny frame, followed by a simple and direct Looking? I responded that I was if he was still up for it. Yeah, I’m horny as fuck and need a hole to see. You want my cum? Fuck yes! I paused and then sent I’ve got two loads in me already and hungry for another. I love a pig. Where are you?” I sent him my address, and then he too was on his way. My heart was in my throat again, but now not from nerves at all just from excitement. I wanted to feel this guy’s cock inside me. I was cock hungry and I like it. He must have been ready to leave his house when we started chatting because my buzzer rang not five minutes after I sent him my address. I buzzed up the twink and got read to answer the door still in just a jock. “Fuck, look at you,” He said stepping into the apartment. He started to take his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head before I really even had the door closed. “I need to cum so fucking bad, where’s your room.” “Right here,” I said leading the half-naked twink to my bed. As soon as we were in my room I closed my door and got on my knees undoing his pants. He didn’t have underwear on and I was immediately presented with the object of my desires. His long thick cock flopped out of the open fly of his pants and I pounced. I wanted him rock hard and I didn’t want to wait. I swallowed his growing cock down my throat and didn’t let up till he was groaning and my lips were straining around his girth. “Fuck you’re good at that, I could blow this load down your throat… but we both don’t want that.” “No Sir,” I said coming up for air, “I need your load in my hole.” “Yes, you do pig. Get on the bed, on your knees.” He tossed his pants to the side of the room as I got on my knees presenting my ass to him. “Fucking beautiful,” he said before spitting on my hole. Then I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock against my ass. He and I both moaned in pleasure as he sunk deep inside me. I pushed my ass back against his cock, making my ring cling to him, sucking his cock deeper inside me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted as he just hammered away at my hole. I was wet enough not he didn’t have to warm me up for a deep fucking. I was moaning and grunting in bottom pig heaven as he repeatedly bottomed out in me. For a second I wondered if this is how Mike felt as the six man fucked him the day before. I felt like he had to have, this was such a perfect state of horniness to exist in. The twink knew what he was doing. I was sweaty and groaning, and all the while he was hammering away at my hole with no mercy. He wanted to get off bad and I was his way to do that. I was thrilled. Eventually his pace shifted, his tone changed and I knew my reward was coming. My cock leaked even harder as he built himself up to orgasm. Then as he pounded into me one more time and started rocketing cum and huge throb of my cock let out a thick hot glob or cum into my jock strap. He had literally fucked the cum out of me. We both collapsed panting. Then slowly he recovered and thanked me. I thanked him for the massive load, and for the first time in the encounter we kissed. Then he was up and getting dressed. I walked him to the door, still only in my jock, him collecting his clothes as he went. After I closed the door behind him I stood there for a moment, smiling to myself. I was pulled out of my bliss, however, by the sound of a throat being cleared. I spun around and there was Mike standing in a pair of short shorts, a massive grin on his face.

I have been DL gay for a long time but started taking raw loads in DC about 10 years ago. Hard enough to hide from my fam the fact I love black men. But I started chasing poz black dick. My last trip to DC did it. I invited a cute and a bit fem dude with a huge dick and beautiful hazel eyes to my hotel room. I knew he was poz and he knew I was turned on. As he slowly entered me he kept saying that I am surrendering my life to him tonight. He had me rub his scorpion tat as he worked his dick slowly in and out of me. Then it was like he got possessed because he started really tearing me up in a good way. He said he was getting close and I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to. He froze in mid stroke and said “I am changing you forever” and plunged completely inside me. I felt incredible warmth spread in me and his eyes never broke from my gaze. We fell asleep with him inside me. During the night he fucked me awake again. I ended up taking 3 poz loads. I assumed he was undetectable but when he was leaving he said he had a VL of 1M and to let him know when I convert. Now I am just getting over the fuck flu. I told my fam it was Covid. My VL is 500k and rising. I have another business trip to DC next week to take another toxic load and start spreading mine.

Was driving home from work and stoppped at a rest area to take a piss. I noticed two guys at the only urinals. One an older guy with a huge shroom head jerking off the other, younger bent over ass out. I start rubbing my crotch and the older guys steps behind the guy with his ass out and starts fucking him. I start getting hard and pull my cock out. The older guys cums and pulls out. I take a moment to finish getting hard before I slide my aching cock into that warm freshly bred hole. No lube necessary as his hole was just freshly filled with a hot creamy load. I enjoyed the older guys cum on my cock as I pumped in and out. Eventually shooting my load deep inside of him. Unfortunately it was only a quickie though as it tends to be rather busy that time of day.

On Grindr. Hit up by sweet bl/bl Twinkie at my alma mater. I arranged to meet him in a basement men’s room on campus. Old style with squeaky doors and a couple of turns before you can see the stalls. He came in. Whipped out some poppers. We made out in the stall, sucked each other. Then someone else came in to take a dump. The kid went into another stall and sent me text that he would come back when the pooper was finished. He left. I watched some porn and the pooper finished up. The twink cam back to find me ass out. He plunged in raw. Fucked me in the stall. Bb of course. Then I moved out into the room and faced the wall, arms bracing me while he assaulted my ass and filled it. He kept fucking for a minute or so after coming. Then ate my ass. I jerked off on his face. Great fun.

