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Chapter 2 I drove home. I hadn’t cum and I was horny. I had to shower and think. This was Thursday night. I had to get my head straight for work tomorrow and the weekend. Why was I so turned on? It was clear my path was being a gay bottom I had no doubt that’s where I was but had to take it slow. Friday afternoon at work I was counting the time to 5 . At 4 I just thought I’d send a message to Phil. ‘Hi’ . Then I put my phone on the desk. Ten minutes and it pinged. ‘You liked it then.I knew you would’ ‘ yes’ was all I could reply. I didn’t want to be too keen. ‘You’re a natural sub I can tell, but you need help. I will help you. Meet me at the Boar at 8.’ I had no plans other than drinks with a couple of straight mates. I would go but wouldn’t push things. I showered, changed and toyed with going commando. I thought Phil may like that, it made me feel good. I walked in the Boar spot on 8 having loitered outside for 10 mins. It was a gay pub and I still wasn’t out. I was nervous. I ordered a drink to calm myself. ‘hello’ came from behind me I looked round. Phil was there, and he looked hot. You need to come with me he said, and I put my drink down and followed. He went to the Gents, walked into the disabled cubicle and spoke. ‘Kneel’ I knelt. ‘Suck’ He got his cock out and I wanted it immediately . Phil just started fucking my throat. I wanted his load again but Phil had other ideas. ‘ Stand’ I stood, he could see my cock was tenting in my jeans. ‘You any boxers on? I shook my head. ‘You’re a natural.I know.drop your jeans’ I was mesmerised by his authority and just did as I was told. He walked round me and spread my cheeks and slid his hand in. I had pre lubed in case. I didn’t want a cock roughly shoved in and cause me to bleed. I was trying to be safe ish. He slid his cock behind and just pushed slightly . I wanted him to push in. But he didn’t. You have to work for that. . He took me outside ‘What do u want boy? ‘ Everything was happening so fast natural instinct kicked in. ‘Your cock sir’ , ‘and what else? ‘ ‘Your cum!’ ‘ My toxic poz cum?’ Yes your toxic poz cum I said without thinking. ‘ But you’ve already had it yesterday’ ‘ ‘I want it in me’ what was I saying? ‘You will get it when I wantto give it, not before. I have to own you first’ ‘own me sir’ I followed him again. ‘Trust me ‘ he said. I followed him to a tattoo parlour up the street. I had a couple of tattoos so wasn’t really concerned. He got me to lie down and pulled my jeans down. It was clear I was being marked, I wanted it . The tattooist clearly knew Phil as he never spoke, just started work on my arse. I couldn’t see the work but when he finished my legs were spread and a tongue started rimming me. I immediately relaxed and a finger was inserted. I spread my legs further , and then I felt his cock pushing against my hole. ‘Tell me’ he whispered. I want your poz cock sir’ I said, pushing back. I felt him push and he was in. I finally had a poz cock in my. I knew it and felt good. I knew what I was in that moment. I knew what I was going to be. Phil was fucking me hard and as I heard his breathing become ragged he pulled out and just came over my arse. I was briefly disappointed until I felt his finger scooping cum off me and pushing it inside. ‘You will get the full dose when I fully own you boy. But you can have this for now. Now go’ I pulled my jeans up, cum pushed in my hole and wetting my jeans. My mind was racing, what was I becoming? to be continued ……….

I walked into the bar, I wasn’t changing my mind. It was a popular venue with after work gatherings , a mixed straight clientele. I was 42 , recently divorced and now following my urges for guys. I wasn’t out as gay yet. I has chatted on gaydar with this guy. Sexy , bald , straight looking. 6 foot. I was similar with dark hair. What had secretly attracted me was the ‘needs discussion’ on his safe sex status. I had found he was poz on meds. He knew I was neg, not on prep. ‘ So you made it, not often guys who have just come out as gay turn up on first dates’ he said just a little too loudly. The two women in their early 30’s along the bar who had eyed me as I walked in turned their heads again. So much for being not out! ‘Yeah, I was always going to come’ I said unconvincingly. ‘Well, you know about me, tell me about you’. We chatted for ten minutes or so before the subject of sex came up. He knew I was bottom. ‘ There have been guys who asked me to come off meds and breed them before today ‘ he said . The statement threw me completely off course, it was probably his test. ‘Yeah, I didn’t think they would go through with it or that I would get off on it but wow, what a buzz’ ‘Really? ‘ I said ‘ did you convert them? ‘ . ‘ Yes, both of them, but it took three or four sessions until they converted. The thing is, once you have done it once and not converted, you just want it more and more until you do’ I knew that whilst it was a secret turn on, I wasn’t going to have sex with Phil straightaway. We were in a busy straight bar for a start. ‘ You like bareback don’t you? ‘ he said. ‘Yes, but I’m not on prep yet’I replied. ‘ I wouldn’t put medication in my body unless I needed it - you don’t need any yet, it’s far better just being natural’ he responded. ‘ I would love to get you in a harness, and slide my cock in you’ he carried on. ‘Bare of course, and I never pull out’ . I was already getting hard just thinking about it. ‘Undetectable guys are safe anyway ‘ he said. We chatted a little more before he said he had to go, but wanted to see me again. He explained he thought I would be a no show as a newbie and had made other arrangements. We swapped numbers. As we walked outside and I made my way to my car across the dark car park, he came with me. He must have parked fairly near me. ‘I’ll get in for five minutes if you like’ he suggested. I clicked the door open. We got in, he leaned over and kissed me hard. When I broke from the kiss he had pulled his joggers down. He was showing a thick circumcised cock , around 6-7 inches. I was mesmerised. ‘Suck it’ he ordered. I went to town on his cock, conscious that we could be seen if anyone came remotely close to the car. ‘I want you to swallow my load, that way I know you will come back for more’. ‘ This is your first poz cock, I’m sure it won’t be your last’ he continued. I was loving the cock and wanked him, wanting him to cum, he was safe after all. ’I don’t stealth guys, by the way, I tell them my status and they make up their minds’. He carried on. ‘You’re enjoying this cock, but you should know I was on meds til last week. I’ve been off them for 10 days now, ever since you hit me up on gaydar, so I do have a viral load’ I was hearing the words but not processing them quickly enough. I love sucking cock. ‘And you want to swallow my cum, I can just tell you’re a natural cocksucker’. Wait… my brain was registering …not on meds anymore and poz, but my own cock was hard! In the brief seconds that my brain was registering this, his cock flexed and he started to cum. ‘ Swallow all that poz juice boy you want it’ My natural reaction was to swallow, I loved cum in my mouth. ‘Mmmmmmpphh’ was all I could say as I swallowed all his load. ‘Good boy! You’re pretty safe just swallowing, but I think you’ll be back for more, I can just tell. You know my number, just hit me up when you’re ready’ and with that he opened the door and just left. I sat in the car in a daze for a few minutes. I had just swallowed a toxic load, was I stupid? I knew it was reasonably safe, but my cock was rock hard. Was that a lucky escape or was I setting out on a road? Did I want more? to be continued.."………..

Part 36 - Passage Cruising Tom carried a tray of glasses and begun stacking them neatly in the containers ready for the caterers to collect in the morning. He along with two other footmen were the only ones left as the orchestra finished packing away and were taken to their vehicles by the security team. A silence now fell around them with only the clinking of glasses being stacked. The majority of the work was now done and the ballroom started to resemble some order now. Tom offered to finish off and the senior and other junior footman thanked him and headed off, he picked up his try and went over to the last two tables to clean away. Nick was enjoying a mug of hot chocolate in the palace kitchen after seeing Alden back to his quarters, it wasn't necessary but they had been chatting away and laughing so naturally Nick walked with him until he went inside. Nick was still buzzing at how much fun the evening had been and really liked Max and their banter. He chuckled remembering how Liam discreetly got Max in to the passage way without any one noticing so he could join Alex in his quarters. Even the palace kitchen was quiet with just the duty sous chef milling around prepping for breakfast and making stolen cake ready for the festivities. The two princes loved a cherry and almond stolen that had now become a tradition for the family to enjoy Christmas day in the afternoon. Nick sat there chatting to the sous chef watching him make the marzipan then rinsed his mug and put it away. He thanked the chef and headed out of the kitchen then typed in the security number and pushed the door open to the passage way. Tom finished and all he had to do was take the tray back to the kitchen then head off to his quarters. He stood and had one last look around the ballroom and smiled knowing how lucky he was to have this job, not only that he totally loved working in the palace as there was never a dull moment. It was hard work, yet with this really nice guy Jackson running the show everything and everyone was running seamlessly. He was a little jealous of the valet Francis who was in a stead fast relationship with Jackson now, after all Jackson was the type of guy Tom would have offered himself on a plate to. No one was fooled by Tom's young age and very placid looking nature, rumours spread far and wide in his hometown gay community knew that Tom was already quite a handful when it came to sex. Something that Marty had all to well discovered when letting his guard down and letting Tom loose on him one evening, they both had a sexual love for each other and Tom knew all about riding crops. Just thinking about it would get him worked up into a frenzy, the way Marty would whip him harder and harder the closer he got to orgasming. It was the way he would drop the crop then fall on top grabbing Tom's shoulders and slamming his hips hard grinding away at his young firm arse. Tom chuckled picking up the tray and opened the little flap in the wall typing in the code and pushing the door hidden in the wall open. Closing the little flap until it sat flush in the wall he entered the passage way thinking right then left to the green mark then right again to the palace kitchen. Still fairly knew and despite all the tours he had been given of the passage way he was the one who always seemed to appear in the wrong rooms giggling away trying to retrace his steps. Tom had in fact become known as lost boy, a name that was sticking as every time he appeared in the wrong room the household staff member would look over and simply ask 'Lost boy?'. He found it funny but he wasn't the only one who did this frequently and he had started a petition with Jackson to at least colour code some of the doors so household knew if it was private or public rooms that laid beyond. Fortunately Jackson saw the light so to speak and had already got the palace kitchens and utility areas with a green mark above them. Tom was still full of beans and decided he would head down to the swimming pool for a late night swim, something he had taken to when the palace was quiet with most of the household staff in bed and he had a late shift the following day. He would often do some exercising in the gym then enjoy swimming a few laps before bedding down for the night, he found that it helped him relax after his shift as a junior royal footman. Walking along the passage way he was humming to himself swinging the tray when the passage way door below the green mark opened and in stepped Nick with his shirt open half way down. Immediately Tom went weak at the knees. Nick looked directly at him and nodded. "Is that you done for the night?" Nick asked waiting and holding the door for Tom. Tom grinned stupidly "Yeah, just putting the tray back then hitting the gym and pool". "At this time of night?" Nick asked unable to take his eyes off his secret crush. He nodded "Why not?" Tom replied, "Best time as it is quiet, no one else around" he said. Nick smiled as Tom reached the door and he looked at Nick "Thanks" Tom said walking through. His heart beating hard in his chest having stood so close to Nick for the first time and with no one else around. He walked towards the kitchen and glanced over his shoulder as the door was closing, Nick also glanced over his shoulder and their eyes met, Nick smirked and winked at him making Tom go all giggly like a girl before they both faced forward again. Tom nearly banging in to the wall and missing the entrance to the kitchen. He couldn't believe that Nick the protection officer and muscle hunk just winked and took a second look at him. Pull yourself together he told himself putting the tray back in the rack and saying good night to the duty butler who had appeared preparing a pot of coffee for the night duty household. Tom wandered back through the silent passage ways. Back in his quarters he undressed out of his footman livery and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt then headed along the corridor quietly and in to the passage way towards the stairs leading down to the basement gym and pool. He reached the stair case and stopped to see Nick casually leaning against it with his arms folded accentuating his biceps under his tight t-shirt. Tom looked down the stairs then back to Nick unable to find any words to say. He had heard rumours how the passage ways was renowned for quick love trysts but cruising in this way was new to him, Tom wasn't one for playing games and usually got straight in to it. There was a hesitant unsureness around Tom, he couldn't figure out if Nick was cruising him or just standing there. Tom flung the towel over his shoulder and Nick moved walking towards him. "I hear you frequent the stables" Nick remarked moving ever so closer to Tom. Tom smirked "I like riding" he replied thinking how dumb he was rattling those words out. Nick smiled "So you have met Marty and his riding crop I guess?" he asked. Tom could smell Nick who was now standing so close to him "I like it rough" he said softly. "Good!" Nick said grabbing Tom and pulling him close, "Then you won't complain if I...". Nick was unable to finish his sentence being pushed up against the wall with Tom assaulting him with a very aggressive kiss that even had Nick surprised and taken back. Tom ran his tongue across Nick's partly open mouth before sinking his tongue in kissing him with a very brutal savageness. Nick was completely stumped for a second as Tom leaned back, he stroked the side of Nick's face then slapped him lightly but with enough sting behind it. Nick grabbed him and pushed Tom back against the wall "Right! That's how to want to play is it?". Tom couldn't resist baiting him "Fucking wuss" he said poking Nick in the chest. Nick shook his head and grinned, he moved like lightning and had Tom's arms pinned above his head. His mouth angrily kissing Tom on the neck and biting at his chin until he found the softness of his young lips. There was no sign of any resistance from Tom as he opened his mouth letting Nick kiss him with just as much anger. Nick pulled back and looked at his open mouth then spat in it and lunched himself on to Tom kissing him hard again. Letting go of Tom's arms he pulled the footman forward and wrapped his arms around him, their movements calming as they kissed longer and longer. Finally Nick pulled back and lifted Tom over his shoulder marching off down the passage way and in to his quarters opposite Prince Alden's apartments. He put Tom down and closed the door, by the time he turned around the footman stood their naked with his eight inch cock standing proud and ready. Deliberately Nick stood there slowly undoing his buttons revealing his chest. Tom looked at it and growled lunging forward. Both of them so turned on by each other neither knew what was about to happen of when, Tom had Nick pushed up against the wall kissing, biting and licking the protection officers chest and frantically pulling the shirt off this incredible body. They were not in a mood to talk as they got down to business, aggressively touching and play punching each other. Slapping his arse cheeks and grabbing him in his hands so hard he lifted Tom off the ground who punched and kissed him with even more savageness. Deciding it was time to take over Nick lifted Tom high in the air and plonked him down on the bed. He could see the sexual tension in his eyes as he beckoned Nick on with his hands 'Come on then show me what you got!' he said teasing him. Nick grabbed the legs twisting the young body over with force and placing one hand on Tom's shoulders holding him flat on the bed he could hear then felt the spit hitting his hole then suddenly the weight of Nick crashing down on him. Tom raised his head and thrashed his legs under the weight of Nick egging him on. Searing pain shooting up through his body, he knew and felt in every fibre of his body that he had been penetrated hard, his arse burning in pain. Nick made the mistake of stopping and leaning too far over Tom who twisted his head and bit Nick's neck in his sexual anger. Nick forced his cock deep in to Tom's arse and began hammering the young body in to the mattress, all the time Tom was moaning and gasping then calling Nick out 'Is that all you got?' he rasped them moaned as Nick hammered down harder, 'Some fucking man you turned out to be!' he said slapping Nick's arms hard. Every time Tom now tried to move Nick gripped harder holding him down fucking him harder. Tom pleaded and cried for him to fuck him and he did, the fucking continued and rained down into his arse over and over with the immense power of this guy. His arse was getting sore so quickly yet enhancing the thrill of his predicament being held down at the mercy of the protection officer. Nick had never felt such a sexual rush or erotic rage that ran through his body and he focused on the job at hand, he was still astute enough to pay attention to the young footman under him and checking he was okay. His orgasm came so suddenly and quickly, he pushed his cock deep locking his hips up tight against the young arse, letting out a loud grunt and releasing a fresh quantity of seed in to the footman, through the orgasm he kept slamming his hips down and grinding away pumping every last drop of his cum in to him. Tom reached under to touch his cock that was ready to burst, he could feel the pain of each breeding contraction pulsing in his arse from the cock deep inside him, pulse after pulse releasing the seed in a never ending torrent in to his body. The brutality of the fucking meant he was a mere split second from his own orgasm, desperate as he was to fuck the guy he couldn't restrain himself and had to let it go. Nick collapsed down spearing Tom even deeper and panted heavily next to his face. Tom was panting away almost with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and satisfaction. Nick chuckled then kissed the back of his neck as a tide of sexual dominance flooded over him followed by several hard thrusts to reinforce his dominance over the footman. Tom moaned in a sublime pleasure and ran his hands over the muscular arms either side of his head. Neither spoke and the laid there for nearly an hour dozing until Nick woke and jabbed his cock waking Tom up then laughing. Finally he pulled Tom with him on this side securing his arms around the body and grinding his cock until he was hard enough to start fucking him again. Delivered with the same force and this time Tom was allowed to wallow in sexual pleasure by rubbing his cock and grinding his arse back deeper on the cock inside him. His free hand getting a tight hold on the muscular arse cheek, squeezing harder when he felt his orgasm rising, resting his head back against Nick 'Gonna cum' he moaned pushing his arse back harder on to Nick's cock. The sight, sound and actions brought Nick to orgasm at the same time, his arms held tighter around the young body yet he continued a gentle thrusting, feeling his balls tighten and delivering a second load. The sound of Tom panting, the body trembling in his arms continued pushing back on his cock and Nick happily obliged clenching his arse cheeks as he pushed as deep as he could get inside Tom. Remaining locked in their positions neither one of them wanted to make the first move to end it. Nick lovingly kissing Tom's neck whilst his fingers danced softly over the muscular thigh pressed up against his leg. Tom felt so comfortable in those arms that had a calming effect that he drifted off to sleep. Nick chuckled and closed his eyes falling asleep moments later. The sleeping protection officer had moved and his cock slipped out, one arm still remained around the body the other was lower down with his hand holding the footman's cock delicately. Tom woke and slipped away from his hold and watched the beautiful muscular body of Nick roll on to his back murmuring. He was so tempted to kiss him yet doing so would probably wake the sleeping beast demanding more sex. Tom knew when he was beaten and his arse was sore, his abdomen covered in dried cum. Silently he got off the bed and picked up his shorts and t-shirt. He stood up and turned around jumping out of his skin as Nick stood there. "Where are you going?" Nick asked quietly. "Oh fuck!" Tom said surprised "I thought you were sleeping" he replied. Nick chuckled "I was but I sensed you moving around the room" he said, "Where are you going?". "Bed" Tom replied looking at him "Man you sneak around quietly" he added. "Is my bed not good enough for you then?" Nick asked taking the clothes from Tom's hand. Tom shrugged "I thought we were done" he said, "Well I know I can't take any more fucking". Nick put the clothes on the chair "That is not an acceptable excuse to walk out on me" he said. Tom gulped wondering what the hell was going on "I wasn't walking out on you" he explained. Nick laughed and picked Tom up carrying him back to bed "Then you are staying" he said. He climbed on the bed holding Tom firmly in his arms then lowering the young lad on his back he loomed over him and slowly lowered his head rubbing his lips against Tom's then delicately and softly they kissed. Gradually Nick pulled Tom on to his side, reaching to the lamp turning it off and pulled the sheet up over them. Gently they kissed for several minutes, Nick knew what Tom's work rota was for this and was not on duty until 2pm. Tom laid there in silence with Nick pressed up close to him who had gone back to sleep, never in a million years did he think he would get to spend a night with this hunk of a man. From what he had seen in the palace he was a serious, no nonsense controlled person and that is what Tom found so fascinating about him. When he learnt that Nick was gay from Alex's select group of friends he never would have believed what was happening right now. He had fun with Marty and loved his tender aggressive side but he now had this Josh guy and seemed really taken with him, and Alex who he really wanted sex with now had Max who he was so in love with. Tom slowly opened his eyes noticing the daylight discreetly peeping through the curtains and a fully aroused cock between his arse cheeks. Nick sensed that Tom had woken up and roughly pulled him on to his back and slipped on top between his legs. Tom instantly grabbed the firm arse cheeks roughing them up making Nick chuckle before he swooped down and kissed him deep. Tom pushed him up "What time is it?" he asked looked up in to Nick's eyes. Nick kissed him on the lips "8am" he replied seeing a relieved look come over Tom. Nick knelt up against Tom's head his cock stretching out above his eyes "Sort that out!" he said. "Fucking cheek!" Tom replied tapping it with his hand. Nick slapped his cock on Tom's face "Sort it out or it goes up your arse!" he now said smirking. Tom laughed running his hand along the meaty shaft, he wasn't stupid and knew it was better to give him a blow job than taking it up his arse again so soon. Nick looked down unable to believe how expertly Tom took it in his mouth causing Nick to gasp at the sensation, he knew the lad wouldn't be able to take the whole thing down his throat but my god he knew how to use his tongue in a spine tingling erotic sensation. Nick was moaning way more than when they had sex and seemed to be so relaxed and let Tom get on with his work. Tom moaned continuously through a mouthful of cock, it was certainly the best one he had ever had in his mouth. Thick and solid but with just enough give to make it more enjoyable, he happily worked it over and caressed the balls with his hand, even those felt like the best set of balls he had played with. Nick started to make small rocking movements with his hips, he could feel his body reacting quickly and he looked down again at Tom 'Come on baby, suck the nut out of my balls' he said with an commanding tone. The words sending Tom in to a frenzy began applying pressure in sporadic moves keeping Nick guessing and unknowing when he was going to feel it again. Nick rolled his head back a big smile on his face 'Shit!" he suddenly called out. Tom felt the cock twitching rapidly in his mouth hitting the back of his throat, he applied more pressure causing Nick to moan deep in his chest, his hips thrusted forward. Tom closed his lips harder around the shaft continuing to work on it, his mouth flooding rapidly as he did what he was told and sucked the nut from his balls swallowing every last drop until Nick pulled away. He stared down at Tom for a moment then hauled him up to his knees and roughly kissed him. Tom grabbed hold of him pulling him back on the bed, his legs wrapping around Nick and his hands touching every muscle he could find on this body. He had been with guys who loved his body but there was something very different the way Tom was continually aroused by his physique, not only that but when he kissed Tom his whole body seemingly reacted in a physical way that he had never seen before. Wrapped in each other kissing for ages Tom's stomach rumbled loudly making them both laugh. "Is that you telling me your hungry?" Nick asked. Tom nodded "Yeah, forgot to eat last night was so caught up with the ball" he replied. They untangled themselves "Shall we go to the household dining room?" Nick suggested. Tom knelt up and looked at him "What together?" he asked looking shocked. Nick shrugged "Unless your afraid of being seen with me" he said getting off the bed. Tom watched him for a moment "What about your macho image?" he asked grinning at him. Nick laughed "So what if we turn up together, doesn't mean anything" he replied getting dressed. Tom looked at him like a rejected lover "I suppose" he said getting off the bed. Nick heard the tinge of disappointment and looked at him "I don't want a boyfriend" he said. "What do you mean?" Tom asked looking slightly confused, "I am not asking you be one!". "I don't want to lead you on thinking that could be on the cards" Nick said kindly. Nick sat by him "I will have sex with you but my schedule is way hectic with Prince Alden" he said. Tom nodded "I understand, anyway you are way too old for me to date!" he said sniggering. Nick laughed "Cheeky fucker!" he said kissing him, "I want to honest with you Tom that is all". "Yeah I like this, having sex but man you need to go softer when fucking me!" Tom explained. Nick glanced at him "Hang on you are the one who aggressively assaulted me!" he said standing up. Tom stood up "I know, wanted to see if you could handle me" he said then laughed. "I can handle you Tom don't worry, you are easy to manage" Nick replied getting dressed. "Right, so you think I am going to let you lose on me again like that?" Tom asked grinning. Nick laughed "You know I will and you want it just as bad" he said confidently. Tom pulled his shorts up "You reckon?" he replied then glanced at Nick with a mischievous grin. Nick walked over pushed him up against the wall grinding his cock deliberately hard against Tom and grabbing his legs lifting them around his waist suspending the poor footman against the wall then kissing him slowly until he felt Tom melting with the desired effect. Nick let go of him "Yeah you definitely want it again" he said licking his lips tasting Tom. Tom slipped down to the floor "Dam you need to stop dong that!" he said smirking. Nick smiled and ran his finger softly across Tom's face then pulled his shorts down and stood above him with his cock dangling heftily in front of Tom 'Suck me off again!' Nick demanded. Tom was still highly aroused and mouth partly opened his tongue appeared touching the head of his cock teasingly. Nick looked down 'Don't you dare tease me. Do it or I will hold you on it' he said chuckling. Nick threw his head back biting his lip not to moan too loudly as Tom got to work on it. Nick blew another load and allowed Tom to suck lovingly at his cock until his phone pinged and he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the message. It was from his boss Scott 'Need you to go with Liam and take the phoenix to GP's mansion, 10am. Scott'. Nick replied 'Understood' then put the phone down and pulled Tom up to his feel and kissed him. "I have to work at 10am, we got an hour so hurry up if you want to eat" Nick said. Tom nodded "Married to your job" he said mocking Nick. Nick smiled "You have to be Tom, you will understand that in a couple of years" he said. "Yeah, I think I already do Nick, love it so much" Tom replied as Nick got undressed again. Tom sat there waiting for Nick to finish a quick shower and put his working suit on then they both walked down to the household dining room. Only a few staff were there and none of them thought twice about Nick walking in talking with Tom and having a quick breakfast before Nick had to leave. "Ah Tom!" Jackson said walking in, "I need to speak to you if you are finished" he advised. Tom nodded and stood "Of course sir" he said following Jackson to his office. Jackson closed the door "It is none of my business but be careful with Nick" he said. Tom looked on embarrassed "I mean don't fall in love or anything" Jackson added clarifying it. Tom nodded "I... err is it wrong?" he asked hoping he hadn't put a foot wrong. Jackson smiled "No Tom. I don't want to see you get hurt" he said kindly, "Nick is I think afraid of relationships". "Thanks, and don't worry. I know he is not looking for anything plus he is much older" Tom replied. "Anyway that is not why I wanted to see you" Jackson said disappearing in the uniform room. Tom stood there waiting and Jackson returned with four new tunics "For you" Jackson said. "I have enough tunics sir" Tom replied before he noticed one gold band at the bottom of the sleeve. Jackson smiled "I am promoting you to footman Tom. You are doing a really good job" he said. "Wow!" Tom said excitedly admiring the gold band, "Thank you sir, really thank you!". Jackson checked the time "You have 15 minutes to get dressed and accompany Max to the car". Tom looked up at him "On it" he said grabbing the tunics and running out. Quickly drying himself Tom put on his white under shirt, white knee length silk stockings and dark blue knee breeches and black shoes. Finally he picked up the dark blue tunic with gold lace strappings and buttons and put it on securing the strappings over the buttons. He looked in the mirror and the gold band on the cuff still unable to believe his promotion, as a footman he would now have a variety of other jobs instead of guarding doors, as important as it was. He marched out heading towards Prince Alexanders royal apartments full of pride and a sore arse.

