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10. The next day was a late start at work, so after Mike dragged himself out of my bed and went to work himself I lay in bed for a few long minutes. My hole felt tender, and there was dried precum on the end of my caged. I got up and took a quick shower, feeling how puffy and well used my hole felt to the touch. I was still horny. I was more horny. The cage was clearly working. I groaned, there was no way I could be as distracted at work as I had been the day before. I had mountains to get done that afternoon. I stretched and gathered my work clothes and gym stuff into my duffle bag. I threw on some jeans and a shirt, and headed to the gym hoping a work out might burn off some of my energy. At the gym I swiped in, and made my way to the locker room. I went over to a bank of lockers I usually used, and opened my bag. It was then that I realized I hadn’t thought about something. The shorts I usually wore at the gym were small with built in underwear and didn’t leave much to the imagination. There was no hiding my cage through the thing fabric. I was unsure what to do for a minute and then thought about Mike parading around the apartment, and changed into the shorts. I started a normal circuit, treadmill, some bench press, curls. All the while I found my concentration drifting. I was checking out every man who came near. I lived in a pretty queer area of town, so there were lots of gay guys around, but it wasn’t usually a gym for cruising. Today though I felt like the sexual energy in the gym was quadrupled, but maybe that was actually just me. I finished my work-out and felt no less horny. It hadn’t helped. If anything, I was even hornier than before. The smell of sweat in the locker room made my cock twitch in its cage as I walked back to my locker to get my shower things. Rounding the locker banks, I noticed there was someone standing just a couple lockers away from mine. I felt suddenly bashful knowing he would almost certainly see my cage as I stripped off for the shower. There was really nothing for it though if I didn’t want to go to work wreaking from the gym. Up close I realized the guy was hot, a tall blonde, with big broad shoulders, a heavy five o’clock shadow. He pulled off his sweaty work out shirt revealing thick sweat matted chest hair covering his round pecs. One nipple had a silver bar through it, and he had a small equal sign tattooed on his ribs under his arm: a gay. He smiled at me as I unlocked my locker. “Good work out,” he asked. “Yeah. You?” “I worked up a pretty good sweat.” He stretched his arms above his head, and the thick sent of sweaty man wafted from his exposed hairy pits. My cock twitched. I smiled and pulled my duffle out to get my shower things. I tugged my own shirt off, just as he pushed his shorts to the ground revealing a white Bike jock. His ass was covered in thick blonde hair, and the pouch of his jock looked heavy even just at rest. Fuck, I wanted him inside me. He pulled out a towel, shower shoes, and a little tote from his locker, and seemed to be getting ready to head to the showers. I could wait till he left to take off my shorts, I thought, and then I could change alone. He didn’t leave right away though he just stood there, “You going to hit the showers?” “Yeah,” I said a little nervously, “In a minute.” “I always wished this gym had a steam room.” “I know, that would be perfect.” I felt awkward now just killing time for him to leave before getting undressed, so I decided to just move quickly and hope for the best. I turned away from him and quickly took my shorts off and put them into my locker, grabbing my towel to cover myself as fast as I could. “Now you’re going to be shy,” he said. “What?” “I said now you’re gonna be shy? Now after you spent all that time on the treadmill running with your cage bouncing for all of us to see?” “I well, I… I guess there’s no use hiding it if you know.” I dropped the towel to hang at my side and turned my fully exposed body to him. “You know, working out always makes me horny as fuck.” “I was hoping it would burn off some of my energy but me too.” “You know the last two showers at the back have full length doors. No one can tell who’s there… or how many” I stepped forward and grabbed his growing bulge through his jock, “Lead the way then.” He smiled, grabbed his towel, and started off for the showers. I shut the lockers and followed behind him. He was right the last two stalls were larger with full doors and a little changing space before the shower. We walked in, and closed the door. He tossed his towel on the bench and then dropped his jock. His cock was thick and half hard already jutting out from dense blonde pubes. He turned the water on before turning to me and saying in a soft voice, “get me hard so I can breed your hole.” Then I was on my knees in the gym shower. I had come to the gym to try and make myself less horny and I had ended up in the shower with a guy who was about to breed me. I knew nothing about this guy, and that was ok. I just wanted to get fucked. I slurped down his dick, the sound of the shower drowning out the sound of me gagging on the thick shaft I hoped. I bobbed up and down, slathering it with spit, slowly pulling blood into the thickening member. He hardened fast, and my mouth was soon stretched around what felt like a soda can. He pulled me to my feet, his cock pressed hard into my stomach above my own dripping caged cock. He planted a hard wet kiss on my lips, and then spun me around. I landed on the changing bench, and braced against the wall, knelt with my ass presented to him. I felt his warm breath on my cheeks and then the stubble of his beard in my crack. Then his tongue found my hole, darting across the abused pucker. He let out an appreciative moan as my hole quickly bloomed open for him, inviting his tongue inside. With all the cock I had taken over the past two days my hole knew what to do, what it needed. I felt relaxed and taken care of, he wanted this to feel good for both of us. He worked his tongue around my hole, pressing the lips further apart till I felt almost gaped open. Only then did he get up and hawk a big wad of spit onto his cock and move to start fucking me. He was big, but I was practiced, and his cock slid easily into my cunt. I felt the stretch, but it was only pleasure and he was able to just slip right up to my second ring. He wasn’t quite long enough to break past it but I felt the thrilling and intoxicating pleasure of a cock pushing against my inner hole. He moaned and whispered in my ear “fuck your pussy feels amazing.” We were trying to be quiet but it was hard when his cock felt so good. He warmed me up a little before really starting to fuck me, but soon he was slapping hard into my hole. I felt certain the sound of the shower running wouldn’t be enough to cover all of the noise but I also didn’t care. He felt amazing. I slammed my ass back against him, making him fuck me even harder. I gripped his cock with my hole to milk his load out, and he just kept growling in my ear. It was a great fuck. We both clearly needed it, and wanted to make sure the other got everything he wanted. When he finally grunted that he was going to cum, I was slightly out of breath. I panted, “please breed my cunt,” as he picked up the pace. He didn’t need my encouragement, but it seemed to tip him over the edge. He shook a little and held tight to my hips, his breathing ragged and his cock spasmed and pumped hot cum deep inside of me. I sighed in satisfaction as I was once more filled with a stranger’s load. He stayed there for a moment, till his breathing came back to normal. When he pulled out and I looked back at him he looked happy and satisfied. We stepped into the water together to wash the work out away, and I sucked the cum from his cock. He kissed me again as we toweled off, and said “I’ll go out first, you wait a moment and then follow so it’s not quite as obvious.” I laughed, I felt certain anyone close by would have known. I stepped back from the door as he unlocked it and left. I heard him bump into someone, and mutter an apology, and then I heard him say, “Oh, well um there’s still… there’s still someone in that shower.” Then another person said something I couldn’t hear, followed by my top saying, “A hot bottom actually.” “Fuck yeah,” said a new voice, closer now. “I just fucked a big load into him, don’t know if he wants more but…” I didn’t hear any more from the blonde, but a young-looking jock appeared in the shower doorway with a massive grin on his face. He looked maybe 20 at the most, but definitely college age. He still had the round face of a boy but the body of a man. A thing waft of chest hair was starting to grow across his nice pecs, promising to grow into a nice thick pelt as he aged. He had on only a towel, into which plunged an ample treasure trail. He closed the door behind him, and locked it before saying, “Got time for one more?” It was and earnest question. He wasn’t one of the aggressive Dom older men I’d been meeting with, he was a horny college boy hoping to blow his load. “Lets see what you’re working with,” I said. He dropped the towel which had started to tent revealing a nice uncut cock. It wasn’t the biggest thing I’d ever seen but it was wide, and that’s what always got me. “I think I’ve got time.” I turned the water to the shower back on, grabbed the jock by the waist and moved him to the changing bench. I got on my knees and sucked him hard while he sat there, his hands on the back of my head. He had to hold one hand against his mouth as I started blowing him, running my tongue around his foreskin, enjoying the salty sweat that clung to his skin. His unkempt pubes tickled my nose as I dove deep. His balls rested lightly against my chin, and I flicked my tongue down the base of his shaft. He let out a loud grown that the water could never have covered and then giggled a quietly. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Don’t worry about it.” I got up and straddled him on the bench his cock now hard as a rock. I sat down slowly, his head missing my hole a few times before finding its mark and sliding inside. He let out another groan, and I kissed him hard on the mouth. “If you cant keep quiet I’ll just have to shut you up.” I whispered in his ear as I started to ride him. He moaned into my mouth as I rocked up and down on his cock, kissing him all the while. His hands played across my back, sometimes on my shoulders, sometimes cupping my ass. He didn’t seem to know where to put them. It didn’t seem like he was going to last long. The horniness from his work out and warmth of my slick hole where fast sending him over the edge. He was writing under me as I bounced harder and harder. Till suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me down on the full, not unsubstantial, length of his cock. I felt his ball tighten and the shaft pulse as he unloaded. His face went totally blank for a long moment, then his eyes rolled back almost sleepily as ecstasy washed across his face. For a long blissed out moment he held me there, his cock still throbbing as it pumped a few more spurts into my cunt. I kissed him again and, careful not to lose his load, got up. “Thanks man, that was amazing,” he panted. I left him to his shower and went to get dressed with two big loads in my hole.

Part 5: The Gift With my ass in the air Daddy applied more lube to my hole and his cock. Daddy slowly inserted his cock into my hole driving me crazy. Because of the preparation Daddy did his cock was sliding in easily. But damn he was taking his time giving me his whole cock. My penis was steadily leaking precum from Daddy's slow and methodical entry into my hole. Goddamn Daddy was good. As slowly as Daddy was penetrating my hole it felt eternity before I even had half of his cock in my hole. My whole body was convulsing from the pure pleasure and excitement Daddy was causing by slowly inserting his cock into me. Goddamn as much as I wanted and needed to be fucked like a whore this was way more intense. After what must have been an hour of Daddy slowly and deliberately sliding his cock in my hole he finally bottomed out. God it felt so good to be completely stuffed by Daddy's cock. Daddy held his cock in place for several minutes before he slowly started pulling his cock back out. Again he pulled out just as slowly as he did when he entered my hole. The way his cock was just dragging across my prostate was too much. I exploded all over the bed underneath me. Daddy didn't stop at all as my body was shaking from the powerful orgasm. He just slowly kept backing his cock out of my hole. After 2 orgasms I was still hard. And I hadn't once touched my penis. After about an hour of Daddy slowly pulling his cock from my hole he had his cock completely out of my hole. The emptiness I felt was unbearable. Daddy applied more lube to my hole and his cock and repeated the same process. Daddy repeated this process over and over all night. Each time he was slowly withdrawing his cock I would have an orgasm but remain hard. After I don't maybe the seventh or eighth time, I lost count, of Daddy doing this he guided me to my stomach and laid on top of me with his cock entering my hole again. With his cock buried all the way inside my hole Daddy started kissing my neck while he then just barely lifted his hips from my ass and coming down giving me short strokes of his cock in my hole. I was completely exhausted by this point but the way he was slowly fucking me felt really great and I just relaxed. After about 30 minutes in this position Daddy asked me if I was ready to receive his gift. I was so weak I just shook my head yes. Without picking up any speed Daddy just kept his same pace and a few minutes later I felt my hole being flooded by Daddy's cum. And damn did he cum. He kept coming for a while. No doubt I would get Daddy's gift with the amount of cum he was putting in my hole. After I know a good five minutes Daddy finally stopped moving and just laid on top of me with his cock still in my hole. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I woke up Daddy was on top of me with his cock still in my hole even though he had went soft. I heard Daddy snoring a little bit so I didn't move just enjoying the feeling of having Daddy's cock still in me. I drifted back off to sleep with a grin on my face. Daddy's weight on me felt like a nice warm blanket and I didn't want to move. I could lay forever just like this with Daddy's cock in my hole. I was looking forward to seeing what Daddy does for an encore. What a wonderful surprise I had when I woke up.

PART FOUR I was kneeling in front of David, cleaning his cock when his phone rang. "HEY! I hoped you'd be watching......did you enjoy the show? I thought you would......hold on I'll put you on speaker.." and he put the phone next to the table where I was kneeling. "Is this your new boy James I've been hearing so much about?" the voice said from the phone. "No...it's actually an even newer one!...." David said. "And better!" I giggled, interrupting "His name's Josh and he'd never even been with a guy before he'd been with me so he's my good boy. Can you see the guy over there Josh?" He asked me, pointing at a nearby apartment building. I could see a guy waving & I waved back. "That's one of my very good friends Jerome." "You sure know how to pick 'em David." Jerome said. "Would you like me to fuck you as well my new friend?" He'd barely completed his question before I shouted, "Yes please!" in reply. "What an eager young man you are, and have you been fully converted yet?" It was funny, I kept hearing about being converted. I wasn't sure what else I needed to do to prove that I loved being fucked. "I think I have!" "Well, you definitely will be by the time I'm finished with you. Now David and I need to talk about when I can come over, can you get him hard while we talk please my good boy?" David took Jerome off speaker as I knelt in front of him. It was such a great feeling to be sucking cock in the sunshine and I positioned myself so Jerome could check out my arse as I sucked David. I was too busy sucking (& loving it!) to be paying attention to what David was saying to Jerome: "Yeah......real pleasant surprise....nah no chance he can get any, he's here for the week....told him I had COVID....course not!.....he's so fucking high he won't be paying attention to any of this....few loads but can't hurt to try yours too...probably an hour or so before it wears off? So bring some if you've got it.....piss mainly.....nah, no idea...yeah, the lube's got it too....don't worry about it, the kid's a dirty fucker....I know! See ya in 10" It was then he tapped me on the head, I looked up his dick still in my mouth. "Jerome was so excited seeing you in action, he's gonna come over OK? He'll probably wanna fuck you today, is that alright with you?" I was so excited by the prospect, I smiled through David's dick but wanted to make sure he was alright with it. "Are you OK with it though David, I don't wanna do it if it'll make you unhappy..." "My boy, nothing makes me hornier or happier than seeing other daddies fucking you OK? Just think of it a special gift I'm making sure that you're getting. Now get your daddy good & hard before Jerome arrives..." END OF PART FOUR

Thomas and Roger were the next two gentlemen who entered the room. Both of their cocks weren't very big but looks can be deceiving. They both stood in front of me while I would suck one cock and jerk off the other. I repeated this process for a while before Thomas laid on the floor and had me mount his cock. Just when I got his cock all the way in me Roger pushed me slightly forward and then slid his cock into my pussy along with Thomas'. With Roger sliding his cock in my pussy I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate both cocks. It hurt to be stretched out but I knew I didn't have a say in the matter. Once Roger had his cock in all the way both gentlemen stayed still for a couple of minutes while my pussy adjusted to it's new position. With me being a little over 5 feet tall and each of these gentlemen being well over 6 feet tall I was in perfect position for them to start fucking my pussy in unison. The feeling of having two cocks sliding in and out of my pussy in unison was pure bliss. My little clitty was soon spurting out cum onto Thomas' stomach. Thomas had sores everywhere and I started licking as many as I could while being fucked. The blood on my lips had dried up so I begged Thomas to slap me to get my lips bleeding again. He happily obliged and soon my lips were cut open again. With my new cuts I continued licking Thomas' sores. With their cocks rubbing together in my pussy both men didn't last too long. After about 10 minutes of fucking my pussy Roger said he was about to cum. As soon as he started Thomas soon started cuming right after. Feeling one load of cum erupting in my pussy is one thing. But 2 cocks at the same time is out of this world. These men gave me so much cum that I could hear the slurping noises coming from my pussy. Once Roger went soft he slipped his cock from my pussy. But Thomas stayed hard. He started thrusting his hips hard into my pussy. Roger came around in front of me and started fucking my mouth at the same time and it wasn't long before he was hard again. Roger must have read my mind because he took his cock from my mouth and rammed it back into my pussy along with Thomas's cock. Fuck I was loving being double penetrated. I was moaning so loud it drew my Mom's attention. As I'm getting my pussy fucked hard by both of these cocks she entered the room and just watched her son being a dirty whore for these men. Everyone knew she was my mom so it didn't surprise anyone. She was encouraging both men to fuck me like the dirty nasty whore I was becoming. Both men obliged and really started fucking me much harder and making my pussy so fucking sore. It wasn't long before both men were coming again in my pussy. Thomas came first followed by Roger. I don't know where these gentlemen had the energy to fuck me like they did in their condition but I loved it. As each of their cocks went soft and they pulled out of me they both collapsed. Mom rushed me out really quickly while they attended to them. I was led to a private room away from everyone. 30 minutes later Mom came in and told me they both passed away. I was saddened by hearing this. She comforted me and told me that it was their wish to go out like that. She said she was proud of me for making their last few minutes on earth enjoyable for both. She said while they are taking care of cleaning up the area this room would be my new play area. She said that I still had more men to satisfy. I confessed to Mommy that each of them had cum twice in my pussy and both times I it was from double penetration. She kissed me on my forehead and said that's good to know because the next two men coming are thicker than any cocks you have had so far. My clitty got excited and squirted in front of my Mommy. She just laughed and as she was walking out the door she said Goddamn you are such a dirty little faggot.

It's fairly common for me not to come, depending on my mood and on if anything has been consumed, and I often outlast my bottoms anyway. Last weekend I went to the sauna in Dublin for the first time in a long while. Some interesting guys there, got a blow job from a cute early 20s guy but that ended up being just the appetiser. Eventually I saw this build, lean muscled mixed race guy. He walked past me a couple times and turn and looked back and I got the little thrill you get from knowing he's interested. He's wearing a baseball cap. Into the cabin and I was pretty hopeful I could fuck him raw, condoms are increasingly rarely used there. He sucks me for a bit and we kiss, then he grabs some lube and starts to put it in his hole and I know I am in. I fuck him bent over the mattress/rest area, then we get up on our knees on it and I'm half lying on top of him and fucking downwards. To my surprise, fairly soon after that I start feeling like I'm going to come. I decide to just go for it because I want to load a guy as it's been a long while, but being the gentleman I am ask him if he wants the load first. Of course he answers enthusiastically and I fill him up. We chat for a bit. He says he is Italian: his mother is, but his father is Brazilian and he seems a little ashamed of that fact. There are Brazilians everywhere in Dublin so maybe he encountered some hostility from some local. We fuck again, and this time he comes as he is riding me. We wander around for a bit and agree to swap numbers. Later that night I give him his first fuck in a sling. At first he was shy getting fucked in front of other guys, but later he is asking me to open the door so others can come and watch us. A fun night! You never know how these nights are going to go.

Full cock definitely, ideally to have no control of what happens😈 Forced deep down my throat

I do--house parties, motel parties, anywhere I want to breed guys . It also goes to leather weekends like CLAW or IML for my hotel room. It has gone camping and been used in gay campgrounds. I live in a smaller sized town. Having a sling (and fuck bench and rimseat) makes my home playroom a 'destination' for bottoms to come to from the more urban areas near by.

In a parallel universe there is a post from the pissed off cumdump whining that he's been fucked but not bred!

I saw him three days later. Again the cum dump in the middle of the beach orgy. He'd never made it to a clinic. A month later he came up to me one morning as I was nude sunbathing. I didn't get the super friendly welcome he'd offered when we met. In fact he was clearly pissed. "You fuckin knocked me up you bastard. Who the fuck do you think you are? Pozing unsuspecting guys! Get a biohazard tattoo for fuck sake! " I knew there was no sense in trying to reason with him. I just reached up and stroked his semi hard cock. He pulled away and bolted. The next night he was again at the orgy. As usual his sexy otter energy had him recieving lots of creampies, but he was also serving up toxic cum to at least three asses. I was close enough for the entire second pump and dump that I know he didn't breath a word about his newly acquired toxic status. Once again I was having a slow night. A few guys groped me, front and back. Two guys offered to suck me and had good oral skills, but if I wasn't going to get any up my ass I was determined to breed some cute young thing. The crowd had become quite a crush, I couldn't move without bumping into guys. A hand took hold of my semi hard cock. It was an attractive, slim young man wearing a leather chest and crotch harness. As he fondled my crotch he kept looking around the crowd, never once looking at me. He began to pull me through the crowd by my now fully hard erection. He stopped to talk to a tall handsome young German lad. As they made small talk I felt around the harnessed guys hole. Wet and sloppy for sure. I slid my raw cock in and he never even interrupted his conversation with the German. The German winked at me and told the guy I was fucking how hot he looked. Asked him how many loads he was carrying from the orgy. "Not sure. Maybe two, maybe five? I'm never sure if they all cum ." "How many cocks been in there?" "Haha, at least a dozen. " "You take any precautions?" "No way, totally natural for me. This brew in me could be pozing me as we speak. I don't care, it's gonna get me sooner or later. " I was silently depositing as he spoke. The German again winked at me and said to him; "Fuckin hot man. Love your leze fair attitude." Although my orgasm was silent, it was one of the deepest most satisfying releases I had ever experienced. I pulled my cock out and stuck a finger in to enjoy the toxic mix. It tasted fantastic. I didn't say a word, I just shuffled through the crowd and headed home down the beach. Three nights later I had better luck. A big bear, a slim black man and an old man (70's) had bred me. A cute young Mexican twink had watched at least two of them cum in me. When the old man finished the young twink pulled me to the side away from the crowd. He played with my cock as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. As we broke our lip lock he whispered, "Eat my ass " then turned and bent over. It was a sweet tight hairless rose bud. So tight my tongue could hardly fuck in. He was moaning with deep pleasure. He didn't say it but his moans begged 'fuck me.' I stood and teased his hole with my substantial cock head. I was waiting to see if he would say or ask anything. He just kept moaning so I started to push in and he definitely pushed back on. When I was balls deep I gave him a moment to adjust. When he reached back and tapped my thigh I began a slow and steady rutting motion. His moans just grew in volume, "Oh yeah fuck me daddy, claim my virgin ass." I thought, 'holy fuck, I wonder if he has any idea what he's got himself into?' But the hole situation was just too smoking hot and my poz balls exploded and painted inside his no longer virgin guts "Don't cum in me." "Fuck man, too late!" He pulled off, stood and faced me. "Did you just cum in my ass? Please tell me you didn't! Please tell me you were wearing protection. " "I .... awe .... um" As I stuttered he reached around to check and came back with a dripping finger. "Fuck man, you better be clean. You shouldn't have cum in me! I can't get pozed from my first fuck man!" "Then you better get to a clinic or emerge." "Fuck you're toxic? You just knocked up my virgin ass without warning me?" "You didn't ask, and your virgin hole was to tight and inviting for me to last, especially when you confirmed it had never been breached before. Sorry " "Sorry, sorry? You had no right. ... Suck it out, suck your poison out of me. " If this was to be my punishment I was all in. I feltched out as much as I could. "Don't swallow yet, I want to be sure you cleaned me out. Show me your mouth. " I opened wide, he moved in for a close look and spat in my face. I decided this was my invitation to leave, turned and found three young guys had been watching us. They moved in to lick my face clean and each received a snowball of my toxic cum. The tallest was bent over and backing on my fuck stick in no time. I asked the three how much they had seen and heard. "Everything! It was so fuckin hot. We need your DNA. We're on PreP, the guy your cock is in is chasing. "