------- Chapter 1.3 - Five Dollar Stripper ------- Ric was getting used to seeing the same guys in the shower in the morning. He had caught Dan and Scotty a few more times, but now they were at ease with Ric knowing what they did in the shower. Ric even fingered Scotty a couple times as he got into the shower. He was happy to know they had ditched the condoms and Scotty was getting filled with Dan's cum almost daily. But there was the guy that had made the comment that Ric had tried to brush off. They seemed to have the same schedule and were always the last to shower around that time. Just like the first time, he'd stare at Ric's naked body and while Ric didn't mind, he wondered if the guy just wanted to look or maybe fool around. The only words that ever were spoken was just "morning". After another encounter with the guy slowly drying himself with his eye's glued on Ric's body in the shower, Ric decided it was time to call him on it. At breakfast, he saw him sitting alone and sat down across from him. "Hey... Uh... I think I should start charging you five bucks to watch me dry off in the shower each morning. I take it you like what you see?" Ric said. The guy froze and then began to tremble. Ric chuckled and then said "I'm just kidding about the money. I'm Ric, by the way." "Uh... I'm Gabe. I didn't realize it was that obvious. Sorry" Gabe said, staring down at his plate. "I don't mind, it just seems weird that you look but never talk. Other than the occasional 'morning' greeting, that is. So what makes you keep looking?" Ric asked. It took a few moments, but Gabe finally quietly said "Everything." It seemed like getting Gabe to talk was like pulling teeth and Ric was about to give up. "Well, if you want a better look, just let me know. I try not to be too scary." He watched Gabe's eyes get big. "I'll stop if you don't want me looking" Gabe replied. "I think I said the opposite. What do you like best?" Ric asked. Gabe trembled again before taking a deep breath. "Uh... how chill you are... the ink is cool too... the hair..." Gabe said, pausing a moment before he said "and your dick." Ric laughed. "Most queer guys start with my dick. It's nice that you can look past it and see the rest of me too. My roommate isn't going to be back until five and I don't have class for a couple hours. Do you want to come over and talk a bit more?" "What? Really? You're not pissed?" Gabe said, finally sounding more comfortable talking to Ric. Ric leaned in and said softly "Why should I be pissed? My gaydar sucks. I'm never sure if guys on the floor are straight or gay. I like to meet other gay guys and maybe fuck around if they're interested." "Oh thank god. You're gay too? My gaydar sucks too. I've gotten beaten up a few times cuz straight dudes freak out if a gay guy hits on them" Gabe said. "Only the insecure ones. I've met some that weren't assholes and one that even gave it a try" Ric said. "Really? Wow. Uh... were you serious about meeting up today?" Gabe asked. Ric smiled and nodded before saying "I gotta head to class at twelve thirty, but any time before that is good. I'm just going to study, otherwise." "Uh... OK. I have a couple things to do but I can stop over in half an hour" Gabe said, sounding more excited by the second. Ric was laying on his bed in his usual room uniform of a jock and jogging shorts when the tap on the open door broke him away from reading messages from potential clients. He set the phone down and said "Come on in." He could sense some of the nervousness back in Gabe's demeanor. "Close the door and get comfortable" Ric said, pointing at the middle of his bed. He watched Gabe walk in and sit down near the other end of the bed. The jeans and tee he had on down at breakfast were replaced by some basketball shorts and a sleeveless tee. "I hope you're liking the floor better than the last place you were. It's hard to meet people if you move in a few weeks after everyone else. Did your roommate from last year not come back?" Gabe asked timidly. Ric laughed and explained "I'm a freshman. My roommates last year were mom and dad. The first two I had this year sucked. One guy said he was afraid I would rape him in his sleep and the other guy was just a dick. Eddy has been a million times better and I'm slowly meeting new people. How about you?" "Oh, I'm a junior. I've been on the floor the past two years with the same roommate. He's great since he spends all of his time at his girlfriend's place and I have the room to myself except for the odd time he comes back for a day or two" Gabe said. "That's cool. But I'd hate to get surprised when he shows up. At least with Eddy, I know his schedule" Ric said before moving to the middle of the bed, closer to Gabe. "What kinds of stuff do you like to do when you get your room all to yourself? It doesn't sound like you invite lots of guys over" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe. "Uh... no. After the last guy beat me up, I let other guys make the first move. I'm kind of submissive, anyway" Gabe replied. "That sucks. I mean that someone would beat you up for showing an interest in them. Submissive guys can be fun. Are you a bottom or one of those rare submissive tops?" Ric asked, moving a little closer and resting his hand on Gabe's leg. "Mostly bottom. I had a Dom make me fuck his sub last year, but I only top maybe once or twice a year... Are you one of those big dicked bottom guys? It seems that most freshman are bottoms" Gabe asked. Ric smiled hearing Gabe get much more relaxed. His hand moved under Gabe's shirt and started to feel the soft, hairless chest. Gabe let out a soft moan as Ric replied "I'm vers, but most of the time I top. I thought I'd be getting laid all the time in college, but it hasn't turned out that way. I was a lot more active in high school." "I'm sure a hot guy like you will have your pick of guys to fuck soon" Gabe said. Ric leaned in and whispered "I already found one. Whatcha think?" "Who? Me?" Gabe gasped. A few seconds later he said "Oh hell yeah!" Ric tugged on Gabe's shirt and had it off in a flash. Gabe slid off the bed, kicked off his shoes and pulled his shorts and underwear off almost as quickly while Ric stood up. A few seconds later, Gabe was on his knees looking up at Ric. Ric smiled and watched Gabe tentatively reach up to the sides of Ric's shorts. He nodded and Gabe pulled them down, revealing the growing bulge inside the jockstrap's pouch. Gabe didn't wait for approval for the next move, where he rubbed over the pouch and then pulled the jock off. Next, he wrapped his hand around Ric's cock and looked all around it. His tongue licked under the shaft and along the length before he pulled the foreskin back and licked over the head. Initially, Ric wasn't sure how experienced Gabe was but the way he was working his cock over now showed he knew his way around a guy's crotch. Gabe raised his other hand and started caressing Ric's groin while he lapped over the hardening shaft. It felt good and Ric let Gabe go at his own pace, soon feeling him wrap his lips around his cock and starting to suck. When Gabe grasped his hips with both hands, taking his cock in deeper, he knew he was in for a good blowjob. He wrapped his right hand around the back of Gabe's head, following it as it bobbed on his leaking cock. Gabe's hands moved around and grabbed on to Ric's butt cheeks as he kept sucking. Ric only gave a few light encouragement tugs but when Gabe gagged a little, he backed off. A couple deep breaths later, Ric felt his cock enter the tight throat. Gabe continued for a few more minutes, taking Ric deeper into his throat until he forced his face into Ric's pubes. He stayed there several seconds, squeezed his throat around Ric's shaft and then pulled off. "Fuck yeah! I can take it!" Gabe yelled out, looking up at Ric and smiling. "Damn, that felt good. You've done that before, I can tell" Ric said. "Mmhmm, last year there was a basketball player I used to suck off. His cock was about your size. While he claimed to be straight, he said gay guys suck dick a lot better than women. I think I sucked him off two or three times a week most of last year" Gabe said. His hands were back roaming over Ric's abs and groin when one stopped over the tattoo. "God, I love this tat. It looks so hot hiding there under your pubes. Do you know what it means or did you just get it since it looks cool" Gabe asked. "It's got a few meanings to me, but I know what it usually stands for. Do you?" Ric asked back. "Yeah, but I'm surprised. I usually don't meet poz freshman until later in the year" Gabe said. Ric chuckled and said "Well, I used to be a poz senior. Now I have to start over again. You don't seem to be scared by it." "Nah, I've been fucked by several poz guys. They're actually safer than guys that never get tested" Gabe replied, tracing his finger around the tattoo. "Not always. Only the one's on meds for a while. So you're poz too?" Ric asked, hoping to meet another poz guy to fuck. "No, I just got tested too. All neg, but yeah, the poz guys that fucked me were undetectable. I assume you are too. The tat doesn't look fresh so you've had it a while" Gabe said. Ric chuckled before saying "Bad assumption." He chuckled again as he saw Gabe's reaction. Several seconds later he added "I guess our play time is over, then. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to." He started to reach for his jockstrap on the floor when Gabe said "I don't want to stop. You're the hottest guy I've ever been with and that comment just made you even hotter. You're not looking at me as just another notch in your belt... or bedpost." Ric saw the excitement in his eyes and replied "Thanks. I try not to always think with my dick. Oral is pretty safe, you can suck me off if you want." "I'm up for anything. I always wondered what that basketball player's dick would feel like and you would be really close. I got a couple big dildos to try, but there's nothing like a real cock in your ass" Gabe replied. He winked at Ric and climbed back on the bed, laying on his back before pulling his legs back. "Just go easy, I haven't been fucked in over a week" Gabe said. "I only fuck bare. That ok?" Ric asked. "Yeah, condoms make my hole sore, so I avoid them" Gabe replied. Ric smiled as he reached over and flicked the lock on the door. A quick tug pulled Gabe's ass off the edge of the bed which was followed by a little push on his legs to get his hole in position. Ric dragged the tip of his leaking cock around the ring, watching the precum soak the soft skin. His eyes slowly looked up Gabe's body, first seeing his rock hard cock drip it's own pre, past the hairless chest and dime-sized nipples and up to his grinning face. He saw Gabe take a deep breath and relax, giving him the chance to push in. A couple seconds of pressure later, Ric's cock slipped inside and he paused, with just the head past the outer ring. Both guys moaned while Ric let Gabe get used to his bare cock. Gabe took a deep breath again and Ric felt a lighter grip on his dick and began to rock his hips to drive his cock deeper. "Oooohhh that feels so good" Gabe said softly, with just a slight hint of pain in his voice. Gabe was tight, but Ric quickly realized he knew how to take a thick cock. His strokes got longer and his cock plunged deeper each time. A few minutes later, Ric leaned forward, letting Gabe rest his legs on Ric's shoulders. The moans got louder from both of them and soon any evidence of pain was gone from Gabe's voice. "Yeah, plow that hole. Make me feel all of that dick" Gabe moaned out. "Mmm? You want more?" Ric asked, a grin covering his face. Gabe nodded and Ric began driving his cock in deeper. Gabe's moans turned to grunts with the longer thrusts, occasionally with a hint of pain coming back into his voice. The smile on Gabe's face never wavered, though. He'd lightly grip Ric's cock as it plowed in, gripping it tighter occasionally and clamp down hard a few times trying to get Ric to fill his guts with cum. Ric felt the hole getting slicker from his cock leaking precum. He wasn't sure he wanted to knock up another guy on the floor, though. He had already dumped another seven loads in Jack's neg ass and was waiting for the fuck flu to hit him any day now. But when Gabe squeezed his cock hard for the third time he had a decision to make and he had to make it quick. A few moments later he slowed down and Gabe started to milk his shaft. "Fuck yeah!" Gabe yelled out as Ric's cock started to swell and his breaths got labored. Ric pulled his cock free and aimed it at Gabe's chest and let his load spray all over. Gabe's smile disappeared and was replaced with a confused 'What The Fuck' expression. A few moments later, Gabe said "I was hoping you'd cum inside me." "You sure?" Ric asked. "Oh yeah. Its not a good fuck unless someone takes a load" Gabe replied. "I could knock you up if I breed you" Ric told him. "With as slick as my ass feels right now, your pre might already have. But I want to feel cum in me. You got some more?" Gabe asked. Ric felt his cock twitch a couple times and he nodded. With the shaft still hard, he adjusted his aim and jammed his cock back into Gabe's wet hole. Ric fucked harder than he had all day, trying to coax some more cum from his balls. "Work my nips" Ric said, staring back at Gabe and seeing the smile back on his face. At first, Gabe just rubbed lightly over the pierced nubs but a minute later the pressure got harder. Then he pinched them and Ric started to slam into Gabe's ass. When Gabe twisted his left nip and then right one, Ric howled out and slammed in one more time, releasing several volleys of toxic seed into Gabe's hungry ass. He heard Gabe cry out in the middle of his orgasm and he hoped it wasn't from regret. Then he felt Gabe's cock shooting cum into the bottom of his jaw. The next few spurts hit Gabe on his face and the rest over his chest and stomach. Both stood there, gasping but a grin on their faces too. Ric slowly pulled out and laid on top of Gabe's chest and kissed him. A few moments later, he rolled off and laid on his back next to him. "Now that I know you can cum twice, I'm going to expect at least two loads every time we fuck" Gabe said. "You shoot damn hard. That would feel real good breeding me. If you ever want to top let me know" Ric said. Gabe chuckled and replied "I like feeling a dick in me too much. It's even better when it leaves me feel sore and filled... like now." "Cool. But... maybe we can flip some time and you can shoot your first poz load in me" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. This is a not so short continuation of some characters from my story "A Brother In Trouble" centered around Ric and his first year at university (where BiT left off with him). It started out short, but I got carried away. He was introduced in Chapter 29 - and was in several other chapters after that. For those that just want a brief setup... Ric had turned 18 and his father was worried about his lack of sexual activity and hired an escort for Ric to get over his first-time anxiety. First a woman and when that failed (she told Ric's dad "he's a fag"), then a male escort (Joe) who took his virginity and gave him HIV. Ric embraced his new status and soon found several new gay friends at school who were eager for Ric share his bug with them. He helped Joe out with an escorting gig and did some work on his own, including one meet where he worked with another escort while touring a college campus in California. That led to him doing a scene in an adult video. The college is near where Joe (and his boyfriend Kyle) relocated after Joe graduated college. This story starts with Ric's first/freshman year in college. The first post is a little long due to some setup for the story. There are 6 Chapters, each have a few parts to them. ------- Chapter 1.1 - A Rough Start ------- The beginning of Ric's freshman year in college hadn't started out as good as he had hoped. He moved into his assigned dorm room and had just finished unpacking when his roommate arrived. He laid on his lumpy bed reading while the guy unpacked a pair of suitcases and four boxes of stuff. With most of the things put away, the guy introduced himself. "Hey, by the way I'm Steve, if you hadn't already figured that out from the nameplate" he said. "Hi, I'm Ric. I already scratched out the last part on the card. I don't know why they used my full name and your nickname" Ric replied. Steve shrugged his shoulders and picked up a red bandanna and tied it in a loop before hanging it over the door knob. "Know what that's for?" Steve asked. Ric thought quickly and knew of a few uses but doubted he'd be so lucky to have a gay roommate, especially one that knew about the old hanky code he'd read about. He also hoped that it wasn't there in case he wanted something quick to gag or tie up someone he wanted to rape, so he played dumb. "No I don't" he replied. "It tells you or me that someone's in here fuckin some bitch and to go away for a while. If you see it hangin outside don't try and come in" Steve explained, seeming a little disgusted at Ric's naivete. Ric replied "gotcha" and started to realize that he probably wasn't going to have much in common with his new roommate. "'Course a guy like you probably has tons of girls beggin to get your dick" Steve said just as Ric started reading again. "Yeah... a few" Ric replied nonchalantly. He wasn't quite ready to tell Steve that he was gay and wondered if he should take the pride bracelet he'd hung on a hook next to his keys down before his roommate noticed it. Ric had tried straight sex two more times since he graduated and each time couldn't stay hard to actually fuck. Foreplay seemed to be ok, but the thought of plowing a girl's pussy just turned him off. The condoms didn't help, either. With guys, the moment he saw guy's bare ass his dick immediately sprang up. Both of the girls knew he was gay but were sure with the right girl they could turn him straight. "Got a girlfriend, Ric?" asked Steve. "Nah, I'd rather just fuck around. Even my dad told me to avoid getting serious until after I'd graduated and not get married as young as he did" Ric replied. It was close to the truth too, he liked fucking a variety of guys he definitely preferred having fuckbuddies. While some of his friends back home were more on the "fuck" side and others were on the "buddy" side, his dick had gone into almost all of them. "Yeah, I know. My old man said fuck all ya want just don't get em preggers" Steve replied. Ric nodded but started to wonder if Steve's only thoughts were on sex. As much Ric loved fucking, it wasn't the only thing on his mind. Steve continued to blather on and Ric was wondering if it would ever end. They hit dinner down at the cafeteria and Steve disappeared afterwards, saying he was going to go look around campus. The third day was when Steve spotted the bracelet. "What the heck is that?" Steve asked, pointing at the bracelet. And that's where things started to go downhill. Two days later, Steve walked in with the Resident Assistant. "Dude, I just can't do it. I didn't sleep at all last night thinkin that you were gonna fuck my ass." Ric looked incredulous. "Yeah, and not a damn thing happened. You're not my type... not even close. You probably get laid more than I do unless all that big talk is just BS" Ric said, his blood boiling at that point. "Settle down, you two. I got another room for you to move to, Ric" the RA said. "Why do I have to move? Make the homophobic asshole find a new hole to crawl into" Ric snarled. In the end, Ric packed his stuff up just to get away from Steve before he punched his face in. His second roommate was slightly better, but still made a few too many comments that Ric didn't appreciate. This time it was Ric at the RA's room asking for another room. It took a few days but finally Ric was moving again. Instead of down the hall, it was over to a different building. Rather than just getting shuffled to an empty space again, Ric met the other guy before agreeing to move. "Hi, Eddy?" Ric said as he knocked on the open door. "Yeah, come on in" Eddy replied. They shook hands and Ric sat down on the empty bed and Eddy on his. Ric started out with his interrogation and Eddy calmly replied to each question. After almost thirty minutes Ric paused and Eddy said "Is that all? I have a few questions of my own." Ric chuckled and then apologized before Eddy began questioning him back. They finished up an hour after they started when Eddy had to leave for class. Ric moved in the next day and hoped the third room was last of his moves. Eddy seemed to have no issues with his sexual preference and just asked Ric not to lock him out 'too often' and to be respectful. Ric assumed that meant he shouldn't make out with anyone in front of Eddy or make him feel uncomfortable by doing things like watching porn when he was around. Both were things he could deal with and hoped it worked both ways. While Ric had been up front about his sexual preference, Eddy had stayed silent, not saying if he was gay, straight, bi or even asexual. He was a couple years older than Ric and Eddy told him the first roommate he had that semester dropped out to deal with family issues. As he settled into his new home, Ric made a list of all the things he still needed to do. The first was to get a new sim card for his "work" phone. He knew he was going to have to do a few escorting jobs to pad his bank account since things seemed a lot more expensive here than back home. He sent off a few messages to people that he wanted to keep in touch with, telling them that the old number would go dead in a couple weeks and he would send his new number that afternoon. One by one he got responses ranging from "ok" to a thumbs-up emoji. With his new number active, he sent out another round of messages. This time, some of the responses were a little more verbose. "hope it gets a lot of action", "want to talk about a new project" and "hope we work together again soon" were some that he got back. Ric smiled, happy that most of the guys were still interested in meeting. One item down and a dozen more to go. He headed off to one of his classes and sat through the boring lecture. He knew most of these freshman classes were pretty useless since he knew most of the stuff already, but he would need them to graduate and wanted to get them out of the way. The next morning he woke up as he heard Eddy getting ready for his 8 am math class. "He must be a morning person, I could never get my brain working on that stuff this early" Ric thought. He got up and wandered to the big shared guys bathroom in just his sleeping shorts and some sandals with a towel over his shoulder and his toiletry bag in his hand. He waited for one of the showers to free up and noticed one guy come out of the far end shower and a second later another guy poke his head out of the same shower to see if anyone was there. The shocked look on the second guy as he saw Ric staring back at him brought a big smile to Ric's face. He motioned for the guy to come out and mouthed "It's cool" to him. The guy was embarrassed and seemed to be trying to dry off in a hurry. Ric slid past the two guys, letting his hand rub over the second guy's butt and whispering "fuckin hot" before he stepped in the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He had intentionally left his shorts on until the curtain was closed to cover up the biohazard tat over his cock. He already had enough problems finding a roommate that would accept him and he didn't want to scare the rest of the people on the floor, at least not right away. Tossing his towel and then shorts over the curtain rod, he washed off the previous day's sweat. At home he'd usually stroke himself off during his morning shower but he didn't feel comfortable doing that with four other guys showering in the neighboring stalls. His balls were getting heavy, not having been emptied in several days and he knew he needed to drain them soon. He finished his shower and got out, the other guys having disappeared and only one other shower was occupied now. As he dried off, he heard the other shower turn off and hurried to finish. He was just toweling off his head when the curtain opened. It was only a couple seconds before he turned away and grabbed his shorts but apparently long enough for the other guy to catch a glimpse at his naked body. The other guy let out a drawn out "Fuuuuck" as Ric pulled on his shorts. Ric tossed the wet towel around his neck and turned back to go to his room. The other guy was still standing there, dripping wet and naked with his mouth dropped open. "Morning" Ric said to the guy he'd only seen a few times in the hallway. He looked kind of cute and much better naked than the other times he'd seen him fully clothed. "Goddamn that's hot" the guy replied and then a moment later replied "Uh... morning." Ric walked by, trying to stay as calm as possible and ignore the comment. He knew he should have said "Thanks" or something, but he still didn't think of himself as "hot" or "sexy", even if he had gotten all of those comments to his one porn scene and from a few of his clients. He wasn't even sure what the guy thought was so hot, but he finished up his morning routine and got back to his room to change. Ric finally felt like things were getting into a normal groove, but he was dreading his first task for the day. "They open at ten... half hour to get there... so leave at 9:45 so I'm not there with a ton of people for the opening rush" he thought to himself. He made his way down to the cafeteria and grabbed some juice, coffee, an apple and a couple granola bars before sitting down at a table by himself. He finished the first granola bar and was biting into the apple as two guys sat down across from him. It took a second but he realized it was the pair of guys from the shower earlier. Ric smiled and said "Morning guys... I don't think we properly met. I'm Ric" trying to break the ice. The guys stared back at him, surprised at how casual he seemed to be. "Uh... I'm Dan and this is Scotty" the one that had gotten out of the shower first stammered out. "Nice to meet you. Sorry if I surprised you earlier, but as I said then, it's cool. I don't care and I'm not going to say anything. It's good to know I'm not the only one on the floor that likes that kind of stuff" Ric said. He tried to carefully word his comments so that if anyone around them heard it they wouldn't know what he was really talking about. "Oh... Uh... Yeah... Thanks... I... I mean... we don't want it to get out" Dan stammered out. Ric knew they were both scared of getting outed in their first month of college and seemed to be unsure if Ric was being serious or not. Ric smiled slightly and quietly said "I get it. The rumor mill outed me last year. It's a lot better to do it on your own terms, but you'll be surprised at the response" as he finished the last of his breakfast. They seemed a lot less panicked after his last comment so he said "I got to take off. Have fun and I'll catch you guys later." He winked at them and went back to his room. Ric grabbed his backpack with stuff for his first class and then headed out of the dorm. He walked the six blocks over to the clinic on West Street that the one at home had referred him to. He took a deep breath and walked in the door and found the reception desk. "Hi, I just started school here and the clinic I used to go to back home referred me here. I think they sent my records too, but I'm not sure" Ric told the nurse. He really would have preferred talking to Douglas from the clinic back home, and while the nurse seemed friendly he wondered if this place would be as accepting of his status and lack of treatment. "Here are some forms to fill out and can you write your name, date of birth and the referring clinic name down on this piece of paper so we can find the charts they sent?" the nurse asked as she handed him a clipboard and a small scrap of paper. Ric grabbed a pen from the bin and put down the info on the small piece of paper and handed it back to her. He took the clipboard and sat down, filling out the form that was strangely familiar. It made him laugh and he realized that when he filled this form out the last time, he was a lot more sexually active. The moves, start of college and other things had conspired to kill his sex life. He thought back and other than a quick blowjob in a bathroom on campus and Joe's welcome party a month ago, he hadn't fucked anyone. He took the completed form back to the desk and the nurse said "we found your charts along with a couple others that Jones sent over. Did you move here with someone else?" "No, but I might know who the others are for. Are they for Joe and Kyle? They moved out here a month or two earlier." Ric asked. The nurse looked unsure how to respond, not wanting to divulge any private info. "Mmmm, maybe. Regardless, they should come and register to continue their treatment plan" she finally said. Ric smiled and said "I'll let them know." He sat back down and only ten minutes later heard his name called. Once again they called 'Ric' instead of his full name and he laughed to himself at how it was starting out just like at the Jones clinic almost a year earlier. Ric got all of his vitals taken and sat in an exam room for several minutes until there was a knock on the door and the doctor entered. "Hello, Ric. I'm Dr. Reynolds. Nice to meet you. I see from your records that you just moved out here. I assume from your age you're going to college here?" the doctor said. "Yeah. I just started classes last month and I was referred here by the clinic that I used to go to" Ric replied. "Good, it's always nice to get referrals from like-minded clinics. How's Bob doing?" the doctor asked. Seeing a blank look on Ric face he then added "I mean Dr. Simms." "Oh... I never knew his first name. He's good. Do you know him?" Ric asked. The doctor chuckled before saying "Uh, yeah. Quite well. We dated in medical school." A smile came over Ric's face and any concerns he had about going to the clinic faded away. "Now, while I look over your history, can you please take your clothes off so I can check everything out" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric took his shoes, shirt and jeans off and the doctor looked up briefly and repeated "everything." Ric removed his boxer briefs and caught the doctor smiling. "I see you've chosen to defer treatment. I know Dr. Simms is pretty stringent on that and only does it for certain patients so I don't see any reason to change that yet. I am concerned that you don't seem to be very active lately, Ric. I know that your first semester in college can be challenging to adjust to, but sex is one of the best ways to relieve stress and there are a lot of other guys your age eager to get more adventurous in their sex lives. Hell, I had one guy yesterday that had averaged almost three partners a day since he arrived on campus" the doctor said as his eyes roamed over Ric's naked body. Ric smiled and almost asked for the other patient's cell number. "Uh... yeah. Well, I've had a few issues with roommates and I'm on my third dorm room. Now that I've got that part fixed and I've gotten used to my classes, I'm starting to do the other stuff I need to. Like finding out how my body is dealing with the virus and meeting new people" Ric said. "Most guys your age don't really plan like that, they're more spontaneous and deal with the fallout as it comes... but I can appreciate your approach. Can you help me out here? I see on this chart it looks like the blood tests you took from them and I see columns for date, viral load, cd4 counts, blood pressure, et cetera, but I don't know what this last column is" the doctor asked. Ric looked at it and chuckled. "I'm not really sure, but I think that was neg guys I fu... had sex with. They asked me to tell the lab tech that info when I got my blood tests done" Ric replied. "Damn. It looks like you were very active until you moved. Those are only the ones without the virus? I assume there were several more then... Your body is probably in shock with the sudden lack of sex" the doctor replied with a laugh. Ric nodded and replied "Yeah, my hand is getting pretty tired" grinning. The doctor rolled his stool closer to Ric and first examined his cock and balls. "I bet you get a lot of compliments on this. It's pretty impressive and probably helps you pass your gift along. Is the tattoo an advertisement or a warning?" he asked with a grin. "I think of it more of a badge of honor since I got it for joining a club. It works as a warning too. If I wanted to advertise I would have gotten something larger like my friend Joe has. The one on his leg is much larger and he has a scorpion tattoo pointing towards his cock" Ric said. He was surprised that the doctor was interested in his ink and how easy it was talking with the doctor about it. "Mmm, nice. Hopefully he is sharing too. I know some people try to hide their status, others advertise and some warn. It's a personal choice and I like to hear how people make their decision" Dr. Reynolds explained. He continued his exam, checking almost every inch of Ric's body. "We probably do things differently than the last clinic you went to. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days that we reserve for clients like you. The staff on the other days is geared more towards prevention and treatment of infections. As I said, we will continue your current plan - just monitoring your health and you can change at any time or we will if there is a significant deterioration in your health. I would recommend that you become a lot more sexually active than you have been the past month. It will help you mentally as well as physically" the doctor explained. Ric nodded and felt his cock twitch. "Oh I plan to" Ric then said. "You can dress now and go down to the lab so we can see if anything has changed since your last blood work. It looks to have been pretty consistent after the initial infection" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric started to put his clothes back on as the doctor continued. "We would like to get monthly samples to see how things progress and quarterly checkups, for now. There won't be a need to inform the lab tech about your activity, as interesting as it sounds. In the future though, please visit on Tuesday or Thursday. The staff is much more supportive on those days about our decision to remain... viral. I know you will be a welcome addition to our community. Have a great day" the doctor said as he closed the folder and headed to the door. Ric followed the doctor out into the hall and was pointed in the direction of the lab. He signed in and took a seat, waiting to get his blood drawn. A few minutes later the door opened and a girl about his age came out and headed toward the door to the waiting room. He laughed to himself since she seemed to be embarrassed that anyone saw her there. He was glad he never went through that phase. The lab tech came out a minute later and drew a line through Ric's name on the list before he winked at him. "Come on in" the guy said. Ric's cock stirred again and he went in, closing the door and taking a moment to check the guy out. "Have a seat" the tech said after Ric stood there a little too long. "Oh, sorry" Ric said as he sat down and laid his right arm out on the rest. He kept looking at the tech, thinking he was really cute. He was smaller than Ric in every dimension he could see and Ric thought he'd be easy to toss around as he fucked the guy's brains out. He caught himself licking his lips as the tech said "Welcome, it's nice to see a new face around here. I see you've done this a few times before. I'll be taking three vials this time since we want a good baseline for your next visits" the tech said. Ric read the guy's name tag and it said "Hector D" before watching him prep everything. Ric had gotten used to seeing the needles and while he usually didn't watch them draw blood he did this time. It was just as painless as the ones Tyler had done back at the old clinic. Once the vials were filled and labeled, the tech said "Hopefully the numbers will be close to what you had last time, nice and strong on both sides" before looking Ric in the eye and smiling causing Ric to chuckle. They stared at each other a moment until Hector looked away and grabbed some tape. Ric got his arm bandaged and as he was about to get up the tech put his hand on Ric's forearm. Ric liked the soft, warm hand gently holding his arm. "I will see you in a month. Be sure to come on Tuesday or Thursday, though" Hector said. He paused, still holding on to Ric's arm and looking at Ric intensely before he said "I see on your chart that you haven't been getting much since school started. I know it can be hard meeting new people or finding hookups in a new place. We... uh... do free testing on Wednesday nights at a local bath house. I don't know if that's your kind of scene but I'm sure you would be really popular there. I have a card that allows guys like you to get in for free... if you're interested." "Yeah, it's been a little crazy and I know I need to get out more. That would be really cool, I've never been to a bath house before, just a couple bookstores" Ric said. A second later, Ric asked "Uh... By guys like me... do you mean poz guys?" Hector nodded. "The card is for any poz guy, but I like to make sure that there are plenty of detectable guys there" he said with an evil grin. Ric felt his cock twitch again and Hector leaned in "We get lots of new patients from there. No one asks status and the few condoms that get used always seem to break. A perfect combo for people like us that get into breeding neg guys" Hector quietly said with a chuckle at the end. "I can't make it tonight, but hopefully next week" Ric said. Hector handed him a card after writing a number on the top corner. "Most of the numbers are just random, but one indicates you are detectable and another that you like to share. That will give you priority. Uh, I should have asked, but from the note in your file I assumed you like to share" Hector said. Ric nodded and thanked him as he took the card and got up. Ric adjusted his partially stiff cock in his jeans and said "See you next week" to Hector before he headed towards his first class of the day. He almost fell asleep during the lecture and noticed several people in the auditorium getting an extra snooze too. When the class finally ended he wandered out of the building wondering how he was going to kill a couple hours before his next class. Ric found a spot under a tree and sat down, spending some time reading ahead for one of his classes but his eyes kept looking around at the guys walking by. He pulled out his phone and popped up a gay cruising app, seeing if anyone was looking. "Holy fuck!" he muttered to himself. "Over a hundred guys!" was his next thought. A quick check of the filters told him why. "10 miles is too far and let's get rid of the guys looking for later" Ric said to himself. With the number more manageable, he then checked out the poz guys. "First time cruising here, I'll just look for other poz guys this time" Ric thought. There were four and he quickly looked through the list. Two looked like professors, one guy a few years older who's pics looked like those of a serial killer, and one guy in his late 20s. "Hot profile. you looking?" he tapped out to the late 20s guy. A few minutes later he got a reply - "working atm but can take brake in 15 u got good pics what u lookn 4?" "BJ or fuck. balls r full " Ric replied. "Poz & 19?" the guy asked. "Poz & 18 last yr thought u wudnt mind" Ric sent back and started searching again. "its ok surprised" came in and then "only have 15 min. got 2 b quik" from the guy. "Know a place?" Ric replied. He knew the guy wasn't too far away, but wondered where a safe spot for a quickie would be. "S end of library meet at construction gate @11:30 I'm Jim" was the reply. Ric got up and walked toward the library. He got his phone out to figure which way was south and then laughed when he saw the huge construction site. He got to the south end and found only one small gate for workers to go in and out of. He stood nearby and waited the few minutes until half past the hour. A guy came out with a hard hat, dirty tee and some even dirtier jeans. Ric started walking along the fence towards him and when he got close asked "Jim?" "Yeah. Damn, you look even better in person. Uh... Follow me" Jim said. They walked quickly into the new building shell and then along the wall to a boarded up hallway leading to the old part of the library. Jim slid the plywood to the side, walking inside and once Ric was past, slid it back. There were a few pallets of building supplies in the hallway and that's where he stopped and turned around. He fished around his pocket and pulled out a packet of lube and a condom. "I only fuck bare. That condom wouldn't fit anyway" Ric said, picking up the lube. "Cool. Most guys won't fuck me without a rubber. Let's try just spit first" Jim said, starting to kneel. Ric set down his backpack and unbuttoned his jeans. Jim reached up and tugged them down, trying to spend as much time sucking or fucking, not talking, before he had to get back to work. "Fuck. That's gonna feel so good in me" Jim said before he took Ric's cock in his mouth. The blowjob was quick but after a couple minutes, Ric's cock was rock hard and coated with spit. He thought "this guy is a pro at quick fucks." Jim stood up, dropped his pants, revealing a stained jockstrap and then bent over the pallet of five gallon plastic paint cans. Ric was right behind him, pulling his ass apart and pushing his wet cock up to the puckered hole. He pulled back the foreskin, dropped three gobs of spit on the exposed head of his cock and pressed forward. A few seconds later, the hole yielded and his cock descended. A groan came out of Jim's mouth, barely audible over the sound of drills, hammers and some heavy equipment. It was a classic quickie. Both had all of their clothes still on and their pants were pulled down just far enough to fuck. With the ease Ric got halfway in, he knew Jim was an experienced bottom. Ric pulled back and added a couple more gobs of spit and then began to plow into the hungry hole. "Fuck... I missed havin a bare dick in me" Jim moaned out as he started to push back as Ric would thrust in. Ric quickly increased the pace, plowing in with long strokes. He knew he didn't have a lot of time but was enjoying every second. Five minutes quickly passed and both of them were grunting with each stroke. With the fifteen minute break quickly running out, Ric slowed down and fucked harder with his cock pulling all the way out and then slamming back in. The first time Ric's cock came out of his hole Jim yelled back "No! Cum inside!" Ric shoved back in, growling "I always do." He did it two more times and then grunted "hope ya wanted a recharge!" With his cock planted most of the way in, he growled out as his cock throbbed, filling the poz hole with a large load of cum. Ric could feel Jim breathe heavily and the sweat had soaked through his tee shirt. When their bodies recovered a minute later, Ric pulled back, watching some cum drip down Jim's leg. When his cock was a little softer, he stuffed it back into his trunks and zipped up his jeans. Jim pulled up his jeans and turned around. "That was fuckin great. I haven't had a load in me in months. Uh... recharge? You're not on meds?" Jim asked. Ric chuckled. "Nope" he replied and started to follow Jim back out of the building. A few other construction worker were standing around and they made a few comments - "Tappin college boys Jim? He know what you're shootin?" and "Fuck! That's a hot young boy" and "Jim, he spit or swallow?" Ric laughed again and said "Thanks, Jim. Let me know if its a boy or girl" making sure that the other guys heard him. He walked back towards his next class, stopping in to a restroom to quickly clean up. With his cock no longer covered in spit and cum, Ric found another spot to sit and kill time before his next class, hoping the wet spot on his jeans would dry in time. He pulled his phone out and there were a couple messages from Jim - "Ignore those guys all bad fucks", "U really toxic?", "Thx again Best I had in long time Txt me any time" and then left his phone number.

