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This happened about 4 years ago,I had just gotten divorced and just started to fool around with other men. I had probably had played with 2 or 3 guys before this night happened and I never PnP, and I didn't really know anything about PnP. As I said that I had recently got divorced I was 50 yrs old( a late bloomer) and had never been with another guy. I had thought about it many,many times but I never acted out on those thoughts. I am 5'6 buzzed cut 145lbs and average size cock. I had signed up on a couple hook up sites(bbrts,manhunt and adam4adam) I had some ppp00interest but the guys seemed to be to far away from me. I had received a message from this guy( I call him Steve)/on bbrts saying that he liked my profile and the couple pics I had in my profile. My profile wasn't one that stood out, it pretty much stated that I was new to the scene and that I didn't have much experience and that I was versatile and looking for guys around my age and who was patient with new guys. His profile stated that he was 6'1 about 225 muscular and that he had a above average size cock and that he was a versatile bottom and from the pictures on his profile he was definitely more than above average size cock I sent him a reply thanking him for the compliment and asked him what he was into or looking for, he replied back that he was a versatile bottom and that he likes to give oral,rim and get fucked and that he didn't get to play that much due to work. He said that he was more on the vanilla type and wasn't looking for a relationship or some passionate sex just another guy for sex. He asked me the same question, I told him that I was still new to all this so I was taking things slow and that I wasn't looking for a relationship or some kind of passionate sex as well and I wasn't into kissing. I had mentioned that I had only been with 2 or 3 other guys and mostly it was giving and or receiving oral,also because I was still new to all this I haven't been able to take a cock down my throat or even close to touching the back of my throat because I had gag reflex. Steve said that he could relate as he had the same issue when he first started playing with guys,he said that it took lots of practice but once he learned he said that it felt good especially when a guy would hold his head and fucked his mouth and throat. He also said that he still has trouble taking a big cock down his throat and then he asked me if I wanted to feel a cock down my throat? I told him that if or when the time came and that I was ready to take a cock down my throat I wouldn't mind trying it,he said how would you like the guy to fuck it(slow and somewhat deep,or fast and rough) I said that I never really thought about it,he stated that he likes it fast,hard and deep. So I asked him why did he want to hookup and asked if he could host as at that moment I was staying with a friend and that I couldn't host and I said that if we were to meet up that I probably wouldn't be able to handle his cock(he had told me that he was close to 8×5" and pretty thick) he said that he was cool with that most guys have the same issue. He said that he was looking to meet up the upcoming weekend (so like in 4 days) and that he rather host as he has a playroom that had a sling and some other things in there that usually makes the night more fun(such as not many but some toys,a rim seat, some leather items a fucking bench and a most recently new fucking machine) that still hasn't been used. He said that he set it all up and when he turned it on to see how it worked he was shocked at how fast it could go. I told him that I would have to get back to him as I wasn't sure what my work schedule was like for that weekend, for the next day or two we exchanged a few messages(I should have seen the few red flags that had popped up but I didn't) in those few messages he had asked or mentioned things about wanting to be with a guy who likes to get used by multiple men he thought it would be hot to watch a guy get fucked in both holes and see the guy take all the loads no matter what. He asked if I ever thought about anything like that and I said I had a few fleeing thoughts yes but I couldn't see myself being in a situation like that or not able to have control, that I needed to have control,then he asked me if I PnP? I asked him what did he mean, with that replied he knew that I didn't PnP and really didn't know what PnP meant. He said that some guy like to use some type of drug while playing with other guys(most of the guys use Tina,G and other stuff) because it tends to get guys more hornier and that the sex can get more wild depending on how they are doing the drugs. He told me Tina was meth and some guys either will smoke it,booty bump it or will shot it up and G was like the date rape drug. But it definitely intensifies the sex drive and that it only takes a very small amount of it. From what I was gathering he must have PnP so I asked him and he said that he did it once and really didn't like it(which was a complete lie and from what he had told me about the other things as well were lies which you will soon find out.) I had told him that it was something that I wasn't looking to do or even try and he said that he understood and the night before we were going to meet up he said that his roommate might be there but I didn't have anything to worry about as he usually stays in his room. I was kinda hesitant about having someone else around even if he was going to be in a different room but I didn't say anything about it. So the day of meeting up I took my shower and prepared myself for the night. I grabbed a light lunch and left the house about 6. I had a good hour and a half drive. It was in the middle of January and that the weather might call for snow but only a light coating and as I started driving a half hour into the drive the snow started to come down and when it did it was coming down fast and hard I couldn't see 5 ft in front of me so I slowed down thinking it was just a snow squall. The longer I drove it seemed like the snow was intensifying, I pulled into the rest stop and texted Steve and told him about the snow and that I was thinking about heading back home. But I was closer to his place then mine and asked if the snow gets any worst could I stay there. He said that there wasn't any snow there but if I needed to spend the night there I could do I told him I would come. I got to Steve's house shortly before 8pm and there was no snow. I rang the bell and Steve opened the door he looked as he had described himself we walked into the living room and there were 4 other guys in there, Steve introduced me to the 1st who was his roommate and his name was Craig the other 3 guys were his roommates friends and their names were Shawn,Pete and Derek they all had beers in their hands. While I was being introduced Steve asked if I wanted anything to drink I said sure. I was offered a beer,water or a bottle of Gatorade I said that Gatorade was fine. I walked into the kitchen with Steve and he handed me the bottle of Gatorade and Steve said that he got home late and that I could wait in his room or in the living room while he went to take a quick shower, I really didn't want to just sit in his room while he was showering and I didn't want to sitting in the living room with the other guys who I had just met but I really didn't have a choice so I said I would wait in the living room. As I was waiting and was having small talk with the other guys and drinking the Gatorade, it seemed like Steve was taking a long time in the shower I must have been sitting there for a good half hour and I had just finished off the 32 oz of the Gatorade and I started to feel different the guys seemed to be mumbling and that was the last thing I remembered. When I finally got around to opening my eyes I was in this semi dark room and heard some movement and voices and I heard someone say he's coming around once my eyes had got adjusted I saw 5 figures around the room and a voice in my left ear saying it's about time you woke up we have been waiting for you when I turned to see who was talking in my ear it was Steve standing there and he was completely naked and his cock was inches from my faces. I tried to get up and I couldn't move my legs or my arms, that's when I realized that my wrist and ankles were tied to this sling as it moved when I tried to get up. I said ok guys serious jokes over untie my wrist and ankles and then it had hit me this cold breeze as I realized that not only had I been tied up in the sling but I was completely naked, as I told Steve to untie me I saw the other 4 guys start making their way towards me and was in shock and realized that I had made a big mistake the 4 other guys were not only completely naked but they were loud and drunk and what I saw next had me struggling to get out of the sling at least 3 of them guys had the biggest and thickest cocks I have ever seen. Shawn and Pete had to be at least 12" long and almost as thick as the beer can he had in his hand and Derek was even bigger and thicker then them two and that was when they were only semi hard. As I was staring in shock I remember Steve saying don't worry bye the end of the night you will not only be taking all our cocks but you will be taking them all the way down your throat. Then Keith came over and said to Steve I think we should start off with a small amount and Steve said no I think he'll be fine with what we do and Keith said you sure and Steve said just hand it to me. As I saw Keith hand him a tourniquet and a needle and said no please don't do this as Steve told Derek to untie my left wrist and hold onto my arm so he can get me ready to have some fun as Derek untied my wrist I went to pull away but Derek held onto my arm tight and positioned it so Steve was able to put the tourniquet on my arm and pulled it tight and started to feel around for a vein it didn't take long before he found one and said oh perfect I begged him not to do it but it was like I wasn't even there the next thing I felt was this sharp stab and then I felt the tourniquet being undone and started to cough and this warm rushing feeling running through my entire body as my ears rang and I remember hearing ok guys let's join him and as I was feeling all this the other guys seemed to be doing themselves as well when the 1st guy was done he had made his way over to me and it was Shawn and when he made his way over to me his cock was hard as a rock and even bigger and thicker than before as he was jerking it off saying it looks like you don't get hard like us when you slam as he reached down and started to touch my limp cock and said it's ok you won't be using your cock as much as they would be as he started to rub his cock on my mouth and lips leaving a thin trail of pre cum on my lips saying that he is going to be the 1st guy to fuck my mouth and throat as he moved behind me and untied something on the sling and I felt my head start to go down and before I knew it my head was hanging off the sling and in between Shawn's legs and his big and thick cock in his hand as he pointed the head of his cock down towards my mouth as he said to Steve can I start and he said he's all yours as I felt something wet being going in my ass hole and Steve saying he here for their own sexual pleasure and that they can do whatever they want to and that they had at least another 2 hours before everyone else shows up I felt something being pushed into my hole and started to burn as Shawn started to push his cock into my mouth. Then Steve looking at me as he stood between my legs that were spread wide open and I felt him rubbing the head of his cock on my hole and saying that not only were the 5 of them are going to use any hole as they want to but so are the other guys who show up as he lifted his arm up and held a video camera and saying that we were live and that there was a message saying that anyone in or around the area we were at was more than welcome to come by and join the party and from the replies he saw that there were a few guys already making a comment on coming over and he had just started the live view so he knew it was going to be a good night

------- Chapter 6.1 - The Trick ------- Ric had been back from his trip to finish the tattoo for a few weeks. Things had been busy with classes and an ever growing client list. He had spent the weekend at Joe and Kyle's apartment for a weekend of sex and food which had left him tired and sore, but he kept thinking he had been neglecting some of his fuckbuddies on the floor. There had been an emphasis on the buddy side since he came back from his trip. He told himself that he would limit his escorting gigs to only one or two a week and have more recreational sex. Alan, Gabe, Jack, Kevin, Mateo, Taylor and Will were all sorely missing from his sex life. Mateo he missed the most. They had been fucking like rabbits since Mateo got on PrEP shortly after they first met. He was one of the few where Ric's status never came up, even though they were very verbal when they fucked. It was unique, too, since they spoke in Spanish most of the time, with Mateo teaching him several new words and phrases as they drilled each other. It was just sex for the fun of it and a good friendship had developed. Mateo seemed a lot hornier after Christmas break and the pair started flip fucking at least twice a week. Right before the trip, they had fucked several days in a row, but since he got back there had been nothing. Monday morning he went in search of him, hoping to at least get breakfast and catch up. "He left early for campus. He's had a bad project that's taking up most of his time" Mateo's roommate said. The same happened on Tuesday and Wednesday. Ric was distracted during his client gig on Wednesday night, apologizing to the client and leaving the fee behind. Thursday he didn't even try looking for Mateo and was feeling down. That evening, while he was studying there was a knock on the closed door. "I heard you've been looking for me" Mateo said as soon as Ric opened the door. Ric reached out and pulled him into a hug. "Yeah, I have. Things got really busy but I've missed you" Ric whispered in his ear as they continued to hug. "Me or my dick?" Mateo said with a chuckle. "Ass" Ric replied, leaving it ambiguous. When Ric finally let go of Mateo, he dragged him into the room, closed the door and they sat down on the bed. "Your roommate said you had a bad project keeping you busy" Ric said. "Yeah, the project from hell. The team sucks, most are lazy and the bitch that wants to run everything can't make decisions. I'm doing most of the work myself just so I don't fail" Mateo said. "That sucks. I hope the prof knows you're doing everything so the others don't get credit for your work" Ric replied. "Oh he knows. He's been to a few team meetings and saw how bad it is" Mateo replied. Ric saw him staring at him and then lick his lips. "Damn, that new tattoo looks really cool now that it's done" Mateo said after a few seconds of silence. Ric pulled off his tank top, saying "Thanks! I got the other one touched up too." "Nice. You need to use some of that hair regrowth stuff on your chest so it's even, though" Mateo joked. "Oh... I got a tattoo too. Wanna see?" he added a second later. Ric could tell he was excited and his attitude was much better than when they were talking about school. "Of course! I didn't know you were thinking about getting one" Ric replied. Mateo pulled his tee shirt off and Ric didn't see anything other than his soft light brown skin and hard nipples. He climbed off the bed and then slowly turned until he was facing away from Ric. Ric gasped and his jaw dropped. A few seconds later he just said "Fuck." A few more seconds and Ric said "Uh... I thought you were an Aquarius" staring at the scorpion tattoo between Mateo's shoulder blades. The black tribal faded to red at the tip of the tail and pincers. At twelve inches long in the center of his back, few people would miss it, especially since it was the only ink on his body. Mateo chuckled. "It's not a zodiac thing, Ric" he said before he pushed his jeans off and sat back down on the bed, wearing only a red jockstrap. "What?" Ric replied, slightly panicked. "I stopped prep when we left for the holiday break. Nature did it's thing. I'm poz now" Mateo said, turning back to face Ric with a big smile on his face. "From me?" Ric asked. "Yep, you're the only one that's fucked me this year" Mateo answered. Ric's mind spun, trying to understand. He'd pushed Mateo to get on prep so they could fuck bare and he wouldn't infect him. But, Mateo had stopped on his own and made sure Ric's bug was the one he'd be marked with. Mateo could see the conflict in Ric's eyes and the silence was uncomfortable. "It was my choice. I wanted a part of you with me forever. I hope you're not mad" Mateo said. "Oh god no. I'm just surprised" Ric replied. "You weren't the only one. The doctor over at the clinic and that lab tech were too. I thought they'd be really pissed, but it was the opposite. They did want to know if I knew who I got it from, though" Mateo said. Ric smiled, knowing that Hector and the doctor would probably be ok with him charging up another one, but he preferred to keep who between him and his victims. "I just told them it was a friend. They wanted to know if my friend knew he was positive and I laughed so hard" Mateo said, grinning back at Ric. "It looks really cool. I like the red stinger. You can tell people its cuz you're a scorpio if you want or let them know that dick has some bite to it. I'm gonna love looking at it when we fuck" Ric replied. "Just like I love staring at your biohazard when I suck you" Mateo said. Less than a minute later, Ric pushed his shorts off and was between Mateo's legs with his hard cock pressing against the tight ring. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to get pozzed?" Ric asked, pushing his cock in harder. Mateo took a deep breath and relaxed, letting Ric slip inside him. "I needed time... the more we got to know each other, the more I wanted it. You tried to protect me, but that just made me want it more" Mateo said, staring at Ric while his legs wrapped around him. "And want you more, too" he added before Ric thrust his cock in, watching the smile on Mateo's face get bigger. Ric's grin got bigger too. Ric was turned on knowing that Mateo had his bug inside him willingly, just like he'd done with Joe. He needed that connection with the one that taught him so much and now Mateo wanted a permanent connection to him. The thrusts were long and slow, with Ric feeling the soft chute wrap around his cock and the ring massaging his cock. Ric leaned down and kissed Mateo while he kept plunging into his warm hole. When they broke their kiss, Ric started to thrust harder. Mateo began to rub over his chest, flicking his fingers over Ric's pierced nips. Ric slammed in and growled back at Mateo. He chuckled too before drilling faster. Mateo kept playing with his nips, getting Ric more excited each time. It wasn't much longer before his cock began to spew another load into Mateo's ass making both moan loudly. They laid there on the bed, recovering from another long fuck. Ric turned to Mateo and asked "Are you going on meds or staying toxic like me?" "What do you think?" Mateo asked. "I really don't know. You've surprised me so far, but I hope I'm not the only one to get your toxic seed" Ric said. "You won't be" Mateo said, before giving Ric another kiss.