this story is pretty much based on a true story, - it was my first time, and we really did fall in love... sadly our paths took us different directions many years ago - and although we are still in touch, I've been without a soulmate since. At first glance you would assume I am just an average, conservative kind- of –guy, and I would tend to agree with that assumption. But after my last “ordinary” relationship with my boyfriend failed, I decided it was time to break my boring routine and try to enjoy some of the more adventurous things in life that I had always passed on. Now that I was spending my nights alone, I was relying on my computer more for sexual stimulation. Thank God there is no shortage of porn on the internet. I would surf for any hot movie that caught my eye, usually with some hot muscled jock. I’d recline back in my chair, and start to lazily play with my cock while the stud in his jockstrap got his hole licked and fingered and slowly stretched open. Buy the time his pink pucker was quivering for some dick, I would usually have a finger or two up my own ass, and my own dick would be hard as a rock and leaking drops of precum that would mix with the lube I was using to stroke my shaft. I always tried to match my speed and intensity with the hot fuck session that was on the screen, so that I would cum at the exact same time as the guy in the movie shot his load deep in the ass of the jock stud he was fucking. After my own ass finished clamping down on my fingers and the aftershocks of shooting an intense load wore off…I would clean up, shut off the computer and climb into bed …alone…and realizing that computer porn would never make up for the 'real thing'. As time went on, I noticed that my taste in movies was starting change, and those muscled jocks I had watched were now replaced with hairy muscled leather guys. I also started looking in the local chat rooms for some actual “real” connections. I felt myself being drawn to scenes that involved a lot of ass play…guys in harnesses that were stretching open the holes of other guys in slings. Soon it wasn’t just hot dicks plowing pink holes...it was dildos and fists stretching open hot hairy butts. I was mesmerized, and my ass was starting to take on a mind of its own. After years of vanilla sex, my hole was starting to get hungry for more. I bought some toys...and some poppers...and began to start mimicking what I saw in the movies . I also started popping into some of the local chat rooms, and found out there were a lot of guys online that were really heavy into the leather scene. I posted a profile, but was always to nervous about ever starting a conversation with anyone. Here I was…just an average conservative guy, who was starting to feel the pig awaken. These guys were already knee deep in the pigpen, and I knew I’d be a disappointment to them when they realized I was just a newbie. I didn’t own any leather, and I only had one jockstrap…that I used for my online photo. So one night, I was feeling especially horny, and logged into the chat room, got my toys, lube and poppers out, and settled in for another solo session. Within a few minutes I suddenly got an IM from another guy in the chat room. He was a hot hairy muscle daddy, and he introduced himself by letting me know how much he loved the photo of me in my jock. He was hot, and sexy, and I started to wish I could muster up the courage to give in and let myself go, and be the perfect pig boy he surely was looking for. After some online flirting, he invited me to come over. I was horny as hell, but scared to death, so I politely declined his invitation. I told him the truth, that I was brand new to this, and way too inexperienced to be much fun for him. He immediately replied, asking if I was into PnP. I hated to admit, I didn’t even know what that meant. Pain and Pleasure? Piss and poop? Christ..what was I getting into? He responded with a “LOL” and explained it meant party and play. Using recreational drugs to take the edge off, or enhance the pleasure. I told him I had done poppers…but never had tried anything else. He asked if I was interested in experimenting a little, and told me that he would love to be the one to introduce me to the wonderful world of Pnp Pig Sex. Wow….all of a sudden my cock became instantly hard..and I could feel my ass twitch with excitement. I didn’t know what it would be like, but suddenly I had a hot leather daddy wanting to take me under his wing, and show me all the mysterious pleasures that had become so intriguing to me. In one last effort to stall…I asked him what exactly he had in mind. He told me that I would need to come over, and that I would need to trust him. He promised to walk me thru everything once I was there and ready to play…but he didn’t want to waste time writing about it when he knew it would be more fun to experience it. He gave me some simple instructions…take a shower, clean up…and out, wear my jock, and pick up some Gatorade, or water, or whatever I wanted to drink. He promised I’d need to replenish my fluids because he was going to make sure we had a long hot sweaty night. I got directions to his place…and I was burning with excitement. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen! I hopped in the shower and hopped in my car and within 45 minutes, I found myself knocking on his door. He opened the door…and looked even hotter than his pictures. His head was nearly shaved with a military style buzz cut. He was shirtless, except for a leather harness, and his tribal armband tattoo. His nipples were pierced, and his hairy pecs were hard and muscular, and shadowed over his flat abs. A thick treasure trail of hair disappeared into his black leather pants and silver studded belt. He looked just like one of the guys from the movies. He immediately smiled at me...which made me feel immediately more relaxed…and he invited me into his place. As soon as I stepped inside, he reached around me to shut the door, and immediately put his arms around me to pull me in close to him. He rubbed his hands on my chest thru my t-shirt, and pressed his pelvis up against my jeans. It took me by surprise..a little, but it immediately broke the ice, and I wrapped my arms around him, and ran my hands over his muscular shoulders and arms. As my hands reached his, he took them, and smiled again, and pulled me into the entryway. “Come In, stud” he growled…get comfortable, take your clothes off, and let’s get to know each other. He led me to a room off to the side, which had all of the things that you would need to film leather porn. “Welcome to my playroom!” I was speechless, and took a long deep breath to try to slow down my heartbeat. I think he could sense my nervousness, because he pulled me close once again, kissed me, and pulled me down onto the couch. “Just relax..I promise, I will make sure you enjoy every minute of this, and if you ever want to stop…just tell me…we won’t go anywhere that you aren’t comfortable going.” We kissed again..and I was immediately turned on. He took my shirt off…pinched my nipples, rubbed my crotch…and I was instantly hard as a rock. My hands were all over him as well…and I started to let my inhibitions go. “Let me go get something to help us relax, and you get out of those jeans and shoes. I’ll be right back.” He left for a second, and came back with a little travel shaving kit. He pulled out a bag of weed, and some rolling papers, and a lighter. As I got undressed, he rolled a really thick joint, lit it, and took a hit. He held the smoke in his lungs for a very long time, and then let it escape his lungs in a low growl. “Okay…your turn…it’s just pot…and it will help take the edge off, help you relax, and get you a little horny.” I took the joint, and followed his instructions. I took a deep inhale, and worked really hard to fight the urge to cough as I felt the smoke burn inside my chest. I held it in until he told me to let it out…which seemed like 10 minutes…but was really only a few seconds I’m sure. “Good boy” he said, and rubbed my neck. He took the joint back for another hit and we both sat back on the couch and started feeling each other as we passed the joint back and forth. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the effects. It was a fuzzy, drunk kind of feeling, but it felt good, and I WAS really relaxed, and starting to get a really deep new feeling…it was horny…but a whole different kind of horny. I started to really get into our touching and kissing, and before I knew it we were done with the joint, and greedily sucking each other’s dicks in a 69 position on the couch. Next thing I knew, I felt his fingers and tongue start playing with my hole. It felt so good. I knew it was the pot…but Damn! This was awesome. I was sucking his huge dick, and moaning, and grinding my ass against his face and fingers. He spit in my ass, and started working in two of his fat long fingers. God it felt so good. “Good boy..you like that don’t you…there is a little pig in there just dying to get out isn’t there?” “Yes sir” I muffled between taking breaths from sucking his huge cock. “Nice” he moaned, and began working my hole into a frenzy. “I think you’re ready for my next surprise” he said as he reach over to his travel bag, and pulled out a tiny little baggie, with some white powder, and a tiny little silver bullet. “Coke?” I asked. “Nope, Tina" he replied. “Tina?” I repeated. “Yep. It's sort of like coke, but better for sex. You can smoke it, snort it, put it in your ass, and even inject it directly into a vein - but it goes right to your ass. And you will want more than my tongue and fingers up there.” “So, how are we doing it?” I asked. “We’ll go easy at first, just a little bump off the silver bullet…and we’ll make sure you have some time to let it kick in. You’ll probably feel a bit of a rush at first..like a jolt of caffeine, but in about 20 minutes, you will feel it start to warm up your ass, and I bet your hands won’t be able to let go of your dick." "Okay" I replied, adding “ although I think the pot has already done a pretty good job of that.” We both took a hit from the bullet, and the instant effect was just as he described. I was really starting to realize I was in very good hands. He was letting me know what to expect, before it happened, and his description was very accurate. We went back to exploring each other’s bodies, and before I knew it, my ass was tingling, and I was pulling on the head of my dick like I was pulling taffy. I was groaning a low guttural groan that I had never heard myself make before. We did another hit off the Tina bullet, and I was really starting to feel the effects. “Okay, boy. I think we’re ready for some more serious play. Your ass is really getting hot, and I want you to get in that sling, so I can open you up, and fuck you.” I hopped up so fast, I think my brain was now in my ass and following his instructions. He helped me get into the sling, and then lubed up my hole, and his cock, and I moaned in ecstasy as his beautiful thick cock slid into my hungry hole. We started out slow, and his fucking gradually grew in force and intensity. Getting fucked had never felt so good. He gave me another bump of tina, and then grabbed a bottle of poppers, and held them under my nose. “You said you have done poppers before..right?” “Yeah.” “Good…then take good hit, so I can pound your ass really hard.” I inhaled deeply, and he did the same, and no sooner had he recapped the bottle, he grabbed the sling and started pounding my ass with wild abandon. “FUCK…YEAH…” we both screamed. I was pulling on my dick as hard as I could, but noticed it wasn’t getting as hard as I usually do…but I really didn’t care. It still felt good..but it was my ass that was feeling amazing. I felt it squeezing and clamping down on my hot leather studs hard dick as he pounded my ass, and arched his back while his eyes were rolling back in his head. This was incredible. It was better than any fantasy I could imagine. He gave me another hit of poppers, and then reached under the sling and started banging the shit out of my ass….I could tell that he was about ready to cum. Between the pot, the tina, the poppers and the fucking…my head was reeling. I had never felt so turned on. I was suddenly brought back to my senses as I heard him shout and yell, and felt his hard cock slam deep in my ass as is shot the hottest, most forceful load I’d ever taken. My ass involuntarily clamped down, and made sure that every drop of cum was worked out of that amazing dick, and not a single drop was spilled. He immediately slumped forward, drops of sweat landing on my chest, and kissed me passionately and deeply. My hips were grinding involuntarily, not wanting to let his dick escape my ass as we kissed. Finally, his dick slid out, but I was still pulling on mine, soft…but sensitive. He saw my face register a bit of disappointment – both for my failure to get hard, and also for the sudden emptiness in my well fucked hole. He immediately reassured me that the soft dick was often a result of the Tina, but not to worry…all the pleasure was going to become more and more intense in my ass. He asked if I was ready to try some toys, and if I was ready to try a different way to do a hit of Tina. I must of looked a little nervous again, because he immediately kissed me again, and with his lips still pressed to mine, he whispered with a hot breath "Trust me.” And I did. Once again, he reached into his black bag. This time he pulled out a thick syringe. My eyes widened with fear, because I was not real fond of needles. “Don’t worry” he said. It’s not a needle. Just a water syringe. But it’s got dose of Tina in it, mixed with the water. I’ll squirt it into your ass, and within seconds you’ll get the effect. Just hold it in, and when I get your first toy, it should be absorbed. You'll love it..and you’ll be ready for some bigger toys than the ones you have. Cool?” “Okay…I said…you haven’t let me down yet.” He pulled the cap off the syringe, and showed me that indeed there was no needle on the end. He put a little lube on the edge of the syringe, and gently worked it into my hole. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay…here we go.” I suddenly felt the liquid slowly start to fill my ass, and I envisioned it mixing with his load. I was suddenly hit with an amazing rush of warmth that nearly took my breath away. “See…it absorbs pretty quick. You should be flying by now.” My heartbeat suddenly picked up, and my breathing became quicker. He pulled the syringe out, pinched my nipples, and then took my hand away from my dick as he sucked my soft cocked like a vacuum. I yelled in absolute pleasure! Oh my god it felt so good. FUCK YEAH…DAMN…my ass was on fire…I needed cock bad. It felt so good. “There’s my little piggy” he smirked as he stepped away. My hand went back to my dick, and I started pinching one of my nipples as he back away. He reached over to a table and pulled away a black cloth, and revealed a table full of all kinds of dildos and sex toys in all sizes. One of them was just as big as mine at home…but they got bigger and bigger as they lined up along the table’s edge. He grabbed one, and smeared it with a generous dose of lube, and then started slowly working it into my ass. I couldn’t believe it…it was like my ass had a total mind of its own. I was no longer in control..and I suddenly felt my hole stretching open further than I’d ever been opened up before. But it felt so good. I took a deep breath, and moaned again. He got it about halfway in, and then held it in place as he reached over with his other hand to grab the bottle of poppers. I took another deep hit of the poppers, and suddenly, I was in a whole new world. My eyes rolled back in the back of my head, and then I felt my entire ass open up as that huge dildo slid right in to its giant rubber base without any pain or resistance. HOLY SHIT….It was so fucking deep …OH FUCK! I could feel that giant rubber dick deep in my guts and it felt so good! He started to work it in and out. Slowly at first, and gradually picked up speed. I got lost in the pleasure…and closed my eyes and floated in that sling as that giant dick stretched my ass. Every now and then he would touch my chest, my dick, my face, and give me occasional hits of poppers...all the while giving me deep low groans of encouragement. He soon went for a bigger toy…but I was too lost in my ecstasy to really notice. I did feel a little bit of pressure as he eased the bigger toy in, but it was soon followed with another deep hit of poppers, and I was off in my own world again, as that giant invader laid claim to my open hole. I have no idea how much time had passed, and hour…maybe two. I gradually started to feel like I was coming down, and my senses were returning to normal. I looked up…like I had just regained consciousness, and smiled at my sexy teacher. He smiled back…and we didn’t even need words at this point to share the mutual pleasure we were both feeling. He slid the toy out of my ass..and I was shocked…somewhere in my soaring high…he had upsized again to a third, even bigger toy. I never would have believed I could take something that huge…but he showed it to me from between my legs, just to prove to me that I was more pig than I realized. We laughed a bit, kissed some more, and then he grabbed my bottle of Gatorade and a towel. I was sweating profusely. Took a deep drink, toweled off a bit, and started to catch my breath. At this point I thought things were winding down. He was standing closer to the table, taking a drink of his own bottled water, so I started to sit up in the unsteady sway of the sling. “Where you going boy…you had enough?” “Oh…I thought we were winding down” I sheepishly said…immediately feeling slightly worried that I gave the wrong signal and disappointing my new leather daddy. “Well, I have one more surprise for you, if you want. I thought I’d try to take it up one more notch…that is if you want to” I couldn’t possibly imagine what he had in mind. I was absolutely in awe of what we had done so far, so if we still had one more level to go, I wasn’t sure I could take the overstimulation of my senses. “You want to really let go of your inner pig…this is the best thing there is.” He reached into his black back again, and pulled out two thin syringes with an orange cap on the end. I was puzzled, because the last syringe was much bigger, so I didn’t know if it was a smaller dose to just bring the action back up a little, or if this was something totally different. “Okay, let me tell you about this, and then you can tell me if you want to keep going or not”. This syringe has a needle. So this dose of tina will go right into a vein. It’s called “slamming.” It’s just like getting a shot at the doctor, or giving a blood sample. “That doesn’t sound too bad” I timidly replied. “Well…this will definitely take you one level higher than the booty bump. You will feel this rush in your entire body, you will immediately feel the Tina take effect, and I guarantee, you will be amazed at how fast you let go of all your inhibitions….do you still trust me?” “Yes” I answered. “Then trust me, I think you will like this a lot. I will make sure that it’s quick, painless, and I will be here to make sure you stay calm enough to truly enjoy the amazing rush.” “Okay” I said…but I might not be able to watch, I don’t do so well with needles. “No worries”, he said. “You do whatever you want. Let’s get you out of the sling though, because I want to do you first, and then I want you to go kneel down over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air. I will then do my slam, and come over and take good care of your ass while you ride the rush,. “Okay…I’m ready” He went back to his back bag one more time, pulled out a black elastic strip for a tourniquet, and 2 small white envelopes…alcohol prep pads. He came back over to me, with the syringe, pulled my arm out and looked in the crook for a vein. He quickly tapped the large vein, and then started to wrap the black elastic around my upper bicep. My vein started to bulge, and my heart was already racing with a little bit of excitement, and a lot of nerves. He opened the alcohol prep pad, and gently wiped it over the inside of my arm. I was scared to watch…but I couldn’t help it. I was fascinated. It was like my leather daddy was getting ready to give me a shot…like a nurse. It was somehow, very touching, like he was taking care of me…and all of a sudden all of my worry melted away. I kept watching as he took the orange cap off of the syringe, and exposed the tiny thin needle. He turned the syringe upside down, and flicked it on the side to knock the air bubbles out of it. He looked at me deep in my eyes, smiled again, and asked “ready?” I nodded yes. Okay..turn your head if you want. “I’m okay” I said. “I trust you”. He gently placed the tip of the needle at the edge of my vein, and I took a deep breath. He gently eased it in, with only a slight pinch, and then I felt a little pop as the needle went into the vein. I kept watching intently. He pulled back slightly on the syringe, and I saw a wispy red cloud rush into the syringe. He took the tourniquet off my arm with his other hand in a single soft pull, looked at me one more time, and said, “Here you go baby, this is gonna be intense…you might have a cough..But that’s normal…it’s the tina hitting your blood and your lungs, don’t be scared…just enjoy it.” “Okay…go for it” He slowly started to push the plunger downward, and the reddish liquid started to disappear into my vein. I immediately started to feel a tingle all over my body…like when you put your tongue on the end of a nine volt battery. The more of the slam that went in, the more I tingled...I got this warm all over rush, and my chest started to expand with a heavy breath. I felt my eyes open wide, and my ass squeezed so tight, if there had been anything in there I would have snapped it in half. The last bit of liquid in the syringe went into my arm, and then I suddenly felt the uncontrollable cough. Two coughs…and then I WAS SOARING!!! SHIT! SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!. He pulled the needle out and immediately covered the skin with the alcohol pad. He lifted my arm above my head, and then reached around the start digging at my ass with his giant meaty paws. OH GOD!! I NEED YOU IN MY ASS! “Feel good Baby?” “FUCK YEAH” OH SHIT..that’s all I could say. I started to feel my legs go week. “Go kneel over the couch, get your ass lubed up real good…I’m on my way” I staggered over, reached for the giant bottle of lube, pouring out more than I could control. I leaned over the couch and started shoving lube into my hungry hole, stretching it open, shoving fingers in, and trying to get my whole hand in. I was in ecstasy…I was finally out of control, feeling piggy as all hell, and ready for anything. I didn’t even notice my leather daddy administer his own slam, until I heard his own cries and groans of pleasure suddenly shout from behind me. “Oh, yeah….piggy….let me work that ass” “Yes sir!” He came from behind be and I saw his had come over my head; he handed me the bottle of poppers, and then reached for the giant bottle of lube. “Take a good long hit…you are about to be sent into a whole ne w world.” I took the deepest hit of poppers that I had ever taken…and I held it deep in my lungs…like the pot smoke from earlier…and suddenly I felt my entire ass just relax and open up like molten lava, and I felt my daddy’s hands working to stretch my ass open. First it was three fingers….then four…..then another mind numbing hit of poppers, and then I lost all awareness of anything…all I know is that my ass had never felt more full. I was gyrating my hips, and wagging my piggy tail like I needed to get my hungry hole filled with a buffet of anything that was in reach. I suddenly felt my ass stretch just a bit far..and then a soft pop, or suction sound. I had his whole FIST! HOLY SHIT! I WAS IN HEAVEN!! I screamed in pleasure, my daddy was yelling encouragement… and I had never been so wildly out of control. He flipped me around to the front of the couch, laid me on my back, held my feet above my head with one hand, and handed me the poppers again with the other. I took another hit…and then so did he…and I couldn’t get his fist in my ass again fast enough. I was riding his fist, and then his forearm, and then suddenly I started to let go with a *******ial spray of piss all over my chest…he grabbed my dick with his free hand, and held it up so that it sprayed all over my face, and then his. It had a bitter taste…the first time I’d ever tasted piss. “”That’s tina piss boy..It’ll keep you flying high too…but I’m not taking my hand out of your ass yet ..but when I do…it will be so I can shove my dick up your hungry hole, and piss my tina right back into you” He kept his word…he fisted me to the point of an uncontrollable orgasm…I didn’t even touch my dick..and it was still soft…but I was coming all over myself. It was mixing with the damp piss stains on my stomach. He gently pulled his fist out of my hot hungry ass, and then shoved his dick in. He looked down at me, and with an amazing softness, he stared right thru to my soul, I started to actually tear up, and cry with absolute abandon. It was the most beautifully hot and touching closeness I had ever felt to another person in my entire life. I trusted him, and he took me placed I never knew existed. And then, just as I was catching my breath, and stopping my tears…he leaned in close, whispered once again…”good pig”, and then kissed me gently on the lips….it was then that I started to feel the warm tina piss filling up my hot hungry ass…and my soul nearly left my body, and floated up to my new slamming soul mate.

