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------- Chapter 5.3 - Fuckin On The Job ------- His phone buzzed and then buzzed again and again. "What the fuck? Joe muttered as he laid in bed Saturday morning. "Probably Mark sending me stupid cat videos or pics of hot guys I can never fuck" Joe thought. He rolled away from Kyle and picked up his phone and took a look at the first message. It was a pic, alright. But one of his college wrestling coach with a dick on his face. The next message was text and it said "You old coach really loves cock", followed by several more compromising pics. Then "fyi he swallows" and lastly "greedy cumdump. got 3 loads when we left." Joe was confused why Aaron was sending him these pics. He was supposed to be driving Ric around. "WTF?" he sent back. "Your friend and his buddy are sick fucks" then "In a good way" and then "We tagged ur coach for you ;)" Aaron replied. A few minutes later another message came in from Aaron "use pix if u want but clear my info first. burn the mofo!" An hour later he got another message from Dennis. "7 loads in ur old coach b4 he took off." Joe was now intrigued. He sent a message back to Dennis "Whats goin on? got msg from Aaron 2" Dennis replied "Ric set up tag team at ABS. Btm was ur wrestling coach" followed by "I told a few of ur friends n they wanted revenge for what he did to u" and then "Me, Tony, Derrick, Luis, Juan, Steven, and a hot black swimmer bred his ass. Not sure who did him b4 I got there. Ric, Aaron, Nick for sure. more guys showed up after coach left" Joe laughed to himself. As much as he wanted to do something like that himself, he never thought Ric would do it for him. His little bro had his back. -- Ric laid down on the bed once they got back to the room. He was exhausted and a little sore. Aaron and Nick were on the other bed and Aaron couldn't keep quiet anymore. "I sent the pics I got to Joe. I hope you don't mind. I told him what we did, too" Aaron said, with a huge grin on his face. Crawling over to the other bed, he showed Ric the text conversation. Ric laughed before replying "I guess I can't surprise him then. I hope Joe's not pissed that we did it instead of him. Thanks for getting the pics. I got a short video too. That was a lot of fun." Ric thought about the whole morning and smiled, adding "I hope that coach is not on prep and all those loads knock his ass up. Do you know who that guy was that went into the booth after me? He was a sexy fucker. I tried to warn him..." "That was Juan. He's from the club. Dennis passed the word around about what we were up to and several guys wanted to join in and he was one" Aaron explained. "Club?" Ric asked and several seconds later realized which club. Pointing to his biohazard tat, he asked "This club?" "Yeah dummy. That club. And you're the genius going to college" Aaron replied, laughing. "So more guys fucked him after we left?" Ric asked. "Yeah, I don't know how many more. I was just sitting there watching your hot body get more ink" Aaron replied. A few moments later Aaron asked "What did I hear about a porn star?" Ric chuckled before replying "I guess just about everyone knows now. I did a couple porn videos out in California. They tried to obscure my identity, but more and more guys are recognizing me. That was one reason for the new tattoos. Now I look different and hopefully won't get tied to those videos any more." "Fuck, that's cool. Did you do anyone famous?" Nick asked. "The first one was famous, the other three weren't. The first one was fun, the second one sucked and the others were good. Anyway, that's all in the past" Ric said. He looked over and Aaron and Nick were making out again. He leaned his head back and was sound asleep in seconds. Ric woke to the sounds of Nick plowing into Aaron. He looked over and could tell that Aaron was enjoying his boyfriend fucking him. Ric wondered how long they had been together and still loved to fuck each other. He enjoyed fucking all of his friends and a few he was closer to, but they were still just friends. Ric watched Nick get closer to orgasm and the smile on Aaron's face grow. Nick was still plowing Aaron when there was a tap at the door, the lock opened and then the door. Dennis stood there with a nervous looking guy about Ric's age in a hotel uniform. Dennis pushed the guy into the room. "Fuck!" Nick said before pulling his hard shaft out of Aaron's hole. "I brought you guys a treat. Jay here thinks it's OK to fuck while working. I caught him in a storage room getting fucked by one of his friends. If staff gets nailed on the clock, then it better be by a guest or management. It looked like a bad fuck too. Show him how it's supposed to be done" Dennis said. Ric could see fear in Jay's face as he looked around the room. Dennis' expression was more devious. "I have to work another hour. Have fun with him until I get back" Dennis said before turning to Jay and telling him "No stains on the uniform or you will really be screwed." Aaron and Nick were standing there naked, licking their lips while Ric walked closer. The door clicked shut as Ric stopped in front of Jay. "Ever had three guys at once?" Ric asked. "Nnnnnooo" Jay replied nervously. Ric chuckled. "Its easy. First guy opens you up and lubes you with a nice load of cum and then the others can just slide on in" Ric said softly. He felt Aaron and Nick come closer. "Nnnnoo... No cum. I only play safe" Jay replied, glancing between the three guys. Ric's hand unbuttoned the tight uniform pants, letting them drop down. He squeezed Jay's cock through his briefs with one hand and rubbed over his ass with the other. "This is a condom free room. I'm sure Dennis will be very disappointed if there isn't at least a little cum dripping down your leg when he gets back" Ric continued. Aaron and Nick were now standing on either side of Jay, helping him out of his uniform. Ric pushed his sweats and jockstrap off and the four were all naked a minute later. Six hands pushed Jay to his knees and he looked back and forth at the three stiff shafts in front of him. "Come on, Jay. I know this isn't the first time you've been in this position. You know what to do" Aaron said. "I... I know. But this one has a scary tattoo above it and this one has the same one on it... Let me try yours first" Jay said, visibly shaking as he leaned forward and began to lick over Aaron's cock. Ric looked down and saw the dark black biohazard on the top of Nick's cock. "Damn, that's hot. I bet it hurt like a motherfucker" Ric whispered to Nick. Nick nodded back with a grin. Aaron let Jay lick and suck a minute, before putting his hand behind Jay's head to give him a little encouragement. He laughed to himself as he saw his bio tat hovering over Jay's head. Ric waited a few minutes and then gave Aaron a nudge. He let go of Jay's head and pushed him over to Ric. Jay started out tentatively, but soon had the larger cock in his mouth. The longer he sucked, the more relaxed Jay got but was still only able to get half of Ric's cock in his mouth. It was just too thick to take any deeper without gagging. Nick was getting impatient and finally pulled Jay's head over to his leaking cock. Jay made three passes, sucking each cock before getting moved to the next one. Nick only let him suck a few minutes on his third turn before he pulled Jay to his feet and pushed him toward the bed. "Your buddy fuck you doggy or missionary?" Nick asked. "Uh... ummm... I was bent over some boxes" Jay replied, his voice trembling. "Ah, OK. On your back then. I prefer that anyway so I can see a guy's face while I breed him" Nick said with an evil grin. Jay laid on the bed and paused as he watched Ric and Aaron come closer. Slowly he lifted his legs, but not fast enough for Nick. He grabbed each ankle and pushed them back until his cock was pointing right at Jay's quivering hole. "Condom... Please use a condom" Jay begged. Nick chuckled and pressed his bare cock hard against the tight, dry ring. "We told you. It's a condom free room" Nick said. Jay cried out as Nick's cock tried to squeeze inside, aided only by some spit and a little precum. After several tries, the head broke through and Nick forced his way deeper. Jay squirmed and kept yelling as the jolts of pain ripped through his body. "Damn I love watching that tat disappear inside a guy's pussy. If your buddy had bred you, all that cum would help me slide in easier. I'll give you some more spit this time, but you need to be better prepared next time. And for fuck sake, relax that hole" Nick said. He pulled his cock out quickly, spit two gobs on Jay's hole and one on the end of his cock and shoved back in. "FUCK!" Jay yelled out while Nick started to plow in and out. "Once word gets out in the hotel, I'm sure this hole is gonna get a lot looser" Nick said, drilling harder. Aaron whispered in Ric's ear "Fuck me while Nick opens him up. Just don't cum." Ric laughed as Aaron bent over the bed next to Jay. He stood next to Nick and drooled some saliva over Aaron's hole to mix with the precum Nick had leaked into him earlier. Ric felt Aaron relax his hole and with only a little effort was past his outer ring. The hole seemed to suck the first two thirds of his cock in before Aaron gave a few flexes around the shaft. Ric began to drive in and out of Aaron's hole, feeling the moist sleeve gently grip his cock. He looked over and Nick gave him a wink, wordlessly telling him he liked watching Ric fuck his boyfriend. Jay was still groaning with each stroke of Nick's cock, making it clear there still wasn't enough lube inside him. Almost ten minutes after he first entered Jay, Nick started to thrust quickly. "Pull out... Pull OUT!" Jay now begged and got nothing but a sneer from Nick. Seconds later, Nick let out a chuckle followed by two grunts before he started to shoot his toxic seed into Jay's gut. "See, doesn't that feel better with all my cum soothing your sore cunt and soaking in?" Nick asked. A moment later he added "Now it's my boyfriend's turn, cuz there's not enough lube in there for you to take Ric, yet." Ric took that as his cue and dragged his cock out of Aaron's chute. Aaron stood up and whispered to Ric "Fuck that felt good. I'm lookin forward to a lot more later." He slid into Jay's waiting hole only a few moments after Nick pulled out. Almost immediately he was plowing into the hole, getting more groans from Jay. There may have been more lube in his hole, but the damage Nick had done still gave Jay considerable pain. Nick was surprised when Ric started licking over his still hard cock shortly after he was out of Jay's ass. Ric moaned loudly as his tongue cleaned Nick's cock. By the time he finished savoring the creamy mixture, Aaron was pounding Jay's battered hole. Jay kept begging and pleading for him to "stop" or "slow down" or "don't cum in him," but Aaron ignored him. His thrusts got harder, if anything. He'd fucked longer than Nick, but soon he was nearing the point of no return. His grunts competed with Jay's screams until he buried his cock in and fired off his toxic bullets into another victim. Ric smiled as he watched the pink cum dribble out of Jay's ass on to the floor. He put his hand over Jay's mouth and pushed into the tortured hole. "Shit... three fucks, two loads and he's still struggling to take my dick anywhere near as good as you did, Aaron" Ric said, grinning back at Aaron and Nick. Jay squirmed and tried to pull away from Ric's intrusion, but Ric held him tight. A few hard plunges later and Jay just whimpered while Ric continued to drive into the abused hole. Minutes later, it seemed that Jay had given up his fight and while Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock into Jay, that's all he needed. His fuck with Aaron earlier had gotten him close and Jay's quivering, cum filled hole was quickly getting him the rest of the way. Ric heard the door open and close, but was too engrossed in breeding Jay to bother to look back. He grunted a few times and bent over Jay, pushing his legs back, before his cock started to pulse. Each throb pumped more viral seed into Jay's sloppy hole. Ric stared at Jay, seeing the panic in his eyes. He knew Jay enjoyed part of the fuck, since he did moan some, but there were more times where he was in obvious pain. Ric pulled his cock out and let Jay's legs back down. He looked around and Aaron and Nick were joined by Dennis. "I heard you guys down the hall. Good thing I kept these rooms empty" Dennis said. Ric smiled back at him and said "He's all lubed up, ready for your strain." Dennis laughed "Nah, you guys probably wore him out. Besides, I don't fuck family." Everyone turned to Dennis and looked surprised. "I'm not really family since you won't marry Uncle Corey. But yeah, I'm really sore and tired. Thanks, guys. That was even hotter than I thought it would be. Do you guys think you charged me up?" Jay asked. Aaron was the first to laugh. "This was a setup, right? You wanted us to knock him up?" he asked. Dennis looked over at Jay before explaining "He's been trying to get me to do it since he found out I was poz. As I said, I won't fuck family. I also didn't think he was ready..." "Yeah, dad" Jay said, mocking Dennis' concern. "But I wanted him to experience the chase like I did, not just get pozzed by some random stranger. So... I asked him what was his fantasy pozzing. He said gangbang. I told him that wasn't very original and he'd been reading too many stories on the internet. So I set this up, knowing that Ric was going to be in town and where he is, there's always poz guys and sex. I also trust you guys to not get too crazy but also get the job done" Dennis said, tossing a butt plug to Jay. "He can stay with us a few weeks, we'll make sure he never shoots another neg load" Nick said with a chuckle. "Thanks, but I want to know if tonight was when it happened. My pussy is closed for a couple weeks" Jay said. "There's a backup plan... I have a few other guys for round two if we need it, but you'll get an invite if its required. Too bad Ric won't be around for it" Dennis said. Jay rinsed off and got dressed before he and Dennis walked out of the room, leaving the three there. They sat around and talked for a while. "You think we did it tonight? Aaron asked. "Based on what Nick's cock tasted like, he got torn up pretty good. The bug is probably swimmin in his veins right now" Ric replied. "Speaking of a bug... You owe me some" Aaron said to Ric with a devilish grin. The three guys shared a bed, taking turns swapping loads after their balls had refilled. They finally fell asleep early in the morning and were rudely awakened by a knock at the door. "Wakey Wakey!" Dakota said as he stripped his clothes off. "Someone owes me a good fuck for his bus ride last year" he said, way too cheerfully for that hour of the morning. Ric rolled off the bed and made his way half asleep over to the second bed where Dakota was standing. "Mmm, already hard and ready" Dakota said as he fell to his knees and began to suck. The more he sucked the more alert Ric became. With his cock hard and dripping spit, Dakota climbed on the bed, laying on his back. "Normally I like it doggy, but I want to look at you as you wreck my pussy" Dakota said. Ric chuckled before he pushed his cock to the well used ass. He moaned as he felt the warm loads inside the hole. "You've already been bred" Ric said, plowing faster. "Yeah, I hit the truck stop to drop a few loads and take a few before coming to work. Hope you don't mind" Dakota replied. Ric fucked harder, turning the loads into a frothy mess that was getting pushed out around his cock. Ric heard Dakota moan and Aaron snore. He laughed a moment but then put all of his attention back to Dakota. A few more minutes of pounding Dakota's ass and he felt his balls tighten. Two grunts and a groan later, his cock was shooting another charged load into Dakota's ass to join what was left of the truckers' cum. Ric pulled out and climbed on the bed on his knees. "Your turn" he said, winking. "Only can do a quick one. Gotta get to work" Dakota said. Less than five minutes later, Dakota was walking out of the room and Ric was falling back asleep with a warm load of cum in his ass. The alarm went off and the three showered before Ric packed the few things he brought in his backpack. It was quiet on the drive down until Nick said "I had this real weird dream. I was at a bathhouse and guys were all around us having sex but all I wanted to do was sleep." "Remind me never to go to a bathhouse with you" Aaron said as they pulled up to the airport terminal. (( End of Chapter 5 ))

Part 2: Inside it was dark, except for porn playing on the tv hooked up to a computer across from two double beds. One bed had nothing on it, the other had some clothes and looked like it was being used. Beyond the bathroom, which was closed but with the light and fan on, was a little counter on top of the fridge. On the counter was a tray with a few types of party supplies, some I knew of, others that didnt look like anything I had done before. There was a metal plate with a bunch of pills on them that were mostly crushed up. I saw poppers, what looked like some molly, maybe some coke, and a few other items in baggies and such that didnt make much sense. I started to feel warm and figured I needed to be quick, so I took off some clothes leaving my t-shirt and jock on while holding my poppers in one hand and the phone in another. I checked Manhunt again. He messaged. Hotel guy: “Get on the bed ass up, face down. You can help yourself to some party supplies if you want. Send a message when you are ready.” I took a look at the supplies, decided to try a rip of what looked like coke, and crawled into the bed. The hit was so intense. So much stronger than I was used to or expected and I had a brief moment where I felt like maybe I made a mistake, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I sent a message but everything felt blurry, I think I wrote, “Ready”, but it could have been anything. I tossed my phone next to my head as I buried them in the pillows, took a big hit of poppers, and groaned as I heard the door to the bathroom open. I focused on the sounds in the room, but it felt like the porn was turned up and I couldn’t hear much. There was a loud and hard smack on my ass that drove my face into the pillows even more. It should have heart, but it felt like electricity and made my whole body vibrate. I groaned again. I could tell that I was grinding my crotch into the bed a bit. I had laid down completely flat, with my legs spread a bit, with my ass cheeks visible. I heard him behind me and I assumed his buddy was there too. I took another hit of poppers and it drove me wild. I started grinding my crotch into the bed even more. I wanted to get used. I felt some fingers pulling my ass cheeks apart and a finger poking at my hole. It was lubed and without much resistance it slipped right in. Instantly, I knew something was different. My hole started to sting a bit, but it also felt amazing. I pushed back on his finger, then his two fingers, and soon… it was three fingers. It felt amazing. I heard him groan and felt him lean in close to my body. As he did I felt someone else, assuming his buddy, reach up around my face and put a blindfold over my eyes. This was kind of everything I wanted in my darkest dreams, but normally id feel too scared to even get close to anything like this. The fingers inside me pulled out then pushed back in. The guy inside leaned over and said, “You like to party right? You seem like you are tweaking pretty hard. This lube should help get you ready for us. I know you want it.” I heard the voice of another guy right after. “He left his phone unlocked. Look at all the apps and sites he has open. Messages from tons of guys. You want us to invite them over?” Even though I was fucked, I knew this could get out of hand really quickly, but all I could feel was the radiating heat and energy in my hole and the many horny thoughts dominating my brain. I was considering replying, or at least trying to, but just as I went to open my mouth, I felt a hand and fingers starting to probe my mouth. From the angle it felt like the hand of the guy who was also in my ass. His mouth was next to my head. “Yeh he does. He is going to let us do whatever we want, isn’t that right?” I groaned. In response he said, “in fact, we are not even going to fuck you right away. We are going to bring someone else over. Look, you got a guy on scruff nearby, he said he is ready to fuck. You want that?” I could only groan. He responded. “Just sent him the room number and I am posting a few ads and on a few forums. Today is going to be the best day of your life. Get ready.” All this time he kept his fingers in my mouth and in my hole. “Don’t worry, we will take care of you. Condoms and lube are here.” Nothing made sense, but I knew I was where I really wanted to be. This was going to be a wild day. Time passed quickly. The guys in the room kept up finger fucking my hole and eventually one of them got me to start sucking. Every now and then I would hear a Grindr notification and/or a vibration of a phone. I wasn’t sure it was mine or theirs. I knew I shouldnt have let them use my phone, but I was too horny and too desperate to care. I got progressively more worked up and eventually I was flying. I could tell I was on some sort of blend of drugs, but I wasn’t sure what. I could still feel the stuff from earlier pretty heavily, but it was all just putting me in a state where I felt like I could barely move, but everything felt amazing. I had enough energy to bring the poppers to my nose, but that was about it. I thought I heard a click of the door opening and closing, but I wasn’t sure. I took a big huff of poppers again and felt the guys move away from me with the dick being pulled out of my mouth and the other guy taking his fingers out of my ass. There was a bit of chit chat with a few hellos and such, but I was so tuned out and rolling that I couldnt really register all of it. I did hear the sound of a belt though as it was being undone and then clinking to the floor. I was exposed, I knew I was being stared at by at least two guys, but probably more, maybe just three, the porn was still playing pretty loudly, and I was grinding against the bed again. Suddenly I felt strong hands pull me back towards the end of bed by the ankles. I was roughly pulled back so my legs fell off the bed and my ass was up. Then, I heard his voice. A new voice. “You ready to get fucked?” Then, the sound of what I assumed was a condom wrapper being opened and some lube. I wanted to get fucked raw, but I didnt really have that conversation with the guys. I didnt really have any conversation with the guys. Just a couple horny messages and then I was ass up and blindfolded in the bed, higher than I had ever been. I kept hitting the poppers. I didnt really need them I dont think, but I was enjoying it so much. The darkness of the blindfold and the sounds of the room were mixing together with the sensations in my mind and my body, making me feel like I was vibrating and endless. I was caught up in the experience when I felt the head of a cock slap my ass and poke at my hole. “Dont clench up. Take it.” Then he thrust in. It would have hurt any other time, but he went all the way in right to the balls in one slick thrust. I was prepared having been fucked a little while ago and then being fingered and likely booty bumped by the guys who had the room. I dont know where they were, but I imagined they were enjoying the show. The guy inside me started to piston in and out. I wanted it raw, but I couldnt really think or speak much. I just groaned. With my left hand I started to reach back. I wanted to feel his body, maybe touch his cock, but I couldnt get there. He grabbed my hand and pulled it up behind my back with force. “No. No touching.” He thrust hard a few times and then threw my arm back towards the front of the bed. I decided to keep hitting the poppers. I heard some chuckles from across the room from what sounded like the direction of the other bed. I was getting fucked and I was being watched liked I was their own personal JustFor.Fans. The guy inside me started pumping deep long strokes, with a fast pump in and a slow pump out. In, with a quick jab, out with a slow pull. I was loving it. He thrust in quickly and started picking up the pace when I felt it. The condom snapped. He paused. I wanted it raw anyway and I didnt want to say anything, so I just groaned. He thrust again, paused, pulled out just so his head was inside me, and held it there. Then thrust in again. I heard more chuckles and sounds of admiration from across the room. I guess they were enjoying the show. The guy inside me seemed to throw caution to the wind and decided to go for it. He started hitting a really deep rhythm and kept it up. He leaned over my body, positioning his arms to the side of me with his head just above mine and little to the right. He was breathing heavy and it sounded like he couldnt quite catch his breath. In, out. In and out. “Fuck yeah” he said, this time from right beside my right ear. “Fuck yeah… take it. Keep it loose.” These words drove me wild and I had a hard time not clenching. “Don’t clench. Keep it loose. The harder you clench, the harder im going to fuck.” Those felt like a challenge I couldn’t avoid. His words were like fire and everything felt like it was burning. I could feel my hard cock straining against the bed and every thrust caused electricity to shoot through my body. I would clench and he would grunt and then slam into me hard. He was getting close. I heard some noise from the other side of the room and then a dick was at my mouth again. I dont know if this was someone new, or one of the original guys. It didnt feel like the dick from before, smaller and cut, but thick and meaty. I was beginning to appreciate its rise in my mouth when I heard the guy inside me groan and plow deep. “Fuck yeah. Take it. Fuuuuck”. He pistoned in and out a few more times, holding himself deep inside me as he did, and then slowly, he pulled out of me. I was pretty sure the condom was shredded and I was just hit with a second load of jizz in my hole. I whimpered on the cock that was in my mouth. I heard a bit of chit chat from behind and I think I heard one guy say, “I couldnt help myself. I hope he is clean.” Followed by the slam of a door and then the feeling of fingers going in my ass. I heard a voice from before, one of the original two guys. “That guy just shot a huge load in you. Did you like that?” as he pushed his fingers inside me. I just groaned. “Yeh bitch. Might as well give you some more.” All I could think was, fuck yeh, this is what I wanted.