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 apologize for being a bit late in getting the next chapter out. Work/life have gotten in the way this past week, and I have an upcoming work trip, so I am posting this chapter and will have the third chapter up later this week. Hope you all enjoy! This chapter follows Blake and Paul as they explore a more vanilla side to their relationship and Paul gets a big wake up call. Chapter Two: Conversion When I woke up late Wednesday morning I was still exhausted and sticky with sweat, cum, and ass juices. I could tell that I would need to wash my sheets with some powerful soap to get them clean again. Thank god for the cheap plastic mattress — at least it was impervious to anything. I rolled out of bed and hobbled over to the mirror. Looking at my reflection I chuckled, “Paul, you look like hell.” I smiled and felt proud. After stripping the bed, I put on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt and waddled down to the communal laundry room. Throwing my sheets and cover into a washing machine, I loaded it up with soap and bleach before taking the elevator back up to my floor to grab a long shower. Grabbing my shower kit and towel, I ran into Chris in the hall. “Dude, you look awful! What happened?” Chris was staring at me curiously, “are you okay?” I smiled and tried to play it off, “yep, just fine.” Chris turned and followed me down to the communal showers. Pushing open the door, I made for one of the stalls. Chris stood outside the stall while I began to take my clothes off. I was increasingly aware of the smell of sex still emanating from my hole and crotch. “Okay, Paul, you don’t have to tell me what is going on, but you know that I’m just going to stay out here until you fess up to why you slept in until almost noon, why you look like you were dragged behind a truck for half a mile, and why you’re not sharing anything with me.” I turned a jet of steaming water onto my body and instantly felt some relief. “Paul, I am wounded!” I could hear Chris’s pout through the stall door. “Okay fine,” I started lathering my hair. “I’m really fine, I just had a late night. Blake came to the concert and. . .” Before I could say another word, I heard the door to the shower room open. Chris muttered “sup” to someone who walked to the other side of the room and walked into a stall. “Busted,” I thought to myself. I stuck my head into the water and started to rinse the lather out of my hair. I turned around and Chris was standing on the other side of the shower curtain peeking in. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I nearly jumped out of my skin, hands flying from my hair to cover my crotch and ass. “Everything good, man?” Asked the voice of the person in the other stall. “Yeah, I’m fine. . .” my heart was still racing. “Fucking hell, Chris, you scared the shit out of me!” I whispered. “I couldn’t just let the conversation die, what did you do after the concert?” “We went to the diner, now get out of here I need to finish washing.” I saw Chris’s eyes give me the once-over. My crotch hand was not doing more to keep my dick at bay than hide it. “I’ll leave you alone, but nice body dude! How come you always wear so many clothes?” “Just go and I will bring you up to speed later today,” I sighed. Chris scurried out of the gap at the bottom of the shower stall. What was with boys lately? I finished my shower and went back to my room. I still had a few minutes to kill before I would need to move my laundry to the dryer, so I picked up my phone. I saw that I missed a text from Blake: *Hey Paul, thanks for such an amazing time last night. You did so well at the concert and I loved getting to know you better. 😉 Hope we can see each other again soon!* My stomach did a curious flip-flop. This boy had a good time, enjoyed the concert, and enjoyed me? I felt like I was walking on air. I started a response to his message before I closed the app and tossed my phone on my bed. Enough time to get back with him later. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Not to mention, I still wanted to process and bask in the glow of the reality that a boy actually fucked me last night. I decided to walk to practice a bit before coming back to the dorm to pick up my laundry. I barely closed behind me before there was a loud knock. “What is it?” “Paul, let me in,” demanded Chris’s voice. I stopped tucking in my fitted sheet and opened the door. Chris bounded in and immediately sat on the bed, pulling the sheet back from the corners. I sighed, “hey, watch what you’re doing!” He looked back at the sheet now bunched around his ass, seemingly unperturbed. “You owe me the full story from last night, mister.” Chris let out a long belch. I wrinkled my nose at the beer smell. “Well, after the concert we went and had dinner, then he asked me to show him the organ.” “And did you?” “Well yes, I have the key,” I started before Chris waved me off. “No, you idiot. Your organ.” “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my ears and forehead. “Yes, he got to see that.” Chris collapsed backwards onto the bed laughing. “I knew he was going to get into your pants! He has been asking me to set you up for him for weeks!” Chris stood abruptly and marched to the door, “He better have been a perfect gentleman or I’ll kick his ass.” He slammed the door behind him as he went. “He wasn’t a gentleman,” I said to myself, “but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I picked up my phone from my desk and opened the message from earlier. *Look forward to seeing you again soon! 😉 I’d love to catch up and spend some time with you, but the rest of this week is no good for me. How about we get together a week from today and see what happens?* Not a minute later I got a reply. *See you next week! Save yourself for me.* This boy would be the death of me, but the least I could do was hold back for him. The next week flew by. I spent so much time preparing for tests, juried examinations on organ and piano, and just trying to stay above water with all my other homework. Tuesday night came in a flash and I started to feel like I was getting a cold. Not out of the ordinary for December, but annoying if I was going to get the sniffles right before a date. I went to bed early after drinking some lemon juice and honey to try to soothe my throat. I woke up about 3:00 in the morning shivering uncontrollably. I got out of bed, cranked up the thermostat and pulled two college sweatshirts on over my head. I hid under my covers and tried to go back to sleep. After three hours of feeling delirious from fever (and probably dehydration) I got up and went to the practice rooms at school. I felt like death warmed over, but I still had work to do. Waiting for a massive thermos of tea to brew, I sent an email to my professors explaining that I was sick and wouldn’t be in class that day. I packed my things and made for the practice rooms. At least I could practice for a few hours and go to bed. I spent the day practicing and napping in one of the piano rooms by myself. When I awoke from my third nap, I was still feeling awful and wondered what started me awake. I noticed that my phone was buzzing on top of the piano, so I reached up to grab it. I swiped the call on and said, “Hello?” My voice must have been small and given me away because Blake immediately said, “hey, what is wrong? Where are you?” “I’m over in the music building,” I mumbled. “One of the practice rooms. I’m so sorry, I have been sick today and I didn’t even think about getting together tonight.” I could faintly hear the sound of tennis shoes hitting the pavement on the other end of the phone. “Hang on, Paul, I am on my way.” Blake abruptly hung up. I hauled myself off the carpet and tried to pull myself together. How could Blake see me like this? I tried to flatten my unkempt hair back down on my head and tuck my shirt into my pants. It was when I was getting things adjusted that Blake burst into the room. “Omigod Paul, you look horrible!” I smiled weakly, “surprise!” Blake moved to get close to me, shiny with sweat from his run across campus. “Come here, dear.” Did he just call me dear? I melted into his embrace. He smelled pleasantly of hormones and clean sweat and fabric softener. We stood wrapped up in each other and time stretched on. Eventually he lifted my chin and moved to kiss me. “Stop! I don’t want to get you sick!” Blake closed the gap and we locked lips. I was immediately taken back to the week before. Burning with lust as if a switch had been thrown. Blake broke off our kiss and looked me dead in the eyes. “We should go to my place. I can make you some dinner and we can talk.” I packed my messenger bag with my sheet music and tucked my now-empty thermos under my arm. We headed out into the sharp winter winds and I instinctively moved closer to him. He saw the movement and grabbed me and felt me tight to his side. His apartment was two short streets over and we bundled ourselves over the threshold. He took off his coat and made to remove mine, but I hugged it tighter to my side. He seemed to understand and bent down to untie my shoes. I saw his rippling back muscles working underneath his tight workout shirt and felt my cock gently stir. “Come on in and make yourself at home. I made chicken noodle soup yesterday and can reheat some of that for you if you would like.” He strode into the plain student apartment with me trailing in his wake. The place was clean and tastefully furnished. Tidy low bookcases up against a wall with a television on top. He had a deep modern sofa against another wall and a club chair next to a side table and floor lamp. On the table were some books and a couple of coasters. The kitchen was around a bar/partition wall and seemed to be lacking in the usual college boy tacky decorations. Just neat jars of spices, some large containers containing flour and sugar, and an electric kettle. Blake bent down to fetch a large dutch oven out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. After he turned the stove on, he looked back. “You should sit down and try to warm up. There’s an electric blanket behind the sofa if you need some extra heat.” I snuggle up on the couch, still shivering uncontrollably. Blake is still bustling around the kitchen for awhile. He returns and sits down next to me, making sure I am all safely tucked in under the blanket. “Soup should just need about five more minutes and we can eat. I made some biscuits and they’ll be coming out of the oven about the same time.” He puts some of his weight on me. “I’m here for you now and you’re going to be fine.” Finally breaking from his mothering spell I groan, “I’m not fine right now, and I am worried that I am going to get you sick.” Blake’s expression remains blank for a moment, then I notice something in his eyes. . . It was a quick glint, then it disappeared. “You don’t need to worry about me, I promise. We’ll talk after you eat.” He quickly got off the couch and grabbed my food, putting it on a TV tray and setting it next to the couch. He went back to the kitchen and got his own food and returned next to me. He was a reassuring presence for me when I was still feeling so crappy. We ate in silence for about half an hour. Everything was delicious and when I made to compliment him he waved me off. “My dad insisted that I learn how to cook. He said it would serve me well, and he wasn’t lying.” Blake cleared away the dishes and came back to the sofa. “Lay down, Paul.” I scooted farther down the couch and lay on my side. In a motion a gymnast would be proud of, Blake leapt over me and cuddled up against my back. We spooned for a few minutes before a noise like a purr began to come from him. I turned my head and saw that his eyes were closed and he was deeply breathing. “Blake, are you okay?” He opened his eyes. “Yes, I am fantastic. Honestly, I’m great and worried. I fell for you when I saw you for the first time in August and the last week has been a lot to think about. . . And we need to talk.” Fuck. He’s going to say that he cares about me as a friend or he has a girlfriend or he’s transferring schools. . . “Paul, you fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but now it is trying to kill you.” I looked at him, puzzled. He stared back at me in earnest. “I told you that I wanted to be a part of you, and in a very real sense I am. You were the first person that I made love to since my conversion.” I still had no idea what he was talking about. He changed religions? What was this about a conversion? And why did he have this predatory look in his eye? Blake could tell that I was confused and he chuckled a little. “You really are as pure and innocent as you look. Well, at least you used to be.” With one solid motion he brought us to a sitting position. The electric blanket slid onto the floor and he picked me up and stood. “Come on, there is something I need to show you.” Cradling me like a bride walking into a new house in the arms of her husband, Blake carried me down the hall and into the rest of my life. As he pushed open the door to his bedroom my eyes widened and I shivered. Red light shone from covered lamps, illuminating rows of shelves containing bizarre statues. Cans of cloudy liquid were dotted around the room, where various rubber and leather straps and tools hung from hooks or the ceiling. A collection of gas masks were on top of a large, intimidating-looking machine in one corner. The center of the room was taken up by a huge contraption of leather straps and shiny chrome loops. “What is this place?” Blake, eyes shining bright from the red light of the room responded, “this is our home.” Before I could say any more, he kissed me deeply and I felt us moving. He deposited me in the leather sling in the middle of the room and made quick work strapping my arms and legs in. He kept his tongue probing my mouth as he worked, only breaking our kiss to remove his shirt and drop his pants. This was the first time that I really got to see Blake from all angles. Mirrors on the walls and ceiling let me see how perfectly formed his ass was and how his back rippled like a Renaissance sculpture. This was the first good look I had gotten of his cock, and I couldn’t believe it had been inside me. Easily ten inches long and thick as a Red Bull can, the hooded head slowly unfurled as it grew with every beat of his heart. Little droplets of precum were flowing from the tip they fell gently to the floor, leaving whispy trails of fluid hanging from the slowly pulsing head. Blake dropped down on his knees and I felt his tongue go for my hole. “When I first decided to knock you up, it wasn’t a hard decision. I’ve never seen anyone look so prim and old-fashioned as you. It made me fall in love with you.” His tongue probed my hole after each phrase. “You look like how I feel inside. Proper and respectful, good at knowing what I want.” He removed his face from my crack and kissed me deeply. I could taste the musky, salty essence of my own body. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down in the sling. “You got given the gift that only I can give you. You have a part of me flowing inside.” My lust and panic feelings kept competing for each other as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He spit on his dick and drooled a bit of spit onto the outside of my hole and began to rub it into my opening. I moaned deeply. My body was giving up on different feelings, it was sensory overload. Blake released a growl and bent over where his mouth was right next to my ear. I felt the head of his cock teasing my hole. As he started to push in he whispered in my ear, “the sickness you’re feeling right now. . . How awful you feel. . . I felt like that a year ago after my first experience at a bathhouse. I didn’t know what was happening to me, either. It was my first semester at college and I needed an outlet for how I felt.” Blake started to slowly pump in and out of my ass. “I got a room and was fucked. For six hours my hole was constantly invaded by a parade of men. They felt my muscles, called me a slut, and bred me.” The pumping got deeper and faster. Blake began to pant, “I never felt so fulfilled as when I was with those men, doing what real men do. I vowed that I would give that experience to another boy someday. The boy that I loved.” His strokes were now full-body. As much using the harness to impale me on his massive cock as he was meeting me with his hips. I was robbed of all senses but pleasure. His jackhammering of my hole increased in intensity up another notch. “You are converting over to me,” Blake panted. “My HIV is going to forever be a part of you. There will be no escaping me now, no matter what happens to us.” I gasped in fear and utter ecstasy. Before my brain could really process what I had just been told, I felt Blake’s cock swell and start to pulse. With a cry, my own cock started to spray my face and chest with cum. “Take my charged load, Paul. I love you” Blake collapsed onto my chest. As the post-orgasm glow started to fade, the fever and aches rushed back to my body. I groaned out, “Blake.” He looked up into my face, my sticky cum slipping down his face. I reached for his cheek and rubbed my essence into his cheek. The powerful animal who had just forcibly taken my hole as his own was a huge mass of muscle, sweat, and sex. His cock slowly deflated before slipping out of my ass. Blake, now back to his usual shy self tenderly caressed my hair. “You have no idea what this means that I get to share my gift with you.” My thoughts were racing. This was undeniably hot, but what was I doing? How could I allow someone else to do this to me? “Is this sickness because I am converting?” Blake kept eye contact with me. “I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure, but you look just like I did when I converted. How do you feel about the information?” “I can’t lie to you, I don’t really know what to think.” I saw Blake’s face fall, “this just wasn’t a part of my life plan before. I know it isn’t the death sentence it once was, but I’m conflicted.” I saw the walls going up in his emotions and could tell he was feeling bad. I had to try to save whatever there was between us. “Before you feel bad, I want you to know that while I process everything, I need you to know something: I have never felt so happy to have a person in my life as I feel about you. I will do what I can to keep you.” Blake’s eyes resumed their twinkle and he gently nibbled on my collarbone. “Thank you. I was hoping you would feel that way.” We stayed in that position for another ten minutes before I started uncontrollably shivering. “I know that I promised you that we would talk, but right now we need to get you to bed. Let me get you tucked in. You’ll stay here with me until you are feeling better.” Picking me back up, we left his play room and he took me into a simple bedroom. He set me into bed before grabbing me an extra blanket. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was feeling his naked body slide into the bed next to me and pull me to his chest. Whatever happens next in my life, I cannot deny that it will be a different adventure than I once thought it would be.