I've always liked older hairy guys, just just how it is, love to puff up with em and breed them. So here I am a daddy to a hot boy and loving it... How did this happen? Well a couple months ago I was driving home from work, it was winter, pissing down with rain and dark early because of it. The rain was so heavy that I was driving slowly in the medium traffic so when I got to the main intersection that leads out of the city and to my small town, to find it jammed up I wasnt surprised and just settled back for the long wait. Then inching forward I noticed standing in the pooring rain a guy absolutely drenched and shivering, I watched him for a bit and he didn't seem homeless, if anything he seemed lost. I watched an asshole pull a move that sprayed water from the road across the kid and that's when I was sure he was crying. A softie at heart I pulled up close wound down my window and said "hey kid... You OK?" He didn't know what to do so I reassured him im a nice guy who just wants to help, and after some coaxing he finally came to my window. I asked again if he was alright and he burst out crying, "my parents just found out I'm Gay and kicked me out, I dobby have any money or anywhere to go, I dont know what to do". So I opened the door and told him to get out of the rain, he did it instinctively, not thinking about how dangerous it could be, but luckily I had no plans on hurting just helping. Once inside I threw him my gym towel which couldn't have smelt that great after a week, but he gladly used it to dry off and I'm pretty sure he took awiff of two. Gary boy for sure I thought. Right then the light changed and my time to get on the freeway came, so I took it, "sorry kid I had to go out I would have caused more of a jam ". I told him he could come to my place and get warm tonight and it is help him to work out what to do in the morning. I could tell he was well brought up when he said thank you sir, and was very humble. On the way home I told him i too was Gay and had been kicked out when I was a kid and that it gets better. I hoped he would see I wasn't going to harm him and genuinely just wanted to help. He slowly opened up about how he had been seen kissing a boy age his Mormon parents had freaked out. How he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a credit card his mom had slipped him as he was leaving. So I said in the mourning keys to get ya some necessities then and we'll look for somewhere for you to stay. The boy got a little more comfortable and I told him my name was Adam Jones when he said his was Billy Turner. Then he started to ask about me, my job, did I have a boyfriend, where I lived, was it alone, and I happily answered including I was single since my husband had died 4 years ago and that I lived alone. He asked what my husband was like and I happily described my hot otter hubby and how we were the same age of 41 when he had died from cancer. The boy looked sad, but I wasn't sure it was for me or for himself, so I moved the conversation on, asking if the boy he kissed was his boyfriend. He giggled and said no, he didn't really like him but wanted to kiss a guy so bad since he was 18 and still hadn't done it. "so you're a virgin?" I asked a bit too directly and he turned red ages said yes. I reassured him some more and he was just admitting that because of his sheltered upbringing he didn't know very much about Gay sex at all, when I turned into my drive and we ran inside. Once in my my nice modern bungalow I showed him around and where the spare room and first bathroom were. Told him to give me his clothes so I could put them in the dryer while he showered and I made some dinner. To my surprise without hesitation he stripped buck naked and did just as he was told. That was the first moment I had a real good look at him, athletic little lean muscular twink otter with a hairy chest and fuzzy ass. My cock twitched, this is not my type at all I thought as he turned and headed to the bathroom. I dismissed the thought with it must have been too long since I got laid as I put his stuff in the dryer. 20 minutes later id decided not to cook and to get pizza delivered when the kid came back out wearing what was clearly a pair of my far too big shorts and a tshirt. I laughed at the cute look and said what are you doing. "I didn't think mine would be dry yet and yours seemed so comfy" "fair enough" I agreed and told him about the pizza then I grabbed two beers and we headed to the living room. I offered him one and he was surprised, he'd never had alcohol before, but after telling him to take it slow he was quick to sit on the couch seat closest to my recliner. What followed was a little awkward silence until the alcohol started to hit the kid abs he started telling me all about his fucked up family and religion, and how all he knew was when he looked at guys he got hard and and not once with girls even with his girlfriend that he convinced he wanted to wait for marriage... Until they broke up. The pizza soon arrived and once we were back in his seats the kids questions started to come out. Starting from simple things like where to meet guys and losing, it slowly got more graphic as I answered honestly. Soon I was explaining about blow jobs and anal sex, top and bottom, and then he asked what I liked. I explained I'm a top and that I like bareback sex, about how condoms made me go limp, about how i was poz undetectable and what that meant for bottom guys, and how I loved to breed guys. I told him I was usually into men my age and that it had been a while since I'd been with someone. Billy was curious to know how to tell if he was a top or a bottom and I happily explained sometimes you don't know until you do it, sometimes you sorta have to be bottom because your dick is small, and sometimes guys work it out buy playing with their own asses when they wank. The alcohol had the kid being far too honest when he admitted that his dick was only four inches and he loved to play with his ass... And that didn't just make my cock twitch... It grew a little. When he asked I proudly answered 10"uncut and thick, and that bottoms loved it. He was quick to say he'd love to see it and I laughed, saying maybe someday. Soon the conversation was back on him and what it was like to bottom for the first time. I explained how it usually hurt a lot the first time, but that if you had the guts to keep it inside until the pain passed it would start to feel good soon after. I explained how big cocks hurt more but felt better because they get your prostate. And how bareback with silicone lube felt the best because rubbers and water based lube would easily dry out and start hurting. I offered how lots of guys would drink or use other things to help them take it, like pot or meth or poppers. And although his first response was "I don't want to do drugs" he kept asking n more now details including if I ever did them and what I liked. I explained how I enjoyed a little puff with someone nice as long as I had a viagra because it would often screw up a tops hard on. And how I was careful not to do it too often but that it was a huge amount of fun when I did. And then came the big question... "do you think I'm good looking... Sir?" My cock stirred some more and I thought, fuck it, let's see if I can get this virgin ass. "yeah, you're cute as hell, not my normal type, but very hot. You wouldn't want this old guy though especially not to puff up and loose your virginity". Billy turned red. I smiled and was about to change the subject when he blurted out "yes I would, you're like my dream man". I smiled a big smile, and said "why don't you come sit on my lap here boy... And we'll talk about it some more". To be continued

When I was on prep, I didn’t get pozzed. When I stopped taking prep, I got pozzed.

I absolutely love my hubby to be fucked by other guys I can be a cuckold at times , I love to come home to hear a guy pounding his arse upstairs in our bed and love to sneak upstairs to watch , once a guy tied me to a chair pissed on me and made me watch as he fucked my hubby and verbally humiliated me while he did , then got me to suck clean his cock after . Hubby has an ex boyfriend who also fucks him when I am at work and I love to fuck his cum filled hole when I get home from work while my hubby tells me I graphic detail how he enjoyed his ex fucking him makes me cum so hard

I'm ok with all those options as long as the cum is going inside. I guess technically, with the wanking into open mouth option, there's the catastrophic possibility of him missing your mouth which is just a complete waste. Have you ever watched those gloryhole porn vids where during the cumshot the sucker behind the wall basically misses like 70% of the cum? It's kinda like, he's worked so hard at this task only to just piss away most of the prize imo. Honestly, I'm such a cum fiend, I have no reservations about licking it up almost anywhere I see it. Out of condoms, on bed sheets, off skin, off the towel used for cock wiping, everywhere. It's so subconscious that I think one day I'm gonna get myself in trouble if I spot like a drop of coconut jelly or something similar, and just automatically lick it up like the depraved animal I am

I love it as a guy cums he pushes my head all the way down so his cock is as far down my throat as it will go !!

Your style isn’t annoying at all - you write well. Had you dressed this up as a fiction story and posted it in the story section, I think it would have been well appreciated as such. As a ‘confessional’, though, it sort of asks people to look at it in a different light. And as you can tell, you’re not the only one with a ‘needlessly overthinking personality’. I might as well have that tattooed onto my forehead. Actually, I can relate to it very much, because if I’m being completely honest, that’s exactly the kind of Top I take the greatest gratification from servicing. I want the Top using me to be totally focused on his own desire and pleasure, and to feel free to achieve the fullness of his sexual expression and aggression through his enjoyment of my body and mind. I usually find it a bit tiresome if he’s not being selfish. I’m perhaps a bit different in that way, though, than a cumdump bottom who is less a dedicated service bottom and more in it for his own gratification; it’s harder to victimize someone like me when I consider the ability to use me that way as simply a service I offer. The Top can enjoy indulging in his aggression on me, without doing harm to someone who might be more easily traumatized by it. I totally recognize that there are such Tops out there, and perhaps that’s why I’m instinctively drawn to them - I’m the symbiotic outlet they need. If it had been me you took instead of the Viking dude, I wouldn’t have blocked you afterward. No, catfishing is not acceptable, and if the anon guy really did commit some egregious false advertising, you could reasonably be put off by it. Enough to go full psychopath? Maybe not so much.

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Chapter 5 He discovered many different feelings, both physical and emotional. He had one last new feeling to discover tonight. He had the Pig put a towel on the foot stool. He then instructed him to kneel on it and then put his hands on the floor. In this position his ass was at the perfect height and being head down like that gravity would pull any liquids into his bowels. Plus, it would enable his cock to get deeper and hopefully hit new spots to torment the Pig’s insides. He got behind the Pig and stared penetrating his very vulnerable ass. The Pig said “ This feels weird “. The Top said “ Yes, but I think I am hitting different areas in your hot little cunt “. This was the first time he referred the Pig’s ass as a cunt. He slipped and didn’t know how he would take to it. The Pig replied with “ Yes. Fucking knock my cunt up “. He was really into the act now. The Top started Pushing deep, hearing the whimpers and grunts of the Pig. This just spurred him on more. He felt on the brink and asked the Pig “ You want my baby makers in your cunt Pig ?” The Pig said “ Yes. Rip up my cunt. Impregnate me “. With that he pushed as deep as he could get. He knew at this position the Pig was feeling him bang against his second ring. The Pig was grunting loud saying “ I can feel you pulsing in me. Fill me up, every last drop “. When he was done cuming he stayed in the Pig’s ass and told him to stay still. The Pig was in heat and needed to get his nut but in this position he couldn’t get to his cock without falling. Suddenly he felt a warm flood filling him up. His bowels seemed to be getting filled with something warm. It was then that he figured his Top friend was pissing in him and at this angle with his ass elevated t was going deep, very deep. He was excited at first then concerned that it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The Top said “ Another new thing for you tonight. Couple loads of cum in your ass and now piss”. The Top started pulling out and aid “ Don’t spill a drop Pig “. He knew that at that angle the Mix would be pulled deeper than normal. He hadn’t told the Pig that earlier this morning and right before he arrived he was hitting the glass pipe. He was sure that there would be some Meth in the piss an the Pig would feel it sooner than later. The Top grabbed a butt plug and worked it into the Pig’s ass. All the Pig said is that it felt like it was pushing the mix deeper. The Top told him to keep it in longer. To help him he stared rubbing the Pig’s butt cheeks and then he reached around and massaged the Pig’s belly. He wanted to give the chem piss a good chance to be absorbed. He figured after 15 minutes enough would be absorbed to really get him on his first Meth trip. This was part of his plan to make sure the Pig would be hooked on anal play and crave more. The Top reached between the Pig’s legs and stared slowly milking the Pig’s semi hard 6” cock. The Pig stared saying how great that felt but that the pressure in his guts was getting stronger. The Top said “Concentrate on the Feeling on your cock. How sensitive it is “. The top grabbed the poppers and put them to the Nose of the Pig and instructed him to inhale deeply and hold it. After a few hits the pig said he was getting dizzy. The Top wasn’t sure if it was from being upside down, the Poppers or the ‘ magic ‘ piss that by now had to be being absorbed. The Top wasn’t sure if he could get the Pig off. His cock was softer and he knew that the Chem piss was starting to work in the Pig. He started milking the Pig’s cock like a cow’s udder. The Pig said his cock has never felt so sensitive. To help the Pig get off the Top reached up and stared manipulating the plug in the Pig’s ass. That seemed to help because the Pig started rocking his hips to fuck the plug in his ass. It was at this time the Top wished he had brought a bigger plug. He wondered how much more the Pig could take in his cunt. He saw precum start dripping out of the Pig’s cock. He knew the plug in the Pig’s ass was hitting his prostate and that when he bent the plug. It had been over 20 minutes since the Top pissed in the Pig’s ass. He knew the chem piss would be working it’s magic by now. Everything he felt so far will drive him to crave anything up his ass by anyone. It will eventually drive him into some of the most depraved actions that can be had by a true Bottom pig fagot. He had no idea how far or where these cravings would take him, he just knew he needed more. He was now truly addicted to anal play and soon submission.

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Had to do a late drive the other night…I’d been to seen my brother and left his bout 11.50pm …its only a 2.5 hour drive home and I wasn’t rushing. Got to a services on and needed coffee and a piss. Was at the urinal when I noticed a bloke three down was just stood there dick out looking at me. …I wasn’t sure he was after some so went to my wash hands ..this time he stood right next to me …it was now bout 01.10 and there was no one in the place …I said “alright mate” …he said “yeah and was I looking?” …I’m proper slow sometimes but I finally was like “yeah mate could be” He then looks round see if the coast is clear and grabs my arse..leans in and snogs me. He’s in his 40s I think ..bit chubby and looks hairy …beard balding but good daddy vibes 😜 Great kisser …any how he takes me in to one of the shower rooms (its a services that cater for a lot of HGV drivers) …its a bit damp but clean in there and we strip …both bollock naked snogging and wanking …he says “you want fucking mate?” …im a bit hesitant cos I haven’t cleaned out but think im prob good to go …so say “yeah” …”nice one” Bit more wanking and bend over to suck his thick dick …bit musky …nice …loads of pre-cum and his foreskin slides back easy …he’s reaching my hole with a wet finger …”turn round mate” I do and brace myself n the shower cubicle …he rubs his wet dick on my hole “you clean mate?” He asks ….”yeah think so” …”what it bare?” He asks …all the while rubbing my hole …im like “fuck yeah mate” …but still he’s not going for it …still rubbing and really turning me on…”you on prep mate?” …”yeah …why you poz ?” …that’s when he finally pops the head of his cock in me and slowly pulls me on to him …”yeah mate i am" …he fucks me slow and steady for a good while …and I'm proper getting off on it …my cock is drooling pre-cum and cum he’s hitting the spot …then picks up the pace …”bloody hell mate your arse is fantastic”…im wanking and about to blow when he pulls me on to him and blows a big load in me and it make me shoot my load on the wall …he slowly pumps my are a couple more times and pulls out. I wipe my arse with a tissue pleased to see just cum …and we get dressed …he’s like “your a hot lad ..thanks for the fuck mate” …and other small talk …find out he’s been poz for about 6 months and so far I was the first lad to let him cum inside since he started telling people …he’s not long been telling them …nice bloke …very nice fuck we swapped numbers

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

I hadn’t seen my mate Jon for some time. The last time we saw each other in the flesh was three years ago. We’d been texting on and off since, and had made plans to meet when I was next in his area, but nothing seemed to happen. I’d known that he’d become poz, and while that was a slight turn on, and I admit I’d jacked off to the idea of him pozzing me, I knew it was ultimately irresponsible thoughts. We’d finally got around to having some free time, and arranged a weekend when we were both about. We used to gear up and fuck in his sling back in the day. I knew that it would be cheeky to assume this would happen regardless whenever we met. I liked him too much as a friend and known him too long to take the piss and expect sex every time we saw each other. He’d told me that it would be a mellow weekend and, he’d welcome the company. He’d been having the occasional mojo loss apparently. One of those side effects of becoming poz which I fully respected. I told him that it would be fine, but would he mind if I wore a little something, as we’d always felt free and comfortable hanging out in some rubber. He was cool about that, and so I popped a couple of bits in my bag to change into when I got there. So we met up, was good to see him after all this time. He’d been completely freaked out by becoming poz. His messages to be were initially all of concern and worry, and then he seemed to relax back into his old self once he started meds. We’d even text filthily about brotherhood and pozzing once he got into his groove. I knew he wouldn’t want to hurt me, and we were too close. I was surprised at how he looked – no major changes, but a certain look about him that I’d discovered poz men have. Whether through meds or how severe things were. He still looked good, but I knew that he had had a few issues about it all over time. As the afternoon wore on, he said to make myself at home and slip into something more comfortable if I fancied. It felt a bit awkward, but he said he was totally fine about it. So I thought I’d pop a rubber vest and shorts on, and then came back into the room and joined him on the sofa. “Ooh nice” he said and smiled. “I might have to join you after all”. I thought that would be great. It had been ages and just feeling comfortable around each other in gear was great. He came back into the room with similar gear on. His chap shorts with the yellow stripe and jock looked as hot as ever, as was the zip up vest. I’ll admit my cock was stirring when I saw him like that. However we were behaving and you know, it’s not just all about sex, yeah? He went and got us a couple of drinks and we laid back and stared bored towards the TV. Some quiz show or other. I wasn’t really sure. However I started feeling a bit weird. Headachey, and also like I’d taken some Nytol or sleep aid. Admittedly it had been a long day and so wasn’t that bothered at first. “He put his hand on my stomach and gentled rubbed my nipples. Oh man, it was fantastic. “You’re looking good mate”, he said. “You too fella. Have missed this, just hanging out” Staring into his eyes as he grinned. I thought nothing of how I was feeling otherwise, just fully in the moment enjoying time with my mate in gear. He leaned in to kiss me and it was just like the old days. I assumed kissing would be fine. People would still kiss if they weren’t feeling sexual. Or at least I assumed. I was starting to get hard in my shorts increasingly lost in the moment, not feeling like I was in a hurry to get up or move out of his way. His hand moved down to my crotch and he gently stroked to hardening rubber bulge “Hmmm, nice”. I had missed this, and so was lost in the moment. He began to unzip my crotch and I just let him do it. Thinking that if this was a loss of mojo, then lord knows what he’d be like when his mojo was back. Just mates. Enjoying each other. He knew how to work me, after all these years, and I was letting him. I hadn’t thought where this was heading. Just loved and was living the moment. We came up for air and I reached to finish off my drink. I drained the bottle and thought it tasted a little sediment-y at the bottom. I just assumed it was the beer. I’d not heard of the brand before, as I’m not a craft beer drinker, so just believed that this was craft beers tasted like. Then I stood up, almost as if to halt what might be happening between us. I felt quite dizzy and asked for some water. That was the last thing I remembered then anyway. Waking up a little later, I groggily looked at my surroundings. The heat of the day had made the sheets sticky and, oh… this was his rubber playsheet. I recognised it from many times. How did I get here? I also felt a weight on my neck. A chain and padlock. I sure as hell wasn’t wearing that earlier. I started to feel a bit concerned and tried to focus. It was his playroom. I’d been here many times before but just wasn’t expecting to be in it on this occasion. I tried to look around and spot where he was. I could see him in the chair across the room. “Hello mate. You’re back with us then?” He was grinning. I just felt like I’d embarrassed myself and passed out. “I just needed to get you a bit more on my wavelength mate. You see, yes it’s technically true the meds are playing with my head and libido. What I didn’t mention was that I decided to bin them. I’m ‘between meds’ so to speak. Well, that’s if I decide to restart them again that is”. Now I was a tad concerned. This seemed a bit of a set-up. “You always seemed to get off on the idea of me being poz, and that’s horny. However I’ve been getting off on the idea of you being poz too. But as you say, ‘it’s all horny chat’” Oh shit, where was this heading? I thought. “But you know, I get the feeling that you want to join us. And I want you to join us too” Shit. He’s gone into gifter mode. Fuck. I tried to pull myself up, only to realise the chain around my neck was tugging on something else. Oh fuck. He’s secured me like some animal. I looked over and he was grinning. He stood up and came towards me, and put me in a headlock and stuff a bottle of poppers under my nose. Jesus fuck they were strong. My cock seemed to strain harder than ever. Chemical lust fled through my head into my brain. He uzipped his cock and jerked it into my face, it’s a hot cock, and at that moment it looked like a work of art and the tastiest thing ever. “Feed” I was both terrified but horny as fuck. Maybe this was some scene or something. Maybe he was horny and wanted to do a bit of role play. I filled my mouth with that cock. A brief flash reminded me that it was slightly different now. Not necessarily in form, but, you know, it was now poz. “Nice mate. You see, I know that you want this. And I want this too. I want to free you. I want you to be my pozbrother. That’s why I decided to arrange this recruitment session” I was too far gone to recognise logic or sense by this point. Just devouring that beautiful poz cock. He looked magnificent. It was somehow what I imagined but never genuinely thought it would be like. Someone who I’ve known and loved all these years now wanting me to become like him. It was fucked up, but increasingly I was loving it. It was all making perfect sense. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around. As much as I could with the limited movement, I was now obeying his every word. My hole was seemingly asking for it, suddenly hungry. “This ain’t gonna take long pig. I’ve been edging watching you and didn’t want to allow for any time to elapse before you realised what I was doing” Shit. This was it. He was off meds and about to fire toxic cum into me. I would have applauded his enterprise had it not circled around him infecting me. Yet my cock was reacting well enough and he was being pretty rough regardless. We’d had some hardcore sessions in the past but this was something else. Like he had drive and purpose. “You and I have a great future ahead of us now. Let me make you a convert, let me make you into a brother like… Aaaaargh!” Hang on. He’s… he’s just flooded my hole with cum. No, no, no, no, no. This must be a trick. Some set up. He lowers his weight upon me and whispers in my ear “Welcome to the brotherhood” There it was. The moment I’d wanked about. The moment I genuinely feared, but secretly wanted. It was a strange feeling. We were both there. Intimate, yet still brutal. I was his prey, or that’s how it felt anyway. Yet his determination and poz worldview saw me as a target for assimilation. I was both terrified and turned on. Honoured, even. “Why didn’t you just say you wanted to do this?” I panted. “Because I knew you’d chicken out. I knew that the reality of the situation would scare you off. I had to make sure that didn’t happen, otherwise I’d never have claimed you” I was half dumbstruck but also touched at his words. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the flu starts kicking off within a fortnight. I’ve been off meds a while, and the last guy I bred a month ago has already come back to thank me for bringing him into the brotherhood. You have one load in you now anyway. I will happily fuck you a couple more times just to make sure” There’s no rational response to that. All I could look at the tenderness, and the hunger of him. This was brand new territory. One of my best mates wanted me to be poz like him so I could enjoy that life, and I knew that I would come around to thanking him eventually. All I could do now was to look him in the eye and say “Yes brother. Make me like you. Let us become one.”

I am a paramedic and have had a few positive loads from Aids patients during a medical transport. I wanted to increase my chances of getting the gift so I took a volunteer position at a nursing home. I chose this particular nursing home because they had a whole wing at this facility, dedicated for AIDS patients usually on hospice. Since my medical background, it was easy to fit in. I would do duties as empty bedpans, make up beds and then give baths to patients. The later was my favorite task, and I got to get my hands on a constant flow of patients. And since a lot of times my bedside manner would include, hand jobs, blow jobs, kissing, and letting them fuck me, I would get requests for a lot of patients. Since our unit was understaffed, it was easy for me to get a lot of one on one time with patient. Also, due to confidentiality, I will not disclose the facility or names of actual patients, but will give them a false name. Last week, I was told I would not have to do collecting of blood and empty bedpans, since I was happy to give baths to all the patients. Out of the bunch, were a total of 51 patients, and out of the 51, all tested HIV poz, 32 of them had full blown AIDS. I was thrilled, and told the head nurse that when giving baths to patients, I noticed most would take a bowel movement and would need my assistance to use the restroom. They were fine with that. Okay, that brings us to Last Thursday, St Patrick's Day. into Gregs room, and was giving him his bath, he had just brushed his teeth and didn't smell bad at all. I wished him a happy St Patrick's Day, and in kidding with him I said, I hope your wearing green, or you have to give up a kiss. His light blue robe was untired and loose, and his response was asking me to "come here". I leaned down to see what he wanted to show me, and our eyes met and we kissed...like a long open mouth sloppy tongue kiss for about a 2-3 minute period. He had taken my hand as we were making out, and guided it to his growing cock under his gown. When we finally broke our kiss, I told him I want more of that. I went over and pulled the door to as I also drew the privacy sheet between us and the door. When I went back in, Josh had pulled the sheet back to reveal his hard cock. Precum had a huge droplet on the tip, so I reached down and scooped it up with my finger, with the other had, I had loosened the string of my scrub pants and let it slide down to my knees, He saw I had a hard cock too, showing my 7" boner. My wet finger tip coated with AIDS precum, I inserted my wet finger tip into my own ass. This turned him on a lot, since he hasn't played with anyone for a long while. He reached down to finger my ass some as I leaned over to kiss him some more and then started sucking on his cock. Now his precum was flowing steadily and the taste was still salty but good. I looked up at him and asked if he could stand leaning against the bed? He said yes, so I used the remote to lower his bed, and swung his legs around. I whispered to him to fuck me, and he cautioned me that he was full blown AIDS, and I said I know, I am your nurse. I then said to him, do you want to lecture me or do you want to fuck me. He said he wanted to fuck me really bad. I said, come on, show me what you have. So he entered me pretty easy since all of his precum fluid, and he was about 8 inches in length, and yes he remembered how to fuck. He said he was close to cumming and I looked back to him and told him to breed me good and deep. This put him over the top and he shot about 8-10 volleys of thick AIDs cum up into me. When he finished, I let him stay in me until he went soft. When he slipped out, I put him back in bed and sucked him clean. He said wow...that was fantastic...and we kissed again as I thanked him. I told him I had another date and would need to leave, but if he needed anything, just ask for me on the intercom. I had to put a feminine napkin in my underwear so the other nurses would see and wet cum leaking from my ass onto my scrub pants. I straightened up and onto the next room....