Chapter 17 The Kid did a great job of drenching the Pig. We know he had drank some of that mess and had it all over his face and chest. It smelled pretty bad. The Pig was placed on the fuck bench and strapped on it. At the same time the Kid was released from the Sling The Kid was helped up and after he was able to stand guys were looking. Here was a Kid that looked like a teenager that had been slammed, given who knows how many booty bumps, Had multiple chem piss load shot up his ass and down his throat, and had a raging 7” boner. This Kid was truly a gem. A guy said “ You can get even if you want, rape that Pig’s asshole. With that the Kid walked over and gave the Pig a couple hard swats on the ass cheeks. He grabbed the plug and twisted it some. The Pig stared to say something then stopped. I guess he figured that telling someone to stop would only make it worse. He was right. The Kid reached under the Pig to feel his cock, he looked surprised and said “ You sure this is a guy? I don’t feel a cock ?” We all laughed at that. The Kid asked “ Can I fuck him? “. Everyone started saying yes, and piss in him if you can. The Kid reached for the plug and tugged on it. He said “ Feels like it is stuck “. Someone said “ Rip out of the Pigs hole “. With that the Kid grabbed it and pulled it hard. It popped out of the hole and left it gaping. The Kid looked around and got a devilish smile on his face. He reach over to a pile of shards, grabbed a big one and with two fingers he thrust it up the Pigs open drooling hole. The pig didn’t say much at first then that well known burn hit him. Even stretched and abused as his ne cunt was he could feel it. He went up and all he said was “ FUCK ! “ the Kid replied with “ If you insist “. He shoved his cock in the Pig’s ass. The Kid said “ He is really loose, my girl friends cunt is tighter than this”. The Kid stated piston fucking the Pig. He had a got rhythm going when he said I can’t get off, he is to loose. Someone walked up behind and put four fingers in the Pig’s cunt with the Kid’s cock. The Kid said “ Oh yeah. That is much better “. The Kid started breathing harder and then said “ Take my load you sexless Pig”. The thrust forward and stayed still. The guy with the fingers up the pig also said “ I can feel him shooting in the Pigs ass, He is really throbbing hard, filling him up “. I knew that between the party a couple weeks ago and tonight the kid was probably shooting a toxic load up the Pig’s ass. I was hoping that this would be the first of many conversions that the Kid could own. The Kid pulled out and you could see the cum running down the Pigs legs. He was a mess. We untied the Pig and he started up the steps. He hesitated for a moment looking back, someone told him to go to the showers and get cleaned up. The also said “ There is a guy up there named Frank. He will be in the dark area. If you need more look for him, he will take care of you “. I didn’t know Frank was still alive or there for that much. The Kid saw me and my friend and came over, knelt down in front of us and stared taking turns sucking our cocks. He looked up at me and said “ I hope your still going to invite me to your next party .” All I thought was, are you kidding? Your training is not quite done yet. I said “ You still have a bit to learn, and yes, you will be invited “. I shot my last load of the night down the Kid’s throat. I got cleaned up in the showers and I thought I heard the Pig moaning but I wasn’t sure. I headed home for the night, it was already past 4am. I checked the Kid later in the week and asked him how it went after I left. He said he never came again but got several more loads up his ass and left the bath house at about 5m the next day. At least that is what time he thought it was. He said that it got slow and no one wanted to play anymore. All the guys there were older bottoms and that he was tired and couldn’t get off anymore. He did say he blew on more load up a guy’s ass but he had no idea who it was. He said that hi girl friend came back in town and the first night she was over they fucked all night. I told him to let me know in a couple weeks I he wanted to come to the next party, he said he wanted to and would check with me for the day and time. I thought there might be a couple things to try on him yet. The End I hope everybody has enjoyed this segment of the Kids story.

I had decided to go off my meds to mark my 20th anniversary of converting to POZ. My return to toxicity was to coincide with the beginning of my three month winter vacation on my favorite Mexican nude beach. I had been pozed during my very first visit to this out of the way beach town. My pozer was a handsome Mexican about ten years younger than myself, probably in his mid 30's. He had a slim, fit body but the outstanding feature was his gorgeous smile that lit up his entire face. Those warm inviting eyes just pulled me in and cemented my desire to submit to anything he had to offer. When I first noticed him standing still in a crowd of dancers on the beach I was taken by his smile but certain it was not meant for me. I was sure he was cruising the four naked gym bunnies dancing behind me. I certainly would have been if I thought I'd have half a chance. I couldn't figure out why he made no move to approach them. He just stood there and smiled in their direction. I couldn't help it, but I tried not to stare at him. His smile was so magnetic. I realized I was loosing the internal staring battle and decided on another tack. I danced over beside him and when I knew I had his attention motioned to the four and said 'yeah, they are hunks aren't they?' He smiled and shook his head. In broken English he said, "I saw you last night in the street. I said to myself what a handsome man." You could have pushed me over with a feather. I stuttered, "Oh ... uh ... um ... d ... do you wanna dance." We began to seductively dance around each other. Even though many were dancing naked he was wearing shorts and an open button down shirt, I was dancing in very baggy shorts that kept threatening to slip off. About the fifth time I reached to pull them back up he grabbed the waistband pulling me in for a close dance. We could now feel each other's erections through the shorts. He reached inside to hold my hardon and said, "Let's go take care of these. " I had no intention of resisting as he took my hand and led me down the beach. We soon established he spoke very little English and I speak no Spanish. He wanted me to know up front that he only plays the active role. I assured him I love the passive bottom role. He then led me to his impressive home by Mexican standards. Without fanfare we were toasting with shots of mezcal, three each in quick succession. Suitably tipsy any of our remaining clothes were quickly ripped off. I was led upstairs and under the mosquito netting on his bed. I immediately went down on his nine inch thick cock. His instant moans made it clear he was enjoying my oral technique and I was not disappointed that his fingers were already playing with my hole. He let me deep throat him for a while and tested my endurance by holding my head down from time to time. I love drinking down a load, especially if it's going to shoot against my tonsils but I had no desire to miss a ride on his beautiful fuck stick. I was relieved when he moved me up on my hands and knees and dove in to eat me out. There was lots of spit, tongue fucking and fingers stretching my hole. Clearly he had lots of experience preparing tight asses for the onslaught of his massive tool. Remember this was twenty years ago, condoms were the norm in hookup culture. Most of the time you didn't even need to say anything, you could usually count on the top to automatically sheath up. That's why I was a bit surprised when he introduced his raw cock head to my bare hole. Without checking my assumption I decided he was just teasing me and decided I would tease him by pushing back . 'Just the tip' I thought, 'how could that hurt. ' With his raw cock head penetrating my hole I turned enough to see his face. He winked and bathed me in that stunning seductive smile. Every thought went out of my head and I became pudy just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. He raised his eyebrows which I interpreted as him daring me and without a thought we both participated in him suddenly being balls deep bareback in my ass. If there was a thought in my mind it was 'fuckin dominate me man, take whatever you want. ' After giving my ass a moment to adjust he leaned into my ear and whispered, "ready?" I just nodded my head and he laid into a powerful doggy style pounding of my ass. I was so engrossed by the fuck that I totally forgot we had no protection. Totally lost track that a stranger was barebacking me for the first time in about 15 years. Twenty minutes of "harder", "deeper" and we were both soaked in sweat and panting like dogs. I motioned for a break and he pulled out of me. I instantly wanted him back in but he had left the room. He returned with a joint and glasses of water. Leaning against the bed head we shared the joint and topped up on water. Our free hands were stocking each other's cocks back to hardness. Soon he was maneuvering my head to line my mouth back up with his cock. Without much thought I gobbled it down. Soon he was lining up to take my ass missionary style and even though I watched his raw cock slide in I didn't protest or resist. I was in fuck heaven, my ass was his to do as he pleased. Besides his magnificent eyes kept me mesmerized. After about twenty minutes he had moved my legs over my shoulders and bent me in half. The full weight of his body pinned me in this awkward position. It hurt a great deal, but even more so I was ecstatic that he was totally in control and claiming me so fully. He'd become a drill press and his big raw cock the bit punching deep inside my very being. One thought dominated my mind by this point. 'I just want to make him cum. ' 'I want to give him the pleasure of an awesome orgasm. ' My excitement and anticipation grew as his breathing grew more and more erratic. One final thrust, he pinned my tortchered body and shot rope after rope deep into my guts. My first raw load in years. I was over the moon! He asked me to stay the night. We spooned with him at my back and quickly fell into a deep sleep. In the wee hours of morning we awoke a couple of times and each time he proceeded to drill press another load deep into my vulnerable guts. He cooked breakfast as I showered. I came down only wrapped in a towel and found him finishing up working only in a short sirong. As we sat across from each other I let my eyes drop from his gorgeous smile and for the first time focused on admiring his slim body. No six pack, but very close. Well defined hairless chest and shoulders but not gym manicured. Only then did I realize he had two black tattoos. The first a simple arrow on the side of his stomach pointing toward his cock. The second a small black plus sign to the left and slightly above his sexy left nipple. I chocked on my coffee. "Ah ... um .... fuck man, is that what I think it is?" "What?" "The tattoo on your chest?" "Si." "You're HIV positive?" "Si" "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" "Why?" "I've got three of your loads in me. You may have infected me!" "Si, didn't you want?" "What the fuck man! What made you think I wanted to be pozed? " "I never hid it, my shirt was open when we met. You came home with me to get fucked, no?" "Yeah, but I hadn't seen the tattoo." "You didn't stop me ... ask for condom." "How long? How long have you been poz?" "Si, quattro " "Four years?" "No months." "Meds?" "No." "Fuck man you could be very toxic!" "Si, very toxic." "Have you infected other guys?" "Si, si, dose" "Did they know it was you?" "Uno si, dose no. We were drunk." "What did he do when he found out?" "Left his wife and had me fuck him again." "And the first guy asked for it?" "Si, si! Begged for it like you. 'Breed me, fuckin breed my ass!' " "I didn't beg for it." "Si, si, second time. And third 'fuckin A man, fuckin knock me up ' begged for my toxic letche. " "Holy fuck man ... no!" Opening his sirong and waving his massive tool he asked "You no want?" All said with that seductive smile and those warm inviting eyes. I was on my knees with his cock deep in my throat in an instant. Next thing I knew I was bent over the breakfast table taking him up my ass. RAW, BAREBACK! This time he had asked before sliding in, "condom?" "Yes" He moved to go get one and was opening the packet as he moved back in behind me. Just as he was about to roll it on I was surprised to hear my voice ... "wait... wait ...why bother? ... fuck me raw, knock me up if you already haven't!" And he did, breeding me several times per day for the next three days 'til I flew home. Two weeks to the day of taking his first toxic loads I was admitted to hospital sick as a dog. Now it was twenty years later and I was going back to celebrate my conversion with style. What better way than to breed and poz some ass. He and his partner had also taken med breaks so they'd be toxic to recharge me; and, as many other negative guys as my three months would permit.

I don’t know if someone else is in the same position. I only enjoy it when I am ass up, face down, getting bred by strangers. I am addicted to the feeling I have when I am high on poppers and hear one stranger talking dirty to me, telling me that I am a cum whore and that is my only purpose in life. I love the feeling of being just a worthless slut and having a top fucking me raw telling me so.

And my second and third. The third guy, who had the biggest hands got in really deep and shoved his cock in too. It was amazing and I can’t wait to do it again. The pic is from the third guy.

Part 1 I had been chatting on Grindr with this guy on and off for a few months. We have met in person, but we never really hit it off. Different friend groups and all that. Now though, I realize, he probably just thought I was a bit of a downer or not that exciting. Our chats started off innocently enough. I had a blank profile, so did he. My side of the chat was definitely hesitant. I hadn’t partied in a long time and aside from some chatting and looking for dates, Grindr wasn’t really a place for me to get what I thought I needed. Perhaps I didn’t really know what I needed? I am a pretty average guy, slim to medium build, at this time in my life I was in my mid-to-late 20's and I had really starting exploring my sexuality. I also was really stuck in the party scene. I started off innocently enough, a few "accidents" or experiments with drugs my friends offered. It was mostly about dancing and having fun and I didn't buy anything myself. I just took what was offered. Soon though, I was buying. I started buying for the dancing and the time with friends, but then I soon started buying with the intent of bringing some home. Eventually, I was partying a lot, a few nights a week. Poppers didnt help. I was able to be relatively tame for the most part, but often found my inhibitions lowered after a bit of coke or a few hits of poppers. I didnt fuck much on molly or anything else, but I knew It was supposed to be fun. I often tried dating and most friends, family, and colleagues assumed I was pretty innocent. Only a select few friends knew I even partied. For the most part, it felt like I was living a double life. I loved chatting online, but mostly just chatted and never took it any further. Having roommates and being fairly broke didn't help. However, I did my best to push my boundaries intentionally in some places, and unintentionally in others, especially if I was high. As the weeks went on, and if I was drinking, stoned, and using poppers, my messages would open up a bit. He sent a dick pic early on, I shared a shot of me standing and in my jock. It was a Tuesday evening when I fully started to open up. He was horny and I was jerking off before bed. He asked, “You ever like to party?” I told him I did, but that it has been a while. We had chatted a bit, mostly small talk, but not taking the convo too far. However, tonight it escalated quickly and I wasn't sure why or how, but I was enjoying the convo. Him: "I wanna get you high and fuck." This hit all the right buttons for me, but in the end, I was still feeling so much guilt and shame about the double life. Me: "That sounds hot. I'm nervous though." Him: "I understand. Would it help if I showed my face? " I was worried I would need to send my face, so I was hesitant. I also love having an anonymous encounter. In the time it took me to consider it, he sent a face photo. Once I realized who it was, I lost interest a bit. I considered blocking him and moving on, but something kept me slightly interested. The fact that I knew him from my day-to-day life, not just the hook up scene, made it feel like I had a confidant. Someone I could share my interests with. He was a hot guy, tall, dark skin, pretty confident but also a bit goofy and I definitely wondered what he was like in bed, but never explored it further. The dick pic he sent early on in our anon chats was a beautiful one. Large, uncut, wet, and ready to point. But it still felt wrong, after a few minutes, I responded. Me: Hey, yeh we know each other. It is Simon. I assumed this would be buzzkill to the situation, but he just kept on with it. Him: Oh hey, so yeh, do you party? At this point I was pretty horny, so I opened up a bit. Sharing my interests, my fears, but also just my lack of experience in general. He ate it up. Him: Fuck man, I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you after you come home from the bar? We can keep the party going. This sounded really hot. It also lined up with how likely it would be that I would actually entertain the thought of getting fucked up and used late at night, after I had been out partying. I told him I was interested, but that I usually lost my nerve. He didn’t care. He kept on. Him: Message me this weekend when you are out partying. I want to feel the build up. When you leave to go home, send me a message and Ill come meet you. I agreed. We set it up for that Saturday night/Sunday morning. At this point in my life I was partying quite a bit so I wasnt worried about it happening, I was more worried at how likely it was to happen. The rest of the week went by and we didnt chat much. I just nervously went through the week, knowing that I was going to be home alone Saturday and Sunday and the conditions were right for me to get used. Saturday evening arrived. I mostly forgot about our arrangement until the end of the night. I got pretty messed up, using some coke and drinking, but headed home before the bar closed. Maybe I did it intentionally, maybe I just forgot and I was tired and needed to rest. Either way I found myself walking home the 20 minutes to get to my place, in the dead of winter, and opening up Grindr. There were a few messages, mostly just intro chats, but nothing from him. I went to our last message and saw that he was online. I thought about writing him, but just as I opened our chat there was a message from him. Him: “What’s up? Ready to meet up?” I told him I was walking home and I was ready. I was nervous, but also, I was just really ravenous for dick. Him: “where you at? Im just getting in a cab, Ill come get you.” I sent him the address and waited. Minutes later he was there. I hopped in the cap and we headed to my place. We didn’t really talk much, but we both had grindr open and we were messaging each other there. Sitting next to him I could feel my hard on growing and I could see his pants were getting tight. Him: “Fuck man, I am so horny. You have me so curious. I want to cum inside you.” Until this point, we didnt really talk about safe sex or taking any precautions. It was also already too late because I was horny and high. I just wrote back, “fuck yeh”, as the car pulled up outside my apartment. He paid, we got out, and we wordlessly walked inside. I led him to the kitchen and said “help yourself, I will be right back. Just gonna take a shower”. Before I could leave he said, “Wait, take this” and handed me two pills. I swallowed them and jumped in the shower. By the time I got cleaned up, I was rolling hard. My body felt electric. I could hear the sound of porn coming from the kitchen. I came out hard and wet and saw him sitting at the kitchen table cutting up lines of powder while watching porn on his phone. It was anon cumdump style porn. I was electric. “You want some?” He said as he took a rip. I walked over and grabbed the straw and hit a few lines. I was flying. While this was happening he was slapping and kneading my ass cheeks. I was naked in the kitchen and he was fully clothed. I turned around and started walking towards the bedroom. I felt like I was floating and it was hard for me to focus. I turned on my computer, booted up a Treasure Island Media cumdump video, put on a jockstrap and grabbed my poppers and then fell face first into the bed. The volume was up really loud and I could barely see, so the sound of men thrusting into the bottoms on the video mingled with my surroundings. I was feeling great. I felt him come up behind me and I realized he wasn’t clothed anymore. I looked back a bit and saw that his cock was rock hard. He spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down his cock. He looked me in the eye, smiled, and said, “Fuck yeh. You want this dont you? You want to get fucked raw?” I could only whimper in response. He entered me. I was too high at this point to remember much of what happened. Just felt so overwhelmed by it all and I was enjoying myself. The sound of the porn, the feeling of his huge cock inside, and the deep and intense feelings of the party supplies had me in a trance. It went on for a while, but it felt like it was over to soon. I don’t really remember when he got off, but suddenly he pulled out of me. I had enough in me to ask “did you cum?” He gasped, and said, “yeh man. I came like 3 times. You are flooded. I gotta go though, gotta meet friends for brunch.” I realized then that it was morning already. I reached back to feel my hole and it was true, I was deeply flooded. I felt loose. I also still felt so horny. Instead of being completely out of it, I was just horny and buzzing hard. He got up and tucked his softening cock into his briefs, pulled on the rest of his clothes and said, “I gotta jet. I left you a few treats in the kitchen”. With that he slapped my ass and walked away. I was left laying ass up in bed, coming down a bit, but still pretty high. I know I got used, but I wanted more. I walked to the kitchen, used the rest of the treats he left behind, and soon felt ravenous again. The drugs, the poppers, and my cummy hole had me flying. I had fun, but I wasn’t finished. I needed more, but I wanted it anon. I crawled onto my bed and played with myself a bit while looking at other guys. I booted up the usual apps and sites and started cruising. It was early morning and the sun was starting to come up, but I imagined there were probably some guys looking to play. Shortly after I got a message from a profile on Manhunt, an older guy who had a photo of his body in boxer briefs, fairly average looking, but a decent size package. His message was short and sweet. Him: “You looking? Buddy and I are in a hotel looking to play with another guy, bttm preferably”. The next round of treats were causing me some difficulty in responding, but I tried my best. I figured I might as well go right in and be honest. Me: “Yeh. Horny here to get fucked anon.” A few seconds passed. He just replied with the address and room number and told me to come on over. I called a cab and started putting myself together. I went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, but I was also struggling a touch. Too horny and high to do anything easily, but I did my best. The cab was there within a few minutes so I pulled on a few clothes, even though I was still wet, some sunglasses, and headed out the door. I managed to pull on a jock strap, some sweatpants, tshirt, a hoodie, and a jacket. As I sat in the cab I tried to think rationally, but I was too warm, horny, and buzzing to feel much else besides lust and hunger for more cock. My clothes felt sticky, maybe from the warmth or maybe from not drying myself off enough. I could feel my cock leaking through the jockstrap and I was fairly sure I was at risk of having a wet spot on the front and back of my sweats. The cabby tried talking to me, but I wasn’t responding much. I just kept refreshing apps. The drive from my place to the downtown hotel wasn’t long, I probably could have walked if I had the awareness or the energy. As the cab started to pull into the hotel, I got another message from the guy off of Manhunt, plus a few other messages from other guys. Hotel guy: “You close? We are pretty horny. Partying a bit here as well, is that cool? How anon do you want it? We can blindfold you?” I couldnt respond much, I just replied “Here. That’s hot. Coming up.” Hotel guy: “Hot. We will wait in the bathroom and you come in and lay down on the bed.” I just wrote back, “Cool. Getting in the elevator.” It didn’t take long. I didnt look at the front desk people, I just floated through the lobby into the elevator. There were a few people hanging about, but mostly I didnt notice. I was too focused on getting to the room before my high wore off. I can get nervous and back out. As soon as the elevator doors started to close I pulled out my poppers and took a bit hit. The elevator moved up, I was headed to the 11th floor, but I only got two floors before it stopped. A family with young kids came in. Where I had taken the hit of poppers, I was reeling. I was so grateful for the sun glasses. I tried to look relaxed and like everything was cool by looking at my phone, but I ended up dropping it. The family said a few words to me but nothing really registered. I bent over to pick up my phone and I felt the strap of my jock pop out of the top of my sweats and show my skin. While bent over, my glasses fell off. Everything was a mess. I scrambled a bit, but as I reached for my phone another hand grabbed it. I looked up and it was what i assumed was the father of the children, who looked me in the eyes as I reached for the phone and we stopped and stared at each other for a second. I started getting hard immediately. It was an awkward moment for me as he looked at me. The elevator stopped and it showed we were on the 10th floor. I heard some noise from who I assumed to be his wife or partner and the kids, and they started shuffling out the door. The other man gave me my phone as the rest walked off, then as they got out he lingered slightly, turned back towards me, and gave me a wink. I felt myself melt. The elevator closed and that was that. Between this floor and the next I pulled myself together as best I could and thought, man, that guy was hot. I wish he was fucking me too. I stepped out of the elevator, rock hard, and when I looked down I could see I was tenting and seeping through. I tucked my dick up into the waistband and opened manhunt to say a message that I was on the floor. No other response, so I decided to head in. I knew what I was getting into somewhat, but I didnt care. I was too high, too focused on getting used, and throwing caution to the wind slightly. I got to the hotel room door, did a final scan for a message, wrote “Im coming in” and opened the door. I wasnt sure what this experience was going to bring, but I was letting go of control. To be continued.