ZEUS 0245 hrs. When they reached the rock formation he and Alaska scouted the area around it for a large enough and flat enough space to hold the Platoon under cover of a windbreak as well as suitable to lean logs and branches which was difficult because the snow was now deep enough to hide the features they were looking for and it was dark. The rock face did block the wind currently blowing from the northeast making the snow pile more shallow. “This looks like our best bet.” Alaska announced loudly to overcome the wind rushing through the trees and the sound dampening effect of the snow. He spread his arms to indicate a stretch along the formation that was approximately 60 feet long. It wasn’t completely flat but it checked all the other necessary boxes. “Let’s clear a line ten feet from the base of the rock.” By the time the Platoon arrived they had a good start clearing the area and the rest of the guys began scouring the woods around them in pairs to locate enough deadfall to build their windbreak shelter. Their packs and sleds were laid out to cover the ground already cleared so the heavy, thick snow wouldn’t just cover the ground again as they worked. Squint and Weeble were put to work cutting up half their tents into fabric panels that would curtain the windbreak and allow snow to be packed against the branches they leaned against the formation. Someone, probably Chunk, had the foresight to task a few guys to start a woodpile for a fire. Bootlicker soon had a campfire burning that helped with light. Fires were forbidden in the Veldenstein but this was an emergency and the Army would have to deal with the fallout if they were caught. No one thought that was likely. The windbreak was constructed as a grid, lashed with paracord. Alaska directed the building saying it wasn’t that different from how outdoor equipment like your snowmobile was protected in Alaska to keep it from being buried overnight, it was just on a larger scale and more durable than the basic A-frame for something temporary. Green wood lower branches with pine needles still attached were used to thatch the basic grid. Every layer helped. Once the tent fabric panels were tied on, they piled snow and packed it against the sloped structure. Sleeper said the cold had rendered the radio inoperable, and they’d have to wait until it could be warmed up a little in the shelter. After four hours they were all exhausted but they had a fairly roomy, cozy shelter inside which their packs were lined up. Everyone had decided to use the Extreme Cold Weather level 7 outer suits as a padding layer beneath their bags. Bootlicker and Cellblock engineered triangle shaped doors for either end that opened inward to allow them to get in and out for bathroom trips to a latrine dug just outside the doors under a cantilevered overhang. Half of the guys chose to zip their sleeping bags together and sleep in pairs. Gabriel didn’t ask Sleeper, he decided they would do the same and Addison would just have to deal with it. A small fire pit had been dug out against the rock face in the center and if they kept the fire small they could keep it going for two days with the wood they had. The shelter was almost airtight except for the two ends which had the doors allowing enough airflow that a fire wouldn’t be a problem. “Everyone get some sleep.” Sleeper ordered. “I’m not setting a watch.” By this time, they could hear the wind gusting violently causing the woods around them to be filled with the creak of swaying trees and a whistling moan that got louder with each passing minute. “I’m wiped, but I don’t know if I can sleep in this.” Shark replied. “Fuck, if this shelter doesn’t hold-“ “Shark! Shut the fuck up. It will either hold or it won’t, it’s out of our control, but spreading your fear won’t help.” Cellblock barked. “It’ll hold.” Bootlicker announced with a bored confidence. “It’s effectively a single reinforced shield that weighs over a ton and a half because of the foot of packed snow on top of it. The math says it would take a tornado to even budge it.” Soon the simple exhaustion of a sleepless night and the scramble to build the shelter forced everyone’s eyes to close. Gabriel waited until he heard Addison’s breathing slow and inched closer under the sleeping bag. He carefully sidled up to his friend and wrapped his arm slowly…so slowly over Addison’s chest, trying not to wake him. He just wanted to sleep next to him, feel his body heat, listen to him breathe. “Snuggle up, buddy. Let’s keep warm.” Addison whispered so quietly Gabriel almost didn’t hear him. Gabriel felt his entire body flush with heat at the words. His heart began to race and his penis swelled up inside his pants under four layers of clothing. He pulled Sleeper tightly into his body. His hand found the zipper on the front of Sleeper’s coat and unzipped it inch by slow inch to keep any sound from escaping. His breath was coming fast. They could be quiet. Everyone was so tired they were deep in slumber. Addison lay completely still not denying Gabriel’s touch, sending a trembling thrill coursing through him. There was something intensely exciting about moving this slow and quiet forcing himself to keep half his awareness focused on the group around them. Once the zipper was down, Gabriel went to work on the buttons of Addison’s uniform shirt one excruciating button at a time by feel. Addison’s breathing had increased. Underneath lay a thermal shirt layer that was hugged tightly to Sleeper’s muscular warm body. Gabriel let his hand wander over the feel of his chest and stomach with no thoughts of the lessons Andrew had taught him that first time so many weeks ago. Gabriel’s mind was consumed with the pleasure of touching Addison, nothing more and every movement sent waves of tingling sensation to his groin. He was grinding up against Sleeper’s hip, very slow. He felt Sleeper’s arm move slightly and his hand rub against his crotch. The involuntary moan almost escaped from his throat. He dropped his hand down to Sleeper’s belt, loosening it but not completely undoing it where it might create noise. He next found the button on his pants. Sleeper was executing a similar process on Gabriel’s uniform. A small rustle could be heard when Gabriel was forced to pull the loop off the button, and they both froze to listen for any change in the men around them. Nothing. Gabriel boldly unzipped Sleeper’s two pants layers and Sleeper lifted his hips slightly so Gabriel could push the thermal layer and underwear down to his thighs and they both sighed when Gabriel wrapped his hand around Addison’s hard member. Sleeper’s hand was inside Gabriel’s pants stroking his large engorged penis in synchronized movements. Gabriel rolled Sleeper slowly onto his side facing away. He pulled everything down to just below his testicles after briefly letting Sleeper’s penis out of his grip. Sleeper drooled saliva into his hand and reached back to rub it on Gabriel’s penis then repeated the process to slick his hole. Then he grabbed Gabriel’s penis again and guided it between his cheeks to his opening. Gabriel shifted closer, hoping the noise wasn’t enough to wake anyone. He knew he should take some time to open Sleeper up with a finger or two, but he didn’t want to wait, and Sleeper seemed eager to have him go ahead so he pushed gently forward with his hips. He felt a resistance and pulled Addison’s hips back using his penis as a handle to apply more force feeling his own body shudder with the enticing expectation of the warm tightness of Addison’s hole. He buried his face in the hood covering Addison’s neck and whispered “I need you. I need you so bad, Addison.” After their argument last night which in Gabriel’s mind was emotionally painful this felt like Addison’s apology and his mind and body sang together with relief and desire. Addison didn’t hate him, wasn’t pushing him away. He seemed to want this as much as Gabriel and the happiness that brought electrified him. This excitement was so much different than that first time five weeks ago. This was only him and Addison, together wanting the same closeness, wanting to give and take the same kind of pleasure using the physical to express the emotional and using the emotional to heighten the physical like a cycle of expression that was so smooth and balanced between them it felt like a separate state of consciousness. He finally pushed inside and Addison stiffened with a sharp intake of breath. “Shhhh. I will go slow.” He soothed the beautiful man nestled up against him. Gabriel moved his other arm up, snaking it between Addison’s neck and shoulder to wrap around his chest. Ever so slowly, he sank deeper into Addison, the movement nowhere near what he really wanted to do but at the same time so much more pleasurable with the extended duration of it. It was that small sip of water when you are dying of thirst, the kind where you think you can taste the water when you know it has no flavor and every part of your tongue surges forward to bathe in the satisfying wetness. A gulp gets the job done with indifference. A sip milks every speck of pleasure the water has to give, lets it linger for its full effect and makes the dryness of your mouth bloom like the cracked cake of desert dirt after a rainstorm. Oh this was so much better than the first time. It was deeper and broader because the connection joined them beyond where they touched and in that moment Gabriel knew sex could give them so much more than just the satisfaction of a physical need. It could heal. It nourished his heart, his mind, and even his soul that should have been solely God’s domain. He didn’t even have to move much to feel the sinking pull of Addison’s beckoning desire and he couldn’t separate it from his own. Addison was squeezing down on his penis with every stroke Gabriel made on Addison’s member in his hand. Their breath was synchronized, coming faster and shallower. Gabriel wanted to feel Addison ejaculate before him, but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to wait that long. Addison’s hand found his wrapped around his chest and he brought Gabriel’s hand up to his mouth to press it hard against his lips and suddenly Gabriel heard his friend give four silent grunts while Addison’s hole gripped down tight onto his penis. Gabriel’s other hand felt a sudden warm wetness from Addison’s penis and the knowledge that Addison had ejaculated cause him to seize his beautiful man in a crushing embrace as he flooded his friend with his seed. Even this orgasm felt different than the ones before. With this one he wanted to implant everything he felt for Addison deep inside him with a desperate hope it would grow. His sperm was a message, his gift of who he was and how Addison made him feel and its fluid warmth would show Addison the beauty of it. This was how Addison could carry a part of Gabriel with him always. A bible verse came unbidden to his mind: James 3:18 ‘And the seed whose fruit is righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace’. It was his hope that this would join Addison together with him, and that his friend would feel the peace he himself felt when Addison was with him. Gabriel didn’t move when they were finished, and Addison stayed still himself except for returning Gabriel’s hand to his chest. Their breathing slowed, returning to a more normal relaxed inhalation. Gabriel was close to nodding off when he heard sounds from further down the line of sleeping bags. There was a rustling and whispering, and a barely audible moan. He felt Addison’s body shake with a silent chuckle. “We’re not the only ones.” He breathed to Gabriel. That made Gabriel smile, and he hugged Addison tight. **************** Wanker woke up with a start when he felt Footlong press up against his back, bend his hips and knees to bring them up against his own, and throw his arm over him. Okay, that was fine, a little cuddle. Footlong’s warm body felt good. They’d both stripped down to their thermals before climbing into the doubled sleeping bag, neither of them willing to endure getting twisted in their uniforms while they slept and the shelter filled with bodies wasn’t frigid, it was actually cold but comfortable enough that the sleeping bag might actually be TOO hot. He was about to fall back asleep when he recognized what had to be Footlong’s monster dick grind into his ass. He remained completely still, unsure of what to do and if Footlong was doing this in his sleep. He didn’t want to wake anyone up. Then Footlong’s arm moved down to Wanker’s hips to hook his fingers into Wanker’s waistband. It looked like Footlong didn’t care about waking up Wanker. Still, Wanker didn’t move. There was only one thing Footlong was after and Wanker was caught between wanting it to happen and knowing he should stop it. His internal struggle didn’t last long and he told himself he was a stupid fucking idiot when he pulled his own clothes down to his knees to let Footlong do whatever he wanted. Footlong was nowhere near as thick as Sergeant Horvath even if he was close to the same length. Wanker wouldn’t have a problem taking it. It was a little funny to Wanker that Footlong hadn’t even wasted time on being shy about it. It probably said a lot about how Footlong thought of him that he could just take what he wanted without worrying about how Wanker would react. What Footlong was doing might have mattered before, but ever since getting railed by Sergeant Walters, then Sergeant Horvath, then Assmunch fingerbanging his hole, then Zeus fucking him without a single emotion or word said and doing that twice…well he wasn’t sure getting an assfucking meant much of anything. It sure seemed to mean something to the guy doing the fucking though. So if that’s what Footlong wanted, fine. Footlong immediately released his one eyed snake and pushed it between Wanker’s cheeks looking for his hole. Wanker rolled his eyes. “Use some spit, bro.” He whispered. “Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Footlong whispered back. “Never done this.” Wanker quickly felt Footlong roughly wipe a wet hand across his asshole, then he grabbed his dick and led the search with his extended index finger until he located what his dick was looking for. Wanker felt Footlong barge in like an asshole was just going to take a dick as easily as it pushed a turd out. Well, it wasn’t like this was going to be the worst fuck of his life, Wanker thought, and he just relaxed through the tolerable pain of Footlong’s invasion. Better not to prolong it, let Footlong get his nut any way he needed and then they could get back to sleep. “Shit that’s tight.” Footlong gasped. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t wake everyone up. Blow your load and keep it quiet.” Wanker spat with almost no air behind the words. Fuck Footlong was a dumbshit. Footlong was making all sorts of noise, the sleeping bag was rustling with every thrust of his hips. He wasn’t keeping it to a minimum, fucking the long shaft damn near all the way out and then balls deep. Thank God there wasn’t any smacking of skin against skin. But the dumbshit was breathing too loud like a Saint Bernard, probably drooling too. Wanker decided he needed to help this along so he started gripping down on Footlong’s cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside you?” Footlong asked. Aw, how sweet. Dumbshit. “Yes, don’t make a fucking mess in our bag. Just fuck it into me. And shut up!” If this idiot said one more word Wanker would fill his boots with snow. Thankfully, Footlong emptied his balls silently, finally getting the message. His thrusting sped up, then paused, then started again with three slow thrusts, then he spasmed, and buried it all the way inside Wanker’s fuckhole, and Wanker could feel the lengthy shaft thicken up and throb repeatedly as it spewed hot nut gravy deep inside him. For the first time since Footlong started, Wanker had a feeling of pleasure at the moment he knew Footlong’s jizz was filling him. He pushed his ass back to milk it all. Damn, he didn’t expect the rush that brought. A guy he felt nothing for, in fact was a bit irritated with, just used his hole to dump his load and that feeling of trashiness felt so good. “Gotta take a piss.” Footlong whispered, pulling his dick out of Wanker’s leaking ass. Wanker didn’t care. Footlong quietly climbed out of the sleeping bag, threw on his boots and coat and walked around the others to the door. “Wanker.” Came a whisper two guys over. It was Shark. “What?” Wanker whispered back with frustration. “Can I get a turn?” Wanker knew he should be upset for a couple reasons. First being now four of the guys knew. Second that Shark just asked so casually like Wanker was just a whore that was supposed to take dick for anyone. But… Wanker didn’t feel mad or insulted. It was more like a feeling of ‘well why not? My ass can take a dick, you need a hole, so sure, climb on.’ So that’s what he said. “Sure. Climb on.” Shark was far more quiet than Footlong when he moved. It almost seemed like Footlong didn’t really give a shit if anyone heard and found out they were fucking. Of course he didn’t, he wasn’t the one being used like a fuckdoll. He’s not the one who’d get a reputation, that the others would look down on or look at with disgust. Shark came over and climbed inside the bag with Wanker. Footlong came back inside, saw his place had been taken and just climbed into Shark’s bag with no reaction. Shark was a little more hesitant and gentle. Something in Wanker wanted Shark’s hard cock in his ass without delay. He’d seen Shark’s dick in the showers when it was soft and it seemed to be relatively average, but there was something exciting about not knowing what kind of hard dick was going up his ass that made Wanker’s hole hungry. There shouldn’t be any need for spit at this point, Wanker could feel the slippery effect of Footlong’s heavy load greasing his crack. Shark surprised him by pushing him on his back and climbing between his legs. Face to face then. That was fine. He reached down and felt that Shark had already pulled his hard dick out of his bottoms. Wanker took a moment to feel it with a stroke or two. Yeah, definitely average, bigger than his hand but not by much. Decent thickness. He pulled Shark by the dick until it was lined up with his leaking hole. “Go for it, bro.” Wanker whispered. Shark slid easily inside him, the way lubricated by Footlong’s cum so that Shark sank to the balls in one steady and unhurried thrust. “Fuck!” That was the only word Shark said the entire time. He pumped on top of Wanker in a regular rhythm, not breathing hard. Wanker looked into Shark’s eyes, which were watching him as he shoved his cock in and out of the hole beneath him. Just a nice, regular, even stroke that kept up for several minutes. Shark blinked occasionally, but never broke eye contact. Wanker just looked at him with an amused slight grin. Now this was more like it. A nice hole scrubbing, nothing crazy, just a steady pump. It was actually very relaxing. Nothing he had to do except keep his hole exactly where it was. There wasn’t anything emotional about this. He liked that, no confusing feelings or trying to figure out what the other person wanted. He wasn’t trying to cum, or even make Shark cum. No talking. It was all very simple, easy, direct and uncomplicated. “Ay Puta, hurry up!” They heard Puta whisper. “You takin too long. Hazlo más rápido!” Well shit. Wanker knew from the sound of it that Puta expected to get some right after Shark finished. He didn’t know whether to beat the shit out of Footlong for being so loud or thank him. And Puta couldn’t be the only one awake now. Thankfully, anyone else was keeping quiet. Maybe Puta would be the last guy who needed to bust a load out. Wanker did that trick Sergeant Walters told him would move things along, he tightened down on Shark’s cock, then released, then tightened, keeping it up until Shark just stopped moving, still staring at him while his dick pulsed with multiple spurts of cum. He didn’t uselessly ask if he could, didn’t seem to care whether Wanker wanted more cum inside him. Then just as calmly as everything else he’d done, he pulled out of Wanker’s now sloppy hole and climbed out by crawling over the top of Wanker’s head letting his wet cum slimed softening dick slide across Wanker’s face. Not on purpose, just as a careless inconsiderate way to leave. The dismissive act sent an arc of excitement through Wanker. It seemed to say ‘your hole was the only thing that mattered and now that I’m done with it I don’t need to think about you anymore.’ It wasn’t mean or insulting. No one gives a second thought to the sock they shoot their load into before throwing it on the floor next to their bed. Fuck, Wanker felt turned on by that. Puta wasted no time climbing in, his thick curved brown cock already hard and free of his pants. He pulled Wanker’s shoulder and flipped him over on his stomach. Wanker cooperated. Any way Puta needed to fuck him was fine. Puta wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t need to be. “I’m gonna be fast, hermano. I know you want my leche.” He didn’t exactly say it loud, but it wasn’t a whisper either. “For fuck’s sake, shut the fuck up! We can all hear you assholes, we’re trying to get some sleep. Wanker quit being such a slut.” Demon spoke. A few of the other guys agreed. “Fuck him tomorrow.” One guy said. “You’re making it smell like a whorehouse in here.” Another said, sounded like Dimples. Then Sleeper’s voice, “Puta, finish up then everyone go to sleep. I’m sure Wanker will be glad to take care of anyone else in a few hours. We’re stuck here for a few days. You can all get a turn. Just not right now.” There were a few grumbles. “I was gonna get next. Shit.” “I shoulda jumped in after Footlong.” What surprised Wanker, Sleeper and Zeus was how no one said anything about fags, or disgust, or anything negative. True to his word, Puta pounded Wanker’s ass violently for a dozen more strokes and grunted a string of dirty Spanish into Wanker’s ear as he dumped his load to mix it with the previous two and Wanker thought the load must have been massive the way some of it forced its way out around Puta’s hard pole to run down his taint over his balls like a river of cum. So much for not making a fucking mess in his bag. Puta simply collapsed down beside him and pulled the sleeping bag back up to cover them both. “Thanks, Wanker. It was good.” He whispered, sounding sincere while his hand patted Wanker’s ass before reaching down to pull Wanker’s underwear and thermals back up. ***************** They slept for about four hours. Someone had put another section of dead limb on the fire at some point so they still had glowing coals radiating heat. Their little shelter was very well insulated by the packed snow and except for the two doors on either end of the long lean-to very little heat escaped. The heat from their breathing, their body heat, and the small fire was more than enough to keep the inside temperature hovering around 50 degrees Fahrenheit. The only problem was when someone had to go out to use the latrine, but the wind and snow was so violent now no one went out unless they absolutely had to. It was amazing how long you could deny a shit if you didn’t want to. Of course, Wanker couldn’t hold off. His ass was full of cum and he wasn’t sure if he relaxed his asshole whether he needed to shit or it was just the cum, so he bundled up and went to squat over the hole beneath the overhang. Every time the wind swirled into the makeshift latrine his balls felt like they would turn to ice cubes so he pushed and strained to get everything out as fast as possible. He grabbed some snow and dragged it over his hole and crack, throwing it in the hole. Maybe Holler had a better way of shitting outdoors and wiping your ass, he probably grew up without an indoor bathroom. Seemed like exactly something that redneck would have experience with. But for now, Wanker risked frostbite to get the job done, having to endure the pain of frozen fingers to make sure he was scrubbed clean. He had to remove his other glove to wash his hands with snow afterwards and he hurried inside to warm them over the fire pit. He stood there trying to get warm again, wishing he could pull his pants down and warm his ass and balls as well. Sleeper was over by his bag messing with the radio. Wanker gave up trying to get warm, he felt like he could climb inside the coals and it would still take hours before the icy feeling left him, and he went over to Sleeper to help. Communications was his thing, there was nothing he couldn’t do with radio, or telecom. “I got it, Sleeper. What’s our frequency?” Sleeper told him and he set the dial. The radio was working fine now that it had been kept in the warmth of the shelter. “Base, this is Bravo Platoon reporting, over.” Sleeper transmitted. There was a few seconds of silence. “Bravo Platoon, confirmed. Stand by Bravo One. Over.” Another 20 seconds passed. The entire brotherhood had gone still, and were listening. “Good to hear your voice, Bravo One, report. Over.” A different voice said. “Base, Bravo Platoon is sheltered approximately 10 km inside the Veldenstein. Condition optimal. Stand by for location. Over.” Sleeper snapped his fingers at Cellblock. “Cellblock, what’s our coordinates?” Cellblock consulted his map and read off coordinates. Sleeper repeated them over the radio. “Bravo One, Base confirms DD coordinates 49.672205, 11.523606. Standby Bravo One. Over” Another thirty seconds elapsed. “Bravo One, Bravo Rescue’s been looking for you boys. Base has authorized communication on this frequency. Standby. Over.” A few seconds passed. “Bravo Platoon, this is Bravo Rescue, we have your coordinates and will come to you.” Sleeper recognized Sergeant Walters’ voice. He hadn’t realized how tense he’d been until the sound of Sarge’s voice lifted a weight from his shoulders. “Confirm coordinates. Over.” Sleeper read off their coordinates. “Glad you’re going to join us, Sarge. We’ll have a hot meal waiting for you. What’s your ETA? Over.” “Bravo One, you will maintain proper communication protocol over this frequency. ETA to rendezvous with Bravo Platoon 1600 hours. Over.” Sarge chastised. That was just like him to be a hardass. “Understood Bravo Rescue. Confirm arrival at 1400 hours.” Sleeper tried to resist, but thought the punishment would be worth it. “We’ll let you keep your clothes on this time Bravo Rescue. Safe travels. Over.” “Bravo One, switch to frequency two eight two point eight. Over.” “Copy that Bravo Rescue. Bravo Platoon switching to frequency two eight two point eight. Base, this is Bravo Platoon Out.” “Base Out.” Wanker immediately dialed the frequency in. “Bravo Rescue, this is Bravo One. Over.” Sleeper made his voice extra perky, knowing it was going to get under Sarge’s skin. “Montelongo, I am going to piss in your boots and leave them in the sun.” Sarge growled. Sleeper waited a couple seconds for more to come. “We missed you too, Sarge. Come get your lost boys. Over.” “You all okay? Any problems? Over.” “Negative, Sarge. Alaska, Zeus, Chunk and Olympic got us all set up in a cozy resort in a forest. You’re gonna love it. We are warm and we have no injuries. Just waiting this out. Over.” “Glad to hear it. We aren’t too far from you, it’s just going to take a while to get there. Over.” Sleeper could hear the wind over the radio. Sarge and whoever was with him weren’t near as comfortable as the brotherhood was. “Look for a large rock formation, it’s the only one in this area. It’s about 100 feet long and 30 feet high, you can’t miss it. Over.” “Roger that, Private. Will get there as soon as we can. Bravo Rescue Out.” Sleeper turned to the brothers. “Sarge is on his way. And since I have your attention, let’s get this out of the way. Anyone got a problem with Wanker?” The brothers looked around at each other, trying to gauge if anyone was going to speak up. Everyone seemed a little hesitant. “Now is the time. Get it out if you have something to say.” Sleeper urged. Dumbo cleared his throat. “Wanker, are you a fag?” Zeus growled “Pick another word, Richards. And do it quick.” There was no missing the threat in Zeus’ voice. Sleeper could feel the anger coming off of the giant behind him so strong it nearly pushed him. “Gay.” Dumbo corrected, his face fearful. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, that’s just the word I use.” “Don’t use it.” Zeus commanded. “Ever.” He hammered his point home with an angry stare at every soldier. “Sendahl, do you want to answer? You don’t have to.” “Sure, I don’t care. No, I’m not gay. I just don’t think it’s any big deal taking it up the ass. Lots of guys do it. I was just helping the guys out.” Wanker replied, and the confident casual delivery he used indicated he didn’t truly believe it was anything worth making a big deal about. “Anyone else?” Sleeper asked. Troll spoke up. “Can we ask him questions?” “Yes, but he doesn’t have to answer if he doesn’t want to. And he’s our brother, be respectful.” Zeus answered. “Do you suck dick, bro? Or just get fucked?” Troll asked without blinking. Wanker chuckled. “For you guys, yeah I’ll suck dick. No big deal.” There were a couple “hell yeah!” heard from the group, but it was hard to tell who said it. Troll smiled. “Hell yeah.” He repeated. “You’re alright, Wanker.” Maybe it was because none of them had any opportunity to have a date with a woman for six months, and hadn’t even been in the same room with one except for the few female instructors that came through for their training but the Bravos hadn’t responded anything like what Sleeper thought they would. He glanced back at Zeus. He knew what Andrew would do. “Anyone here have a problem if a brother WAS gay? Just because Wanker’s not, doesn’t mean we don’t have a gay brother among us. Is that a problem for anyone?” Sleeper asked. Again, the brothers looked at each other, some trying to see if anyone would speak up, others trying to see if they could tell who might be gay. No one said anything for a full minute before Holler spoke up. “I ain’t never been round no gay boys, Sleeper. I think I might be afeared if I was to know we got a gay boy here. I don’t mean ‘em no harm or nuthin’, and I don’t hate ‘em I just would be thinkin’ all the time that they was gonna try to do sumthin’ to me.” “Puta, no body gonna put dey dick in you.” Puta joked. “We no wanna break you little fragile body.” Everyone laughed, even Holler. “Some body try sumptin’ you send ‘em to Wanker, he take care of it. Or Zeus and he gonna strike dem down.” Everyone took a moment, and then Cellblock blurted out after having put it together faster than anyone else. “Wait. Julio… you’re … uh … you said ‘we’… Puta just shrugged. “Jess, so what? But I no get fucked. I no like da dick in my culo. It no feel good.” Well that was a big surprise to Sleeper. Almost as big a surprise as Zeus. Andrew had read it all wrong. The entire brotherhood was shocked speechless. “What?” Puta asked. “My brothers no love me no more?” That seemed to break the frozen silence and all the guys, even Holler, surrounded Puta in a group hug, with the guys closest moving aside so the others could push in and give Puta a hug or a pat, or rub his head with a smile. Sleeper turned to Zeus to see his face was wet with tears. He saw Zeus smile, but not at him. Sleeper turned to see Puta looking back at Zeus with a smile of his own that said ‘it’s alright’. Then he looked at Sleeper and winked. He guessed Puta didn’t miss much and suddenly all the sly looks and stares back in the barracks after that Saturday night made a different kind of sense. Puta broke away after the brothers got done and came over to Sleeper and Zeus. Wanker seemed to have drawn a small crowd. Sleeper didn’t have to guess what Wanker would be doing in the hours before Sarge arrived. He’d have to make sure they got the place aired out or replaced the smell of sex with something else. They might have to use some wet wood on the fire and endure a bit of a smoke out. “Gabriel, you no worry, okay? I keep your secret. But no body gonna care. If dey no care about me, is no way dey gonna hate you.” Zeus grabbed Puta and crushed him in a smothering hug. Puta put his arms around Zeus’ big body, looking like being smashed by a giant felt like a soft comfortable embrace. “But maybe if your boyfriend let me, I can kiss you? Just a kiss for you beautiful soul.” Sleeper was about to give a nod to Zeus, but Zeus just bent down without a glance and pressed his lips to Puta’s. It was nothing extreme or anything of import, just a gentle ‘thank you’. Sleeper had to smile. So Zeus didn’t have to swallow a guy whole to kiss him. And Zeus didn’t ask for permission, from anyone. Sleeper already knew that when Zeus decided something you weren’t left with a lot of choice and the incredible thing was he didn’t feel resentment at not having a choice. It ended up feeling like because Zeus decided it, that it was the right thing to do. Choice? Gods like Zeus turned ordinary mortals like him into adoring worshippers, that was the choice. It would always be the only choice. Puta sighed and moved back. “I better get in line for Wanker. But maybe we should put up a wall?” Sleeper nodded. “Yeah, let’s not make this difficult on the guys. A little privacy will keep things from getting out of hand.” And a glance over at the group said it was just in time. About ten of the guys had Wanker on his knees while they surrounded him. “Hey! Jesus bro’s! Let’s get some kind of privacy going before you get down to business. Not everyone wants to see that.” Sleeper called out. Most of the guys had the decency to look slightly ashamed. Sleeper noticed a lot of dick re-tucking going on. Damn, these horny fuckers were going to flood Wankers insides with so much cum he wouldn’t need to eat dinner tonight. They quickly had a curtained barrier thrown up made from a few sleeping bags and some paracord that created a room about six feet square that hung from the wood frame of the lean-to. It wouldn’t handle a lot of sound, but at least no one had to watch Wanker taking a train. Besides, Wanker wasn’t the loud one early this morning. That had been Footlong and Puta. **************** Wanker felt a little overwhelmed. After the sleeping bags created some privacy, the guys had been patient enough but now weren’t willing to wait in an orderly line so he could deal with them one on one. All ten piled into the room. Wanker kept his tee shirt and thermal top on, as well as his thick socks, but he was naked from the waist down. He knew at least a couple were going to want to fuck his ass. He knelt on his folded up uniform, which provided the perfect level of padding for his knees and he found that amusing. He was busy sucking Troll’s fat cock, burying his face in his pubes, then alternating sucking his hairy nuts in his mouth. The other guys were watching, stroking their hard dicks while waiting their turn. Demon was getting some strange from Footlong’s left hand but he obviously wasn’t comfortable enough to repay the courtesy leaving Footlong to stroke his own dick in his right. Suddenly Cuntwrecker moved. “I’m not waiting. I’m using the other hole.” He said. He kneeled behind Wanker, who dutifully spread his knees apart and pushed his ass out, never breaking stride on Troll’s fat hairy cock. Cuntwrecker… only a few things to say about him. First, he was fit, but his hips were just a bit too wide, giving the impression of being a female from behind. You know, guys had a certain overall shape and that didn’t include childbearing hips. Guys should have wide shoulders that v’eed down to hips that didn’t spread out too far. Maybe it was the combination of Cuntwrecker’s narrow shoulders and sturdy hips. But anyway, he was just an average looking dude, wore glasses, blonde hair and brown eyes. He had a nice face… nice. Like you couldn’t call him ugly… but you couldn’t call him handsome or cute either. He just looked nice. No woman walking alone at night would cross the street to avoid him. No one would notice him in a crowd. But Cuntwrecker, for all his plain niceness and feminine shape, had THREE girlfriends back home that sent him about six letters a week. And supposedly they all knew about the others but were still desperately vying to be first among his harem. And these chicks were fucking smoking hot too. Even Sleeper was shocked at the quality of women Cuntwrecker attracted. Cuntwrecker even said he had to break up with a fourth woman, an older woman, because he just didn’t have time to service them all. It wasn’t a matter of energy or keeping his dick hard, he just didn’t have time. And he said it wasn’t fair to them to make them beg for his attention. He claimed to be able to fuck repeatedly for long periods and they begged him to stop before he was actually tired out. Turns out he didn’t have a problem with them begging him for that. He said he kept going until he made them do it. And then he’d kiss them and head over to the next one while they fell asleep with the type of smile that could only be created by inexhaustible multiple orgasms. And he did all that with a dick that was a little over five inches long. Yeah, it was slightly thicker than average, but it also had a wicked upward curve. And the last thing about Cuntwrecker was that when he came, and he demonstrated it for the Bravos once when he served as Barracks Bitch and was ordered to prove his claim, when he came he could fill half a red solo cup with cum. The first time, and six minutes later he filled the rest of it until it over flowed. Of course, then he was dared to chug it so he clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, and poured it down his own throat. While everyone stood shocked and stunned to their very cores, Cuntwrecker fought to stop the heaves that threatened to make him puke it all back up again. He was only partially successful and it was like watching the Space Shuttle blow up all over again as his cheeks ballooned out trying to hold it in. Tears rolled from the corner of his eyes as he swallowed it a second time. Everyone stood silent in deep respect before a huge roar of celebration came from everyone’s lungs. The Bravos did not bestow the honored Title Cuntwrecker for frivolous reasons…. And it was an honored Title, not a nickname. Cuntwrecker, that poor plain man hiding in a woman’s shapely body was everything in bed that ALL of them prayed they could be. But maybe it was like Spiderman’s Uncle Ben said… with great power comes great responsibility… and none of them would use that power for good. Cuntwrecker actually cared about his three girlfriends, wanted to treat them right, was honest with them and did everything he could aside from sex to show them how much he cared. He took the time to answer every letter they sent, and it ate up a lot of his free time and study time. He called them every weekend, one after the other, asking them about how they were doing and what they did, listening to their stories. Cuntwrecker deserved that power more than any of them. He used it for good. Before Cuntwrecker could bend his curved dick down to slip it up into Wanker’s ass, Troll said “We know you like to go for a while, Cuntwrecker. So if someone wants to step in, you let ‘em. Okay?” Cuntwrecker smiled his nice plain smile and nodded. “Got it, Troll. No problem. But it’s been a long time, first one will be quick.” Cuntwrecker was actually really curious to find out if his dick did the same thing to a dude that it seemed to do to women. As a considerate lover would, he spat a wad of saliva on Wanker’s asshole before pushing in. Wanker grunted around Troll’s dick. “Almost there, buddy.” Troll said. “I’m going to shoot in your mouth. Just keep going. Just like that.” They were speaking very quietly to keep this from bothering the rest of the brothers close by. “Oh fuck… Cuntwrecker… shit… you’re hitting everything up there.” Wanker gasped, taking his mouth off of Troll but keeping up motion with his hand. “I’m gonna cum, Wanker, put it back in your mouth.” Grunted Troll. Wanker immediate dived back on his cock and in a couple strokes he felt Troll’s warm load coating his tongue. It wasn’t a large amount, so Wanker just let it go down his throat with his saliva. Cuntwrecker shifted position mid thrust to throw one leg up on Wanker’s back so he could fuck him sideways. The change in Wanker was immediate. Troll had withdrawn his dick and moved aside, but still stayed. Wanker was bucking back into him. “Fuck Cuntwrecker, if this is what you do to your girlfriends… holy shit.” Cuntwrecker chuckled. Looks like his dick worked on either sex, and he felt proud. “This isn’t even the best position, Wanker. They really go crazy doing it missionary. I’m going to have to try that out on you. But not this time. You’re busy, and I’m about to shoot my first load.” And with that he really laid into Wanker’s ass knowing his curved dick was putting pressure on both sides of Wanker’s guts. He felt his nuts start churning and his asshole began to tingle signaling the impending flood he was going to deposit up Wanker’s hole. When he felt the cum start boiling he plowed into Wanker’s ass with five powerful thrusts and almost drove Wanker to the ground. He slowed his strokes as his huge load spewed out up inside his fellow soldier’s guts and he kept stroking with lazy movements until he was completely finished. He’d worked up a little sweat, but he could wait for another couple of the guys did their thing before he worked out a second load. The only bad thing about his dick was that its curve made it difficult for a good blowjob. So pussy or ass just made everything easier. Wanker nearly lost it when he felt the spread of warmth flooding him. Why was he still surprised that the moment a guy came inside him he got that turned on feeling? Fuck it drove him crazy. He didn’t feel anything about the fuck… well except for Cuntwrecker’s dick, that did feel absolutely incredible rearranging his insides and yanking his sphincter every which way. But it didn’t make his dick hard or make his balls tighten up. But feeling the cum filling him up, THAT was what made his eyes roll back. It felt like he could shoot even though his dick wasn’t hard. It was almost worth asking if Sergeant Horvath could fuck him again. He’d definitely feel THAT fuck and the thought of Horvath’s huge load filling him gave him that tingle again. Shit, he was going to have to talk to Puta about this, maybe he’d know why getting loads up his ass got him cranked. Junior decided to mount up next, while Duck stuck his 7 inch dick in his mouth. Not accounting for second turns, he might be able to wrap this up in an hour. ******************* “You know you can go join them Zeus, if you want. I’m not going to get hurt.” Sleeper lied. This wasn’t a test. Sleeper felt he needed to let Zeus know it was okay to explore more gay stuff. He wasn’t going to get that from Sleeper. Sleeper didn’t know the first thing about gay stuff. Maybe he could talk to Puta, but Sleeper decided maybe not. It was that kiss that didn’t sit quite right with him, the way Puta just did his smooth, suave Latino thing and got a kiss from Zeus. But Sleeper knew if Zeus did go behind that curtain it would hurt. He had a sick feeling in his stomach just thinking it might happen. He was about to just tell Zeus he didn’t want him to, when Zeus answered. “Why would I do that, Sleeper? I have you. And even if I didn’t, I don’t think I would.” Zeus said in that matter of fact straight even tone of voice. When Zeus spoke it just seemed like whatever he said was how the world was in reality, and anything else you thought it was became fiction. If he said ‘No Sleeper, the sky is green.’ he’d look at the sky and suddenly he find that sure, it might LOOK blue, but it was really a blue green. In fact, there was probably more green than blue there. Well if there’s more green than blue that would make it green, right because the blue hardly counted. And the words he just said ‘I have you’ shot right into Sleeper’s heart. It was true. Zeus did have him. He wasn’t going anywhere. He’d give Zeus anything he wanted, would demand nothing from Zeus. Yeah… Zeus had him. And while a small part of him wondered how and why… the vast majority of him was simply content and happy that he was such a rotten fucking lucky prick. “Hey Zeus, suit up, let’s go check the perimeter.” He said. “Okay.” And Sleeper had a flashback moment to the night before, after he asked Zeus to share a sleeping bag and it all falling apart. That same ‘Okay’. No inflection or indication of whether the suggestion pleased him or angered him. It wasn’t what he thought it was at all. Zeus just didn’t express things. Sleeper thought maybe that was a fortunate thing. If Zeus’s straight even tone could get you to agree to just about anything, Gods help us all if Zeus unleashed actual feelings into his words. But Sleeper did wonder why Zeus held back all the time, and it couldn’t be because he realized his effect on people. Zeus was completely clueless of the level of worship he demanded. They put on their level 7’s. Sarge had paid attention and made sure Zeus had a suit that fit his size. They pulled up their balaclavas and Sleeper told Cellblock to keep an eye on things, make sure the curtain didn’t get out of hand, and to keep an ear out for the radio. Sarge would radio in with an update when he could. He told Cellblock he and Zeus were going to check the perimeter and put out a signal flare on the rock formation. Cellblock wished them luck. The last guy to go use the latrine said the snow was pretty deep, over three feet. And the wind was really tearing up, even in the protection of the rock formation. He suddenly thought of something and called to Spaghetti to see if they had anything to measure the temperature and wind speed. Spaghetti was a lazy name. He wasn’t Italian. His last name was Bergettay. Probably French or Belgian. But it sounded like Spaghetti. Nicknames seemed to follow one of three rules - some kind of personal descriptor like Troll or Shark. Something they could poke fun at you with like Assmunch and Wanker. Or something stupid and completely off the mark like Sleeper and Spaghetti so it would get under your skin. Spaghetti said they did have a weather sensor that would tell barometric pressure and temperature, but it didn’t have the piece that measured wind speed, which was a three foot rod with a top made of spokes that had cups attached, and a wire ran back to the unit to give a readout. Sleeper didn’t care about wind speed… what he cared about was wind chill, which could be calculated from temperature and wind speed. Sleeper went ahead and took the book sized unit. It had a grey screened digital readout like a digital watch or calculator only the screen was about 8 inches tall and six wide. Super fancy. Spaghetti had cycled it on and the readout was showing a temperature in the shelter of 57 degrees. Practically tropical. The brothers had done an amazing job for having to throw something together in just a few hours. Sleeper suddenly thought of the other Platoons. He would have to ask Sarge for an update when he got here. Calling into Base to get gossip was not authorized. “C’mon Zeus, let’s get this done.” “Wait sleeper, we need eye covering if we’re going out in the open. The temperature is bad enough, but we’ll be exposed to the full wind. First rule, no exposed skin.” Well shit, that blows plan number one, Sleeper thought. He planned to get away from the brothers so he could kiss Zeus. Puta’s kiss put a sour pit in his stomach. He knew Zeus liked to kiss him and he’d fought it before feeling it was too intimate. But that was all changed now. He WANTED to show Zeus he was okay with being intimate. Everything that had happened in the last 24 hours since they’d left the barracks had built up to drive Sleeper’s emotions for Zeus into new territory. The nothing argument over the sleeping bag. The way Zeus just took charge in the shelter doing what Sleeper had fucked up the previous night, zipping their bags together so that Sleeper HAD to join him. Zeus didn’t talk about it or whine, didn’t want to share his feelings, he just did the thing he wanted to do. Then, when he snuggled up to Sleeper, waiting until everyone was asleep. Then taking charge and taking what he wanted, something Sleeper himself couldn’t manage to make happen the night before even though that’s what he was going for. Then that feeling of connection when Zeus held him, both of them cumming from almost no kind of movement just the amazing feel of being together, from Zeus’s arms squeezing him, the sound of his breath through his mouth. And then falling asleep just like that so relaxed like being in Zeus’s arms was the best place in the whole world. Zeus hadn’t even moved or pulled out when they were woken up by Wanker’s gangbang, or rather Demon throwing a justified fit. And they fell asleep again just like they did before. They only slept for four hours, but it was the best night’s sleep Sleeper had ever had. Then, the brotherhood’s response to Wanker, then Puta, and Puta coming to free Zeus of concern. And of course, the kiss that Sleeper thought he was okay with but found out the more he thought about it the more he didn’t like it. Finally, Zeus’s easy dismissal of getting to participate in whatever meat fest was happening behind that curtain and the words ‘I have you’. Sleeper had never felt so out of his element while still so comfortably happy. So yeah, Zeus was going to get a kiss, as many kisses as he wanted.