Has anyone ever used a fuck machine? Either as a bottom on yourself or as a top on a bottom (or two Bottoms)? I saw an ad from Fortroff and watched the video on their website (see: http://www.forttroff.com/product/81000.html ) It looks like it can go as long and deep and hard as you want. For when there is no top around or to prepare for a fuck later? Curious to hear if anyone has used one and what the experience was like. Of course the real thing is better but I would love to try it to see what it feels like.

First, CONGRATS on regaining your health, and what sounds like a prognosis full of hope for a long, productive life. It sounds like you were able to make the right decisions, given the correct information. Your relative also had a far longer life than he might have - your family must possess very strong genes - and he too lived a long life, with the ability to choose how and when he left this plane of existance. How very, very fortunate for him, and the rest of his loved ones. Most fortunate of all, it seems as though the medical people were caring and compassionate of their patients first and foremost, and worried about other, ancillary issues secondly. I'm very glad you experienced these medical folks that put humanity first, and understood how crucial that is to the patient and the survivors. Thanks for the reply.

THE WEEKEND I figured Zeus and Sleeper had gone off for some private time, but was happy to see them return. I didn’t think either one of them would be careless but I couldn’t help the worry taking up a small space in the back of my mind. They returned subdued and I wondered what had happened because Sleeper wasn’t walking with his usual swagger. “What’s going on, guys?” I asked. Sleeper looked at Zeus and although he remained expressionless there was a deep undercurrent of uncertainty and sadness that radiated from his posture. “We need to talk to you, buddy.” Sleeper replied. I nodded. If Sleeper wanted to talk, this wasn’t something minor. My best friend wasn’t someone who found it difficult to sort out his own head. “Somewhere private then. We don’t have a lot of time. How about outside on the benches? Less chance our voices will carry.” Walking out the door the brothers all glanced at us. I made a motion with my hand to let them know I’d handle it. I could tell they’d noticed Zeus and Sleeper’s odd behavior and wanted to help. I selected a spot far enough away from the group of smokers getting their final cigarette of the night. Until Airborne it hadn’t occurred to me that the Bravos didn’t have a single smoker which I found curious. That defied the odds. After sitting down, I asked Zeus first. “Buddy, what’s wrong?” Zeus’s broad shoulders sank, his eyes refused to stray from the ground in front of him. The uncharacteristically quiet night was chilly. “I’m being bad again.” The fog from our breathing seemed to linger longer than it should as if it held the weight of our feelings. Sleeper shook his head and an angry look crossed his face. It passed quickly. He reached out and put his hand on Zeus’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Gabriel. This is my fault. We shouldn’t have taken our walk.” Of course I was curious. But I didn’t need to know the particulars to understand that Zeus’s issue wasn’t what happened on the walk, it was deeper. I read the signs: Sleeper was upset on behalf of Zeus, not because of him. Zeus was dealing with something that he would never blame Sleeper for and it sounded like he was blaming himself. “Gabriel, look at me, please.” I said. When Zeus looked up, his eyes glistened with unshed tears. This giant, capable soldier looked like a lost little boy and I couldn’t understand how someone who was so much larger than life could shrink himself down to appear so pitiful. “You aren’t bad, Gabriel. What do you want? What does your heart tell you?” Zeus shifted his gaze to Sleeper, and tears fell silently from his eyes. I had to force myself to breathe through the overwhelming wave of sadness that bordered on despair that hit me. “You love Sleeper.” I said and sighed. I knew this was coming. I didn’t think Sleeper would break this gentle man’s heart, but I hadn’t had a chance to have that talk with my best friend like I wanted. I studied Sleeper’s face, his body language. He wasn’t holding back from Zeus, in fact his hand had moved up to stroke Zeus’s handsome broken face, his thumb wiping the tears that fell. No, Sleeper hadn’t broken Zeus’s heart. He cared deeply about Zeus. “And you, Sleeper? What are you thinking?” Sleeper shrugged, his eyes never leaving Zeus’s face. “I love him back. I figured that out tonight. I’d do anything for him, but I don’t know how to fix this.” He said softly. I tilted my head. “Fix what? Nothing needs to be fixed. You love each other.” “Assmunch, the Army -“ Sleeper started. “So what?” I interrupted him. “Do you think you’re the only ones who have to hide? This isn’t about a stupid policy. Look, at some point there’s always going to be a conflict with what the Army wants and what you want. My dad had to face that decision more than once. Sometimes he chose the Army. Sometimes he had to choose his family. That’s something you figure out when it comes up. This… this is about something else for Zeus.” Sleeper took a breath. “It won’t work, Andrew. And Gabriel doesn’t want to break the rules.” Maybe it was my recent reconciliation with Kevin, maybe it was because I was still basically a kid, but I felt they shouldn’t just give up. A wiser, older me may have agreed with Sleeper’s assessment. Yeah, Sleeper was just Sleeper about it, rolling with the punches and recognizing when he was out matched. In sports you learned to accept defeat without internalizing it and used it as a lesson to correct your mistakes so that you could come back and fight better the next time. But Zeus didn’t seem to have learned any of that. In fact, Zeus appeared to give up the fight before he even stepped on the mat. “Zeus, why do you have scars all over you?” I asked him. Zeus looked down at his big hands which were gripping his thighs. “I was bad. I had to be punished.” That much I figured out already. The real question was why… and who. “What did you do?” It didn’t seem possible, but Zeus shrunk down even further until he looked small and helpless. I could swear he was a child in that moment, no older than 12, weak, uncertain, his voice was no longer broad and deep, no rumbling vibration caressed my body when he spoke about growing up and his brother. Sleeper and I exchanged frequent alarmed stares as we listened to what had been done to our friend. He quoted Bible verses often as a way to explain, but the worst part was the slow progression of how his spirit had been torn apart and crushed which he related without understanding what had been stolen from him by his brother’s ever increasing cruelty. Zeus remembered every strapping. They began with legitimate but minor infractions (still not worthy of being whipped by a thin leather rein, even so). Then gradually they occurred for things Zeus couldn’t help or had no control over. After a few years Ezekiel began whipping him for things that weren’t mistakes or misbehavior and it became apparent Zeus was simply a target on which Ezekiel could express his anger and cruelty. “I wasn’t supposed to…” “A man should always…” “The Bible says…” “It was my fault….” “I didn’t listen…” “It was his job to teach me…” “I had to learn…” With every repetition it became clearer and clearer that Zeus’s brother Ezekiel was an angry, bitter, cruel man who didn’t actually care about Zeus at all, in spite of his insistence that it was for Zeus’s own good. The events Zeus described were ordinary kid things, not a single one of them were actually bad or malicious. Not closing the screen door all the way… or letting it slam… Zeus got ten straps for that. He interrupted his brother’s work when he was 12 to tell him he’d gotten an award for being the fastest to complete his math tables in the contest that day for his class, so excited and happy that Ezekiel would be proud he’d done so well. He’d gotten 15 straps for stopping Ezekiel’s work, and for not immediately getting to his own chores when he got home. He got whipped for giving his favorite horse a half a carrot one day. He got whipped for not wanting to be whipped. Holy. FUCKING. HELL. I don’t know how Zeus had survived all that without being completely broken. I wanted to kill. I’d always wondered if the time came when I saw real combat if I had it in me to actually kill another human being. Some soldiers don’t, you know. Some soldiers never fire a single round in combat. Others will fire, but deliberately miss. Look it up, it’s a common battlefield problem. But now, I had no uncertainty. Oh, I fucking had it in me, I could absolutely put a fucking bullet right through the center of Ezekiel’s skull. I’d gladly watch his black, oily, evil brain splatter as the round exited the back of his worthless head. A bullet was too good for him, though. The words of Gutter, the Army Ranger who’d instructed us for that week in Germany came back to me. “Your kill should be cold, it shouldn’t be personal. Your enemy is an obstacle, that’s all. If you’re angry, if you want him to suffer, you care about him too much.” I couldn’t be cold about this. I felt like throwing up. What kind of person could whip a little kid until he bled? Sleeper was furious, and tears were coming out of his eyes at the same time. His breath was coming in deep, shaky, heaving snorts like the whuff of a bull about to charge. I felt that tingling flush across my body as I finally put the last piece of Zeus’s puzzle together in my head. If I had admired Zeus before, now I felt what I can only describe as a righteous, protective love that raged through me like a violent thunderstorm mixed with an intense pride at the strength it must have taken to come out the other side as probably the most upright, decent man I’d ever met. That he could still feel anything good was a miracle and it only emphasized that Zeus was greater than us all. He’d endured years of abuse that was worse than torture. I understood how Puppy Dog Zeus could share this massive body with serious, quiet, masterful Zeus. What had been done to him froze a part of his mind at a child’s age before it formed adult thoughts, the happy part before the pain. There was no happiness for Zeus after his father died and Ezekiel took over. Every piece of happy in him was a child’s version of happy. In spite of his brother’s insistence that he become a man, Ezekiel’s actions ensured Zeus would never fully become one. Zeus was faking it all, doing what he’d been told without understanding why men acted like men. Knowing the rules, and knowing WHY there were rules were two very different things. The former you followed blindly, the latter you reasoned through so you could judge when the rules were appropriate and necessary, and when they didn’t serve the situation. This wasn’t about being good, and being bad. Zeus would never truly know the difference until he saw it from a different perspective than he’d been brainwashed through torture to learn. “Gabriel. Do you love Addison?” I asked him, struggling to keep my anger hidden from my voice. Zeus nodded. “If Addison did something bad…something truly bad, like stealing, would you give him a strapping to teach him a lesson?” Zeus looked up in fright. Then he looked at Sleeper. Shaking his head fast, he said “No, I could never hurt Addison. Never.” “What about me? Would you give me a strapping if you caught me stealing?” Zeus didn’t answer as fast, which was good. I needed him to think about it. I watched his eyes roam off. I wanted to actually chuckle because I could see his face screw up like a kid’s when they tried to think their way through something difficult. Ah, it was good to find some joy in all this darkness. Puppy Dog Zeus was just that - pure joy. It just made me love this big man more. So many of us lose the habits and mannerisms of youth, or learn to suppress them. I saw it happening in my little brother Tim. I felt another wave of understanding come to me about my parents and my Dad in particular. How you want your kids to grow up, but have to watch the exuberant joy of youth gradually fade, and how it becomes a battle inside you between wanting that joy to stay around as long as possible and resigning yourself to teaching them to bury it or hide it so the harsh realities of life won’t hurt them too badly. You have to walk a razor thin line balancing your love of who they are with what you want them to become. Once again, I found myself thanking my Dad for the lessons he taught me while letting me decide how to manage and control my youthful impulses. And through it all I knew my Mom and Dad loved me, even when they were angry at what I’d done. That time when we’d first moved to Texas and were in base housing and I’d accidentally put a hole in my bedroom wall play wrestling with Tim. Dad was angry, that would cost us money and this was Army property. You didn’t damage someone else’s property with carelessness. We fixed it, together. Dad made me do most of the work which seemed like a lot when I was 10, but I understood now it wasn’t really that difficult. The funny thing was it ended up being one of my favorite memories of Dad and I working together. And he told me when the paint was drying how proud he was of me, how I’d done an excellent job. “No, Andrew. I wouldn’t strap you even though you know stealing is bad.” Zeus finally replied. I wanted to ask him why, but it wasn’t time for him to see that yet. “Okay, but I did a bad thing. Would you let someone else give me a strapping?” Zeus scowled. “No. But I would make you give it back and I would tell you not to do it again.” “So, you wouldn’t strap Sleeper for doing something bad, and you wouldn’t strap me, and you won’t let someone else do it. Is strapping someone a good thing?” I asked. “I mean, hitting people is bad, right?” Zeus screwed up his face again. “You shouldn’t hit people, unless they deserve it.” Ah, good, I thought. Zeus COULD distinguish subtleties. “So, if Sleeper and I did something REALLY bad, REALLY deserved it… then you would give us a strapping?” “Andrew, no. You and Sleeper are good. I really like you. I couldn’t hurt you like that, even if you were really bad.” And my giant God sighed. Now. Maybe. “Gabriel. I don’t think Ezekiel liked you at all. If he loved you, like you love us, he wouldn’t have been able to do that to you, even if you were really bad. What Ezekiel did was bad, Gabriel. It was very bad.” “But…” Zeus trailed off. “Sleeper and I would never, NEVER give you a strapping no matter how bad you were, Gabriel. No one deserves that. Especially a child. You could do the worst thing you could possibly imagine, and we wouldn’t do it. Because we love you. You don’t hurt someone you love. When you love them, you do everything you can NOT to hurt them. Was your brother ever nice to you? Was he ever kind? Did he tell you he loved you?” Again, Zeus was lost in silent thought. His face became more and more troubled. He began blinking rapidly, and I saw his chest start to heave with short, shallow breaths. I think he was starting to panic. Thank God, Sleeper saw it too, and he immediately straddled the bench and pulled Zeus into a tight hug. “I love you, buddy.” I heard Sleeper whisper to him, nuzzling his face into Zeus’s head. “You’re a good man. A very good man.” And Sleeper kept whispering to him, in gentle soothing tones, much of which I couldn’t hear. At possibly the worst time, I heard the crunch of boots on gravel. “Hey boys!” Lance Corporal Potter announced. Something about the Marine’s complete obliviousness to what was happening irritated me. Refusing to read the situation was unforgivable. I shot up and spun around. Private Battles was with him. “No.” I said, staring them down. “Go inside.” “Corporal. Go inside, please, Corporal, I think you meant to say.” I looked at him, letting my eyes blink slowly. What a fucking dickhead. I gave Lance Corporal Dickhead, who could probably pick me up and break my back over his knee, a half grin. “Interesting. I don’t see a uniform. I don’t see a rank insignia. I could check my watch, but I’m going to take a guess and point out we aren’t on duty and it’s after duty hours. Which means if he isn’t in my chain of command I can tell a Marine Lance Corporal anything I want. With respect, Potter, this is Bravo business. Go inside… please.” I gave him credit for letting it go, even though I’d given him the out he still had the presence and grace to take it rather than puffing up. Maybe he was only half a dickhead. A baby dickhead. Like a nub. Lance Corporal Nub. Fuck yeah, he might never know his nickname but I was entertaining the thought of making sure the brothers knew it. He darted a look at Sleeper and Zeus. I thought I read a brief puzzled look of concern cross his face. “Okay. Let us know if you need our help. I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t look good. If you need us, we’ll be with you.” I reluctantly gave him credit for finally reading the situation and actually being a brother about it. Dammit all to fucking hell. I wanted someone to hate right now, someone closer than Zeus’s brother Ezekiel. Potter and Battles could take it, wouldn’t bother them at all if I was to be a dick right back. But then Corporal Nub had to go and be a decent human. I was still going with the nickname, I decided. I’d keep it to myself, but his pathetic attempt to pull rank… a Corporal pulling rank… seriously? That earned him the honor of keeping his nickname. Maybe it was the Lance grade in front of his Corporal, maybe it was that Marine blood. I wasn’t going to waste brain energy trying to figure it out. “Thanks, much appreciated. Zeus is going to be okay. We got his back.” “You know Brickmann, I didn’t get it before, why they’d choose you to be the leader. I think I do now.” And he nodded his head to Battles then went inside the barracks. Battles hung back a moment longer, staring at me with a considering look that reminded me of Kevin taking me apart. I think Battles had the same gears in his head. Hmmm, smart Marines. How unexpected. I think I liked them just a little bit more. I turned around and found Zeus and Sleeper in the same position. Zeus appeared a little less small, less shrunken in on himself. Sleeper was still nuzzled up against his ear with his eyes closed, his legs sandwiching Zeus’s larger hips and thighs. I unbuttoned my uniform shirt and took a quick look around, marking the building, the corners, the roofline, the other tables which were empty. A look behind me indicated no one was coming up the path. “All clear, Sleeper. Go ahead.” And I raised my arms in a big stretching yawn which opened up my shirt and covered three quarters of the view as I stood above them. The kiss I saw almost made me cry. ********** It was a couple minutes to bed check when we got inside. I bobbed my head in a nod to the Bravos at the unspoken question in their looks. They all immediately relaxed and if they weren’t already in their bunks under the blankets they quickly climbed in. I noticed Potter and Battles down the bay and gave them a nod of thanks. Nub and Gears. Maybe I’d let them in on it if we bonded during this course. I was pretty sure they would see the humor in it. Zeus seemed more himself as he walked to his rack. For the first time since I’d known him, Zeus undressed by his rack, hung his uniform in his locker, stripped off his undershirt and pulled out his pajamas. He stood there in just his white boxers. Again, the entire bay came to a stillness. I refused to look away from Zeus’s magnificent body, but if I did I knew I’d see everyone staring eagerly with looks that varied from complete adoration to lust. Just the way his muscles rippled and bunched when he moved was like a siren song that called to you and urged you to sink beneath the waves of his masculine strength. I felt like he was pulling me towards him yet I wasn’t moving, I couldn’t move if I wanted to, not until he told me to. Zeus pulled out his puppy dog pajamas, the ones his mother had sent him. I felt a smile come to my face. Now that I knew a bit more about how Zeus grew up, it was obvious that at least his mother loved him and that she probably hadn’t bought those pajamas for him. She’d probably made them, sewed them herself, which solved the mystery of how you get German Shepard puppy dog pajamas for a beast like Zeus. I’d never seen him put them on before, only ever seen him wear them, but somehow I felt this time was different for him. He paused for a moment and looked at them. He put a hand on one of the puppies that frolicked, stroking it with a couple fingers. He smiled, like a little boy on Christmas Day, lost in some memory of happiness. I had held myself together until then spurred on by anger and determination for my friend. All that left me suddenly as my tears started to fall. I couldn’t help but think that little boy was free now to become a man. We’d have to guide him there, teach him the things that his brother SHOULD have taught him instead of crushing his spirit but this was something the Bravos could do for our God. I knew I would have to stay on my toes. Some of the brothers had some stupid idiot ideas about what men should do. After Zeus dressed he climbed into his bunk. The duty Sergeant had done a bed check and turned out the main lights before leaving. I was almost asleep when Zeus’s voice echoed through the bay. “Good night everyone.” We didn’t say good night in the Army. Not like that, not to everyone. It felt weird, but then I questioned why. There’s nothing wrong with being nice. But then I remembered, if this wasn’t Jump School, we’d have a Sergeant screaming from the end of the bay to shut the fuck up and knock ourselves out or he’d come do it for us. That made me chuckle. “Good night Zeus, go to sleep.” I said back. “Good night John Boy.” Demon called out. Some smart ass from the randoms called out. “Good night Mary Ellen.” Which made everyone laugh. Yeah, like we were The Waltons. Zeus and Holler probably came the closest to being a Walton. Everyone laughed again when Zeus asked “Who’s Mary Ellen?” ******* TOWER WEEK The second week of the Army Basic Airborne Course was Tower Week. Everyone in the Bravos had made it through Ground Week. That’s not to say it was easy, we were just at the top of our game. Four of the randoms either dropped or cycled out for one reason or another - injury, unconquerable fear of heights, or lack of physical fitness were the most common reasons for soldiers to fail Ground Week but I couldn’t believe some of the failures were the result of lack of preparation and studying. Part of the course was knowing your equipment and procedure and the Black Hats constantly evaluated your proficiency and knowledge. Where were your hands? What was this part of the harness called? Were you paying attention to your Jumpmaster? We ran everywhere back and forth, barracks, chow, classroom, field. The 34 foot tower was no joke because it was high enough to put the thought in your head that if your equipment failed you’d plummet to your death. Stepping out that door the first time was a moment of faith. The first lesson of the day after our PT run of 3 miles (up from the 2 &1/2 miles during Ground Week) and breakfast was the Suspended Harness and Swing Landing Trainer, or the SLT. On the Suspended Harness were were clipped in to mock parachute riser slips, those two straps that came down from your parachute canopy that you used to guide your movement in the air. Our group and one other, about a hundred troops were all lined up under an open sided metal roofed building that contained overhead lines and hanging lift assemblies from which descended the mock riser slips that we were taught how to attach to our harnesses. Our Black Hats explained where to put our hands, how to grip, how to position our bodies and once again the repetition of keeping our knees and feet together and keeping our head down chin to chest. Frequently and repeatedly we pulled ourselves up from the ground using our grip on the riser slips to hand suspended using only the strength of our arms while the instructor pointed out corrections or what we should focus on. And while it wasn’t exactly groping, no body part was safe from a Black Hat’s hands so you got used to being touched everywhere. The Swing Landing Trainer was next. This was an apparatus similar to the Suspended Harness only with movement. From an eight foot high platform we individually stepped off to swing suspended as we moved horizontally down a zip line that was maybe 20 feet long. Again, we were reminded to keep our feet and knees together. You’d be surprised how easy that was to forget when you had five other things to focus on. That was deliberate, we were told. It had to be ingrained, unconscious, automatic. Feet and knees together was what kept you from a stupid avoidable injury during landing. And we practiced that PLF, the Parachute Landing Fall, again on the SLT but it was different because this time were were actually moving sideways rather than just falling vertically. It was kind of cool, I thought, because you hung swinging back and forth four feet off the gravel pit while the Black Hat called instructions to you and you had no idea when the drop would come. You had to be ready the entire time to execute your PLF. Everything was geared toward muscle memory and being able to do it in your sleep. And trust me, you dreamed about it at night. Over and over again we moved through the line to jump off that platform. By lunch time my groin hurt from the harness straps, and my hips ached. You didn’t always roll when you hit even though you tried. About half the time your feet hit and instead of rolling calves to knees to hips to shoulders you just went feet to hips. We were definitely doing massages again tonight. But after a while I was looking forward to stepping off that platform even though I hadn’t yet been able to ignore the jolt to my groin I knew was coming. Some of the guys were leaning forward to go off instead of a lean and step so they wouldn’t have to experience that jerk at the bottom. Of course they were corrected by the ever watchful Black Hat. We were taught how to detach ourselves from our canopy after laying on the ground. The rest of the morning was ground practice for the mock door mass exit, which thankfully gave our abused bodies a break from the punishment of harness chafe and hip and shoulder beating from the PLF. Fucking hell. The mass exit training involved attaching your static line clip to the anchor line, internalizing the timing of the Airborne Shuffle (that interval of shuffling that your entire line moved at towards the door) which was one second for each soldier, do not rush the door, do not pause at the door. The mock door was just three feet off the ground and it was a free standing actual C-130 door we’d eventually be jumping out of if we made it to Jump Week. The mock door was at the end of a 10 foot long wooden platform with steps and that was where we lined up. It started to feel real. We practiced handing off our static line to the Jumpmaster which was the strap that pulled our parachute out of our packs after we left the aircraft. Lean, step, feet together knees together, hit the ground with both feet, knees and feet together, no PLF, hop away keeping your feet and knees together. Did I mention keep your feet and knees together? Yeah, you should keep your feet and knees together. One of the big lessons was how to hold our static line and position of our arms while doing so. In class we were told a few horror stories of jumpers who got tangled in their static line and it wasn’t pretty. And we finally had our combat gear, our rucks, clipped to our harness below our reserve chute. “You will not pause at the door.” The Black Hat said to the group gathered by the platform. “Move forward in a smooth controlled shuffle. Follow the instructions of the Jumpmaster exactly and watch for his go. Your secondary Jumpmaster will control you with his hands towards the exit door.” The Jumpmaster was the Instructor who manned the exit door. There were actually two, one at the door to grab your static line and a secondary three steps away to do a final visual equipment check and verify you were clipped onto the anchor line properly with your arm in the right position and keep you moving. “It helps if you keep time in your head as the soldiers in front of you move - shuffle, step, exit. Shuffle, step, exit. Shuffle, step, exit. Do NOT touch or adjust your equipment as you move towards the exit. Keep your left hand firmly on your static line until the Jumpmaster pulls it from your hand. RELEASE your static line when he grabs it, NOT BEFORE. Your combat gear will feel unbalanced and awkward where it hangs from your harness down in front of you as you climb the steps but YOU ARE NOT TO LIFT IT OR MOVE IT IN ANY WAY. By this time you should know not to talk as you move toward your jump.” This would be the first time we practiced with our rucks clipped to the front of our harnesses and they hung in front of our thighs down just below our knees. The taller you were, the fewer problems you had, so Weeble was going to have a tough time of it. Between his helmet, main chute pack, his reserve and his ruck you almost couldn’t see a soldier. We were positioned in line in no specific order. I was in the rear of our group, not dead last but five men away. The morning was cold but it had warmed up to 42 degrees and it was grey and overcast. Everyone seemed eager for this. This was the last piece of the process of jumping. We’d been trained and practiced landing, moving, and exiting. After this we’d put it all together for mass exit training from the 34 foot tower. And after lunch, that was the rest of our day until 1600 hrs when we had to inspect then secure our gear and equipment and return it to the building where we’d pick it up again the next day. In spite of the amount of time we spent standing around waiting to practice our exit, we were all pretty exhausted. In the Airborne course we were of course free and at liberty after evening chow and some of the students went off for various fun or activities on the base. We’d all learned the first week that timing was important. The base gym was busiest just after 1700 hours, up until 1900 hours. So the Bravos tended to barracks duties until then. Our two Marines and the Navy Corpsman attached themselves to the brotherhood and had started to become unofficial members of the Bravos. Even though we were dragging ass, we still ran the mile and a half distance to the gym in our workout clothes. Half of the Bravos were focused on keeping up their general fitness and endurance, like Bootlicker, Wanker, Holler, Demon and Shark. They played half court basketball, did full body exercises on the mats along with pushups and sit-ups. The rest of us did weight training to build size and strength. We all started with some deep stretching using the buddy system to really push to full extension. Currently, I knelt behind Dumbo hugging him to twist his torso while he sat on the mat, holding the stretch. “Breathe, Dumbo.” I reminded him as I pulled him around just a little bit more. “Slow three count in…three count out. Okay, other way.” I let him rotate around to his left, grabbed him again and pulled. “Hold it, breathe…there you go. A little more… good.” I moved my hands to his ribs. “Left arm up, cross it behind your head to your right shoulder.” I grabbed his elbow with one hand, kept my other on his ribs. I pulled him over. “Ooooooohhhhh, yeah…”. He groaned as his sore muscles stretched. “Breathe.” I reminded him. While I was manipulating his body, I saw the Charlies walk in. I had a strange feeling come over me seeing the Charlies, like I was in two places at once. The time before we pulled our mutiny and thought the Charlies were all jackasses, and my recognition now that they were like an extension of the Bravos for me, my brothers. It was hard to reconcile. I wondered how much of our initial aversion to the Alphas, Charlies and Deltas was deliberately imposed competitiveness spurred on by the Sergeants. No, it was something else. Yeah, they definitely pitted us against each other. The Charlies were our main pain, Sarge letting us know every time the Charlies beat us in some qualification or task. We traded top rank with them over and over again, the Alphas and Deltas fighting it out for 3rd and 4th. The Charlies would take the lead, then we’d seize it back, then they’d outdo us, but we’d crush them again. We ran faster to beat the Charlies. We disassembled our various weapons and reassembled lightning quick to knock them back down to sniff our asses in second place. They’d never beaten us once in marksmanship. Navigation was always back and forth. We were champs at Comms and Intel because of Wanker and Bootlicker. We felt short in recon and mechanical. Strategy was a toss up, always, but I think that was because the Sarges got together to fuck with us, they loved fucking with us. It made the Bravos stronger, made everything an Us vs. Them situation. I got that tingling flush again. When you had an enemy, competition, doing well was not enough. You had to win. I had an idea. “Lamont!” I called to him. We didn’t have a chance to talk after we met up the evening of our first day. I hadn’t actually seen them during our training every day, and every evening I had the Bravos studying or doing barracks business. This past weekend would have been the first opportunity, but again I had a ton of shit to do. Thank God Sleeper and Zeus did my laundry waiting their turn in line. Who knows what the randoms did, most of them left the barracks to run amok on the base and enjoy themselves. I hoped the Bravos wouldn’t lose their focus like that. Time enough for fun and games after we accomplished whatever little game the higher ups in Command had in store for us. I knew there was a plan, you couldn’t miss the signs of our special training, keeping us as a group. I still wasn’t sure how we’d been selected or why, only that we were selected as individual soldiers from a diverse occupational background. We might never know. Lamont and the Charlies came to the mats. “How’d Ground Week go? Did everyone get through?” I asked him. “Hey Assmunch. Yeah, of course. Didn’t seem that hard. Hell, after Graf and Sergeant Horvath driving us to near collapse I’m not sure anything could take one of us out. How’d the Bravos do?” “Same, brother. Every now and then I give them a taste of our Sarge so they don’t get complacent.” I replied. Lamont chuckled. He leaned in and whispered. “Me too. I’ll never forget that hairy bastard.” “Want to stretch with us? I have a proposition.” I told him. “I’m intrigued. Sure.” “Sleeper,” I called to my best friend. “Go get the Bravos. We’re going to have a competition with our brothers, the Charlies.” I helped Lamont do his stretches, outlining my plan. “What are the stakes?” He asked. “I’d like to make it Platoon stakes, but can’t think of a prize we can all do easily as a group. So what about individual stakes? Match by match?” I offered. “Yeah, I think the guys would go for it. Good workout, too.” He responded. “Okay, you and I will choose the match ups, try to keep things even. Laundry service next weekend is the prize. Whoever loses has to do their winner’s laundry.” “Perfect. You go talk to your guys, I’ll talk to mine.” I went over to the Bravos and told them the plan. They were seriously hyped up. I figured they would be, it was the Charlies. Just then an older soldier, maybe in his late 30’s, came up to us. He was wearing marine silkies that showed his thick powerful bare thighs. “You guys done with the mats?” He asked. “Uh, not exactly. We were just about to start some hand to hand matches between our two groups.” I explained. “We can wait a bit if you need to use them, or give you some space. We only need a little for the matches.” “Actually,” he said looking around and taking us all in. He lingered just a little longer on Zeus and Sleeper. “I think I’d like to see this. Need a ref?” That was a relief. It was better to have an outside ref, otherwise Lamont and I would have to argue. “Absolutely!” I agreed. “Glad to have you. Private Brickmann, Airborne Course. Army.” I stuck my hand out. “Major Collins. Marines.” He shook my hand. Now, you might think because we were out of uniform, at the gym, outside of duty hours it would be first names and casual. And it would have been if our rank had been anywhere close. He wasn’t being a dick, and I certainly wasn’t bragging about being an Army Private. But you avoided mistakes if everyone knew where they stood. He didn’t want to hide his rank because there were certain things he HAD to report if he saw them, and he wanted me to know. I needed to let him know I was a trainee at Jump School. “A pleasure, Sir.” I said. “You ever do one of these?” I asked him. “Oh, here and there.” He said evasively. I chuckled. “Lamont, come meet the Major”. I called. Lamont came right over and stuck out his hand. “Private Lamont, Airborne Course. Army.” “My pleasure Private.” Major Collins said. “Lamont, Major Collins has offered to ref for us. Major, we usually do submission rules. Is that satisfactory?” “You’ve matched before?” He asked. “Yes, Sir. Many times. We don’t mess around, and everyone knows when to call it. You won’t have any idiots holding out too long here.” “Good, let’s keep it fun, but intense. Don’t want anyone to get dropped because of some off duty injury. ” “That’s the plan, Sir. My guys are the Bravos. Lamonts are the Charlies. Lamont, let’s get Zeus out of the way first. It’s never fair, no matter who you select to go against him.” “Yeah, it’s just sad to watch. I may as well send my weakest, Kilpatrick. Maybe he’ll just hug the big guy to death. I swear he’s got a crush on him.” I laughed. “We all have a crush on Zeus, bro.” Major Collins broke in. “Zeus is the big guy over there?” “Yeah.” I answered. “No one can even give him a challenge. He sits out most of the time.” “How about you two? Will you participate?” The Major asked. “We weren’t going to because we had to ref. But if you’re doing it, I’d like to. This is the first time we wouldn’t match in a Platoon challenge.” “Good. You guys go last then, against each other.” He suggested. “Give your guys one last chance to get some payback no matter which side has more losses. Seeing their leaders go head to head is good for them. And if you’re throwing away the match with Zeus, maybe I can start this off with some excitement.” He grinned and raised an eyebrow. Now Major Collins was absolutely in prime physical shape. Six feet tall, just slightly taller than me. He had to be 230, definitely knew his way around the weight room. His thighs alone could probably crush a man’s skull. The Major’s experience and Marine training would negate most of Zeus’s advantages of height and strength, which meant Zeus would have to be smart. “I think you might find it harder than you’re expecting, Sir. He’s a beast.” I warned him. “Outstanding.” The Major grunted. Just like a Marine to think getting the piss beaten out of him was a fun night out. Oh fuck, this was going to be good. “Zeus! You’re up first.” I called. “Sweats off, Zeus. This is going to be a real challenge. The Major respectfully requests that you don’t hold anything back.” Zeus took off his sweatpants and sweatshirt and stood there in his tee shirt and PT shorts. “Well fuck me.” Major Collins mumbled. “You get used to it.” I said. “Mostly.” “Submission rules, just like before. Let’s give them some room, brothers.” “I’m fighting a Major, Andrew?” Zeus questioned. “I’m not a Major in the ring, soldier. I’m your enemy. If you hold anything back I will crush you.” Major Collins said. He gave Zeus an intense stare. Zeus blinked, then looked at me. I nodded. Sleeper clapped him on the back and whispered something to him. Suddenly Zeus’s eyes changed, and I could swear I saw a predator sizing up his prey as he looked at the Marine Officer. “Start!” Lamont called out. Right out of the fucking gate Zeus took three steps and went into a grapple with Collins. Without a pause Zeus dropped his left shoulder suddenly, slipping free of the Major’s grip and drove his shoulder into Collins’ midsection, wrapped his arm around his waist to lift him off the ground and then arched back to throw the Major to the mat behind him. Zeus immediately flipped over and dove to try to pin the Major, but Collins wasn’t having any of it. He rolled away and was on his feet in less than two seconds. Zeus had sprung to his own feet right after failing to get Collins under him. “Nice move. It won’t work again.” Collins taunted. “I don’t need it to.” Zeus said calmly. Dangerously. Collins moved fast, way too fast. He was inside Zeus’s defense too fast for Zeus to grab him or hit him, and he got his left leg behind Zeus’s knee just as his forearm struck Zeus’s chest. Zeus began to tilt back in a fall. If Collins got him down it might end because I was pretty sure the Major knew about 50 ways to immobilize an opponent on the ground. But Zeus wasn’t a pushover… literally or figuratively. He twisted his torso opposite Collins’ position while grabbing the arm that struck him, using his own backwards momentum and body weight to drag the Major off his feet and over his body to throw him to the mat. Zeus learned his lesson from the first throw and this time he didn’t let the Major go from his grip. By now, our large group on the mats had drawn some attention, and others from the gym were coming over to watch. “Is that the Major?” I heard someone say. The Major had wisely flung his legs away when he was pulled over and he kicked his feet on the mat to flip himself back over on top of Zeus. Now they were face to face with the Marine on top. “Mount! Don’t let him inside, Zeus!” Sleeper called out. “Guard! Guard!” Zeus’s feet were planted on the mat and he managed to bring his right elbow in before Collins could wedge his head and shoulder. Zeus lifted his hips while forcing the Marine’s chest away with his right elbow. At the same time Collins was attempting to lock Zeus’s legs with his own. Zeus thrust up and forced Collins to disengage and they both scrambled back to their feet. Collins immediately tried for a head strike but Zeus turned into the attempted blow, brushed it aside with his forearm, spun and delivered an elbow to the Marine’s midsection. Collins was too savvy to let him get full contact and he danced back, abandoning his try to wrap Zeus’s chest with his other arm and bringing his knee up for a kidney shot which Zeus easily deflected with the arm that was in position from his elbow shot. The action happening was so rapid it seemed like each of them knew the other’s move before it happened, like a choreographed dance. I felt my pulse racing. I’d never seen Zeus go full out like this. They separated, studying each other. Neither was even breathing hard. Without an indication or warning, the Marine spun and kicked high towards Zeus’s head and my stomach clenched. It happened in the blink of an eye and I knew Zeus was going to get slammed. Fuck the Major was fast. Zeus’s right hand shot up just as the Major’s heel got within a foot of his head and the Marine’s ankle smacked into Zeus’s hand. The force of the kick had to be incredible but Zeus’s hand barely moved from the impact. Zeus’s huge hand gripped the Major’s ankle, Zeus ducked, twisted under Collins’ leg yanking his foot around and he pulled, hard. The Major was flung spinning face down to the mat and Zeus was already falling, his fist still wrapped around his opponent’s ankle. It was going to be a pin. Before Zeus made it down Collins flipped onto his back using Zeus’s hold on his leg to pull his knees in. If Zeus hit, Collins was going to deliver a double knee right to Zeus’s stomach. Zeus dive rolled, releasing the Major’s ankle, and somersaulted to his feet, facing away. Collins didn’t waste the opportunity having rolled to his knees he dived towards the back of Zeus’s legs but Zeus was already moving, dancing away. He allowed Collins to get to his feet. “I thought someone like you might be more accustomed to offensive moves and neglect defense, but you grab offensive opportunity from your defensive moves.” Collins said to Zeus. “You’re very fast, Sir.” Zeus replied. “But you’re not strong enough.” “I don’t need to be stronger than you, soldier.” Collins replied mysteriously. Their match had drawn a large crowd, and I think just about everyone that was in the gym had come to watch. Even the Charlies were cheering Zeus on, and the rest of the gym crowd was cheering on the Marine Major. “Then you should probably start fighting for real, Sir.” Zeus said. Huh? I didn’t see the Major holding back at all. Every attempted move or strike seemed intended to disable Zeus completely. Collins smiled at Zeus. “I’ll give you the same advice. You won’t hurt me too badly, and if I land anything on you you’ll have to cycle back through the course because you won’t be able to move for the next few days. So it’s up to you. Take me out in the next five moves or you lose your place in the course. I have nothing to lose. You have everything to lose.” The worried look on Zeus’s face when he heard the Marine’s words was quickly replaced by determination. The crowd had gone silent, most likely thinking the same thing I was thinking - they hadn’t been fighting all out? They’d just been toying with each other? And then the blows started, too fast to figure out, each movement, spin, punch, knee, kick, turn, dodge and block became another move, another attack. Blows were landed but neither of them allowed the full force of the blow to be absorbed. A turn to the side to avoid a head shot became a return knee to the midsection, which was blocked and became an attempt to grab the knee or waist, which opened up the opponent’s neck and shoulders for a drop elbow. Kicks were flung, blocked, countered and leveraged for opportunity to seize, twist or make a strike to a joint. Now both Zeus and the Major were grunting and sweat was pouring. I looked at my watch, this had gone on for 10 full minutes. Each of them had been knocked to the mat where the other tried for a submission, but neither could immobilize the other. Hell, I was sweating just watching this. It stopped being fun and easy and seemed like they were seriously trying to hurt each other. I nudged Lamont. “Should we stop this?” I whispered to him. “I think they are both loving the hell out of this, Assmunch. Let’s just trust them to know where to draw the line.” He answered. That was fine for him to say, it wasn’t his soldier at risk. The last thing I wanted was for Zeus to be cycled because he got hurt sparring. I’d give it another minute or so. It didn’t last that long. Collins began with a series of moves that seemed designed to flow into each other, and elicit specific defensive moves from Zeus. Zeus did not disappoint, but I got the distinct feeling I was watching a chess match. I knew a sacrifice was coming up, one designed to create an opening. Collins was leading Zeus, moving him exactly where he wanted him. Zeus was doing well, predicting every one of the Major’s moves. A puzzled look crossed Zeus’s face. I think he was figuring it out, but I didn’t think it would be in time. Collins would make his move soon, I could feel it, see his body getting ready. He was going to let Zeus hit him with everything, leave Zeus an opening he couldn’t refuse, but it would leave Zeus open to some trick or counter that would put an end to him. Just what the fuck was the Major planning to do? I almost couldn’t take it. I’d started out figuring the Major would win, but over the course of the match it looked like Zeus stood a chance. But now I was tense. I was back to concluding Zeus would lose but I feared the loss would be something brutal. Anything less and the Major would fail to submit him. Suddenly, it was there. Collins left his right side exposed, daring Zeus to take a shot. I begged him silently to miss it. I saw a resigned grin flash on Zeus’s face and he took the shot. Which allowed the left side of Zeus head to be open. Collins’ fist was already halfway to Zeus’s face when Zeus’s fist made contact with the Major’s ribs. I gave the Marine credit, he never flinched. He was committed to his plan. A half second after Zeus rocked him in the ribs, he was struck in the jaw by the Major’s knuckles. Zeus went down like a demolished building.