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In 2019, I found my cousin on Grindr. For about 2 or 3 months, I went back and forth on whether or not to hit him up. We had an awkward car ride to the store on Thanksgiving where we were both cruising profiles. We were looking at each other’s profile but I was too scared to do anything. Later on he asked if I wanted to hang out and I said yes. I ended up at my aunt and uncle’s house and we sat in his car in the garage where I went down on him. After that we started having full on sex and it was intense. Then the pandemic started and things fizzled out, but we’re still close. He’s one of the most talented tops I’ve ever slept with and I’m pretty sure I’d hookup with him again if he offered.

Chapter 16 It was getting late and the place was filling up with people from the bars. I knew it would be a different crowd here. Not quite so sadistic but guys that needed to get off in anything. The Pig was breathing heavily now trying to recover from the brutal throat fucking he just got. The guy with this hand up his ass stared pulling it out. You cold clearly see the Lips that were formed being pulled at, His rosebud was developed into a nice looking pussy. One of the guys said “wait a minute. Lets keep that open “. He found a large butt plug and coated it with that special lube. Then the guy pulled his had few they immediately pushed the plug in. The Pig said no more, that burns even more. A guy walked over and said “ If we let you out you have one more thing to do “. The Pig pleaded “ Anything. I will do anything “. He was already moving his hips around that huge plug in his ass. They untied him from the sling and helped him out. He was told to sit on a old wooden chair. He sat down slowly until one of the guys pushed him down on it harder, driving that plug deeper. He was moving around on it, grinding the plug deeper. His hole was on fire and needed filled and stretched. Horse said he was done and started pulling out of the Kid. He told the Kid “ Tighten up when I come out, try to keep all that mess inside you. you might need it later”. Before he cold get all the out one of the guys pulled the Pig over and told him if he ate the kids ass and anything that came out he could go upstairs if he really wanted to. The Pig looked a little hesitant but the grinding on the plug told us we had a Pig slut up for anything. He was pulled over to the bottom of the sling the Kid was in and ass Horse’s cock popped out his head was pushed up to the Kid’s dripping cunt. The lips of the Kid’s ass stayed out a little. The Pig started licking on the Kid’s puffy ass lips and one of the guys pulled and pushed on the plug logged into the Pig’s ass. This had the desire effect of making the hold burn more and at the same time pushed the Pig’s mouth over the Kid’s bruised and swollen hole. The Pig started sucking n it like his life depended on it. The Kid was moaning “ That feels so good. Don’t stop. I am about to leak it out.” Someone said “ Kid, don’t let any of that charged baby batter and chem piss out. We want to make sure you get Pregnant.” Then they followed “ Hey Pig, You have to make the Kid lose control and give you all that tasty cum to drink like a good Pig”. They started slowly working the plug up the Pig’s ass. He was moaning and whimpering. He was n a super heat condition and would do anything at this point. The action was set. Both caught up in the moment. Both wanted to either Keep or get the mixed man juices in the Kid’s ass and bowels. This went one for a few minutes with the Kid wining the competition. The Pig was all but putting his head up the Kid’s ass. He actually bit the Kid’s rosebud to try to make him loose control. The Kid said “ Ouch, He is biting my asshole. That isn’t fair.” Someone walked over and said maybe, maybe not “. With that he grabbed the head of the Pig and pushed it hard to the Kids Hole he had just bit. He told the Kid “ Go ahead, I have him there, get even, Open it up and push it all into his mouth”. You could see the Kid pushing like he was trying to take a monstrous shit. The Pig stared choking and trying to push away. He was getting a full torrent of cum and Chem piss with a touch of blood. It was wild. The guy holding his head said “ This is what you get for trying to cheat. I suspect this isn’t the only place your cheating tonight so one more thing then you can go upstirs and relax some.” The Kid did a great job of drenching the Pig. We know he had drank some of that mess and had it all over his face and chest. It smelled pretty bad. The Pig was placed on the fuck bench and strapped on it. At the same time the Kid was released from the Sling

Spent yesterday at Club Dallas yesterday. I’ve started to take a CBD gummy before I go to get fucked, as it really makes my head spin with poppers. I went to my room and got undressed, put some lube on my hole and headed to the sling in the dungeon area. Almost immediately i someone was poking their cock at my hole. I reached down and felt no condom and guided towards my lubed hole. He pushed in and fucked me for about 5 minutes, then shot a huge load deep in my ass. He walked away and I got up and walked around a bit, sucked a couple cocks in the steam room, then headed back to the sling. Another guy walked and felt my hole, and some of the cum that had leaked out and immediately dove his tongue into my cum filled ass. He licked and slurped and sucked my hole, making me assgasm on his tongue. Then he pushed his cock into me and went back and forth between fucking me and rimming me. It WAS AMAZING!!! A guy was stroking his cock looking down on us from the platform and shot his load all over my face and chest. The entire time I am hitting my poppers and keep hitting such a relaxed state that I almost fell asleep. When #2 had shot his load in me and licked me clean, a train of guys began an assault on my ass. I kept hitting poppers as I was roughly fucked in the sling. I don’t know how many guys fucked me and bred me, but an hour later I was waking up in the sling, with a guy fucking my ass. I have never passed out before from getting fucked or poppers, but I’m thinking the CBD and the poppers knocked me out. When I got out of the sling, there was a huge puddle of cum on the floor which had obviously cum from my ass. I wish I knew how many guys had bred me, but my ass was sloshing from all the cum inside me.

I’ve never had a boyfriend, don’t really believe love exists. However I’m a big believer in fucking anyone, anytime, anywhere I feel like using some fine ass for my pleasure. Living in a southern college town with around 40,000 enrollment there is always a fresh supply of little fags in training wanting their horizons, as well as their holes expanded. Art, dance, education and theater majors always seem to be the most willing to do whatever it takes to please me. Little closeted frat boys pretending to be straight or bi always and I mean always turn out to be bottoms. They’re on Grindr and A4A looking for discreet dick stating “just between us dude.” These types can be pretty fun and definitely readily available. But my favorites are boys cheating on their girlfriends or boyfriends and even guys cheating on their wives. I have several tricks that fit into this category, one comes over twice a month when the boring, prudish, sexless bf is at work. I work my little sub over with fucking, spanking, pissing on/in him, CBT and build up to fisting him for hours. He can’t leave here till he’s pleading and crying with his asshole extended and swollen shut, but he always comes back for morel On several occasions after fucking some new cunt we start talking and I discover that I have also been fucking his boyfriend for some time. They both asked me to keep our littler secret and I’m not one to break up a happy home.