Loved it. Thank you @losolent. Certainly a classic love story with some twists and turns that you do so very well.

The possibility is absolutely feasible. BUT you have to find a partner who isn't insecure--and thanks to the sexually toxic values brainwashed into most of western culture via Judeo-XIan dogma, this can be like searching for a needle in a gaystack. My other half and I reject sexual monogamy as unnatural and unhealthy for the male, and there is research that supports this. For us, sex is a Pleasure sport among males as Nature meant it to be. To that end, we both play and encourage each other to enjoy ourselves with other guys. He ahs even been the camera guy on some of my porn scenes. It works because we understand that sex is NOT synonymous with Love as the religious dogmas market it to be. Sex and Love are more like overlapping Veen diagram circles. The challenge is the Jealousy factor, which culturally inbred at this point almost form childhood. That's the factor where we are told the relationship is based on Love when in reality it is based on Jealousy of the Other. The validity of the whole thing rests on the promise to never have sex with someone else and if you do, everything else about the relationship was a lie and it's all over. And this whole idea is built out of the absurd religious notion that sex is a holy sacrament, meaning the primal act of sex is dirty and sinful unless it occurs under specific conditions (a sexually monogamous relationship between two people married in holy matrimony) and then-somehow--it's never explained--but somehow this dirty sinful act magically transforms into the Ultimate Expression of Pure Love. If you can find people who have seen this for baseless fraud it is and have moved on to where they can be emotionally committed to another partner or partners and not think anything of the primal promiscuous sex drives that fuel us males, then you've found what you are looking for. And it is difficult. We have a couple we have played with several times (together and solo) and one of the partners is insanely jealous when his other half gets played with even though they are both supposedly open. That's a huge sign of deep seeded personal insecurity on his part, harkening back to the culturally instilled notion that if sex happens with another, and it's good sex and chemistry, the playing partner might leave him in favor of the other person. So yes, you can find a partner like I was blessed by Asmodeous to find, who encourages my promiscuous behavior, yet we still Love each other deeply and at the end of the day we know the other comes first in our lives. Hope this helps. Jared, Apostle of Lust

no!!! I love my extra fat penis and having it fondled and milked for nut seed. I have a great manpussy/jockunt where my asshole used to be. It loves being filled and stretched and used. I get to have the best of both worlds.

We all can’t… but we must let @losolent have the time he needs to continue using his genius to craft top stories for our entertainment 😉

I can’t wait for the next instalment!!

2 weeks ago mate offered out my ass, first in a hotel room then sauna and back to hotel room. 19 hours and 29 loads later i was just a sloppy fucked up (literally) sweaty dripping mess.