Hey Woodrow82, I wrote the ‘Certainly more’ comment before I read your explanatory notes, and I fully understand that you have to be in the headspace in order to produce writing of this quality. I applaud your decision not to continue and attempt to produce something that you feel will not be adequate, and I thank you for your courtesy in informing your readership of its status and the background to that decision.

Not being personal, but yes - a lot of you do. Go ahead - you're allowed - you can say none, and I won't blame you. You're still one of the sweetest boys on BZ. Iconoclasty is cool. But you try. You do your best, in the worst circumstances. You're caught up in it, and trying to do what little you can to focus on the patient's well-being in a holistic way. Why don't you become Surgeon General of the US ??? Nah - that's a bad idea - why sacrifice someone actually caring for the whole patient to the will of Big Medicine. They'd swallow you whole - bones and all.

Neither have I, unless it's solely to help those who have a decent chance of recovery. When, however, someone has zero chance of recovery, and only a marginal chance to "exist" a little while longer (if it can even be called "existing"), I have nothing but complete disgust with those in the medical field who are so afraid of violating their Hippocratic Oath, or more coarsely, a lawsuit, that they refuse to allow someone to pass with some measure of dignity. If the patient had signed documents years before, clearly expressing their disinclination to be "forced" to endure, would you still be uncomfortable allowing your patient some measure of dignity? I suspect not. Our internist of decades, became a friend, actually made me pull the plug out of the wall - he was afraid to do it - we gave his kid a job for chrissake - and he was still unable to do the decent thing. All these years later I am still so disgusted about what happened, and how much worse it would have been had I not been sleeping in the room too (the moment came shortly after midnight). I have close, intense and bitter experience with this, despite all the dnr's, documents drawn up by lawyers, and it didn't matter one bit. Fortunately, I was present at the critical moment, and intimidated the medical personnel that came running when the horns started honking. At least, he had me to run interference for him at the end. For myself, I have had every possible legal document made, filed, cc'd to counsel, everything there is to do. I just hope it works when it's my turn.

It had been a while since I last made use of a gloryhole I have in my apartment, which can be setup in 5-10 minutes. I've had the GH for 20 years. This morning I was feeling horny so decided to place an ad like this: I had three guys come over during the morning, two ended up breeding me and also swallowed one load. I had to go out so after my second breeding I was too horny and jerked off.