ASSMUNCH “Mom! We have to go. I can’t show up late!” I yelled. She emerged from her bedroom walking like there was no emergency. “Settle down, sweetheart. It takes 15 minutes. You’re so much like your father.” “Bye bro!” Tim flew down the stairs to fling himself into my arms. “Thanks for everything. You better tell us where they’re sending you.” “Don’t wrinkle my uniform!” I didn’t put much force into it though. “Even if I forget, do you think Mom would give Dad’s Commander a moment’s peace until he tracked me down? He probably already knows where they’re sending me anyway. I love you, Tim. Be good for Mom, okay?” I hugged him back tightly.. He let me go. “Where’s Kevin? Is he out front?” I sighed. “He thought it would be too hard to say goodbye today.” I lied. “He went home last night.” “That sucks! I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.” He scowled. Me either, little brother, I thought to myself. But it was okay. It wasn’t goodbye anyway, not in my heart. Instead, I told him “He’ll be back this summer probably. Maybe he’ll hang out with you. You should work out with him. It’s good to cross train, even if you aren’t in track. He’s going for the decathalon. He’s a beast. Indoor nationals are in March and I wish I could watch him compete but who knows where I’ll be.” Mom had her purse and keys. “Let’s go, Mr. Impatient.” I grabbed my backpack from in front of the door and held the door open for her. Tim was now driving my old Trans Am to school but the old girl was not doing well and he shot out the door right after Mom. Maybe my old classic would keep going for him until the end of the school year. I made sure the front door was locked then walked out to the driveway and heard a cheer from Tim. Maybe Mom said he could go to school late and he got to ride with us to Ft. Hood. I reached the corner of the garage and stopped. There was Kevin standing next to Mom’s Toyota Celica talking to her. My heart beat faster and I felt my face flush. He looked at me and I saw that big smile. The relief that hit me caught me unprepared and it was really fucking hard to smile when I almost burst out in tears. He looked so good, like I hadn’t just seen him 12 hours ago and he was wearing the Wranglers. “What?” He called out. “You didn’t want to see me today? Okay, I’ll go.” He joked, turning around. Maybe he did that to flash his gorgeous jeans-encased ass. “Don’t move, you pain in the ass.” I yelled back. I grabbed him in a hug and whispered in his ear “I love you, there’s nothing for me to figure out. Got it?” “Yes, SIR!” He stepped back and tried to execute the absolute worst salute, I half thought it was on purpose it was so bad. Kevin’s dad wasn’t in the Army, he was a civilian contractor that worked in maintenance. I think he was a GS-7… he might actually be a 9 now, who knows? Kevin didn’t talk about his family much. “Don’t call me Sir, and don’t salute me, dumbass. I work for a living. You live in a fucking Army town for Christ’s sake, you should know that.” “Language, Tom!” Mom corrected. “Agh! Sorry Mom. It slipped.” I apologized. “Your hat looks good on you.” Kevin said with a smirk. Now he was just fucking with me throwing out that reminder of Tuesday afternoon. I’d put it on as a matter of habit even though I was just walking to the car and we weren’t on post. Everything Army was just automatic for me at this point. “You should see me with my patrol cap. They’re called caps, or cover, not ‘hats’. Are you coming with us?” I asked him, hoping he’d say yes. “Yeah, if you want. Your mom said it was okay.” He raised his eyebrows. “I want.” I replied. “Say goodbye to Tim, we’ve got to get going.” Kevin gave Tim a body swallowing hug. “See ya brat!” “Can I have your shirt?” Tim asked. “What shirt?” Kevin asked. “That cowboy shirt with the ripped sleeves. You left it in Tom’s room.” Tim explained. “Uh, sure. It doesn’t fit me anyway.” Kevin smirked at me. I shrugged. “It served it’s purpose.” “YES!” Tim shouted. He immediately threw his backpack down and stripped off his sweatshirt. He was wearing the shirt. It was big on him, but he’d fill it out soon. “Tim, dude, you need to wash it first.” I said, a little stunned. I was pretty sure there was at least a little of my dried cum on it. Tim grinned and shook his head. “Nope. Smells like Kevin. It’s perfect. Later, bators!” He climbed in the Trans Am and tore off down the street. “What’s a ‘bator’?” Mom asked. I rolled my eyes. “You don’t want to know, Mom.” Kevin never lost his smirk. I was beginning to think Tim loved Kevin more than he loved me and that made me feel really good. How’d I get so lucky to have this great family? Even if my kid brother was a peeping Tom pervert who liked watching and listening to us fuck, then loved wearing a cum stained shirt to school. We climbed in the Celica, Kevin riding bitch in back behind Mom because of the additional leg room. I was both excited and reluctant to report in. I was so happy Kevin decided to come see me off. Last night was cold in my bed without him even though I understood why he had to leave. It was just easier for him to keep himself in check if we were apart and he needed to get himself right in the head also so that he could deal with being apart from me for who knows how many months. 15 minutes later we were waved through the gate by the MP who executed a disciplined open hand gesture with his elbow at a precise 90 degree angle. He must be either new or dedicated. The sticker on the windshield identified us as military with my dad’s rank and I wondered if the guard got bored of making the same movement for the hundreds of cars that passed through at this time. Cars with an officer’s sticker received a salute which broke up the monotony, I supposed. I had no time for long goodbyes and I was thankful for that. Of course Mom was used to that as well as the no-hug, no lipstick kiss rule for full dress. But I gave her both anyway. Kevin gave me a folded up piece of paper and a handshake, but his eyes gave me the kiss and hug we couldn’t have here on base. Sure, we could try for a casual ‘just bros’ hug but I knew we wouldn’t be able to stop ourselves there and it may turn into the kind of hug you wouldn’t want the Army to see. “Call me when you know where you’re going, okay? And if you aren’t on a flight today, I’ll come pick you up.” Mom said. “There’s a few phone numbers on that paper, as well as my Spring class schedule. But you should always be able to get a message to me through the Engineering department. Just make sure you leave a number where I can call you back.” Kevin added. “Okay. Wish me luck. Mom…”. I didn’t know the words to say. “I’ll be okay, sweetheart. It hurts, it does. Nights and waking up are the hardest part right now. We thought we’d have more time. Don’t wait to do what makes you happy.” She said with glistening eyes, shifting her eyes to Kevin for a brief moment. “Life is shorter than you think.” Her eyes grew distant. “Whatever you have to do, sweetheart, if Kevin is the one.” “I’m trying.” I told her, then looked at Kevin with a smile. “I’m happy right now. We’re trying to be smart about this.” Mom and I had a really good talk Wednesday night after dinner about what was ahead, about Kevin, life, and relationships in general. I knew if Dad was still alive he would have given me his advice too. I had to go. I waved at them one more time just before I walked through the door to my future. ***************** I was on a commercial flight to Atlanta and it was packed because it was Friday and they’d had to shift over so many passengers from cancelled flights from the storm in the Northeast earlier in the week. I didn’t mind. Being in uniform after the Gulf War meant there were perq’s. I was upgraded to first class. Well, it may not have been the uniform, but it certainly didn’t hurt. The gate agent took it upon herself to come bring me to the desk to switch my seat with a smile and an appreciative look. Yeah, Kevin was probably right. I got my share of attention just like he did. I didn’t mind his jealousy, he had nothing to worry about. The flight was unremarkable, and in just a few hours I was checking in with the USO office at the Atlanta Airport. “We’ve got a ride for you that will take you to MEPS downtown. They’ll get you to Ft. Benning.” The volunteer told me, consulting a stapled group of papers he’d found in a pile. I wasn’t the only soldier in the office. It was mid afternoon, eastern time. “Sorry, but they are waiting on you. If you haven’t eaten, grab a donut or a cookie over there. You probably won’t get to eat until you get to your post.” “I had a sandwich on the flight, so I’m good.” I replied. I took the forms he handed me along with my military I.D. I’d given him when I checked in. “Go out door 2 from Baggage Claim. Your transportation is waiting there. Safe journey, Private.” “Thanks.” I didn’t see much of Atlanta on the drive, it only took 15 minutes to get from the airport to the Military Entrance Processing Station downtown, where they in-processed new enlistees before shipping them off to Basic or Boot Camp. It was so similar to a hundred other government buildings I’d been in that it felt like home. Flags (we love our flags here in the United States) lined the lobby: one from every military branch, of course the Stars and Stripes, the the 10th Battalion Training Command Flag, the flag of Georgia, and two others I couldn’t identify. The floor was that basic flecked white linoleum floor that hid dirt and was waxed every single day by maintenance, acoustic drop ceiling tiles that probably should have been in a dumpster five years ago stained with years of cigarette smoke and a couple water marks near the AC vents, bulletin boards with photos of the Commander and his minions and notices of change in procedure and emergency instructions, plus a special place for Outstanding Soldier Staff Sergeant Wilcox who apparently still believed in smiling which bucked the trend of scowling Sergeants. It made me think Staff Sergeant Wilcox probably had an easy job funneling new enlistees through their oaths. Staff Sergeant Wilcox was Outstanding Soldier for the month of November 1992, three months ago. Maybe no one had challenged him for the title since then. They put me in a chair off the lobby to wait for an hour, bored with my cap in my lap and my backpack by my feet. Obviously it wasn’t intake season because the place was empty and it looked like the minimal staff here matched my bored mood. Hurry up and wait. I hated that I’d been wearing my dress uniform all day and now it was showing evidence of travel. It felt extremely uncomfortable to be in a uniform that wasn’t inspection ready. When duty forced your BDUs into disarray that was one thing, but Class A’s should never appear this abused. Sure, it was only a few wrinkles… well, more than a few, but it felt disrespectful. I tried to let my discomfort go while I chastised myself for being unprepared. I should have planned ahead instead of thinking I could just wear my civvies back and forth. I could probably change because there was no expectation I would show up at Ft. Benning like this. Hell, I wasn’t reporting for duty, actually just checking in not even formally reporting, but even so not showing up for a parade. I was debating whether to ask for a place to change into my civilian clothes when a Corporal came into the lobby. “Private Brickmann, come with me.” He ordered. I grabbed my backpack and followed him, eager to finally get to my post. I was prepared for the two hour ride to Ft. Benning. I was not prepared for Friday afternoon rush hour traffic out of downtown Atlanta. Growing up in Texas, our towns and cities were on basic grid systems. Atlanta was not. If you wanted to go south, you had to go east first, then only slightly south before heading west, navigating one way streets between towering hotels, government and office buildings, working your way through a maze that I could swear put us back just a block over from the parking lot we pulled out of 20 minutes before. Somehow, this took you to the Interstate which finally pointed you south. Straight line travel in Atlanta was impossible. Bootlicker could probably tell me why. After we got through the traffic lights, the 15 turns, and finally got on I-85 South the day of travel hit me and I was passed out in the passenger seat, probably drooling on my already trashed uniform. But I dreamed of Kevin running across the school lawn towards me while I waited for him holding the door. The moment my heart stopped being mine. ******************** AIRBORNE - GROUND WEEK I’m not going to lie, it felt good to be back in my BDUs, and even better to be back with my brothers. Fuck, I missed these crazy assholes. I even missed Puta a little bit. But most of all, it felt right to be back where I had a goal, a target, orders, and an established structure of where to be, how to act, and what to do every minute of my day. Over the last week I’d been getting more and more antsy, finding it difficult to just relax and do nothing. It seemed pointless, empty, wasteful. The absence of purpose lingered just behind my conscious thought so that there was no peace I could enjoy. I had a gut wrenching moment in which I suddenly understood my Dad’s constant insistence that Tim and I had what seemed to be a never ending list of chores and tasks while growing up. If we were sitting idle, Dad found something for us to do. We got used to it, but it didn’t mean we liked it. I now knew why my Dad couldn’t allow us to sit around, why play and leisure wasn’t an option until you finished your list or took care of some necessary task. Those who weren’t raised in a military family would never understand. No, we weren’t raised as some kind of junior military unit, Dad left that stuff on post. But discipline and efficiency, cleanliness and respect… those we learned from a very young age. I’m sure everyone undergoes those flashes of insight when they see their parents’ decisions and actions in clearer focus, but this one hit me hard because I’d always thought of my father as a hard ass that was too serious. I was appreciative of how I’d been raised, don’t get me wrong. But only now did I understand why Dad couldn’t raise us any other way because HE couldn’t live any other way and I almost lost control of my emotions when the gratefulness and love for understanding my Dad hit me. I wanted to call him and say thank you. I loved the time with Kevin and my family but I needed my Army. I belonged here, I felt it in my bones. “Thank you, Dad.” I whispered. “You were the best. You did good.” I let the warm feeling of ultimate acceptance dry the threatening tears before turning my mind back to the present. Somehow being in the Army helped me feel that Dad was still with me a little, that we still had a connection because I was serving just like him. Fuck, I missed him though. Way back when he was drafted for the Vietnam War (which he always thought was a good thing for him) the Army was a different beast. And although he shared much of his military experience with me, he never talked about the war much. The friendships he’d made back then still lasted to this day, and he told me the bond between brothers became stronger with every shared hardship. Up until this last six months in Germany his words were simply esoteric, sort of like the words ‘freedom isn’t free’ felt before I joined the Army. Now… I understood completely how these men and I felt something more for each other than simple co-workers. I’d take a bullet for any one of them. We shared a strength that surpassed individual limits and with them beside me or behind me I felt I could achieve a greatness I could never reach on my own. I looked at my brothers with pride. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this together. It was Sunday and we’d just gotten back from the PX to get the items on the required list they’d given us. It wasn’t much, but we were responsible for our own towels and washcloths, and most of us wanted new socks. After six months at Graf, we were kids in a candy store at a PX that had EVERYTHING. Those who weren’t in the military would never understand the feeling of exploring the AAFES Post Exchange as a young soldier. We looked, but didn’t buy. About half the brothers were on the verge of getting the new walkman, but Bootlicker pointed out no one had any cassette tapes and they’d have to buy those too. There was no point, this wasn’t our permanent posting and we had no where to put anything. Once again, we were billeted in an open bay barracks. The Bravos were quartered with 20 other random soldiers and it immediately drew a dividing line between the groups that I thought would cause problems, so I called the squad leaders over, as well as Zeus. “Look guys, we aren’t technically a unit anymore. We can’t keep to ourselves. We got too used to that at Graf. Tell the guys to loosen up, talk a little. We should meet the others.” I told them. “Just feels weird, Assmunch.” Shark pointed out. “I mean, look at them. Most of them look like they don’t know what to do, or how to act, like this is some adventure or game. Or a vacation. It looks to me like too many of them like the idea of Jump School, and want the jump wings to make their uniform look good. There’s only a few over there that look like they’re here to get shit done and fly. The rest… I don’t think it would be in our best interest to get too close to them. ” I noticed the portion of the bay we’d left to the randoms appeared to be chaotic. Shark had a point. The Bravos had already put away all their gear and uniforms in the lockers we were provided, our bunks were made, inspection ready in every detail. The randoms were taking their time, behaving as if they didn’t remember basic or how to live in a barracks. For most, it appeared, it had been a while. I saw drinks and snacks, unmade bunks with half dressed soldiers napping, pieces of uniforms hung on open locker doors or thrown over foot rails, boots and socks tossed haphazardly. Shark wasn’t wrong. “They know what to do, they just don’t think they have to do it.” I answered. “Well we aren’t them. Get your squads ready for inspection. Cellblock, do you want to do the honors?” Cellblock smiled. “Oh, I’m going to love this. You want full on Sarge, or should I take it a little less serious?” “Set the bar, brother.” I smiled back. “BRAVOS!” He yelled. “HUP!” my brothers and I grunted loudly back, all standing and immediately stopping whatever they were in the middle of. The randoms got suddenly quiet, and I knew they’d also stopped what they were doing to stare. “INSPECTION!” Cellblock stepped into the middle of the bay, facing us. We all leapt to the end of our bunks. Cellblock took his time going down the row. He had a scowl that would make Sarge proud. He found problems that didn’t exist, a blanket corner slightly off, a boot that wasn’t lined up, a piece of paper that was no bigger than a fingernail peeking out from under a locker. “Idiots.” We heard one guy say to some of the others. “We aren’t in basic, dumbasses.” He received some laughs. Yeah, this might be a bit over the top, but it was what we spent the last 6 months doing, we were used to it, and we did it for ourselves. None of the Bravos moved or responded to the dig. Cellblock continued with his examination of the brothers’ themselves. “Trim those ears, Bootlicker.” Cellblock commented. Our hair had grown out since the total shave, and a few of the guys had put off seeing the barber. He stopped in front of Zeus. He raised an eyebrow. “You gotta do it, Zeus. We’re not going to get privacy here.” He said. “Sleeper, go with Zeus to shave.” “Yes, Private!” Sleeper called out and stepped forward before coming to Zeus. Zeus went to his locker and got his toiletries, then followed Sleeper to the latrines. “Look at the big dumb one. Needs a keeper.” Someone said. Zeus stopped immediately. All of a sudden he seemed to grow in presence. I didn’t see him change his posture but he seemed larger, more deadly and serious. You could feel a threat hanging in the air. He was displeased, and it was impossible to ignore. He raked his cold gaze over the randoms, looking for whoever said that. Sleeper just waited, as if bored. “Who said that?” Zeus’ calm, clear deep voice carried through the entire bay and all movement, all the uncomfortable fidgeting came to a halt. His head never stopped moving, he was drilling into every set of eyes that dared to look at him. And not many dared. “Jesus, he’s going to kill you, Teglovic.” Someone said in a low voice. “Did you hear that Sleeper? I’m a big dumb one and you’re my keeper.” Zeus said. “Yep, Zeus. Are you going to rip his head off?” Sleeper replied as if discussing a menu. “I’m too tired to rip anyone’s head off today, Sleeper.” “Do you want me to rip his head off?” “You can’t do it Sleeper, you have to go with me to shave. Let’s just wait until he’s asleep and beat him with our boots in the dark.” “if that’s what you want, boss man.” Sleeper drawled. “Couple socks in his mouth, no one will hear a thing.” “That’s what I want, Sleeper. Let’s go.” Zeus and Sleeper didn’t rush, and actually took longer than necessary to reach the door at the end of the bay to go to the latrines. No one said a word or moved the entire time. Well fuck me, this was a different Zeus. What the hell happened when I was gone? I’m not sure how well my plan to mix and mingle was going to go over, not after that. I think I needed to know everything I missed. We all waited patiently for Cellblock to complete inspection, then set to correcting the things he’d pointed out, except for the haircuts which would have to wait. Zeus came back freshly shaved, with Sleeper casually behind him walking in step. I walked over to them. “I guess a few things changed while I was gone?” I opened. Zeus smiled, and of course I just melted. Damn him, he could make you feel so good when he smiled at you like that, it made you want to smile back. So I did. Zeus leaned in to whisper very quietly in my ear. “Sleeper’s my boyfriend now.” His breath on the hairs of my neck sent a shiver down my back and goosebumps popped up. With him came the scent of … something knee weakening that I couldn’t identify. It was the familiar smell of a fresh laundered uniform, a clean shave, an earthy musk. It spoke of healthy strength. It suggested power, control, and thrilling danger. It pulled at me spinning my head in a whirlpool that almost brought me to touch him, lay my face against his shoulder and surrender. Fuck it was almost better than what Kevin did to me. He pulled back and smiled even bigger, so of course I smiled bigger. It wasn’t for any particular reason, just because Zeus was so happy that he was making me happy. Hell, I wasn’t in control of anything happening to my body right now. Apparently I’d lost some of my immunity to Zeus’ effect, but I found that odd. It didn’t feel like I’d lost it… more like he was throwing out more of whatever it was. It was actually a bit disconcerting to be this close to him, like I was being sucked in…and fuck I wanted to be. I wanted to hug him really bad I was so happy for him. And I think I wanted him to hug me back… really bad. Fuck….Me….Backwards. And then a small thought intruded… Sleeper. Was Sleeper an active participant in this boyfriend fantasy? Ten full seconds had passed while I basked in Zeus’ happiness, without a single thought for my best friend. Sleeper put a hand on Zeus’ shoulder. “Pull it back a little bro… he can’t think. You know what it does when you let it out like that.” Sleeper was smiling too. And suddenly it was gone. Well, most of it. I still felt incredibly happy. “I’m just really happy, Addison.” Zeus said with a grin. “I couldn’t wait to tell him.” “Why don’t we three go get something to eat, it’s just about chow time anyway, and catch Assmunch up on everything that happened while he was gone?” Sleeper suggested. “Let’s do that.” I said. “Cellblock, we’re going to go grab something to eat. Anyone else?” Wanker stepped forward and started to walk towards us, and stopped with a look from Cellblock. “Nah, Assmunch. You three go ahead. We’ll be behind you in a bit.” God I loved Cellblock. He could read a situation without even trying, and knew exactly the right way to handle it. He was super smart. I’m not sure how I became Platoon leader instead of him. He was way smarter than me. We were just out the door when a Black Hat Sergeant came up the sidewalk. “Back inside, Privates.” He didn’t yell at us, or growl. He spoke to us like we were humans. “Yes Sergeant.” And we turned around and went back inside. That’s how it worked. He followed us in as we went to stand by our bunks. I noticed a couple of the randoms had come over to our part of the bay and were talking with a few of the guys. My brothers stopped talking and immediately went and stood by their bunks, watching the Sergeant look around. We weren’t sure what was expected here, how relaxed the rules were, so we made sure we followed the Army manual in everything. We all stared straight ahead. The randoms… I felt embarrassed. From the corner of my eye I saw various action and inaction… as in they just carried on with whatever activity they were engaged in like the Sergeant wasn’t even here. There was no need for this kind of disrespect. Look, every single one of the Bravos had received a permanent duty station after basic and AIT. We’d all been in the general ranks where when you were outside duty hours you weren’t expected to be so rigid. You NEVER forgot address, but other than that when you were off duty you just had to show respect. Some unfortunates even had to learn that the hard way. But we were at Airborne School, in training, and we hadn’t yet been given the run-down on how we were expected to behave but we did know one thing - we were in a barracks and you kept your barracks clean and tidy and if a Superior showed up you paid attention. And we weren’t going to start off by doing anything but our best. Sarge would have our balls if we hadn’t learned at least that in the previous 6 months. Hell, Sleeper hadn’t even gotten naked, so that should tell you how seriously we were taking this. “Listen up!” The Black Hat yelled. The randoms quieted down. “If you are here because your MOS requires this training, fall in on the right.” About eight of the randoms lined up. There were two who went over to the other side and stood. “That’s MY right! It’s always MY right!” The two scrambled over to the others. “If you are here for ANY OTHER REASON, fall in to the left.” The Brotherhood lined up on the Sergeant’s left followed by the leftover randoms. “You will eat only at mealtimes, and you will be escorted by a training instructor to every meal. You will remain together until you are returned to your barracks. Once you exit the barracks, form double file ranks and you will march double file to the dining facility. You must have the meal card issued upon your intake, you must show your meal card in the meal line. You will have 25 minutes to get your food and eat. You are not the only class in the Basic Airborne Course and you will clear the way for other groups as soon as you get your food. You will return your empty trays before forming up outside the dining facility at the location which I will point out to you when we arrive. All students are required to eat at the dining facility. In case you forgot you are in the United States Military YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL, and will receive no special treatment with the exception of serious food allergies of which you will inform the mess crew when you are served your food. And I don’t know where you think you’re staying, but this is NOT a Holiday Inn and you WILL maintain barracks cleanliness AT ALL TIMES. If we find food or drink in the bay again you will receive disciplinary action. If we find your personal area in disarray you will receive disciplinary action. While I would love to find these barracks in the condition you see here -“ he gestured to the Bravos. “We do not expect you to match this, but you will make your bunks properly, all personal effects will be stowed unless in use, and all uniforms that are not on your person will be properly stored. You will do this even during non-duty hours. We are here to train you, not babysit. You will babysit yourselves or you will be processed out to recycle. You are soldiers, not civilians. Act like it.” I felt ashamed for the randoms, that they had to be lectured like that when they all knew better. And like all Sergeants, I knew this one had taken note of the slackers and the exceptions. I would later learn it didn’t make a difference. Jump School was an assembly line for a single purpose: teach troops how to parachute out of an airplane and hit the ground. “Form up outside. This group goes first today.” He gestured to the Brotherhood. So our discipline got us into the chow line first, which meant we had more time to eat. Let me tell you it sucks rocks to be at the back of the line when you only have 25 minutes total. We immediately took off in step to form a double column outside. My talk with Zeus and Sleeper would have to wait until after we returned. The next morning at 0330 (Yeah, an HOUR earlier than usual for us on top of the time difference from Germany) another instructor, a Lieutenant this time, came to escort us to our first day - beginning with the physical fitness assessment. We were in our PT sweats, with our knit caps. It was dark and cold outside. As a group we performed our pushups and our sit-ups in a large well lit gravel pit that also held all the other groups starting their Ground Week today. I looked around and saw the Charlies two groups over. Holy fucking hell. I wondered if the Alphas and Deltas were here too. Lamont was looking around at the same time and our eyes met. I smiled and lifted my chin. He did the same. We weren’t permitted to leave our group, but I’d try to signal him to meet after duty tonight. I flashed him a quick succession of hand signals: meet, 8, barracks 7. He signaled received. None of the brothers had any problems and easily accomplished more than 70 pushups and sit-ups in the two minutes, and of course Wanker put us all to shame, hitting 83 pushups. We knew he could have done more except for the required slight pause at the top that ate up time. Holler was king of the sit-ups, probably because the skinny fuck hardly had anything in his middle to interfere with curling his abdomen and having almost no weight to his upper body that he had to drag up off the ground. I’m sure he could suck his own dick if he tried. I put a mental note to ask him when and if we got an opportunity to have a little fun here. A few of the randoms had problems, either not maintaining form or being unable to complete their two minutes. There were two Marines and one Navy Corpsman from the randoms who kept up with us. They were three of the ones who had taken their bunk area seriously. I think the Bravos were the youngest in our group. There were many groups of soldiers like us spread around the field conducting their physical fitness assessment under the watchful eye of the Black Hats. After our two mile run (Bootlicker once again way out front, but I couldn’t help thinking Kevin could probably run him into the ground) we were led to another area with a pull up bar. “You must execute a flex hang. Your arms must be fully extended at the bottom of the exercise, and your chin must be above the bar at the top of the exercise. You will begin by hanging from the bar for ten seconds. When ten seconds have elapsed, you will be given the command to begin your pull up. At the top you will hold your chin above the bar for 20 seconds. If you cannot reach the bar a step will be provided for you. This simulates the strength and endurance you will need to control your parachute upon descent.” One thing became very clear - although our instructors were serious and efficient, they were not Drill Instructors. We did not get screamed at, belittled, insulted or treated like children. Jump School was a lot like our classroom and field training at Graf, where the instructors made sure we were absorbing their instruction not just blindly following orders. We were taught. We learned body position, we learned every strap, hook, latch, buckle and connection on our jump harness. We learned every part and piece of a parachute, including the different types of canopy. We got into and out of our harnesses many times. We learned how to control our parachutes and navigate using the slips which were the straps that connected your parachute to your harness. We ran everywhere in a ground eating jog. We jumped out of a mock door wearing our harnesses first to get used to keeping our chin to our chests, our arms in, our hands gripping our reserve chute located on our stomachs. We learned the specific order to don the harness with a buddy’s help, what safety checks to perform, where to tighten, how to tighten, and how to release. I can sum up Ground Week real easy for you: Pain. Hurry up and wait, fall, and do it again until you’re numb from the pain. Tuck your chin. Knees together, feet together. Fall. Roll. Get up. Wait. Tuck your chin. Knees together, feet together. Fall. Roll. Get up. Wait. Repeat. I think the shorter you were, the easier you had it, but everyone felt the pain at the end of every day. Your knees hurt, your hips hurt, your neck hurt, your ankles hurt, your thighs and ass hurt, your shoulders hurt. Did I mention the harness? Yeah, your crotch hurt from repeatedly jumping from the platform to hang off the line with your harness yanking up every single time. And then you were given the gracious opportunity to PLF again while hanging from a lateral drift line. That’s the Parachute Landing Fall we’d practiced about fifty thousand times every day. But the repetition worked as intended to ingrain the proper landing fall so that you avoided injury. Knees to the left, roll to the right, five points of contact. My body hurt constantly and I felt like I was going to die which was such a comfortable feeling for me I felt stupidly good about it. We eat pain for breakfast. And boy, breakfast at Jump School filled our stomachs. We ran up the steps on the 34 foot tower. It was rigorous and the repeated unfamiliar movements beat your joints and muscles in a completely different way than working out at the gym or PT. Airborne was not for the weak. We relaxed our barracks discipline slightly as that first week continued, finally understanding no superior was going to throw a fit about anything minor and that except for no food in the bay and keeping it generally tidy, we didn’t have to worry about Inspection level standards. That didn’t mean the brothers got lazy. It didn’t matter whether anyone was checking up on us, we kept a standard because of pride. I didn’t even have to tell them, we all just made sure nothing was out of place every single morning before our Instructor came to get us. And look, I’ve got nothing against the Air Force, honestly… but five of those fuckers just refused to try to keep their area up to standard. I don’t think they cared. I mean, they weren’t sloppy, and they made SOME effort but everyone else got their shit together after Sunday night’s Sergeant visit and the bay looked good. Except for those five bunk areas. I made sure to write to Kevin and Mom and Tim every night about what I did that day, so that I could send the letter on Saturday. I couldn’t wait for Sunday when I could call using the long distance card Mom had given me. Thank God it was no longer an overseas call. Those were ridiculously expensive, and there was that two second transmission delay that made it difficult to have a smooth conversation. One ten minute International long distance call could double your regular phone bill, made even worse by my having to call collect. Supposedly the telecoms were shifting over to fiber optic technology which was like tiny glass threads that allowed data to flow so much faster but they had yet to lay the last transatlantic cable and get the new system fully operational. We’d learned all about fiber optics as well as the new satellites that were going up every year in the two weeks of communications we’d gone through at Graf. Fiber optics sent data using light pulses, which I thought was cool as shit. Wanker could bore you to tears with how modern day communications worked and could probably make a radio out of a cookie sheet, a few wires and a circuit board he ripped out of a battery operated robot toy. After evening chow, we were free to do as we pleased which was a new feeling for us. The randoms had no issues enjoying the free time. The two Marines and the Corpsman started hanging around with us after day one and we all got to know each other but they gravitated towards Sleeper and Zeus more than the rest of us. That didn’t surprise me, but a few of the brothers felt a little put out because they saw Zeus as belonging to us. No one said anything, but I could see the disgruntled looks when the three outsiders got Zeus to smile or relax. Zeus was OUR God and we were unexpectedly possessive of him. To see him interact with outsiders instead of us in such an enthusiastic way caused reactions of jealousy and proprietary selfishness. No one was going to say anything though, Zeus could do as he pleased. That didn’t mean we didn’t want him to bestow his attention on us exclusively. On the second night a rare event took place regarding Zeus. The Marines, Private First Class Battles and Lance Corporal Potter were massaging Zeus’ sore muscles, nothing different than what was happening with the brotherhood. When I said we hurt and were sore, I wasn’t kidding. We’d paired off to work out the worst of the pain from each others’ bodies. The Navy Medical Corpsman Haggert was working on Sleeper, who was laying on his stomach, naked of course with his amazing ass on display. Zeus had his Army sweatpants and tan undershirt on. “Zeus, just strip down, it’ll be easier.” Potter said, working Zeus’ massive upper back while Battles tackled his thick legs. “Zeus doesn’t get undressed in front of people.” Sleeper mumbled, obviously enjoying what the Corpsman was doing. “Why not?” Battles asked. “Don’t know. He doesn’t want to.” Sleeper replied. “It’s okay, Sleeper. I should get used to it.” Zeus said. It turned out it wasn’t him who needed to get used to him being undressed. “Good, let’s get this off.” Potter grabbed the hem of Zeus’ undershirt. “No, I’ll do it.” Zeus’ voice shot out as he rolled off his bunk and stood up, and the tension in his voice put every Bravo on sudden alert, including me and all activity stopped as all eyes of the Brotherhood focused on Zeus. If he needed us, we were ready. Potter and Battles stepped away quickly. “Okay, brother.” was all Potter said. If Zeus was tense, we were all tense. Chunk had stopped kneading my muscles, his hands remained stationary on my ass and I felt his fingers tighten in a grip. “Everyone just breathe… Zeus is fine.” I said, trying to relax the room. Zeus sighed loudly. “Sorry guys. I’ll relax.” And he did, which meant we did right after. “Fuuuuuuuuccckkkk”. Potter groaned. Sleeper laughed. “You’ll get used to it. You like Zeus, right?” “Yeah, he’s great.” Battles answered. “I mean, look at him. I wish I looked like that.” “We all do. But see, the reason you like Zeus isn’t really up to you, it’s up to him. He likes you. Which means you don’t have a choice. That’s Zeus. All of us are extremely grateful we’ve never seen Zeus angry. I don’t know whether we’d collapse in fear, get angry too, or want to kill whatever made him angry but I guarantee none of us would like it at all. He’s a God. We just keep him happy. We absolutely DO NOT like it when Zeus is not happy. Mostly he’s just quiet and does his thing. And he does his thing better than any of us.” “Addison… don’t say that.” Zeus shook his head. “And he doesn’t like being called a God. Sorry bro.” Sleeper apologized. Zeus pulled off his sweat pants, then paused before lifting his undershirt off his huge upper body. The gasps from Potter and Battles caused me to turn to look. I fully admit I popped an instant boner and it wasn’t voluntary. Fuck, Sleeper looked like dog shit compared to Zeus. I couldn’t wrap my head around what I was looking at, or the fact that something this impossible could be so effectively hidden by clothes. We all knew Zeus was built and big, but shit… seeing the exact size and shape of his body parts stunned to confusion. I didn’t even know a man’s thighs could look like that. How were his shoulders so round, his traps that far up his neck or that big and thick above his collarbone? His fucking rib cage was enormous, expanded further by his triangle shaped lats, and his pecs so mounded they seemed partially horizontal. The valley between them half of the width of my hand, at least and I could swear they went around the side under his arms. I made the mistake of looking at his nipples and found my mouth watering at the thought of nursing on them. His abdomen was divided up into eleven very distinct sections: the eight abdominals, the adonis belt created by his two prominent obliques, and whatever the fuck that was just above his crotch, some muscle I’d never seen anyone have before. I’d seen his biceps and arms, but had never seen how they met his big round delts. Zeus was at that body fat level where you couldn’t see his actual muscle fibers, but you could see every cut between the different muscles, and see them clearly. Thank fucking God he wore loose boxers. I’m not sure we could have survived seeing him naked or even in tight briefs. We were all moths and he was a bright flaming beacon. I knew if he asked I would have to leave Kevin for him. It would break me into pieces but I wouldn’t be able to refuse, not for lust but to worship. Maybe Zeus would take both of us, I’m sure Kevin wouldn’t mind. Zeus wasn’t bodybuilding huge, not puffed out where every muscle appeared to swallow the guy wearing them. It’s hard to explain, but he CONTAINED his muscles, they grew on his frame perfectly to the exact proportion required to make the adjacent muscle and body part look even better, appear even bigger, formed just that much more perfectly. For God’s sake, his goddamn ankles made me want to kneel and pray for just the slightest chance I might be permitted to touch them with the tip of my little finger. Every single eye in the bay was spellbound. None of the brothers had any idea we had been allowed to live with this God for 6 months and I know I for one was so incredibly grateful. With a jolt, I suddenly came to know the true meaning of adoration. That feeling of rapture when you gaze upon a deity and the joy of being given the opportunity to touch him with your eyes can make you weep. Magnificence was a word inferior to Gabriel Gunnerson. He was Awe. He was Brilliance. He was Expansive and Magnetic. Glorious. Gabriel, like his namesake the Archangel, Strength of God. You could not look upon him and believe he was a man. It saddened me that I would have to ask him not to get undressed in front of us again. If he did, it would eventually destroy us. Our God stood there with his head lowered, still holding onto his undershirt bunched up in his fists. The bulging muscles of his larger than life body were criss-crossed with long white scars. I could only see his front, but the back had to look the same or worse. “Assmunch,” Chunk whispered. “You see that?” “Yeah, buddy.” I answered. “Don’t stare, it’s obvious he is uncomfortable letting anyone see that.” Like we could do anything except stare. “What happened to you, Zeus?” Potter asked. I cringed a little, but was impressed that the Marine had the fortitude to speak directly to his revealed God. If Zeus didn’t want anyone looking, he most certainly wouldn’t want anyone asking. “I was bad.” Were the only words Zeus gave in explanation as he lay back down on his bunk to allow Potter and Battles to continue to work his sore muscles. It took them a half a minute to pull themselves together and reach out to touch him, but their hands were shaking, I saw. I also didn’t miss the erections they both had in their underwear, but honestly I think every one of us had a boner for Zeus. It wasn’t their fault. I can’t imagine what it felt like to touch him like they were doing. I didn’t believe for a second that Zeus had been bad. A man that perfect couldn’t be bad, ever. I wondered who did that to him and how they could manage to bring themselves to harm a beautiful God. He’d never said much in general, much less tell us about his life before the Army so none of us had any clue where the scars had come from. I glanced over at Sleeper to see that my best friend was watching Zeus closely with concern and worry. All of us, the Brothers that is, understood if Zeus wanted us to know how he got the scars he would tell us when he was ready. Until then, we should pretend they didn’t exist. I made a mental note to let everyone know Sleeper would handle it which should let them ignore it sufficiently that it wouldn’t change how they treated Zeus. Besides, we weren’t really in any position to do anything to help him except for doing everything we could to demonstrate he was still the same Zeus for us. “My turn.” Chunk said, having finished with my muscles. I was still sore, but knew I’d be functional tomorrow. I stood up. “Switch up Bravos”. I called to the brothers, some of whom grumbled because they wanted their turns to continue. I noticed more than a few jealous looks coming from the randoms so I addressed them. “If any of you want the kinks worked out, I’ll get volunteers to help you out after we’re done with each other.” “I want that Zeus guy!” One Air Force guy called out. I looked over at him. “First, his name is Gabriel, or you can call him Gunnerson.” I said calmly. “You get to call him Zeus when he says you can call him Zeus. Second, he’s spoken for.” I already knew the only reason it wasn’t Sleeper giving Zeus his massage was because the giant really liked the two tough and built Marines. Potter had an ass and legs that almost rivaled Sleeper’s, as well as a clear serious face that was unnervingly handsome. Like, can’t-stop-staring-at-him, how the fuck were his eyes that blue handsome. Never mind that straight, wide nose, the square forehead that perfectly matched his heavy square jaw, eyes that were angles rather than curved or round, and dark hair cut and shaved in a high and tight that looked like it was created just to accentuate his male model good looks. Still, for all his attractiveness, he fell in a distant second to Sleeper who was just better proportioned, taller, and seductively beautiful with his pale skin, deep pink lips and smoky dark eyes. Battles was damn near Potter’s opposite. Tall and lean, but still muscular, Private Battles had light blonde hair the color of sunshine cut in a similar high and tight. His face was long and thin with a matching nose, wide thin lips and a cleft chin. His green eyes had that washed out quality that begged you to identify their exact color. You know the kind: where you questioned whether you saw green, blue, gray, or some blend. The Marine couldn’t have had more than 4% body fat, and it looked like his skin was just a flesh colored cloth covering his exposed musculature. Zeus could probably wrap his massive hands around Battles’ waist. Somehow, for being tall and thin, he didn’t look small or weak. His chest wasn’t thick or deep, but it was wide, as were his squared off shoulders. And in spite of his lack of mass, his butt still curved out and filled his underwear. I grinned when I concluded Zeus must be an ass man. He definitely seemed to have a type. I made sure to hit Chunk’s soft muscle meat in all the right spots that had been punished repeatedly yesterday and today. He moaned beneath me in relief. I didn’t neglect his feet driving my thumbs up from the heel across his arch to the pads, flexing his ankles, squeezing each foot with twists and pressure. “Ahhh, fuck Assmunch, you can do that for an hour.” Chunk mumbled. Across the bay various groans of pleasure came from the brothers, and I chuckled at the thought we sounded like a whorehouse. “Roll over, time for your front buddy.” I gave him a weak slap on his big ass. Chunk grunted as he repositioned to his back. “Awww, little Chunk’s happy.” I said, grabbing his noticeably erect cock through his underwear. “Careful, he’s cocked and loaded, brother.” He replied but remained fully relaxed. “ We wouldn’t want an accidental discharge and it’s been so long it won’t take much.” Chunk chuckled. “I wouldn’t say no to a handjob, but we have the randoms watching.” I laughed. “You wish I would give you a handjob, brother.” I teased him with one last rub along his frenulum at the head of his leaking dick. “Fuck dude, stop…” he whispered. “I’m about to bust, seriously.” “Why didn’t you have Wanker take care of it?” I asked. I’d finally gotten a chance to have that talk with Sleeper and Zeus and received an in depth report of everything that happened that last week when I was gone. I felt a bit disappointed that I didn’t share that experience with them. Not the Wanker part, but handling the shelter and that last operation. Like everything we went through together, it made the Brotherhood stronger and brought us all closer. I would have liked to have been a part of that. I admired how Sleeper had handled the Wanker issue, and how my brothers had responded. “Nah man, I don’t need all that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so horny it was tempting and I might take him for a test drive at some point, but I’m not comfortable enough with it yet. It’s still a dude, you know?” “I know bud. I wouldn’t have either, for different reasons. But it’s cool he’s good with handling that for the brothers, and that everyone seems cool with it too.” I focused on Chunk’s delts while I talked, keeping my voice down. “Still, you guys are awesome for not making a big deal about it.” “Well, Wanker and Puta are still our brothers. Who cares what they want to do with other dudes? They pull their weight.” He said. That pretty much summed up how it was for us. It didn’t matter what you had going on, if you did your part and helped us be better and succeed, other shit didn’t matter. Weeble was our smallest brother, and sometimes struggled with doing some stuff, but he worked twice as hard as anyone else and never quit. His determination spurred the rest of us to do better, and he couldn’t wait to volunteer for the things he could tackle with ease. If he needed a hand with anything, we didn’t make a big deal of it and just helped him out. The most frequent thing out of Weeble’s mouth was ‘I’ll do it.’ After a good thirty minutes, I called an end to our massages and asked the guys to go take care of the randoms who wanted or needed it. I let them know it wouldn’t be a nightly thing and maybe they could pair up amongst themselves to help each other out. I could suggest, but it was up to them to figure it out. The Brotherhood didn’t have an issue with putting our hands on each other, but those other soldiers really didn’t know each other and it would be difficult for them to get beyond the reluctance to allow another man to touch you so intimately. Of course Zeus and Sleeper just stuck with each other, letting the Marines and the Corpsman get their turn by Troll, Puta and Cellblock. Zeus did Sleeper first and really had Sleeper groaning and drooling. Zeus wore a pleased grin the entire time. I needed to have a talk with Sleeper about what he thought about Zeus going forward. If this was Sleeper just having a little fun he needed to know Zeus was all-in and it wouldn’t be right not to be honest with him. Sleeper wasn’t usually careless with someone’s feelings, but I wanted to be sure mostly because this was brand new territory for them both and maybe Sleeper didn’t realize Zeus had fallen for him hard. I could see it in every look the giant gave my best friend. And damn, I was just a little jealous that they got to share what we did with each other. I would have given anything to have Kevin here doing Jump School with me.