I love being fucked with an audience

I debated about writing this as it may not seem terribly interesting for this site. And given my own crazy past sex life, this is mild. But I wanted to anyway because I'm so happy right now. I have a friend I've known for six years. We met at a job. We clicked instantly as friends even though he's considerably younger than me. ( He was 24 to my 46, I'm older than his dad, lol.) He was married at the time to a bitch who didn't like me. (He's bisexual, and she was jealous of our friendship) He got divorced and met another chick, got married again and had a kid who is now 2. We've kept in touch and in Dec he told me his second marriage failed as well. So I've never hit on him before. I have lines I won't cross, especially with friends. But I decided, what the hell, and on Christmas sent him a text basically telling him I want to suck his cock. He responded favourably, but with his kid we hadn't been able to hook up. Until last night. His ex took his daughter for a few, so I went over to his place. After some weed and a bit of Netflix, (I'm not getting mushy, but it was SO nice to just be with a man, and to hold him and be held again. I haven't touched another man in over three years!) we finally got down to it. I can't even describe how it felt to have a cock in my mouth again after so long! I gave him the best head I could and was rewarded with his sweet, sweet cum. It was the best thing I had ever tasted!!! He just jerked me off as he wasn't mentally ready to suck me off yet, given his last few months. But I didn't care. I had the taste of his cum fresh in my mouth. And we're definitely going to be getting together a LOT more frequently! He likes ass play, so that will absolutely be in the future! I'm just so fucking happy to have a friend with benefits again!

Fingering a hole, finding it slick and wet, and smelling cum, makes me pick that one. I cannot resist a preloaded hole. It's ideal if I see the previous top pull out after cumming inside. As for the decision to give up my load or save it for the next hole, it comes down to how well we "fit" together. I try to hold off and nut when I encounter a hole that feels particularly good to fuck (whether because it's tight, because the guy clenches, because he moves in sync with me, or I admit, because some kind of connection develops, such as kissing spontaneously). I don't mean to put anyone down — in my book, any person who takes random, bare cocks in a dark room is amazing, in touch with their own desires and eager to please other people — just to say that there will be a perfect hole for every cock. The first guy I ever bred, one choice among several walking around a glory hole arcade in San Francisco that night, I chose because he looked similar to me. I felt connected to him because we were both young men of color. By the way, @EuRawBottom, I love your question because it's so significant. It gets at the gay version of evolutionary biology (just as asking which women men decide to impregnate or, more properly, which men women select to impregnate them, gets at the formal notion of evolutionary biology).