I won Hottest Leather Pig on Ravens Eden tonight!! EEK! This is sure to lead to some fetish work for me down the road. Thank you everyone who voted for me last autumn.

I jumped in the car and immediately noticed a wall with a door behind the front seats covering up the back, “where you headed to faggot?” What did he just call me? Wasn’t he calling me cute earlier? “Umm. Just a few blocks up is my house” I replied He started driving and after a couple minutes he asked if I could hand him a water bottle from the back of the van through the door behind the seats “Just go to the back of the van and get me a water bitch it’s the least you could do for me driving you home” My head responded with “Yes sir” before I could even process a different response, I opened the door and stepped through the back half of the van, it was almost pitch black because it had no windows, upon walking through I felt something come up behind me and grab me by my neck, but the van kept going, I tried to see what was choking me and pinning me down and i saw another man around the same age as sam except much bigger in both height and weight, im 5’4 and this second man was around a whole foot taller than me so me fighting back probably wasn’t the best idea but I still did it. SMACK “dumb little bitch really think you can get me off you?” he was on top of me at this point strangling me and slapping me. I was on the edge of tears, “Sam pull the van over so we can use this whore” “yeah yeah yeah I’m pulling into the alley now” As soon as the van stopped the man in the back grabbed me by my hair and shoved his cock down my throat, I have a really bad gag reflex and this sudden violence in my throat made me vomit on my abusers cock “What a fucking bitch, you’re dressed like that and can’t even throat a cock?” SMACK My eyes were full of tears, my throat was being raped, there was vomit on my cute shirt, and now Sam came into the back. They ordered me on all fours and Sam got behind me, the man who’s name I didn’t know but was abusing my throat went on for another 5 minutes while Sam was touching, slapping, and licking my ass, finally my rapist took his cock out of his mouth and lifted up his shirt to show me a tattoo on his chest “Do you know what this tattoo is bitch?” I responded “a scorpion? Um.. It’s your favorite animal?” He laughed at me when I said this SMACK ”do you really not know you stupid slut? it means I’m POZ, both Sam and I are poz breeders” before I could respond Sam shoved his dick in me, the only lube being his spit from when he was rimming me, it hurt so bad and I’m not used to having anything other than fingers in me “Wait…. fuck…. Ouch… stop…. doesn’t poz mean….. owwwww fuck… doesn’t that mean you have… hiv…” Sam grabbed my hair and pulled it closer to him as he was fucking me “That’s right bitch. And you’re gonna take both our fucking loads” To be continued

------- 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 ))

As promised, I wanted to send out a new update before I leave for a trip. This is the first time Paul and Blake play with another person and I think they are on their way to discovering a lot more about each other. Still early days, and any comments or suggestions are welcome! I will try to have another chapter at the end of next week, but until then, enjoy! Chapter Three: A Third I woke up feeling sick as ever, but immediately noticed the smells of cinnamon and vanilla. Blake was gone from the bed, but he had tucked me against a body pillow to cocoon me in comfort. My brain allowed me to doze on and off for awhile until I felt a corner of the bed sag and I opened my eyes. A plate of homemade cinnamon rolls and a glass of water in his hands, Blake asked me to sit up before he started feeding me small bites of food and made me drink water. “I know you feel like hell, but you’re as gorgeous as ever, do you know that?” I couldn’t help myself, and I began to purr. “You’re just the most amazing person, Blake. How did you ever find me of all people attractive?” Blake looked at me for a few moments before replying, “Well, the moment I first saw you moving your things into that dorm, I knew you were special. It was only later when I read an article on the university webpage that I really knew how amazing you were.” I blushed hearing him compliment me. “They liked to use my story to try to recruit more musicians, but I’m really not special.” “How can you say that? You’re like a nationally-awarded organist!” The way Blake looked at me made me think about how I looked at him. A mixture of adoration, lust, caring, and disbelief that he can be mine. Groaning, I said, “It doesn’t really matter. I know things about one part of life. I have no experience in much of anything else. Well, almost no experience.” Dammit, I must be flushed some crazy shade of red from all the blushing I am doing. Why is sex so hard to talk about? Blake picked up on my discomfort and gave a rueful smile. “I thought you knew more about it. . . I wouldn’t have come onto you so strong and been so forceful if I would have known.” “It isn’t a problem. You just helped me discover a new part of myself.” I smiled to reassure him. “I need to email my teachers and tell them that I am too sick to go to class.” “Don’t worry about it. I already sent an email to all your teachers saying that you were sick and I was going to take care of you for the next few days.” This man really is a keeper, I thought. “I found your class schedule in your music bag,” he added. “Now, finish this food and we can talk.” I finished eating the most delicious breakfast I could remember and Blake took the plate back to the kitchen. A minute later he reappeared with another glass of water and got back into bed. He held me and started talking. “You know a little bit about how I became poz. It really isn’t a special story. I was horny, I wanted a release, and I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. I converted and that was that. There was no stopping the virus and somehow that turned me on. I became obsessed with saving myself for the perfect guy who would be my partner in every sense of the word. I wanted to be a part of them forever. I knew that I had some time before I needed to go on medication to control the infection, but I wanted to stay fit anyway. I threw myself into my sports career and school, and I don’t regret it for a bit. I see a doctor every few months and keep track of my health. He thinks I can stay off meds for a few years yet without much risk to my own health, but I want to have him check you out when you’re feeling better.” I nodded against the pillow. “I know I need to get tested eventually, but I want to know more about this first. I can feel my body changing even now.” Blake pulled me tighter, “yeah, I got to know my own body so much more in the year since. I’ve been spending money on my playroom and waiting until I had the chance to meet someone special to use it. I’m so happy it is you.” I began to drift off to sleep, comforted by the man now holding me close. Blake nibbled on my ear and I could feel his engorged cock rubbing against my ass. With a gentle adjustment, I gave him my ass again. This time wasn’t frantic but the passion was just as deep. We made love in the bed for the first time, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. * * * * * I gradually began feeling better and by the beginning of the next week I was back in the classroom and the practice room. I had some serious catching up to do, and not a lot of time. I managed to scrape through my finals and pass a jury for organ. My second to last day at school I got a call from Blake. “Hey, it has been a long time since we saw each other? How about a little celebration after you finish your last final tomorrow?” Of course I couldn’t say no to that. “Sounds like a plan! Where do you want to meet?” “Come back to my place around 7:00. We can have dinner and I have an idea for a new activity.” I could hear the growling tone in his voice. “You won’t want to miss this.” “I’ll be there! But now I have to go. Chris wants help with his essay tonight and I promised I would try to help.” Blake chuckled down the phone, “you’re always so helpful. One of the hundreds of reasons I love you. Talk to you later!” The line disconnected and I breathed a sigh of contentment. Just one more day of work before I could drop my worries out the window and run into the arms of my boyfriend. I grabbed my computer and headed out the door and down the hall to Chris’s room. I could hear the sounds of classic rock through the door and knocked loudly. I heard Chris’s bedsprings creak as he moves to the door. When the door swings open, Chris is staring at me with his hair all crazy to one side. “Thank god you’re here.” He ushers me inside and closes the door. “I fell asleep and just couldn’t finish the essay.” I stared him down for a minute. “What a mess,” I thought. Sighing I said, “I can’t write the essay for you, but let me see what you’ve got.” Chris brought me his laptop and sat down on his bed. “I’ve got it mostly finished, but I just don’t know what else to write. I’m at the end of the line.” He really looked dejected, so I read through what he had written so far. Ten minutes later I grabbed his shoulder and shook him from his upright doze. “It isn’t too bad, you just have some simple editing work to do, then wrap it up. We can get through this in just a bit.” We dug in and about two hours later he had a really fine essay. “Thanks so much. I really appreciate it. I promise to make it up to you someday.” I laughed, “you don’t have to make anything up to me. Just finish the semester strong. You were my first friend here, and this is what friends do for each other.” I picked up my things and walked to the door. “Now get some sleep so you’re fresh for tomorrow.” I heard a faint “good night” get mumbled into a pillow as I let myself out. Time to grab some sleep before classes finished tomorrow and I could see Blake again. * * * * * After my exams the following day I went home to get ready. By now at least I had figured out the mechanics of a clean (and belatedly ‘safe’) sexual experience. I grabbed a quick shower and cleaned everything out. I figured that Blake must have had some kind of sex in mind and I wanted to be prepared. I put on some decent clothes and started walking over to his place. I rapped the door when I arrived and then Blake was there. I caught a quick glance of my gorgeous man in an apron before he pulled me into him. Hugging him tight I planted kisses on his neck and soaked in his aroma. Rich and musky. I could already feel myself getting hard. Blake broke the embrace and ferried me into the place. He had a few candles lit and gestured me to a seat in the small dining nook. “After the last time you ate here off a TV tray, I thought you deserved a real meal. He opened a bottle of Italian lemonade for me and went back to putting the finishing touches on our meal. We chatted idly about holiday plans and how our exams went as he plated some food. When he turned to present the dinner, I was stunned. It looked like the work of a chef! Beautiful chicken parmesan cutlets propped over a delicious-looking mound of risotto. There was a side salad and he leaned over and said, “there’s a special dessert later.” We ate and toasted each other with our lemonades for the better part of an hour. After we finished, he carefully cleared away the plates and brought me to my feet. “Are you ready?” I nodded silently, then I noticed Blake checking his watch. A minute later there was a knock on the door. “Chris, how nice of you to drop in!” Blake shouted at the door. “It is open.” I stared at Blake. What was going on? Chris bounded into the room full of frat boy energy. “Hiya Paul. I bet you didn’t expect to see me here, did you?” “I can’t say that I did, no.” I replied. I searched Blake’s eyes but they gave nothing away. “We just finished dinner here, Chris, but I think we’re ready to get started if you are.” “No problem,” Chris replied. He turned to the hallway leading to the bedroom and playroom. “What are we waiting for?” Blake gave my hand a little squeeze, “you’ll have fun with this. I promised dessert, after all.” Winking, he let go of my hand and led the way down the hall to the playroom. Entering the playroom was just as disorienting as last time. The heavy smell of leather and rubber hung in the air and the toys, straps, masks, and suits all surrounded the big sling in the center of the room. I was horny before, but the sight of all this forbidden gear turned me on even more. Chris gave out a little gasp. “I had no idea you had all of this! You must get tail every day of the week!” Blake looked at me and replied, “hardly, I only have one person that I really want to fuck.” Chris turned and faced us, “of course, I knew you two were made for each other. But why all the stuff?” “Well,” Blake started, seeming a bit sheepish, “I wanted to be prepared in case my partner was kinky or had any fantasies.” His gaze turned toward me. “I hope you aren’t offended.” I smiled back at him, “of course I am not offended! That is so hot that you were thinking of every eventuality.” I leaned up and kissed him deeply. “You know how to get me horny for sure, but why is Chris here?” Blake gestured to Chris, “you’d better explain it.” Chris started, “I always wondered what being with a guy felt like, and I’m going to move into the frat house next year. I heard that they get up to some shenanigans and take care of each other, if you know what I mean, and I wanted to know what that was like before I started fooling around and don’t want to embarrass myself in front of any of them. I asked Blake a few weeks ago if he would show me the ropes, but he said he wouldn’t fuck me. Just that he was saving that for someone else, but he thought you might be willing to have a go at me if you wanted to.” I was stunned, horrified, turned on, and confused. “Why me?” “Like Blake here, I wanted it to be someone who I cared about and wouldn’t judge me. Besides, you’re sexy as fuck and so tempting all the time. . .” Chris trailed off. I looked at Blake and he smiled back. “Paul, this is your chance to really breed someone. I think you should.” I leaned over to whisper in Blake’s ear, “does he know that I am poz?” “I haven’t told him, but you know him. I don’t think it would make him much difference.” “But I would feel awful if I gave him my illness.” Blake was quiet for a moment, “look, it isn’t like he is stupid. He could ask to play safe, he could be on prep, he could just not care. Whatever the case, I think he is aware of what is possible.” I grudgingly admitted that my boyfriend had a point. I turned toward Chris and with as much courage as I could muster I demanded, “get in the sling.” Chris clambered out of his clothes and got into the sling. Blake and I circled around him and strapped his arms and legs in so he couldn’t move. “You know that to do this you need to relax. And in order to be relaxed, you need to surrender yourself to us.” I was talking with a silky tone, trying to put him at ease and keep him excited. “After this experience you’ll be a changed man. You can’t say that you’ve never felt another man inside of you. Is that what you want?” Chris was getting really hot and bothered and moaned out, “just do what you want to me.” Clearly this boy didn’t know what I was capable of. I knelt down and took a look at his hard cock. It was about average in length with a long, droopy foreskin covering the head, even as he was hard. A nondescript bush surrounded his manhood, but the shaft and balls were completely smooth. His balls rode up as I fondled his shaft. This was too easy. I rolled his foreskin down to release the shiny head of his cock, already glistening with precut. Taking him into my mouth I could taste the sweet-and-salty essence of the pre, along with the musty, sweaty taste that must always stay around with a foreskin like his. I pressed his cock further back into my mouth and felt as much as heard him pant. “You’re a fucking genius with your mouth, Paul.” I slid his cock all the way out of my mouth, sucking on his head so there was a little ‘pop’ when I released him. “Thanks, but you haven’t seen anything yet.” I started giving his balls a tongue bath and played around inside his foreskin with my finger. I let my tongue lick down his taint before tasting his ass for the first time. It was as I expected from a frat-type boy. A bit ripe with sweat, but not unclean. The saltiness of his sweat was matched with the sweetness of his musk. I began to tongue his hole and the moans increased in pitch and frequency. “What are you doing to me?” I grinned into his cheeks as I pulled my finger from his foreskin, “just having a taste of what is to come. Blake promised me dessert. . .” I dove back in. Blake’s hands found my collar and began unbuttoning my shirt. I got to work with my pants and was soon naked, probing Chris’s hole with my tongue. He must have really been wanting this for awhile, because he was starting to open up. I stood and slipped a finger into Chris as I leaned in to lick his chest. “I can’t kiss you because I’m attached to Blake, but I am going to fuck you. Is that what you want?” Chris only nodded and groaned. I was excited! My fist topping experience! I used a second finger to open the hole for a moment or two and Blake came up from behind and started lubing my cock. “Hold back in him for a bit. Make sure he feels you,” Blake warned. I nodded in understanding and withdrew my fingers. My now slick cock began to do circles around his hole as I warmed him up for penetration. Nothing like a little teasing to get him excited for what was coming next! I felt Blake start to lick my hole behind me. . . Ah! That was his game! Well, I don’t mind! I let the tip of my dick hover right at the entrance to Chris’s chute. Waves of warmth emanated from him as I gave the warning, “last chance to back out.” “Breed me,” was all the answer I needed. I pushed into his warm hole and slowly sunk inch by inch into the waiting boy. Nothing prepared me for how amazing the feeling of a tight hole would be on my cock. At the same moment, I felt pressure on my own hole as Blake quickly sank his dick into me. He had me impaled completely and was pulsing his dick against my prostate as I continued to work toward hilting myself into Chris. When I finally bottomed out (with much wincing from Chris) Blake was almost out of my ass. I began to pull out of Chris and fuck myself back onto Blake. I slowly picked up steam bucking forwards into Chris and backwards onto Blake. Fucking and being fucked in one cyclical motion. This was easily the most pleasure I had ever experienced. I rode Blake’s dick with every ounce of passion I had, and plowed myself forward into Chris feeling like a god. Chris was moaning in pleasure as I began to pummel his prostate with precision. The speed of my thrusts growing faster and faster and cycling deep enough to tease his second hole. Blake started to pant behind me and grabbed my hips for extra leverage. We fucked like rabbits for what seemed like hours before I couldn’t take it any longer. “I’m gonna cum,” I screamed to the boys and fell forward with all my body weight to stick Chris as deeply as I could before I started to spurt. I felt the resistance of his second hole for a split second before Blake added a deep slam of my hole and our combined weight forced my dick through Chris’s second hole. I could feel Blake pumping me full of his toxic seed again and knew that I was seeding Chris, too. We stayed mounded together, sweat dripping from our bodies and mixing into each other. Chris hadn’t cum, but he seemed perfectly content. “Is this everything you wanted it to be,” I asked. “More than you could ever know,” was Chris’s reply. I turned to Blake and kissed him deeply. After about half an hour I felt myself slip from Chris’s hole and we unhooked the restraints. Chris grabbed his things quietly and waddled out the door. Blake scooped me up in his arms and nibbled on my neck. “I hope that wasn’t too shocking for you.” “Too shocking, no, but I will be interested to know how Chris is feeling in a few weeks. I am a bit worried that he’ll be pissed at me if he turns out poz.” “I know some of the guys in the frat,” Blake replied, “they won’t judge, and there are a few people that I met at my poz support meetings that he can talk to if he gets worried.” I snuggled my head up to Blake’s chiseled pecs. “All I know is that every time I have sex with you I feel a deeper connection. Even with another person, I still feel connected most to you.” Blake kissed my forehead and dropped me into the shower. “Well, we shouldn’t waste another opportunity. . .” So he fucked me silly in the shower, using his previous load as lube. I don’t know how I had managed to live without this boy for so long, but I am glad that I don’t need to know what that will be like for a long time.