It had been a week from the results from the doctor and I was okay with the results there really wasn't anything I could do about it. I was steering clear of the wife because I was not really interested anymore, since I had that experience with Ted, and I was so horny still. I needed to go back to New York and feel that all again. Even though I still did not consider myself to be gay I wanted to fell his cock brushing what must have been my prostate. I think I know now what that little brown bottle was on the night stand. I had gone out to buy some at the exotic book store, because I could not find them online. Had to try them and see how It felt again. I was home alone the wife went shopping and would be gone a couple of hours, so I went to the bedroom and opened the bottle and took a sniff. It smelled like a mix of nail polish and rubber cement. I felt nothing from the first hit, so I called Ted to see what I was doing wrong. Ted: Hello. Me: Hi Ted you know who this is? Ted: Yes Me; I'm trying out these poppers to see if they have the same effect. Ted: You don't know what you are doing, your going to get really horny and your going to have to do something to satisfy that feeling. Does your wife have a Dildo in the house your going to need it. Me: Yes she does but i'm not feeling anything except being a little warm. Ted: Just get it out trust me. Me: okay I have it. Ted: okay your sure you want to do this alone? Me: yes there's no one I know that can help. Ted: Alright, then put the bottle up to the right nostril of your nose and breathe deeply three times, then do the same to your left. Me: wow its really warm now. I my that is really itching you know, Let me try something. Ted: don't Try anything yet do it again and put the cap on the bottle and then pick up your wife' member and insert it in your anus. Well I did what Ted told me to do and the room was spinning it was all I could do to pick up that dildo and put it in my ass. When I got it to the edge I told Ted I had to put down the phone for a min. He started to say something but I didn't care that itch started again and I had to itch it. I started to slide this rubble dick in and out faster and faster trying to itch the itch but it wasn't working. Lucky thing my wife had more then one of these things. I had to go to the longest one and slide it in slowly as I could. It was bumping up against something in me that I figured was a oh ring but it was itching on the other side of this thing. I knew that the Poppers would relax your butt so that a cock would fit in it, I was getting frantic to itch it more so I took a really deep sniff in the right and the left I was turning that bottle inside out. When I felt the ring let go and I was pumping that cock so deep hard and fast that I thought I would start a real fire not just the one that I had inside. This went on for twenty minutes and all of a sudden I felt as though I had to cum or pee. I was screaming in an orgasm, it was the biggest one yet. I think I took a pee and cummed all over myself. I laid there for about an hour before I realized that Ted was screaming at me on the phone to pick up. I did pick it up and all he said was come back to New York let me fuck you again. I said Ill be there Sunday. I had to clean up the room and myself before the wife got home. I put everything back to where I found it opened the windows and even vacuumed up the floor and made the bed. Made it just in time for the wife to get home. She said good your home Let me try on the clothes I just bought and do a little fashion show. I said okay that would be nice. She took all the bags up to our room and I heard her say "oh whats this little brown bottle, smells funny" "oh honey"...?

At a party this weekend, maybe 15 or 18 people, and not unusual I drank quite a bit and needed to crash a bit in the spare room at my friends house. Maybe 20 minutes into my nap, a little cub curls up next to me, also pretty drunk. We spoon, fully clothed, but of course having him pressed into me just gets me going. He had a sexy brown bushy beard and a belly, which I rubbed under his shirt without a bit of hesitation. Lol. Also worked his nipples a bit and finally I just told him to get naked for me. No delays at all, and I motioned for him to come spoon again. This time my cock was out, and I'm rubbing it in his crack and dripping my load heavy. I told him I was going to fuck him raw and knock him up, and he just pushed back on my dick slowly. I sank in all the way, and slow fucked him as I rubbed his belly and twisted his nips. He was a happy fucking cub, and I kept dirty talking to him, calling him a good whore and sexy cum dump. When he started calling me dad and begging me to cum in his ass is when I couldn't hold off anymore and nutted as deep as I could. I kept fucking once I came, and reached around to jerk him off. He had a thick 6" cock and it spurted almost as soon as I touched it. I caught what I could and rubbed it in his beard, then we slept a little bit before going our separate ways back in the party. I love no questions asked raw fucking. If he wasn't a slut before he may be one now. 🍆