It had been a hard week. Our platoon was out in the field on training maneuvers. We arrived back at the barracks tired, muddy, and chilled to the bone. We figured out two days in that Sarge, being the asshole he is, didn’t tell us we’d be camping out and in the open the entire week so he could teach us a ‘readiness’ lesson. It was November for fuck’s sake. We had no gear, no cover, no vest, just boots, fatigues and weapons. Two of those things were what Sarge called ‘the only things a soldier needs’. Boots and weapons. A soldier fights naked if he has to. Readiness was the army code word for surprise. And in the army, there are never any good surprises. The cold soaking rain certainly wasn’t, and I just knew Sarge had scouted the weather ahead of time. Ironically, the mud we crawled through, slogged through, choked on and wore actually provided a slight extra insulation. Even if we could have showered we probably wouldn’t have, aside from the rain which did little to make us feel clean. You reach a point where the pain and dirt just feels normal. Still, it was rough. But if you didn’t like roughing it in the Army, you should have joined the Air Force. Those words of wisdom from Sarge were our mantra. He seemed to get intense satisfaction from driving us past our limits. Asshole. But he was OUR asshole and we considered him one of our brothers. Our older, dickwad asshole brother, but still a brother. We all trudged into the barracks looking forward to shucking our muddy battle dress, getting a hot shower, and having a weekend of partying and rest. Addison, whose nickname was Sleeper, was already peeling off his uniform before he even took two steps inside the door. I had to chuckle, our training was that ingrained. In the barracks, dress code was relaxed. You could walk around naked if you wanted, which many of the guys did during down time. You didn’t do it during duty hours, but only because of Sarge’s ‘readiness’ drills. Sucks to be you if you were the last one to fall in. Sucks to be you if you fall in with one hair out of place. But one step outside the barracks door was the Army’s world, and Sarge looked for any excuse, any infraction to heap a shitload of abuse and punishment on the slacker. And sometimes we ALL paid a price. But cross that threshold and Sleeper rarely waited to get butt as naked. Sleeper was naked before the last guy got through the door. Of course. Sleeper wasn’t shy. He flaunted his athletic, beefy magnificence. We gave him the nickname because he had been a wrestler in high school, all state in the 190 lb weight class. He was used to locker rooms, group showers, hanging out naked with the guys. At 6’1” he was obviously a beast in high school, and a year in the Army had packed on 30 more pounds of muscle. 6’1”, 220 just sat well on him, with his ridiculous casual masculine swagger. When we first thought up the name, it was because Holler, whose real name was Foger, thought Sleeper was talking about t.v. wrestling and asked him if he knew how to do the Sleeper hold. Hell, most of us thought it was a good question, but Sleeper scowled and educated us about freestyle competition wrestling and what you could and couldn’t do. Some of the stuff they did when the ref couldn’t see was downright brutal. Fingers in the asshole, gripping nuts, grinding your junk into their face, stuff like that. He said the refs tended to ignore that stuff as long as it was during the execution of a move. But deliberately cutting off your opponent’s air and blood supply was unsportsmanlike and unnecessary roughness, two fouls that could get you a point penalty at least, and disqualified at worst. But the name Sleeper stuck, and he gradually accepted that you don’t get to choose your nickname, and his was mild compared to some of the others. Even Holler was a rather tame nickname, we just couldn’t come up with anything really clever for that backwoods redneck. Every word he spoke had a slurred country drawl so thick it needed a translation. It was so bad that Puta, our New York Puerto Rican brother asked ‘Ay Puta, were ya born in a holler down in kintuckee?’ Fuck, he tried to mimic Holler’s southern accent, but it was nowhere near and the rest of us about cried we laughed so hard. Holler glared at Puta, but we all knew nothing was going to happen. Holler was about 140 lbs soaking wet, a scrawny, gangly little shit. Puta would break him like a twig. Puta called everyone Puta unless he was being serious. That’s how he got his nickname. We told him we’d stop calling him that when he stopped calling everyone that. He just said ‘Ay, fuck you puta.’ Just a bunch of guys going around calling each other ‘whore’ in Spanish. Gotta love the Army. Enough about that, you’ll learn the other brother’s names later. Where was I? Oh yeah, Sleeper’s big round marble white ass rumbling towards the showers, two globes of perfect muscle stacked on tree trunk thighs that flared out beyond his narrow hips. It looked like snow on hills, he was so white. Still, he wasn’t the biggest brother, nor the most built. That honor belonged to Zeus. Holy shit, Zeus was just blessed by the Gods. No one bothered Zeus. Not that Zeus was mean, or angry, or frightening. Zeus was a clam, silent giant. Even when he looked at us individually, it never seemed to be a judgement. He was difficult to figure out. Sometimes, rarely, he smiled at a joke someone made. If you got that smile from him, that rare emotional response, you felt like you won some big prize. He just had….something. Something the rest of us wished we could learn. But we settled with just basking in its effects when Zeus deigned to interact with us poor mortals. “Which one of you grunts messed up my beautiful barracks with your fucking filth!?!” came the roar from behind us. At this point we were all, except Zeus, at least half undressed. Zeus hadn’t made a single move to get undressed. “Fall in!” Fuck! Sarge knew there was no way we could NOT muck up the place. Hell, half of us, like Sleeper, undressed just a couple steps inside, so we WOULDN’T create a mess we’d just have to clean up. 32 filthy guys in limited square feet peeling off shoes, socks, uniforms, underwear, no one cared what body part pressed up against who. All asses and armpits, as Sarge says. We scrambled immediately into formation. Footlong (we WANTED to call him horsedick but better sense prevailed) wasn’t even half out of his pants and he had to waddle into line and just leave them around his knees, his wet boxer briefs suctioned to his namesake down his right leg. His absurd double doorknob sized balls hung down the other leg, almost hanging as low as his cock. He said he had to divide them up like that or it was just too much meat in one place. Sarge’s green eyes gazed at the floor, sweeping in lazy arcs, an angry frown deepening with every smear of mud he saw. He looked up at the wall beside the door where a muddy handprint marred the whitewash. Quietly…dangerously… he said “who is barrack’s bitch this week?” We all went white when we heard him say barrack’s bitch. That was supposed to be a secret. How’d he find out? Barrack’s bitch was our little hazing game on Saturday nights, the only night of the week when we were on post that we could let loose. One brother, chosen at random from a hat, had to take orders from anyone who gave it, do anything they were told. Barrack’s Bitch bought the beer, or liquor for those who wanted that. Barrack’s bitch fetched refills, cleaned up spills, did party tricks for our amusement, was subservient at all times, and basically let the rest of us feel just a little power and control, for just a brief moment, in our powerless grunt lives. I forget who originally came up with the idea, maybe it was Bootlicker, he always had great ideas. He was easily the smartest of all of us. How he ended up eating mud with the rest of us in a rainy miserable November, I’ll never know. He could have gone to college. “Someone better speak up. I can take away your Saturday anytime I want. A sergeant doesn’t repeat himself.” “Wanker is Barrack’s bitch, Sarge. “ Wanker said. Oh fuck, we owed him big. We hadn’t had a chance to do the drawing yet, so technically we didn’t have a bitch this week. Wanker fucking volunteered. And you NEVER volunteer in the Army. I felt bad that Wanker was probably going to spend the next three hours of his liberty cleaning up our mess. “Excellent. Outstanding. You were on my list anyway.“ Sarge said with every inflection of sarcasm he could milk from his cold, dead heart. “Private Wanker, you’re with me. The rest of you animals better remove any sign of your unfortunate presence from my barracks before I get back. She better shine and glow like a virgin after her first fuck.” He stared at us for a three count. “MOVE YOUR SORRY FUCKING ASSES, GRUNTS! IT WAS NOT A REQUEST.” We damn near injured ourselves as we darted around picking up clothing, it didn’t matter whose. Sleeper grabbed someone’s underwear, the cleanest thing he could find, and started wiping up mud, the globes of his chiseled ass vibrating while his dick and balls swung between his legs like a fucking bell ringing that the pope had died. That gave everyone the idea, and, well… that was how 30 soldiers ended up naked and scrubbing mud with their own underwear on their hand and knees while Sarge watched for a minute. Satisfied that we were doing the job, he turned and left, with Wanker following his beefy back, Sarge’s pristine uniform dry, spotless and pressed like he hadn’t spent a week babysitting idiots sitting in mud. What the fuck? He had MAYBE 45 seconds between when we left the transport and when he came through the barrack’s door. How could he be clean, dry and spotless? Anyway, not even Sarge said anything to Zeus, who still stood absolutely silent at parade rest, staring at the rest of us working. He’d never undressed. His fatigues were muddy, but his boots were clean. I guess he didn’t feel like he made a mess, so he wasn’t going to clean it up, and no one was going to say anything about it. Zeus was…. well, confusing would be a good word. So we got everything cleaned up, our faces up someone else’s ass until it was spotless. Then we hit the showers. Everyone except Zeus. We took our time, looking forward to the party, letting the hot water soak away our tiredness. “Should we wait for Wanker? Or should we choose another bitch?” Dimples asked? No, he didn’t have dimples when he smiled. Not on those cheeks anyway. “Fuck dat.” Puta replied. “Dat puta volunteered. I’m no gonna be putting my name in a hat dis week. Das all I care about. He be back soon.” We all silently agreed. After all, he escaped having to mop up mud with someone’s dirty underwear. Soon we were all cleaned up and feeling fresh. It took a while to get clean. We all dried off and went to our bunks to throw on some clothes, even if it was just a pair of socks or underwear. Footlong of course wore his usual boxer briefs. He didn’t like anyone looking at his massive cock, which was difficult NOT to look at when it swung free. Zeus got up and went to the showers. He never showered with the brothers. He just waited patiently, quietly doing his quiet thing. We did notice though, that while we were using up all the hot water, he’d cleaned the mud from all our boots, and put them at the end of the bunks. Our fatigues were piled neatly, still muddy, on an empty rack near the corner. Zeus was a good guy, an excellent soldier. He just didn’t like to join the group. I did wonder why we’d never chosen his name for Barrack’s bitch, though. But, as with everything else, I just figured he was blessed by the Gods. About that time Wanker returned. He seemed a little jumpy, and stripped down to go shower himself. “You gotta wait, Wanker.” I said. “What for, Assmunch? I don’t start bitchwork yet.” Yeah, that’s me. Assmunch. It USED to be Scarlett on account of how red I turned when angry, exerting myself, embarrassed… hell, I turned red if I breathed. But one of my turns at Barrack’s bitch went a bit wild. I violated the subservience rule, and was ordered to kiss the brother’s ass that I’d offended. “Kiss it.” Sleeper said, presenting his amazing ass to my face. Troll and Cellblock held me on my knees to either side. Cellblock pushed my face closer. I could feel the hot, damp atmosphere of Sleeper’s sweaty, hairless crack hitting me like a sauna. “Oh look, Scarlett is all red.” Troll laughed. “Your brother gave you an order. Kiss. His. Ass.” I darted in and gave his left asscheek a quick peck. “Oh, that makes the other cheek lonely. Scarlett, be a pal and kiss the other one” Sleeper said with a dirty grin. “But I’m not your sister. Kiss it like you mean it. “ Truth was, it wasn’t a big deal. It was just his butt, and it was a nice one. But acting like I hated it was part of the game. So I pressed my lips to his right asscheek and made out with it. Damn, it was solid, and smooth, and tasted of sweat and that cheap soap we used. I pulled away after ten seconds. “I think he was into it, bro” Cellblock commented. “His tongue tasted all of that lily white booty.” “Really? Did you like the taste of my ass, bitch?” Sleeper looked over his shoulder with eyebrows raised. “Don’t be ashamed to admit it. I know it’s a piece of grade a prime beef. It should taste delicious.” He flexed his ass then wiggled it in my face. “But that wasn’t the best part. You gotta get deep in the meat near the bone for the most flavor. “ He bent over, his cheeks spread as he looked at me from between his knees. I’d never been this close to another man’s asshole, and the sight kinda stunned me for a second. I don’t know if all assholes looked like his, but it seemed like it was all just smooth white skin with a tiny little rift. No hair, no pucker, no visible difference from the asscheek I just frenched. I looked at him, his eyes daring me, that confident grin. He was a rotten handsome prick. But, if I was going to lick anyone’s asshole, my best friend’s was probably the only one. “Fuck it.” I said. The guys were all gathered around, hooting, catcalling, laughing. They were going to witness this bullshit with horrified attention like a car wreck you couldn’t look away from. And I was determined to make it as unpleasant for them as I could. Which meant going full on gay with it. “Lemme have my arms.” I said to Cellblock and Troll. They dutifully released me and stood fascinated to see if I’d go through with it. I placed my hands on his ass, gripping his glutes, pushing his cheeks together and apart. “You ready? After this, you’re gonna understand why the ladies love me. When I go down, I give it everything I got. You’re going to beg me to do this to you again.” “You ain’t never had no ladies. Don’t try to lie. You probably gonna leave bite marks on his shitter.” Cellblock said. With that, I dove in. I kept his asscheeks apart so the guys could watch my big tongue slurp right up his crack, starting at his taint and pushing upwards across his insanely perfect hole to the end of his crack. “Oh shit! He really went in!” Troll said. The other brothers varied in their reactions, from disgust to cheering. I zeroed in on the target, my mouth open, and smothered his almost hidden sphincter with my tongue. Sleeper let out an involuntary “ohhhhhh fuck” and I moved my hands to his thighs and pulled him into me as I began assaulting that hole with my tongue, lips, nose, chin, just grinding away with heavy slurping noises, tons of saliva and noises like I was eating the best meal of my life. Sleeper was trying not to move, but I could feel slight pushes and tiny flexes of his thighs I was gripping. I no longer had any awareness of what the guys were doing, simply lost in eating Sleeper’s asshole like a pussy. “Shit dude. You gotta stop.” He said after a minute or so. I didn’t know how long I was in there. “You sure, sir?” I mumbled from between his cheeks. “Dude, stop. Okay… you’re done.” I pulled away, my face wet. I’m sure I was red as a beet, but it was worth it. I looked down at his face, still between his legs, his eyes were closed and he was breathing a little heavy. I noticed his dick was almost hard, his foreskin pulled almost all the way back, and he was leaking pre-cum. He reached up between his legs and swiped across his asshole, probably to give himself a moment to recover and get rid of the dick slime dripping off his cock so the guys wouldn’t see. Looks like Sleeper enjoyed it more than a little, I thought. I had to admit, I enjoyed it too. Not too much different than eating pussy. “Now I have assmunching juice all over me!” He growled. “You asked for it, and I did warn you.” I replied, wiping my face with my hand. “How’d it taste, Assmunch? Looks like he gave you a full helping. You were buried up his crack for five minutes. We couldn’t even see your nose.” Bootlicker jibed. “Tasted like freedom, America, and grunt beef!” I laughed back. Sleeper was still bent over, his hands on his knees. His ass still near my face, cheeks spread, his shiny asshole clenching and releasing. “Whew, I need a beer. Bitch, get me a beer. It’s gonna take me a minute to dry out. Felt like you were trying to taste what I had for breakfast. Holy good God in heaven. “ “Be right back. “. So… Assmunch stuck. You gotta roll with the punches. Sleeper and I would later have a heart to heart about my skills, but that’s a story for later. We were best buds, of course we were going to talk about it. And more it turns out. Where was I? Oh yeah, Wanker stripped down headed to the showers. “What for Assmunch?” “Zeus is in there. You gotta wait.” I told him. Wanker sighed, knowing he had to let Zeus take his shower alone. He went to his bunk, looking like he hurt his leg or something. He wasn’t walking right. The rest of the guys were hyping up for our party, ready to get things moving. “You okay Wanker? What’s up with you? “ I asked. “If you need to go see medical, we can choose another bitch. But you did get off easy not having to clean up. What did Sarge want, anyway?” “It’s no big deal. Just a sore hip.” He said morosely, which was out of character for him. He was usually one of the funny ones, always cracking jokes. Even when we caught him in the toilet whacking off he just laughed and busted his nut right in front of us. He actually hit Sackless right on the chin with one of his spurts. Wanker’s got a fucking firehose when he shoots. He’s the distance champion for nut AND piss out of all of us. “Sarge just needed to discipline me for something. I kinda fucked up, but he’s going to give me a pass this time.” “Fuck man, that sounds serious. What’d you do?” I asked. “It was supposed to be a joke, just a prank on the Charlies. You know those guys are dickwads, not like us. Well, THEIR Sarge raised hell with our Sarge.” “WHAT DID YOU DO?” I stressed again. “Put liquid contact adhesive in their shampoo dispenser.” “Sounds like a Bootlicker idea” I mused, laughing. “Oh that’s evil. But wouldn’t they have to use it right away? Or it’d just turn to rubber, right?” “No, that’s the beauty of it.” Wanker said, without any enthusiasm at all. “If it doesn’t contact air, it stays liquid. Bootlicker knows his shit. That’s why the Charlies look like green recruits now. They had to shave their heads just like in boot camp. Bald as babies. They finally grew their hair back this year, and they had to shave it all again.” “Fucking classic. Doesn’t sound like anything that the Sarges would get involved in though.” Wanker sighed. “The shampoo dispensers were trashed. Had to be replaced. Sarge said willful destruction of Army property is taken very seriously. I woulda been fucked.” He paused, closed his eyes. In a weak voice almost too quiet to hear he continued “I WAS fucked.” I was puzzled why he wasn’t happier. “But you said Sarge gave you a pass.” Wanker looked me dead in the eye and repeated “no, I was fucked.” There was a change in his emphasis that seemed odd. “God don’t be dumb, Assmunch. That’s how I got the pass. Charlie’s Sarge plowed his huge Hungarian dick into my ass. I was fucked by Sergeant Charlie. And he didn’t pull out, use a condom or go easy. He ripped me apart and busted in my asshole, which is still dripping his nut, while I was bent over Sarge’s desk like a cheap whore. I squatted as soon as I was outside, but fuck there’s like a gallon of it in me, it just keeps coming out.” Wanker was damn near crying, but he was keeping it together . Soldiers don’t cry. “Don’t tell the guys. I shouldn’t even have told you. Okay?” “You don’t have to worry, Parker.” I said. Just using his first name sounded weird to me, but this was no time for juvenile nicknames. “I’m glad you told me. Are you okay? Do you need me to do anything?” “I’ll be fine. It’s not the end of the world. I took my punishment. I agreed to it.’ He said with a morose chuckle. “And honestly, it would have been worse getting demoted and having to leave you guys, maybe leave the Army. That would have hurt way more I think.” I nodded, understanding. Pain was a known quantity, we lived and breathed pain. We carried on. It was all bearable when you had your brothers beside you. “But, I need a favor. Later, not now.” He said. “Name it, brother, it’s yours.” I replied. “After the party, I need you to look at my ass. It felt like he broke something inside me. I can’t ask anyone else, don’t want to go to the infirmary and answer a lot of questions. I figure you’d probably know what to look for after being up Sleeper’s hole that time. You can say no.” I pulled him into a deep hug. “I’d be honored to. After the party.” I held him for a few more seconds, and felt the tension drain from his body. Looking like he felt better, we saw Zeus coming back, fully clothed in some pajamas his mom probably sent him. Little German Shepard puppies frolicking all over them, but no one said a word. He didn’t even look stupid wearing pajamas a six year old would wear. Fuck, I wish I had half of whatever God blood flowed through his steel veins. Where she found puppy dog pajamas to fit a 6’5” hulk that barely fit into his fatigues was a mystery only she knew. Zeus walked to his bunk like he was dressed in biker’s leathers, or fucking medieval armor. “Go clean up, I’ll stall the brothers.” I told Wanker. “I’ll set up for you so they don’t get cranky.” We both knew if they got cranky Wanker would be given way more shit than usual. He walked away. I turned to Zeus. “Thanks for doing our boots Zeus. That was really nice of you.” He turned to me, almost to see if I was being sarcastic. I wasn’t. Then he smiled and I felt the world shift. For a moment I felt like the star of his world. I know I was lighting up red, probably the reddest I’ve ever been, but fuck if I cared. I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from his piercing hazel eyes. “”It’s okay Andrew. I didn’t help clean.” His voice was a physical sensation, a vibration that caressed my entire body. It was deep, gentle but with a force like a wave that moves you without harm or pressure. He wasn’t even trying to be charming or dominant or alpha, all of those things were just exuded naturally from every pore on his body. I would have cut my own throat at that moment, with a smile, if he but asked. Did he know? Did he realize how he affected all of us? Did he see my absolute capitulation and hero worship written on my face? I couldn’t hide it if I tried, my brain made no sense when he looked at me. During hushed conversations with the brothers, we realized he affected every single one of us the same way. Hell, Puta had never once called Zeus ‘Puta’, that was how altering Zeus was. Sarge never screamed at him, ever. “I was going to shine them, but you guys weren’t in the shower long enough.” He almost sounded like he was apologizing to me. What the fuck, no that wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t anyone that should apologize. “It was nice enough that you got the mud off. And we used all the hot water, which was an asshole thing to do. We didn’t deserve for you to do anything nice for us.” I swear this was the most Zeus had said to any one of us. What the fuck was going on tonight? Wanker gets ass raped, and agreed to it no less, got flooded with jizz, is still going to be Barrack’s bitch, and now Zeus is having a fucking conversation with me, a blessed fucking pleasant conversation with a God like any of that is normal. I’m having a stroke. That’s the only explanation. I’m out of my mind near death and it’s all a hallucination. Zeus looked down at his feet hanging off the end of his bunk. I got a sudden feeling that he was sad. “It’s okay. The water was still warm. It felt good after being in the cold rain. You guys are always so nice to me. I’m not good at the stuff you do for fun.” He said softly, trying to be quiet. I guess he didn’t want the brothers to overhear us. “Is that why you always stay in your bunk?” “Yeah.” That hit me hard. We’re we excluding one of our brothers because we thought he was too good for our foolish games? When he sat apart watching us have fun and never inviting him? Did he not think he was a God above all of us? “Zeus. Look at me, please.” I said. He looked over. His deep hazel eyes had a sad hope. It crushed me completely. “Do you know why we call you Zeus?” I asked. “Because I’m big?” He guessed. I almost laughed. But I didn’t want to ruin this moment. “No Zeus, we call you that because your brothers and I think that you are a God walking among us. Yeah, being tall, with those insane muscles helps. But there’s so much more about you we like. We love that everything you do is perfect. You ace every task. You never fuck up, or say something dumb, or do ANYTHING wrong. When you walk, it’s like watching a wild animal stalk its prey. When you speak, your voice rumbles like thunder. When you look at us, like you’re looking at me now, our souls tremble. We don’t know why, but you have something incredible in you that just comes out and hits us like lightning. We’ve all just accepted that you’re the best of all of us. That’s just how it is. We’ve talked about it. If we were back in time, you’d be our king. I know it sounds stupid, but we literally worship the ground you walk on. “ “You wouldn’t feel that way if you knew.” He said. A cold knot formed in my stomach. He had some dark secret he couldn’t tell us? Fuck all. My mind was spinning. How the fuck do I handle this? The other part of my brain kicked in. The side that was smart, that argued against doing stupid shit. It said two words: so what? So what if he has a dark secret? He’s your brother, and you don’t abandon a brother. “Zeus, my brother, nothing you can tell me would change a thing. You could have fucked your cousin and I wouldn’t care.” That got a grin from him. “I don’t care if you sucked dick for money and took it up the ass from Abdul the clerk at the corner stop and shop. Wouldn’t change a thing. “ I thought I saw him give a barely perceptible jerk at that. Nah, couldn’t be. Could it? I mean, I wanted to know, but NOT know. “Of course, the only thing that might change would be I’d need a special favor now and then, if you know what I mean.” I joked. I grinned back at him, gauging his reaction. He seemed to deflate, like he all the sudden relaxed from an incredible heavy load he’d been carrying. “You mean it, Andrew?” “I mean it. And, starting now, you gotta start using our nicknames. That’s what brothers do. I’m Assmunch. Don’t much like it, but I earned it. ” I told him. “Why do they call you Assmunch?” He asked sincerely. Man, his voice. I figured if my guess was right, he’d like the story, so I told him about tongue raping Sleeper’s ass. He sat there staring at me with eyes that just got wider and wider. “No way!” He exclaimed, the most intense emotion I’d ever seen come out of him. “Oh yes. Five minutes they said I ate his ass. You know the best part?” He was hooked, leaning forward. “What?” “Sleeper got a boner and was leaking dickjuice everywhere. He had to hide it from the other guys, but I saw it. You can’t tell anyone though. We gotta keep the secret that Sleeper just loves to get his ass eaten.” “Wow! Really? Sleeper?” “Yeah, he’s really got the best ass. I’ve been taking care of him about once a week since then. We have a deal. I eat his ass until he cums, sometimes without even touching his dick. And then he gives me a handjob and I get to shoot my load.” “Do you like it?” He asked, way more interested than I’d ever seen him be. He wasn’t calm and aloof anymore. “You know, eating his ass?” “Yeah, not too different than eating pussy. Taste is different, and it’s just my spit and no pussy juice, but to be honest what I like most is how it gets Sleeper all worked up. I’d do anything for him. He’s my best friend. “ Zeus nodded. “Yeah, I can see that. I like Sleeper too. He’s my favorite.” I looked at Zeus, and rolled the dice. I was pretty sure I was right. But this would clinch it. “You know, he’d probably love it if you wanted to give it a try. The man really can’t get enough tongue in his ass.” I left that hanging there, then continued. “Come on, bring your puppy dog pajamas and help me set up for tonight. You don’t have to stay, and I won’t say anything about what we talked about, okay?” Zeus got up from his rack. Looking down, he pulled out the bottom of his shirt. “They’re German Shepards” he said, smiling like a kid. Fuck I could just kiss him he was so friggin adorable right then. Without thinking, I grabbed his sleeve and said “c’mon puppy, party’s this way”

Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."

I’ve been a cum dump for these two amazing tops that both live on my regular weekend bike ride route. Until now I’ve only been able to schedule them at separate times but last weekend the stars aligned! i messaged them both the night before and said my hole would be available the next day at a certain hour. To my surprise they both said tI could drop in. So next day, I get ready, kiss my wife goodbye and jump on my bike and ride to my first stop off. It’s a nice house, his partner’s away so i go up his driveway, lean my bike against a wall and let myself in. This guy has an amazing cock, big head, foreskin and a heavy cummer. He loves to both rim and dominate too.. in other words the perfect top. With my pants off, her wastes no time in rimming me and making me as relaxed and as wet as possible. All the time he’s stroking himself so he’s ready to penetrate.. once happy that I’m ready he stands up, lines up and pushes. He hasn’t cum for 5 days.. so it’s an intense fuck. I’m on my back so i get to see his face grimace while his cock enjoys my arse. He doesn’t ask if i want his load, he just intensifies his strokes then hold it deep to flood my arse with his babies. He leaves it there for a good minute so he can drain completely. When he pulls out, my arse snaps shut. I touch myself down there but there’s dummy no sign of wetness. That means it’s real deep then. So next stop os only 2-3km away. I’m conscious i may leak on the way but i needn’t have feared. The next guy is in an apartment so on arrival he buzzes me up. He’s very different to the last one, bit older and a bear and much more selfish. He just wants to unload in a married guy. He does love to spoon though so without much said, i go to his bedroom, drop my shorts and assume the position on his bed. He know I’ve been bred already so he’s intrgued by what his cock will find and how it will feel. He checks for wetness and still finds no obvious signs that a 5 day load is already in there. He rightly assumes no load is required so simply lines up and starts to explore with his cock. As soon as he’s in he feels the other guys cum. Wthe every stroke, his cock and my arse get slicker and slicker. He doesn’t last long as a result and lets loose with his 4 day load.. this guy is a heavy cummer again.. I’m left with a properly cummy arse to ride home with. My underpants are sodden by the time i come home and I reek of cum. Probably the best bike ride I’ve had in a long time!