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4. Member of the Team I woke up naked covered in mud with a mouth that tasted like a sick raccoon had thrown up in it. My head felt kicked in by a moose. After the automated sprinklers went on way before dawn, I had been feverishly hot but the wetness and cold made me stir. I had no idea where I was. It was still dark. I heard hissing like snakes around me, then water gushed periodically over my skin. It took a couple of good drenches to motivate me get moving. It was a struggle, I got to tell you, just to get on my hands and knees. One palm on the ground, rest; one bent knee, rest; another palm on the ground—rising up was obviously going to take a while. By the time I got on all fours, I had pieced together enough flashes of the previous evening to realize there was a narrative, if I followed it, which led to me struggling to crawl out of the bushes, being soaked by a cold spray, and caked in mud. I had been fucked for the first time in my life. That part was now clear. I remembered it was by my hot roommate, who I subsequently fisted and jerked off in his ass. This was also a premiere event. I was in back of the library, but looking around, saw no sign of said hot roommate, good ol' fist and cock taker, Drake Chadwick. Pulling on clothes over a muddy body has got to be one of the most uncomfortable feelings in the world, but I’m not about to cross campus naked, so I suck it up and get back to the dorm uncomfortably but uneventfully. A Goth girl has done an all-nighter at the reception desk, and she wants to look at me as much as I want to be looked at. I slip up to my room, find it’s empty, and bring a towel to the group showers. I spend ten minutes just letting the warm spray wash over my head. When I get back to the room it’s still dark outside, and I lay on my bed, I swear, for two seconds, and instantly my alarm screams at me with the blinding sun shining through the open window. Still no beefcake Drake. Somehow I make it to the pool by seven a.m. For everyone but me this is first practice for the water polo team. Since I missed the tryouts, this is, by default, my tryout. I gotta admit to you, swimming’s my thing. I don’t know water polo from horsey polo. But it’s in a swimming pool, so how hard can it be. I’m wearing the Levi cutoffs from home, which is the only swimsuit I own. I stand out from the rest of the team like some Okie cousin. Everyone's in identical red speedos, and everyone’s trying to avoid eye contact, which makes me even more self-conscious. Of course it’s Reznor, with his scruffy chin beard, who’s the first one to shout out to me in his Foghorn Leghorn drawl, “Nice shorts, Daisy Mae,” which makes several of his blond boys snicker. The best I can do with my cobweb-for-a-brain is to flip him the bird. Great come back, yeah, I know. There’s an earsplitting whistle bouncing off all the white tiles. Coach Brandon descends stairs from his office on the floor above like a Greek god coming to earth from Mouth Olympus. He’s wearing white shorts, white sneakers and a clingy red tank top, which only accentuates his bronze body reflected in the glassy pool. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks this way. Drake, in his red speedo, follows closely down the stairs. His cheeks are even more flushed than yesterday when I first met him jacking off in our dorm room. I recognize most everyone around the pool, but there are six older guys hanging out together. I figure they’re the ones that live in one of the townhouses. They’re older—only guys that are juniors and seniors get to live in the townhouses. I’ll leave out the commentary, but they’re six of the hottest bodies I’ve ever seen. All perfect V-shapes, six foot and up range, with lat spans like eagle's wings; a half dozen perfect specimens of the male form in every skin tone the good Creator blessed us with. “Break into groups of four,” coach says. “Townhouse, split three and three. Hannigan and Fernandez, you’ll relay first and again fourth. Freestyle up and back, and make sure your team touches the wall.” The townhouse guys form two groups in lane one and two. Paxton the stutterer, wee Tommy (who looks like he's been up all night and has a happy smile plastered on his face), Rafiki and I line up in lane three. Dick-face Reznor, Steve Reynold (who also looks a little out of it, but, man, what a Gluteus to the Maximus the boy has), the towering van den Haus, and beefcake Drake form a line in lane four. I glance over at my roommate, but he’s busy studying Haus’ acned back. Still won't make eye contact. Whatever. Coach gives out a shrill whistle again and Hannigan, Fernandez, Paxton, and Reznor dive in and crawl like madmen up the twenty-five yards to the end, submerge, twist and propel themselves off the far wall. They’re coming back, my boy Paxton’s ahead, with the two older guys in lanes one and two in hot pursuit, with Raznor’s bringing up the rear. Dip-shit is as slow as he is obnoxious. Paxton taps the wall and little Tommy does a giant leap over him and is in the lead for most of the first half, but two of the older boys from the townhouse catch up to him on the turnaround, and iron butt Steve Reynolds makes a huge effort and passes Tommy right before they touch the wall. The two swimmers from the townhouse were initially breaking away, but Raf’s large hands are making up some of the difference and shrinking their leads. House, by far the biggest guy on the team, is surprisingly fast. His shoulders roll powerfully; his traps bulge, flexing amazingly with each stroke. Both House and Raf tie with the older guys in the flip turn, and all four are neck-and-neck coming up to the wall. Hannigan and Fernandez are still catching their wind from their first effort, while Drake and I get ready for our teammates to tap the wall. They simultaneously tap, and the four of us dive roughly at the same time. I’m swimming like crazy, making a big splashy mess, and I see Drake is about even with me on my right. I give it my all and am gaining ahead of Drake but not the older guys. Then on the flip turn (which you have to realize this is another of my firsts in the past eight hours), I kick against the wall as hard as I can and feel, I know it’s nuts, a little of Drake cum squirt out my non-virgin butthole. My head’s pivoting both ways to see if I’m ahead of Drake and the townhouse boys—and I’m in the lead! My lungs burn, but my adrenaline is propelling me like a torpedo, and I see the pool’s wall in sight. As I make the tap, coach blows the whistle and I realize our team wins. Yay me! Yay lane three! But before I can celebrate with my fellow lane-mates, coach says, “Okay, again.” By the fourth time we’ve gone through these relays, most of the underclassmen, including me, are ready for the showers. Our lane has won three of the four trials and I’d like to end feeling good about my first day at practice, to be told how good I did and, yes, I’m on the team, but coach says to split into two-man groups. I look over at Drake and he finds his toes are more interesting than meeting my eye. Raf slaps my shoulder and he and I line up in lane six. (Now, if you’ve been doing the math, you’d know there are fourteen of us—for those on their phones in the back of the class: eight underclassmen, six upperclassmen—and yes, this will be on the final.) We break up in our pairs and take up seven of the eight lanes. Raf gets in front of me, and we go through backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and then freestyle. I’m exhausted but Raf and I do a decent job, taking at least second or third and one time first in all four of the events. Pube-face Raznor swallows a bunch of pool water on his last crawl and hurls some of it back into the pool filter. “C-c-classy,” says Kenworth Paxton, his cheek scars folding into his smile. Coach’s whistle shrieks a final time. He makes a final note on his clipboard, and fans the clipboard toward the showers. I follow Raf into the locker room and he introduces me to the townhouse guys. Their six names I immediately forget mostly because I’m trying not to stare—there’s a lot of flesh packed into those speedos. It strikes me how the townhouse guy’s packages are fully stuffed while all the underclassmen I met at dinner last night (except Raf, our dorm’s Resident Assistant, who I remember is a junior) seem to have crotches as flat as Ken dolls. Now that I’m looking at them, more like Barbies. Hannigan and Fernandez—their names I do recall—flank me as we walk through the rows of lockers. Hannigan tells me they’re co-captains and boyfriends. I’m sure their names will now stick. “You’re fast,” Hannigan says, “but you can’t keep twisting your head back and forth like you do.” “Control that,” Fernandez adds, encouragingly, “you’ll get more speed. But you looked good out there.” He smacks my wet Levis, and I know I’m grinning like a goon. They strip off their suit and Hannigan's got a massive Irish sausage surrounded by fiery red pubes, and Fernandez slides off his speedo and sports, not just a beautiful, meaty burrito, but the thickest black bush I’ve ever seen. It’s amazingly how he’s cropped it right to the edge of his speedo. The four other townhouse guys pass by clapping my shoulders and one smacks my butt—this hottie with a G.I. Joe jaw—welcoming me on board. At their lockers they all reveal an assortment of fat cocks, long cocks, cut and uncut. You gotta remember, at the lake back home, all I ever seen are old guys’ fifty- and sixty-year-old wieners, so taking in these young studs, it’s all I can do to not pop a boner in my fraying cutoffs—but then I freeze. What stops me mid-unbuttoning is seeing all the underclassmen, all those guys at last night’s dinner—stuttering Paxton, little Tommy, giant House, dick-face Raznor, bowling ball butt Steve Reynolds, even beefcake Drake—slowly peel off their swim suits, and every single one of them displays a shriveled cock compressed tightly inside a metal chastity cage. Just as I’m pulling down my Levis, the coach appears and says, “Dupree, my office.” Just a second ago there was a solemn droopiness hanging over the underclassmen. Suddenly, with those three words from the coach, the whole damn team turns into hooting and hollering idiots. I feel my cheeks burn without knowing why. Drake is barking and howling the loudest of all, the first time he’s looked at me all morning. He’s got a vengeful look in his eye that I totally don’t get. “Dupree. Now,” goes the coach. The two additional words makes the locker room explode into a bench-stomping, locker-banging, towel-snapping madhouse. I ascend away from the racket, looking back at the team with growing unease. *** Apparently Coach Brandon shares his office with Coach Rocco. Anyway, that’s what the name plate on the desk kitty-corner to the coach’s desk reads. The guy’s sitting there, hairy legs up on his desk reading a magazine. He glances up when Coach Brandon and I come in. There’s all these photos of the soccer team in action on the wall behind him. Extra points if you guessed he’s the soccer coach. The guy’s more compact than Brandon, handsome in a smarmy, Mafioso kind of way. The legs of his blue gym shorts are loose and it’s very apparent, to me anyway, the guy’s forgotten to wear anything under them—yep, there’s his big Mafioso pecker—which is A-Okay with me. His dark eyes see what I’m looking at. The black brows scowl in disapproval but he also makes no adjustment to cover his wang—again, fine by me. His jet black hair is slicked straight back, and he’s got a heavy five-o’clock shadow even though it’s barely nine. I say hey. He says nothing. Nice guy. Remind me not to sign up for the soccer team. “How’d he do?” Coach Rocco goes. Seems like a real asshole if you want to know the truth. I’m mean, I’m right in the room for Christ sakes. Who does that? Coach perches on the edge of his desk, and motions for me to take the metal chair by the door. I guess I’m gonna be here for a while. I’m still wet and the chair’s cold, but I’m not going to wuss out, so I just sit and look around the room. Next to my chair is an examination table with back rest bent at a forty-five degree angle. Probably in case of sport injuries, I reckon. Behind the coach in his corner there’s a fish tank humming away; Rocco’s corner has a lit up terrarium. A brilliant red fish swims around the aquarium, and in the rocks at the bottom, peaking out, looks like there’s an eel. Rocco’s terrarium has some kind of frog sitting in a pan of water and a large striped snake draped over some fake tree branches. Couple of animal lovers, I’m thinking. “He did okay. He’s gonna need training, though,” coach says to Rocco. I just love being talked about in third person. I feel it’s my duty to give a short lecture on gender binary assumptions, but Rocco’s eyebrows tell me that this isn’t the audience for it. “A lot of training,” coach goes on to Rocco. “But the talent’s there. Wing man, I’m thinking, to start. We’ll see how he does. Might be a good hole, who knows.” Rocco hisses a laugh. Should I be aware of a double entendre in sport-speak? I’m sure I’m just being paranoid because Rocco’s eyes grow bored and they travel back to the Sports Illustrated he’s holding. “You’ll need a lot more discipline, too, son, but we’ll cover that soon enough.” Coach takes an uncomfortably long beat checking me out before he moves to his aquarium. He picks up a can of fish pellets from his desk and knocks some flakes into the water. The red fish jumps on them. “You’re a water mammal, comfortable in the water. Grew up beaver or otter country, all those Vermont rivers and ponds, eh?” “Yep.” Don’t know where he’s going with this but I’m inclined to believe he’s saying I made the team. Just have to make it through some team philosophical tenets, is my guess. “Yeah, I definitely see that in you.” Coach goes to a cabinet, unlocks it, and takes out a glass jar of what look like creepy, squirmy pink worms. He uncaps the lid, draws out a worm and drops it in the tank. The eel shoots straight by the startled fish, and gobbles the worm furiously in a couple of chomps. Ick. “But first I need you to decide something. You can stay with your warm-blooded mammal roots—and that’s perfectly okay if you do. Dolphins are warm blooded mammals after all. Very team oriented, and smart as heck. But the team can always use a cold-blooded shark. No need to decide here and now. Just think about it. Either way, though, first step is to make you a sea creature. We need to lose all this mammal hair. I’m sure you saw no one on the team has a follicle on their body. Up here,” he points to the sparse hair coating my chest, then lower. “And down there. You okay with that?” “You want I should shave it?” “I’m sure you’ve noticed all the swimmers at the Olympics are all smooth.” “His armpits too,” Rocco pipes up behind his magazine. “Armpits, too,” agrees Brandon. “Yeah,” I say. “I can do it tonight.” “No. We do it now. If that’s all right with you. Waxing is much better than a razor.” He tosses me a red speedo. “Slip those on. You’re a creature of the sea from now on. Got it?” “Creature of the sea. Got it, coach.” It’s probably a stupid question, but sometimes I’m slow to catch on to things. “So does that mean I’m on the team?” I like to clarify. Sometimes more than once. “Almost. Couple of indoctrinations that we can take care of right here, right now, and then you’ll be fully pledged.” Should I be nervous that he’s slipping on a blue latex glove? Maybe it’s for reasons of hygiene I tell myself. “You make it sound like I’m joining a fraternity, coach.” Rocco looks up as I slip off my cutoffs and pull up the team’s red speedo. I make sure I pull on my member to plump it up, for Rocco’s benefit, before tucking it in place. “I’d call it more like a brotherhood, son.” Coach Brandon lights a white candle and rotates it around watching the wax melts. “Same tradition that the soccer team has, right Coach Rocco?” “Same traditions, Coach Brandon.” “Now, up on the table on your back, Dupree.” I climb on the cold metal table and lie back. Rocco looks up, grabs his water bottle and watches what the coach and I are up to. Coach swirls the melting wax around and sets the candle on the exam table. Then he does the craziest thing: he sticks his hand into the terrarium and pulls out the frog—or toad—or whatever. I’m not a biology major. “So, this is Benjie, the team’s mascot. He’s a transfer toad from Arizona’s Sonoran Desert. This is Kyle Dupree, Benjie.” Coach holds the thing in his palm and—hand to God—the toad croaks in my face like he’s saying hello. “Tradition is all new players give Benjie a lick for good luck, isn’t that right Coach Rocco?” “It’s tradition, Coach Brandon,” he says behind his magazine. “Not one athlete’s ever decline.” “Yeah,” I say, climbing off the table, “well you just found your first one declining.” Coach Brandon puts a hand on my chest and goddamn if he doesn’t flick his tongue over the toad’s back. “See. Tastes like chicken,” he laughs. Rocco comes up in back of Brandon, puts a hand on coach’s shoulder, and also darts his tongue across the mascot. “Mm-mm. Tasty toady,” he jokes, displaying all his pearly teeth. “Every one of my boys have done it, same as all of Coach Brandon’s. C’mon, Dupree. You a pussy?” One thing about me is don’t dare me something. So I frown, then, ready to be disgusted, stick out my tongue. Coach Brandon flips Benjie over and smashes the toad’s back across my tongue while squeezing it. All its little warts pop juice into my mouth. It’s disgusting, worse that I imagined—so goddamn nasty! Like licking a chalkboard eraser that’s soaked in a urinal. A rancid, gritty slime coats my mouth. Rocco hands me his water bottle and I swig back a ton, which only washes the nauseating pustules into my stomach. The gross taste fills my stomach, and after about half a minute a feeling builds like I’m going to puke. Coach’s putting Benjie back in his terrarium, while Coach Rocco reads my face and quickly grabs the waste basket. Just in time he puts it under my chin and I hurl last night’s burgers and curly fries. I’m feel waves of nausea roiling inside my guts. I don’t thinking I’m done puking. I hope the coaches are prepared because I’m not a quiet puker. I’m dizzy and reach out a hand to Coach Rocco to steady myself. My second round ralphing is twice as violent and three times as loud as the first. I think I even hear some sympathetic groans from the team downstairs. Coach Rocco rubs my back. “It’ll pass, buddy,” he says. “Just hang in there.” When I look at him again, there’s something in his dark brown eyes that looks incredibly sympathetic. I don’t think I saw that before. When I retch a third time, a little less violently this time, into his metal trashcan, afterward I see a goddamn aura of goodness shimmering around him. My hero with a bronze bucket of puke! And when I look at Coach Brandon I see the same care and concern and—for Christ sakes!—honest to God, I see actual loving hearts pouring out the coach’s eyes, like little heart icons floating up the screen on an app. This vision feels so intense. Everywhere I look is the most wonderful sight. The whole office is the most loving, the most fantastic office in the world. If heaven was an office, this would be God’s office. I can’t get these thoughts out of my head: Jesus would be the receptionist outside; they’re would be a typing pool of angels in row after row. The pencils on the desk are the most perfect pencils God’s ever created. I gasp! That red fish is the most awesome red fish in the entire world, and I’m the one looking right at it and it’s looking back at me. It’s the red fish of perfection! “Lie back, son. Just enjoy what you’re feeling. And, while you’re enjoying it,” Coach Brandon says, running a hand up and down my body—God it feel good, “let’s relieve you of this animal hair. Set free the beautiful sea creature inside you.” Is he really saying corny stuff like this? Does it matter? All that matters is his hand running over my body. As I lie back feeling I feel all the love of the universe, all at the same time, in every inch of me. I watch the coach aim his beautiful white candle over my abdomen and lets the liquid flow out. It stings as it hits the skin above my bellybutton, and he smears it around with a flat wooden stick—but I don’t mind the pain. Pain is pleasure says the coach, and I believe whatever coach says. Either coach for that matter. Immediately, he applies a cloth swatch over the drying wax, waits a few seconds, then rips it off, pulling with it a rectangle of belly hair. “Yow!” I place a hand over the now-smooth skin. “Shit, coach. That hurts,” I say, stupidly grinning. “Exactly,” he says, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Rocco coughs a laugh and pulls off my speedo. I’m loving it, every second. I take Rocco’s hairy paw and run it over my hardening cock. “So I don’t abuse you more than necessary, let’s use clippers to trim you,” says Coach Brandon. From his drawer he brings out barber clippers, snaps it on. He buzzes over the sparse hair on my chest, my arms, my legs, but he really goes to town on my crotch. Bunches of curly brown pubes he pulls out of the clipper blades. The vibration feels so good, I start trying to hump the clippers with my pelvis, which amuses manly Rocco. Rocco distracts me by twisting my very sensitive nipples. With Coach Brandon satisfied he’s buzzed away enough of my body hair, he’s back with the hot wax. He drips over my short crotch curlies and he pushes it around with the wooden stick. He applies the rectangle swath and zips it off. “Youch!” I feel half my pubic bone is smooth as a baby’s butt. He does this several more time, none of which hurts any less. In fact, the more he does it the more it hurts and the redder my skin gets. He feels his work running his hand over my bare crotch while avoiding my cock, but it doesn’t matter. It’s hard all by itself. Then coach drips wax over my balls. I let out a squelched yelp as Rocco bends down and plants his wet mouth on mine. Brandon rips off the wax from each ball, rubs each one with his thumb, and squeezes my entire sack to make sure all the hair is gone. I lose track of time as he rips off every follicle from my body. “I need you to flip around, son.” He lowers the back rest so the tables perfectly flat. I’ve got a stiffy, but lay on my belly anyway pressing it into the cold metal. “I need you to spread your legs. A little wider.” I comply, as he pulls down my balls so their exposed. I know this is going to hurt but Rocco’s massaging my shoulders so I don’t care. If it hurts all the better as long as Rocco’s there. “Rocco,” I say with my face smashed on the exam table. “I’m so fucking high, Rocco. Rocco? I think I love you. And Coach Brandon, too. And I love all my teammates. Even ol’ pube chin Reznor.” Rocco chuckles, still kneading my shoulder blades. “That’s Benjie, our magical bufo toad talking. Do you know what a bufo toad is?” I try shaking my head but am enjoying Rocco’s touch so much I can’t move. “A bufo toad has venom that’s an extremely potent psychedelic. Even the little taste I got gives me a buzz. Nothing like the amount you got though, buddy, but I’m with you, man. I love you, too. And I love the coach. And we love you.” “You do?” When the wax hits the taint between my balls and asshole, I don’t know if the hot wax hurts more or coach ripping off the wax hurts more. Let’s call it a tie. As a consolation prize, Rocco grabs my hand and puts it down his shorts. I eagerly grab his thick member and start stroking him. I’m tripping so hard on how good his cock feels. The more I stroke him the more he likes it. Sex is the most magically thing in the universe! Coach Brandon’s busy pulling open my butt cheeks, first one side, then the other, and waxing them. Each time the hot wax is getting closer to my hole. Ripping the wax off isn’t too bad here since I’m not that hairy around my hole. But the moment he drips the burning wax directly on my anus, I yowl while at the same time Roscoe groans as I crush his cock. Coach rips the last few hairs around my asshole off, and then he applies a cooling ointment and swirls it around my hole. I’m looking over at Coach Rocco’s body: beautifully hairy, swirling circles of fur that twirl like sand dunes in the wind. The pattern his body hair makes is mesmerizing. There symmetry and geometry at play. I’m convinced there’s fractal algorithms that could be written that explains his beauty. I see those equations float by as I admire him. Sines and cosines, quadratic equations float through my head. And there’s a finger in my hole. Coach Brandon flips me over talking to me about something or other, his finger twisting in my hole. He tells me he saw my work last night behind the library fisting Drake Chadwick. I look up into his ocean blue eyes. There’s waves crashing in them, and he’s going on and on. “I have to say I was impressed. Chadwick said he’d never been fisted before, but I had to see for myself this morning. The poor boy. You destroyed that hole, Dupree. It’s almost a complete wreck. Eighteen, nineteen-year-olds. So many hormones running rampant through your body. You have so much passion in you. We have to control that passion. Lock it up.” “Did he tell you he was the first one who ever fucked me, coach?” I feel I can tell him and Coach Rocco anything. He’s sticking an increasing number of digits in my hole. He’s got three fingers inside me. “You enjoying this, son?” “Mm-hm.” I wince, then exhale as coach’s slides four fingers inside. It hurts so much I can’t stand how much I like it. The feeling of a man’s palm inside my body. I float between the pain of it and the idea of it, then the realization that a man has his palm inside me, the skin of his hand rests along the wall of my rectum. It’s just unfathomable. He lets it sit there, then starts twisting it around. What’s more unimaginable: the idea or the sensation? We’ll call it a draw and I reach over and stroke Rocco’s cock. Rocco’s fully erect, pulling off his shirt and dropping his shorts. He climbs on the table and positions his butt over my face. “I think he’s ready for Leon, coach,” he says. I pull his hips down and start rimming his dark, hairy asshole. “Aw, fuck, boy!” he cries. “Yeah, eat that hole. Suck on it.” I do suck on it, as Coach Brandon pulls his palm out of me. I feel an intense emptiness, but hear Coach Brandon’s deep voice. “Dig in there, son.” I keep rimming in the darkness of Rocco’s butt. Even in the blackness, feeling his hair all over my face, more waves of the drug crash over me, unmoors me further from earth. Every hair in his crack glides across my face. My tongue’s gotten him so wet, when he rub his ass back and forth I feel at the bottom of the sea with long, soft strands of seaweed rolling with the ebb and flow of the tide, back and forth, across my tongue. I can’t tell what’s real anymore. Am I really tonguing this tasty, musky hole or am I seeing the surface of the ocean lying in a seaweed bed? Could it be both? I feel Rocco’s fingers go over my fingers. Both of us pull his butt cheeks open. More seaweed sails across my tongue. “Get in there,” I hear him growl, as I sense him jerking his meat and splashing my hairless body with his spunk. Someone, must be my coach, licks it up. I feel something at my own butthole—a sensual pop of some kind, which continues crawling deeper inside my body. I push Rocco’s butt up to see what it is. It’s a long striped dildo Coach Brandon’s feeding me, pushing in a couple of inches, pulling out a little, then pushing in more. “You like Leon, our coral snake?” I look over at the terrarium and see the fake branches are missing its snake. “No!” I say, alarmed that Coach Brandon is pushing an actual snake into me. I could almost believe they’d fuck me with a live reptile. “Careful so Leon does bite you,” teases the coach, letting the thing slide in really far. I feel, where its head is penetrating me deepest inside, there’s a sensation of pins and needles. “I think Leon bit me,” I exclaim, panicked. “You might start feeling paresthesia, a strange tingly, prickling feeling.” Rocco’s clinical, detached, like a doctor giving a prognosis. He flips around, pressing down his cock so I can suck it. “Yeah, I feel that in my guts,” I respond. “Did Leon bite me?” He stuffs his leaking calzone into my mouth so I can’t talk anymore. Coach Brandon appears by my head with the can of worms he’d fed the eel with. “Only one cure for Leon’s bite. And it needs to slither in through your dick.” “Whaaaaa—?” Hard to talk with a cock down your throat. “Sorry, can’t hear you, son,” Coach Brandon says, gripping my dick fiercely and slipping something inside the slit. I feel whatever it is squirming into me, inch by inch, down my piss shoot. Rocco pins down my shoulders down with his legs. I’m trying to spit him out. His cock clogs my windpipe. I’m spitting up massive amounts of mucus. I’m bucking on the table, trying to get the worm out of my cock, the serpent out of my ass, as the coaches laugh uproariously at my desperation. The slimy intruder I feel wiggling, drilling deeper and deeper into my cock. It’s so far down my shaft I’m convinced it’ll never be pulled out. The tingling in my colon crescendos until it feels like knives are plunging outward from my organs. The two men mock me with laughter that reverberates demonically in my ears. My head shakes back and forth denying the reality of snakes and worms and a cock that’s plunging so far down my through it’s being eaten by the serpent coming up through my entrails. I have a vision of Ouroboros, the snake that eats itself; the ancient gnostic symbol of unity with the divine. In that instant the laughter ceases, echoes away like a thunderstorm passing into the distance. All that remains is the soft hum of the aquarium. Bubbles float calmly to the surface. The coaches both have vanished. Well, no; no one’s vanished: Coach Rocco sits at his desk, hairy legs up, reading a Sports Illustrated; and Coach Brandon’s standing at his whiteboard, assigning van der Haus to goalkeeper, me as a right wing, and Fernandez as a left wing. He continues quietly writing in names for the other positions as I run my hands over my entirely smooth body—yes, dolphin or shark, I’ll have to get back to you on that. Even smooth armpits, I hear an echo of Rocco say. I squeeze my butt. No, nothing’s in my hole, no snake crawling up it, no worm in my cock. But, shit. Wait. What is that? I push down hard on metal that’s not budging, that’s trapped my cock inside a tiny cage. Huh. Officially, I guess, I’m a member of the team. Well, at least my member is.