I'm down in Corpus Christi for spring break with a bud who's also gay and while the weather was nice this past weekend and lots of hot guys out looking, its slowed down more this week. But there's still guys here looking and wanting to hook up. We choose Corpus as we're both Latino and its mostly Latino guys who come here but lots of Anglos looking for Latino cock and ass too. Lots of "straight" and bi-curious guys looking too. Got messaged this morning by this hot 18 y/o Anglo high school boy, looked like a total redneck fagbasher. He said he was straight but had done stuff with guys and wanted to do more. I should have been scared but was overruled by his huge cock. He needed me to host and since my bud had already headed out to hook up I told him to come over. I was worried I was going to get beat up or maybe rolled, but he was what he said he was...all scrawny 6 feet of him. He was right to business, telling me to suck him and I gladly dropped to my knees to give that cock of his a closer look and taste. He wasn't lying that he was 9 inches and I loved how he tasted as he started throwing off precum. He stepped out of his jeans and pulled off his hoodie showing off his smooth hairless body. He'd said he was open to fucking me and getting fucked and we hadn't talked about raw, but I was down to take him that way. He stopped me a couple times as he was close to cumming and finally he asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I said I was, stood up and quickly stripped down, grabbing the lube out of the nightstand, handing it to him. I bend over the bed and could hear him lubing up his cock and felt him fingering my ass with lube and then felt his big cock head teasing my ass. The way it was stretching my ass was giving me wave after wave of pleasure and I was worried I was going to cum. He'd got barely half his dick in me and was barely stroking and I had to have him stop so I could explain what was happening. I apologized and asked if he could suck me off first or let me fuck him rather than waste my load on the sheets. He laughed and agree that would be a waste and he'd rather I fucked him than waste it. I got up off the bed and he bent over the edge of the bed and I lubed up my cock and his ass and started fucking him. I loved that he didn't even ask about condoms and just took me raw, no questions, and I got the sense he'd been fucked before as I entered him easily and he wasn't complaining. he was panting and moaning muttering the occasional "yes" and "fuck yeah" as I was stroking. More than anything I wanted to get off inside him quick so I could get fucked by that monster dick of his and soon enough I pumped a load inside him as he let off several loud satisfied yes's. As I slid out he told me "fuck that felt good" and told me it was my turn now. We switched places and this time he plunged his cock balls deep in me with one thrust and started ramming me hard, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in balls deep as the bed creaked and groaned. I was groaning about as much, begging for him to cum in me and not pull out. I could hear him laugh and say there was no chance he was pulling out to cum. He got close several times but stopped and finally I started begging him to cum in my ass, which had him egging me on, asking me how bad I wanted it. I started telling him how bad I wanted it and that he could breed my anytime he wanted and how good his cock felt. He kept hammering my ass and again I could feel the waves coming and told him he needed to cum quickly. he let out a loud groan and it felt him cum inside me, like a water balloon going off. He slowly laid down on top of me and told me how good it felt to cum inside me. He admitted he loved fucking without a condom on and was glad I didn't make him use one. I said I felt the same way and was glad he didn't make me wear one either. I could feel him laugh and he admitted he liked getting fucked and wanted me to fuck him again. I was pretty turned on that this big-dicked stud liked to get fucked and having guys cum in his ass. I was starting to guess he'd probably done anon hookups like me before and had no problem letting that guy cum in his ass. He'd already slid his cock out of me and was now up on the bad, face down and ass up. I was guessing he probably still had a problem with eye contact while getting fucked but could give a shit. I was gonna breed his ass again and was guessing he was probably getting bred a lot while spring break is on. I slid back in him and was tempted to try some dirty talk but thought the better of it. He was moaning and groaning and I was already so worked up from him fucking me I knew I wouldn't last long. He was now the one begging me to cum in his ass and not pull out, and I laughed and said there was no way I was gonna pull out. I was telling him to beg for it and that I was gonna use his ass for my pleasure. He was begging for it and soon enough gave him what he wanted and he let out a loud satisfied groan as I settled on top of him and my cock slid out. We laid there a while and he said he was still horny and asked if I wanted to suck him off or get fucked. I laughed and told him while I wanted to taste him I'd rather have him drill my ass again. I got up off him and he flipped over on his back, his cock still rock hard. "Ride me" he said and I obliged, slipping my cock down on that massive cock and started riding it. "I wanna see your face when I cum inside you" he admitted adding that a lot of guys couldn't or wouldn't take his cock on account of how big it is. I was riding it for all I was worth and again told him I would gladly take him any time he wanted and he smiled and said he'd like that and wanted to take my cock again too. I was close to cumming again and he said he too was close and again I could feel him go off inside me and moments later sprayed a huge load of cum all over his face, hair, and chest. He didn't seem to mind and was wiping it up off him and licking the cum off his hand. For being a "straight" boy he sure seemed like a cum pig, eagerly taking anon loads raw and licking up a guy's cum. His cock slid out of me as he let out a satisfied groan and I laid down on the mattress next to him. He mentioned that he should get going but asked if he could shower quick. I said sure and he headed into the bathroom to wash up. I was tempted to join but was spent and honestly, I wanted his smell and his jizz to be on me and in me for as long as I could. He came back out and dressed and we swapped cell numbers as he admitted he wanted to meet up and asked me what day I was leaving. I said Sunday and he said he was leaving Sunday too. He was from Killeen by Fort Hood and was excited I was from Dallas and said we could meet up at a halfway point to have fun. I was tempted to ask if he was hooking up with Army boys, but that was pretty obvious really, and it made sense really. Army boys pretty much all bareback and I'm guessing that's how he came to prefer it that way too. I'm guessing the Army boys love drilling a hot 18 y/o piece of ass and love taking his giant cock too. He headed out and I hoped to have more fun with him before I leave

I wanted to push my limits as a boy and try more kinky stuff, so i met a daddy online with loads of chems and a play room to push my limits. He was late 50s tall with a 9 inch cock, we start talking and arrange a meet, i knock his door really nervous i step inside and daddy grabs me and pins me down then slams me with a 1g needle of t, im instantly rushing tingling all over, he drags me to his playroom shuts the door then forcefully strips me naked then makes me snort 3 huge lines of c, then pulls his cock out and facefucks me till its hard. His cock is huge and so hard he pulls out my mouth then ties me up and says. " im gonna fuck ur hole now boy " " im a virgin your cocks to big i mumble" he laugh and pulls out another. 1g needle of t then injects it straight into my hole, im so high and helpless i can barely move, daddy gets on top of me and lines his cock up against my hole and says " boy im poz im gonna fill u withh my toxic load and make u my slave" Dontf i mumble please dont. He rams his cock deep inside me and starts thrusting me hard im moaning so loud he keeps fucking me harder and deeper, he keeps going presses his face against mine " boy im gonna abuse u take my toxic load " then shoots his load deep and floods my hole he pulls his cock out and watchs my hole drip his poz load. " good boy ur daddies boy now how are the chems " " i slurr there good im so high " Part 1

Last night in some woods near one of Melbourne’s train stations (alamein line for the local players). It was meant to be just a BJ or a safe fuck at best but when i turned up with my freshly lubed arse neither of us has condoms. We start with the BJ but it’s really not working for him so I offer him my other hole, assuring him that I’m clean. I lean against a tree, bend over, pull my shorts down a little and pull my cheeks apart.. his cock finds the mark without hesitation. It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked and it hurts a little but he doesn’t care about that. He’s in a rush obviously and soon gets in to a rhythm which also feels good to me. I ask him how long since he came - 7 days. He asks me if I’m really married, yes. Has asks me if I’m gonna fuck my wife later, yes. And then finally, asks where I’d like him to cum and I say, in me. And with that he picks up the pace and plunges in to me to cum as deep as he can. He leaves it there for a minute of to drain and to let it set. Gawd I love this bit. He then pulls out, pats me on my back, says good bye and walks away. I pull up, analyze and revel in the moist and open feeling that i crave then slowly and carefully walk home. All whilst checking Grindr to see who might want seconds.. 😉

This story is complete fiction and also my first time ever writing so please be nice My mom always told me not to get in a car with a stranger… It was around 8 PM and I was going for a walk around my neighborhood to get fresh air, I just turned 19 and stand at 5’4 and around 130 pounds with most of that weight going straight to my ass, i took advantage of this and went out wearing my tightest and shortest booty shorts. Walking around you could see the very bottom of my ass hang out and if i bent over i was essentially flashing my ass to you, I thought it would look good with my tight black crop top so i wore that also. (I looked like a cheap hooker) After around 15 minutes of walking I decided to head back to my house when I noticed a van that came around the street I was on at least 3 times, eventually the man in the window slowed down beside where I was walking and stared whistling “Need a ride cutie?” He said. There was no way he was younger than 50, and seeing a man over twice my age call me cute immediately made my tiny little cock hard, but I always knew getting into a strangers car was really dangerous. “I’m sorry mister I don’t know you and I’m not supposed to get in the car with strangers” he laughed it off “my names Sam, not a stranger anymore, now get that cute ass in the car and I’ll take you where you need, no catch.” The way he said “no catch” and the way he looked at me while he said it felt off but I shrugged it off because he called me cute again. “Well… alright I guess…” To be continued

I was on a trip to New York and having a heck of a time sleeping without my wife. I needed to have her in the bed next to me in order to be able to sleep. Then I got an Idea to get someone to take her place, not to have sex with but just to sleep. To have someone to take the place of my wife in the bed. I thought it was a great Idea but, my thinking was out of wack for lack of sleep. I figured that I could go down to the bar and find some one that would be willing to help. I went in to this bar that the concierge told me about he said you will definitely find someone that will help you out. The bar was down about two blocks from the hotel and at this time of night there were a few people in there. There were no ladies in the bar all I saw were men and they were friendly enough but they were guys. I figured I would never find someone that would take the place of my wife. I sat at the bar and ordered a coke, the bartender gave me a mixed drink and said that the guy at the end of the bar bought it for me. I did a Cheers to him by holding up the drink and I guess he thought that the would come over. He sat down on the stool next to me and told me his name was Ted and he said that I looked out of place in this bar. I said I usually don't go to bars, and he said not usually ones like this I bet. I didn't know what he meant. We started to talk about what I came down to the bar about and I told him I cant sleep without someone in the bed next to me. Ted: Wow Me: now you know my problem. Ted: well the solution is easy Ill come over and sleep in the bed next to you. Me: you would do that for me. Ted: of course I would what are friends for. Me: [I thought to myself but we just met] Okay. So we left the bar and headed to the hotel. When we got in the hotel the concierge gave me a look that was unsettling and I wondered why. He didn't know that I planed to sleep with this guy just to get sleep. At least I didn't think he knew, as I was getting into the elevator he ran over and said that my wife had called and that she wanted me to call her back, and then he said hi to Teddy. The elevator doors closed and I asked if he knew him, and Ted said that he throws business his way now and again. Yeah, what kind of business? Ted said that every so often he has people that need to be relieved of the worry of getting sick and he asks me to help them. What are you some kind of psychologist. Ted said lets just say I know what they are going through. When we got to the room all I wanted to do was sleep and I told ted that once we lay down I going to be out like a lite. He said that would be fine with him. He also asked if it would be okay if he rubbed my back. I said what ever gets him off to sleep is okay with me. Ted was on his side of the bed and I noticed that he was taking all his clothes off. He said that he sleeps in the nude it gets him off to sleep faster. he asked me if he could put some incense on the night stand so that we would have great dreams. I said sure and he handed me a little brown bottle and said just open it and put it on your night stand take a big whiff of it. I put it up to my nose and it smelt like rubber cement almost. He said that it will change the way you dream of things in a little bit. About 5 min later it started to get really warm in the bed under the covers so I took them off. Ted said that I could take my clothes off to if it was too hot. I said no I'm okay. The smell that was now in the whole room was making me dizzy and very warm. I had to take my clothes off and try to get some sleep. So I asked him if he minded and Ted said no go ahead, its just like going to the camp outs I had when I was a kid. I noticed the tattoo that ted had on his penis when I turned to get my clothes off, and I asked him about it. He said as he grabbed his cock and showed me closer that it was a Bio-hazard Tat, "its cool isn't it" I said that yeah but why would you get it on your penis that must have hurt. Ted said not as much as its hurt others, and again I did not know what he meant by that, but I was tired and laid down to get sleep. A little while later I woke up and I felt something on my waist and I looked down and Ted was blowing me, I was hard and all I could do was moan. He was giving me the best blowjob I have ever had and in the last 20 years I had not gotten any from the wife. The way he was holding my hips and thighs was so gentle it made me feel like I was being made love to not just having foreplay. He rubbed my pelvis and then my hips, and slid around to my but and cupped them feeling them like he was wanting something more. It was hard to think because of the smell that was everywhere and I was as horny as I could be with my wife even more so. He was sucking my cock so deeply then he circled my hod with his finger and I was being electrified. I was holding his head and running my fingers through his hair like it was my wife's head. Then I felt the finger poke its way into my hole and I was frozen in a way I had not ever been, he was still circling my insides, and inching his way deeper and deeper. The all of sudden he pulled it out and said I sorry he didn't mean to over step his boundaries. I asked him what was he doing that for, He said that it had been a long time since he had done that to anyone and he was just getting heated up because we were both naked. He also asked if I enjoyed it. I told him that it felt okay not wanting to sound like I was gay. Ted: would you mind if I continued? Me: well you know I'm not gay or anything. Ted: Oh yeah me neither. With that I got back into the spooning position and he did too. I heard him open a tube of something and put it on his finger, then he said oops got to much let me wipe this off and I looked a round and it looked like he rubbed it off on his dick. but that didn't matter the room was still spinning from that smell and I was so horny I told him to hurry and put his finger back inside me. He did as he was told and was circling my anus and deeper and deeper till he hit a bump inside me and started to rub it. That's that spot he said, do you feel that. I said that yes, but that was about all I could say. Because the pleasure that I was feeling was amazing. He started to tell me about why he got a Bio-hazard tattoo on his cock. That he had treated so many sick people. That so many of the people that he treated to his cock were stuck in their fear. With that he pulled out his finger and I asked him to put it back in. He asked if I was ready for more and I said I'm so horny that he could put all his finger in. With that I felt something poking my hold and it slid very deep into me. The pain was unbearable but he reached around and was covering my mouth with his hand. He stayed right there and did not move for awhile, then slowly started to pull all the way out brushing that bump making me see stars. very slow at first pulling all the way out a pushing all the way back in. he asked if I liked what he was doing. I told him I was confused but it felt good. He said all my fears and worries will be over soon and that I will be part of him, or something like that, I will carry it with me. I didn't know what he meant but the pleasure that I was feeling was amazing. He told me that it was about to get better and he started to push into me and pull out of me faster and harder, in out in out deeper and deeper and deeper till he whispered in my ear that he was about to cum and I would be free and changed forever. Once he finished telling me that he pushed all the way in deep as he could and I felt him twitching and pulsing and the warmth spreading through my whole body was wonderful. We slept the whole night and I woke up in the morning wit his cock still in me and he said that we had done it three time last night and that I had a smile on my face all night. We got up and showered and he left giving me his number and said if and when you get the flu give me a call. I didn't know what that meant and why I would call him when I got the flu he was not my doctor but I said okay and we parted ways. About two months later I had gotten as sick as a dog I thought I would die from this flu and I remembered the number in my wallet so I called. Ted answered and said that I was free that I should go get tested and that I was probably positive. I thought that I was positive that he was crazy. About a month later I had gone to the doctor for a check up and he said that something looked funny and was I having sex with a lot of partners. I said to him "no" that my wife was the only one that I had sex with but its been a while. He said let me do some blood work and we will see whats up. That was a week ago and the phone is ringing and it my doctors office.

On Sniffies one night, I found this really cute slim 18 yo, Latin college student near me. He was sweet and easygoing and wanted to fuck me with condoms despite my reassurances of being STI free and on PreP. We decided to fuck in my car cuz he had a test to take later that night. His 6.5" dick turned out to be 7.5" which normally is good but I usually prefer closer to average. His curved down which made sucking him easy to deep throat but not as easy to bottom for. He eventually started fucking me with a condom. I don't like condoms because they honestly hurt me. I need it super wet or I will get fissures. After 10 minutes of condom sex, my hole couldn't take it anymore and said I can't fuck with the condom anymore, saying that while laying on my back legs in the air. He pulled it off and asked if I was clean. After I said yes, he stuck it back in without question. He came hard inside me after 5 hard thrusts. I could feel every pulse. He really came hard to the point he didn't want me to move for a minute to catch his breathe. Young and hung guys right?

It depends on the situation, but with people that I trust, I love both inflicting and receiving pain from them. Sometimes it’s just from a nice forceful shoving the cock into the ass, and sometimes it involves beating, smacking, etc. I really enjoy it when I’m fucking someone or jerking off and somebody gives me a mischievous grin and then bites down hard on my nipples until they are sore and chafed. I just have to know that they are enjoying it in order for me to enjoy it.

Was his cum still in you when you fucked your wife?

i think this is a great topic/question hntnhole. i think a lot of 'relationship' or ideas of relationship, gets based on the dominant cultural model/s we were raised with, and a lot of those ideas are not even conscious. For instance i was married (to a woman) for much of my life and when it ended she got everything material. i'd been the source of income our whole relationship, so her expectation, and that of the courts, was that i had to support her the rest of her life. i didn't want to stay attached or obligated, so she got a sizable estate that represented a lifetime of work for me. As a result, i will never marry again or get myself in a position of being the sole support in a relationship. i don't think a person who cannot support their self is relationship ready. So i guess the first things i bring to, and look for, in relationship is both an attitude and ability of self responsibility. i'm not one who believes in the notion that two halves make a whole when it comes to a romantic tangle, but that two whole people can make something different together. i also believe compatibility is often overlooked in traditional relationship. i think nature teaches us that opposites attract and bond. i know myself and know how to articulate and be transparent. That's something i look for in relationship, both giving and receiving. i cannot have a relationship with someone where i have to 'pull teeth.' Sex is important to me, and i think it is to most guys, so i think it's foolish to not lay it on the table upfront when it comes to considering relationship. Even in hook ups, i think it's sort of crazy how some guys are not upfront about what they want/need, but suggest just getting together and seeing what happens? To me, that can be a big waste of time and energy. i know i'm a total bottom, so i know from the start that a romantic relationship of any sort will not work with another bottom. For longevity where i'm involved, i'd look for a Total Top/total bottom dynamic. As a bottom, i bring sexual availability to the table. For me an ideal romantic tangle would be us living nearby each other, like a couple of houses apart even, walking distance. We each have our own space, but there is easy access. One of the things i like about a Total Top/total bottom dynamic is the energy is more clear cut. i don't ever have to worry about his ass and He never has to worry about my penis. But i'm familiar with the kind of Top energy i would want in a relationship. The Tops i am drawn too are more dom in nature, like to be in charge, have a creative energy, the need/desire to penetrate, inseminate, impregnate, sort of possess another, etc.,.. and to me that disposition permeates most of their person, not just sexually, though that's a big component. On my side, i bring availability/accessability. my bottom nature is also somewhat sub and corresponds to His. I.e., my needs/desires are to be a receptacle, be inseminated, impregnated, sort of possessed, etc.. So, if He wakes up in the middle of the night with a hard on and need to breed, i am perfectly happy for Him to just slide in, even if i am sleeping. But if He does that, He gets what He gets lol, it's not like He wakes me and i go douche at 3 in the morning, there is a mutuality about the energy. i had a friend like this when i was in nursing school. It didn't involve sex, because the friend was a woman, but we lived a couple of houses apart and we'd walk over and share a watermelon, or spontaneously go to a movie or dinner, or just talk on the front porch. With a Guy, i could see something similar, with sex added into the relationship.

Yeah, that's a fair point and I think ostracism from relatives for being gay is hardly uncommon. But I still think that incorporating a serious relationship partner into a family and friend circle is an important and necessary milestone. I realize that navigating the dynamics is difficult (especially if some of them believe that gays: 1) will all burn in hell because, y'know, religion. 2) are all child molesters 3) will spread their hiv from sharing toilet seats etc etc) but family and friends are likely the two tightest social support networks in a person's life and I feel like if you're in love with a serious romantic partner, they need to be a part of that network in a meaningful way as well. That's how it is for straight relationships and that's how it should be for any other sexuality. I don't think I'm being too unrealistically idealistic in pushing for it; indeed, if gays keep avoiding it, normalizing that standard will just keep getting delayed. And yeah, there might be conflict but if 'family' and 'friends' can't accept that, hard decisions might need to be made on who are really family (and not just biologically linked) and who are really friends (and not just acquaintances), especially if some of them are toxic on the issue and affect your mentality and your relationship. On a more abstract level, I feel like the people who you choose to surround yourself with and the dynamics you have with them are all a representation of who you are as a person. And also a part of one's growth as a person is how socially capable and embedded you are with friends/community/professional relationships etc. So yeah, I do think that it's a legit relationship need for the social worlds of two partners to be able to fit somewhat cohesively. I think the folks in our niche of proclivities should be given due credit. Social stigma aside, being a slut requires many many repetitions and hours of hard labour. Isn't that the basis of becoming a skilled tradesman or a specialized expert? But yeah, I'm probably an extremist on this issue though because I believe all aspects of a healthy relationship are connected organically on a biological level stemming from good sex. <mini rant> That's why I think that ppl in sexless relationships/marriages trying to force it with rando strategies like a kid or a pet or counselling or guilt tripping or whatever are just doomed to failure or end up with a meaningless shell. A relationship is something that happens from the bottom up (pun!) not the top down. I think a lot of the social dynamics and compatibility are affected by the raw interchange of pheromones and oxytocin as well as the conditioning of all the neurotransmission going on too. If you're not having sex, address it head on and figure out the root causes and not just try to patch things up with excuses like, 'oh it's just age', or 'this is just how it is' or just straight on denial. Here's some blunt advice - got a limp dick? get ed pills and ask your doctor to help diagnose. no libido? go check your blood work make a list of possible reasons and talk to your doctor. hormones out of whack? see an endocrinologist and get hormone replacement. got fat and not attractive anymore? set a diet and exercise plan and stick to it. Obviously it can be more complicated than that but my point is it's vital to be proactive on prioritizing good sex as a required resource of a relationship, otherwise it'll starve.

My own stories, of course, really target my own particular fetishes. So yes.