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thats exactly what I NEED

LOL, right! Though we are re-purposing one of the landfill districts to be a squeaky clean party place. And agree with @rock-cock-jock that with good diet, an unplanned 6-7" quickie is no problem. My poo-poo weapon is phsyllium husk - aka. Metamucil. Just 1 / day does the trick for me. Everyone's body is different. I still drink coffee / tea, for example. And I dare NOT sit on his dick -- gravity starts to work things down. Doggie or missionary or legs spread eagle -- only. 1 _warning_ : kids, please don't try no-douche AT the hotel!! Unless the top has asked for Belgium-you-know-what. I've had too many asses shit on my dick. Know your body. Unplanned fucks are HOT! But no amount of apologies will get my dick hard again after poop happens.

This is something you need to discuss with your doctor. Going off meds for a month is typically not fatal, but at the same time, your viral load is likely to spike upwards and your t-cells may drop. This is especially an issue if you went undiagnosed as poz for a good while after conversion. Most often, once you begin treatment again, your numbers will improve again, but you may never get back quite to where you were (or you may; it really is patient-dependent). Look into programs that provide HIV medications for free or low cost in your new area (and for that matter, where you are now, because they may be able to refer you somewhere). Additionally, I know my insurer (a Blue Cross affiliate) allows ongoing prescriptions to be filled 25 days after the last fill. That makes sure there is overlap between your current fill and the next one, and it's possible you could get an "early" fill for your medications before you leave, to help tide you over. Your doctor may also know of specific resources for continuing this kind of medication on a stopgap basis. Don't be afraid to ask - there's a lot of assistance out there, but someone often has to point it out because it's not readily apparent. AHF, for instance, provided my meds for free while I was first signing up for coverage that would take care of them (because my doctor is an AHF affiliate).

Hell yeah I especially love playing in porn theaters, always an audience. When I go I find it so hot to take my shorts off, or get fully nude, and sitting on those couches, spreading my legs and jerking it for all to see. Obviously even better when a guy gets in between and sucks me off right there for all to watch and jerk to as well. Something about getting blown so openly that gets me so hard and makes that random mouth feel so much better

Great chapter! Thanks for sharing.

Yeah. I’m pretty sure he does. You going to dump a load in him?

Sometimes Grindr is good.. I was heading home from work one night and passing a few sleazy motels so I pulled over and opened the Grindr app. My surprise there was a parTy going on and looking for bottoms. So after a few texts i got the motel and room number. So the group was three guys with a sling a bunch of toys. So we started with some clouds. Me smoking to catch up to them. We drank some and one of them asked if i slam and i said of course.. They stripped me and walked me to the bathroom to shower and clean my inside with a bag. Once done they put me on the sling and one of them slammed me and i think is was a big one a huge rush hit me. They lube me up and they used some toys on me to get stretched a bit. I was feeling so fucking hot and my hole wanted all three to fuck me! So from what i remember it was a great night all three fuck the crap out of me. They had a i guess a zoom session going on their laptop I saw them typing and moving the laptop around by my hole when getting fucked. I liked the idea of being watch by the group. I find it hot to slam and get fucked while on it.. I was there about 4 hours This was an unexpected fun night!!

Pozzed while Cruising 8 But Josh was going to be the starter. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. Pozzed While Cruising 8 That night, I had one of the best night sleeps I think I have had in a long while. I leaked cum all over my sheets. I woke up the next day a sticky mess, but I loved it. I peeled my self out of my curusty bed thanking the gods of lustful sex my roommate was gone. He would never understand my wanton lust of cock, of poz cock. I trudged off to the shower to wash off the sex from the previous night. I had the shower to myself. So, I was in and out without incident. I got ready in my room. I was hoping to see Josh in class today and introduce him to Jake and some of his friends. I, also, had another guy in mind in another class, but my white whale would be getting Ty to crossover. I sat in my first class and my mind just wondered about my afternoon class. I even chubbed up at my desk as I daydreamed. As soon as class was over I went into the Union where I knew there was a cruisy restroom on the 3rd floor. I thought I would head there for some “lunch”. This spot was on the third floor down a long hall for banquets that anyone rarely used anymore. It felt that to be here you had a reason to be here or were up to something. I thought I was a bit of both. There was someone just ahead of me walking in the same direction. I could not make out anything about the guy but that he was tall and a bit lanky. I was a good 100 feet behind him. So he had plenty of time to get into the bathroom and get comfortable. When I walked in there were 4 stalls, 3 urinals and the first and third stall were taken. So, I did what any good cocksucker would do. I took the one in the middle. The first thing I noticed was the two large gloryholes on each side of the urinal. They were nearly big enough to put my hand through. I dropped my shorts and lightly tugged on my ever-hardening cock. So if they were looking they would get a good view of my cock and know what my intentions were. I sat down on the toilet. I looked to my right through the glorlyhole and there was a guy already on his knees sucking off another guy. So, I immediately panned left and there was a huge black cock poking through the hole just waiting for me. I leaned and started sucking his large cock. He spoke,”yeah, I knew you was a cocksucker the way you followed me in here.” I honestly wasn’t following him, but I sucked his thick dick a little harder to affirm his notion. Meanwhile, in the next stall. I was hearing a bit more shuffling. I could not turn my head to see, but what I heard led me to think the boy that was sucking is now about to get fucked. I pulled off my black monster to ‘catch’ my breath, but I wanted to peak in on the other stall. What I saw was Jake forcing his thick poz cock into a twink of a guy without a condom. I boned up a tad more. I heard the kid, the twink, ask for a condom, but Jake assured the kid that he trusted the kid was clean. He was only going to put the tip in. I chuckled as I leaned back in to serve the bbc before me, but he withdrew his log and knelt down to ask me to join him in his stall. I thought he wanted to fuck me, but instead he just did not want the wall between us anymore. I sat on the toilet and he proceeded to fuck me face for the next 5 minutes. I gagged, choked and coughed as he fusked my throat. He was ruthless with my mouth and throat. He announced he was going to cum. I pushed his cock deeper in my throat as cock pulsed and unloaded in my mouth and throat. Meanwhile, I could hear the twink grunt and take Jake’s hung tainted meat in his ass. I grinned to myself as my throat fucker told me he was here often. He’d like to see me again. I nodded and said anytime. I could hear Jake fuck the twink harder and quicker. From my limited experience with Jake, I could tell he was getting ready to cum. The twink asked him not to cum in him, but I knew that was not going to happen. I moved back over to my stall as my throat fucking bbc left me just istting there with a hard cock. I watched Jake bang away at the twink. He saw me watching from my stall. He flashed me a thumbs up. He gripped the twinks thighs, pushed his cock deep inside and came a huge toxic load. I could see the fear in the twinks face, but at the same time his cock erupted leaving a puddle on the floor beneath him. I sat back and thought about jerking my rock hard cock, but I chose to save it for my last class of the day. I was hoping to run into Josh and maybe Jake or one of the poz crew. “What does that tattoo mean?” I heard the twink ask Jake. “Oh, it is just biohazard tat, it means nothing, I just thought it was cool.’ I heard Jake replay. “But what about the plus sign?” the twink quizzed Jake. Jake just laughed and told the kind, “google it!” And then Jake opened the door and hustled out of the bathroom. The Twink looked at the hole and saw me watching. He put up his hand over the hole and I took that as a hint to leave. When I got outside, Jake was nowhere to be found. I had a good appetizer, but I was still hungry. So I went down to the Union main hall to grab some lunch. More to Come I love your hot feedback Reach out to me if you want to chat or more Joey

----- 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.