So I agreed with this guy on Grindr and I asked him if he had condoms before leaving and he said yes. When I arrived at his place, he said: “do you want to smoke 🪴” and I accepted. After, we started kissing and two minutes after his dick was in my mouth. Then he said let me fuck you, and started playing with my ass. Suddenly I saw he was trying to get inside without a condom. ”Don’t forget the condom” I said and he continued “don’t worry I’ll wear it in a bit, I’m just playing”. 30 seconds after, the tip of his dick was inside of me. I asked him again for the condom. he stopped went to his closet and took a condom, lube and the poppers. “Have you ever tried these?” He said pointing to the poppers. “I haven’t” I replied. then he gave me the poppers and said “try it” while pushing his cock against my hole. When I hit the poppers I forgot about the condoms and 30 after his raw dick was all inside of me. ”Try it again” he said and I said “I will after you put the condom” he replied saying “don’t worry, I’m just playing it is just the tip”. I hit the poppers again and next he was fucking me hard with is raw dick. I was high on weed and poppers he was a muscular daddy and I was so fucking turned on watching the condom next to me and that beast raping me raw. I hit the poppers one last time and two mins after he was dropping his load inside of me. ”Oh shit I came in you, sorry, couldn’t resist, next time I’ll wear a condom I promise” He just raped me and I loved it. there was no next time, and since then I’ve been fucking raw. Now I’m addicted to guys cumming I my ass.

I was visiting a friend a few states over and I drove the 4 hours for a weekend trip. I like driving and while I've never had good luck cruising, I always had the fantasy of having sex with a trucker. I've tried multiple times, and always enjoyed jacking off at a rest stop if I was ever on the road. But I've never been in the back of a truck until this trip. I left town late, and by the time I needed to piss I was in the middle of nowhere around midnight. I pulled into a rest stop I had never been to before. In the back of my mind I'm already deciding that I need to cum. I park, and while there were some trucks the parking lot was pretty empty. I go inside, pick a stall, piss then shit down and start stroking. I'm a pretty average guy and since I was at a friends house this weekend, I really needed this as it had been a few days since I came. Enjoying myself I guess I didn't notice that someone had come in. Or I somehow didnt see him in the empty bathroom, but I heard a man cough. I'm not a shy person but it spooked me. The sound of me stroking made it obvious what I was doing and for some reason I decided I'm not gonna finish. I pulled my pants up and went to wash my hands. The other man was standing by the sinks, but I tried not to look at him out of slight embarrassment. As I was drying my hands he spoke to me, 'Sounded like some fun in there'. I looked at him. He was a pretty average looking blue collar guy. Older, graying and with a beard. Slight belly and a handsome manly face. I chuckled. 'Why You'd stop' he asked. I froze not quite sure how to proceed. I'm sure he could sense I was being timid. 'Why don't we get back in there and finish?' He winked then walked into the stall and started grabbing at his bulge. My dick went right back up and joined him. He sat on the toilet and took my dick out. He was clearly just as horny as I was and swallowed my dick like he was starving. He didn't give great head, but doing this with what I assume was a trucker, in a public place, was a big fantasy. Slowly he worked on my balls and moved to finger my hole. He then asked if I would suck him, so we switched place and he pulled out his cock. Hairy, 7ish inches, and thick I put it in my mouth and sucked on his musty cock. He moaned and ran his hands through my hair. I could hear him mumbling, 'good boy'. I could taste his salty precum and was hoping he wouldnt cum yet. He took his dick out of my mouth and asked 'You like this cock? You take cock up your hole?' I nodded while I sucked on his large nuts. 'Turn around let me see your hole'. Without hesitation, I pulled my pants down and showed him my smooth hole. He rubbed his rough hands over my ass and put his tongue in my hole. I could feel him spitting in my hole. I didnt realize neither of us had lube, but he did a good job getting me wet. He got up behind me and rubbed his hard cock against my hole and up my crack while he let out a moan. I pushed back. he guided the head into my tight hole and got in. I gasped, but he just shushed me and slowly slide the rest of the way in without stopping, even though I was pulling away. His cock was much fatter than I thought - or I just hadn't been fucked in a while. He got balls deep and just stood there deep inside my hole. "You like that cock, boy?" I moaned and pushed back harder. My hole was loosening, and I moved my hand from my cock, down to hold his big balls. He started moving his cock in and out, and getting a good slow rhythm. It felt so good letting this older guy fuck me like me. But we stopped as a guy came in to pee. We heard the door open and froze. We listened as he pissed, washed his hands and left. The whole time my daddy was grabbing my ass. As soon as he left daddy pulled out. "Come on, lets go to my truck." Following him out, we went to his truck and got inside. It was messy and small but I didn't care. We stripped down and he quickly had me on my back with my legs up. He grabbed his lube and started playing with my hole. "You want this raw dick back in that hole?" - "Yes Daddy, please fuck me!" He put some lube on my cock and started stroking me. "Yea boy, you like taking loads don't you?" I'm not a total slut but I've let my fair share of guys cum in me. I had never caught anything and got complacent in my luck. Without second thought I said, " Yea I want your load in me" He smiled and guided his bare cock into my hole. He got deep and stayed there while he played with my nipples. He said my hole felt amazing and started picking up the pace. I could feel his balls slap my ass and now that we were in a more private space I was able to moan louder. "Fuck me!" I yelled. "Yea you're gonna bred, boy. You want my seed?" I put my hand on his chest and said " Fuck yea, breed me!" By now he was beating up my hole and I was close to cumming. I knew he was too. I started stroking my cock and he looked down at me like an animal. He said "Fuck yea gonna breed that raw pussy. Gonna give you my babies. Give you my DNA". Then was when I knew what was happening. But I was already so close to cumming too I just let it happen. "Take it boy, take my fucking dirty seed". I shot my cum as he howled and I could feel his hot seed shooting into me. His cock was twitching in my hole and I could feel the familiar warm, wet feeling deep in my hole. He just held his cock in me while catching his breath, "Good Boy, you took my seed". Eventually his cock went soft and slide out. I didn't say much other than thank you as we cleaned up in silence. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was risky, and stupid. But I got to play out a fantasy. I went back to my car with his seed leaking out me. When I got home I pushed it out and used it for lube on my cock to jerk off. A month or two later I tested. And sure enough... he got his seed deep in me

Chapter 2 He said it was so much fun he was still craving more He said it was so much fun he was still craving more. I told him that the bath houses in the next town were a fun place to go if he wanted to try again. I told him to think it over and let me know. He called texted me the next morning and said he needed to talk to me. I texted back and said I would be home after 6 and able to talk. He called me right at 6, I wasn’t sure what he was so anxious to talk about. He told me that he really need to get more up his butt and would do anything to get it. I knew then that he was really hooked on the Chemsex. I asked him if he looked at the website on the paper he put in his jeans after the party. He said no that he forgot about it and put his cloths in the wash and the paper was destroyed. I texted him the information and logon details and told him to look. On that site was video clips and pics of what all he got into. It showed him getting booty bumps, slammed, fucked by the Cruel condom on the dildo and how pink it was. It also showed him sucking cock for both cum and piss, taking cocks up the ass including the two cocks with the Bio Hazzard tats on them. All the face parts were blurred out. We did have the originals incase he wanted to see his face in them. He called me back less than an hour later. He said that was hot and wanted it again. I told him in a month but if he wanted to get some action try the baths in the next town. One is clean and pretty much vanilla play. The other has a rep of being sleazy and really wild. I asked the kid if he was keeping the hair off his pubes. He said yes, smooth as a babies bottom. I told him that at either lace if he walked around naked he would get lots of action because he looked like a teenager and guys go for that. I didn’t tell him that in the sleazy one he would be considered only a piece of meat and all the guy would be ripping his ass up. There are guys there that lean toward the molesting side and he would be prime meat. He asked me about drugs. I told him at the upscale one probably not, at the sleazy one drugs are all over the place, trying to avoid them is the trick. I didn’t tell him that at the sleazy one all sorts of STIs and HIV+ unmedicated guys go there. He told me that his girl friend was going to be out of town for a couple weeks and he had a four day weekend coming up. I told him to let me know what he wanted to do.

I haven't posted for quite a while on this thread but I need to.... So yesterday I went in to my local STD clinic for my routine check up. I waited a while as they had forgotten about me. Then a guy came out to say Have you been seen yet? Nope, not yet, I replied. He took my file to a room and in less than a minute another guy came out and called my name. I went in to his little office, noticed he was sort of checking me out. He got me to go get the blood tests and to do the swabs and said he would do the questionnaire after I came back which I thought was odd and opposite. Did all that, came back and we chatted. He asked the usual questions and when I said oh I only gutted fucked BB, he asked where. I said at parties or grindr or sex clubs or living where I do I really only have to open my door, to which he replied, I hope I'll be invited in when I walk down your street..... He was so cute too, so I said so, he leaned over and started to kiss me. I kissed back and I presume when he got up he locked his door but to be honest I didn't notice. One thing led to another and all of a sudden I was on my knees sucking his pretty impressive thick dick. I thought, OK, he'll blow down my throat so I said, I hope you breed me sometime to which he replied, I'm gonna breed you now.... I was like, I'm not sure I'm "ready" for that and he told me to shut up, got me up and pulled my pants down and had me lean over his desk. He lapped up at my hole for a while and jacked himself off and I made note not to make a sound as I really wanted to moan. He tried then to fuck me but because of being nervous I was too tight and told him to get some lube. He used spit instead and still I couldn't take him so he then grabbed some lube a from his bowl of lube and condoms and he pushed in and filled me up to the hilt. He fucked a little too hard since I wasn't relaxed (and didn't have my poppers) and kept ramming onto my second hole, so I kept raising up to make it easier and he kept pushing me down so he could get further in (bad bottom I know). I could feel cold sweats on my back and my heart was racing. I kept thinking I hope the door is locked. After about 10 minutes I relaxed into his fucking a little more and he kept ramming into my second hole and finally pushed in and then he unloaded. First a little as I felt him tense up and throb. Then he fucked me for another minute and he then came hard. As he withdrew, I looked to make sure I was clean, thankfully all was ok, lol. I told him I should see him when I go back for more tests and should come more frequently to which he replied, you can always request me and it never hurts to check all the time since you like getting loaded.... I'll be back for sure, took his card.... That was a total surprise for the day and I was trying not to smile completely like a cheshire cat walking out of the clinic...... Kept those puppies in me all day too.