I respect your posts and opinions, too, @BBArchangel. We'll have to agree to disagree on this issue. I never challenge the lived experiences and emotions of people who feel hurt when a partner wants to, or does, have sex outside the relationship. I do, however, object to the idea that the partner who wants sex outside the relationship is defective. One can use "cheater" to describe a person who has sex outside a relationship, but epithets like "liars or whatever you are calling yourselves" presume that one person's wishes are completely invalid and that the other person's wishes are valid — in other words, that one partner is all wrong and the other, all right. Every partner who can be called a "liar" has a counterpart who could be called a "prude", "frigid", a "control freak", or "boring in bed". Name-calling of course doesn't help. The problem is that two people (not just one) are finding out that their relationship isn't perfect. It's a hard problem, and in most cases, it can't be solved by digging in deeper on monogamy. The partner who asks for an open relationship is being honest, and is taking a huge emotional risk. The partner who refuses is taking no emotional risk, and is dismissing the other person's desires. Do we really expect one partner, who wore the "bad boyfriend" target on his back when he asked for an open relationship, to then put on the "lying, cheating boyfriend" target (with an even bigger red circle in the middle), disclosing that he has given in and fucked another guy? Meanwhile, the other partner, who refuses sex and refuses to allow sex with others, gets to keep wearing the "perfect boyfriend" wings, and to add the "innocent victim" halo when the sex-starved partner cracks? Trust is definitely important, but each individual still has to be realistic and be responsible for his own safety. Research on straight married people inevitably uncovers high rates of infidelity. Even though participants can easily lie in this kind of survey research, they admit infidelity. These are straight people, who have longer experience with formal, legal marital relationships than do gay people, who have fewer total partners, and who have less access to casual sex (due to social mores and pregnancy risk). It's even less realistic to assume fidelity in a gay relationship. As for safety, it makes sense to trust that a positive boyfriend won't transmit HIV if he's virally suppressed and you watch him take his medication every morning. If the man of your dreams is negative, stay on PrEP yourself! Whether he's neg or Poz, it makes no sense to trust that he won't transmit other STIs, because you cannot watch him all day long. Get your STI vaccinations and keep up with your own STI testing routine! The other thing that gets me — and I'm not saying this of you, or even of this thread, but in general — is that we leave space for people to discuss all kinds of fetishes here, but always drown out discussion of cheating as an erotic fetish (even though it isn't illegal, unless you're in the US military or in a religious fundamentalist country, and even though the forum rules don't seem to forbid discussing it). It's possible, just possible, that some of us find cheating erotic. I can never be cheated on because I don't believe I'm important enough to regulate anyone else's sexual behavior. I can never cheat again because I now refuse to enter into monogamous relationships. Though I have no stake in this game, reading about cheating makes my dick hard. I always politely suggest that people separate erotic discourse about cheating from emotional discourse. It's easy to create a new thread, and even to cross-link two threads. In other online communities, shaming has become such a problem that moderators have had to step in. On Reddit, for example, members of the r/adultery subreddit regularly receive hate-filled private messages from members of r/survivinginfidelity . The rules for the two communities have been updated to say not to quote, cross-reference, etc., and to report hate mail. We don't have that kind of problem on BZ, but instead, the anti-cheaters succeed in drowning out erotic discussion of cheating. I am puzzled that fifty-year-old celibate straight women have a voracious appetite for romance novels about infidelity (the typical cover shows an olive-skinned, muscular, shirtless, long-haired man riding a white horse, come to rescue an innocent, homely, lovelorn housewife) but some gay men don't tolerate any discussion of infidelity. There's room for all perspectives. Is there any reason not to create separate spaces to discuss the erotic and the emotional dimensions of cheating?

I love eating ass -- especially freshly cum-loaded ass!! Also, love my ass eaten 😈🕳️💦

A few years back I was at our local bookstore and it was pretty empty. There was one booth occupied and i took the booth next to it. There was a cute young Asian guy (my weakness) and a cute white guy and they were making out. The took turns putting their cock through the glory hole and I sucked their cocks. After a while they had me join them. Well the white guy came right away and i swallowed of course. Then he left to my surprise as I thought they were a couple. So i continued to suck the Asian guy and he had me stop and said to go in the hallway. So we did and I dropped to my knees sucking his cock as an older guy and the Bookstore attendant ( very fat older white guy) watched and played with the Asian boy's nipples as i continued to suck him. The Asian boy soon came giving me my second load to eat. Weeks later i went in and their was no-one but the fat attendant. he came in back and pulled his dick out and i dropped to my knees. He had to hold his belly up and told me what a dirty cocksucker i was and soon spilled his load down my throat. Was so fucking hot. Another time back in the 80's there was a bookstore in Old Town next door to the Bijou I would go there all the time to suck cock. The attendant was a cute Skinny Latin/Black mix. On one visit noone was in the place and he had me suck him and then fucked me out in the middle of the store. Those were the days.

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@1stimebare, the Affordable Care Act, and laws in some states, give you appeal rights. Even if the denial letter ends up being superseded by an approval, it's a good idea to start the appeal process now. The letter should indicate what to do, but you might have to check with your state's health insurance regulator. You will get lots of conflicting answers from people who do not have final authority. An insurer's interest is always to cover as little as possible. The usual practice is to deny everything, even if the coverage is required by law. Clerks are trained to deny requests and are not given the knowledge or the authority to do things right. Delays, inconsistent answers, and so on, are part of the insurer's strategy. Most patients don't complain, so the strategy usually works. Waiting to start PrEP increases your risk of HIV infection. Don't hesitate to speak up! Your state's health insurance regulator should have a Web site and a phone number where you can get information about your rights.

Thanks, nastysubbbbottom, for the reply. If I were on the prowl for a relationship, it would be somewhat limited. I wouldn't be looking for "love" - I would be looking for some compatible, shared values of course, and an intelligent guy able to carry a conversation. I would be perhaps interested in a guy who has interests other than just the sexual, a well-rounded kind of guy. I'm afraid I don't deal well with dullness, disinterest, dishonesty, so it would have to be an "open" type of relationship - No "rules" about outside sex, no cultural bs accepted. I'd want a free-thinker, a guy who knows himself, knows what he needs, and gets it. I would want to be able to trust him, of course, and give him no reason to become distrustful of me. And, I would not be interested in a guy addicted to chemicals, since I've already had a go-around with one of those. I could bring honesty to a relationship, I could bring trustworthiness, and some of the nicer things in life. I would not be willing to support him though, since I would want a responsible kind of guy, and being involved in gainful work/volunteerism is an important part of one's character. I would enjoy "spur-of-the-moment" stuff like lets go to X place for supper, or see an exhibit or the rodeo or whatever. That kind of thing is fun too. Since I'm mostly Top, preferably a cumdump I could whore out and enjoy sharing. Send him out for loads if I'm busy with something else. Hit the fuckjoints together, so I could watch, encourage, help deepen and reinforce his Lusts, all of that. All of that said, I'm not all that interested in a relationship; I'm interested in what kind of things guys on BZ would want in one. Thanks again for your reply.

As has been mention before, once you get half a cock up you then you're surrounded and they are queuing up! Don't know how/why but after that first one you're on a roll!

Raymond scrambled back to his knees and assumed his position: chest and face down, slightly off-center of the middle couch cushion, back slightly arched and his jock-strap-covered ass offered to Nelson like a gift ready to be opened. Nelson watched as the college boy eagerly responded. He stroked his dick and watched Raymond’s back muscles move and flex as he got into position. He stepped toward Raymond but then a thought crossed his mind. As Raymond lay there, waiting, Nelson moved across the living room and grabbed a small wooden box that was on his bookshelf. From it, Nelson produced the familiar, small, clear baggie that his dealer supplied him with the night before. Taking a quick look, he was more than satisfied with the contents and knelt behind his waiting prey and began admiring the boy’s body. With his fingertips, he gently traced an invisible line from the right ankle, up to the calf, behind the knee, up behind Raymond’s ample thigh and found his way to the boy’s right ass cheek and repeated the same motion with his left hand on the other leg. This gentleness surprised and excited Raymond. He moaned into cushion and turned his head on its left side and shivered as Nelson touch found its way to the other lobe. Nelson took the opportunity to give Raymond’s ass four hard slaps all on the right cheek. Raymond yipped at the sudden pain and lifted his head to voice his discomfort and was met with four more hard slaps. Each slap was harder than the last. From the back of the back of the apartment Raymond was startled by a voice that he forgot was there. “Oh shit! Someone ain’t playing around today!” Thomas yelled with laughter in his voice and was quiet once again, getting back to whatever he was doing in Nelson’s bedroom. “Keep your face buried in that fucking couch, slut.” Nelson snarled as Raymond snapped his head back to its original position. Nelson got off on the mind games. He knew that his unpredictability would confuse the kid. Moving from gentle and passionate to dominant and imposing would ensure that Raymond would have no doubt about this role in all this. Nelson had always been intrigued by Raymond after noticing him in class. His standoffish attitude and loner style was attractive. He often dressed like he didn’t care what he looked like, arriving to class with messy hair and mismatched clothes that he was somehow able to pull off. Nelson’s interest level in the boy increased after a brief conversation with one of his regular fuck buddies on campus. The two were chatting on campus early in the fall when Nelson’s pal pointed out Raymond walking across a courtyard to a parking garage. “Dude, that guy has a nice dick.” Just a week prior, Raymond had the guy over for a quick fuck session and hurriedly ushered the guy out within minutes after spraying his load on his back and shoulders. That off-handed comment stuck with Nelson even after the class ended in December. Nelson had tried once to chat with Raymond after class, but he was always quick to put on his headphones and had blinders to the world as moved through the classroom and out into the halls. He was beyond thrilled that afternoon when he noticed Raymond in the café. The interaction at the café seemed so far away, but in reality it had only been about two hours ago. The sun was still up and peaking through the tops of his drawn curtains. “Time flies when you’re breaking boys,” he thought to himself. Nelson reached for the baggie and found a shard that was about the size of a raisin. He stood, straddling the boy’s body and leaned down, with one hand Raymond’s neck, he pushed him deeper into the cushion. With his mouth centimeters from the boy’s ear, Nelson flicked his tongue a few times, causing the boy to moan. He pleasured the boy’s ear for a few moments before whispering, “He’s right you know. I’m not playing around.” And he then reached back and shoved the shard deep into Nelson’s ass. The boy squirmed, but Nelson had him locked in place. One hand on the boy’s neck and the other trying to push the rock deeper in Raymond’s quivering hole. “Be still, kiddo. You just got your first booty bump. You’ll be thanking me soon.” Nelson began plunging his finger in and out, satisfied that the shard was now lodged deep and dissolving in the boy’s cunt. Raymond couldn’t help but moan as the finger invading his hole was giving him pleasure that he didn’t know he needed. He hadn’t been fucked in so long he forgot how the pleasure felt. He began to rock his hips back and forth, trying to match the motions of Nelson’s finger in order to get it deeper. “Someone’s got a hungry pussy,” he again whispered to Raymond. Ending his sentence with a deep, sloppy, tongue fuck to Raymond’s left ear, the boy was sent into a new realm of satisfaction. He began to moan and writhe beneath Nelson and the tongue kept invading his ear. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah...” Nelson heard over and over through the cushion. He had no doubt the kid was now his. He gently nibbled on Raymond’s ear lobe before standing up and resuming his position behind. Raymond spread his knees, presenting his ass to Nelson. Raymond smiled in approval then grabbed each of the kid’s arms and crossed them behind his back. “Keep your hands right there. You fucking move them, you’ll be fucking sorry,” growling at the boy, once again. Nelson, leaning back on his haunches, looked down at his achingly hard cock and gave it a few strokes while he inserted two fingers into Raymond’s significantly hotter hole. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the boy was flying. “Fucking hot hole, faggot,” he said as he continued exploring Raymond from the inside. “That booty bump will be setting you right soon enough. You really should show some appreciation for that, slut.” Nelson heard a muffled, “Thank you.” “You are very welcome,” Now with three fingers stretching the boy in a way he had never had experienced. His other hand was now rubbing up, down and across Raymond’s back muscles, already imagining how much they would flex and strain when the real fun began. “You’ve got a fucking hot body, kiddo. I hope you know things are about to get intense,” Slowly pistoning his three fingers in and out of the boy’s hole. “You need to pay attention to what I am about to say,” Fingers flexing and spreading inside the boy. Raymond arched his back as much as he could while bucking his hips back, trying to get as much of Nelson inside him. “From this moment on, you are nothing but a hole to me,” Fingers moving faster now, in and out, in and out. “You are mine to use and abuse,” Slowing back down, now with two fingers, gliding in and out. He began to feel the sweat accumulate on the boy’s back. The booty bump was doing its magic. “Holes are meant to give men like me pleasure,” This time jabbing his two fingers in with more force. Thrusting in, gliding out. Thrusting in, gliding out. “You belong to me now,” Thrusting in, twisting and circling, spreading and flexing. “I don’t give a fuck who or what you are,” Three fingers now, slowly in, circling and massaging the hole. “From now on, I am Sir to you,” Three fingers forcing their way in. In and out. In and out. He had a rhythm and he could feel the boy responding to his words and actions. “Do you understand, faggot?” “Yes, Sir,” came a muffled response. Nelson used the opportunity to further establish his dominance and slapped Raymond’s ass. Raymond flinched, “I didn’t quite here that, faggot. Do you understand?” “YES, SIR!” came a louder response. “Fuck yeah, boy. Flip over.” Raymond was quick to comply. Moving his hands from his back, he steadied himself and rolled to his left and had most of his upper body on the couch with his legs on the ground. Nelson admired his work. The boy’s sweaty face and matted hair was a good look. The boy was feeling the effects of the bump and stared intensely at the man before him, still on his haunches, dick pointing forward. Raymond licked his lips. “Pull your legs up, slut.” “Yes, Sir.” Raymond lifted his legs and hooked his arms around them and brought them as close to his chest as he could. Nelson admired the boy once more. His ass had a very light dusting of peach fuzz. He leaned forward and gently flicked the boy’s hole with his tongue. Raymond’s hole winked in approval. Nelson dove in for the feast. His hands now on either ass cheek, spreading and getting more access to the boy’s hole. Raymond was in heaven. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah...” he half whispered, half mumbled. Nelson’s stubble was adding new levels of pleasure to the experience and Raymond didn’t want it to stop. He held on to his own legs tighter, trying to move them closer to his chest to give more of himself to the man below. Nelson was on a mission. His tongue probed deeper, tasting the saltiness of the boy’s hole, doing his best to drive him wild, doing his best to get the hole as wet as possible. After a few minutes of pleasuring the boy, Nelson moved away from his property and raised his hand to the boy’s mouth, cupping it. “Spit.” Raymond complied and spit into Nelson’s palm. “More.” Again, Raymond complied. Satisfied with the amount, Nelson lubed his rigid monster with the boy’s spit. He pulled the boy out a few inches and bent him in order to raise his hole to a more accommodating position. “Look at me, faggot.” Raymond’s eyes met Nelson’s. His pupils were dilated, and he was beginning to sweat more. Nelson placed his right hand on Raymond’s throat and placed his bulbous dick head at the entrance to the boy’s cunt. Raymond was lost in the pleasure, but he noticed a sinister appearance that was no covering Nelson's face. “I fucking told you not to move your fucking hands.” And in one thrust, he impaled the boy with the full length of his meaty pole.

Meeting with the Coach (Seth’s POV) **just for ease, for most of the conversation, Coach will be in Italics, and Seth is in normal type.** “Seth, Can I talk to you in my office?” Coach Davis said as the meeting broke up and the guys were either heading out or shooting the shit. “Sure thing, Coach.” I said as we both headed out of the gym and into the Office area of the Fitness Building. Coach held the door for me and motioned to the chair in front of his desk as we walked into his office. He closed the door and went around to sit in his chair. As He began to sit down, I noticed that his pants were a bit tighter in the crotch than normal. “I noticed a lot of the guys looked a bit under the weather. You got any idea why?” “You really want the truth, or do you want to be ignorant of it?” “I think I know what the truth is, I just want you to confirm it for me.” “So, we may have had a party before Thanksgiving where some drinking may have occurred, and after that some sex between team mates. No condoms were used.” “And let me guess, you, Tom, Rob and Jon fucked everyone?” “There was lots of fucking by lots of people, but yeah, the six of us were the main fuckers of as many as we could.” “Wait, Six?” “Yeah, after Tom and Rob got it, they gave it to Chris and James. I thought you had figured that out already.” “Damn, I must have missed then when they were sick. So from the looks of things out there, how many are converted or converting?” “From the looks of it, you now have 20 members of the team who are poz or will be soon.” “So we got three who didn’t get it at your little party?” “Looks that way. We can try to get them during the season.” “I don’t want to lose any during the season, so I would not suggest you actively try, but if it happens…” “Yeah, I get you. How you doing Coach? Need a recharge? Noticed you tenting your tracks when you sat down.” “Honestly, I am good right now. I just hope that no one notices that almost the whole team is sick at once. But so glad to see that my strain is still doing well after all these years. Guess you better head home and get ready for school. I will talk to you next week.” With that I headed out of the office, closing the door to Coach Steve Davis’s office.

About two hours ago I took an early train from work. I like to sit up cause it’s more isolated and don’t have to worry about people trying to steel my shit if I fall asleep. But on the first floor came in a sexy younger looking thug type you know slim muscular looking. Gray shirt on jacket unzipped sagging pants blue boxerbriefs and a nice bulge. He pulled out his phone and opened up his Instagram and started scrolling. I was able to see his screen from where I sat and I noticed there was lots of half naked guys on his feed lots of thirst traps and all. So I opened up my airdrop to see if his was on and there were a few but one definitely stood out so I dropped him my contact card he looked around but didn’t look up. So he texted me “who dis” i told him to come up so we can chat he turned looked at me and then grabbed his jacket and came up. Asked me what I wanted and I told him I saw him liking those pics and thirst traps. So he asked me if I was being a thirsty hoe or something. Asked him where he getting off and he told me the same place I was. Told him he can come over to my car and find out if he interested. So we got to my car moved the seats up I pulled out his dick and started to suck him. He told me to get it nice and wet so he can fuck my slutty ass up. After throating his dick for some time he got between my legs and folded me up. I felt his dick push up inside me and we both let out an out moan. He started pounding me deep and hard right of the bat no easing in. I was moaning and pushing my hands agains his abs while he was holding my legs up and slamming his dick balls deep and raw in me. I felt that dick rearranging my guts. He grabbed me by the throat and told me to beg for his cum. I moaned out how bad I want his seed inside me. He slammed his dick inside me and began to shoot multiple times. He thrusted in me a few more times after cumming in me and then pulled out. We got dressed right before the next train arrived and there were people in the parking lot. I dropped him off at his friends crib and I went home with his load in my guts.

Living in San Francisco, there was a sex club down the street from Folsom Glutch, next to a clown college. One Saturday, I go into the place to see who's ready to fuck and I see a young Latin guy working the front desk. This guy had a nice brown & round bubble butt. I go around and play with some of the sluts. The front desk clerk comes and finds me balls deep in a bottom's hole. I was horny for him, he was horny me so I exit the other guy and start fucking. I ended up pulling out and blasting all over his face. Then taking my cock and slapping him across the face. I told him next time we fuck, I'm going to impregnate him with seed. Tells me, don't threaten him with a good time, while licking the cum off his face. I went back 3 or 4 times before I saw him again. This was a Sunday and really slow. He got off early and ask me to go home with. I had so much fun with his ass that night. I bent him over his couch and fucked him, fucked him on his kitchen counter, and once more in the shower for good measure. His booty hole was sooo good and I was having the time of my life giving him a good pounding. While in the shower, I busted my nut all up in his guts.

It's rare but it happened to me. I had my PA in and I noticed a little blood. Got the fuck flu a few weeks later. After I reconnected with the bottom he told me he had recently converted so was highly toxic. Voila. It happens.

It's difficult but not impossible. There's no way, precisely, to quantify the odds because you'd have to fuck a guy who was poz AND had a high enough viral load to infect you, AND the sex would have to be conducive to that (like a tiny tear in his rectal wall that bled and infected you that way). Without that happening, you won't become poz; but there' s no way to guess how often that might happen or what the odds in that particular circumstance might be. They're low, but not zero. If you WANT to remain negative, though, get on PrEP. There's no reason to, other than the cost (if there's a cost for you) and having to take a pill every day. But remember, if you DO end up converting, you'll be taking a (different) pill every day, and unless you want to progress to AIDS and die, there's no option to quit.