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 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.

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?

Well, this is how I did it last night. I came across a cute brazilian guy that asked me if I was bottom, which I am. So he took me into the only sling room and started talking to me how it would be hot it I would lay in the sling and have an open door policy. Everybody who passes by can enjoy the view and ofcourse join if they want to. It ended up in me laying in the sling for 5-6 hours, being fucked constantly and having 2 dicks at my sides to blow. I took around 25 dicks bare and collected 10 loads. 😈💦

Yes, a jock is a good sign but I prefer to be more explicit because too many guys wear jocks. Because I like getting a room I place some signs that glow in the dark in my room that leave no doubt that I'm a bottom. Usually the signs say things like "Cumdump" or "Cream My Hole" and when I visit bathhouses in Montreal, signs in French such as "Trou à fourrer" ("Hole to be filled", or something like that). I was once at sauna GI-Joe in Montreal where I have placed a French sign and after fucking me and breeding me he admitted to me that the sign was what made him come into my room. Many guys get turned-on by a slutty hole, even bottoms.

OMFG…. Im not only salivating while reading this so far…. I’m friggin drooling over it!! This start has me SOOOO HOOKED! Ill be checking for updates like every couple hours lol! I LOVE IT! KEEP IT COMING!

I think a lot of sex clubs are having a hard time staying open. Politics is part of it, hookup apps are another, but the pandemic destroyed lots of businesses. It's going to take years to get back to normal.

So this is a true story. Put an ad online to sell our car. Dude hit me up quick offering like $500. When we are asking $2000. Dude comes over to test drive it. He's a shorter solid built black dude with dreadlocks. I'm a white dude who immediately wants every black man to breed me just on instinct. We pull into the drive and I say "my husband isn't home" ( to sign the title ). He was like "ah you want this dick? I was in prison so I'm cool with it." I was shocked but minutes later I had his load in me and he had a $500 car. I was also late for work. 🙂 Worth it.

I just made a porn with Lance Charger. I'm probably not supposed to say more about it than that. Let's just say he fucked me GOOD, and he's one of the best - if not THEE best - scene partner I've ever had.

Dec 1996. I was 19. A flight was diverted to Denver and United put me up overnight in a hotel. I asked one of the flight attendants what I should do that night. He pointed me to the Denver swim club. I never even pulled back the sheets on the bed but I did shower at the hotel in the morning. I already was into some pretty wild stuff, but I had a fabulous night and great memories. Unfortunately, Christmas Eve I noticed a discharge … and I caught my first case of gono there!

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.

He held his finger up to my mouth and I sucked it clean as he held my eye contact and smiled that mischievous smile again, and then kissed me roughly. Even when he kissed it was obvious who was in control. "My buds are almost here, let's get you in position." He said. We walked back into the room, I used the "Do Not Disturb" sign to block the latch again, and I got back up on the bed. He walked over to his clothes and got a black bandanna from a pocket and walked over to me. "Put this on, and trust me, I won't let anyone hurt you. I want you to focus on cock and holes; my cock, other cocks, and your holes getting filled with cum. Positive cum from big hard dicks turning that tight ass of yours into a positive cumdump. I want you to enjoy it, this is my gift to you for being brave and begging for my poz cum so beautifully. " I grabbed the bandanna from his hand, and looked into his eyes. He had kind eyes but was smiling with a mischievous smirk. I really don't know why, but I felt like I could trust him so I smiled back and said, "Thank you, I didn't know what to expect out of tonight but I'm really glad you took my poz cherry." He smiled and said, "Fuck yeah! I'm fucking you all night! Now get in position the guys are almost here." I wrapped the bandanna around my eyes and got on all fours on the bed. I felt him move on the bed and the mattress dipped in front of me as he grabbed my head and guided it to his cock. I felt his huge cockhead touch my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, afraid of hurting him with my teeth. As I tried to swallow him, I could hear the faint reverberations of metal on concrete as his buddies bounded up the stairs. Soon enough, the creak of the door announced his friends and as it latched, I could hear them undressing as Martin said, "Sup homies! I found us a nice tight chaser, he was neg when I walked in. Now he's got 2 of my loads deep in his ass that he begged for, let's give him more ha ha." "Holy fuck! That's one fuckable ass he's got." I heard a rich deep voice say. It felt odd being talked about like I wasn't there. But I remembered what Martin had said and I focused on his beautiful big cock filling my mouth as I felt 2 fingers being shoved roughly into my asshole. "Fucking tight too! That's nice." I heard from a different, younger voice behind me. "He says he hasn't been fucked in a while. I believe him, but that is one hungry fucking hole he's got there so let's give him what he wants." Although I had never considered myself a "chaser" like Martin said, actions speak louder than words and right now all I could think about was getting fucked and bred and filled with cum, especially Martin's poz cum. I was still horny as fuck and I was finally getting fucked by strangers like I'd fantasized about for a long time. My previous domestic life full of theater, dull dinner parties, and boring business dinners seemed like a distant memory and I couldn't be happier than to be here; a sleazy motel in a seedy part of town about to be bred by studs I couldn't see. Even as I thought this, I felt the bed shift and a blunt pressure on my asshole as the first of Martin's buds started to slide in. It wasn't as big as Martin's (I doubt that too many guys are) but it still stretched me pretty nicely and I could feel him slide in with a little resistance. He felt really good, deep enough to enjoy but not so deep it hurt. "Fuck! This is some fucking good pussy!" I heard the top say, the deeper voiced one. "I got a 6 day load for you, baby. You're definitely getting knocked up. Not gonna lie, one look at your ass and I knew I was gonna end up balls in you." "Wow! I'm glad you like it, I'm definitely enjoying it too." I responded. I felt the bed shift to my left and felt the younger guy's hand on my chin trying to get me to suck him. I backed off from Martin's cock and turned to take the younger guy. It was also thick and I could barely fit him in my mouth. In my stoned state I chuckled inwardly thinking "what the fuck is in the water around here that makes them grow so thick?!" But in reality I just opened wide and started giving him head. Not to toot my own horn but I've been told by just about every guy that I give great head. The younger guy seemed to agree, he'd placed a hand on my shoulder for balance and was moaning like a man possessed. Meanwhile, the guy with the deeper voice whose name I later learned was Darryl, was beginning to rock in and out of me furiously. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh fuck! Getting ready to breed you baby, gonna fucking poz that beautiful pussy, fuck, oh yeah, baby here it comes, HERE IT FUCKING COMES!!!" "Fuck yeah! Please give me your poz cum, please poz my hole. Yeah, breed that ass." I said back to him, encouraging him as he roared, and with one last shove, shot his poz cum just as he had predicted; balls deep inside me.

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.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another try at a "short" story. There are 2 parts. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. -- It had been a crappy year so far. In April I caught my supposedly monogamous boyfriend getting tag teamed by a pair of grindr hookups. I watched him pack his shit up and even caught him trying to steal some of my stuff. I heard he couch surfed for a few weeks before he could get a place of his own. I told everyone I knew what happened and many knew he had been playing behind my back for months. I'm sure a few of them had fucked that sack of shit too. I was nearing forty, but thought I still looked good. Some of the twenty-something guys were starting to call me daddy, usually when I let my beard grow out, which just made me feel older than I was. My workout schedule was three or four times a week which kept my six foot body in good shape, toned but not built. I kept the hair on my chest trimmed and my full head of hair perfectly coiffed. When summer started and I was still in a funk, my workout buddy Chris took me out for a beer after the gym. "Ya gotta snap out of it. Stop looking for a new boyfriend, just hookup with a few guys. You might find you click with one" he said. I knew he was right. I hadn't had sex with a guy since a few days before catching my ex in the act and my hand didn't compare to having my cock buried up a guy's hole. "I know, I know. It's just hard to find a guy my age that isn't already in a relationship or isn't a complete slut. The thought of having to wrap it up to fuck after seven years of doing it bare is a turn off, too" I replied. "Get on prep if you're worried about picking up the big bug. You're gonna drive yourself mad if you stay in this rut" he replied. We hit the bar again a few weeks later, a day after I'd fucked the first guy in months. "You look a little better, but you're kind of distracted... What's up?" he asked. "I finally got laid last night, but it didn't go very well" I replied. "Not all of them do. What went wrong?" he asked. "I couldn't stay hard in the condom. The guy was about to give up but said 'try it bare. I'm on prep' so I did. God it felt so good and we fucked for over an hour. I even came in him, just like I used to do with the douchebag" I told him. "OK, I don't see why you're confused. You prefer it bare, just like ninety-nine percent of the guys out there" Chris said. "Yeah, but I don't want to catch anything, and raw fucking guys I don't know is risky. It's less of a risk if I top, but sometimes I like feeling a guy drill my brains out too" I explained. I saw a smile come over his face. "Yeah, I'm the same. But if you're worried, start prep. Or find hookups that are on it. I haven't had a rubber on my dick in over ten years. None of the guys that have fucked me have had one either. Once you go bare, you won't want to go back, as you found out" Chris said. I nodded and saw him adjust himself. He grinned back at me. "I think I know how we can help each other out" he said. That was the start of six weeks of fucking each other three days a week after our workout. Usually it was a flip fuck and neither of us would ever pull out, dumping our loads into each other without a second thought. It was strange bottoming so much after decades of topping most of the time, but it was a small price to pay to fuck like I was used to. After the third week, I'd taken more of his cum than all of the other guys combined since I started having sex in high school. It felt weird walking home from his place with his cum running down my leg but it reminded me that Chris had my cum dripping out of him, too. I started hooking up with other guys too, but since this town is ninety percent bottoms, I always topped with them. Near the end of July, Chris told me that he was going out of town for work for a month. "Did you ever go on prep?" he asked. "Nah, never got around to it. You've been keeping me busy" I replied with a chuckle. "Good time for it, now. You'll have some free time to do it. I won't be back for a couple months" he said. We met up one last time before his trip and I spent the night. While I fucked him some, most of the time I was the one getting nailed. Before I headed home, he stuffed a butt plug in and said "Don't want you lookin like a cheap whore leaving a trail of cum on your way home." Work for me got busy too, but I finally went in to start prep. "We need to do some tests first" the doctor told me. They called me in to discuss the results a few days later. "Jason, you tested positive for HIV. There's no need for prep. We are going to do some more tests to figure out how best to treat you" the doctor said, along with a thousand other things that I didn't hear. -- "I never said I was on it and you didn't ask. I got a really big Christmas gift last year and I've been sharing it. You're number seven that I know of" Chris said when I called to tell him. "What the fuck? That wasn't cool" I yelled back at him. "It's really cool, since you don't have to worry about it any more. You can go on meds, but once you charge up your first neg guy, you're going to want to do it more and more. Its such a rush!" Chris said, sounding excited for me. "You're fuckin kidding me? You want me to go out and infect unsuspecting guys like you did to me?" I said, exasperated. "Do it however you want. Fuck other poz guys, knock up some chasers, breed some prep guys or stealth some neg guys. Just do me a favor and stay off meds for a few months and see how it goes" he said, calmly. "Fuck! Now you want me to do you a favor? You're just a fuckin asshole. I hope you burn in hell" I yelled out before I hung up. The problem was, I was horny. Really horny. As good as my hand felt, I needed more. I figured that there wasn't any harm fucking other poz guys so that's what I started with. By the time I went in to talk with the doctor about my second set of tests, I'd fucked and bred a half dozen poz guys. One even flipped me over and gave me his own potent, unmedicated strain. A few days after my doctor's appointment, I was surfing and one guy sent me a message. "Hey. Think I've seen you at the Sweat Shop gym. Prep btm here, luv takin poz dick. bb only" he said. The pics in his profile looked familiar and I remembered checking him out more than once during my workouts. After a few more messages, I was convinced I wasn't going to infect him. Later that evening, my dick was buried in his ass as he begged for my toxic seed. While some of the poz guys had mentioned it while I fucked them, this guy went all out on poz talk while we fucked. I pumped a huge load in him and I don't think I'd ever seen a bottom happier to get bred. The group of guys I was now comfortable fucking was now getting larger. It was just about a month since I got the diagnosis when the first chaser messaged me. Well, the first one that seemed serious and sent more than "poz me" as a message. He was ten years younger than me, two inches shorter, smooth above the waist and hairy below. He had a nice looking uncut cock and an even better looking ass. His longish, curly hair hung over the almost shaved sides and I saw several bits of metal in his ears. There were a few tattoos scattered over his body as well, but they looked like he spent time planning them out. "You're the first neg guy I've fucked since..." I started to say as we undressed in his small apartment. "That's cool. The last guy that said he wasn't on meds was last year and either he lied or it didn't take. It's fun trying though" the guy said calmly. Calm wasn't how I was feeling. I was nervous and hoped I was going to be able to perform. After a few minutes of groping each other's naked bodies, he worked his way down until he was sucking on my now stiff cock. He was better than most guys and I kind of forgot why I was there, besides to fuck, of course. After fifteen minutes, I wanted to see if his ass felt as good as his mouth and throat. Holding his head by the hair, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped it over his cheek. "I need your ass" I said softly, staring at him. He bent over the bed and I was on my knees a moment later. I was only going to spend a minute rimming him, but his ass just felt too good. My beard mingled with the hair between the mounds of firm flesh. His ring flexed while my tongue lapped over it, adding more spit to the entire crevice. Ten minutes had passed and my cock was now throbbing, needing some attention too. I stood up, surprised how hard my cock still was. I pressed the leaking tip to his spit soaked hole, wondering how I could even think about doing what I was about to do. Pushing a little harder, I heard Chris' comment from a few weeks earlier about knocking up a neg guy rattling around my head. "Aahhh fuck yeah..." the chaser moaned as my cock drove slowly into him. His chute felt good wrapping around my cock and when I bottomed out, he gave a firm squeeze with his ass muscles. My cock was leaking more than usual and soon his hole was really slick. It let me pound him harder and at one point I grabbed his hair and pulled it back before slamming in. While I ground my hips against his ass I whispered in his ear "Ready to get pozzed?" "Oh god yeah... Please breed me full of your bug... I want it so bad!" he cried out. His ring clamped down harder with each phrase, trying to suck the cum out of my balls. I could only thrust in a dozen more times before I began to shoot. The moan he let out told me how much he loved getting filled with my virus enhanced load. After the last pulse, I plowed his ass a few more minutes, churning up the cum inside him and hopefully pushing it deeper. Whether he felt as excited when he converted or when he tested positive, I would probably never know. After a short rest, I drilled him again until my cum needed to escape and help try and end his chase. He was a fun guy to fuck and when we finished told me he was very eager for a repeat. I spent the next 17 days breeding him until I showed up and his body was on fire. We only had a quick fuck that night and I left him passed out with one big load inside. I texted Chris and said "ur right. big rush when first one converts." A rational guy would have thought that once he'd experienced pozzing a guy it was enough and he should start medication to get himself undetectable. That's not what I did. Just like Chris had told me, I wanted more.