Following on from my last post on page 1124, i thought I'd try something different on here tonight, the time is currently 2AM and Iying on my hotel room bed with 2 loads in me I'm still in Cyprus and decided to visit paphos for a couple of days, rented a "holiday apartment" (like a studio flat bedroom, living room, bathroom) for about £30/night, the main benefit is that unlike hotels there's no reception to walk past and i have total privacy, i arrived tonight Sunday around 8pm and got myself sorted, had a quick look on grinder (it's about the only option for online hook ups out here) I updated my profile to say "younger bottom can accom in hotel, turn up, use me and go" as I like to get to the point I quickly got a few messages and started to reply, i usually prefer guys 35+ as I'm younger than that and somehow associate age with domination, i got a message from a 19yr old guy that caught my eye, unlike most teens on grinder his profile was fully written up, he sent a decent message and some face and cock pics. He said he was at a nearby bar with mates and wanted to sneak away for a bj and would i be willing to swallow his cum? I decided to take a chance as he seemed switched on and sent him my address, he asked me to be on my knees naked. I felt a little unsure as like I said for whatever reason I associate age massively with being used, maybe it's a respect your elders thing, anyway i waited on the floor naked and sure enough ten mins later he arricedy, gently knocking and pushing the unlocked door open, he came towards me and said hello, I welcomed him and he told me he can't stay long. "you better get your trousers down" i replied and he quickly laughed in agreement and removed his clothes, I've sucked a fair number of older guys but not many younger, his cock felt very hard, and the thing i noticed the most was his skin in his cock felt firm, making the shaft feel extra smooth as it passed my lips towards the opening of my throat, he stood before me rocking back and forth pushing in and out of my mouth, not really saying much but muttering under his breath how good it felt. he kept saying he was getting close but how he couldn't quite finish so i suggested that he fuck my mouth and make me swallow his load, he seemed to like this idea and held my head while he thrust in and out if my throat, very soon he let out one final moan and I felt his cum flooding my mouth, i swallowed at heart twice and his cum was still flowing out, i enjoyed the taste and sensation of swallowing him and eventually as he softened he pulled his cock out, he stood there due a few seconds but knowing what to do then said he had to dash, he pulled up his trousers and left, sending me another message a few mins later to say thanks. I got myself a drink and got straight back in grinder, that cum was tasty but I was hoping for more, I had a few more messages from guys, 2 just wanted a bj meet so I ignored them, I was in the middle of replying to a guy in his 30s when a nee message came through, it was a cock pic showing a huge 9 inch white cock and a message "you been fucked tonight yet?" I immediately replied that I hadn't although I had just swallowed a big load when the guy replies "don't reply to anyone else, i want you nice and tight" i have to say I was turned on, I do prefer guys who get to the point, he sent me a body pic, I would describe him as a bear without hair, he had a bit of a belly but big muscly arms burn covered in tattoos, i asked for a face pic and he refused, simply saying that he wasn't interested in swapping face pics as it was my ass he was visiting ,by now I my very horny, a little tipsy and been sniffing poppers so I agree to invite him over, he tells me that he's about fifteen mins away and to be ready, i message him back with a pic of my already naked body and say "yes sir" He replies a short while later saying he's outside and to go get on the bed on all fours, leave the lube where he can see it and don't make a sound, indo as commanded and hear the front door go a few mins later, the floor squeaks as he walks towards the bedroom, i can feel his presence in there as he stands to admire me. "pull your ass cheeks apart" he demands as I reach back and do it, he utters his approval and again asks me to confirm that I've but been fucked today, I say no and he tells me that's very much about to change, he steps up behind me, I've still not seen his face but I recognise the tattoo's from the pics as he reaches round to grab my soft cock hanging down, he wanks it a bit and as I start to get hard he let's go, "let's look at this ass then" he says, turning his attention to the bottle of lube beside me, i feel him squeeze some out onto my hole, it's cold and nakes me jump, he demands that i stay still and immediately shoves a finger up me, I know this guy is big because even a single finger stretched my hole as it invaded me, he chuckled to himself and asked how Good my sucking skills were, I commented that I suppose I can only demonstrate by sucking him and he said no, he's not interested in being sucked, he was just curious as he wants to share me with his mate sometime "tonight boy I just want to breed, I want to make this hole mine and i want you to know you have definitely been fucked" i nod my agreement although by now fear is setting in, "it's gonna hurt" he said "and I like it rough, if you let me start there's no changing your mind, so what's it to be? Are you going to give me this ass?" i kind of feel like even if i backed out that something wouldn't go right, I was scared now but I replied "lube and poppers and you can have me" he laughed and said Good boy, i took this as permission to reach for my bottle and took a huge sniff, the hot flush feeling running through me as I kept inhaling, i was moved off the bed so that I now had my knees on the floor and was bent over the mattress, he moved in behind me and squirted lube on his shaft, i feel him line himself up and begin to push into me, it's very quickly obvious that there's no way it's going inside me, he's much too big, he spends about 5 mins trying before i comment that maybe it's not going to happen, "shut the fuck up" he shouts and jams fingers up my ass, I've no idea how many but the pain is immense, he grinds them in and out of me stretching my hole out over and over. I gake another hit of poppers and he lines up again, this time my sphincter gives way and his head eases into my hole, he stays for a moment pushing in abd out just a tiny amount, just as I get used to the head of his cock in me he lunges forward and all 9 inches slams straight into my ass, i literally let out a yelp of pain and try to push him off me, but he's much bigger and stronger and now i understand his previous warning, he pushes my head into the mattress and proceeds to full length pound me over and over again, each time he bottoms out inside me a let out another yelp which only seems to encourage him, the pain is going slightly, in taking hit after hit of poppers and although the pain is sort of going, it's certainly not turning to pleasure, instead it quickly turns to exhaustion from having had all my muscles tensed up trying to hold myself upright throughout what it turns out had already been ten mins of being anally destroyed, he calls me names, little whore, slut, cum dump as he thrusts into my guts again and again, I feel my body start to go limp and end up just laying there, eyes closed, taking this huge bareback cock up my ass, it's not quite rape, but i Feel utterly helpless at this point. "dont worry boy, I'm nearly done with you" he says, he picks up the pace and with one final thrust i feel him cum, the head if his dick pulses inside me, I feel a huge wet warmth in my bowels, he shudders as his balls empty themselves into my willing hole, and eventually he pulls out his still hard cock. "Don't move" he says, i lay there waiting as he gets dressed, as I hear him walking away he tells he he will be in touch soon, I hear the front door close... I'm a mess if thoughts and emotions at this point, I definitely feel like i bit off more than i could chew, i imagine what could have happened with this beast, I have a quick look at the clock which reads just after 10pm, i lay in the dark and managed to fall asleep, i was woken up by noise outside, checking my phone it's just gone midnight now and despite my earlier meet i am surprised that i find myself feeling really horny, I immediately begin to wank myself when I decide to get on grinder one last time, the app is much quieter now but there's a guy online that i had exchanged messages with earlier, he's 2km away and was about 40, decent sized cock although nothing like the beast from earlier, I'm but even sure why I'm messaging him but i ask if he's still looking and he immediately replies, i tell him I've just been fucked bare and he asks if the guy filled me up, i tell him yes and he asks if i fancy a quickie now, my ass really hurts but I find myself saying yes and sending him my address, sure enough 15 mins later I find myself sniffing poppers while another bare cock slides into my ass, this one doesn't take much pushing and in fact he commented on his loose i felt and how it turned him on to know why, he lay me on my back and wanked my cock as he fucked me, within seconds i shot my cum all over myself and shortly after he fired his load inside me, less than 5 mins later he was gone, so now I'm here, 2 loads of cum inside me, my own cum dried onto my chest, writing this post 100% true... Interested in feedback on these posts of mine, happy to take comments and PMs about whether I should continue posting, I'm in Cyprus for another few weeks at least so any guys visiting definitely feel free to get in touch

---- **Story Catch-up** At this point in our story… Loads in Nico: 5 Studs who've used Nico: Omar (boyfriend) x2, Omar's stepbrother Luciano ("Lucho"), Anon Bear, Anon Troll Grandpa ---- CH5 - "Freshly Gang-Raped Teen Now Ready for Sharing" "It's time to put some poz cock in this whore, boys," the towering, muscular demi-god of a man -- the apparent ringleader of this group of anonymous studs -- invited. The troll and the bear having already made their cummy contributions to Nico's DNA-filled pussy caressed each other's slackened dicks which were still wet with cum juice fresh from Nico's insides. Nico felt overtaken by fear when he heard the demi-god say, "poz cock." Nico began wishing for Omar to burst into the apartment and rescue Nico. A new stranger stepped forward from the corner of the room and approached Nico's muscled ass. He was a pale, bespectacled man of the most average averageness. "I don't want HIV, Sir," Nico pled uselessly, knowing full well that this group of twisted, anonymous rapists would likely find pleasure in his protest. The demi-god laughed and lowered his face right in front of Nico and stared into Nico's blindfold as though peering right through it. Just inches from Nico's mouth, the demi-god whispered sternly, "Who the fuck do you think cares what you want, whore?" The demi-god slapped the side of Nico's face with a crisp thwack. Nico gasped like a useless faggot. "Poz him," the demi-god instructed the others as he stood upright. The average man who had stepped forward from the corner grasped his engorged 6" cock and slid it immediately into Nico's open, cum-filled pussy without a word. Nico's face pressed into the mattress as the newest stranger to enter him pressed against Nico's plump ass cheeks. "God, so fucking wet in there," he muttered as the five-load cum mixture inside Nico basted the man's raw cock. "He's neg?," the man asked as he slowly removed his cock fully out of Nico's hole and took in the strong fragrance of cum that wafted up from Nico's exposed fuck hole and the stranger's now cum-glazed cock. The stranger slid his dick back in easily, facing no resistance from Nico's outer sphincter and gliding against the cum-slick walls of the teen jock's used fuckchute. Nico felt the pleasing sting of yet another raw cock entering his hole after having already been thoroughly used by four men before the stranger that was now inside him. "Neg and still in high school," the demi-god replied. The average man's cock swelled inside Nico's used hole. "Oh fuck, I'm going to poz him good then," the man muttered breathily as his fucking picked up pace and as his toxic precum began dribbling indistinguishably into the pool of cum inside Nico's rectum. Nico simply listened in silence, gripped with fear at how far out of control this night had gotten for him, unable to formulate a strategy other than just to lie there and let these strangers finish raping him. The average man began fucking Nico harder and harder. Nico tried to detach himself from his fear and instead focused on the feeling in his hole. Nico let out a heaving sigh. "Poz the fucking whore," a voice said. This pushed the average man over the edge. He felt a surging orgasm coming on, and his raw cock began gushing deep into Nico's guts. "That's right, knock that pussy up," said one of the others. Just as the average man began sliding his cock out of Nico's cum-frothed hole, the fourth stranger stepped forward, almost pushing the average top aside and clearing the way for him to plant his cock deep in Nico. "That's right. Looks like you need more toxic cock in you, faggot." The fourth stranger gripped his thick 8" cock in the darkness and immediately plunged it raw into Nico without warning. Nico moaned in a way that sounded as much like pleasure as pain as the stranger's eight-incher pressed hard against Nico's second hole. "Oh fuck," Nico let out faggily, now beginning to realize that as much as his hole had already been feeling used and raw, that there were yet still more dimensions to the feeling as each new raw dick pummeled his insides further. His cummy pussy was passing the point of feeling simply used to feeling completely fucked out. It was a discomfort that Nico found so satisfying that he began panting and moaning with more vigor and frequency. Rapist #4 continued slamming his eight-incher into the well-fucked jock's hole, striking up a symphony of viscously cum-gloppy sperm churning. A large puddle of cum began to form on the blanket underneath Nico's ass opening. "Give the faggot your strain," one of the other strangers encouraged. Nico's mind ricocheted between the fear of being raped full of the virus that causes AIDS and the wondrous feeling of pain-pleasure in his now trashed pussy as yet another rapist pleasured himself raw inside the young jock. "I'm gonna pump your ass so full of AIDS juice, boy, you're gonna taste it in your mouth," rapist #4 said as he pulled the young jock's pelvis back onto his raw dick in rhythmic synchrony with each forward thrust of his cock. This pulling and releasing motion had the effect of magnifying the force of each dick-slamming against Nico's second hole. Nico's moaning became progressively louder. Rapist #4 could sense a degree of cooperation with the rhythm of his fucking. Rapist #4 continued slamming his fat cock into Nico's loose, cumsloppy jock hole until finally -- finally -- he felt Nico's second hole give way. Suddenly the rapist's thick dickhead pressed with force through Nico's second opening. "Ow, ow, ow, ah, ah, fuuuuuuuuuuck," Nico cried out. "He's just pain signaling," the demi-god said matter-of-factly. "Don't let it stop you," he offered to the rapist whose raw poz dick was deep inside the guts of the suffering, cum-filled 18 year-old. "Oh, I know," Rapist #4 replied, holding his dick in place. "I just pierced it's second hole, and that's exactly where I want my strain to enter." Without intending to do so, Nico's second hole began to loosen around the poz cock inside him, setting off a wave of pleasure in his rapist that would soon culminate in orgasm. "You deserve AIDS, faggot." Rapist #4's torso shuddered as his cock released a gushing, toxic load deep into Nico's intestines. Nico moaned but said nothing as his mind was consumed with the thought that he had just taken multiple raw, viral loads from his rapists. He felt unmoored, not sure what to think or what he was feeling -- except that he felt full. The pressure of his fourth rapist's raw cock inside his abdomen was as unbearable as it was immensely satisfying. Nico thought about how this was his seventh load of the evening, and almost without realizing it, he reached one hand back behind himself to feel with his fingers the raw dick pressed into his tender insides. "Well, look at this whore!" Rapist #4 said, surprised by the feeling of Nico's fingers caressing the base of his raw dick where it met the edge of Nico's cummy hole. "I told you all this slut would be asking for more after I was done with it," Rapist #4 boasted as he started teasing Nico's second opening by pulling back ever so slightly only to push back in a subtle back-and-forth that helped lube Nico's second opening while also pushing his fat poz load deeper inside. "You ever dream about getting raw fucked like a whore by a bunch of AIDS dicks, faggot?", Rapist #4 whispered in Nico's ear. Nico felt the rush of butterflies in his stomach hearing the rapist that was still inside him talking about AIDS dick. Nay, AIDS *dicks*. Nico felt his nipples contract and his cock swell. It sounded disgusting and terrible -- and yet that is exactly what excited him. The level of whoredom that it implied was blowing the young jock slut's mind. To actually seek out AIDS dick. To let poz tops cum inside me. What kind of total cumwhore do you have to be to start craving random strangers' diseased cocks while you have an HIV+ rapist's raw dick still inside you?, Nico thought. It was exactly the kind of whore Nico wanted to be -- perhaps already was. He felt shaky with excitement and nervousness. Rapist #4 pulled out, leaving Nico feeling empty. Vacated. Used up and in need of more raw dick. Not one of the tops in that darkened room ever saw the erection that Nico now had, and yet every single one of them, without ever saying so to the others, knew with uncanny precision and a collectively shared certainty that the young fuckhole's limp cock had finally awoken -- a fact which they all regarded with equal disinterest. The demi-god pulled out his phone and texted Omar to come collect the slut. Nico remained on the bed, having anticipated, even somewhat hoped for, the demi-god to dick him, but instead he listened to the cabal of anonymous rapists quietly exiting one by one. It wasn't until he heard Omar's voice calling him from the entryway that Nico fully understood that he had been left alone in the apartment, which he had assumed all along belonged to at least one of his sexual abusers that night. Nico felt Omar remove the blindfold. "Hey, baby," Omar said tenderly through the darkness. "Babe, they raped me." Nico began to cry before he could finish the sentence. Omar gently shushed him as the two embraced. "I need to get to the doctor," Nico continued, unable to fully control the tremble in his voice. "I know, baby," Omar replied, holding Nico all the more tightly. Omar kissed Nico lightly on the cheek, and releasing their embrace, helped Nico off the cum-soaked bed, where the puddle of cum that had collected under Nico's hole was now cold. Nico went to remove the leather collar and leash still around his neck, but Omar gently placed his hand over Nico's and said, "No, babe, leave that on." Nico paused, confused. "Your dad wants it on you when I bring you over." "Bring me over when?", Nico asked incredulously, wondering why Omar might be playing around with such a joke at such a time. "He said as soon as you were done here." And with those words, Omar reached his hand around to feel Nico's cummy, used hole as he laid another kiss upon Nico's surprised face. ---

Chapter 3 He told me that his girl friend was going to be out of town for a couple weeks and he had a four day weekend coming up. I told him to let me know what he wanted to do. He called me back and said his craving was getting the better of him but he thought he could handle the sleazy one. He figured he could say no and stay out of the bad areas. I told him it wouldn’t be that easy but he said he wanted some of what he got a couple weeks ago. I told him to come to my place on Friday when he was on his way. Also to clean out real good and shave he pubes again. I called my one friend and told him about the kids craving and the plan. He said he would drop off something for him. Friday my friend stopped in the afternoon and gave me 2 syringes. One had his special mix in it but looked bigger and the other one had a normal load of Meth. I asked him about what was in there and he said that the first one had the stuff to keep the kids cock had as nails and the other one had a huge load of meth in it. The Kid texted me and said he would be at my place about seven. Knowing this kid I knew ne would be knocking on my door at 7pm. There was a knock at my door and thought to myself it must be 7PM, sure enough it was and it was the Kid at the door. After he came in I asked him if the GF was gone and he said yes. He also added that they had a fuckathone last night and that he almost got the head of his cock up her ass. He did say he shot a huge load in her cunt and one down her throat. He said that since the party it seems that she has been instable. I asked him if he was ready and he said “ Yes, I really need this “. I said OK, I told him to drop his pants that I wanted to see his cock and ass. His cock seemed to have grown but it was hard as a rock. I got down and sucked if for a few minutes. When I felt he was really getting into this I stopped. I just wanted to make sure he was hot and ready. I turned him around and saw the faded words and marks on his ass. I tool some cleaner I have used and wiped it on his ass. With a little work I was able to get all the load marks off. I grabbed my marker and redid the POZ and NEG marks on his ass. Above it I put ‘ FUCK THIS TEENAGER UP ‘. The in smaller print I put ‘ First trip to a bath ‘. I figured when they saw his young frame and hairless Kid they would see this after he passed and it would be Game On. I gave the kid 3 bottles of water and the 2 syringes. I opened one and gave it to him and said to take a drink. I took it back and put the cap on it. He didn’t notice that it was opened already. I spiked it with some G. I wanted this kid to be so fucking horny he wouldn’t back out. I told him that he needed to keep hydrated and to drink about half on the way over and the rest of the bottle when he was parked. I told him to put the other 2 bottles in his bag for later. If they looked in his bag they would see sealed bottles and not think of it. I also gave him the enema bottle that he filled at the party. I told him that it was up to him but if he had to piss to put it in there, go to hi room and shoot it in his ass. There was a cap full of liquid in it, not much but it was some strong tina. I told him to put the 2 syringes in his socks so they would not be discovered incase they were looking for stuff. I also told him that once in the room, close the door, get naked go ass up on the bed and shoot the contents of the bigger one up his ass. I told him to stay like that for at least 15 minutes and then open the door with his ass up pointing at the door. I told him to hide the syringes under his mattress. He had some lube and poppers with him already. I bent him over and put some lube p his ass and then slowly pushed my cock in him. He was huming saying that the lube was nice and getting his ass warm but my ok felt great. He pushed back but I would not let him have any more than half, I wanted him ready for the night of debauchery that about to fall on him.