Chapter 4 of 4. Jack slammed his big sheathed POZ cock into my boy’s hole. This time, he was fucking to cum. My boy panted and moaned, savoring that big cock sliding in and out of him. Jack was really pounding hard and started cursing and grunting as he fired his seed deep inside the latex reservoir lodged in my boy’s chute. I prayed that the condom had withheld that assault. He pulled out carefully and I was glad to see the tip of the condom full of creamy cum. I knew that that cum held a detectable viral load and I was glad none had seeped into my boy’s pussy. The cab driver eased Jack out of the way and slammed, raw, back inside. Even with my spit, it was a dry rough fuck. My boy winced again and asked the man to stop. He pulled out and I went back to my knees to provide a bit more lube. It still wasn’t enough. The cab driver carefully put his cock inside my boy and a look of relief came over his face. I saw droplets of golden piss leaking out around his deeply-planted cock and realized he was pissing inside my boy. All of that wetness still wasn’t enough and I spit on the guy’s raw cock every time he pulled out far enough for me to do so. My boy was still crying out that it hurt. Jack brought my hand back to his cock, still sheathed in the full condom. ‘Help your boy out…’ I knew what he was suggesting and didn’t know what to do. ‘I need more lube, now,’ my boy exclaimed. Without further thought, I carefully pulled that full condom off of Jack’s POZ cock. I poured a dribble onto the cab driver’s cock and my boy moaned, ‘more! Give me more!’ I gave my boy more of Jack’s cum and the cab driver gave my boy more of his dick. After a few minutes of intense ass-pounding, I’d fully drained Jack’s POZ seed into my boy’s vulnerable hole. Seeing the stranger driving in and out of my boy, lubed with Jack’s cum got me totally hard again. The man came inside my boy and pulled out leaving a dollop of white froth oozing out of his well-fucked pussy. I smeared their combined juices on my cock and slid right in. Knowing that I was forcing their cum deeper and deeper inside my boy got me so hot I shot off again. With four loads leaking out, my boy lowered his legs down and we all saw that he’d shot at least once all over his shirt and face. The three of us took turns kissing and lapping his cum up. We got back in the cab and my boy quickly fell asleep. His hair mussed and shirt streaked with cum, he hadn’t even managed to pull his pants up properly. A puddle of cum leaked from his cored-out hole and onto the car seat. Jack tenderly stroked my boy’s hair as he leaned against him. We made it back to Jack’s house and I tried to pay the cab driver. He refused payment and told me he’d already gotten his tip where he wanted it. Jack and I eased my boy inside and onto Jack’s bed. We had another beer and talked quietly as my boy snored from the bedroom. Jack thanked me for a lovely evening and asked if I would mind him taking my boy out on a date sometime. All I could do was nod in agreement knowing he’d be getting much more of his POZ seed into my boy’s guts. We wound up spending the night. Jack and I undressed my boy and we slept in the same position as in the cab, my boy in the middle and us on either side. Early in the morning, I woke to see Jack grasping my boy’s chest as he worked his cock against my boy’s tender leaking hole. He smiled at me, ‘Glad you’re up. You want to get my cock into your boy again?’ I nodded asking if we needed to bother with a rubber this time. He shook his head saying, ‘I promised you I’d start with a condom, but it seems a little late for that!’ I agreed and guided his bare POZ dick into my boy’s hole. We both filled him up and my boy loved every minute of it. That afternoon, my boy and I got to the clinic and both of us went on PEP. My boy told the doctor, honestly, that he was prepared to take POZ cock raw, but wasn’t ready to convert. That was a few weeks ago. We’re now both on PrEP. Jack and I love sharing his hole. He regularly gets six or seven loads a week now. As his hole gets used to so much cock, my boy says he’s ready for more. So, next week, Jack is going to invite a few POZ buddies over, with the understanding that I’ll guide their cocks inside him raw and leave him filled to overflowing. THE END.

That is exactly where I lay the blame as well. Men like us simply don't fit the "mold" for others, especially when they're infused with the phoney, anti-human bs foisted upon those who don't fit the mold. We, as non-normative men - gay men - have been, are now, and will be rejected merely because of the fact that we are born differently. Odd, isn't it - that unless we grow up "obviously" different, we're included ... until all of a sudden we're not. This is why we must build supportive cultural structures that reinforce us. But, you probably figured out that this is the reason I wrote this post in the first place, didn'tcha ... you sweet boy ....

I think they actually used to! But April is a good time to visit, because Wet turns 21 then. There are some discounts and a competition: [think before following links] https://wetonwellington.com.au/birthday-celebration/. We all need to support the saunas after what must have been two very tough years.

I'm an older bearish bottom, and find in a total dark room, tops don't usually care whose hole they are in. That being said though, it could very well be a quick 2 minute fuck without breeding. I didn't get this at first. Was it because I didn't already have a load in? Did they not like my ass? Was I somehow "dirty?' Found the best time to get a load in at a bath is late at night. Guys have had their cocks up several holes by then, and ready to shoot a load in.

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editor's note. I think this is a weak chapter Pozzed While Cruising 9 I ate some lunch in silence reliving my last week wondering if I was going to poz or not, whether or not I was infecting other guys or not. I sat there in the Union in a booth at the back of the cafe with a full on raging hard on. I knew then my answer was to keep going on. I was having some of the best, sluttiest sex ever in my short 18 years. I was opening myself to a world of any load anytime. I knew I was not going to make it through my last class without getting off, but I hunkered down. I was determined not to cum until I ran into Josh or made it to the last cruise spot of the day. I ran into Josh as I walked to class. I could tell he was a little embarrassed, but we chatted as if nothing happened the night before. It was funny to see girls in class flaunt over him trying to get into his pants, but he seemed to deflect them one by one. He gave me a wry smile and I told him to meet me after class. Class dragged on like you would not believe. The professor droned on and on. He finally wrapped up the class and thank god it was Friday. Josh sat at his desk talking football with one of the guys while he waited for me to make my way to his desk. He brushed off a few bimbo’s. As we made our way out of class. I asked him if he wanted some more of last night's fun, but nearly completely anonymously. He nodded. I said, “follow me!” When we got to the bathroom door where it all began for me. I gave him the lay of the land. I instructed him to take the center stall and if the person next to you taps their foot, that means they want a blowjob. Go from there. I could only hope Jake was already in there or would be here soon. I led Josh into the bathroom and pushed him towards the middle stall. I could see under the last stall that it was Jakes’s shoes under the divider. I had Josh right where I wanted him. I got into my stall and looked underneath and Jake was already tapping his foot and Josh was answering him. Jake was was on his knees in no time with his hung white cock under the divider and Josh was slowly jerking it and getting on his knees to suck him. I was halfway to accomplishing my mission. I had faith in Jake to close the deal. Josh may be the QB stud on the field, but behind closed doors he was just a Jock Twink. Jake had his cock Josh’s mouth, and Josh was really getting into it. He had his pants down around his ankle and was stroking his cock. I heard Jake invite him over to his stall for a more intimate encounter, but Josh hesitated. Jake spoke just above a whisper, “listen QB get your faggot ass in this stall now or else!” Josh did not need to hear anything else. He literally crawled under the divider to be with Jake. I heard some additional slurping from my vantage point. I could see Josh being bent over the toilet and Jake getting behind him. I knew my job was done. I had delivered my first gift to Jake and his crew and I had more planned. I could hear Jake fucking Josh and Josh was loving it. I could hear Jake use the same words on my Josh that he did to me like “gift”, “tainted” and finally “take my poz load QB slut”! Josh took it all. Never once questioning what it all meant. Jake spoke aloud asking if I was still there. I had moved over a stall to watch Josh take Jake’s special gift. He told me to bring QB Slut and be at his apartment within the hour. Josh tried to excuse himself, but a stern look from Jake shut him down. I knew what Josh had in store for him, and for myself I was of course looking forward to it. Jake smacked Josh on the ass, looked at me and left. Josh fingered his hole and licked his fingers clean of Jake’s gifted jizz. I offered to rim him. He nodded and I made my way over to his stall. He sat down on the toilet and lifted his legs. I got down on my knees and licked at his well fucked hole. Jake came a ton and I am sure I was getting a bit of Ty in there as well. Just then we heard the outer door open up and I had just enough time to get between the wall and the toilet so that it looked like only one person was in the stall. Our new visitor must have been a cruiser as well as he took the stall right next to us and within seconds he tapped his foot. I prompted Josh to tap back, but he shook his head no, but I persisted. Josh tapped back. From under the divider snaked a Latin python that was over 9inches long. Josh nearly dove head first onto it. I watched in awe as he tried to deep throat it. I had to have some of that. I joined Josh on his knees, and I heard the mexican guy gasp that there were two sluts sucking his cock. We gobbled his cock for a few minutes before he asked if we could take this little 3way someplace more private. I answered yes. I brought him to Jake’s More to Cum Love the hot chat email me Joey

Took this dick over a picnic table in front of 10 other guys, most of whom took a turn. The trails are good too.. kinda hot being fucked in the dark in the woods !

Wanker’s Story pt. 2 Horvath nodded, and began unbuckling his belt. “Yeah. Just get me hard.” Sarge got down on his knees in front of Sergeant Charlie, unsnapping his pants and unzipping him while Horvath undid the buttons on his uniform top. “Come over here, Sendahl. You’re going to want to watch this.” Sarge said, pulling Horvath’s pants down and taking them off, leaving his boots on. The bulge in Sergeant Charlie’s underwear was enormous. I got down off the desk, careful to keep Sarge’s jizz inside me. I didn’t want to let it out. I went to kneel down beside Sarge. I never looked at Sarge like he’d be the type to do this, but I couldn’t argue with that feeling we shared. I understood something I could never have understood before- that brothers have a bond that goes beyond labels, outside of society’s norms. There was nothing above brotherhood, no barriers standing in the way. There was nothing wrong with anything between brothers, no weakness to be ashamed of, no limit to what I would now do for any of them. I watched Sarge rub Sergeant Charlie’s bulge. He kissed Horvath’s thigh. When he looked over at me, he smiled. “Watch this, kid.” And he peeled Horvath’s underwear down, releasing the monster inside. “Fuck. Sarge, that’s not going to fit up my ass.” I gasped. Sergeant Charlie’s cock, soft, was as big around as my wrist, and as long as Sarge’s cock was when it was hard. Sergeant Charlie didn’t shave. I’m not sure there would have been a point, as there wasn’t a beginning or end to the hair on his body. He was one solid carpet of black fur from his neck to his toes, though his ankles and feet wasn’t thick hair. Even his knees were hairy. “You’d be surprised what’ll fit up your ass, Private.” Sergeant Charlie said with an amused grin. “Look, his nuts aren’t as big as mine.” Sarge said, lifting Horvath’s heavy cock to exposed his hairy nuts, which were still sizable. He batted Horvath’s nuts like a punching bag a few times while Horvath crossed his arms and stared down. “None of that is getting my dick hard, Walters. We gonna do this? “ “Yeah, buddy. But the kid here has a trick to show you. You’re gonna love it.” Sarge pulled my head in. “Take a sniff, it seems to help you.” I leaned in and sniffed Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. There was a slight musk there, with a soothing herbal smell mixed in. I couldn’t smell any sweat, but Horvath had probably showered. Still, it was a deep, manly smell. I found I liked it too, but not near as much as Sarge’s raw, animal he-man odor. I felt Sarge’s lips next to my ear as my face was buried in Sergeant Charlie’s groin. “Show him what you did to me. He might take it easy on you if he likes it. Doubtful though, he never takes it easy on me.” I pulled my head out of his hairy nutsack and saw Sarge swallow the entire salami of Horvath’s soft dick, right to his pubes. Then I watched Sarge’s throat convulse and move. He rolled his eyes to me and indicated for me to take on Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. I took a breath. I turned my head so my chin went between Horvath’s thighs, then opened wide to let his low hangers drop into my mouth. I might be able to swallow both of them. I doubted it, but still wanted to try. I felt my lips make contact with his upper nutsack, then opened my throat, letting his balls drop through. As soon as I felt contact, I breathed deep, and clamped down to swallow. “Yeah Walters, take it deep. Keep that sweet mouth down on that hog.” Horvath started talking. “You know how- holy FUCK! “ My throat started heaving on his nuts, straining to swallow them down past my Adam’s apple. “Holy sweet fucking baby Jesus, suck those fucking marbles, FUCK!” I guess the warm, wet throat ballsack massage was a hit, but I didn’t have much attention to spare as I was trying not to choke to death on a hairy nut sandwich. When something is lodged in your throat your natural reaction is to choke it out or choke it down, and right now I was going back and forth between the two options and Horvath’s heavy cream filled nuts were the rope in my oral tug of war. I felt him press down on my mouth just like Sarge had done. Both his nuts were in my esophagus, lined up like a pinball machine, his sack hung low enough that getting both down in me was possible. I took a gamble before my breath ran out and clamped my lips down over the base of his balls and gave a giant gulp, wondering if I could get them further down. “Oooooooooooooooh…. Oh fuck. Oh God.” Horvath started moaning. And he literally shoved Sarge off his cock, which started bouncing and throbbing. It looked ridiculous watching that huge cock slime it’s way out of Sarge’s tear stained face like a baby calf being born. I had to spit his nuts out, I was about to pass out. Fuck, I can’t say what Sergeant Charlie felt, but trying to swallow two hot, fuzzy extra large plums at the same time kinda turned me on. No lie. Feeling them go down, then back up my throat, over and over again, that was insane. “Think you could swallow this monster? It’s not too much different.” Sarge said, offering Horvath’s cock to me by the base. It was a true foot long, or I’d eat my shoe. Not like Footling’s cock, which was probably close, but nowhere near this thick. I gulped. “No. It’s too big. I don’t even think my mouth opens that wide. “. I managed, almost too scared to even try. “Okay, then chest on the desk, legs spread.” Sarge said. I did exactly that, but I didn’t exactly run to get myself in position. Sarge patted me on the back. “Remember to breathe and relax. It’ll fit. And it’ll be fast.” I laid down, taking comfort in Sarge’s uniform underneath me. I saw his underwear a couple feet away. Sarge saw my look. “Here kid, I got the real thing here. Stick your head in here.” He hopped up on the desk and straddled my face. His dick was still hard. I gladly buried my face between his throbbing cock and those huge nuts. If it was possible, he smelled even better now that the remains of his fuck coated his shaved cock and nuts. Jesus! I reached out and grasped his ass cheeks to pull him into me. “Slow first, Horvath. Let him expand for a few seconds.” Sergeant Charlie just grunted. “Five days, Walters. I’m not holding back. My babies have been swimming around lost for five days in my sack. Your Private is just going to have to figure out how to take his pounding.” He said with no apology. Sarge sighed and caressed my buried head with his strong mitts. “Breathe deep, Private. It’s not going to be easy. Remember what I told you. Keep it open for him.” I did as Sarge ordered, and felt Horvath’s thick ram tube of meat push against my cum slicked hole. He didn’t stop there, didn’t pause, just kept increasing the pressure until his head split me open. “Agggghhhhhh!” I primal screamed into Sarge’s sweaty crotch. It felt like my asshole was burning with gasoline. My hips lifted, on my tip toes trying to get away from him, but I was locked into the desk. He had to be tearing me up, I had to be bleeding. I felt a tear roll down my face. “I always love that part.” Sergeant Charlie chuckled as he just kept shoving more and more of his massive forearm thick pole into me. “But the best part is what’s coming. “ With a brutal thrust he buried every last inch of that monster balls deep into my burning shitter with a sudden final violent punch. I thought I was going to throw up, pass out, and shit my internal organs out in one never ending bloody volcanic eruption . My intestines seized up, cramping in a breathtaking grip like a bear was eating me from the inside out. The hatchling from Alien was being born in my guts. This wasn’t a freight train, this was a pine tree, complete with bark and branches still attached. The sound I made when he bottomed out was a mix of a high pitched keening wail, a stupid sounding’GUH!’ and sob. I couldn’t imagine my asshole remained intact, and was probably a shredded bloody mess. I was going to die. I was pinned and couldn’t move my lower body, but my fingers put a death grip on Sarge’s ass. I know I left marks. “Fuck, Horvath, don’t kill him.” Sarge breathed. Horvath snorted. “Haven’t killed one yet. Doesn’t mean they don’t feel like I’m killing them.” He yanked his pine tree back and slammed back in, even harder. “That’s the point.” He repeated that move multiple times, and punctuated each violent jab with a word. “And.” “This.” … SLAM “Mother.” …. SLAM “Fucking.”…. SLAM “Private.” … SLAM “Needs.” …. SLAM “To.” …….….SLAM “Fucking.” …SLAM “Learn.” …SLAM After every punch, I made the same GUH followed by that wail, then a pitiful sob when I felt him withdraw for another shove. Over and over. There was no love, no brotherhood , no gentle caresses. This was pain for pain’s sake. I started to cry somewhere during it all, I don’t remember when I started. I didn’t want to, didn’t want to be a pussy, wanted to take it like a man. But when you break, you don’t get to choose. And Sergeant Charlie wanted me broken. I could feel his intent every time the head of his horse dick split me open again. I don’t remember when I started begging, sounding like a pitiful child , pleading for him to stop, but it did no good. I lost track of time, but I remember finally just going slack and dropping like a limp rag doll to the desk. Forgotten were Sarge’s mesmerizing balls, his smell that I loved. But I do remember his gentle hands stroking me, his tender murmurs of “you’re almost done, kid. It’s going to be okay. I got you, brother.” As if my complete submission was what this Hungarian animal needed, as soon as I went limp I felt his rough, calloused hands on my shoulder blades and he transferred his weight to my back, crushing me with every pound he possessed. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care. I wanted to die. “That’s right. There it is. This is when you surrender to your older brother, kid.” His voice opposed his movement, his violent thrusts. A gentle, understanding voice. “The rules protect you. The regulations protect your brothers, so that everyone gets home. The Army protects all of us. This feeling you’re having, when you want to give up, want to just lay down and die, this won’t be the last time you feel that. But know, and remember, that it’s your brothers, even the Charlies, who will get you out alive, who would do ANYTHING to get you home. *I* would do anything to get you home. I love you little brother.” And as he said those final words, he grunted, spasmed, and dumped his five day load 12 inches deep inside my brutalized ass. I barely felt him pull his meat out of me. My asshole felt like hamburger. I just lay there, on top of Sarge’s uniform, which felt so soft. My arms had fallen limp over his thighs. “He’s intact.” I heard Sergeant Charlie say. “Not even bleeding much at all.” I heard a belt clasping. “Focus on your training, Private. Keep the pranks for your unit and platoon. And fucking use your head next time.” With that the door opened and closed again and I knew he was gone. I didn’t want to look at him. Thank God they didn’t make me look at him. “Take your time, kid.” Sarge said. His hands constantly rubbing my head, roaming over my back, making slow paths across my skin and muscles. It felt good. It soothed me. I just relaxed for a quiet few minutes, learning how to breathe all over again, knowing my drool, snot and tears had soaked Sarge’s uniform. I hoped that was okay. His hands never stopped. Finally, I spoke. “I must have made him so angry.” Sarge let out a small laugh. “Kid, that wasn’t angry. He wouldn’t have fucked you angry. You needed a lesson, but not THAT lesson. That lesson probably would have killed you.” He explained. I discovered I liked it when he called me ‘kid’. “I’m sorry I cried, Sarge.” my weak voice trembled. I felt the tears starting again, their warm trails running over my cheek, down the side of my nose. The underside of my turned face soaked his uniform with more tears. “Shhhhhhh, Sendahl. No shame between brothers, remember? Cry if you need to. You held out longer than most. You should be proud.” He let me sob for a couple more minutes, but I reached a point where crying didn’t seem important anymore, nor laying there wallowing, with my legs still spread. That seemed like a dumb thing to do, stay in THAT position. I started to move, but Sarge held me down a bit. “Slowly, Sendahl. You don’t realize it yet, but moving is going to make it hurt all over again. Take it very slow.” He waited until I had pulled myself up onto my elbows, then he hopped down off the desk and came around to help me stand up. “Let’s get you dressed.” Sarge said. At some point he checked out my ass, and declared I was going to be fine. Sore, in pain, but fine. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. The walk back to the barracks wasn’t easy, but I managed, stopping a few times to regather my strength.

I am a heavy frequent fisting bottom and large toy play pig. I am good and loose and show huge gape and rosebud. The rose is starting to fall out and I want to make my hole prolapse real good. Any one have tips on developing a solid prolapse?

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