This boy is in for a big eye-opening surprise. I hope his boy hole does not get to wreck.

I despise this topic being in the HIV and Sexual Health section because the title basically begs the ignoramuses to crawl out if the woodwork and regurgitate still more pro-pozzing blather as if it were an equally valid point of view, just another lifestyle choice like deciding how to wear your hair, instead of a question that bears on the health of not only the individual but every person the individual has intimate contact with. Statements along the lines of “I’m now enjoying fucking freely in my permanent pursuit of pleasure” or “I got a prescription for PrEP but didn’t bother to fill it because there’s no need - I’m now free to be fucked by everyone” make me grind my teeth. Permanent pursuit of pleasure? No need of prevention because you’ve arrived at Shangri-Fucking-La? This is what is going to happen - you’re going to fuck and celebrate how glorious it is to be poz, and fuck some more, and tell everyone how lucky you are… and then one day, out of the blue, you’ll get a headache. Or a cough. And that headache or that cough will get bad enough that you have to go to the doctor. And the doctor will check you out, and his brow will crease, because this is no ordinary headache, no ordinary cough. They’ll run a few tests. Then they’ll run a few more. Then you get a fever, and the doctor decides you need to go to the hospital. By this point the headache feels like hammers in your skull. After a couple of days in the hospital, where you’re hooked up to IVs, you wake up to find a row of specialists at your bedside. They say, “Sir, we’re sorry to have to tell you that you have AIDS. Your immune system has been decimated and you are suffering from fungal meningitis. We will do what we can to save you. Right now, you must go to have fluid drained from your spine.” What? How can that be? You’re poz! You’re free! You’re permanently in the clear to live it up, and fuck every day with abandon, living every day as though it were your last. Well, guess what. That night, you have a stroke, brought on by the fungal meningitis that you got because the HIV you wanted so much ate your body’s defenses down to nothing. Maybe you don’t survive the stroke. Maybe you do, but you can’t walk straight, or talk right, or sign your own name anymore, or remember how to finish sentences when you’re talking. But hey, you’re alive. You get to go home. But things aren’t the same. You feel like absolute shit, you have no energy at all, and that sweet toned ass you were so keen to show off loses its tone because you just can’t exercise - you have no energy, and you’ve lost your balance. You wanted permanent? Sweetie, you’ve got permanent now, big-time. The damage to your body you get to live with from now on. No need for pills? Au contraire, mon frére - now you must take your ART pill every fucking day without fail, or the poz you wanted so much will take any opportunity it can get to pick up right where it left off killing you. And then you get shingles, because your body forgot you had chicken pox as a kid. And your junk gets covered with molluscum for months, which nobody with a healthy immune system gets because a healthy immune system can beat molluscum easy. You just don’t have one. In fact, you’re going to have to get quite a few vaccinations just to cover the absolute minimum that an immune system has to do until your body fights its way back to some kind of immune competence. Which could take months. Or years. You’ll see a lot of doctors, and you’ll see them often. Hope you’ve got good insurance and a really understanding employer, because you’re going to need some time off work. Like, a lot of time off work. Depending on how bad the stroke was, maybe permanent time off work, but hey - you’re all about permanence, right? So bonus! Fast-forward a few years. Maybe you’ve recovered most of the function you lost from the stroke, but your body will never be what it used to be. Neither will your immune system, which has struggled to get close to what would be the minimum normal for anyone healthy. You get sick a lot. You have to be careful. You’re back to fucking - hey, why not, you’re poz! Free as fuck to indulge in your permanent search for pleasure. Except you get tired more easily, and your body isn’t as attractive and never will be again, and in the back of your mind every evening, you think Don’t forget to take your pill. Because now, you never, ever, ever forget that you are HIV Positive. It’s with you always, and most of the time there’s not one thing sexy about it. It’s the millstone around your neck you can never take off. And as if it weren’t bad enough that you’re willing to do this to yourselves, some of you are perfectly willing to irresponsibly pass your contagion on to others because you can’t be fucking bothered. Worse still, there are sick, psychopathic motherfuckers who want to intentionally inflict all of that on somebody else. If you are one such person, please, please go straight to hell. I mean, why wait? And can we please dispense with that ridiculous tripe about how anybody who walks into a bathhouse has to expect to be exposed to pozzing? NO, We DON’T. These arguments are nothing more than apologists for giver/chasers who believe they ought to be allowed to indulge their insane fetish in the population at large, and infect people at random in a setting where they are at their most vulnerable. Yes, when I go ass-up at a bathhouse I’m aware of and accept the risk that STDs may be in circulation, but there is no reason that the community has to tolerate the inflicted harm - not risk, inflicted harm - of untreated poz men who either by negligence or intent pass on their disease to the unwary. Another poster above apologized that his answer might not be exciting. You’re not getting an apology from me. What you just read is what I’ve lived. No, it’s not fucking exciting. Learn the difference between reality and fantasy before it kills you.

I moved to NYC for school and hatted living in the dorms. Went looking and found The perfect place. I moved in as I shared it with someone else who was hot. Within a week, he was fucking me raw.

My bi-monthly check to see if this has been updated

There's always a risk that guys like the second one can escalate the situation for your safety, These days if it doesn't feel I walk away or tell them I have someone else (friend/fuck/bf) due round so they'd better call the taxi for the trip home.

I learned how to be an amazing cocksucker who could Deep-throat any guy by the beginning of high school thanks to sucking both my brothers cocks and a cousins big cock on a very regular basis as well as 2 other cousins several times. I learned how to be a submissive back arching little fucktoy from those same guys. they were happy to use my throat and ass at an age where it was still difficult to get any ass or throat from girls plus I sucked their cocks way better than girls their age anyhow. plus how handy is it to have a cumguzzling cocksucking fuckboy living in the bedroom next to yours. I can’t even guess how many of their loads I drank or took in my guts. plus it was important for me to get that early training so I could become a true pussyboy cumdumpster in high school for all men. then my uncle trained me to be a true pussyboy, t-girl, faggot whore after he found out I had whored myself out to a few of his buddies. he really got me into hunting for loads, hitting up busy cruising spots to get fucked, getting gangbanged and getting whored out to strangers for dirty sex on a regular basis, as well as sharing my ass with his piggy buddies. he was the man chorally taught me what I am. a cockhungry, cumthirsty, cocksucking bareback bottom boy, gangbang fucktoy, born to suck cocks, get fucked and take loads from as many males as possible. faggots like me do not need standards, or pride, or shame or self respect. we just need to be used. he didnt just teach me to be a take all loads whore. he trained me to be ready for daddies and boyfriends to take me to the next levels of perversion and depravity. most importantly he managed to get me sucking my own fathers cock AND got my father to watch me get gangbanged blindfolded and bareback by 20 plus men in a bathhouse sling one night and talked him into fucking my sloppy pussy. for a faggot whore like me getting fucked by your own biological fathers 9 inch cock is the holy grail.

That’s exactly the fantasy. The most alpha of the alphas.

I agree, it would be amazing to feel the DNA he planted in your womb to grow in your belly until you shit his baby out.

Cross my heart. This wasn't me.

For me, absolutely not. I'm not into blackmailing guys for sex, or facilitating that. I also think that abusing the knowledge is likely to blow back on the snitch, who deserves everything he gets. It's rarely a good idea to meddle in other people's private lives.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck

So hot!!

Love it!

Love hung young brit. I want to blow George Mason, the dirty cunt.

Part 22 - Tranquillity Returns A feeling of peace eased over him and Alex slept pretty much the whole night safe in the arms of Liam. A vehicle crossing the gravel driveway and pulling up out front woke Alex from his sleep and he crept out of bed careful not to wake Liam, walking across the bedroom he glanced over his shoulder to the naked torso of his protection officer, the sight alone was enough to stir his cock and he looked out of the window to see Francis and Nick returning. Even in the subdued light of dawn he could easily see the tattoos on Nick's arms, the rest covered by the t-shirt he wore that hugged against his massive muscular torso. The view was enough to present subtle reminders of Max and his tattoos. Under the cover of night the prince and princess had been removed from the palace and driven to the embassy with instructions to the ambassador to repatriate them within 24 hours, their diplomatic status in Monrovia was stripped and banned from entering the country. Little did Alex know that the king had spent several hours on the phone to Andreas's parents informing them of what happened. Alex jumped a little then sighed feeling those warm soft muscular arms comforting him again, his train of thought was so far out of where and who he was with that he turned and kissed Liam, he action provoking the arms to tighten around his body lifting him clear in to the air and carried over to the bed. Neither one spoke and Liam initiated another kiss, his cock already stiffening pressed up against Alex, deeper and deeper the kissing went moving from a comforting assurance to a passionate wild abandonment. His face still slightly sore and a few light bruises were appearing from the force of Andreas slapping him. Right now he was far from his thoughts and he allowed Liam to position himself between his legs. Alex never knew this but when ever he engaged with Liam and was ready his legs would on their own accord rise clamping around the muscled thighs, a signal that Liam took pulling his legs up and forcing Alex's arse to be exposed to his cock. Any uncertainty Liam felt after last night washed away with the erotic moans escaping Alex's mouth and his fingers dancing all over Liam's body. For the second time they both got lost in each other and slowly made love, the cock teasing at Alex's hole for ages until Liam wriggled his hips and pushed forward penetrating with gentle tenderness. Their mouths locked unable to detach themselves from kissing each other, the subtle moans and movements in Alex's body responding to every part of the Liam's cock entering his body. So connected with each other it was like Liam could feel Alex's state of arousal and desire passing into his own body. The first rays of sun appeared over the horizon flooding the room with a golden amber glow. On the bed a mass of two bodies locked together in passion slowly acting out a love scene. The smooth tender movements of a muscular arse rising and sinking driven by the hips, moving his cock in and out, the recipients toes curled and released in time with the deep penetration, pitiful cries from the recipient quickly followed by his tantalising moan. With no change of speed or intensity to bring on an orgasm, they carried on until Liam reached his orgasm naturally. Alex's arm clung around the muscular body riding with him until his body collapsed, panting heavily whilst still kissing Alex. Liam finally disentangled himself rolling on his back, his body settling to a satisfied calmness. Alex swung his legs slowly over to the side of the bed and stood taking a few seconds to steady himself. His attempt at trying to fathom out how sex could get even more intense and intimate like it had just been was hitting a dead end. He turned and leaned over Liam who stared up at him, Alex smiled and kissed him briefly his fingers roaming over the bicep of Liam's right arm. He chuckled and walked over to the window with his clothes and began dressing. Liam laid on the bed lost for words and admiring Alex's body, he still couldn't understand how one person could do this to him. This young prince had truly changed everything he thought he knew about sex and love making, it was the sublime reactions the body made under him, that and the closeness that had grown between them. He definitely wasn't gay that much he knew since no other man could turn his head so much like Alex, well apart from Max who he found very similar to his prince and maybe just a small part of him actually found him sexy as well. Liam continued watching Alex dress slowly until he left to see Marty and check on him, he was still sleepy but feeling a lot better, giggling away to himself from the effect of the pain killers. Heading down to the kitchen Alex found Francis enjoying a much needed cup of coffee and bacon sandwich, they had a quick catch up when Nick arrived back in the kitchen from showering. Shrouded in his own little world Alex had never paid much attention to Nick who walked in wearing only shorts and still drying himself, at 31 he sported a shaved head and solid muscular build that was bigger than Liam. The tattoos over his body looked incredible and the slight hint of dark hair on his head echoed down through the light dusting of hair on his chest that tapered off below his shorts. Even when sat normally the muscles in arms were so defined and his thighs were thick with muscle. It was an incredible body to look at, but like Liam's it was built to protect and destroy. "Morning your highness are you well?" Nick asked sitting at the kitchen table. Alex nodded almost scared to speak "He gets like that" Francis said to Nick who chuckled. "You don't know me that well!" Alex replied giggling, "I am fine and thank you for last night". "Is he gone?" Alex asked looking at them both. Nick nodded "Yes and Prince Alden gave him one hell of beating last night" he said approvingly. "What?" Alex asked, "I don't remember seeing Alden there" he said looking surprised. Alex and Francis looked at each other "He is one protective brother your highness" Nick added. "Thank you for helping Marty out" Alex said in genuine thanks. Nick smiled "And you your highness, are you injured?" he asked helping himself to coffee. Alex blushed slightly "I don't think so" he replied, "You can check me over" he said grinning. "Full body examination?" Nick asked without batting an eyelid. Francis chuckled away merrily "Are you straight Nick?" he asked completely out of the blue. "Yeah Nick are you straight?" Alex now asked grinning away at him "Alex stop being inappropriate to Nick" the king said entering the kitchen causing a commotion. Francis and Nick both stood but the king waved them to sit down "How are you Alex?" he asked. "Fine and now embarrassed thank you. Worried more about Marty" Alex replied. His father nodded "He is in good hands and will stay as long as needs to recoup" he said. "I have the Royal Chamber Council arriving in an hour for a meeting" the king replied. "I should get changed your majesty" Francis said like second nature. "No need Francis, anyway you both need to catch up on sleep" the king replied. "I guess that means no ride or swim today" Alex said and his father shook his head. "Tomorrow Alex, I promise" his father replied leaving the kitchen. "How is Marty?" Francis suddenly asked looking concerned. "Better" Alex replied switching his glance back to Nick, "Well you going to examine me?" he asked. Nick sat back in his chair grinning "Take your clothes off and lay on the table then" he replied. "Not a chance!" Alex said laughing, "Well not here at least". "Right I am off to see Marty" Francis said jumping up and leaving the kitchen. "Bye" Nick called to the back of Francis then looking at Alex, "I do massages if you want one?". "Hmm..." Alex said blushing, "Is there a happy ending?" he asked grinning. Nick laughed causing his pecs to dance "Maybe, if you are a good boy I will send Liam in". Alex's mouth dropped open "Yeah I know all about you two" he said quietly smirking at Alex. "How?" Alex asked, "Did Liam tell you?" he fired another question panicking. "Yes we talk a lot in the gym. Don't worry your secret is safe with me" Nick replied seriously. Alex didn't know where to look "I should go and get some sleep" Nick said standing up. Alex nodded staring at his body "I might need to see what Liam is getting" Nick said. "Eh?" Alex said then suddenly realised what Nick had meant, "No way, look at you!" he said. Nick walked around to Alex and rubbed his shoulders "Oh god!" Alex aid his head dropping forward. "Let me know if you want a massage your highness" Nick said leaning closer so softly that Alex tingled. By the time Alex raised his head Nick was gone and he had an erection, he sat there in the kitchen as the chef arrived to prepare breakfast and Alex watched until he his erection died down. He was about to go for breakfast when he was summoned to the kings office along with Alden. Arriving their to find their mother and granny along with royal chamber council members who all looked a little bleary eyed leaving the office, the king had offered them all to stay for the day to catch up on sleep or join the country fayre later. The king announced to them that Jackson was being promoted to head of the royal household and Francis was being promoted as valet to Alden, he went on to explain that Lipscombe had been dismissed from his post but the king didn't elaborate any further. With everything sorted the family along with the Governor Premier and his husband Brad joined the royal family for breakfast. Alex went up to see Marty again to make sure he had everything he needed, Marty patted the bed and Alex sat beside him telling him of everything that had gone since. He made Marty laugh explaining about this Tom guy, trying to describe him in as best details as he could had Marty smiling and encouraging Alex to try him out. Despite everything that had happened in the last 24 hours Alex had a new found respect for Marty and the way he defended him, true loyalty and a true friend in him was all Alex could see. He was happy spending the entire morning finding out so much about Marty. He never expected anything or wanted anything and that was what Alex found so unique about him, that and his sexual appeal. By the time Alex left at lunchtime he had found a very real friend in Marty. Tom arrived and dropped off two boxes of apricot jam with the new labels but was stuck for time and had to get back to the stall so Alex said he would pop by later. He was unsure if he should actually meet up with him, even though he was certainly assured of himself and he was without a doubt very pleasing to the eye. Then an idea stuck in his mind, not for personal gain but to help Tom reach his dream even though it was a long shot he wandered around the palace and finally found Jackson mulling through paperwork in his new role. "Your highness" Jackson said standing and bowing his head, "What do I owe this pleasure?". Alex chuckled "I miss you, but that is not what I am hear for" he replied sitting down. "Now you have got my attention" Jackson replied sneaking a kiss from Alex. "Stop that!" Alex giggled, "You know what that does to me, every thing is your fault!". "I do not have a clue what you mean" Jackson replied smiling broadly at him. "Meet me at the artisan marquee at 4pm" Alex said to in a do not say no manner. Jackson laughed "Seriously Alex I have so much to do" he replied, "Why should I?" he asked. "You need a new footman" Alex informed him and Jackson nodded, "I want you to meet Tom". Jackson raised an eyebrow "Another one of your conquests?" he asked smirking. "Certainly not! Well not yet but maybe" Alex replied giggling and standing up. "He applied before and well you know what Lipscombe was like" Alex said, "4pm don't be late". "As you command your highness" Jackson said standing and bowing then kissing Alex again. Alex spent the afternoon at the country fayre with the Liam, Steven and Brad. Laughing and playing all the games, tasting all the artisan products with Alex persuading Steven to buy the apricot jam that had new labels that showed the royal warrant. Jackson appeared dead on 4pm at the artisan marquee and was pleased to see Steven and Brad, Alex instantly picked up that something must have gone on between the three of them as they appeared way to overly friendly towards each other. Alex lead them all back to the jam stall and there stood Tom with his t-shirt off to the side enjoying a break and a little bit of sun. Alex coughed startling Tom who had his eyes closed "Your highness alright" he said bowing. "Tom, I want you meet Jackson and..." Alex was about to introduce Steven but was stopped. "Wow I know who he is" Tom said bowing his head again, "Your highness" he said. Steven chuckled "Tom I am not royalty you do not need to bow or address me like that". "Right Brad and I will leave the three of you" Alex said forgetting he hadn't told Tom. "To what?" Tom asked looking surprised. Jackson stepped in "Tom I am in charge of the royal household and I need a footman" he said. "Oh, right, oh you want to interview me?" Tom asked scratching his head. Jackson looked at Steven who nodded "No Tom, we are offering you the position" he explained. "Tom!" his mother Elspeth called, "What are you up to now?" she appeared wiping her hands. "Oh Governor!" Elspeth remarked taken back seeing him, "Tom put your t-shirt on this minute". "Mum, they have offered me a job at the palace" Tom explained to her surprised look. "Really?" Elspeth questioned getting excited, "Which palace?" she asked looking at Steven. "Well here until the family return to Balenciaga" Jackson replied watching her expression change. "Wow that is amazing Tom, don't screw it up!" she warned him. "So what do I do then?" Tom asked looking lost at what was suppose to happen. Jackson smiled "Monday morning 9am at the palace and we start your training as a footman". "So quickly" Elspeth said looking a little sad, "Is he going to live at the palace as well?". "Yes" Jackson replied, "Footman are expected to reside at the palace" he said. Elspeth nodded and looked at Tom "Seriously don't screw this opportunity up" she reminded him. Tom nodded to his mother "We will see you Monday morning Tom" Jackson said taking their leave. Elspeth waited then hugged her son, even she knew that the opportunity to work at the palace very rarely came up, and when they did it opened doors to numerous career moves both with the royal household and outside. Tom was beside himself with excitement having given up on ever being employed at the palace after his knock back last year. On their return to the palace early that evening Jackson and Francis were coming out of the king's office smiling when they came across Alex and Liam who congratulated them on their promotion. Francis and Alex decided to go up and see how Marty was fairing and they climbed the stairs when Alex suddenly stopped and looked at Francis. "So does this mean we won't get to hang out much now?" Alex asked. Francis shrugged "No idea, I guess that will be down to Prince Alden" he replied. Francis turned to look at Jackson talking to a member of staff "That might be a problem" he said. Alex looked in the direction Francis was looking "Why, do you not get on with him?" he asked. Francis looked at Alex "Alex how dumb are you? We are playing cat and mouse". Alex laughed loudly "What?" Francis asked looking at him quizzically. "Jackson was my valet and my first" Alex replied in a hushed tone. Francis pushed Alex up the stairs in shock "Anyway he is chasing me now as I stopped chasing him" he said. "I can put in a word for you" Alex replied giggling. Francis glanced back down the stairs "Find out how he feels" he said then turning to Alex. Alex nodded "I will, but you could ask him straight up" he said patting Francis on the shoulder. "So what are you going to do about this Max guy?" Francis asked curiously. "Don't know Francis" Alex replied stopping on the top stair, "Probably live my life forever regretting it". Francis stopped "Seriously Alex, if he meant that much find him" he said affectionately. Alex shrugged "I really can't think about him now" he said smiling at Francis. "I have some mates if you want setting up" Francis offered kindly. Alex glanced at him "Would they get royal approval though?" he asked. Francis put his arm around Alex's shoulder "Probably not, might be a bit to rough for you". "Set me up with them all" Alex replied laughing. Alex woke Monday morning feeling worse for wear, the previous evening had been a bit rowdy after having returned to the fayre for the close where Francis, Artem and himself had been visiting the stalls once more and sampling many of the delicious wines, one stall holder gave Alex a box of six bottles telling him they were for his birthday in January. Artem appeared in his room looking dishevelled to say the least which brightened Alex's day enormously. Marty was well enough to be out of bed and was invited to breakfast with the royal family where the king personally wanted to thank him for his loyalty to Alex. The bruises looked worse than he felt and during breakfast the king asked Marty if he would consider taking on the role Master of Royal Horses meaning he would be in charge of the each member of the royal families personal horses and their safe passage between Balenciaga and Greenacres. It was a role that had been vacant for several years, the king had suggested this to Gary who agreed that Marty would be perfect for this role. For Marty he was propelled from mere stable hand to second in charge at the Royal Mews with two groomsmen reporting in to him. Tom was still in a state of awe from his tour of the palace and all the passageways that allowed household staff to appear and disappear in an instant. Jackson looked at the young guy who was rough around the edges but instinct told him that Alex was generally right about people, he would take some training and in time would no doubt excel working his way up in the palace hierarchy. For now he was being trained as junior footman. Tom thanked Jackson for the orange juice as they got to work running through his routines and who he was to shadow for the first two weeks. Then he was fitted out in his footman uniform and quickly took a selfie sending it to his mother and father who were so proud of their son finally getting a job with great prospects. The final few days at Greenacres were looming. Marty was up and around doing some work in the stables and learning from Gary about his new role. His bruises were pale yellowy greenish now and was pain free apart from a few twinges in his neck and thumb print where Andreas had tried to throttle him one handed. Alex breezed through the kitchen grabbing a couple of bacon sandwiches that he had found out where Marty's favourite food and happily took them down to the stables calling out for Marty and finding him the barn moving bales around. "Hey brought you your favourite" Alex said calling over to him. Marty turned and bowed his head "Your highness, thank you" he replied sitting on the bale. Alex sat next to him "How is it going?" he asked taking a bit of Marty's sandwich that he offered. "Good, busy like but good" Marty replied, "And you?" he asked looking Alex in the eye. He nodded "Fine" he said trying not to express too much emotion. Marty leaned in and kissed Alex "You don't fool me Alex" he said putting his arm around him. "What do you want me to say?" Alex asked, "Twice in one year he tired it on with me". Marty smirked and kissed him again "Shouldn't be such a cock tease" he said making Alex laugh. "What really happened to Lipscombe?" Marty now asked finishing his sandwich. Alex chuckled "Lied to the king and tried to get Francis dismissed" he replied. Marty nodded "And what of this Jackson guy, is he alright?" he asked. "Yes and good in bed" Alex replied smirking, "Think he has his eye on Francis though". "He better not start taking my property away" Marty said taking a swig of water from his bottle. "Your property?" Alex asked raising an eyebrow grinning. "Yup, you both dam well now I own your arses" Marty replied standing up, "Get up!" he commanded. Alex stood and Marty kissed him hard then hugged him "My property and my friend" he said. Alex leaned back and looked at him "Fair enough" he conceded kissing him again. "Now piss off I have work to do" Marty said picking up a hay bale, "Lounge tonight?". Alex nodded "Definitely" he replied, "Anyway I have a date with Liam now" he added. "You what?" Marty asked looking jealous. "Self defence lesson" Alex replied enjoying the the jealous look on Marty was giving him. Marty walked towards Alex "Can you ask him if he would teach me as well please?" he asked. Alex smiled "Of course" he replied kissing him then walking out of the barn. Alex arrived at the gym in the basement of the palace to see Liam wearing his shorts exposing his full body deliberately since he knew that would get Alex going. What Alex didn't expect was seeing Nick on the weight bench pumping iron. He walked over to Liam but his gaze was on Nick wearing lycra shorts showing off his impressive bulge that clearly he was no shy of displaying. Liam stepped forward and pushed Alex. Alex looked at him "Did you just push me?" he asked looking shocked. "Yes!" Liam replied, "What are you going to do about twiglet?" he asked mocking Alex. Alex stepped forward and plunged a finger in Liam's chest "Did you just push me?" he asked again. Liam laughed in Alex's face then made a grab for him but Alex was getting quicker in his responses and ducked deliberately falling to the floor then using his legs he swiped Liam on to the floor. 'Excellent' Liam said standing up and really impressed by Alex who seemed to have a new found energy for protecting himself. Nick watched on from the bench enjoying the show until they finished their practice, Alex asked Liam if he would be willing to teach Marty and he eagerly agreed to train them both. "I will help if you like" Nick said standing up and walking towards them. Alex nearly buckled at the knees seeing his sweaty muscular tattooed body looming closer "Thanks" he said. Nick smiled "You are pretty good already" he said glancing at Liam and nodding. Liam chuckled knowing what Nick was thinking "Protection officer hug" he said to Nick who nodded. Alex looked confused at them both for a moment then realised they were both going to set on him. His legs failing to move from a sexual excitement that sprung up out of nowhere, desperately he was trying to curb the thought. Liam pulled Alex to his chest facing him and Nick moved in behind trapping Alex between their bodies. His initial reaction was of disgust feeling the sweaty bodies pressing in against his back and chest, the muscular arms of both men clasped together pulling each other forward and squashing Alex. He let out a cry then couldn't stop laughing at his predicament. "This is not fair" Alex managed to say between fits of laughter and cries feeling the pressure. Their bodies wriggle up hard against Alex "Whose the boss?" Liam asked waiting for a submission. Alex threw his head back against Nick's body "Me" he replied giggling as they held him tighter. Liam started giggling feeling Alex's cock getting hard "Someone is turned on" he said. Nick laughed and ground his hips against Alex "Man you have a big one" Alex said pushing back. Deliberately Alex turned the game and ground his arse against Nick's bulge feeling the desired effect and it growing firmer and firmer, the arms around him squeezing tighter. He could not escape the muscular bulk of the bodies crushing against him. Suddenly his feet left the ground being suspended between them, there were erections both front and back of him. Alex started panting realising he couldn't pull a full breath in and was getting even more aroused that his body started tingling all over. One look in Liam's eyes then rolling his head back against Nick's shoulder his body wriggled and he let himself go enjoying the orgasm that had been building in his groin. Heightened by the solid muscles against his back and chest he moaned loudly rolling his head side to side before realising his embarrassing state. "Enough" Alex said tapping out feeling the bodies squeezing him harder. They both let go and Alex fell to the floor laughing "Dam did you shoot?" Liam asked. Alex looked at the slimly patch on his shorts "Looks like I did" he replied laying flat out. He looked at Liam "He is way bigger than you in all departments" Alex said teasing Liam. Nick threw a towel over Alex "Knew he wouldn't last long" Liam said sitting on the floor. "Horny little thing isn't he" Nick said drying himself with a towel. Alex looked up grinning "Horny little prince, if you don't mind!" he said jokingly. "I need a shower" Liam said standing up and helping Alex to his feet. Nick saw for himself just how much Liam and Alex really liked and respected each other, yet it was only now he saw just how close the two of them were as friends. His charge, Prince Alden, was okay but certainly not as openly friendly like Prince Alexander was. He was a little jealous of them and also knew that Alden was the crown prince and therefore had to keep a certain distance as he was the one who was scrutinised constantly. "Well young prince how about that massage?" Nick offered. Alex shrugged "Sure, but don't go mad on me" he replied. Liam picked up a towel grinning "Careful Nick he might get you to do naughty things" he said. "Come here!" Alex said chasing after Liam who bolted out of the gym. "Wow you are naughty" Nick said throwing Alex over his shoulder carrying him to the massage room. Alex spent those few seconds looking at his tattoos without a care in the world until Nick sat him on the massage table and he came face to face with his lightly hairy and very masculine chest. He was calm enough to refrain from touching Nick since he really knew little about him, why he didn't know since he had just helped Liam out making him orgasm. His eyes though kept wandering down to the bulge that protruded so much in those tight shorts. Alex swung himself around and laid on his stomach ready, his head shot up when Nick removed his shorts carrying them two fingers and dropping them on the floor 'Yuk!' he exclaimed then chuckled walking back at the surprised look on the prince's face 'Chill out' he said oiling up his hands. He slowly massaged Alex from his toes to his neck and his fingers. Some erotic pleasures are greater and more stimulating, Alex was finding this out fighting against his cock and body surging in a pleasure that was taking him by surprise. At the same time he was so chilled out he never even noticed that Nick was now standing at his head, the bulge in touching distance of his tongue yet he refrained from doing what he really wanted to do. His fingers ran deep down Alex's spine causing him to moan and lift his head up. His eyes took a moment to focus at the bulge moving quickly forward and sinking in to his face briefly before being removed again and allowing him to breath normally. The massaged continued for thirty minutes during which time Alex totally relaxed although sexually heightened knowing whose fingers were all over his body. "I think you are done for now" Nick finally said giving Alex a light slap on the arse. He laid there in embarrassment afraid to look at him "Thanks" he said in a muffled tone. Realising he would have to move Alex sat up and Nick came around and kissed him on the cheek and left the prince alone in the massage room. Some days were simply weird and Nick had made it one of those days, was he like Liam or was Nick actually gay. It left Alex curious about Nick, the ever so quiet one who did his job and rarely socialised, certainly felt like Nick was teasing Alex which made him smile. Right now Alex could only smell the oil on his back, arms and legs, a very intoxicating reminder of that powerhouse of a man touching his body. Those last few days at Greenacres were some the best times they had, Alex, Alden and their father went horse riding and swimming in lake. Alex and Alden made a couple of trips in to town with Francis, Artem, Nick and Liam. Alden had completely changed feeling the freedom now Elethera was out of his life, it didn't stop him searching for a new girlfriend since he had a string of suiters but he was not in any rush right now. Francis was learning the role of valet quickly with Jackson and Artem helping out. For Jackson he was busier than ever taking on his new role plus helping to train Francis and Tom. Finally collaring Francis having had enough of their cat and mouse game, they had a good talk and decided to take things slowly and see what develops. Alex could clearly see that Francis doted on Jackson and behaved entirely differently around him trying to impress him. Even Alden's protection officer Nick, had become somewhat more acquainted with Alex and actually engaged in conversation quite a bit with him. Alex soon found out that hidden under his exterior was a normal guy with a sharp tongue and wicked sense of humour, something that even had Alden surprised seeing this side of Nick, the result had a good effect on them as prince and protection officer. Alex dismounted Danbury by the lake and took his book out to read, he had been needing a bit of solitude since everyone was trying to keep him busy from thinking too much. Alex turned hearing the soft gentle padding of a horse approaching. Marty pulled the reigns bringing Brandy to a stop then eased himself slowly off, the bruises around his neck were almost gone and Alex smiled at him as he walked closer. As usual Alex checked to see if he had the riding crop in his hands but they were empty. "I can go if you want to be here alone" Marty said in his deep soft voice. Alex shook his head "Don't be silly Marty" he replied. Marty took his t-shirt off "Came down here for a swim to exercise my body" he said. "What naked?" Alex asked quietly amused. Marty chuckled taking his boots off "Yeah I prefer swimming naked down here" he replied. Alex smiled putting his book down and leant across catching Marty by pleasant surprise, Alex kissed him gently on the mouth holding his lips against Marty's. He kissed again this time his mouth slightly parted and flickered his tongue to a receptive Marty. Alex moaned feeling the fingers running up along his spine until the hand cupped the back of his neck and they kissed deeply for almost five minutes before Marty let him go. "I came here to swim" Marty repeated with a grin on his face. Alex laid on his back "I know, I just wanted to kiss you. I like kissing you" he said softly. "Coming in for a swim?" Marty asked then leaning closer to Alex, "Fuck you in the water" he said. Alex laughed "You have to be kidding me?" he asked looking seriously at Marty who smirked at him. Having a look around to make sure no one was watching "I would love that" Alex replied. The cool water washed over his body invigorating him from head to toe whilst he watched Marty confidently walking in to the water with his cock already fully erect in anticipation of getting his prince and friend. There was no messing around or teasing foreplay as Marty took Alex in his arms kissing him and pulling the prince's legs up around his waist. His arse speared immediately as Marty pulled him in even closer, Alex threw his head back moaning loudly as the cold water had tightened his hole and it gripped hold of the invading cock making it a painful penetration. Gasping he tightened his arms around Marty's neck until he came to rest deeply impaled on his cock. Marty kissed him deep his hips gyrating a few times then the changing mode to gentle thrusts. Breaking the kiss several times Alex checked to make sure no one had appeared then resumed kissing Marty with all intent and purpose. The thrusts came slowly and delicately allowing Alex to relax his body, their mouths locked together in an unbreaking kiss that seduced Alex totally. The only thing running through his head was Marty's words 'You belong to me', how right he was but this was purely an outlet of sexual expression and need that they both revelled in. The thrusting started to become effortless and slick, a sign that Alex had come to understand was precum paving the way for the finale. The feeling of Marty deep in his body, the throbbing cock as the pace quickened with each passing moment had Alex floating on air, his moans lost inside Marty's mouth. How long they had been like this? Alex had no idea and it appeared that Marty was in no rush to get the job done. Suddenly Marty stopped kissing him leaning back his head to look at Alex, his cock pulsed angrily and Alex knew and could feel a huge warmth suddenly flooding his arse. His mouth slightly open with a pleasurable hint as Marty licked his lips and his hips thrusted deeper in to Alex, he made no sound as his orgasm came and went then pulling Alex back they resumed kissing. After a few minutes Alex became aware that Marty was going again and his cock showed no sign that this was over. The warmth of their sex, the cold chill of the water made a weird arousing combination between them. Marty moved one arm from around Alex's waist to his neck holding him in the kiss as his second orgasm raced through his balls and out in to Alex delivering a second hefty load. Unable to or wanting to escape the kiss Alex's eyes fluttered half closing handing himself over completely to Marty. After delivering a third load Marty finally felt sexual relief and released the prince from his duty to serve the people. Alex winced extracting himself off of Marty's cock "Holy cow!" he gasped in pleasured shock. "I got more if you want to carry one" Marty said dipping his head under water and surfacing. Alex moved closer and kissed him "Seriously I don't think I can't take more of that" he replied. Marty gave a deep chuckle "Oh I think you can and will!" he replied kissing Alex. Alex was about to protest but his legs had already wrapped themselves around Marty's waist again and his hole was already opened half embedded on the erect cock. Sure enough Marty had a hold on Alex that he found hard to resist, locking mouths so sensually Alex held on to Marty where they proceeded to enjoy two more rounds of chilly sex partly submerged in the lake. Alex shivered walking out of the water, the sun was much lower in the sky indicating that it must be pretty late in the afternoon. They dressed in silence partly through Alex unsure if words could equal what had just taken place between them, it was this shyness that Marty found endearing about the prince, that and he was a great fuck and kisser. "Riding back with me?" Marty asked breaking the silence. Alex smiled and nodded "Yes" he replied, Marty smiled walking over to Alex kissing him again. Alex grinned and mounted Danbury "What was that for?" he asked watching Marty mount Brandy. "What now I can't kiss you?" Marty asked then smiled moving off. "Is that it?" Alex asked moving Danbury in to a trot. Marty turned to look at him "You have an amazing arse to fuck" he replied casually. "Oh thanks!" Alex said finding him amusing, "That is all I am to you then?" he asked. "Stop fishing for compliments" Marty answered, "You know I like you" he added. Alex smiled catching up with Marty and they rode slowly back to the stables for half an hour talking nonsense non stop until they parted ways. Marty never once used the riding crop again on Alex, their secret sex meetings had evolved in to them being more laid back and fulfilling for both. Alex saw Nick a few times in the gym and he actually persuaded the prince to start working out properly. nothing was ever said about the massage that day and Nick made it perfectly clear that any time Alex wanted a massage he only had to ask. Naturally it confused Alex if he really meant a massage or the other thing as well. Alex had decided to hold off going too mad at working out until they were back at Balenciaga since there was a steam room which would help his bod recoup. Marty was also now learning some techniques from Liam whilst Alex mostly watched Nick working out and he certainly didn't seem to mind. On their last day Artem was coming out of his meeting with Linda carrying a handful of papers containing plans for Alex's Royal Duties up to Christmas. "In the car" Alex said stopping Artem before he could open his mouth. Artem heaved a sigh of relief "Thank god I haven't managed to go through them all yet" he said. Alex smiled "Anything interesting coming up?" he asked as they walked up to their rooms. "Trip to London in December for the charity, err..." Artem said looking at the paper, "5 days". "Good, I expect you to come along as well" Alex said but his tone was more of an offer. Artem smiled "Yeah too right!" he replied, "I mean thank you your highness" he said bowing. Alex laughed and went to finish packing his personal belongings ready for the morning.