------- Chapter 3.1 - Catching Up With The Tour (Guide) ------- Ric had started to send the message several times but stopped each time and wondered if it had been too long. But then an image of him fucking Taylor or the blowjob in the bathroom would flash through his mind and he'd reach for his phone again. He wasn't even sure the number was valid anymore, so he first sent "Is this Taylor's #?" and when he got a reply of "yes" a few minutes later, he pasted in the rest of the message he'd saved. "Hi. I'm not sure you remember me but I'm Ric. We met last spring when I was here for a tour. I started classes and was wondering if we could meet again some time." He looked at the message and checked it for typos and then hit send. A minute later his phone ding'd and he read Taylor's message. "hard to forget a guy like u" was the first message and it was followed by a couple more. "was wild time w/u & ur dad" and then "love to meet again. u in dorm?" Ric's heart raced and while he wanted to fuck Taylor again, he also wanted to grow his friends list. Or fuck buddy list. "Yeah, dorms. Let me know when you have some time to meet. we can talk or whatever" was his reply. "Sunday afternoon? talk good whatever better lol" Taylor sent back. Ric chuckled and typed out "sounds good. 2 ok?" "yes. ur place or mine?" Taylor asked. "roommate prob here then, is urs ok?" Ric replied. "sure" Taylor sent and a minute later Ric got an address. He spent the next few days either studying or checking out cruising apps to see who was around. When he had finished he remembered that one of the replies when he gave out his new work number was from Rawson who had said something about a new project. After several messages and a few phone calls with both Rawson and his manager Ari, he had a date for another video shoot the following Friday. Finally after nearly two months his calendar was starting to fill with more interesting things than test dates. Ric had just ended his call with Ari confirming the time and location for his porn shoot when his roommate Eddy came back from campus. He was propped against the wall in his usual dorm wear - a jockstrap and running shorts. On cooler days he'd add a tank and wear basketball shorts. The warmer temperatures suited him much better than what he was used to back home. Even when the natives were complaining about it being cold he was more than comfortable. "Ric, I have to tell you, I don't understand why the other guys didn't like you as a roommate. You're clean, you don't keep me locked out all the time and you don't blast music while I'm trying to study. You're the best roommate I've had my entire college life" Eddy said a few minutes later. "Thanks. You've been great too. The best of all three I've had" Ric replied, chuckling. He expected there to be a followup and there was. "Uh... would you mind if I had the room to myself on Sunday?" Eddy asked. "You don't need to butter me up to ask, Eddy. It's part of sharing a room. What times do you need me to be gone? It might be kind of hard if I have to find a place to sleep, but otherwise I'm flexible" Ric replied. "I know, but I've been meaning to say something and never get the chance. Like noon to eight?" Eddy asked nervously. "That works. I'm supposed to meet a friend at 2 and I can find stuff to do before and until eight or nine. Put something on the doorknob until you're done so I know it's ok to come back. My first roommate had a bandanna and was sure I knew not to bother him if it was on the door" Ric explained and gave another chuckle. "Thanks, I really appreciate it" Eddy replied. Ric could see that Eddy was waiting for Ric to ask why, but Ric really didn't care. If Eddy wanted to divulge his plans he would. He was just happy that Eddy was going to do something other than study and sleep. On Sunday, he walked out of the dorm at 11:30 am with a small backpack that had a few things in it for his meeting with Taylor. His first destination was the bath house that Hector had told him about. He wasn't going to go in, but he just wanted to know where it was. He was surprised that even on a Sunday morning there were people hanging around the place. One guy even whistled at him and yelled "Come on over... Don't be shy" but Ric just shook his head and kept walking. He walked around and eventually made it to Taylor's place right on time. "Hey stud, welcome" Taylor said. Ric was a little surprised at Taylor's new look. The scruff was now longer and seemed a permanent addition rather than just weekend laziness. There was a stud on the side of his nose and a dark plug in each ear. His hair had grown out on top but was still cut close on the sides. The clothes were similar to what he wore to the hotel the last time Ric saw him, but instead of a white lycra tee, Taylor wore a tight, bright blue tank. "Thanks. You're looking a lot hotter than the last time I saw you. You really shed the conservative look. I like it" Ric replied as he walked into the apartment. They sat down on the couch and talked, getting to know each other a little more. Ric could tell that Taylor was horny, maybe even as horny as he was. He made the first move getting closer and soon was on top of Taylor, kissing him. Their hands roamed all over each other's bodies. Ric's shirt was the first thing to get tossed on the floor, followed by Taylor's tank. Their shorts came off next and both were wearing similar red trunks. "You look hotter than last time too" Taylor said as he gnawed on the bulge a minute before pulling them down. Ric slid down on to the rug on the floor and let Taylor suck and lick his cock. It was hard as usual and he liked how Taylor would alternate between sucking and then exploring his cock and balls with this tongue. He watched Taylor's ass bounce up and down as Taylor worked on his cock, but he wanted both of them to be completely naked. He slid around with Taylor following along. Soon they both were on their sides in a sixty nine with Ric being the one to gnaw on Taylor's bulge. Taylor never skipped a beat, continuing to suck, slobber and moan while Ric enjoyed the growing bulge. While both were energetically pleasuring each other, there was no urgency to get to the next step. They had hours to play and while they both wanted to fuck, they were going to have fun getting there. Ric tugged and had Taylor's trunks sliding across the floor while his mouth engulfed the newly freed cock. Ric tried to remember Taylor's profile that he found back in the Spring before the three way with his dad, but couldn't remember whether it said bottom or versatile. Taylor seemed to be enjoying Ric's attention to his cock, but that didn't mean anything. He'd met bottoms that hated their dick's being touched and others that loved it. Ric hoped that he'd get to feel it plow into his hole at least a little bit today. He let Taylor's cock pop out of his mouth and worked down a little farther to give some attention to his hairless balls. Ric lapped his tongue over each orb before he sucked one in and gave it a good tongue bath. He leaned his head back, stretching the ball in it's sack before it popped free of his lips. He gave the other one the same attention and felt Taylor moan around his cock. Ric pushed Taylor's legs wider and licked along the taint, feeling the soft, wet balls drag over his face. He moved a little farther and felt his cock slip out of Taylor's mouth. He rolled on to his back, pulling Taylor with him before burying his face in Taylor's ass. His tongue explored for a few minutes and then suddenly he felt his own legs get pulled back. Next, he felt Taylor's scruffy face between his ass cheeks and then a tongue attack his hole. The position was awkward and they started alternating, giving one a break while the other feasted on ass and then swapping. After four or five turns, Ric spun around and grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs back. Taylor looked shocked for a moment but wasn't going to give up the opportunity. He slid between Ric's legs, aiming his still hard cock to the wet hole. A long, deep moan came out of Taylor's mouth as his cock slowly descended into Ric's hungry hole. "Damn... I never expected this" Taylor said, grinning down at Ric. His hips started to rock and within a few minutes he was plowing Ric's hole. "You're more versatile than I thought" Ric said while he flexed his hole around Taylor's cock. He saw Taylor gasp a few times and his thrusts slowed down. Ric clamped down a couple times with his ass and got a couple quick "Oh fuck" comments from Taylor. Taylor pulled out and muttered "Bastard" before plowing back in and drilling Ric's hole. Less than a minute later, he shoved in deep and Ric felt the spurts shower his guts with cum. Ric milked the throbbing cock, coaxing as much cum from Taylor's balls as he could. Ric wondered if Taylor was shooting blanks or charged seed into him, but as quickly as the thought entered his mind it was gone as he enjoyed being filled with cum again. Taylor was breathing heavy while he slowly pulled his cock free of Ric's cum filled hole. He collapsed on Ric's chest and kissed him deeply. Ric let go of his legs and wrapped both his arms and legs around Taylor's body. They laid there for a few moments before Taylor said "You're more versatile than I thought too. I thought you were just a top stud." "Not at all. My favorite is to flip back and forth, but most guys just want me to fuck them" Ric said, rolling over on top of Taylor. His legs pushed Taylor's apart and his cock nestled against Taylor's hole. He stared back at Taylor, who had a growing smile on his face. "You want it, don't you?" Ric asked. "Mmmhmm" Taylor replied. A second later, Ric was sliding into Taylor's spit slick hole. While Taylor groaned, the smile never left his face. Once a third of his shaft was inside, Ric started to rock his hips. Slowly he got deeper and deeper with a slow, even pace. While he occasionally drilled in faster or pulled out and drove back in, Ric kept the fuck much softer than he did the last time with Taylor. After almost thirty minutes of playfully fucking Taylor, he started to feel the cum rise from his balls. He quickly built up speed and then stopped when his cock began to pulse. Ropes of cum pumped into Taylor's chute while both guys moaned. They grinned at each other once the shots had ended. Ric leaned down and kissed Taylor before rolling off next to him. Laying on his back with Taylor on his side next to him, Ric leaned over and kissed Taylor again. "That was a lot more fun than last time. I prefer one on one to three ways. There's only a few guys I know of where I really enjoy them. I guess I'm just greedy" Ric said. Taylor laughed and said "I liked doing you and your dad. It kind of ticked another bucket list item off, but yeah, you alone was ten times better." Ric breathed deep and wasn't sure he should bring it up but decided to go for it. "So, I guess you didn't have any doubts about fucking with a poz guy again. Did you get tested after the last time?" Ric asked. Taylor laughed again. "I completely forgot about that. Uh... no. I haven't gotten tested. I've been meaning to but since I never got sick I figured it was a waste of time" Taylor said giving Ric another kiss. Taylor traced his long index finger around Ric's chest before playing with his pierced nipples again. Ric replied "Not everyone gets sick. It's better to know... it might change who you choose to fuck raw." Ric moaned as Taylor flicked his fingers over each nipple. "Now... when does your roommate come back?" Ric asked. His cock was now rigid again from Taylor playing with his nips. "Six or so. It doesn't matter, we've walked in on each other fucking so many times now we expect it when we get home, especially on weekends" Taylor said as he climbed over Ric and straddled him. He raised up and lined Ric's stiff cock up and sunk back down, his stretched hole easily wrapping around the thick shaft this time. Both Ric and Taylor moaned loudly as Taylor bottomed out with his ass resting on Ric's hips. Slowly he rose back up and then dropped back down, their skin slapping together. "Damn, I can't believe how good this feels. It's so different than last time" Taylor said as he rose back up and began to slowly fuck himself on Ric's cock. Ric groaned and then said "Yeah, I fuck based on my mood. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. Even my dad said I was too hard with you after you left last Spring" while Taylor kept riding his cock. Ric reached out and stroked Taylor's dick, watching it drool precum over the trail on his abs. They stared at each other, grinning like crazy, as Taylor fucked himself and Ric gave the occasional upward thrust. Taylor eventually leaned forward with his hands on each side of Ric's head and Ric took over, plowing with long strokes into Taylor's cum soaked cunt. "Fuck, yeah. Take that cock Tay" Ric heard as the door clicked shut. He couldn't see who came in, but assumed it was Taylor's roommate. "Shit, how many loads you take? I can see cum drippin off your balls" was the next comment. The guy moved a little and now Ric could see him. He looked like the original, more clean cut version of Taylor but with almost bleached blond hair and clean shaven. His shorts were around his ankles and he was stroking himself as he watched Ric fuck his roommate. Unlike many guys that close their eyes as they masturbate, the roommate was closely watching Ric's cock drill Taylor's hole as his hand tugged on his cock. Ric was getting close but when Taylor twisted his left nip he felt his cock swell. The second twist got his balls tight against his shaft and the third twist took him over the edge. Ric let out a loud growl as pulses of cum shot through his cock, deep into Taylor's gut. He felt a rope of jizz shoot over his leg and a few more between his and Taylor's chests. "Fuck! That was so hot. I could see your cock pump each shot into him" the roommate said as he gasped. Ric looked over and saw the roommate scrape cum off the end of his cock and then lick it off his finger. He then stuffed his cock back into his underwear and pulled his shorts up before collapsing in a nearby chair. Ric looked back at Taylor, whose chest was heaving and he had a huge smile was on his face. Both stood there a minute before Taylor leaned back and slowly pulled off of Ric's cock. "Holy shit! How long is that thing" the roommate asked, apparently still fixated on Taylor's ass and Ric's cock. "Biggest I've ever taken" Taylor said after the head pulled free of his outer ring. Taylor rolled over on the other side of Ric and stared back at his roommate. "Ric, this voyeur is Peter, my roommate. He really likes live porn, I guess." Ric chuckled as he scooped some of Taylor's cum off his chest and licked his finger clean. The three laid there, chatting a bit until Peter got up and went to the bathroom, coming back with a few towels. He gave Ric and Taylor each one and used the third to mop up his cum from the floor. "You're not going to lick it up?" Ric joked. "Not in front of guests" Peter replied, grinning. Taylor rolled away from Ric, on to his back and looked up. "So, which one do you prefer, Peter? Me or Ric?" Taylor asked. "Uh... Usually I take the bigger one... but... I think that tattoo means he's poz... So it would have to be yours" Peter replied. "I could be on meds and undetectable. That's safer than most fucks. You can't tell that from the tattoo" Ric said before he leaned over and kissed Taylor again. With no response from Peter, Ric and Taylor finished up wiping themselves off. Peter brought out three bottles of beer and the trio sat around talking and drinking for a while, HIV status never coming up again. "I should get back to my place. It's getting late. Thanks for the fun time. I hope we can get together again. It doesn't just have to be for sex" Ric said, chuckling. "Yeah, definitely. But I like the sex part too... You got my number" Taylor said. "Nice to meet you Peter. Take care guys" Ric said as he walked out the door and headed back to his dorm room. It was almost 10pm when he got there and he checked to make sure there was nothing on the door indicating Eddy was still busy inside. He found Eddy asleep on his bed, wearing only his underwear instead of his usual cartoon print lounge pants and a faint smell of cum. "Hope he had fun" Ric thought as he stripped down and tossed on his sleeping shorts, grabbed his towel and shower stuff and went to the showers. He was tempted to just let the cum smell stay on his body until morning, but he didn't want to stink up the room. Any cum smell would have to be from Eddy.

I share @WelshBBCigarFuck 's view that it's not just looks that make me horny. But, first, to answer the OP's question directly: Yes, my taste in men is enormously more expansive than when I first started dating boys in high school. I used to believe that I was only attracted to men who were gym-fit and pretty faced. Now, though, my attraction is to any man who tells me he wants to cum in me. I know it's a bit of a cliché among us barebackers, but watching "Dawson's 20 Load Weekend" and seeing the way he respected every single one of the tops who were using him and looked right into their eyes (when he was in the position to, lol) and let them watch how their use of him activated his sexual pleasure -- that was what changed my relationship to desiring men forever. It made me realize how much I was turned on by raw dicks, by thick loads, and by being a total slut to all men regardless of their looks, body shape, etc. Now when I'm getting hit up by someone whose face or body doesn't immediately make my heart skip a beat, I focus on the way they talk to me, the things they say that they want to do with my holes, the ways they connect with me and/or treat me like a flesh sleeve for their selfish pleasure. At the end of the day, if you can make me feel like a whore -- that's what I'm attracted to. Being treated like a fuck sleeve for semen. A stud who is not strong in the looks department but who knows how to make a whore realize their true purpose is always going to get me off 100x more than a pretty-faced, muscled adonis who can't tell me what they want or make me give them when they want (but, just to be clear, I still readily accept their loads, too, because #whore -- even if begrudgingly).

I love guys getting bigger and softer. I love watching them give into the desire and just letting go, letting their bellies expand, eating more, smoking weed and getting the munchies, and then rubbing their full bellies and expanding moobs. You'll look hot as hell with some more weight, and you should enjoy the process.

------- Chapter 2.4 - Hoping For One And Hitting The Jackpot ------- The guys were lounging in the hot tub, enjoying the warm, bubbly water. Joe dug into the cooler and passed new beers around. "This is the last round or someone, cough cough Ric, has to go upstairs and get more beer" Joe said. Ric and Kyle both laughed. "My rates for being a pool boy are pretty high. I don't know if you can afford me" Ric said, winking at Joe. "We're dual income, no kids. We can cover it. But... uh... what if we hire you as an extra in a porn flick, is that cheaper? The pool boy always works hard and gets nailed in those vids" Joe joked. All three were chuckling when a guy came up and asked "Room for one more?" The guys looked him over, seeing a tall strawberry blond guy with broad shoulders, military haircut, dense scruff on his face, trimmed chest hair, rainbow trunks with a very full pouch and hairy legs. Joe guessed he was about five years older than him. The smile on the guy's face was big as he waited for a reply. After a long pause while they checked him out, Joe said "Of course. But we're out of beer, so we're not going to be very good hosts." "I'll just enjoy he scenery, then" the guy replied. A moment after he sat into the spa he introduced himself - "By the way, I'm Bradley. I just moved in a couple weeks ago." "Hi Bradley, I'm Kyle, that's my partner Joe and our friend Ric. We just moved in too" Kyle said, pointing out each guy as he talked. "Oh... Partner. I guess you guys are off limits, then" Bradley said, looking disappointed. Joe smiled. "Partners, yes. Monogamous, no. We play together or apart. Just ask Ric" he said. The smile came back to Bradley's face right away. "So I take it all of you guys are gay?" he asked. The three all nodded. Joe then replied "Oh yeah. I think there is one token straight guy in the complex, but I'm not sure. If I open up a cruising app around here it looks like I'm up in the city during Folsom." "I'm guessing from the trunks that you're queer too?" Kyle asked. "Gay and proud. Out since I was 14" Bradley replied. Joe got out of the water and said "I'm gonna go recycle. Be right back" and wandered back to the main building. Bradley turned to Ric and asked "You and the guy pissing like ink and metal. Is there a good tattoo place around here?" Ric smiled and laughed. "Well, we all have some ink and it's all been done by the same guy. He just happens to be a thousand miles from here. We're all recent transplants" Ric explained. Kyle stood up in the hot tub and climbed up on the edge, so his biohazard tattoo was now visible. Bradley looked over and nodded as Ric did the same. "Matching tattoos? But I thought your partner was the other guy?" Bradley asked. "It's a club tattoo and mine is smaller than his" Ric explained. Kyle laughed and said "His tattoo is smaller, but his dick sure isn't." "Must be an interesting club. Most gay guys that have a biohazard tat are poz" Bradley said, glancing back and forth between Kyle and Ric. Joe walked up and as he was getting into the tub Bradley asked "Are you in the same club these guys are? You have a different tat than they do." Joe laughed. "Yeah, my club tat is on my leg, the scorpion was a gift" he said, chuckling as he turned around to show Bradley his calf. "Damn. I'm feeling left out" Bradley said, chuckling. "It's easy to get you into the club, it's just that out here you don't get a free tattoo" Kyle explained. "Oh? How's that?" Bradley asked, innocently. "As you said, gay guys that have a biohazard tat are usually poz. Some are undetectable, but we're not. We just have to share our bug with you and you'll be in the club in no time" Kyle said, grinning. "Fuck... You serious?" Bradley asked. "Only if you are" Joe replied. "Why would I want to do something as crazy as that?" Bradley asked. "Do you fuck raw?" Ric asked and got "Usually" from Bradley. "You on prep?" asked Kyle and Bradley shook his head "no." Ric rubbed the growing bulge in his trunks and asked "Top or bottom?" "Bottom" Bradley mumbled, barely audible over the pool jets. Joe smiled and said "Its just a matter of time, then. Hell, you might already be poz and not even know it." "Do I look sick to you? I'm in perfect shape. Besides, I'm careful" Bradley replied. "Yeah, you are in great shape. I think you'd look hot as hell bent over with three sexy poz guys taking turns on that hot ass of yours. We don't look sick, do we?" Joe asked. Before Bradley could answer, Kyle said "Careful? How? By hitting on guys in a hot tub that all advertise their status? Ya know, there's lots of guys out there that don't even know they're poz and they keep on fuckin around, passin their bug along to unsuspecting bottoms like you." Ric moved closer to Bradley, rubbing his fingers over the furry chest and his hard nips. His hand dropped into the water and squeezed the large bulge in Bradley's trunks. He leaned in and said "There's no guarantees. Some guys get it with one fuck, some need lots more. The risk, though, makes for some really hot sex." Joe moved in next and was standing on the other side of Bradley, his hand softly stroking Bradley's back. "When you came over to the hot tub you were hoping to get fucked by all three of us, weren't you?" Joe asked. "Uh... I was hoping for maybe one... I never expect more than that" Bradley replied. "A hot stud like you? I'd think you'd have no problem finding dick" Kyle said, now standing in front of Bradley. "Too many fuckin' bottoms around. I figured my chances of finding a top were better with three of you" Bradley said, almost forgetting about the HIV issue until he looked up and saw Kyle standing there with the tattoo just above his straining swim trunks. "You hit the jackpot, Bradley. All three of us are versatile. We love to top just as much as bottom. You ever have three guys use you at the same time?" Joe asked. "Fuck... Uh... only in my dreams. Most I had was two and they were one after the other" Bradley replied. "Just say yes and we can give you an afternoon you'll remember" Ric said, pinching Bradley's left nipple. Kyle smiled and he could see Bradley struggle between the desire to get fucked by three guys at once and the consequences. They stood there another minute with nothing more being said and Bradley looking stunned. First, Kyle backed away and a few moments later, Joe did the same, going back to his spot on the other side of the tub. Ric stayed next to Bradley another half minute and then he too, moved back to his old spot after rubbing Bradley's chest one more time. "I'm out of beer. Guess it's time to head back. Nice to meet you Bradley. Good luck finding some neg dick" Kyle said, winking over at Joe and then Ric. Ric got out of the hot tub first and started drying off, Kyle did the same a few seconds later. "Apartment 237. Give me five minutes before you come up. I don't want anyone to know we're hooking up if they saw the tats" Bradley said before climbing out of the hot tub. Joe chuckled and watched Bradley towel off and grab his water bottle and sunscreen. They waited a few minutes after Bradley got inside he building and then collected their stuff. They dumped the empty beer cans into the trash before following Joe out of the pool area. Joe even led them towards a different door than Bradley used before climbing the stairs to the second floor in search of number 237. The door was ajar when they got there and Kyle tapped before walking in. Bradley stood there, staring back at them, visibly nervous. Soon he was surrounded by three horny guys, all pawing at his body. Seconds later Bradley's trunks were on the floor and a few seconds after that it was joined by three more swimsuits. Two hands pushed on each of his shoulders and Bradley was on his knees, staring at three quickly hardening cocks. He was no stranger being in this position and started working from side to side, sucking each of the cocks in front of him. Thirty minutes of oral stimulation had Joe ready to get a closer look at Bradley's ass. A few whispers and Bradley was on all fours, Ric was on his knees with Bradley sucking his cock while Ric sucked Kyle. Joe was licking the chlorine and sweat off of Bradley's ass. The longer his tongue worked over the furry ass, the more relaxed Bradley got. A few minutes later, the sounds coming from Bradley almost sounded like purring. Ric had one hand resting on Bradley's head and the other on Kyle's bare ass. Joe worked some spit into Bradley's hole with his finger, adding a few gobs more until he decided it was ready for some cock. Ric saw Joe line his rigid shaft up and held tighter on Bradley's head. A loud moan came out of Bradley, around Ric's cock, as Joe pushed inside. With a final tug on his hips, Joe's bare cock was fully planted inside. Joe was surprised how easily Bradley took his whole cock and was plowing in and out seconds later. As Joe's thrusts got harder, Ric's cock got pushed into Bradley's throat. Ric felt Bradley gag slightly the first few times and then his cock pushed in deeper as he relaxed more. A few minutes later, Kyle pulled away, whispering "Getting too close." Joe's thrusts started to get slower and he looked up at Kyle, winking. Kyle smiled back, knowing that he should get ready to take Joe's place soon. Soon was only four thrusts later, when Joe groaned as his cock pumped a half dozen shots of viral cum into Bradley's ass. Ric felt Bradley freeze the moment Joe drove in the last time and knew that he'd gotten his first toxic load. Kyle slid easily into the cummy hole and Joe came back over Ric's waiting mouth. He licked over the still hard shaft, tasting Joe's seed and Bradley's ass. When most of the coating was gone, Ric swallowed Joe's shaft. Kyle knew he was close when he entered Bradley and the thrusts from his pierced cock didn't help. He started with hard thrusts and was soon pounding the sloppy hole, the PA tugging with each stroke and the ladder of barbell piercings sending rippling waves of pleasure through his body. Bradley started to get into it and began rocking his body back on to Kyle's cock and then forward onto Ric's. After several minutes, Kyle reached his limit and plowed in, burying his shaft into Bradley's hole and started to cum. He grunted a few times as his seed mixed with Joe's inside Bradley's unprotected gut. Ric smiled as he watched Kyle breed the neg hole and slowly pulled his cock from Bradley's mouth. He waited a moment for Kyle to pull out and then pushed his cock into the very slick hole. Even with the two other guys opening up Bradley's ass, Ric stretched him even further. Bradley groaned as Ric drove his cock slowly into the tight sleeve. Once he was half way in, he started to pull back. Shoving back in, Ric started with shorter strokes, enjoying the cum filled hole and firm pressure on his shaft. Just like Kyle, the oral stimulation had gotten him close when he started fucking. He had decided not to get real rough with Bradley, trying to extend the fuck as long as possible, but the sounds coming out of Bradley's mouth showed he was really feeling Ric's shaft. The strokes got longer after a few more minutes and Ric gripped the bottom's hips to start plowing a little harder. Ric tried a few tricks to prolong the fuck, but fifteen minutes after he had entered Bradley, his cock was starting to throb and he knew he couldn't wait much longer. Ric's cock showered Bradley's colon with his load, adding to the viral pool already inside him. "Oh fuck!" Bradley screamed out, shooting his own load all over the floor. The spasms from his hole milked a few more spurts from Ric's cock. Once both of their orgasms had ended and they had rested a moment, Ric pulled his cock free and watched the hole slowly close up. "I'm gonna be feelin' this for a few days. I've never felt so sore or full of cum in my life" Bradley said, laying flat on his stomach on the floor. Kyle looked down and saw the puddle of pink cum on the floor, staining the cream colored rug and knew that their piercings had torn him up pretty good. Joe chuckled and said "That was a lot of fun. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Let us know if you want a repeat some time" before pulling his trunks back on. With Kyle and Ric also dressed, the three walked out of the apartment, grinning.

I answered yes. I brought him to Jake’s Pozzed While Cruising 10 I reluctantly let his huge brown cock slip from my mouth, but I was sure I was going to have it my ass soon. I told him I know of a place as long as he did not mind a few extra guys. He did not. So the three of us made our way to Jake’s apartment which was just a short walk across campus. We got to Jake’s apartment and there was no mistaking what was happening on the other side of the door. We could hears moans and cries of “no” and “stop”, but followed up by “more” and “deeper:. I could see Josh getting nervous and our newest addition which we never asked his name. We both were too slutty to do that. We were more interested in sucking his cock and taking it up the ass than asking his name. I knocked on the door and heard Jake yell, “in a minute” followed by “it’s gotta be Joey and the QB.” He flung open the door, stark naked with his oversized hard cock waving in front of him like a jousting lance with his roommates behind him breeding two hot twinks. I wondered if they knew what they were getting into when they agreed to come to JAkes’s apartment. Jake invited us in and asked who the new guy was. I got embarrassed and shrugged my shoulders, I said, “we sucked his huge cock, but forgot to ask his name.” Jake just laughed as he called Josh and I a couple of sluts and then ordered us to get naked, our knees and start sucking. Our latin swordsman, introduced himself as Sergio and shed his clothes as well. We did not have to be told twice. I shucked my shoes and clothes into the corner and Josh piled his on top of mine. I immediately swallowed as much of Sergio as I could. While Josh picked up on Jake where they left off in the bathroom. The room was filled with sounds of fucking and sucking the moans from the twinks were so erotic. As Paul and Dan, Jake’s roommates, planted their tainted seed deep in the bowels of each of the twink bottoms. Dan slipped buttplug into his twinks well fucked ass saying, “we need to keep those 2 gifted loads in your cunt to make you pregnant”. He then ordered him to move over and eat Sergio’s ass. Sergio pushed him away saying he was a top and did not do ass play, but Jake and Dan were insistent that Sergio would love it and soon I could tell that he was. It felt like his cock thicker, a bit longer and a whole lot harder in my mouth as the twink ate and tongued Sergio’s ass. Sergio soon dumped a massive load in my mouth, and Jake urged me to share with Josh. I leaned over and Josh open his mouth and with every eye in the room on us. I dribbled Sergio’s hot load from my mouth to Josh and swished it around his mouth and fed it back to me. I swallowed it. Paul fucked his hot load into his twink and repeated the same process of inserting a butplug and ordered him to rim Jake, but by this time Jake had Josh on his back on the coffee table and squeezing his bare cock into the QB. Josh was not protesting. Jake pushed in a little and then back out. I told Jake that he took a huge bbc the night before. So no need to be gentle. Jake was not! So the twink was told to come over to me and eat my ass and get it ready for the next fucking. Sergio barely got soft when he pulled the twinkie bottom around and forced his massive cock down his throat. Ordering him to get his massive cock hard as he was going to fuck a whole lot of ass tonight. Jake just looked at me and winked. As he continued his effort to poz the QB. As the twink ate my ass. I wondered where all this was going to lead. I knew I had to be Ty into this group what was Jake’s plan to poz him? Was it possible for me or Josh to poz someone from the bottom. I guess I would soon find out as Sergio face fucked one of the twinks while he eyed the twink that was fingering and eating my hole. More to Cum Thanks for the great feedback Always looking for hot chat, phone or a possible meet up Joey

Hadn't really given it much thought before now, but no, I wouldn't say my standards have changed, just my willingness to put myself in fuckable situations. I've always had a thing for older men and that's still true (even though I'm tipping over into being 'older man' myself) but that's never been exclusive, from the beginning my feeling has been that a cock is a cock, and the only thing that really makes me not want to take one is if the guy makes me feel physically unsafe (which thankfully hasn't ever been an issue, the places I cruise in are pretty decent). I used to at least have a five minute chat before offering myself, but that was never standards, just nerves - I wanted anonymous loads in darkrooms and similar venues (which I guess means my only standard was 'the venue let the guy through the front door'), all that's changed is now I've put my worries to one side enough to go through with it.

** mouth watering ..

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_myHZGPvAgTaP Don't know if I could take a dick that big, but would be fun to try!