The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."

When my boy and I went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving, we made a pit stop at my favorite bookstore from when I was in High School, and after taking dozens of POZ loads earlier this year, my boy wound up fucking my Dad through a gloryhole. Once he knew who it was loading his ass, my Dadchickened out, and we neither one got to shoot our cum up my Dad’s hole again, until we went back for Christmas. The night we arrived, I managed to get Dad pretty hammered on some spiked eggnog. He retired to bed early, but my boy and I stayed up a bit later, plotting how to get my Dad’s trousers off and our cocks in his ass. My boy seemed game for anything, so I mentioned that I remembered my Dad almost always got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water from the kitchen and a piss. I fell asleep, but my boy stayed up to keep watch, watching some raw porn on his laptop with the sound turned off. Sure enough, around 3AM, the door of my parents’ bedroom creaked open and my boy roused me gently, then snuck out to the hallway. My Dad was letting a stream of piss fly, with his bathrobe casually drawn over his shoulders. My boy snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around Daddy’s paunchy waist. Daddy jumped a bit and piss went everywhere. Ever the one to please, my boy went down to his knees and licked the fresh piss off my Dad’s crotch and legs. I heard my Dad whisper, “No, not here. Let’s go downstairs…” “Whatever you say, Daddy,” my boy replied. I waited until they were down the steps and into the kitchen to follow. I held back in the dining room, and hid behind a half-opened door to watch. Dad mixed two cocktails as my boy ran his hands all over Daddy’s fleshy torso, managing to get his robe to fall to the floor. “How long have you been getting fucked,” my boy asked. “Since I followed my son once to the bookstore when he was in High School. He blew me once through the hole and never knew it was me. I guess I got sort of hooked.” “And what about taking strangers’ cum? When did that start?” “To be honest, I always make the guys bag up. You’ve gotta trust that their cum is clean, or you could get sick.” “Ahhh…” My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. My boy was seducing my father just feet away from me. “Would you take my load again?” my boy asked. “Sure. You guys play safe usually right?” “Oh yeah. All the time…” My boy neglected to mention the sex parties, taking loads in mensrooms all over the East Coast, and NEVER allowing anyone topping him to wear a rubber. I estimated that between the two of us, we’d taken at least forty loads, and at least a dozen knowingly POZ ones. As the felt each other up, and my Dad worked my boy’s tenting briefs down to his ankle, he asked, “When were you lasted tested?” “About nine months ago. It was clean.” Finally an honest answer. “I want you so bad,” my Dad panted as he lowered himself down and wrapped his mustachioed mouth around my boy’s stiff leaking cock, impressively getting most of my boy’s cock down his throat. My boy spread his legs a little, and held his hand out for my Dad to spit in so he could start lubing his ass and playing with it. I guess at heart, my boy will always be a piggy bottom, but this was a special occasion. Pozzing my Dad got him harder and drippier than I had seen in a long time. They switched places, and my boy inhaled Daddy’s dick, all the way to the root, and spread his legs wide apart so he could start loosening up my Dad’s hole for the coming onslaught. “Think my son will be jealous?” Daddy snickered. “Oh no. I’m sure he’ll approve. You’ll just have to put out for him later to make it even…” “Sounds fair enough,” he panted. My boy went into overdrive, blowing Daddy’s fat stiffy for all he was worth. It was all I could to slow down my own jerking so I would cum too soon. My Dad grunted, “Oh shit. You’re going to make me cum!” but my boy kept right at it until Daddy’s body wracked with orgasmic convulsions. My boy was rewarded with a mouthful of NEG Daddy spooge, and he looked up at my Dad, smiling, with jism leaking out of his cocksucking lips. He stood up and gave my Dad an aggressive tongue-fucking, filling my Dad’s mouth with his own cum. “Don’t swallow that, Daddy. Cum makes the best lube.” He winked. My Dad snowballed his cum back into my boy’s mouth and turned around, leaning over the kitchen counter, spreading his hairy asscheeks so his chute was easier to get at. My boy went back to his knees and spit globs of cum onto his asshole, and started to finger them inside. One glistening finger up Daddy’s tight hole, then two, then three. My Dad was bucking as this treatment, and after spitting on his drippy cock, my boy lunged forward. No mercy. He slammed all of his long narrow dick all the way inside Daddy’s tunnel in one thrust. Daddy was whimpering. My boy told him, “Shhh! You don’t want to wake the whole house do you? Then, they’d all want a piece of your ass.” After a minute or two of pounding, my boy slowed down, and I could tell he was getting close to loading my Dad’s ass with his long-untested questionable load deep into my father’s willing NEG ass. He whispered, “Where do you want my load, Daddy?” “Give it to me! I’m a man. I can take it.” My boy thrust forward and I could tell he was whitewashing my Dad’s insides. That was only the second time I had seen my boy breed an ass. I shot my load all over my hand, and fed myself my own questionable load. With the first pause since they began their lovemaking, my Dad whispered, “Did you cum?” “Oh yeah. I loaded your ass real deep.” My boy backed his dick out of my Dad’s used cummy ass, and I could see, briefly, my Dad’s loosened pucker with a dick-sized hole in it, and a flood of gooey spooge leaking out. My boy knelt down to suck his load out of Daddy’s ass. Once his face was covered with ass juice and cum, he said, “It seems like a waste, you being all warmed up like this. Let’s go wake up your son.” Dad froze. “Really, think he’ll want some old guy’s ass? His own father?” “Why the fuck not. You won’t be the oldest guy we’ve shared.” The look on my Dad’s face was priceless. I had to pull myself away from the hot sweaty scene to get back to our bedroom, where I was supposed to be sleeping. I made it under the covers just as I heard the bedroom door creak open, and my Dad and my boy giggling quietly like schoolgirls. I rolled onto my back, pretending to be asleep. I was still half hard from before, and my dick was already drippy. I heard quiet whispers and felt the sheets being pulled down, and a hairy moustache tickling the head of my dick. Daddy lowered his mouth over my cock, and gave a surprisingly decent blowjob. I moved my hands to the back of Dad’s balding head and started rocking my hips. My boy whispered, “Damn! Don’t choke the man!” By then the pretense of being asleep was pointless. “Suck that dick Dad!” I rammed my cock as far down his throat as it would go, making him gag a little. He pulled off for air, and scrambled up to my face to give me a deep tongue-lashing. I’d never kissed my Dad like that before, and it almost made me shoot my wad right then. I told him, “Get on my dick.” Dad whipped around with his back to me, and squatted over my wet cock. My boy leaned in to help guide my raw dick home with one hand and spread my Daddy’s ass open with the other. I was far more gentle than my boy had been, and it went smoother, lubed with my boy’s sticky cum and loosened from his long dick. Dad rode my cock like a champ until we were both damp with sweat. I pulled out and spun Dad around to give it to him doggy style. “Damn, this is hot,” my boy whispered as he moved around to shove his dick into Dad’s mouth. I pounded for a few minutes more, and shoved in as far as possible as I seeded my Dad’s ass. My boy coated Dad’s throat with more cum at the same time, and we collapsed onto each other in a lusty cummy pile. Dad drifted off to sleep as we embraced each other. My boy whispered, “Think we’ve converted him?” “If he’s not POZ, at least he’ll be addicted to taking loads. Job well done.” We kissed tenderly and dozed off. A few hours later, as the sun was coming up, I roused my Dad and told him to get back to his own bed before Mom woke up. He regretfully left. I snuggled up my sticky dick to my boy’s ass and left it there. We slept in that day. We had earned it.

So a group of us, 8 in total, will be having an orgy at the one guy’s cabin tonight. Everyone is raw only and there are no dedicated bottoms, everyone is either vers or a top. My hope is to collect as many loads as possible from the group while also planting a few deep in some asses myself. My only problem right now is I have no poppers and the nearest place to buy them is over 40 mins out of the way. I’m just going to go and hope someone has some to share.

Yes, it does matter. I have absolutely no desire for a larger than average dick. As was said above, as long as it can get in me, and it can leave a load inside, I’m happy with it. Unfortunately, sometimes guys with big dicks, are total dicks themselves. Give me average or smaller any day.

That's quite a twist, although not totally unexpected. Ric seems to have that effect on guys.

Technique over size

I love to drink piss, get it into my hole, or get it like a shower. I have rare occasions for this, so I try to substitute it with my own piss. Until today I laid in my bathtube and let my piss on my body and tried to target my mouth with more or less success. However, I never mind if it covers my face. But today, I woke up thirsty as fuck and since I drunk a lot yesterday, I had to pee more times and every time a huge amount. I felt that I wasted this juice, so next time I grabbed a glass and loaded it full with my piss. And I drunk it like a normal drink. Damn, it tasted awesome. I will do this regularly.

I mostly think of rape. I love the routine violence of fucking: victory over cunt.

Not into CBT / flogging etc but love it when a guy's dick is so big it hurts my tight ass. Had a thick dicked daddy use me yesterday with very little lube. It hurt but felt incredible.

Cock-size, not really...hand-size, absolutely!!

Yes I LOVE ATM. One of my hottest experiences was drinking some other tops piss out of a bottoms ass as he ejected it. Am I nasty or what?

Started jock only years ago when I played around with another sub… I especially get off servicing other subs… and he convinced me to toss everything and go jock only.

Once filmed myself with a neighbour's son. I was 21 & he was 18. Started off sucking me and ended with me planting a load bare in his ass. Still got a copy somewhere, although its on VHS. He now acts like he's a macho straight guy, but I know otherwise!