CH3 - "The Wounded Hunter" Two loads in his hole from two stepbrothers in as many hours. Nico was aglow as he savored the whorish turn that his evening had just taken. From the pit of his stomach traveling out into his limbs, fingers, and toes radiated an energy that was electric -- almost like nervousness -- or was it? -- but also like an unfettered joy that left his joints weakened but had his heart aflame. Not even a half-hour before his second raw dicking of the evening, Nico would have sworn, unhesitatingly, that his boyfriend Omar was his first and would be his last love and the only man who Nico would ever let pleasure himself inside Nico's insides. Omar…, Nico thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Omar!," Luciano shouted through the open bathroom door, his cum-soaked uncut cock and balls still protruding from the opening in his jeans. It was clear to Nico that Luciano was not listening for Omar's answer. "God, that's a silky whore hole you have, boy," Luciano admired as he reached around Nico's backside and gently started swirling two fingers against the cum-glazing on Nico's outer hole. The scent of cum wafted up from Nico's ass crack to Luciano's nostrils. Luciano reached behind himself and shut off the switch for the bathroom fan. He clearly knows Omar's bathroom, Nico thought. Omar appeared in the bathroom doorway but directed his eyes only toward his stepbrother, whose fingers were still sandwiched in Nico's cummy ass crack. "¿Acabaste?," Omar asked. Nico noted Omar's calm affect in spite of not understanding the language. "Te toca a ti," Luciano replied, releasing his hand from Nico's crack and lifting two glistening fingers right up to Nico's mouth before forcing Nico's lips open and shoving both fingers in. Not once did Luciano make eye contact with Nico. The little slut sucked greedily on Luciano's sticky digits while trying to still keep Omar's figure in his peripheral vision. Nico felt emboldened by Omar's apparent assent, though still not fully understanding why everyone seemed so relaxed given the brazen infidelity that had just taken place. Omar switched back to English. "Food's ready if you want." Nico finished cleaning Luciano's fingers. Luciano withdrew his hand and without cleaning the stepbrotherly jizz combo coating his genitals proceeded to put his manhood away and button up. After briefly wetting his fingertips at the sink, Luciano finally exited the bathroom, patting Omar on the shoulder twice as he walked by and leaving a smattering of wet spots on his shirt. After watching his stepbrother walk out into the living room, Omar turned and finally fixed his eyes on Nico's. The serious look on Omar's face was tempered by the thinnest wisp of vulnerability in his eyes. They stared back at each other. Neither spoke. Omar finally broke the silence: "I think your dad's been texting you." The banality of Omar's words were both a surprise and a relief. "Is my phone in the bedroom?" "Yes, but you're going to have to go over there and get it yourself because I need to take care of my stepbrother and Elena." Omar paused before offering, "You need anything?" "Clothes?," Nico replied, wondering why, after everything that had just transpired, it required mention. "Did you forget where you left them?," Omar shot back dryly before turning away and heading back across the living room to the kitchen. The facetiousness stung. Fuck, Nico thought to himself as he let out a sigh. He is mad. Nico waited a moment before peeking his head out of the bathroom. Still fully naked and starting to feel a little cold, Nico stepped out quietly hoping not to draw attention to himself. He could see Luciano seated at the table with his back toward the rest of the apartment, but Omar and Elena must have both been behind the partial wall that blocked Nico's full view. Hoping to delay his first encounter with Elena for as long as possible, Nico started walking across the living room toward the bedroom door, treading as lightly on his feet as possible. He avoided turning his gaze toward the kitchen and stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Nico grabbed his phone from the edge of the bed and clicked it on. "Just wondering if you're planning on coming home tonight or if you're staying with Omar again," his dad's first text read. And immediately following: "No pressure. Just wondering so I can plan for dinner." "sorry, dad," Nico typed quickly. "just saw ur message. staying at omar's again tonight." Almost immediately, Nico's dad replied back with the emoji of a hotel with a large pink heart on its façade followed by three drooling face emojis. ("🏩🤤🤤🤤") Nico, embarrassed, typed back, "omg! stop!" He locked his phone, tossed it back on the bed, and then grabbed his pants and shirt, leaving his underwear on the floor. Nico dressed and opened the bedroom door as he stepped back out into the living room. Luciano, Omar, and Elena were seated at the table in the kitchen conversing in Spanish. The three continued their discussion without any one of them paying Nico any mind as he approached the table -- clothed for once. Nico slid into the only remaining seat at the table, next to Omar and across from Luciano. The pressure of the chair seat against Nico's taint reawakened the delicious ache in his freshly fucked hole. His insides felt full and used. There was something both thrilling and unsettling about every single person at the table knowing exactly what kind of cheating whore Nico had just been. Here he was only six months into the longest romantic relationship of his young life, simultaneously holding both his beloved's and his beloved's stepbrother's pooled ejaculate inside of himself. Something out of the corner of Nico's eye made him feel like Elena was looking at him. As Nico turned to meet her gaze from across the table, he saw her eyes dart back to Luciano while the rest of her head remained still. The three went on conversing for bit longer, and then, with the food on each of their plates looking mostly undisturbed, Luciano stood up, saying, "Gracias por la cena, hermanito." Elena got up, too. They pushed in their chairs and gathered their things to leave. Omar stood up and joined them by the front door, while Nico stayed put, sensing with each small slight that his presence among them was merely being tolerated. As they started saying their goodbyes, Luciano called over to Nico. Nico stood up and walked over into their line of sight. His eyes met Luciano's. Luciano spoke. "Don't ever let me catch you cheating on Omar, you hear?" Nico shot a glance at Omar, who turned his head away before their eyes could meet. "I promise I won't," Nico replied. Luciano scanned Nico up and down one more time from across the room and winked. And with that, he and Elena turned and left. Omar shut the door behind the pair and turned to face Nico, looking unamused. The two stared back at each other for some time. Nico stood wide-eyed. Omar appeared stern. He pressed his lips together. Nico's hands fidgeted. Omar looked withdrawn -- even a little defeated. "Why are you still wearing clothes?," he asked Nico, almost softly and without the usual brash, selfish confidence that was Omar's calling card. Nico felt guilt, and he felt it deeply -- the way one feels when one has shattered something inestimably precious. But there was another feeling, too, that Nico couldn't quite place. Nico pulled off his shirt, and then in one swift motion hooked his two thumbs under the lining of his jeans and slid them to his ankles. Nico stood naked, his jeans and shirt again pooled on the floor of Omar's apartment as they had been just a few hours earlier -- as they had been across so many nights prior. Omar admired Nico's perky nipples and the way they draw one's attention toward his rounded shoulders and the musculature on the sides of his rib cage. Omar walked over and with his left hand gently pinched Nico's nipple while his right hand reached around in search of Nico's cummy fuckhole. As Omar's fingers gently stroked Nico's cum-soaked pussy, Omar whispered into Nico's ear: "You really are a little whore, aren't you?" Nico relaxed his hole as a peace offering to his wounded man. Omar's face shifted; his brows furrowed and his lips pursed into an 'o' as he scanned Nico's face as though looking for something specific. "Goddamn your pussy feels so used," Omar said. "You like my used pussy, daddy?" Nico arched his lower back, adjusting his pink hole upward to make it easier for Omar to reach. Omar's cock surged under his pants. The pressure of his hardening shaft pressed into Nico's lower abdomen. Omar brought up his right hand and pushed his fingers into Nico's mouth, making Nico clean up the coating of his and his stepbrother's DNA. "You smell all that cum?," Omar asked. "Yes, daddy," Nico replied. "That's the smell of you not knowing how to keep your fuckhole shut, you little whore." Omar's tone got more serious. He withdrew his hand from the boy's mouth and then spit in Nico's face. "Go grab me your phone, slut, then get back here and service my dick." Omar felt impatient. Nico complied, grabbing his phone from the dark bedroom and returning to hand it to Omar. Nico kneeled and started unzipping Omar's jeans. Omar typed in Nico's code as Nico lapped up his semi-soft beer-can cock. Hearing the phone unlock, Nico tried to remember when he'd ever even given Omar the passcode, but with his mouth now full of boyfriend-dick and given the delicacy of the situation, Nico focused on sucking his man to full erection. "Look up at me," said Omar, still staring into the phone screen. Nico looked up toward Omar's face, eyes wide, with his boyfriend's shaft disappearing into Nico's warm, wet mouth. Omar snapped a photo of Nico's cock-stuffed face. Then another. And another. Omar began typing. "Good boy," he said as an afterthought, emptily and distracted. Nico closed his eyes and let Omar focus while Nico slobbered all over Omar's now-erect cock. Nico heard the sound of several text messages being sent in succession, but the taste and smell of Omar's cock and balls kept Nico focused on his reignited lust for cum. Even though his hole still ached -- nay, *because* his hole still ached from his earlier dickings -- Nico's craving for more raw dick consumed his focus. Without saying a word, Nico gently suckled his way off Omar's cock, stood up, turned around, and guided his man's raw meaty girth to the opening of his pink, used pussy. Nico heard another noise from the phone. His loose, cummy opening swallowed Omar's cockhead easily as Nico moaned like a dick-impaled little faggot. Omar felt the swirl of cum inside Nico as it soaked his cockhead. Omar closed his eyes for a moment and felt the muscles in his neck and upper-back finally relax for the first time since his stepbrother and Elena had shown up. Omar continued holding Nico's phone in place, the camera fixed on the widest part of his cockshaft as he finally pressed all the way into Nico. "Uhhh!," Nico panted as his tender insides were penetrated for the third time that evening. "Open up that pussy for me," he ordered Nico. Nico pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart, and a strong waft of cum scent filled Omar's nostrils. Omar started sliding his raw dick in and out of Nico. The sounds from Nico's hole sounded viscous and wet. "Who'd you just let cum inside your hole, whore?" Omar sounded angry. Nico hesitated. "I said, tell the camera who you just let cum inside you, whore," Omar repeated more slowly. "Your stepbrother." Nico let out a sharp, pained moan as Omar rammed his raw dick in hard before the words had finished leaving Nico's dick-scented lips. "You didn't ask him for his HIV status, did you?," Omar continued. "No, daddy." "Did you ask my stepbrother if he has any STDs?" Nico had never heard Omar talk about infections like this during sex. Nico again hesitated. "Answer the question, fuckhole," Omar barked impatiently, again plowing his fuckshaft hard and deep into hole. Nico felt a trickle of cum slide from his hole down to his taint. "No, daddy!" Omar's pulled all the way out of Nico's hole, leaving a ring of cum froth encircling the tender, pink entrypoint to Nico's rectum. Omar slammed back into Nico, reopening him easily and bottoming out as the sound of cum bubbling from Nico's hole reminded Omar of a man's boot being pulled quickly from thick mud. The sound of cumsloppy hole dicking filled the apartment. "Speak up, boy!" Omar slapped Nico's ass with an open palm as Nico's fuckchute gurgled and spat messily. the stepbrother's cum began leaking down Nico's inner thing and dripping in a cluster on the carpet below Nico. Nico winced. "No, I don't, daddy!" "How do you know my brother didn't just pump you full of HIV?," Omar followed. Nico felt electricity coursing through his belly. "I don't, daddy!" Nico moaned like a faggot in heat as Omar's plowing continued. Omar's hips began shaking. Nico felt a warm, wet pressure squirt against his rectal wall. Nico's hard cock released a thick wad of precum onto the floor below. "Fuck it in, please, daddy!," Nico implored hungrily. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," Omar let out, unable to control his torso's convulsions as he felt his balls unload seven hefty squirts of his sperm into Nico's cum-fragrant cunt. Omar panted as his thrusting slowed. He pressed fully into Nico, bottoming out one last time, before sliding out. Omar's raw dick released and fell with a muted 'thwap' against his jean-covered thigh. Nico heard another beep from the phone. The echo of his multiple raw dickings rebounded through Nico's lower abdomen and around his pelvic floor. He savored the scent of cum wafting up from his backside as he fingered his outer hole tenderly with one hand. Omar resumed tapping on the phone, his cock still hanging from his open fly, face lit in a purplish blue by the screen's glow. Nico heard the sound of another text sending as he turned to face Omar, got to his knees, and gently wrapped his mouth around Omar's cum-frothed cock. The flavor of the stepbrothers' cum mixture bore the signature sweetness that Nico knew was Omar's, but there was another saltier flavor tempering it. There you are, Luciano, Nico thought, as he gulped gingerly, trying not to overstimulate Omar's sensitive post-sex cockhead. Omar locked Nico's phone with a click and tossed it on the couch as he placed a hand on Nico that they both knew meant Omar's cock was done. Nico pulled his mouth away but remained on his knees on the floor. Omar stuffed his cummy genitals back into his pants, zipped up, and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. Clothes still pooled next to him, Nico leaned over and grabbed his phone from the couch nearby. Clicking it awake, he unlocked it and peered down at the screen. His text messages were open. A video had been sent from Nico's phone to an unrecognized local number. Nico scrolled up to see that Omar had also sent the shots of Nico staring deep into the camera with Omar's cock in his mouth. Nico's heart pounded and hole ached in sudden symphony. Omar had sent two messages prior, which read, "hole on loan from Daddy Lucho," preceded by, "no ?s, all loads 18yo sub." The receiving number began typing back. * * *

Setting aside any cultural aspects, It’s not specifically black men but people in poorer neighbourhoods who are disproportionately at risk of HIV and often these poorer communities are made up of people of colour. Less public health money spent on STD education in poorer neighbourhoods and poorer schools = higher infection rates and also more stigma. Less public health money also means fewer drives to distribute free condoms. Less health screening to identify people with HIV and helping them get affordable treatment means the virus remains transmissible etc. If you have money or better access to socialised medicine you’re more likely to use condoms of be able to get tested regularly or, when infected, reduce your viral load to make it undetectable. Without that access, poorer communities - not exclusively black but with significant numbers of people of colour - will always be at greater risk.

Racism I expect

i'm soft when getting fucked .. the blood flows to my ass - not my dick .. ;->

. “ Looks like my oldest son is a bugchasing faggot“ I said, grabbing a single ankle, jerking him to the edge of the bed and rolling up on top of him so that he was pinned underneath me. I was not in control anymore of my lust. My son started to struggle, pushing against my chest. "Stop" he said, "stop. Dad stop. You're hurting me." I had rolled over on top of him so he couldn't move his body very well. He couldn't wriggle out from under me. It took both hands to hold him down. "You're my little faggot boy" I sneered. "You need some more cum up that little fagget ass. Daddy's cum. I'm going to give you the seed that made you. Going to fuck you hard load that ass. Work that demon fucker's seed up into you real good. Make sure you get the AIDS you wanted." "Dad stop! Dad stop. Don't do this." He was struggling hard, pushing against me and my grip on his arms was beginning to loosen. I couldn't let my little faggot boy go. Something dark swept over me, and I knew instinctively just what to do. I let go of his arms for a moment and moved my hands to his throat. I closed my strong hands around his throat and squeezed, hard. His face immediately started turning red. His begging stopped. He couldn't speak. All he could do was make grunting sounds. His hands went to mine. He was struggling now just to breathe, just to get at my hands off of his throat. His body was still and tensed, he was so focused on moving my hands so he could breathe. I shifted my weight moving my right hand off his throat, shifting my left hand over and pressing down even harder. With my right hand I reached into the pocket of my shorts and grab a bottle of poppers. My son's face was starti to turn a bright shade of red. His struggling seemed to be growing weaker. I threw the popper bottle in the bed shifted my shorts down to where they fell off my ass and I pulled the side of the jockstrap around so my cock flipped free. In one swift motion, I'm not sure exactly how I did it but I found his whole. I shoved my hard dripping, cock deep into his hole in a single stroke. My son groaned. His struggling grew weaker. He was about to pass out. Something dark, something sinister, had possessed me. I started pounding his ass as his attempts to move my hands grew weaker and weaker. I was choking my own son out. I didn't know if I could stop. His ass felt so good,so smooth, so slick from all the cum he had taken earlier. His hands dropped from my arms and I released his throat. I pulled out of his ass and roughly flipped him over onto his stomach. Then I jumped back on top of him and shoved my cock back up his ass again. He was no longer struggling, he was gasping just trying to get his breath. I just kept pumping that beautiful ass thinking to myself, "take my cock little faggot. Take my seed. I want to give your ass to the dark side. You need to become a servant of the dark. We need to spread AIDS around to anyone you can convince to fuck you." I kept sliding in and out of his ass. Shoving my cock all the way in and grinding around. He was beginning to come back around. He started muttering "No dad. No dad stop. You're hurting me Dad." I reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. I jerked his head back. And held it there. With the other hand I grabbed the bottle poppers and twisted the lid off. Holding his head all the way back I put my one hand over his mouth to hold his head back with the other hand I put the popper bottle under his nose and I held it there. I wouldn't let him move away. I held it there for what seems like an eternity. He breathed in those fumes over and over again. And finally his resistance faded. His begging me to stop turned into begging me to keep on. He was moaning like a little whore. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck my dirty ass. it was me at the bathroom. I'll let that guy with AIDS fuck me up the ass. I wanted his seed, Daddy. I want your seed Daddy. I let other guys fuck me too. 4 guys fucked me in that bathroom. All of them had AIDS." I hit the popper bottle myself deep and hard. I was ramming my cock deep into his ass. I was not in control of myself Suddenly my son thrusted gis hips back against me. I knew he was unloading. Coming all over the bed underneath him. That was enough to push me over the edge. I pushed into him one more time deep as I could. Violently as I could. And unleashed all of the seed I had built up over the evening sucking cock and taking cock up my ass at the porno store. I wanted my seed deep in my boy's ass. My own son carrying my DNA along with the AIDS he had already taken. I seemed to cum and cum and cum. I never come that hard or that long in my whole life. At some point it stopped, my cock still buried deep in his ass. I collapsed onto his back. He was breathing but silent and still. He was utterly quiet. It seems like he was going back to sleep. Or maybe he just passed out. I felt numb. I felt like I was watching all this from outside myself. My cock slipped out of his ass and cum dribbled down onto the sheets. I stepped back. I looked at my son's beautiful body lying there still and quiet. I imagined for just a brief moment that I had fucked him to death. I shook my head and stepped off the bed. I stroked his ass softly and ran my hand down his leg. I was like a zombie at this point. Numb. It was like I was watching everything from outside my own body. I gathered up all the clothes. Picked up the bottle of poppers. Put them on his nightstand. I walk through the house to the laundry room and started the laundry. Then I went to my bedroom and stepped into my shower. I cleaned myself for I don't know how long. Next thing I knew I was in bed and it took like two seconds for me to fall asleep. To become unconscious. Hours later I woke and had to take a piss. As I came to consciousness I realized that my son was in bed with me. He was curled up next to me. His back against my chest. I slipped quietly out of the bed and went to the bathroom and did my business. When I came back, i slipped back behind him. Reach my arm over and pulled him close. He snuggled in and we fell asleep. I was awakened again about 1 the next afternoon. My phone was vibrating on this table next to the bed. I slipped out quietly and picked up the phone. It was the hospice it was time. I woke my son I told him we had to go. We both dressed quietly separately. On the way to the hospice my son reached over and took my hand. "Dad" he whispered. I turned and looked at him and said "I'm really sorry son..." He said don't be. "That was the most amazing, hottest thing that ever happened to me. You don't know this, but I've been fucking around since I was 13. It's okay. I don't think I'd ever do that again. But it was an absolutely amazing thing that we did. I'm hard now just thinking about it." I reached over and pulled his head over toward me and kissed him on the top of the head, a sweet paternal kiss. "I love you son" I said. "I love you too Dad" he responded. We drove the rest of the way in silence. We both knew we would talk about this at length later. it was the next day before we even got home again. We were both exhausted. My younger son and in-laws had shown up. My wife had passed. My younger son went home with the in-laws. My older son and I got home and ate in silence. And then went to bed... Together.

1,5,19,2

I only go bare. Sex is designed to pass DNA on to a recipient. Bare feels better because that is how sex was meant to be performed. If I can't trust the person I'm having sex with and I think about wearing a condom, then we should not be having sex. When I bottom and a man ejaculates in me, we are sharing his most individual and personal self. We are coming together as two people the way sex was meant to be, even if only for a moment.