Got up this morning at 10-ish and popped on to Grindr while I was brewing the coffee, since it's a weekend and many of the guys in the area seem to be more likely to be looking. Got hit up almost immediately by a cute cubbish type with whom I'd chatted before at a time I wasn't free. Well, he was hosting till 12, and wanted to know how early I could get there (I think his mom was probably expected back from church, but he didn't say). I said 11:15 and he pushed for earlier, so I said I'd try. Popped a half a Cialis, attempted a quick clean out (in the dark because the light bulb in the bathroom decided to burn out), put the coffee in a travel mug and launched... leaving behind said coffee, the lube, the cock ring, and the poppers. Thought, "Oh, well, it's a first meeting, I'll just see how it goes." 20 minutes later I pulled into his (rather rustic) drive and he was standing there in his shorts (it's actually warm today for early March, but was still only about 45 F at that point. He said the house was really messy (not that I cared) but we could do it outside if I bent him over in the back of the station wagon. Heck, yes! Outdoor fucking on a lovely spring day - sign me up! So I bent him over and rimmed him a bit - his first time ever! Then started in to fuck him, but he complained about pain - his fattest dick ever! So we played some more and I fingered him full of baby oil (fortunately he had some) and tried again. No problemo - eased it in and then filled him up. Before long he was begging "daddy" to pound him and fill him up. Oh yeah!! I stretched it out a bit (not super long, since we were on the clock) and then sank it in to the hilt and held it there while I pumped him full of daddy seed. He was on cloud 9... I sucked him off afterward, and played with his balls and fingered him until he came. He's definitely down for a repeat, and said something about wanting to get more sex now that he's adult... and that he will turn 20 in the fall. Right. I thought I was cradle robbing when I had a few playmates half my age, but I guess I was wrong. Because this summer, my numerical age will be three times his. 😯😈

Hey guys I wanted to make sure I got this next chapter up quick after the wait lately. Thanks for your patience! This chapter sets up what I have planned in my head for the rest of the story. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 9 Dad's smile had that look like he was up to something. RIght now I didnt care about what happened next. "Do you mind if we just stay like this for a minute dad?" I was still panting a little from the intensity of my most intense orgasm ever and I just wanted to be close to this man who just took my virginity. This man I had just realized I was in love with. Dad. "Of course son" he smiled. "We are gonna need to move eventually for these guys." I turned to them and saw they were still watching us intently and stroking their hard cocks. "Wow." Maybe it was that coming down to earth feeling you have after you cum but it only hit me then how big their cocks were and that there were three of them. Were they the "more" that dad was asking about? I looked back up at dad who was still pressed on top of me and inside me. I think he could tell I was feeling some hesitation. "It's ok Coop. You trust me right?" "I do dad." "I'm going to be right with you as long as you want. I won't let anything happen to you that you dont want to happen. You just give me the signal. And you guys understand right?" The other guys grunted their yesses and then dad said to me in more of a whisper "I'm never gonna let anyone hurt you Coop. I love you son. Youre safe with me ok?" I nodded. Grant cleared his throat and that took me out of the moment between me and dad. He was trying to get our attention and it worked. "How would you guys feel about moving this to my room? Might be more fun there" He smirked the same smirk dad had before. Something mischievous. He turned to Luke and Dominic. "You guys up for it?" Without saying anything they began to move and gather themselves releasing their cocks and trying to cover them with their small towels. "We'll go ahead and wait for you two. Looks like you might want a few minutes of privacy." He winked at dad at that. "We won't be long" dad said. I had no idea what was going on. Luke opened the door and the three men walked out, Grant last who closed the door behind him. Dad turned his full attention back to me. "You ok Coop?" "Yeah dad. I think so. What is going to happen in the other room?" "Im not completely sure but I have some ideas. I promise you I wont let you get hurt and if youre not up for anything I think we can trust those guys to respect our boundaries." "Boundaries? They just watched you take your sons virginity dad." I wasnt really trying to be funny but we both chuckled at that before dad got a little more serious. "I just want this night to be about fun and pleasure for you Coop. You mean everything to me and Im so happy that i could be part of this night." "You're more than just a part. Youre still inside me dad." I was trying to be funny then but hearing that made his cock flex and it made that tingling rush of electricity run through me and I gasped at that feeling that I wanted to keep in a bottle so I could have it whenever I wanted. "You know what I mean Coop. Youre everything to me and I know some people really have problems with what we just did but..." I cut him off. "Dad I get it. I'm so happy that you were my first and that you were here tonight. It was the hottest thing ill ever do in my life probably and I wouldnt change a thing." We had never talked like this to each other. We had been getting closer, for sure, but this felt like we had jumped a few levels to get here. The talk, as purely loving as it was, did get both of us hard again. Dad hadnt fully lost his hard on inside me but I could feel it beginning to stretch me just a little further out. That made me even harder and I could tell dad could feel it stiffening against his abs. "You ready to get up and see what fun is happening in Grant's room?" "Yeah dad. But can we maybe shower or rinse off first or something?" "Sure Coop.Im gonna get up and slowly pull out and then we can hit the showers." Dad lifted his weight off me and then I could feel him slowly pull his cock out of my hole, emptying me inch by inch. Finally he was all the way out and my first feeling was that I needed for it to be filled again. Was this the stuff from the pipe that made me feel that way or was I just always going to need the sensation of hard raw cock deep inside me? That wasnt something I needed to figure out now but I knew that tonight I would be getting fucked again. I needed it. As dad stood up off the bed he reached for the pipe and torch. "I cant take this out of the room with us so you up for us finishing whats left in here before we go?" "Yeah. Its fun and its fun doing it with you dad." His eyes widened and I almost thought I could see the twisted thoughts gathering in his mind. He lit the pipe and took the first hit. We passed back and forth more times than I expected. Finally dad looked into the pipe and said, "Think theres probably one more good hit left. Im gonna take it and then blow it into your mouth ok?" I didnt really understand what he meant. Was this like the way mother birds feed their young? He took the hit and then moved closer to me. Like magnets our mouths moved towards each other. I wanted to make out with dad again so bad but then he blew the smoke into my mouth and I realized what he was doing. I passed it back to him too but then we did end up in a standing passionate make out embrace both high again like we had been before. We pressed our cocks together. They were both almost fully hard again. "You feeling good Coop?" "Yeah dad." The tingling through my body from the hits made me aware of how horny I was. Or did the hits make me horny? I didnt know but it didnt matter. We would be taking care of it soon. "Dont forget Coop. We're here for pleasure right?" I nodded. "So if anything doesnt feel good or you dont think its gonna turn into something good, just give me the signal and I'll get us out ok?" "Ok." This was the dad that I knew before tonight. The one who was serious about taking care of me when we were together. We didnt know each other super well before this summer but he always treated me like precious cargo. Tonight was just the same. This time leaving the room, we brought our towels but I took dads lead and just threw it over my shoulder. He locked the door behind him and I followed him through the maze of halls to the shower area which was like a gym shower with a bunch of shower nozzles but no curtains or walls to create separate stalls. There were two guys showering next to each other when we got there. They were talking and friendly but in the way that guys usually do at the gym. They were facing the wall and I didnt get a real look at them but they did have good bodies. We walked in and used the showers on the opposite wall from the two guys and I immediately started to wash the sweat and the cum and the smell of sex off me. Dad and I both had our backs turned to the two guys and under the shower I couldnt hear what they were talking about. I finally did turn around and when I did I noticed that they were facing us and werent talking anymore. Dad had already turned around and now all four of us got to look at each other and pretty quickly I saw that look of recognition on both their faces seeing me and looking back at dad. The two guys looked like they were a little older than dad and their cocks looked half hard. "Anybody tell you two that you look a lot alike?" one of them said. "Yeah we get that a lot. This is actually my son. This is his first time." Dads confirmation had an effect on both of their cocks. They both looked to me. "First time? For...?" "Pretty much everything." Im glad dad answered. I wasnt sure what to say and what to leave out. "Welcome son" There was something weird about being here and having a different guy call me son. I didnt know what to do with it but I felt a shiver hearing that word that ended in my cock and my hole. "Youre lucky to have a dad who will do this for you. I hope you can appreciate that." "I do." I looked over at dad and when our eyes met I felt that combination wave of love and lust for the man. My cock was definitely getting back whatever stiffness it had lost since we left the room. I could see dads cock hardening too. "Oh damn. This is more interesting than we thought." I had given us away to these two guys and for the first time I became really aware of the world that was outside of the way my relationship with dad had changed for good. In the room even with the other three guys it felt like I was living out a fantasy I never even had and now things were different and we would have to figure out who could know and who couldnt. And as that awareness arose I was still just as horny for dad than ever and I knew there was more waiting for us in Grants room. That anticipation and a little bit of embarrassment at my hard cock for dad in front of these two guys got me to turn the shower off and walk over to where we left the towels and room key. This time dad followed me and we dried off while we were still in the room. "Are you two done for the night or cleaning off before your next adventure?" Dad got bold hearing that question and threw the towel back over his shoulder and grabbed his hard cock and then mine. I was shocked for a moment but alao felt that electricity that I would feel everytime dad ever touched me. "What do you think?" dad said and then laughed. I finished toweling off and so did dad meaning he had to let go of my cock which only hardened more in his grip. "Ready Coop?" "Yeah dad." "See you men later" my dad said turning back to the two guys. "I hope so" one of them said. We went back out into the halls and for the next few minutes roamed blindly after we realized Grant never gave us his room number. But we got lucky after not too long and looked into an open room door that turned out to be his. This was a much nicer and bigger room than dads. It had a tv on the wall that the three men were watching while they all stroked their cocks. They were sitting in a row on a bed that definitely looked bigger than the one in dads room since it could fit three big men side by side with their legs at least a little spread. It was a really hot scene to see. When we crossed the doorway and into the room they all turned their attention to us. "Sorry we made you guys wait. Coop wanted to shower off first." I was so focused on the three guys on the bed that it took a minute to notice that next to the tv was a sling. I had seen it in porn before but never in person. We couldnt see what was playing on the tv from the doorway but now that we were in the room I could see it was a group scene in a hotel room. While I became transfixed on the tv, dad said to the guys, "I also didnt think it would be a good idea for me to bring the pipe around outside the room." "Dont worry abiout that. I have some stuff that will help." He paused long enough that I looked in his direction in case something went wrong that the tv had distracted me from. But he looked like he either wasnt sure what to say next or how to say what he was thinking. Finally, he turned to dad and asked, "Paul, how do you think your son here would like a slam?"

All the people here urging you to keep taking it bare and taking loads (with no mention of PrEP) are giving reprehensible advice. It's fine if you want to BB. It's fine if you want to run the risk of HIV by going without PrEP. But absent a clear understanding with your girlfriend that she's okay with that risk too - one she understands because you've explained to her exactly what you do - it's no longer fine once she's in the picture. I assume - without knowing for certain - that she doesn't know you're bi, she doesn't know you bb, and she doesn't know you're a bottom taking loads. If I'm wrong on all of those, that's one thing. But if I'm right - on any of the three - the honorable choices are to tell her, to dump her, or to quit putting her at risk. The last is an option you almost certainly won't choose, so it's really between the first two.

Chapter 1 A couple weeks ago the kid got his first taste of being a whore and what it was like being a parTy pig. He felt bad for a couple days but after that youth took over and he wanted to play again. He contacted me and asked when the next party would be. I told him that we usually got together once a month or so. Work and schedules are sometimes had to get together.. I asked him if he saw the pics and vids of his first time being an out of control slut. He said that he had seen them. Part of it he couldn’t remember but what parts he did was great and that he wanted to do more the net time. He said a couple guys that were at the party stopped at his place and one bent him over the arm of his couch and dry fucked him. He said it hurt but it kinda felt good at the same time. I asked him when this was and he said it was on Wednesday after the party. I told him his ass was probably still sore from the action of the prior weekend. He said the second guy used the Cum of the first guy as lube so it didn’t hurt any. He said that cum was dripping down his legs after they were done with him. I asked him if they gave him anything to help and he didn’t think so. I asked him ow they got a hold of him and he said the somehow had his email address. I told him I had given them it He was disappointed that the next party would be a while off. I asked him what he would like to try next time, what he remembered from the first time he liked. He said he liked it all and that Frank was great. He remembered all the nasty talk he was saying and how great it felt. He said he wasn[A1] ’t expecting anything like the slam. He said all he remembered is that all of a sudden he wanted his ass to take a bull sized cock. He said he wanted more and also wanted to try the sling next time. I told him that after a while we didn’t have him restrained much, just enough to keep him from slipping off the pads. If he got into the sling he would probably be hog tied in a way that anything the guys wanted to do to him would happen. He said “ That sounds great “. I reminded him what happened the last time and he said his insides are aching to get everything again. He also said that there was a strange craving for the wild sex again He asked me about the marks on this butt and how long they would take to wash off. I told him probably a couple weeks. I wasn’t really sure. He said he was with his girl friend and had the lights off when they got in bed. He said he never fucked so long and came so much. She was amazed. I asked if he was bareback and he said she is on the pill so we don’t worry about it. He said he wanted to put it up her bubble butt but she would not let him. I told him “ That is why so many married guys are bi or gay. Wives don’t want sex and rarely give up the back door”. I asked him if he looked at the marks on his ass and he said in the mirror and he said it was difficult to see it. Texted him a pic I had on my phone. He looked at it. For a minute he was quiet. I asked him if he was still on the call and he said yes. He said “ I had a lot up my ass”. I said “ Yes you did . Do you see the marks on both sides”? He was a bit quiet and said “ Yes “ . I asked him to count the numbers under each side. “ He said 3 under a NEG side and 11 under the POZ side “. I asked him if he remembered telling me he wanted to get knocked up like the stories, he said “ Yes “. He was very quiet about his answers. I asked him if he remembered all the times I asked him if he wanted to stop? He again said “ YES”. I think the realization of what all went on was hitting him. He said it was so much fun he was still craving more. I told him that the bath houses in the next town were a fun place to go if he wanted to try again. I told him to think it over and let me know.

I love "Just the tip" stories. They always end the same.

Nico heard the door knob jiggle and the front door swing open. He's home, he thought. Jumping onto the bed, Nico was almost entirely naked except for the bright orange, knee-high socks he was wearing. He positioned himself on all fours with his hole facing the bedroom door. "Babe?," Omar called from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom," Nico replied. Nico heard Omar set his keys down and walk toward the bedroom. "You slut," Omar laughed. "Care for a ride, stranger?", Nico retorted as he wagged his ass back and forth a few times. And what a perfect ass it was. On their first date, Omar had joked about Nico's ass "defying gravity." Nico then heard Omar walk into the room and unzip his pants. "How was work?" Nico asked as he arched his back, revealing the muscular dimples where his spine met his pelvis and all but advertising that he wasn't actually listening for an answer. Omar, ignoring Nico's question, placed one hand on Nico's ass. "Such a fucking hot dancer's butt you got, boy," Omar admired as he ran his left hand around the gorgeous muscular spheres, making swooping figure-eights on Nico's plump fuck cushions. "It's going to be nice watching this hot ass catch the attention of all your friend's dads at graduation." Omar loved parading his young, hot boyfriend in front of other thirsty men. Nico could hear Omar reaching into his underwear to fondle his meaty dick. "Mmmmm, is daddy getting his thick cock ready to plow open some twink hole?," Nico purred. The age gap between Nico and Omar was always a huge turn-on for them both, with Nico's 18-year-old boyishness making Omar's 36-year-old manliness stand out all the more whenever the two were out in public together. Omar, again ignoring Nico's question, landed a swift strike to Nico's butt cheek with an open palm, letting out a crisp snap. "Fuck!" Nico responded, almost whispering -- quieter than seemed proportionate with the striking his jock ass had just received. "No more questions, slut," Omar muttered as he began pressing his raw mushroom head into Nico's supple, pink hole. Omar had been calling Nico a slut since the first time Omar stuck his bare cock in his sexy little twink boy on their first date. Omar knew he'd found his new boyfriend the second Nico led him into that bathroom stall at the restaurant where they first met and let Omar stuff him full of man-seed before dessert had even been served. Not only that, Nico had never even so much as broached the subject of condoms with Omar before guiding Omar's girthy, engorged cock into his young rectum and absorbing Omar's throbbing fuckstick into him with ease. "What a fucking slut," Omar remembers muttering after unloading that first thick ropey load of DNA is this sexually precocious high school senior. It was a huge turn on for Omar that Nico hadn't even so much as asked about STDs. The little slut had no idea what kind of load he was taking and didn't seem to care. "Jesus Christ, daddy, pork me all ready," Nico entreatied as his craving for Omar's raw cock hijacked Nico's patience. Still dutifully on all fours, Nico arched his back again revealing the sculpted, lean musculature of his lower back. Omar spat on his cockhead and swirled his dick around Nico's fresh, pink hole before thrusting his pelvis forward and plunging his cock into Nico's not-quite-ready-for-it rectum. "Ow, fuck! Daddy, that hurt!" Nico let out. Omar felt his loins burn with desire at hearing his boy toy cry out in pain from an unnecessarily forceful penetration. Omar had his raw, barely lubed cock already pressing at the entrance to Nico's second hole. Nico winced with pain. "You want me to stop, baby boy?," Omar asked tenderly. "Maybe just for a second, daddy," Nico replied. "Of course, slut," Omar replied while starting to slowly pull his raw dick out. Just as his cock head was beginning to crest at the lip of Nico's hole, Omar reversed course and slammed his raw dick right back into the twink's hole without warning. "God, fuck!" Nico let out, wincing. "Tell me you want me to stop, slut," Omar barked dryly as he relished Nico's warm, tight hole. "Omar, please stop," Nico said, dropping the nicknames and taking on a more serious tone. Omar knew Nico wasn't just playing, but Omar's cock was not leaving that boy's hole. Omar slowed his thrusts but never stopped his slow-fucking. "Omar, come on," Nico insisted. Omar's thrusts picked up pace as he began plunging his shaft faster and faster into Nico. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered. His tender hole was starting to burn from the lack of lubrication. Nico tried pulling his hips forward to get Omar's cock out of him, but as soon as Omar felt Nico trying to wiggle free, he grabbed Nico's hips and pulled the twink forcefully back onto his rock-hard cock. Nico cried out again. "Fucking take that dick, boy," Omar grunted, adding, "It's not my fault you made me do this to you." Nico gave up resisting and resigned himself to being fucked against his will knowing that Omar could not resist fucking Nico's brains out once he had his raw cock inside the twink. Nico relaxed his hole, hoping that would provide some relief from the pain of his boyfriend's raw cock tearing him open. "Apologize to me for making me do this to you, fucking slut," Omar said with a hint of disdain. "I'm sorry," Nico obliged. "You're what, you little whore?" "I'm sorry for making you do this to me, daddy." "That's right slut." Omar's cock thrusts were picking up pace, as he took advantage of his warm flesh-sleeve of a boyfriend. Omar reached around and clasped his enormous hands around Nico's throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Nico felt his airway closing under the force of Omar's grip. Omar was not piston fucking Nico at full speed. Omar's grip got tighter. It was getting to be almost impossible for Nico to breath. Nico started seeing stars. "Oh fuck yeah, slut," Omar uttered hungrily. "I'm going to fuckin choke you out while I rape you, you dumb fucking slut." Omar started grunting as he felt his balls swelling in anticipation. Omar's cock shot out a thick wad of sperm into Nico's now-compliant hole. Nico felt Omar's cock twitch inside him as he unloaded inside Nico. "Fucking whore," Omar said as he dismounted, finally releasing Nico's neck. Nico fell to the bed gulping air back into his lungs as Omar's cum sloshed around inside him. Nico gathered himself back up. "Daddy?" He said raspily, sounding upset. "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry, daddy."

After 18 months, my company finally decided to bring people back to the office. I had been working from home since lockdown began in mid-March 2020, and for that entire time my work apparel consisted of shorts and a polo in summer, jeans and a polo in winter. So when they announced we were coming back to the office, I took a look in my closet and realized I needed to do some shopping! I hate crowds so rather than going on a Saturday, I waited and hit the mall on Sunday morning just as the stores opened. The mall was nearly deserted, with only a few elderly mall walkers and some store workers opening for the day. I found my go-to men's store and walked in. Like the mall, it was empty. A sole clerk stood behind the counter. He was about my age, about 5'9" with a slender build. For reference, I'm 6'2" and over 300 pounds. "Good morning," I greeted him. He looked up from the shirt he was folding on the counter, and as we locked eyes I felt a spark. There was nothing particularly special about him that I could discern. He was an average looking guy, clean-shaven with wavy brown hair, clearly dressed in clothes from the store. He grinned. "Good morning," he responded. "What can I help you with?" I explained why I was there and he pointed me to the back of the store, where they kept the racks of dress pants and dress shirts. He stayed behind the counter, which I appreciated. I hate clingy salespeople. After about 15 minutes I had amassed a pile of pants and shirts that I wanted to try on. I called the clerk over to unlock a dressing room for me. He reached under the counter and grabbed the key, then started toward me. As soon as he stepped from behind the counter, I saw it: a huge bulge in the front of his pants. My dick instantly began leaking as I mentally pictured the big, thick cock that looked like it was about to burst through the seams. He caught me staring before I could avert my gaze. "You like?" he said, a twinkle in his eye as he walked past me and down the hallway where the dressing rooms were located. Caught off-guard, all I could stammer was "Y-y-yes." Without a word he unlocked the very last dressing room. It had a handicap symbol on it, which meant it was larger than the typical room. "Be right back," he said with a smile, and walked past me toward the front of the store. As he did, he let his hand caress my ass. At the front of the store he pulled out a sign with a picture of a clock and moveable hands. At the top, it read "Back soon!" He adjusted the time on the clock to show 11:45 - half an hour from now - then pulled down the gate and attached the sign to it. Walking back toward me, he grinned. "I'm here by myself, gotta keep anyone from bothering us." Then he walked past me to the open dressing room. Standing just outside the door, he turned to face me and slowly unzipped his pants. He lowered them slowly, teasing me, until his enormous cock sprang free with such force that it made an audible sound as it smacked his stomach. I wasted no time. I dropped the clothes I had been holding and in one fluid motion I was on my knees, my hands grasping that beautiful cock. It was ten inches long at least, and impossibly thick. It took both hands for me to be able to completely encircle its girth. Greedily, I sucked at the tip, then took it in my mouth. My tongue danced around it as I worked as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could, but it was a struggle. He sighed with pleasure and placed his hands on the back of my head, urging me to take it deeper. Finally I could go no further. He must have recognized this, because he pulled me to my feet. "Strip," he said, forcefully. I did as I was told, and in seconds stood before him naked. he took his time, running his hands all over my body, into the crack of my ass. He stuck a finger in my mouth and I sucked greedily on it. Then he reached behind me and I felt that same, spit-lubed finger enter my hungry hole. Instantly, I felt the familiar ache. I needed it to be his cock, and now. "I want you to fuck me," I hissed. "Now." He grinned. "Good thing I'm prepared!" He stepped into the open dressing room and from under the bench, he withdrew a bottle of lube and a little brown bottle. He handed the brown bottle to me. "There's something you need to know before we go any further," he said, and lifted his shirt. There, just above his pubic mound and below his belly button was a biohazard tattoo. "I'm poz, and I'm not on meds," he stated flatly. I was taken aback. I heard my breath stop as it caught in my throat. A shiver ran down my spine and I could feel beads of sweat break out on my forehead. But surprisingly, I was not turned off as I had always imagined I would be. I wasn't disgusted or afraid in any way. In fact, I felt a wave of horniness wash over me and my cock began leaking precum incessantly. He was studying my face for my reaction. I suspect I surprised him too as I lifted the brown bottle to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Fuck my ass." It was almost an order. That was all the prompting he needed. He spun me around and guided me into the dressing room. "Get on your knees facing the bench," he said, and I complied. I knelt on the floor with my elbows on the bench, watching in the mirror as he squirted a generous amount of lube into his hand. He slathered my hole, sticking two fingers as deep inside me as they would go, and I heard some drip onto the carpet beneath me. Then another squirt that he rubbed all over his raw, poz cock. I was breathless with anticipation as I realized he would soon be stretching my hole with that beautiful thing. He crouched behind me and I could feel the head of his cock sliding up and down my crack. I got a brief twinge of pleasure each time it caressed my hole. Then gently, he began to enter me. As I took multiple hits from the brown bottle my hole opened hungrily to accept him, stretching to accommodate his girth. I felt him slide into my ass, a single smooth motion until he was balls-deep. I felt the electricity as he hit my prostate. The precum was gushing from my cock, forming a pool beneath me that eventually merged with the drops of lube. I had never been that full, and it felt amazing! He began to work in and out, lengthening his strokes a little at a time until he grabbed my hips and plunged in and out, working my hole to its maximum. With each thrust he almost pulled all the way out before ramming balls-deep again, each time hitting my prostate perfectly. Before long I felt my own cum pulsing out onto the floor. Soon his breathing quickened and I knew he was close. "Where do you want my poz cum?" he asked. "Inside me," I responded. For a moment it felt as though I had left my body and was watching in disbelief as I said those words. "Fucking poz me!" "With pleasure," he grunted. He plunged his cock as deep into me as he could and I felt the telltale pulses as he unleashed his load. I came again as his pulses subsided. Slowly he withdrew and stood. I could see in the mirror that his cock and balls were a mess of cum and lube that had a pinkish hue to it. Had he made me bleed? Of course he had. But I didn't care. I spun around and expertly cleaned every drop off his shaft and balls, savoring the taste as I did. At last it was time to get dressed. He invited me to stay and try on the clothes I had selected, but I was exhausted from our escapade and starting to feel just a little freaked out by what we had done. I finished dressing and headed out of the store. I walked out of the mall and quickly got in my car. I drove straight home to shower and douched as best I could. Part of me was incredulous and scared that I had taken a poz load, but a bigger part of me was more turned on than I had ever been before. I jerked off twice more that afternoon. The next day I decided to go back to the mall. Approaching the store, I could see the same clerk working inside. He looked up and grinned as I entered. "I saved those clothes for you," he said. "You alone?" I asked him. "Yup." "Fuck me again." His eyes widened in surprise but without another word, he grabbed the "Back soon!" sign and headed for the store entrance. I walked back to the dressing room and stripped, anxious to get another fix of his huge cock and poz load.

Nope, straight guys dont know the first thing about douching and university ones have the shittiest diets (pun intended). But even if mud is inevitable, it's still fucking hot. Love love love straight man ass. I'll eat it out all day every day no hesitation. But then again, I'm a pig and not really huge stickler for requiring my bottoms to douche. Bred my Alberta farmboy fuckbud twice Saturday night and once Sunday morning completely natural. Was awesome, minimal mess and the spontaneity of it was awesome

You’ve done it again! Great story! Thanks!

I can second Sex Tracker by Nice, it’s pretty much made for this

As a top I want you on your back legs back as my cockhead probes and finds purchase...then enters.Like looking into a man's eyes as I cum in him too.

Duck a straight guy? Maybe in desperation. Otherwise, why I he hell would I want to?

Ive been blowing loads to your stories for a long time. Keep these chapters coming... and any other story Ideas you have!

a friend of mine came over to play last week. We know what we are getting together fore so I usually meet him at the door naked and ready. This time as I walked up the stairs to the bedroom he had his finger up my lubed hole. I must say I had trouble walking up the steps and down the hall. He guided me to the bed using my ass as a guiding spot. He pushed me flat on my stomach and kept stretching me open, he stopped long enough to take his cloths off. He climbed on me and started working his bare cock up my ass. He is average and as soon as he found my hole he pushed all the way in. Stretching my hole and forcing his way in me. He knows I love it. I squelled like a bitch in heat. He says that he loves fucking and working my ass, says it is great. He precums like a fountain so in no time I was a slippery mess between my cheeks and up my ass. He did stop long enough to pump a little pee in me then back to fucking. I was getting sloppy and of course loving it. He stopped for a bit and rolled me on my side and slid down and started sucking my cock. At the same time he ran three fingers up my ass. I was in heat heaven, I pulled my free leg up and he pushed his fingers to the hilt , then added a fourth finger. I didn't cum but I was edging close. He got up and pulls me to the end of the bed and immediately rammed his cock in my ass and proceeded to fuck me until he came. As much precum he pumps in me, he floods when he cums. He started stretching me more and using some of my toys on me. One of the is a plastic test tube shaped item. It is about 7" long but about the thickness as a beer can. It hurts going in but is really feeling great after it gets in After he was done I bent over the bed and started using a vidrator on my cock. I was having problems getting off as usual, he grabbed the tube and started pushing it up me, I expected it to hurt but it didn't and slid in me. I was going crazy between the vibrator on my cock and that thick tube stretching and filling me. I felt my ass lips gripping and sucking on the tube. This wss something I never felt my ass do and it was crazy. When I came my ass gripped down on the tube, he said he pulled on it and my ass was locked on it and when he did get it out a little my ass sucked it back in. After I finally came down from my climax I was very weak kneed and my cock and ass was sore but I left a nice puddle of cum under me. He said my hole was gaping. I wanted him to get some pics of it but didn't.

Totally agree. Hope Bradley gets several insurance doses before and during his fuck flu.