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

Part 6 the point of no return Brad's mind was working at full speed, the chems still coursing through his body. He was immensely horny, yet he was still trying to take control of the situation. He had been kidnapped, drugged, tied up, had sucked a man and swallowed his seed, drank his own piss and his ass, his cunt had been fucked and he had begged for this himself. What happened to him, he found himself dirty from all that he had done but at the same time it wound him up. He was in a knot with himself. Did he still like women or did he from now on fall on men, he did not know anymore. He didn't know what to think or do anymore, he had to get out of here but because of that collar he couldn't get further than the door. The TV was still playing a horny porno movie. Brad couldn't control himself and watched it and he felt his cock fill with blood. He looked down at his cock and he noticed that he was getting aroused by seeing the men on the TV, the realization came in that he was definitely not straight anymore and he was not comfortable with this. He was a straight quarterback a real man, a guy who fucked pussies and not a fag who lay with his legs open to be fucked and suck dicks. Yet his hand went to his pole and he began to jerk himself off. He played with himself for a while and let go of his thoughts, still he couldn't cum and after more than an hour the chems had worn off. Due to the lack of chems in his body he began to get down and started and was exhausted, his body longed for another hit of chems. But the pipe and crystals were nowhere to be found. The door opened and Jack entered. Straighten up slut you've had enough rest. Brad stood up and went to stand next to the bed. He was still down and was shaking a little and starting to get cold. He knew what was happening to his body. It was already craving chems. He still wanted to fight it but he knew he would lose the battle. His mind was not strong anymore it was clouded by what had happened in the last few days. He was tired and hadn't had a real moment's rest. Jack saw that Brad was shaking and a grin appeared on his face. He knew Brad's body was craving chems and that he would do almost anything for it, this was the moment he had been waiting for. The moment when the straight quarterback would ask to get another shot and sober up on his knees to suck his cock. These are the moments to cherish he thought, the moment when a muscular dude becomes a real chem whore and you have him completely in your power. Is there something he asked Brad, Brad looked into his eyes and wanted to ask for chems in some form but he fought it. Jack looked at Brad grinning and thought to himself, let him fight it some more he will be craving some Tina soon anyway and then I will have him fully in my power. Bend over slut so I can pull out your plug. Brad bent over and Jack pulled the plug out and set it on the floor in front of Brad. On your knees and lick clean he said. Brad got down on his knees and took hold of the plug and he looked at it but he started to get disgusted at the idea of licking it. The plug was full of slime from his pussy, leftover seed and blood. Did I say you can hold it Jack said and he got a whipping on his back. Brad cried out and dropped the plug. Come on puppy clean lick. Tears sprang to Brad's eyes and he crawled on his hands and knees to the plug and carefully stuck out his tongue. Lick said I, I don't have all day. Brad carefully licked the plug and tasted the Jack's seed again. Faster, and he got another stroke on his back and one against his ass. A red welt became visible on his ass. Take it in your mouth like you would suck my pole slut. You can, you love nothing more than sucking my fat cock, you're a real slut and you shouldn't delude yourself into thinking otherwise. Tears ran down Brad's cheeks and he opened his mouth and took the plug in as far as he could. Jack laughed, you see you can do it, it's not that hard slut. Embrace your new status and everything will be much easier. Brad was shocked that he didn't have to gag at the idea of him swallowing semen. He licked the plug clean and once it was clean Jack stroked his head. Good girl, next time you can do it faster. Again Jack asked Brad if he needed anything and again Brad tried to fight it but he wouldn't last long, his body was craving a new dose of chems. As you wish Jack said. He watched Brad twitch more and saw that he no longer had full control of his muscles. He came to stand in front of Brad with his limp cock. If you want a new high slut you have to ask, we are here to help each other slut. Brad couldn't fight it anymore and embarrassed and defeated came out of his mouth asking for a new dose of chems. What are you saying Jack said, I didn't understand you. Brad spoke a little louder, can I have another dose. That's not how you speak to your master slut, you know that and gave him a whack with the whip. Brad forgave the pain and then spoke loudly may I have another dose sir. That's better slut. You can get a shot if you work for it. You don't get anything for nothing. If you want Tina you will be allowed to pleasure me a little first. You can start by sucking my dick stiff. Brad opened his mouth and carefully took hold of the limp cock without any emotion and put it in his mouth. He needed a new hit Tina his body was begging for it. You can do better slut shouted Jack this way you won't get it stiff. If you, want to feel better you will have to show that you want to indulge my cock that you enjoy sucking my pole. Brad understood what Jack was saying and tried harder. But still he felt no change in his master's limp cock. He stopped for a moment and looked questioningly at Jack, hoping he would tell him what to do. I said that you have to show that you want to indulge my cock and that you love nothing more than to indulge a cock. Again he took the limp cock into his mouth and as he sucked on his master's cock he looked into his eyes. Something was happening to Brad. He saw Jack's approving look and it wound him up and he started sucking with more abandon and his own look changed, he was no longer without emotion but a little slut look came on his face. A look that betrayed that he was enjoying sucking a cock. Jack's pole grew hard. Jack enjoyed the transformation he saw unfolding in front of him for a moment longer and then pulled his stiff pole out of Brad's mouth. Brad wanted more and put his hands on Jack's ass and pulled the stiff pole toward his mouth. Are we getting greedy slut, haven't you had enough of your master's cock yet. Brad began to go into a trance and moaned and wanted that blissful rod in his mouth. He could just barely reach the large glans with his lips and eagerly licked at it with his tongue. He had now completely surrendered to his true self and really enjoyed sucking a cock. You're asking for it slut, I'll shove it down your throat and you won't get Tina until you swallow my seed. At the words seed and swallow, Brad felt a warm feeling rise and he opened his mouth as far as he could. Jack thrust his big black monster as deep as he could. Brad gasped as Jack's cock was completely in his throat. Jack began to thrust into Brad's mouth. From Brad's mouth, drool ran down his throat. Brad groaned and began to jerk his own pole with his hand. Jack was enjoying what he was seeing. The transformation was almost complete. He had transformed a tough straight guy into a cock craving bitch. Good girl, you're doing a good job but don't touch your cock. Keep sucking but good slut suck your master's stick you will get a nice dose of seed and Tina later. At those words Brad jumped up. His body would soon be fed a new load of Tina, he longed to be back in the clouds and flying. Jack pulled his cock back a little and let Brad suck and lick his cock again a little. After a few minutes of firm sucking from Brad, Jack felt he was going to squirt and pulled Brad's hair with both hands and said here it comes slut here you have been waiting for. Just swallow your master's dirty seed. Enjoy my babies let them fill your stomach and transform your mind into a cum craving whore. Brad felt his mouth fill with strands of seed and without thinking about it he eagerly swallowed the strings. He craved more and with each string that came out of his master's head of penis he felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. The taste of his master's seed was delicious and he licked at the thick glans for as long as he could. Jack moaned heavily and after he finished he took hold of Brad's chin and looked deep into Brad's slut eyes and said he was proud of his slut. Brad's mouth was still open asking for more cock and seed and Jack flummoxed into Brad's mouth, Brad swallowed he eagerly. Do you think you deserve a hit of the pipe now slut. Brad looked at Jack longingly and nodded yes. Jack took his key and opened the cabinet took out the pipe and some crystals. He had put the chems in the cabinet and locked it so Brad would sober up and crave Tina. His plan had worked because Brad ate out of his hand and he did just as planned. He took the pipe and held it out to Brad. Brad who couldn't control himself anymore and had to get a hit Tina and took the pipe in his hand. So rushed, can't do without slut. Brad nodded embarrassed. Jack grinned, I'm glad to see you've become a real Tina whore, slut. We will have a lot of fun with you and you will get a lot of Tina if you do what is asked of you. Jack lit the pipe and the crystals began to melt, the smoke formed and Brad's eyes lit up at the sight of it forming. Once the pipe was filled with smoke he pulled in the smoke and held it for as long as he could. Release said Jack and Brad blew a big white cloud. Brad wanted another hit but Jack now took a firm pull from the pipe and held the smoke in and took hold of Brad and pushed his mouth onto Brad's and blew the smoke into Brad's mouth. Brad felt the warmth come back into his cold body, his spastic features began to lessen, he had more energy and he began to float slightly again. After a few more solid blows, he was ready to be used again. Jack put the pipe away and took out a bottle and told Brad to piss in it. Brad let his bladder run and the bottle filled with dark orange piss. Just show your master what kind of slut you are said Jack when Brad was done pissing. Just show your master how you thank him for the Tina he gave you. He handed the bottle of warm chem nectar to Brad who put it to his lips and in the horny intoxication of the Tina he had just received he poured the bottle down his throat and like an accomplished piss drink he drank the bottle empty. He felt the warm piss running down his throat and into his stomach and he was proud of himself, proud that he could please his master. For a moment, a moment of clarity returned and he wondered if this was the life he wanted but his horniness took over. Well done slut, your belly is now filled with your master's seed and your own chem piss. Soon you will be flying back like never before. Jack stuck his finger in the pouch of crystals and some grit stuck to it. He came up behind Brad and pushed his finger into the open pussy. Brad enjoyed the attention his pussy was getting and moaned in pleasure. He felt the burning sensation coming on and knew that soon he would be very hot get and would float back, that his pussy would scream to be filled and that he would let his true self come back out. Jack took him to the crotch and attached him to it. He took a piece of cloth, stuck it in Brad's mouth and tied him up. Brad was horny, horny because of the Tina that was going crazy in his body, horny because the chem piss was starting to do its job and horny because he was tied to a cross and because he knew he was going to be used, used by his master. The man who had taught him that he was a bottom slut, that he was not a real man but a boy who had a cunt to be filled a mouth to suck on a real man's cock. But Jack went out of the room and Brad stood there alone tied to the crotch. Brad was flying more and more into the clouds and his body and cunt were screaming for attention. The door was open and he heard Jack talking, who was with Jack and would he come and fuck him too. The idea that someone else was coming to use him excited him even more and he was breathing heavier and moaning loudly. Jack came back into the room along with 2 more naked men. Brad who was so high had the drool running out of his mouth and moaned. The first was heavily hairy and heavily built just like Jack and had a shorter but even thicker cock than Jack and had a fat PA ring . The was other was slightly muscular, pale, fully shaved and crawled on all fours and hung on to the chain that connected to his nipple rings via his harness and had a mask over his head. Jump on the bed puppy said the hairy man. Good dog said and he was wiggling his tail. In his ass was a butt plug with tail attached. Jack came and stood by Brad. This is Tom with his dog, and they will show how a real slut should behave. In his previous life Nick was a tough muscular wrestler, but he has discovered his true self and now goes through life as a dog. You have to pay attention slut, you will learn a lot from this. Brad felt the ground sink beneath him. Would he only get to watch another slut get the pleasure of being used. He needed attention himself, his hole needed filling and he wanted to scream for attention but Jack took hold of his nipples and twisted them hard. This time it's not about you slut. You have to know your place. Brad curled his toes in pain. He got another smack against his and was instructed by Jack to pay close attention. Jack stepped up to the dog and rubbed his head. What a good pup you are, he said. Yes said Tom, last week he had the fucking flu and now he has come to terms with his new status. It did take some time to get him clean and behaved, but now he knows his place. So this session is his last before he is castrated. He took hold of the balls and pulled. That's right, bitch, tomorrow your balls will come off and you'll get your slut stamp. From then on, you're just a den to be used and you can go to the kennel with the others to start making money. The dog wagged his tail. For you anything master, I don't need balls to serve you and I look forward to my biohazard tattoo Jack laughed and gave a few pats on the puppy's ass. That's the way we like to hear it puppy, I'm sure you will serve your master well. I'm in anticipation for mine to get his fuck flu, we made a first attempt yesterday but tomorrow he gets a blood slam to seal his fate. You will see there is still work to be done on his behavior and manners, but we have also only started his training. He is starting to break but there is still a long way to go before he can be released. Brad watched as the bitch got the attention and petting from his master. He felt shortchanged and he was shocked at himself for feeling jealousy. He wanted to sit there, he wanted to get petted on his head. The puppy had to get off the bed and was taken to the shower. A drinking bowl was put in front of him and he had to open his mouth. Tom and Jack took hold of their poles and began to piss and the pup had to try to catch everything. Everything he didn't get directly into his mouth dripped off his face into the drinking bowl and he would have to lick it out of the piss bowl afterwards if he wanted to drink. The puppy eagerly swallowed the piss given to him by his masters. When they were done the piss dripped off the puppy's snout and the drinking bowl was half full. You can do better than that said Tom and he kicked the balls of his puppy. The pup whimpered in pain. Enjoy the pain puppy because tomorrow they will come off. The sling was hung up and the dog had to lie in it and his arms and legs were secured. Jack went to the little table and took out a syringe and a bottle of saline. Brad watched what the men were doing and he hoped he would get some attention too if he made some noise. He groaned and wanted to get attention by yelling. Tom stepped up to Brad and pulled hard on his balls. Brad screamed in pain. Your master has a lot of work to do with you, you need to know your place bitch. You need to learn that real men choose who they play with and who has to watch. You don't deserve to play with you your behavior leaves a lot to be desired. This is not about what you want but what we want. Behave or else you will get nothing. Brad who was baring the pain nodded and understood that he had nothing to want here. Tom stepped up to his puppy and took the syringe in his hands. This is the last night you will have your balls, we will take advantage of that. Tom filled the syringe with saline and he inserted the needle into his dog's scrotum and emptied the syringe. The sac filled with saline and Tom repeated this several more times. With each syringe he emptied, the sac began to fill more and more and it began to stretch and come up hard. After the last syringe he was untied and had to go back on all fours. His balls were filled with the saline and hung down heavily. His scrotum colored a dark red because it was straining his skin so much. Tom and Jack looked proudly at the bullocks they had made. Jack took hold of the padded scrotum and pulled lightly on it. The puppy moaned lightly. What are you going to do with it tomorrow Jack asked, are you just going to take out the balls or are you going to remove the sack as well. We haven't decided yet, Tom said, we are asking for both. But I think his sack will be removed as well we have a few left who don't have a scrotum. One thing is for sure after tonight he won't have a hard-on anymore and his testosterone will be low making him a willing object. Tom laughed loudly and Jack grinned and the puppy sat proudly wagging his tail. Brad who was watching jealously but intently saw that the puppy was doing what was asked of him and that he did not speak without being told to do so. The puppy had to crawl around the room and every time he took a step his stuffed balls hit his legs. The heavy stuffed sack gave him a painful but at the same time blissful feeling. This would be the last time he could proudly have his stuffed sack used before his transformation was complete and he was ready for his new life. He was placed on a table so they could get a good look at him. Jack took a wooden board and slapped the puppy's butt. He growled, Tom took some clamps and placed them on the stuffed bag. Now the puppy whimpered in pain. Stop whining called Tom. The puppy barked for the first time and let its tongue hang out of its mouth. Jack quietly continued to beat the dog's butt until it looked nice and red. Tom took a whip and struck the balls of the puppy who now began to whimper again. One by one he took off the clamps and every time a clamp flew off the pup howled. Brad who was still flying and longing for some attention watched with wide eyes how the pup was used by the two masters. From his flaccid cock dripped his pre-cum. He remained silent and he hoped that his good behavior would make the masters notice and that he would soon get a reward for it. He got a few more punches in his balls and when they had let him suffer enough Tom said to his puppy and the puppy barked loudly a few times. It's time for your slam said Tom and the puppy had to lie back in the sling. The plug was removed from his butt. He has been trained that when the plug is out of his pussy he is not a dog for a while said Tom. Jack looked at him approvingly. You have trained him well. From now on you have to call him cunt said Tom he doesn't respond to anything else, isn't cunt. Yes sir said cunt. Brad watched as cunt would get a slam. He himself was in need of a fresh load of Tina too. He felt the previous load starting to wear off, what he did not regret was that his cock was starting to get stiff. As much as he wanted to be used, it turned him on to see the boy lying there. Now he knew for sure, he had changed. He couldn't go back to his former life, he would forever be a slut. The fact that all he could think about was a cock and be used was proof that his true self had come out and that he had actually always been a cock sucking whore. Jack took hold of a point and a strap he tied off the upper arm and looked for a good vein. After he found it cunt felt a small prick. Ready to fly cunt said Tom. Yes sir I am ready to fly and to give my cunt completely to you. Rape me sir, break my cunt in two. I hope you will be satisfied with my cunt and I will do my best to please you. Good cunt we will see if you have earned our seed later. Jack saw a register and then pushed the plunger of the point which was filled with 0.7. Pussy coughed firmly several times and then he started loudly Yeah fuck fuck fuck rape me wide my ass. Fill me with your DNA give me your virus, I need it so bad. Brad's pole was mega hard, his chems were almost finished and he was jealous of pussy who had just gotten a solid slam and was lying there enjoying it. But what was he crying out from DNA and virus. Even though he was starting to get sober his thoughts were still fairly cloudy. He became jealous as he watched Jack move his cock towards the mouth of pussy and it began to suck him like a man possessed. He saw how Jack was enjoying himself. Jack looked at Brad and saw that he was jealous and couldn't stand to see another slut enjoying his master. Jack enjoyed seeing Brad jealous. Jack called out to Brad, this is how you should suck slut look closely then you can try to do it just as well. Tom came and stood next to Brad and pulled on his stiff cock for a moment. I see you are well horny. Brad enjoyed the moment's attention and gave a loud moan. Soon Jack and I are going to fuck pussy good because he has been such a good dog. You see slut, if you are good and do what you are asked then you will be rewarded. You don't deserve to be pampered with our cocks yet. Brad wanted to speak but because there was a piece of cloth in his mouth he couldn't. He wanted to beg to be used and wanted to ask what he had to do to be a good slut. Tom only heard some mumbling and pulled Brad's hair. You haven't figured it out yet, slut. You can only speak when you are asked to speak. Brad understood and nodded. From now on, he would only speak when he was asked to. He wanted to enjoy himself and not have to watch from a distance how someone else got pleasure. But now he had to watch and that made him very sad and he began to feel ashamed that he had not done his best. He was sure that from now on he would do his utmost best. to please his master, and that he would become proud of him. Brad realized that his last bit of resistance had been broken and there was no going back, he had become a slut and he would do anything to become the best slut for his master. Pussy who was still sucking Jack on his cock was moaning loudly. Tom came up behind him and stuck 4 fingers covered with shards of Tina into his hole. Cunt felt his hole getting hot and stopped sucking moaned with pleasure and thanked his master and asked to be fisted. Tom nodded in the affirmative but pulled at the saline filled balls of pussy, knowing your place pussy. You know you can only speak when you are asked to. But you will get that fist and Tom pushed his thumb in and formed a fist and in one motion he pushed his fist in. Brad watched his eyes widen as Tom's arm disappeared into the hole of pussy and he began to fantasize that it was happening to him and he began to rub his ass against the crotch and let out moaning sounds. Jack looked at Tom, your slut thinks it is exactly horny Jack said Tom. Exactly said Jack, I think he will be very willing already tomorrow. Both laughed loudly and Tom proceeded to fist Kut's hole. Tom removed his fist the hole of pussy and saw a nice rosebud come out. Jack looked at it and patted Tom on the back. Tom looked at Jack and nodded at each other, time to fuck him properly. Pussy was untied and had to take a seat on the bed. Jack got on the bed and pussy who was flying high came and sat on Jack's stiff cock and started to ride him. Jack slapped Cunt's ass firmly and she moaned with pleasure. Brad watched this happen and he felt the tears well up. He felt humiliated, cheated and shortchanged. He had never experienced these feelings for a woman let alone a man. He began to realize that he had feelings, but this time it was not for a woman but for a man. Brad realized that he would do anything to like being seen by his master and forgave his grief and tried to hold back the tears. Even though it hurt Brad to see his master enjoying himself he still thought, let him enjoy himself my master deserves to enjoy himself and I should be happy when my master is happy. Tom also got on the bed and pushed pussy against Jack's chest, that way hollow came up more and he could push his cock into pussy's hole too. Pussy felt Tom's cock join it and moaned with pleasure. Fuck yeah he exclaimed. Tom pulled at pussy's hair and began to thrust violently. Cunt moaned loudly and after a few minutes both Tom and Jack felt they were going to squirt. Tom pulled his cock out of Kut's hole and pushed it into his mouth as fast as he could. Cunt sucked for a moment more and felt his masters juice flow into his mouth. Jack groaned for a moment and cried out here comes my DNA cunt , from now on my babies are in your blood and with a few last firm thrusts he too squirted his seed. Cunt fell down exhausted on Jack's chest and removed his limp cock from Cunt's gaping hole. Tom took back the plug with the tail and pushed it into the gaping hole. It wasn't far off that the plug fell out. That's how wide the hole of Pussy was made. Tom took the mask of pussy put it back on and he had to sit back down on the floor on all fours. Tom looked at his dog and said what do you say dog. The dog barked wagging his tail and started licking Jack's feet. Good dog said Tom. Come on let's go, tomorrow is your big day. Tom took the chains back attached to his puppy's nipples and left. Jack came and stood next to Brad and untied him. He had to get down on his knees and lick his master's cock clean. Finally Brad thought, finally I get to suck a cock again. But the pleasure was of short duration. As soon as Brad had licked his master's cock clean he made Brad stop and he had to lie down on the bed. I hope you learned something from this slut. I forbid you to play with yourself and take Tina later. It's ready for tomorrow, but if I see you've been playing with yourself or taking anything at all. Then you won't get off easy. The door closed and the lights dimmed. Brad was alone again, in need of attention. He was horny wanted him to be played with and his thoughts, feelings were completely in knots. The chems had worn off and he was crashing. What was he to do so his master would like him.