34. Rey, Tony and Aaron just finished working on both of Eric's and Louis' celebratory tattoos and piercings. To celebrate their rebirth as gay poz pigs, no longer straight neg husbands. Louis' huge biohazard tattoo was placed right above his ass. He also got both of his nipples pierced. His cock was rock hard the whole time Rey and Tony were working on him. Eric got even more work done. His biohazard tattoo now proudly rested above his cock. His PA piercing made his cock look so fucking hot, just as his giuche piercing did! His nipple piercings felt so good on his nipples with all the added weight. He also got septum ring. He ended up almost creaming his pants with his newly poz load. He looked like a real pig. A couple of days later, their drastic change in "look" didn't go unnoticed. Both of their sons were... a bit weirded out. They wanted to know, who were those "new friends" of their dads. So Eric and Louis decided to get Tony and Aaron aquainted with their sons first. Tony and Aaron came over Eric's house. Both boys and Louis were there too. Lenny was Louis' son. He was 19 years old, around 6.1 feet tall. His hair was dark and he took from his father in his hairyness apparently, because Aaron and Tony immediately noticed how hairy his arms were. He was a good looking boy indeed. Eric's son Blake was even hotter. 5.8 feet tall, 19 years old, Light brown hair, handsome face... one hot lad! They agreed to have a luch in Eric's house. Aaron was feeling really good... being observed nonstop by both boys. The debate was in full action in a few minutes. Tony felt weird watching the sons and fathers exchange their opinions on what was happening lately. "I finally wanna see where the hell are you every other day dad!" said Blake angrily. "Ok. You can have what you want!" growled Eric. Let me know what do you and your cock think!😉😈🐷🐷☣

32. "Oh yeah! Fuck!" Tony moaned, feeling Louis' hot mouth around his monster cock. He pulled it out from the hungry mouth. "You like your first cock, stud? "Yeah! Yeah I fucking do!" "Then go on and suck it some more!" Tony ordered and pulled Louis on his cock again. He felt hands on his ass and back. Aaron and Kev came from each side and started kissing him. "Try a different cock!" Tony commanded again. Louis obeyed. He moved to the right and started swallowing Aaron's 8.5 inches. Tony looked at Eric, who was still jerking his cock, watching his best friend be a total cocksucker. Louis moved to Kev's toxic 7 inches. Clearly loving to have his mouth used. Tony saw, that Eric stood up, still massaging his cock. He stared into his eyes - they were filled with lust and curiosity. Tony pulled Louis up and dropped to his knees himself. He started sucking the hairy hunk's 8 inch veiny cock. Louis moaned and pushed Tony's head deeper on his cock. Tony stretched his hand out and played with Louis' nipple, hidden under the forrest of dark, coarse fur. He took the cock out. "Your friend looks like he wants to join..." said Tony towards Louis. Louis looked towards Eric. He was leaned against the wall, his cock hard as rock. "You really don't wanna join Eric?" he asked. Eric looked at him confused. "Oh c'mon Eric! It feels fucking amazing!" Louis' moaned with his cock in Tony's mouth. "I... I..." "Come give it a go bud! It won't kill you!" said Louis. Eric unsurely stepped closer to the men. Aaron came to him, grabbed his cock and led him closer. They stopped in front of Louis and Tony. Aaron pushed Eric down. "Try it out" said Tony as he popped Louis' cock out of his mouth. Eric hesitated for a second. Then he started sucking the tip. Then he went deeper. And deeper. And faster. Tony smirked as he heard Louis moan and grab Eric's bald head and pushed him deeper on his cock. Tony stood up. After a little while, he waved his poz cock around. Eric stopped sucking Louis. "You like that huh?" Tony asked. "Yeah." Eric said clearly. Tony laughed and pulled him up into a deep kiss. Then he watched Louis and Eric make out. He came to Eric from behind. Kev and Aaron did the same with Louis. He put his hand on his ass and fondled it. He continued massaging it. Then he squished his toxic cock on his asscrack and bit and kissed into his neck from dehind. Eric turned around and kissed Tony again. He could see, that Aaron and Kev were kissing Louis' hairy shoulders and neck. "You want this toxic cock?" "I... I... I..." "Do You?" "Uhm... I... I... Yeah." Eric confessed. Tony's big cock bounced. He rubbed Eric's hole with his fingers. Then he slid one in and started finger fucking Eric gently. Eric groaned and looked deep into his buddy's ass, who was getting the same treatment from both Kev's and Aaron's fingers. Tony slowed got his cock into position. He started pushing it in. Eric groaned. Louis as well after being impaled on Aaron's cock. Tony started drilling Eric's virgin hole. He saw Eric and Louis started making out. Tony speeded up, fucking Eric with som much agression, he moaned into the kiss. On the other side, Aaron was pumping his toxic cock into Louis' cunt. The man was so hot! Muscular, beefy and hairy all over! Aaron speeded up his tempo, grabbed Louis by the hips and started impaling him deeper on his dirty cock. "FUCK YEAH! Take our fucking toxic cocks!" Tony shouted and continued to drill Eric's ass, occasionaly stroking his shiny bald scalp and slapping his hot ass. Tony and Aaron both felt their orgasms approaching. Tony was going really fast now. His toxic cum boiled inside his balls. "YEAH FUCKER!" he roared as he smashed his cock balls deep into Eric. "You want that toxic load?" asked Aaron seductively. Louis just groaned. Tony started cumming inside Eric's neg pussy and shouted: "YEAH! FUCKING TAKE MY POZ LOAD! GONNA CHARGE YOU UP STRAIGHT BOY!" Aaron's orgasm approached as well he emptied his charged up cum inside Louis and said: "Yeah! Fuck! Pozzing your virgin hole right now!" Louis moaned. They took their cock out of the stretched out, gaping holes. Both "straight" guys stood up, still moaning and kissing, feelung their manpussies dripping tocic cum. Kev was still jerking his poz cock. "Let Kev have a piece as well boys!" daid Aaron. Kev bent over and spread his cheeks apart saying: " Breed me with your neg load!" Eric slipped his cock inside Kev. Louis came to Kev's mouth. Kev started sucking on Louis' cock. They didn't last long, feeling poz cum dripping down their legs and a hot mouth or pussy around their cocks. They both came at the same time with wild grunts and noises. Lemme know what you think! Don't be shy message me or leave a comment!??☣☣?

I wrote the original story over a year ago, I appreciate the feedback I’ve received and never got to writing that second chapter but I owe it to those who patiently waited (and asked ;-)) —Again, this is mostly fantasy with inspiration drawn from reality— *Part 2* “Knock knock.” I awoke with a start. How long had I been asleep? It felt like hours but it was more like a few minutes since the porn scene on TV had not changed. “Knock knock.” Oh right, someone was at my door. “Yeah?” I called out while scrambling to hide my contraband in case it was a nosy worker. “It’s me” a familiar voice said and I opened the door to see the Latin stud who had promised to come back. And sure enough, he wasn’t alone. “Sorry, I dozed off,” I said, closing the door behind us. “What’s your name again?” He smiled. “Sorry, I didn’t give it to you earlier. I’m Gabriel.” He motioned to his friend. “This is Jairo, one of my buddies I was tellin’ you about.” My cock started twitching as I surveyed our new company. He was Latino as well, but in his late twenties with closely buzzed hair, several tattoos on his arms and torso, and the hint of a six-pack I was instantly reminded of some boys I went to high school with. I extended my hand to shake. “Hey man, I’m Dino.” He caught my hand at the middle and I had to quickly change my handshake into a fistbump. “Sup bro. Nice ass!,” he added. We stripped off our towels and it was my turn to gush. He was already hard and his cock looked to be about nine inches with a wide, uncut head and a thick vein framing the shaft. “Fuck! That’s nice,” I blurted out, I pulled out the pipe and lighter and offered it to both of them. “I like shotguns by the way,” I said and Jairo nodded as he lit the bowl and rolled it while I got on my knees. He bent down and blew into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around his head while exhaling a solid cloud of vapor. I felt a tingling in my head as the smoke rolled and directed my senses towards pleasuring the piece of meat in my mouth. “Mmmmmmmmm!” was all I could muster as I started bobbing my head back and forth, adjusting to his girth and length. “Fuuck yea... that’s wassup,” they both grunted in approval while Gabriel started stroking his own, now hard, cock. He then took a long hit and I only pulled my mouth away from the dick in my mouth long enough for a hot, cloudy kiss. More tingling in my brain. “Fuuuck,” I growled as he grinned at me. Jairo patted the mattress, “Up on the bed, I wanna see this dick splitting you.” I eagerly did as I was told and in an instant was on all fours with my ass pointed up. “Fuckin hot,” I heard as Jairo ran his throbbing member up and down my still cum-glazed hole. I started whimpering like a slut in heat as he teased me. “Yeah? You want this bareback dick in you?” he whispered in my ear as I nodded in earnest. “Please.... please stick it in,” I pleaded. “You got it, boy,” he laughed and pushed the head past my hole in one blink. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed as my eyes widened in a mix of pain and pleasure. I turned around to see Jairo closing his own eyes in apparent satisfaction. I knew he wanted to inch his way in but I couldn’t control myself and thrust my ass back on the entire length. “Oh, oh FUUUCK! SHIT,” Jairo moaned as my hole flexed, placing his hands on my sides while Gabriel handed me the pipe. I was so lost in my haze I hadn’t realized he was recording me with his phone. “Nice,” I said, indicating the camera. Looking into the lens, I took the longest hit I could hold while at the same time Jairo slowly started to fuck me. The feeling was bliss and I slowly exhaled another solid cloud of smoke. Gabriel slowly nodded in approval behind the camera and I began thrusting myself to meet Jairo’s jabs. “Fuuuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!Ahhhhhhhyyyyeeeeahhhh,” I screamed into the pillow as he bottomed out and almost hit my second hole. “You like that?” My answer must have been written on my face; “‘Course you do,” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You’re so good... fuckin’ slut getting what he needs.” “Uh-huh,” I automatically nodded as Gabriel set the phone down to give me another shotgun. “Turn over, so he can fuck you missionary,” he muttered and resumed recording. I flipped over and held my legs wide for Jairo to continue his assault on my hole. Facing each other, I now noticed a biohazard tattoo near his hip. “Oh shit!” I thought to myself. I admit I had been turned on by pozzing stories and videos but it was something I never acted on. But now, in my drug-fueled swirl, the flash of hesitation I felt evaporated and a primal desire gripped me as I became fully turned on by the fact that this cholo was barebacking my negative hole with his poisoned rod. “You like charged dick, huh boy?” Jairo asked as he entered all the way and bent forward to kiss and pacify my whimpering with his lips and tongue. He straightened up and closed his eyes. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” was all I could say as I relaxed my body and looked up at the two men with me. “Shit, puto, I’m getting close,” Jairo suddenly said after a few minutes, biting his lip. “Ready for my babies?” he asked and his pace picked up. “Knock that pussy up?” My mind was on autopilot as I gasped out “Yeah! Yeah! Flood me, knock me up with your poz juice!” “Yeah?! You sure? Well - here - it - fucking - COMES! F-F-FUCK!!!!” he yelled and slammed his weight on me as I felt his cock pulse rope after rope of his dirty seed into my hole. “Yeeahhhhh, poz him up, that’s it, that’s it boys,” Gabriel said as Jairo steadied his breath and slowly pulled out. “Don’t worry, you’re still getting more,” he added as I looked longingly at his cock. He straddled my face and lowered himself so I could greedily slurp it clean of all the sweet juices dripping from his foreskin. “Damn bro, you’re fuckin’ down with it. I like that,” Jairo said need a cigarette and shower, catch you in a bit?” “Fuck yeah, for sure!” I said, laying down to relax and let the rush subside. We fist-bumped again and he stepped out, leaving Gabriel and I alone. “You like G?,” he asked and pulled a small bottle and dropper from a bag he’d brought with him. It’d been a while since I’d taken any but I absolutely loved the way it made me even more of a pig. I nodded. “Ooh, yeah.” I took the bitter dose, washed it down with my Gatorade and began the waiting game. That’s all for now!

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2. He kissed me again and then taking hold of my thighs he pressed my knees forward into my chest and started to pull his cock slowly from my hole. I gasped as his cock withdrew leaving a cavernous void in its wake. He stopped only just before his cock head popped from my hole. With his mushroom head resting with in my quivering hole he stopped for a moment smiling at me. Then without warning he slammed the whole length of his cock back into my hole, his balls slapping against my ass as he bottomed out inside of me. I screamed, he did it again. He picked up his pace, over and over again, slamming into me harder and harder. My heart was pounding, electricity was shooting through my body, and my hole was spasming wildly around Mark’s invading cock. Sweat ran down Mark’s chest making thin twisting patterns through his thick chest hair. I was panting with each deep thrust, he was striking something deep with in me that I had never imagined existed before. As Mark hammered deeper I felt something else inside of me give, it was as if another hole had opened up inside of me my hole. His cock head kept popping in and out of that new space, going even deeper into my ass. I was convinced he had to be fucking my throat. “God your ass feels so fucking good,” he panted, sweat glistening on his strong handsome face. The smell of sweat and ass juice started to fill the room, “How’s it feel to have your ass cherry taken boy?” “I love it. I never imagined that getting fucked would feel like this.” “It just keeps getting better too, boy. After the first couple of times your hole gets use to opening up for cock. Do you want me to open you up? Teach you how to bottom?” “Yes, please, teach me.” “Alright ready for your next lesson, boy,” he said, that wicked grin playing across his face again as he continued to hammer me. “Yes,” I gasped. “A good bottom always takes his top's loads and holds them inside of him as lube for the next fucking. Do you want my load, boy?” “Yes!” “You want me to breed your sweet cherry ass?” “Yes!” “Convert you from a curious straight boy in to a gayboy bottom?” “Yes!” “A cumdump?” “Yes!” “Fucking take my load boy,” he practically screamed as he slammed inside, bursting past that second hole I had felt. His cock was throbbing and I knew that he was cuming in me. Precum shot from my cock but I did not cum. My breathing was as ragged as his was and his whole body quivered with the force of his orgasm. For several long moment neither one of us moved, Mark’s cock still quivering slighting inside of my fuck-battered hole; then slowly he began to pull out. He stopped when he got to the head and looked at me, “How’s your hole feel?” “Fucking amazing.” “Yeah?” “Yeah!” “Good.” With that he sunk his still hard cock back in and resumed fucking me. His cock slipped easily in and out of my hole which was now lubed up with a mixture of ass juice and cum. He fucked me once more like that on the couch adding another load to my guts before suggesting that we take a little field trip. He helped me up off the couch and led me to a door just off of the kitchen. The unassuming door opened onto a narrow staircase leading down to a basement. Naked with a thin dribble of cum running down my inner thigh I followed him down the stairs and suddenly found myself in a room lit almost entirely in deep red with a few bright white spots around the room. The light highlighted a sling hanging from the mirrored ceiling in the center of the room, a bench like item with what looked like cuffs and straps for arms and legs attached to it off on one side the room, a large wooden ‘X’ at the far end of the room, and a row of shelves that took up the wall with the stairs filled with all sorts of different sex toys. I gasped. “Think you’re ready to get really used?” Precum dripped from my cock and my hole twitched causing a few more drops of cum to drip from my hole. “Yes.” What had come over me? He could get me to agree to anything. He led me over to the bench, explaining that it was called a fuck bench. I laid down as instructed and my arms and legs were secured so that I was stuck with my ass in the air at perfect fucking height. Mark then lined his cock up with my hole again and slid easily inside. This was a slow fuck, he worked his cock deep into me taking advantage of the new angle to sink even deeper into me. After what must have been another twenty minutes of solid fucking I heard Mark start to grunt as he had the two times before and soon my ass was flooded with yet another one of his loads.