ZEUS Gabriel didn’t care for his nickname Zeus. Allowing himself to be referred to as a God, even a made-up one, was prideful. Andrew… he wouldn’t refer to his friend as Assmunch in his head… Andrew said you didn’t get to choose your nickname. Even calling Andrew that word offended his sense of propriety. But an ass was the name for a donkey, and it was in the Bible, so although it rubbed him the wrong way he could allow himself to use it because Andrew insisted. He could do it for Andrew. The justification still felt uncomfortable. Andrew had gone home for his father‘s funeral and was supposed to return on Monday morning. Gabriel wanted to tell Andrew he understood how he felt but it wasn’t the right time. Gabriel was just ten years old when his father had died. The old tractor had slipped gear when his father had gone to move a thick branch that had fallen from the old oak in the north field. Two of his older brothers had been walking the field and saw but they were too far away to stop it from happening. He’d been crushed under the huge rear wheel and they hadn’t gotten him to the hospital before his lungs filled with blood. Death on a farm was simply a fact of life and life was hard. You worked from before the sun came up to when it went down, you didn’t whine or complain, everyone pulled their weight and there wasn’t much time for softness and sympathy. All his eleven sisters and brothers did their part. Gabriel was the youngest boy, and he had one sister that was younger. His mother cried on the day his father was buried, and that was all because grief was self-indulgent. The fields still needed plowed, the cows fed and milked, their two horses, chickens, pigs and dogs needed caring for. The cats took care of themselves, plenty of mice and small game for them. Besides, the cats preferred to stick to themselves, barely acknowledging anyone who walked by. The cats also had a job, and they mostly did it well. It didn’t mean he didn’t miss his father, or wasn’t affected when he died. You just accepted it and moved on. Dwelling on what couldn’t be changed was not the Gunnerson way. Hard work was the Gunnerson way, you did your best, did the right thing, made no excuses, minded your business, devoted yourself to God, your family and community and left each day complete and unwasted. At ten, he’d struggled with his father’s death, but his brothers and mother had only allowed a short time for him to be sad before setting him straight. His family wasn’t cold or unemotional, they just accepted that there was a time and place for indulging your feelings. His brothers had actually taken the time individually to explain that it was okay to remember and miss their father, but neglecting the living was an insult to the memory of the dead. Honor your father by fulfilling your responsibilities and looking forward, not back. “Sleeper, do you think Andrew will be back for graduation?“ he asked. Sleeper was working on his dress uniform for graduation.Sergeant Walters said it didn’t matter what the weather was going to be, it was going to happen. They were about to get hammered with a system that was going to have winds up to 60 kph and dump up to four feet of snow, and it was coming tonight. “It doesn’t look like it Zeus but its just a ceremony. It doesn’t mean he won’t get his qualification. He took his test before he left, felt good about it.” Sleeper explained. Gabriel had already pressed, polished, shined, and covered his uniform then hung it in his locker. He’d still go over it again Monday night because he wouldn’t leave anything to chance. “Do you think we’ll see him again?” Sleeper froze holding a shoe in one hand and a polishing cloth in the other. “I hope so Zeus.” he replied softly. There was something about his best friend that brought out the best in him and he didn’t feel quite the same without him. No one knew what their next duty station would be and they wouldn’t find out until later this week when they got their orders officially. The entire Company had been hand selected from different Units for this special 6 month training in Germany at the NATO training base, but they weren’t told why, or what the Army intended to do with them, only that it would be valuable to further their careers if they accepted. They could all go to different Regiments, or all to one. There were 61 Infantry Regiments possible currently. Gabriel thought their performance during this training would dictate their next assignment. It would all depend on which area you excelled in. A couple of the guys had to repeat tests and qualification but since they were still here he assumed they managed basic standards. “But if we go to Ranger School we will, right?” Gabriel asked the beautiful man he knew he was falling for. Addison was more than just a good soldier, more than an exciting body with a gorgeous handsome face. Addison had a feeling to him that was warm and safe to Gabriel. He still hadn’t reconciled acting on his sexual feelings for Addison and they hadn’t repeated it mostly because Gabriel knew it was important that they don’t do anything that would cause eyebrows to raise. But Gabriel wanted to do it again, and more. At home, before the Army, Gabriel found it easy to steer his mind away from illicit thoughts of men. Even in the time before he came to Germany when he saw a fellow soldier he considered attractive he could dismiss it as simple recognition of physical qualities. But Sleeper was GOOD, all the way inside. Yes, Addison knew he was attractive, flaunted himself continuously and he was prideful. Andrew called him cocky and arrogant. Gabriel felt that wasn’t exactly true. Arrogance would mean Addison used his attractiveness against others to gain advantage, or alternatively considered himself above others who weren’t entitled to be his equal. Addison didn’t behave that way, ever, with anyone. He helped anyone who asked, treated the entire Company with kindness and respect and never said a bad word about a single person. There was a graciousness to him in all things. It was like Addison didn’t see people in that way. Even if someone messed up, he didn’t get angry at them, he made it clear he was angry about what they did, not them. If one of the guys insulted him, he just smiled because insults didn’t bother him. He was much like Gabriel in that way. Insults said everything about the person expressing them, and nothing about the person being insulted. That didn’t mean Addison put up with any garbage from the guys. It was another thing that pleased Gabriel about Addison. He seemed to know exactly the appropriate response and level to defuse a potentially heated situation while still establishing such behavior wasn’t going to be tolerated by him. Addison was just perfect. He had a nobility in everything he was. Perhaps it had something to do with his family. Addison had let slip to Andrew that his ancestors had come to America in the 1630’s to help with the spread of Catholic missions in what was now Florida. Sent by the King of Spain, Addison’s distant ancestor was a minor noble. Of course, it was a certain kind of exile because the real power was in Mexico where there was gold, silver and gems and the Church held sway over the natives. Florida had nothing. All the hopes the Spanish had for Florida came to nothing, and by the mid 1600’s it was deemed a backwater colony that was worth no more than land. Gabriel knew it was wrong to listen to their conversation, but Addison could see him sitting there talking to Andrew on his bunk not far away so a small part of him argued that he had Addison’s permission to hear it. He knew it was rude and improper and he’d have been strapped for it when he was younger. Had been, in fact. Spare the rod, spoil the child as the Bible said. He was an I’ll behaved child, so it was only right that his father corrected him with a strapping. He watched Addison give his shoe a final close inspection. “The heel, Addison. You’re going to need the paint marker.” He observed to his friend. Addison sighed. “I’ll get it tomorrow. We have to mop now, so we can get to the laundry. Won’t have another chance today. We won’t go to Ranger School right away, Zeus. We need Airborne qualification. That’s the next step. Then RASP, where they put us through the ringer to see if we have what it takes. Those are both in Ft. Benning, GA, where we did our first Advanced Individual Training out of Basic. But Ranger School’s there too, that’s where the 75th Regiment is. I think they’ll send us all to Ft. Benning. I just find it odd that they wouldn’t tell us why they offered us THIS training, here. It was like Basic, AIT and specialty training on steroids and everyone had to master everything, not just their specialty. You have to wonder... all these guys have some kind of special quality, you can just see it in our performance on all the drills in the field, qualification modules and tests. None of us are lazy, stupid, or just coasting in the Army. We’re all set on going career. So it makes me think we’re some kind of test group. I can read between the lines and when they told us this was just another Advanced Individual Training and that‘s what we’d tell our families it sounded like they didn’t want us or anyone else to know what it REALLY was. And if they aren’t done with us, it may be a while before they let us become Rangers.” Addison was just thinking out loud, Gabriel knew. They’d all wondered what this training was for. After regular AIT they were given a list of duty stations to choose from. It didn’t mean you’d get any of your choices, you just went where they needed you. But with this training they hadn’t gotten a list. Which meant the Army had plans for them. At least that’s what Gabriel thought. The few conversations with the others said everyone suspected the same thing. This wasn’t ordinary in any way. “I hope we stay together, Addison.” Gabriel said seriously. He hoped Addison read between THOSE lines and understood he wasn’t talking about the Bravos. Addison smiled at him with that charming handsome face. Just then, Puta walked up. “Hey Puta, are you and your boyfriend gonna to do da mopping?” he said with a grin at Sleeper. Gabriel scowled at him. Sleeper couldn’t ignore that Zeus seemed insulted by being referred to as his boyfriend. Sleeper put his hand on Gabriel’s arm. “He’s joking, Zeus. You really need to read people better. Maybe we’ll work on that. Yeah Puta, we were just about to start. We’ll start out here. Socks only from now on.” I’ll let dem know.” Puta gave Zeus an apologetic look. “It was a joke, Zeus. You no have to strike me down.” Gabriel suppressed his frustration. Addison said this was how brothers behaved with teasing and insults. His own brothers had never done that. By example he was taught you said what you thought directly and good men weren’t sly or denigrating to the people they cared about. It didn’t bother him as much when Addison and Andrew behaved that way towards each other, but it was still wrong. After they got the barracks mopped, which took a while, they gathered their laundry and went to the laundromat. On Saturdays and Sundays they generally had permission to travel the base on task but they’d better have a reason to be somewhere if they were asked by a superior. They weren’t given total freedom because it was still a NATO training base and the powers that be didn’t want too much interaction between their Company and their international guests. Gabriel didn’t actually know why, but that was his guess. Other American soldiers were allowed to mix. It was just their Company that wasn’t. But then, they also weren’t allowed much interaction with the Americans either. It was more than odd. They all knew it was likely that Sergeant Walters and the Lieutenant knew about their Saturday night party. And their alcohol stash. Gabriel took note of every camera inside and outside the barracks. He’d also determined that their superiors allowed it to happen perhaps as a test. It could also be that Command was trying to allow them to let off the steam and youthful energy that built up over the week of being hyper focused, serious and full of pressure to perform knowing the Platoon was on near lockdown and would need an outlet. Sergeant Walters knew EVERYTHING that happened inside and outside the barracks. Gabriel was certain the other Sergeants and Lieutenants knew too. And they never got an unannounced visit from 2000 to 0000. After midnight it was anyone’s guess. But they were left alone to have their crazy Saturday night parties for four hours. At 1430, the barracks phone rang. Private Sendahl was tasked with barracks communication today so everyone knew he would answer. Everyone checked the message board just outside the entry door every time they left or entered, but sometimes orders came by phone. Of course, with Andrew gone Addison was in charge and he’d given out the barracks duties this morning. At 1500 Gabriel would have to walk the entire barracks for inspection. At some point today or tomorrow morning the Sergeants would be looking in every crack and crevice to find the smallest speck of dust or equipment out of place or off by a half inch. The entire platoon was finishing up last minute cleaning and arranging determined by Addison’s duty list. Saturday nights and Sundays they didn’t have a duty Sergeant watching them from the small alcove off the open bay so Sendahl... Wanker, Gabriel reminded himself, had to run over to get the phone. “Guys, it’s Assmunch!” Cade Sendahl yelled into the bay. Addison appeared quickly to take the phone. “BUDDY! Damn, I was hoping you’d call. How are you holding up?” Addison remained quiet, listening to whatever Andrew responded. “Yeah, Zeus and I got your stuff secured. Zeus did the packing so you know it’s done right but you can kick his ass if it gets to you and something is fucked up. Tomorrow I’ll have Bootlicker take your issued gear and sign it back in at the Quartermaster’s before the snow gets too deep.” Another pause. “No, we don’t know either. I don’t think it’s a secret, just that they are waiting to tell us. You know how it is.” The rest of the platoon had been slowly gathering as the word spread that Andrew was on the phone. “Yeah, probably not but I think wherever we’re going will be together. At least most of us will, you know everyone met or exceeded performance expectations so it’s just a matter of if they want to carve us up. A few of us are betting on Ft. Benning for Airborne qualification but who knows.” Sleeper was sitting on the edge of the Sergeant’s desk playing with the phone cord while he listened. “I hope so too, buddy. He’s right here. Zeus, Assmunch wants you next. The rest of you hang around, he wants to talk to you too but make it quick he’s calling long distance.” Gabriel took the phone from Sleeper’s hand. “Hi Andrew….Yes, we know. It will probably be Tuesday during or after graduation……Friday? I don’t know why they’d make you wait that long but if you want to call us on Wednesday we’ll tell you what we know……Me too, Andrew…..Julio? Okay.“ Gabriel held the phone out to Puta. “You’re next.” There was only a little surprise that leaked through when he said it. The order that Andrew called for them was being noted. Puta wasn’t usually one of Andrew’s top choices. Even Puta seemed surprised. “Ay, Puta. You got everyting tightened down over der?” Puta‘s smooth accented voice said. “Jess... we no slackin’ off but dat Puta Footlong embarrassed us by finishing da 4 miles way before da rest of us. We gonna tie him to his rack and beat him wit our boots tonight. It’s no fair, he got three legs to run wit. Si, hermano mio. Yo tambien.” Puta held the phone out to Wanker. “Here Puta.” Wanker held the phone to his head for a half a minute, just uttering an ‘uh huh, okay. Yes. Sure Assmunch.” then he passed the phone to Troll. Slowly over the next twenty minutes, Assmunch had talked to everyone in the whole platoon. After Andrew hung up, the mood was generally happy and upbeat, but with an underlying current of somberness. Most of them wanted Assmunch with the platoon. Without him, Gabriel felt like they were missing a crucial limb, or marching into battle without a weapon. They were gradually filtering back to the duties they’d been taking care of before the phone call when the door at the end of the bay flew open. “BRAVO PLATOON FORM UP!” Sergeant Walters yelled at the top of his lungs. They all scrambled to form up at attention. It took a full 45 seconds for everyone to get to the bay from where they’d been cleaning the barracks. Sergeant Walters looked angry. “You grunts think you’re done? When I say fall in you don’t kiss your girlfriends goodbye, you don’t wipe your ass, you don’t let your FUCKING FEET TOUCH THE GROUND! Fifty! Now!” As one they flung themselves to the floor and started pumping out the push-ups. While they paid their penance, Sergeant Walters continued. “ECWCS... that’s level 6 EXTENDED Cold Weather uniform Private Demon, if I catch you without them again you’re scrubbing my barracks roof free of every spec of snow. You have 12 minutes to get to bugout location.” He turned and left through the door. “You think we’re going somewhere?” Wanker piped up first. He was hammering through his pushups almost doing two for everyone else’s one. Footlong was not far behind him. The rest kept a slower steady pace. “Guess we’ll find out.” Cellblock said. Gabriel liked Quincy Washington. The man the rest called Cellblock was a fit 185 lbs of the most amazing dark skin, with large hands and feet, long sleek legs, no body fat and a behind that was almost as nice as Addison’s. Being from rural Wisconsin, Gabriel had never seen anyone like him. He was absolutely beautiful and not long after he’d met him Gabriel knew he was a good man. And he was smart. Gabriel thought he might actually be smarter than Bootlicker. After Addison, Quincy was one of the soldiers in his platoon Gabriel had to remind himself not to have illicit thoughts about. It only took them a minute to complete their exercise after which they all scrambled to don their ECWs and get out the door for the run to building 237. When they arrived, the other Platoons were already in formation. They wasted no time assuming their space between the Alphas and the Charlies. Private Lamont scanned their ranks as they passed by, and Gabriel saw a puzzled surprise on his face. His face never left forward, but he spoke out the side of his mouth. “Where’s Assmunch?” He whispered loudly enough for his voice to carry, and no more. “Home.” “Fuck. Booted?” “Funeral.” “Fuck.” “Listen up!” Sergeant Horvath yelled from the front. “Platoon leaders front and center!” Lamont, Taylor, and Kincaid stepped away and moved to the front. Addison, being Andrew’s second joined them. Gabriel couldn’t hear what they were being told, but they soon returned with a package sealed in plastic. “Squad leaders, to me.” Addison announced. Privates Washington, Simmons and Davidson stepped to Addison’s side. “Demon, check your boots and tighten those laces.” Addison said before turning to his squad leaders. Lamont, Taylor and Kincaid were doing the same with their Platoons. “Zeus, come up here. You’re acting squad leader while I command the Platoon.” Addison opened the package and produced four sealed envelopes that he handed to the squad leaders. “Those are your orders. BRAVOS, LOAD UP IN THE TRANSPORT AT THE SOUTH OF THE LOT. MOVE OUT!” As one, the Bravos grunted in a yell “UNH!” And ran in step to the transport, the squad leaders running beside and slightly behind them. Addison was out front. Gabriel saw that the other Platoons were doing the same toward their transports at the separate cardinal locations of the lot. They packed into the troop transport… and they were packed. Four of the guys sat on the floor in the middle between the feet of the others, and the rest that didn’t have seats on the benches were on someone’s lap. Sendahl had taken Gabriel’s lap. Gabriel didn’t mind. “Listen up!” Addison yelled over the sound of the truck engine. “We’re being dropped at Ottenhoff, 45 clicks due west of Grafenwoehr. When we arrive, get our support transport unloaded. Bootlicker, when does the front of the storm get here?” “Four hours at the earliest, Sleeper.” Bootlicker yelled. “Assuming constant current speed.” Sleeper took a few seconds to think. “I want Squad leaders to get me camp locations by the time we offload. We’re spending the night in the forest, brothers. Time is not on our side. We’re moving out fast so everyone check and double check the soldier next to you.” “Wanker, sit on Troll.” Gabriel ordered. When Wanker moved, Zeus took his orders packet from his coat’s breast pocket and opened it. Inside he found a topographic map of the area. It had a transparent overlay of man made landmarks like roads, towns and farms. “Simmons, Davidson, Washington… let’s confer.” Everyone switched places so the four Squad Leaders could consult their maps. Forty minutes later they poured out of the transport and had the second transport unloaded of their packs and gear. The Platoon made quick work of getting everything on their backs and on two sleds. The Squad Leaders huddled around Sleeper. “Here, Sleeper.” Cellblock pointed to a location 10 km’s to the east inside the forest. “I wish we had a satellite image.” Sleeper mused. “These packs and the sleds will slow us down.” “Some. But The Veldenstein Forest has roads and trails. Yeah, it’s not a direct route, but what we lose in distance we make up because it’s easier ground to travel. Less variations in the terrain.” Cellblock explained. “We assumed our orders were to get back to base. We only have three hours to reach the site and get camp set up before the storm hits. 6 miles gives us a little padding, we can do that in two hours over this terrain, but we have to hustle.” “I confirm mission is to return to base. We’re to rendezvous with the Charlies here, by nightfall tomorrow.” Sleeper pointed to another location on the map. It was 20 km from where their camp would be tonight. On a nice clear day with no snow on the ground, making their target would be a breeze. “Plan a route tonight that will get us there before tomorrow dark. We’ll be marching while it snows, and tonight we’re supposed to get a foot or more so by end of day tomorrow it’ll be two feet deep. There’s going to be problems that will slow us down. If we’ve got to cut across the terrain to do it, then we do it.” “No Sleeper. We stick to the roads.” Gabriel spoke. “We don’t want to go off into the woods on that much fresh snow. We don’t know these woods. You’ve never been in a storm like this, I have. Expect visibility to be limited. We’re going to need every landmark we can use, and roads and trails are best. A foot of snow is manageable in the woods. But by mid day tomorrow we’re going to have problems if we don’t stick to the roads.” Sleeper sharpened his gaze on Zeus. “Can we make it back to base by Wednesday with this snow?” Zeus looked at Cellblock, who shrugged. “Maybe. It will depend on everyone keeping up and the weather. After we leave the Veldenstein, it’s open farmland until we reach the base. But we’re also marching with the Charlies. Too many unknowns.” “Okay. Let’s just focus on the rendezvous with Lamont tomorrow and hope he’s got more intel.” Sleeper decided. The Bravos moved out at a steady jog, choosing to eat up distance with speed. They arrived at their chosen site just as the first snowflakes began. The temperature had plummeted a half hour before. It was expected to drop to 4 degrees by midnight. “Everyone pair up in tents. It’s going to be cold. From now on everyone sticks to their buddy, you don’t go anywhere without him.” Sleeper announced. Dimples, Bootlicker, and Spaghetti I need a breakdown of the gear we have. Zeus, you and I are paired up.” A few of the guys looked at each other and grinned. Gabriel caught it and wondered what that meant. Gabriel erected the tent he and Sleeper would share. He put their packs inside and rolled out their sleeping bags. He watched Sleeper speak with Dimples, Bootlicker and Spaghetti presumably receiving a report on their supplies. Then he went to speak with Cellblock. By the time he returned, Gabriel was heating up a couple MRE’s over a sterno flame. “Thanks, Zeus.” Sleeper said, taking one of the hot meals. While he ate, they talked. “Zeus, you might have the most practical experience out of all of us with this kind of weather and wilderness. What are we looking at? We have three days to get back to base.” Gabriel gave it some thought. He had the map memorized except for the minor topographic features. “Ottenhoff is at a slightly higher elevation than Grafenwoehr, a difference of 60 meters or so. We don’t have to travel the whole uphill, that will help. But the forest isn’t flat, it’s very hilly. Walking through deep snow will tire us out a lot faster, and cut our distance per day down. We need an average of 12 km per day. If we can do 20 tomorrow, that will help but I think it will take everything we have to make 14.” Sleeper was thinking. “Cellblock, come over here.” Sleeper called. “In fact, Mini Hulk (that was Squad Leader Simmons) and Shark (Davidson ) you come too.” The three of them brought their meals over and squatted next to Sleeper. Mini Hulk was a 5’8” block of muscle, nothing but muscle piled on muscle. He looked like a stack of wrapped tires in his insulated uniform. A stack of tires without a discernible neck. You couldn’t see his fiery red hair hidden under his balaclava. Like most of them he’d thrown the hood of his coat back for freedom of movement and vision. Shark just had a strange face and that was the only physically remarkable thing about him. He was 5’10”, 170, light brown hair deep brown eyes. His face seemed to come to a point centered on his nose and mouth, sloping forward from his hairline to his nose. His nose turned up at the tip, and his jaw and front teeth jutted forward before pulling back to an unfortunate chin. His teeth were gapped and misaligned even though they were all there, just a mangled mess of a mouth. Shark was the least insulting nickname they could come up with. Demon wanted to call him Dickshredder. Andrew had vetoed that being more cruel than funny. Shark was wily and could be as vicious as his namesake, as quick to lash out as he was to drop it so that you always had the sense he was never without a plan of attack and escape. Shark would hit and then be gone before you felt the pain. Gabriel was certain the guy had been picked on mercilessly when he was younger. “Who in your squads has experience with deep snow?” Sleeper asked them. He wasn’t talking to Zeus. “Olympic in my squad worked winters at a Vail ski resort and almost made the U.S. freestyle team for the ‘90 Games. He’s got winter rescue training too.” Mini Hulk replied. “And Chunk grew up in Central Washington State. He was saying there’s different kinds of snow and you have to know what you’re dealing with.” “All mine are from the central U.S. or the south.” Shark answered. “No help there.” Cellblock, always patient, spoke last. “Alaska is our guy, boss. Ice, snow, storms, wilderness … he knows it all. He said his father would take them out hunting in some awful weather.” Sleeper nodded. “Looks like we have our guide team. Get them over here.” They all downed the last of their meals while the others joined them. Sleeper had Wanker police their trash. A light snowfall of large flakes had started. The sky was already dark and the eerie quiet was only broken by the hushed conversations happening around the camp. “Alaska, you take the lead.” Sleeper began. “We go where you say, when you say, how you want it to happen. Zeus, Chunk and Olympic are your team. You all have different experience with this weather, terrain and movement. Don’t take crazy risks, but let’s try to reach the rendezvous before the Charlies.” Sleeper waited a moment before continuing. “We’ve got level 7’s in the gear they sent. Do you think we need to suit up?” Alaska spoke up. “Not tonight. It’s going to be cold tomorrow morning, but unless the wind during the day gets bad our movement will keep us warm enough as we march. Our tents and bags will be fine tonight. Keep the freezer suits packed up. Some do better than others in near zero conditions, so if anyone needs to go level 7, we can always pull them out but most of us will be sweating our asses off tomorrow. We need to let everyone know NOT to de-layer, no matter how much they sweat. Conserving core heat is critical.” Chunk chimed in. “The snowfall will be heavy tomorrow. We can’t spread out so everyone stays within eyesight, and we rotate the lead so no one is breaking new snow for more than an hour. Anyone in the rear will have the easiest time so the lead and the group right behind move to the rear each hour. I’d recommend a two man column.” Sleeper nodded. “Sounds smart. Zeus, any thoughts?” Gabriel squinted his eyes in thought. “We have to think ahead. Two feet of snow will be extremely difficult and that’s the minimum we’re looking at. Not seeing the ground and having to lift our feet is bad, but that’s not the real problem. Our legs and feet will be wet and frozen in under two hours. We need to be above the snow. Not only will we move faster, we’ll avoid injuries. We need snowshoes. Skis would be better, but we don’t have those.” Skis and poles would have been apparent if they’d been included in the gear. Gabriel sighed. “If the storm turns bad, we have to shelter in place until it blows out or wait for rescue.” “There won’t be a rescue. We’re on our own. At least until Thursday. If it’s bad enough for us to hunker down, they won’t be able to get to us. Keep that in mind.” Sleeper said. They all looked at each other. Gabriel knew they were all thinking the same thing: that disaster could strike in ten different ways between someone getting seriously injured, to getting lost, to the weather turning into a full scale blizzard. They were in woods, so snow-burdened falling branches were a real danger. As the snow got deeper it would become more and more difficult to see sudden drops, obstacles, shallow water. Dense snowfall coupled with gale force winds would make navigation almost impossible. “You four need to get us there. Use every trick you know.” Sleeper said. “Go brief your squads.” **************** Alaska showed Zeus, Chunk and Shark how to make rough snowshoes from thin pine branches, and then how to attach them to their boots. They would only last them the day… maybe… but were fast to make and the raw materials were readily available. Zeus finally got to the tent close to 2300 hours after getting the squad to make their snowshoes. He’d shown them what Alaska taught him by making Sleeper a set, so Sleeper could use the time to figure out a plan, set contingencies and do all the things a Platoon leader needed to do. “Boots inside, Addison. It’s warmer in here and you don’t want to dig them out of the snow tomorrow morning.” Zeus told his friend. Zeus picked up Sleeper’s boots, knocked the snow from them and put them next to his near the tent opening. Sleeper was snuggled in his bag, looking at the map by flashlight. “Thanks buddy.” Sleeper watched Zeus unzip his bag and start to crawl in. “The rest of the guys in their tents?” “Yes, Addison, except for the watch.” Sleeper replied. “Good. Good. Um, Zeus?” Sleeper said, not believing that his voice was shaking with nervousness like a schoolgirl with a crush on the football quarterback. “Yes Addison?” “Uh… do you want to zip our bags together? We would have more room. To conserve heat, I mean. These are kind of small, and you’re big, and…” Oh Jesus that sounded weak as shit, he thought. “It’s going to be really cold, and -“ “Okay.” Zeus said in a deep monotone voice with no inflection. Was that reluctance? His giant friend yanked back his bag, nearly breaking the zipper. What the fuck was he angry about? Well shit, he didn’t seem too excited about sharing. Maybe since Zeus got what he wanted five weeks ago he wasn’t interested anymore. Zeus hadn’t been anything except slightly friendly the whole time since then. That kind of hurt Sleeper’s feelings. He wasn’t even asking for sex and just wanted some companionship. Maybe a piece of him wanted the sex too, but they had so many layers on that would prove difficult. “Forget it. Just thought we should keep warm.” Sleeper said. And even to himself it came off sounding short and irritated. “Get some rest.” Zeus was just looking at him, half out of his sleeping bag. Sleeper couldn’t read anything on his face. Nothing, it was completely blank just like it always was. Andrew would know how to read Zeus but Andrew wasn’t here and then Zeus looked away before climbing back into his sleeping bag, re-zipping it and turning away to sleep facing the side of the tent. Yeah, the big guy definitely wasn’t interested anymore. Well damn. Sleeper really liked the big puppy and he was looking forward to finding out if Zeus fucking his ass was really as incredible as it was that first time. There had been something awesome about the feeling of Zeus’s big body on him, his intensity during sex, the power and strength of him and the thrill of not being in control to being the object of Zeus’s lust. None of that happened with Assmunch but it looked like he wasn’t going to get the chance to find out. And that hurt a little too. **************** What was wrong with Addison? Gabriel asked himself. Was he mad at him? Gabriel tried to think of what he’d done wrong and couldn’t think of a single thing. Addison must have seen how happy he was to sleep next to him, nearly jumping out of his sleeping bag to start zipping it to Addison’s … too happy. It was his face, Gabriel knew. It just gave everything away. He would have to do better at keeping his emotions under control. Addison wasn’t gay, he’d said so and that night with him and Andrew was probably just the other two experimenting or being nice to him. Andrew said they had to cool it for a while because of Puta, but maybe he just said that to get Gabriel to calm down. And now, Addison was only trying to look out for him in the storm and Gabriel had taken it as a sign, FINALLY, that Addison was ready for more. They weren’t in the barracks, no one could see in the tent and Gabriel was excited to wrap his body around Addison’s and kiss him. Just the thought of falling asleep holding Addison’s little muscle body gave him an erection. But when Gabriel let his excitement show, Addison suddenly backed off hard and told him to forget it. Maybe Addison had seen his erection and that was why. No, he was bundled up too much for anything to show. It had to have been his eagerness that made Addison change his mind. That made Gabriel sad. Why wasn’t Andrew here? He’d know what to do. **************** Time: 0100 hr. “Lieutenant, we have a problem.” Corporal Evans poked his head into Lieutenant Campbell’s office. There was always a duty officer assigned when a training operation was in progress. Campbell had night watch. “What is it, Corporal?” the lieutenant asked. He was looking at his Platoon’s qualification scores, combining them onto the master report he’d have to send up the chain to Command. He and the other lieutenants had been comparing their groups and it was apparent that Bravo Platoon was exceptional. Even so, there wasn’t a large performance gap between the Bravos and the others. The Army had chosen well. “Radar is showing a depression moving up the Bay of Biscay and crossing into France. The jet stream is going to carry it right to us and it’s moving fast. It’s going to hit our arctic front before sunrise tomorrow. It’s not going to be good.” Evans explained. “We’ve got men out there. The models are all over the place, but this could get as bad as the one in 1987.” Campbell stood up. “Better call everyone in, Corporal. And let’s get Motor Transport on standby. If we need to go get our boys, I don’t want a delay.” The training team was assembled in 45 minutes. “So we’re sure this is going to get that bad?” Sergeant Horvath asked. They could all see the path and intensity of what was headed their way. When it hit the dip in the jet stream hovering over Bavaria where they were, it was going to get violent. And it was going to pull in warmer air toward the west from southeast Europe. Jet stream moving fast, easterly with a depression riding along with it pulling warmer air westerly… the whole region was going to become a maelstrom of ice, snow and wind. “We can’t assume otherwise, Sergeant.” Corporal Evans said. “There are too many similarities to ‘87.” “Do we have a big enough window to track them down in the forest AND get them back here before we get hit?” Lieutenant Campbell asked. Sergeant Walters spoke up. “We have enough time to get to them, but we’ll never make it back.” “Do we have radio contact? Can we order them back to their drop off locations?” Captain Patterson asked. “Maybe get them to a town to wait it out?” “Orders were radio silence until all four Platoons joined up.” Campbell pointed out. “We’re listening, but as far as they know this is part of the operation and they won’t break radio silence until they realize they can’t handle this. By that time it’s going to be too late to help them.” Captain Patterson leaned into Major Ondrian’s shoulder. They had a quick whispered conversation. “Pack out.” Captain Patterson ordered. “You’re to locate your Platoons on foot and sit tight until we can extract you after this blows through. I want status reports every hour until further notice.” ************ Time: 0200 hr. Sleeper jerked awake to the sound of his name. “Sleeper! Wake up!” “Awake, soldier. Report.” Sleeper responded, finding the zipper on his bag and climbing out. “Chunk’s nervous, Sleeper. He said to get you up right away.” After pulling on his boots Sleeper exited the tent, throwing up the hood of his coat. The freezing wind hit his face and hands, and he quickly pulled his balaclava up over his nose and threw on his gloves. Zeus stirred behind him. In the snow and dark, Sleeper took a moment to re-orient himself. He could barely make out another figure about 10 feet away. That had to be Chunk. The snow was already a foot deep and it was falling faster and heavier than just a few hours ago. “Chunk, what’s going on?” Sleeper asked after trudging over to Chunk who was staring up at the darkness, turning his head slowly around. The atmosphere was bizarre the way it dampened sound like he was speaking into a pillow. “We better get Alaska up, and Zeus. I think everyone needs to get up.” Chunk replied, still watching the air. “Why?” “Snow’s changed, Sleeper. It’s bad. It’s hard to explain. Wind direction is all over the place and the snow coming down now is wetter. Air smells different, tangy and sharp. Pressure’s dropped, just fucking bottomed out about a half hour ago. I don’t need to see the clouds. We’re gonna get hit bad. My grandfather would say even the wolves would leave the hunt to find a hole. We need to figure out better shelter than two man tents. And we’re not going anywhere for a few days.” “How much time do we have?” Sleeper asked. “Maybe 5 hours.” Chunk answered. “But every hour it’ll get worse up until then.” “Get everyone up. We need a plan.” Sleeper ordered. There was some grumbling, but it was hushed. In ten minutes they were all huddled in a group. Sleeper explained what Chunk had told him. “I need ideas. Our tents can’t handle the heavier snow, especially if the wind is going to drive it up to pile against them.” “Windbreaks? We’re in the woods, we could have something together in a few hours.” Dimples suggested. Chunk and Alaska shook their heads. Alaska spoke up, “nothing temporary is going to hold up against the wind. And I agree with Chunk, when it hits the wind is going to come from everywhere, strong. We need a hole. A deep hole.” “What about snowpack over a windbreak? We could dig in next to that rock formation we passed a half mile back.” Zeus offered. Sleeper looked at Chunk and Alaska. Alaska shrugged. “It needs to be big enough for all of us for several days. The snowpack will keep the wind from tearing the shelter apart, but it needs to be thick and packed hard.” “We’ve got 5 hours, tops.” Sleeper called out. “Break camp and pack up. Zeus, you and Alaska break a trail to that rock formation, something we can follow. Footlong, we need light. Wanker, I want that radio. Sorry guys, I’m breaking radio silence, we’re going to blow this op. If it’s going to get as bad as Chunk says, we can’t do this. I don’t think they planned on this. I need updated orders, and to give them our location. Move!”