Thank you all for reading the introduction so far. Your encouragement is greatly appreciated, and I hope this is a story that you follow! This next chapter features some more exposition before getting into the sex, but I hope you find it worthwhile. I'm planning on posting once or twice a week for a few months to tell this story – your reactions, ideas, notes, and critiques are welcome! Chapter One: My First Date The concert couldn’t come fast enough. I practically lived in the recital hall between rehearsals with the orchestra and personal practice I was doing, I felt I could do little but eat, sleep, and breathe music. I won’t bore you with a long description of a long concert, but at the end I felt flushed with pride in our performance and emotionally and physically exhausted. We stood to take our bow and received rapturous applause. I thought I could just make out Blake’s face in the back of the balcony, but the glare of the stage lights made me unsure. After climbing down from the organ loft and running through the dressing room to grab my coat and bags, I walked out to the lobby where I saw Blake’s back through the crowd. I swear the man was wearing a Tom Ford suit, it looked so perfectly crafted for him. He was scanning the crowd looking for me, and when he turned I saw his eyes light up, then I saw the flowers he was holding in his hand. I felt myself trotting over to him and blushing as he presented me the bouquet of roses and lilies. “I got these for you,” he said, putting his arm around my back. I blushed deeply and blurted out, “you know, lilies represent death.” What the actual fuck. I am such an unfortunate nerd. I felt Blake’s back stiffen next to me. I hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, I love the flowers. I’m just not very coherent after a concert.” He still looked like he felt some shame, so I leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “honestly, I’m making a total ass of myself. I only have two talents: music and being able to say the exact wrong thing in any situation.” I could feel his cheeks move into a grin as I took a long, soft inhale through my nose. God this boy is perfect. “You must be hungry,” he said grabbing my wrist like he did the night we met. “We should find some food.” I knew that a lot of the orchestra members were going to a catered dinner that night at a nearby ballroom, but I wanted something more intimate. “How do you feel about breakfast for supper?” “Sounds good to me,” Blake said, “lead on.” I pulled him through the crowd and down to my car. “Hop in. We can pick up your car later tonight.” He got into my beat up Camry and buckled his seat belt. We drove out to an old greasy spoon diner a couple of miles from the concert hall. It was awkward between us — he clearly didn’t want to mess anything up. Walking into the diner, there was just one man nursing his cup of coffee in the corner with a waitress and cook behind the bar. Soft country music played from a juke box in the corner and the place smelled of bacon, waffles, and grease; the smells only pleasant in a diner. We grabbed a booth and ordered. I couldn’t even tell you what I ate that night, all I know is that my exhaustion melted away. Blake’s eyes sparkled at me the whole time, we made easy conversation and smiled at each other — I couldn’t help it. We had finished our meal a half hour previously and I didn’t even realize that we had begun to rub our feet and ankles together under the table. At one point I bolted upright and exclaimed, “sorry, I have to run to the bathroom really quickly, I will be right back.” (Drinking four glasses of water will do that to a man.) When I came back to the table, Blake was gathering my coat and scarf. “I’ve taken care of the check, shall we head out?” What a fucking gentleman. I’ll admit, I was totally smitten. The car ride back to the recital hall was almost silent. Energy crackled between us, keeping the hair on the back of my neck sticking straight up. We got to his car when he turned to me and asked, “do you have a key to get into the hall after hours?” I fished around in my wallet and pulled out a pass card. “Sure, did you leave something behind?” “No, I’d just love for you to show me the organ.” “Well, if you wanted to see my organ all you needed to do was ask,” I laughed. He blushed that time and I popped open the car door. “Come on! I’d be happy to show you!” We scampered inside the hall and I brought him through the dressing room hallway into the auditorium. The organ loft has a great view of the stage below and the audience seats. I was just turning the organ on when I felt him right behind me, bumping into my butt. Turning around, his entire body was so close I could have licked his shirt. I stared him straight in the eye and leaned in. Kissing Blake was like nothing else I had ever experienced. It was like hot and cold at the same time, like the air was gone from the room and the only thing that would save me was the connection of our tongues in each other’s mouths. I felt his hand come up and rub my head through my hair. I could barely stand, my entire body committing to being a part of him. We broke apart to breathe for a moment. The gentle twinkle was gone from his eyes and all I saw was an intense hunger. “Look at me,” Blake said in a commanding whisper. As I was staring into his eyes, I felt his hand cup the front of my pants and run between my legs. I moaned gently and bit my lip. This just made him move against me more. I could feel the definition of his abs and pecs through our suits. I reached up a hand and grabbed for a button. Miracle of miracles, he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. I made quick work ripping his shirt open and feeling his abs. The way they moved under his skin as he breathed, still rubbing my crotch and taint through my clothes. A thin film of sweat was lubricating my hand as I explored his chest. I broke eye contact to give his neck a little lick, up to his jaw bone. Now was his turn to moan, and I could feel the vibrations travel through my tongue. How had I gone from never kissing a boy to having this hot foreplay? He removed his hand from my crotch and grabbed my face. Looking straight into my eyes he asked, “do you want this?” I moaned an affirmative response. “If you want this, you need to know that it will change your life forever. Are you sure?” In my defense, I was a total newbie at this whole physical experience thing, but I couldn’t think of any reason to say no. Least of all did I want him to know this would be my first fuck. “Just take me.” And take me he did. In what seemed like one motion he whipped off my jacket, opened my shirt, and undid my belt. He began to kiss me deeply as he opened the fly to my pants, reaching into the damp warmth of my crotch to pull at my Calvin Klein briefs. My brain was fogged with lust and I just moaned into his throat. Blake wasn’t long on ceremony, though, as he was soon inhaling deeply from my underwear and giving me playful nibbles along the waist band. I kept running my fingers through his hair until he suddenly yanked my underwear down. My cock smacked my abs and instantly started drooling precum. I’m not particularly gifted in the cock department, but I have a respectable 7” dick with a slight upward curve at the end. My foreskin is intact but largely peeled back in my excitement. I keep my pubes trimmed and out of the way and don’t have any other body hair to speak of. I’m definitely the archetype twink. Blake growled and attacked my dick with his mouth. My eyes rolled and my head lolled back as I could barely contain the sensations I was feeling. I was leaned back against the side of the organ case, with a gorgeous man diligently sucking my dick, while I could barely breathe. Blake suddenly stopped and looked up. He looked like an animal — hair and eyes wild with lust, his shirt half off his back, and an obscenely large bulge occupying the front of his suit pants. “Turn around.” The command came as a bit of a surprise, and I turned my back to him. He slowly spread my cheeks and massaged my ass. I could hear him mumbling something behind me, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. I suddenly gasped as his tongue started at my taint and swiped over my hole. “Oh my god that felt fucking good!” Blake seemed to purr with delight. He continued to push into my ass with his tongue. Every moment of this night was better than the last. Just a few hours ago I was standing right here taking a bow after a performance. “Are you ready?” Blake’s question woke me out of my bliss. “Take me over, Blake.” I half moaned, half cried. Before I could take a breath, his cock head pierced my hole for the first time. My body immediately reacted to the foreign intrusion. I convulsed as my hole tried to close around the cock head probing my hole. Blake roughly grabbed my shoulder for leverage and with a growl rammed in again. I felt tears start rolling down my face as my body began to give in to the assault. I was in so much pain and was so happy. Blake kept hammering into my hole and I felt the tip of his cock getting deeper and deeper. How big was he? I still hadn’t felt his pubes brush my (until now) virgin ass. Blake began to pull out with longer strokes and shove his cock in until he broke through a second spot of resistance and slid home. I was gurgling incoherently as his dick filled me with so many feelings. I felt full, like I had to pee, like I was being split in two, like my body didn’t know what to do with itself — and I loved it! The pain slowly ebbed and the glories of a dick pushing past the prostate in long, deep strokes took over. I was sweating, panting, totally consumed by the feelings Blake was giving me. He kept muttering to himself and dicking me down. My body convulsed and I looked down to see that I had sprayed the side of the organ with my own cum. Fuck! I didn’t even touch my dick! The convulsion seemed to stir the beast pounding my hole because he started to seriously hammer my hole. I cried out in surprise and his hand left my shoulder and closed around my throat. I could feel Blake shift his weight behind me and lean up to my ear, “Paul, you fucking gorgeous man. You will live with this night for the rest of your life. You gave yourself to me, and now I am going to give myself to you. You WILL be mine.” I was struggling to breathe and began to slip out of consciousness. The last things I heard before the darkness of unconsciousness gripped me was Blake moaning, “take my seed, I am a part of you forever,” as somewhere deep inside my core I could feel a dick pulsing inside me. When I finally came to, I was sprawled out in the organ loft of the performance hall, my clothes wrinkled and discarded in every direction, my underwear around my ankles still in my shoes. I thought to myself, “well, I guess you found out that you are the kind of guy who gets fucked on the first date.” I chuckled as I tried to sit up. My ass was on fire. I reached down and felt around my hole. I massaged my hole trying to cool it down. When I brought my hand back up to my face, I saw that it was covered in dark pink juices. Feeling uncontrollably horny, I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted the sweet mixture of Blake and myself mixed together. The true essence of a man. His musk, his spunk, his most intimate gift. I was flying. My first date, my first kiss, and my first fuck all in one night, after the triumph of an amazing concert. The concert. Fuck! I quickly collected my clothes and tried to brush out the wrinkles. Dashing to the bathroom, I picked up some paper towels and went back to wipe the cum off the organ. Jesus, there was so much cum. Trying not to look like I just woke up after passing out during a fuck, I collected what little dignity I had left and walked back to my car. It was only when I was hanging my clothes up to take to the dry cleaners (who knew how difficult it was to get ass juice out of a wool suit) when I noticed a neatly folded piece of paper in my inside jacket pocket. I pulled it out and unfolded the note Blake must have slipped in my jacket as he left. The note was beautifully written in an old-fashioned cursive: ‘Paul, thank you for an amazing night. I hope you weren’t scared or permanently hurt. I have never felt so sure that something was right as when I was inside of you. If you could, please call me so we can talk this week. Hope to see you soon. - Blake’ I fell into bed, still reeking of sex, still feeling like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. A beautiful man wanted me. A beautiful man took me. And now, this beautiful man wants to see me again. I’d wash the sheets and take a long shower tomorrow, but for tonight I fell asleep gently massaging my tender ass and moaning his name. “Blake, I’m cumming for you.”

Chapter 5 I waited until the kid was gone for about 10 minutes and got in my car and drove over. In my bag was a few items including a hood for me. I didn’t want the kid seeing me until he was spun out. If I had my way he would end up in the basement tied in a sling When I drove in I saw the Kid walking into the place. I parked next to the Kids car . I looked in and saw the empty water bottle. My plans were working so far. I walked in and the guy at the door recognized me and smiled and said the Kid really looks young but his ID checked out. I had sent him a link to the Video site and gave him the permissions to view the contents. He said “ I was looking at those Vids you really converted that kid in record time”. I told him “ It was easy since the kid got to reading real and fiction stories on BZ and wanted to experience some of them”. He said that the 2 other guys working tonight saw them and wanted to see if the kid would let them fuck him. I told him “ The Kid will be so fucked up that he will take anything up his ass” . He said great because ‘ Horse ‘ checked in earlier and is looking for a hole to break. I was a bit concerned because I have seen ‘ Horse ‘ fuck a guy. He is a Freak of nature. His cock hangs down to his mid-thigh or more and is thicker than a beer can. I heard that he was straight at one time but no woman would let his cock near them for fear of permanent damage. I told the guy “ Let Horse know that fresh young meat will be down in the basement soon enough “. I went inside thru the office door and stook off my joggers and put on my hood and went to my room. I put my bag in the locker in the room and could hear the Kid ruffling around in his room. I went back out the blackboard and put up a notice, “ Young Fresh Meat Needs Plowed , Rm 129 “. Usually the staff would erase these at the top of every hour but they knew about this one and would not erase it until we left. When I came back to my room the Kid had his door open and there was already a guy finger and eating the Kids Hole. The Kid was moaning and saying how great that felt. While I was standing there a guy came up and stared watching. The next thing I knew he slipped a finger between my cheeks and stared rubbing my hole. I am never one to turn down some action up my ass either. The guy got behind me spread my cheeks and stared eating my ass. I must say, it felt great. I looked back at the kid and saw that the guy had pulled the kids cock back and was sucking it while fingering the kid. From the angle of his 2 fingers I guessed he was massaging the Kids prostate at the same time. Between the T, G and what the guy was doing the Kid was really squirming around. I had hoped that the guy wouldn’t bring the Kid off to soon. I also knew that even if the Kid shot he wouldn’t want to stop. The guy stopped, stood up and dropped his towel. He had an average cock sticking straight out. I could have sworn that I saw it dripping precum. The guy put the head into the Kids hole and stared pushing in. The only lube was the guys spit. The Kid groaned and said “ I really need this, please do me “. With that the guy grabbed the kids hips and pulled him back. His cock bent a little but suddenly popped in. The kid gave out a loud grunt with the first Violation of the night. The guy must have been close because he only lasted a few minutes. After he pulled out I motioned to the guy behind me to take the kid if he wanted to, This guy also had an average cock and proceeded to plow the kid ass. This guy didn’t last long either and when I noticed a ring on his finger I knew he was there to get his rocks off and go home. I wondered if the guy gave any though to going up a hole that was probably POZ and maybe had other. He pulled out and another guy stepped up to enjoy the Kid. He had a smaller cock and looked dirty, almost like a home less guy. He pumped for a few minutes. The Kid was saying “ Deeper, Deeper, Rape my ass” . With the kid talking like that he was going to really get it tonight. The guy shot pretty quick and left.

Chapter 4 I bent him over and put some lube up his ass and then slowly pushed my cock in him. He was huming saying that the lube was nice and getting his ass warm but my ok felt great. He pushed back but I would not let him have any more than half, I wanted him ready for the night of debauchery that about to fall on him. I pulled out and gave his bare butt a couple swats and told him to get dressed and head over. It would be way after 8 when he got there. I told him it would be a little early but you would be able to get a room. I also told him that the rooms on the first floor are cool to roam in. there are= some glory holes and dark areas. I told him he might want to avoid the basement area , that is where it really nets nasty and wild., He asked like what and I said all the degenerates and molesters are hanging out. If you go down there I promise you will get everything in your wildest imagine and probably a lot more. I have known guys that went there and couldn’t walk right after. His eyes lit up when I said that. I told him that I had work to do and I might not be able to get over until late. He said OK. What he didn’t know is that I was going to follow him in and get a room next to his. I already talked to one of the guys working the door and told him about the kid. He was disappointed he couldn’t come to the party a couple weeks ago we had for him. He said he would take care of him. I asked him to get a room at the end of the hallways and hold the room next to him for me. He said “ that would be fine and when he takes a break maybe he could stuff his cock up the cunt of the newest ChemFag ”. I sent him a pic of the kid so he would recognize him. I told him to check his ID like normal, but he is shaved and when he walks around the place everyone will think he is a teenager piece of meat. The Kid left and went on his way to the sleazy bath. If he drank all the water like I told him by the time he got into the room the G would be kicking in. If he did what I told him to do and gave himself the booty bump and waited 15 minutes, he would be high and ready for anything. I waited until the kid was gone for about 10 minutes and got in my car and drove over. In my bag was a few items including a hood for me. I didn’t want the kid seeing me until he was spun out. If I had my way he would end up in the basement tied in a sling

My opinion, as a POZ bottom : 1. Reduced pleasure. Part of the pleasure is to make sure the top will unload his cum in me. 2. Eliminates intimacy/commitment. The need and time to enter in me come naturally, the top must not be stopped in his desire. 3. Extremely bad for the environment especially marine life. As all plastic bags. 4. The hottest porn stars don't use them. Not concerned 5. They aren't compatible with all lubes. See 6. 6. Pre-cum is a natural lubricant that gets blocked with condoms. Without condom, we are always ready to fuck or get fuked. Nothing to do with a statement like "omfg, I forgot the lube, I can't fuck you !" 7. Using condoms is not sex. It is like a cake : you won't eat it wrapped ! 8. Bad for your hole. Friction, tears. No experience. Except cruel condoms maybe. 9. The taste, smell and look. See 7. 10. They don't stop all STDs. Anyway, I don't accept anything that would prevent me from collecting HIV from a top.

Brian Bonds is particularly friendly. I met him only once or twice at conventions - usually IML - and it was no more than a passing acquaintance. Then he had a layover in Seattle in October 2020, and asked for a night to "just chill" on Twitter. One other guy (who I never met) and I answered his request, and I got together with him. We had talked about filming on a few occasions, and it looked like it might happen THIS time, so I spent nearly an hour getting cleaned out and ready for him. But he was dog tired when I got there. A full week on Fire Island, I think, and had little energy for the hassle of making a video. When I told him how much time I spent cleaning out, he must have felt guilty because the next thing I know, his tongue in my mouth and he's undoing my pants! He bent me over the bed, squeezed out some hotel lotion (terrible lube), and fucked me with what little stamina he had left. Then we spent the rest of the night talking and hanging out until he nearly fell asleep mid-sentence. I let him rest, and that was that. I'm more of a colleague, but it was nice to see someone I respected outside of a convention for a change.

"Fuck Yeah! Hold that pose." He said, then grabbed his phone and took a few pictures. "I'm sending these to my buds," he said as he tapped away on his phone. Then turned to me, as I lay there with my hole beginning to leak his cum. I finally looked down at his dick and I couldn't believe that huge log had been inside me. It was thicker than a beer can and I'm pretty sure that the 9 inches were an underestimation. The head was huge, angry, and red, with a pearl of bright white cum hanging from the piss slit. My eyes widened and he laughed. "Yeah, it's tough for me to find bottoms that can or even want to take me sometimes, it's why I prefer the anonymous scene ha ha." "Holy shit! I'm glad I'm stoned and buzzed because otherwise there's no way I'd have taken you." I said. "Then I'm going to take advantage." He said; scooting forward and slapping that huge cockhead on my hole. "Look into my eyes," he said and I looked up at him. I found his smile comforting and he continued, "You already took it, that ass is already mine. But you set up tonight for a reason, you don't just want to get fucked. You NEED to get fucked. And you NEED to get pozzed so that's what I'm here to give you. Now take a deep sniff of poppers, hold your breath, and let it out when I tell you." I looked into his eyes, took a deep sniff in each nostril, and held my breath. After about 5 seconds, he said, "Let it out." I began to exhale when he slammed his whole length into me. I'm pretty sure he must have torn me up a little but the poppers helped and I felt instantly full but also so euphoric that I moaned out loud. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me. I noticed that his pecs were pierced with small barbells and I began to nibble on his right nipple. "Oh fuck, baby. That's my kryptonite!" He said chuckling. Meanwhile, I could feel him begin to piston in and out. His thick shaft feeling like it was dragging my guts out on his out strokes but massaging my insides and pounding into my prostate on the in strokes. I squeezed my ass muscles, this time deliberately milking his dick. Knowing that I was no longer the nervous negative cuck that I was before he walked in the door. Now, I was a potential positive cumdump, finally taking that step that I'd feared for years. Realizing now that I had nothing to fear all along except this! Me, on my back with a handsome stranger smiling as he plowed away at my ass while his precious cum changed my DNA to match his! "Please cum inside me again." I said out loud. "I want your cum inside me. I want your babies in me. Please." I pleaded. "Oh fuck, you're still so fucking tight. I'm getting close again. Chew on my nipples baby, bite those fuckers!" I chewed and bit his nipple, using my tongue and front teeth to twist the barbell back and forth. He started huffing, puffing, and sucking his breath in hard through his teeth. "Ahhh, yeah, baby. Fuck, I'm getting close. Your ass is working hard for my load. But I want you to look into my eyes again and ask for it." "Yes please. Give me your load, your poz cum. Shoot it inside me and poz me please." I begged as I looked into his eyes and tweaked his nipples with my fingers. He got this intense look in his eyes and roared as his dick began to spasm and contract and I felt that tell tale warmth deep inside me that let me know he was breeding me again. "Fuuuuuuuck yeah! Pozzing your hot hole!" He said, as he collapsed on top of me. Soon after, he raised himself on his arms and said. "I want your number, I'm going to keep fucking you and I'm gonna make sure your ass is always full of cum." He pulled out of me, grabbed his phone and said, "Well, looks like your ass has about 30 minutes to rest. I see you got some weed, let's smoke. I have a feeling you're gonna need to be relaxed ha ha." It sounded playfully ominous but that's kind of what his appeal was to me; this intense manner of friendliness and control at the same time. Plus he was a stud, about 6'1", 185 lbs of muscle, and a handsome face with a thick hole wrecker that I was beginning to get addicted to. We stepped out to the balcony, smoked a joint while we waited for his friends and got to know each other a little better. "I'm horny all the time," He told me, "And jacking off doesn't cut it anymore. I need to fuck and breed, and I'm looking for a regular cumdump if you're interested. Besides, you got a one in fifty chance that you got pozzed tonight so I'm gonna keep breeding you til it takes." "Really? One in fifty?" I asked, suddenly feeling disappointed. "That's what they say, but that just means we gotta get at least fifty loads in you" he said with a wicked grin as he grabbed my ass and stuck his middle finger in me. He started digging at my insides and it kind of stung a little. He pulled out his finger, now covered in a pinkish layer of cum and winked at me. "Just tipping the odds in your favor." He said with a smile as his phone beeped.

From an early age Raymond had a feeling he would be alone for most of his life. It wasn’t a feeling of sadness or despair, but rather a feeling of certainty; not lonely, just alone. As Raymond grew from a child to adolescence and into adulthood, the feeling remained. Though heavily involved in high school activities and having numerous friends, he was often bored and detached. He was smart enough to probably get into any university of his choice, but that intellect came with a realization that he could work just enough to get by without having to worry about the stress of getting perfect grades. He was a solid B- student and he didn’t mind at all. Raymond, now 21 years old and a junior in college, had fully embraced his status as a B- student. He rarely skipped class because he knew if he did, he would have to do extra work to catch up. He paid attention during lecture because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t have to study as hard when it was time for exams. He optimized his laziness in order to enjoy his free time which was mostly occupied with horror movies, books and smoking pot. Not that he had much going on in his life. He had made numerous friends while at university and would venture out once in a blue moon to be social enough, but he found that crowds weren’t his thing. Often, he found himself shuttered in his one-bedroom apartment after a night of clubs and bars just to recharge his social battery. By and large, Raymond was an introvert who preferred his own company to anyone else’s. On this particular day, Raymond sat in the café near his apartment at a table closest to the front window. He positioned himself so his back faced anyone sitting in the café while he read his book and sipped his afternoon iced red eye with vanilla. He sat like this in order to avoid eye contact with anyone who he might know. If anyone accused him of not being friendly, he could simply say, “Oh sorry man, I guess I didn’t see you.” As he made his way through his book, he felt someone to his right. He ignored whoever it was and continued reading on. The presence moved closer from his periphery and almost into his eyeline, but Raymond continued to read, ignoring the intrusion, hoping his silence would drive them away. The stranger waved his hand in front of Raymond to get his attention. Raymond gave a deep, heavy sigh, rolled his eyes, looked up with annoyance, “Yes?” “I asked if I you were using this chair? Me and...” “No. Go ahead and take it,” Raymond said, not really registering the other person he was in conversation with, other than he was a male with a red shirt and black hair and went back to his book. “Oh...okay,” Red Shirt said and carefully grabbed the chair and took it back to wherever he was sitting. “Fuck,” Raymond said to himself. This was a familiar scenario he often found himself in. Raymond valued his alone time so much that he tended to be short with anyone who he perceived to encroach upon it. Generally, he wasn’t unfriendly, he just kept his social circle extremely small and would get caught up in his own thoughts that he was perceived as standoffish and rude. Over the last year he had made it a point to be more obviously friendly, though he failed more times than not. Again, he gave a deep sigh, closed his book, rose from his chair and turned to find Red Shirt, still not quite sure what he looked like. Luckily, despite the café being somewhat busy, he spotted a red shirt just a few tables away and walked over. “Hey man, sorry if I was rude just now. I was just caught up in my book.” Red Shirt slightly smiled. “No worries. Must be a good book.” “Sorta. It’s kinda weird. House of Leaves...ever read it?” “House of Leaves...can’t say that I have.” “Okay then. Well, I just wanted to apologize and let you know that I’m not a dick.” Raymond waited a beat before turning and making his way back to his seat. As he sat, he began to replay the last minute in his mind. Despite his best efforts to be apologetic and friendly, he realized that he may have come off as awkward and weird, especially considering he walked away rather abruptly. Social interactions were always a weak point for Raymond. He considered going back to explain that he wasn’t actually an awkward weirdo. He turned and saw Red Shirt and his friends already back into their rhythm of conversation and decided against it. Raymond returned to his book and after 20 minutes of reading the same page he decided it was time to leave. He gathered his things, left a tip on the table, and walked out the door without bothering to look back. He stepped out the front door and felt immensely better just being outside. He took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled. He turned right and began walking down the block while fumbling with his headphones. “Hey weirdo!” He stopped dead in his tracks. Without looking he knew it was Red Shirt. Despite their short conversation, had a distinctively low voice. He considered ignoring it, but his curiosity won out. He turned and Red Shirt had already made up the distance and was about 8 feet from him. Red Shirt was smiling, put on his sunglasses and extended a hand to Raymond. “Now it’s my turn to apologize. I’m not some creep following you...well, I am sorta following you, but I just wanted to see what’s up. It’s Raymond, right?” “Yeah...how do you know my name?” “Dude. We had class together last semester.” “Oh shit. I sit at the front, so I don’t really know anyone who sits behind me.” This was true. Since his freshman year, Raymond had sat as close to the front of class as possible to 1) Avoid distractions from students who sat in front of him and 2) Avoid his classmates in general. “What class?” he continued. “Public Policy Communication.” Raymond flitted through his memories and landed on a name. “Nelson!” Nelson smiled and slightly tilted his head. Now that Raymond put the pieces together and assessed that Nelson was someone he could speak to, he took him all in so he would recognize him next time he saw him in a social setting. Standing just a bit shorter than Raymond, Nelson appeared to be just under 6” and maybe about 200 pounds. He was thick, but not fat. ‘Corn fed’ was the phrase that first popped into Raymond’s head. His jet-black hair was a match to his dark eyes. All in all, he was a general looking white dude that didn’t stand out all that much to Raymond. “And Bingo was his name-o.” Raymond was uncharacteristically caught off guard by quip and snort-laughed before catching himself. “Sorry.” “For?” “Nothing...I mean...I’m just awkward sometimes...” “No shit.” Raymond didn’t know how to respond and just stared at Nelson, hoping he would either carry on the conversation or walk away. Nelson, staring right back and Raymond, crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head just a bit and narrowed his eyes and waited a few seconds before asking, “You feel like getting stoned, weirdo?” If ever there was a way to get Raymond’s full attention it was through marijuana. “Sure,” he shrugged. “I’m just a few blocks in the other direction. Let’s go, weirdo.”

I love a guy’s sweaty feet. Mine sweat a lot too

Yes!! To me, gay guys have the potential for being the most open minded and accepting of people because many of us know first hand what it means to be subjected to the closed minded, rejecting, ethnocentric "norm." i think many us who sink into, narrow, closed minded conformity to the "norm," do so in an attempt at a semblance of acceptance, but that is just an illusion, and delusion, i think. i believe ultimately it is worse for us to reject our self than it is to suffer the rejection of normative culture. i wonder if You realize that You penetrated and bred me with that comment? Thank You for giving me Your sweet 'load' hntnhole.

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