I wrote and posted stories of my PNP cum dump escapades in Phoenix, AZ at bathhouses and adult bookstores. I originally posted them to nifty and literotica and a few other sites, but I see them all over the internet now. My username was Tucsondude85716. I wrote about getting fucked and taking loads at the Chute and Zorbas bookstore. Somewhere on this site someone edited some of my stories together and reposted them. I think someone said that they had also been on bugshare and sites like that. Not too long after the events in those stories, I went to rehab and quit doing meth. I didn't quit being a cum slut though. I've been writing some new stories. I'm skipping around but I am overall wanting to describe my evolution from a "straight" no reciprocation top to a PNP cum dump bottom, to a "sober" cum dump bottom, to a cock sucking specialist. Here is one of my new stories. I hope this crowd enjoys it: When this took place I had been out of rehab for about 6 months. I had moved from Phoenix, AZ to Tucson. It was probably mid-late 2001. As I mentioned in other chapters, at this point I was living in Tucson, AZ. There were no gay bathhouses, but there were several adult bookstores. And at least two of them did NOT care about what went on in the booths. One was located on Oracle Road. It had regular booths and a “private” section where customers could select a video to be played in a booth. The private section was where the best action was at. You had to have a key to get in, and you got the key when you rented your movie. The booths where also larger and more comfortable than the regular booths. They had a bench with a cushion instead of a stool or a single chair. This story takes place during the same time frame as the last chapter about my “referral” sex buddy, around 2001-2002. I went to the bookstore in the early afternoon on weekends, which was a hit or miss time. It could be busy. It could be abandoned. When I got there, I saw a few cars in the parking lot out back. I went inside and started looking for a movie to rent for one of the private rooms. At that time, this bookstore had very little selection of bareback gay porn. Being bi and hating to see condoms in porn, my second choice was straight creampie porn. I found a creampie gangbang video and grabbed it. The guy working the counter at the bookstore was a youngish guy, probably about the same age I was at the time (mid-late 20s). From other visits to the store while he was working, I knew that he snuck out and smoked weed during his shifts. More power to him, right? I asked him if it had been busy. He said not really. I said too bad, but I’d take the movie anyway. I think he knew what I was hinting at. I went in the back and found that I was the only one in the private booth section (there were about 6-7 private booths). He had given me the one with the most room and the best TV. My movie started to play. I took my cock out and stroked it idly. Pretty soon the clerk came back to the private section, I put my cock away, not wanting to get thrown out for breaking the rules. I quickly found out that I didn’t have to worry about that. He came by and asked me through the door if the movie was good. I said it looked like it would be. He said he had something for me. I opened up the door and he handed me some individual packets of lube and and some individual packes of disposable “sex wipes”. “Just in case.” He said with a smile. I was sitting on the bench in my booth. He was standing in the doorway. He was wearing athletic shorts. I looked at his crotch, not bothering to try to hide what I was doing. I could tell he had something going on there. “Do you get horny working here?” “Sometimes. Especially when it is slow.” “Like today?” “Yeah”. I licked my lips and held his gaze. He grabbed the bulge in his shorts. I figured that was invitation enough and grabbed his bulge too. He had a decent cock from the feel of it. He pulled down the elastic waist of his shorts and pulled out a nice cock. He was not a very big guy, maybe 5’7”, white, clean shaven. He had a decent body, some pecs and some muscle on his shoulders. His cock was cut, probably about 6.5” or so. Not super thick but not too thin either. He was mostly hard at that point. I leaned over and took the head of his cock and placed it in my mouth. I made my mouth warm and wet and sucked his cock in. I was able to take his cock all the way to the base even though I had not practiced my cock sucking much at that point. He liked that. His cock was fully erect now. Nice and hard. I drew back and looked at it. “Nice” I started to alternate swallowing him all the way and teasing the head of his cock with my tongue and lips. He started fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. I sniffed my poppers and offered them up to him. He took a few hits and handed them back. I made sure to swallow his cock and let him fuck my throat while the popper rush hit him. “Do you like to fuck?” “Not right now.” Knowing this was going to be just a blow job I decided to make as good as I could for him. I let him fuck my face and I reached down to fondle his balls. I wrapped my hand around his cock and balls so that I would be able to feel it when he got ready to cum. He was close. His cock was expanding and throbbing. I could feel the pulses start at the base of his dick. I held his cock in my mouth, letting his cum spurt on my tongue. I didn’t swallow because I wanted to be able to tell how much he came. I felt several jets of cum in my mouth and then he pulled mostly out of my mouth until just the head of his cock was still inside, He started to stroke his cock. Understanding that he was giving me the last drops of his load I kept my lips tight around his cock. When he was finished, I looked him in the eye and opened my mouth so he could see his load in my mouth. Then I swallowed it. “Thanks man.” “My pleasure”. Nice cock. I was happy. It was a hot encounter and now I knew I was golden when he was working. He went back to the front of the store. I hung out for a while longer but nobody else showed up to the private section. I decided to call it a day and left. As luck would have it the same guy was working the on my next visit to the bookstore. This time I came in around 5:30 on a weekday afternoon, which was often a busy time. And this time it was definitely busy. There were a bunch of cars in the parking lot. I went inside and was excited to find a bareback video available to rent for the private room. My buddy the clerk said hi and said I was getting the last room. “Have fun.” He handed me the key to the private area. “Wish me luck.” I went inside and found my booth. All of the other booths were occupied. Most of the guys had the doors to their booths cracked open or fully open. I left mine fully open. I got comfortable and pulled out my cock as my video started to play. I fast forwarded through the copyright warnings and then let my video play. Pretty soon the guy from the booth next to mine came out and walked by my booth. I made no effort to hide the fact that I had my cock out and was stroking it. He made no effort to hide the fact that he saw it and was paying attention to what I was doing. “Want to come in?” I asked him. “My booth has more room.” I followed him back to his booth. He asked me if I wanted him to close the door. I said I was good either way. He left the door open. He offered me a seat, but he remained standing. Nice. I liked where this was going. He was about my size, 6’ or so, white, probably early 40s. He had a wedding ring. He had a salt and pepper beard. A good looking, masculine guy. He had a little bit of a gut, but it did nothing to detract from the very respectable cock he produced. He undid his jeans and pulled out his cock and I made a happy noise in my throat. It was cut, thick, veiny and looked like it would have nice length when it got fully erect. I took him into my mouth. He sighed appreciatively. I tongued the head of his cock and then sucked it into the back of my mouth. I sealed my lips around his cock and applied suction to his cock. I used my mouth like a mini version of a vacuum pump to encourage the blood to flow into his cock and feed his erection. It worked nicely. He pulled some poppers out of his shirt pocket and took a few hits and then held them down so I could do the same. It was a new bottle of my favorite brand, so the poppers were super potent. I inhaled deeply in both nostrils a couple of times and then went back to sucking his cock. It got even thicker and longer than I hoped. He was about 8” and thick enough that I could just circle the base with my thumb and middle finger. At that point in my cock sucking experience, it was beyond my ability to deep throat him. But I hoped that he would let me satisfy him with my ass anyway. “Do you like to fuck?” “Yes” he said, “But I don’t have any condoms.” “Are you clean?” He said he was. “Are you?” I said yes. “I usually don’t fuck without condoms, but your cock is amazing. I want you in my ass so bad.” “Turn around.” I turned around and leaned over the bench in the booth. Before I let my shorts fall to the floor, I took my lube out of my pockets and handed it to him. I took one foot out of my shorts and spread my feet wide. I loved to get fucked bent over and standing up. Something about it seemed so primal and urgent. He handed me the bottle of poppers. I started sniffing them as he put lube on my ass and on his cock. He pushed a finger in my ass. “I’m ready. Give me your cock. Please.” That wonderful moment when the firm warmth of the head of his cock pressed against my asshole. I relaxed my ass so that he could slide in easily. Between the lube, how horny I was, and the high-quality poppers, he had no trouble sliding his cock into my ass. He pushed in steadily until he was all the way in. I reached back to spread my cheeks, head and chest down on the bench. He got just a bit further in. I sighed. I squeezed him with my ass as he held himself inside me. “Are you ready to get fucked?” He was whispering in my ear. I snorted more poppers and handed them back to him. “Fuck me any way you want.” He started slow. He didn’t go to fast, and I know he was experienced at fucking ass. He moved with strength and intention at a pace that allowed both of use to experience the pleasure of each stroke in and out. I grabbed the back of his cock. It was so thick and warm and wonderful. My focus narrowed until all I was aware of was my asshole and his cock sliding in and out of it. He was holding my hips picked up the pace. I didn’t know whether he had been fucking me for five minutes or thirty minutes. “I’m getting close.” “You can cum in me. Please cum in me.” He needed no further encouragement. He fucked harder and faster until he grunted and pushed all the way into my ass. I squeezed his cock as hard as I could with my ass, wanting to feel his cum spurt in me. And I could feel it. It was warm and pulsing and I could feel it first deep in my ass and then along the whole length of him as he continued to fuck in and out of my ass. I clamped my ass around his cock, letting him decide when to take it out. When he finally did, I turned around and took him in my mouth to clean his cum off of his cock. He jacked the base of his cock, and I got a few more drops of cum on my tongue. Finally, he pulled back and put his cock away. “Thank you. Your cock is magnificent.” “Your ass was amazing.” I went back to my booth. I was holding his cum in my ass because I liked having it there. I could also tell there was a lot of cum and I didn’t to make a mess in my shorts or on the bench of my booth. I watched my video. My new friend put himself together in his own booth and left soon after. I left the door of my booth open. The thing about being a slutty bottom is that I wasn’t going to leave just because I took a load already. I still had ninety minutes left on my movie and the private area was still full. I decided to take a stroll and see what I could see. In one booth had the door shut. Beneath the cut off door I could see that there were two guys in there and one was crouched down and was sucking the other one off. I bent over to take a quick look and gave the guy sucking cock a thumbs up. At the end of the isle there was a guy with his door cracked open, sitting on his bench, pants around his knees, stroking his cock. I looked in. He opened his door wider. He slid over so I could sit down. I pulled out my cock and started to stroke it. “Was that you getting fucked?” “Yes.” “Sounded hot.” “It was awesome.” “Want some more?” “Yes” He stood up and held his cock near my face. I looked up at him and then at his cock. He was a bear type. It was hard to guess his age. Could have been late thirties all the all the way to late forties. He had a beard, and a gut, but he had powerful shoulders and muscular arms. He was hairy – his forearms were covered in dark hair. His cock was nice. Thick and uncut. He wasn’t fully hard yet. He had a metal cock ring on. His cock was shaved. This guy meant business. I pulled out my poppers and took a few hits and took his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around between the head of his cock and his foreskin. He liked that. I looked around him to see what was going on in his video. Like me he had found a bareback video. I liked that. His got hard in my mouth. It was at least 7” long and very thick. “Trade me places.” I wondered what he had in mind. I hoped that he understood that I wanted to get fucked, not to get my cock sucked. I shouldn’t have worried. He sat down and I stood up. “Turn around.” I turned around and he pushed my shorts off my hips. I already had my poppers and lube in hand. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him so that he could get his face between my cheeks. This was getting better all the time. His tongue found my asshole. I pulled my cheeks as wide apart as I could and bent over so he could get right to where we both wanted him to be. “The other guy came in your ass?” “Yes” “Slutty. I love it.” He pushed his face back in sucked and licked at my asshole. It felt amazing. I took big hits of poppers and lost myself in the feeling of him eating my ass. “Time to get fucked again. Bend over.” “Yes sir.” I assumed the position on the bench and reached back to spread my ass cheeks. “I think with that big load in there and everything else there is enough lube. I want to make sure you can really feel my cock.” “I’m ready. Give it to me.” He handed me his bottle of poppers. “Try these. I ordered them from Europe. Way better than what we can get here.” I opened them up and took a sniff. Right away I could tell these were way better than even my favorite brand of poppers. I held them to my nostrils and inhaled as deeply as I could. Switching nostrils I took multiple deep hits on both sides. The poppers hit like a truck. All of my consciousness was focused on my ass. I wanted his cock in me so bad I couldn’t stand it. The head of his cock pushed against my asshole. Not only did my ass let him in, it opened up and begged him to come in. He slid all the way in in one controlled push, pulled out and kept just the head of his cock inside. “Ready?” More hits of poppers and I handed the bottle back to him. “Ready.” He shoved his cock back in almost violently. In other circumstances it probably would have hurt like hell, but since I had been already opened up and because his cock was lubricated by the cum already in my ass, it hurt in a good way. He fucked me hard and fast. He didn’t care if I wanted it. I had let him and now my ass was his. Lucky for me I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could. Time became weird. I think he fucked me for a good long time, but I couldn’t be sure. He kept giving me the poppers and I kept hitting them. “Check it out.” I looked out the open door of the booth. A young guy was there, cock sticking out over a pair of shorts, jerking it and watching. He was skinny, black and had a big cut cock. “You’re a complete slut. You are letting me own your ass and letting this guy watch. Say I own your hole.” “You own my asshole.” “Say you want my cum.” “Please give me your cum. Please breed my slut hole.” “What if I tell you to let this guy fuck you when I am done.” “He can fuck me too.” “Will you take his cum?” “I want his cum too.” The bear grunted and told me his load was on the way. This guy didn’t stop fucking as he came. He grunted with each spurt of cum but kept jack hammering my ass until he was completely spent. “You want some of this?” He was talking to the black guy standing out in the hallway. “Come and fuck this slut.” The guys traded places and the black guy shoved his cock in my ass without any preamble. He must have been close to orgasm to begin with because he didn’t last more than 20 or 30 seconds before he buried himself and added his cum to the two loads already there. He milked his cock into my ass, pulled out and left. The bear asked me if I was ok. “That was fucking amazing.” He told me he was going to the bathroom. I reached back to feel my hole. I stuck a finger in my ass, amazed by how puffy and loose it was. I could feel the cum in my ass. I didn’t want it to leak out yet. The bear came back and handed me a bunch of paper towels. Hear you go bud. You can have my booth if you want. I’m going home. I thanked him again and stuffed a wad of paper towels in the back of my underwear to soak up and cum that leaked out on my way home. I went to the bathroom and tried to put myself together, so I didn’t’ look like I just took three loads in my ass. I was only marginally successful. I left the private area and walked toward the exit. My friend the clerk caught my eye and asked if I enjoyed my movie. All I could do is smile and nod my head. When I got home, I went to the toilet and sat down. I bent over so I could see my the cum that was dripping out of my ass. I pushed to see how much would come out. Huge globs of cum slid out of me into the toilet. I pushed more. More cum came out. The feeling made my cock hard. I jerked my cock a few times and shot a huge load. It wasn’t quite at the level of what I did back before rehab at the baths in Phoenix, but it was pretty close.

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

Yes, being positive and having poz sex is euphoric for me. I set up my own conversion party. I know the dates of the weekend I was infected and I know the date on which I converted. I celebrate both anniversaries each year and still am in touch with two of the three guys who infected me.

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I'm a fan but more of forced feeding where the feedee is a bit reluctant and not in control of his body!

Raw Top, this is certainly your site and you have the right to do with it as you please, however, one critical thing which you might have missed is the federal and medical definition of an AIDS diagnosis. As you state, "In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used)." This is not fully accurate. It can also be a combination of both infections and CD4 count. Under the CDC rules adopted years ago once these criterion are met, the individual has an AIDS diagnosis. Further, this diagnosis is PERMANENT. I had been diagnosed with Pneumocystis Jirovecii (a fungal pneumonia) and 3 other opportunistic infections which did not show physically. I was hospitalized. However, at that moment I was given an AIDS diagnosis, which would NEVER change, even when I was undetectable. All local, state, and federal medical paperwork will show that I have AIDS. "The CDC has also developed a list of opportunistic infections (OIs), cancers, and conditions that are considered AIDS-defining conditions (see below). If you live with HIV and one or more of these infections or conditions, you have a diagnosis of AIDS, no matter what your CD4 count is or how it changes in the future. This does not necessarily mean you are sick or will get sick in the future. It is just the way the public health system counts the number of people who have had advanced HIV disease ( [think before following links] https://www.thewellproject.org/hiv-information/aids-defining-conditions#:~:text=AIDS stands for Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. AIDS,a CD4 cell count of 200 or less) From the Dr. Bob Frascino, via The Body: "A CD4% less than 14% is an AIDS-qualifying condition, even if the absolute CD4 count is still above 200. Consequently yes, you do have AIDS. Does it make any difference? No, not really. HIV disease comprises a spectrum from the early, often asymptomatic stage all the way to the end stage and death. The term "AIDS" was coined and developed by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) early in the course of the epidemic to help track the spread of the illness. "HIV positive" was not a reportable condition until recently; however, AIDS has been for quite some time. (See below.) Once an AIDS diagnosis is made the diagnosis is not reversible even if your counts improve on combination antiretroviral therapy ([think before following links] https://www.thebody.com/article/can-person-go-aids-back-hiv ) Under the federal guidelines, and by law, I have AIDS, and anything mentioned about me (body part or secretion) is therefore termed within those confines. Ethically it is something which is hard to deal with for many individuals. I completely understand, given your personal experience and what we saw and experienced (and, I do get you there - sans discussion, but I do get you, knowing that circumstances for each individual is different... I get you). Once you have this diagnosis, there is nothing which can be done to remove it from one's medical history. I know exactly where you are coming from and I completely respect your reasoning and your thoughts within these confines. Those years of what we all experienced and saw shall be indelibly etched in our psyche and hearts. However, I would be remiss to not state that there area no medical or legal difference in the ideas of allowing HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving and the banning of the usage of the phrasing or writing of the word "AIDS." Because, there are millions of people, like me, walking around and taking meds, and have a high CD4 count but still are considered as a "person with AIDS" or under federal law and medical guidance, I am a patient with AIDS. Yes, I do agree that words have power. It is just, and let me say again... I GET IT! I DO UNDERSTAND.. THE GODS IN THE PANTHEON, I UNDERSTAND... but the splitting of semantics does not change the fact that for all intents and purposes, in my case, and the case of millions of others, if I was to deal with a legal issue, there is no difference in the words.

You're welcome! My perspective on this: at this point, I know far more people personally who got pozzed when a condom broke than have been pozzed by PrEP failure in the whole world.

love for a top to wash his seed deeper inside with a hot piss load! YES WOOF a golden shower is great too love to drink piss! depends on the scene definitely, either or is hot enough for me!