First off, I simply love your mentality. I love the disgrace and deception that you take pleasure in. Its intoxicating at the least, and just reading your words makes me shake - thats how much my horniness overtakes me. I've been cheated on multiple times in two different relationships. The first was an overly piggy partner, we were both in our early 20s, and the amount of cheating, the type of cheating, was madness. While he was wild in the bedroom with me, what I found out he was doing behind my back, much later on, was monstrous. While I had a kinky side at that time, it was pretty much just fantasy, and I was very big into monogamy (go figure) and therefore me finding out about what he had done was devastating to the core. I was concerned since he had started using drugs, and i knew there was some unprotected sex, but I was just more concerned with the deception and the hardcore nature of it. He ended up leaving me at 23 to be with a 70 year old, and while I'm sure there were gold digger purposes to it, in the end, he was nasty, and he loved the age difference (I ended up finding out) and it brought him sincere pleasure sleeping with the oldest of men. That relationship devastated me to the core. I eventually found a much quieter, more well-put together guy, and experienced a pretty mundane and monogamous relationship with him. After what i experienced with my ex, he certainly checked all the boxes for faithfulness decency. He wasn't very horny a lot of the time, and he was very vanilla. As a way to spice up our sex life (I have an absolutely insane sex drive), we started talking about threesomes, and ya know, setting all the ground rules about being open and honest, blah blah blah. I started playing around with this ultra skinny bi polar guy, he was hot, his dick was huge (im not a size queen, just saying though) and he had a much healthier sex drive. I had kissed him as hard or harder than my boyfriend, but I knew it was all lust. My bf had never gotten involved due to his lack of sex drive overall. Finally one day my bf admitted, since he had been talking to the guy this whole time via messaging apps and stuff, that he actually liked him and wanted to go on a date with him, thinking we would make a good thruple if things worked out. I was fine with that, our dinner was fine and we took him back to our place. To my knowledge at that time, it was the first time my bf and him had met. Sitting on the couch he played the "its getting kind of hot in here card" and started to strip. My bf eyed me because he know i could be uncomfortable about this, with my past relationship (yes, even though I had been with his guy a handful of times, it had always been one on one). I went for it, kissing him, and my bf immediately approached and took him from me and that part of me inside snapped as I watched them make out. We got into the bedroom quick, stripping totally, me kissing every part of his body while my bf went down on his big dick (my bf IS a size queen and a cocker sucker through and through). Normal play ensued until we all came, there was no fucking. Throughout all this however it was becoming apparently clear, even minute by minute, that I was enjoying them too together more than I was enjoying being involved. And it was specific things too - i mean i certainly had no problem watching my bf's eyes roll into the back of his head sucking that big dick, but i was more turned on seeing their arms wrap around each other, how their fingers grabbed each other, and how heavily they kissed. We didn't hook up after that for a long time. The episodes of mania that this guy went through were pretty bad, and while I wanted to see him and my bf every night in our bed together, that wasn't happening. A year or so later this guy texted me out of the blue telling me that he had had my boyfriend hundreds of times without me knowing, half of that before we all met in the threesome described above. Based on this guys mental history I kinda scoffed at it and thought nothing of it. I texted my bf saying "oh here he goes again about some BS" and my bf broke down and said it was true. Here i was on my way to work, with no face-to-face, and im hearing my bf admit that hes cheated, monstrously. He kept saying he felt really bad, etc, etc., and while I expect many of you who read this will just say thats bullshit, knowing my bf the way I do, it was partially true. Hes an overall good person in a lot of ways, sensitive, caring, etc. However, he couldn't escape this boys grasp. THAT dynamic, the good mixed with the uncontrollable lust, is what did it for me. The guy told me he never wore a condom with my bf and the amount of loads in him eclipsed absolutely anything I've ever done. My bf was texting me asking if I was mad at him, and to be honest, I wasn't even at all. I felt...pride maybe? Contentment? at the very least i was stupid horny over it. I was dying to know what was said, how they loved each other, how crazy the sex had been, but I really only did get half answers. When I got home that day I demanded my bf fuck me and tell me every single detail from every single time he had gone over there, but alas, again the half answers continued. I think in some way this was because my bf couldn’t believe I was this turned on by it, and didn’t want to get caught in some entrapping situation, and then also, its because my bf doesn’t do well with begin verbal, at least with me at least. We had the guy back over multiple times after that. I got to watch them together understanding their history much more intimately. I learned that while Im extremely horny and love sex, in the end, seeing them together, how they kissed, how they loved, how they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, was more euphoric and blissful for me than anything else. I even got to hear my boyfriend whisper lustfully that he loved him, in the midst of the sex multiple times. I took many pictures of the events, pictures I still masturbate to daily, if not multiple times a day. I watched that raw cock enter my boyfriend without any questions ask, and I watched this guy try to impregnate him like it was his only mission on earth. I didn’t interact much. I wasn’t tied up or in another room, just watching and taking pictures. I would overwhelmingly, however, middle of the sex get under my bf and start tonguing the cock of the bull who had him in his grasp, as it went in and out of my bfs hole. And I would also clean his cock once multiple loads had been inserted. I really don’t know whats gone on since then, the guy hasn’t been around, off in mania again Im sure, but who knows if they have continued to do anything. He swears he hasn’t, even though Im practically chomping at the bit to hear THAT HE HAS. Nonetheless, I guess I don’t care. I want this shy meek and mild bf of mine giving in monstrously in any way he can. I’ve come to the realization that what my ex had done to me had come full circle, whereas back then what he had done was horrible, now, it was bliss. I found myself reminiscing about my ex and how much more pleasure I could have extracted from that situation if I only felt the way I do NOW, back then. Nonetheless I agree with @twinkhunter. Cheating should be deceptive, it should be destructive, and it should ALWAYS. BE. BAREBACK. Lust is the greatest of all emotions to me, and man that are bent to its will like my bf should be revered. Since then my bf and I have been very slutty together, on SOME occasions, (again with the low sex drive thing) but if Im honest doing anything with him has about a 10% euphoria feeling to the 100% I got finding out hes cheating. Its crazy how wrapped up in it I am. I masturbate nightly thinking of watching my relationship fall apart, watching lust destroy it, watching my bf become someone elses, and I love every feeling I get from it. I certainly have no issues, in fact would love, to chat about this more. If anyone wants to chat please message me.

I've been busy and a few chapters I came up with I don't really like how they turned out so they're in the bin. ------ Part 78 - The Role Play Ryan tapped out his reply hinting that he was running out of patience and wasn’t interested in just messaging back and forth. It was a hookup app, after all. He knew more about this guy’s life than he did his own boyfriend’s from the two weeks worth of messages. The guy seemed nice enough - just out of a relationship that ended because he was accused of being too vanilla. The guy asserted he wanted to be a lot more adventurous but wasn’t sure how. Ryan had told him that he too had once been quite vanilla, but had evolved into a try-almost-anything guy. He even told him that he could help the guy out. When his phone buzzed he almost ignored it, figuring the guy was going to keep dragging it out and not meet. His curiosity won out, though, and he looked. “Can we meet tonight?” was the message and Ryan had to read it two or three times to make sure he was reading it right. Ryan smiled. Tonight was his night off and Steven was working until close. "Sure. When? Where?” Ryan replied. A minute or so later he got an answer. “8? My place.” Another message got the address which was a dorm room near his own. Ryan sent a message to Steven telling him he was going to hookup and should be home a little later than him. He cleaned up and grabbed some lube, condoms (both tampered and safe) and a bottle of poppers and was on his way. Ryan knocked on the door of the dorm in a building a few blocks from his. The door opened and there stood the guy, obviously nervous. “Uh… Hi…” the guy said as he looked over Ryan. Ryan was checking out his hookup and at least the pics seemed to match the guy. He was standing there in basketball shorts and a tank top, his short military cut hair topping a cute face with a little chin patch goatee. His body was average - neither muscled nor skinny and Ryan knew he wasn’t hiding a six-pack under his shirt. His legs seemed to be pretty hairy and his long toes matched his long fingers. Ryan would soon find out that his hookup had a decent cock, but his bigger interest was the firm ass and tight hole that he had. There was no ink, no piercings, not even an sinister grin that said that this guy had any edge to him at all. Hopefully he would let Ryan push him past his staid sexual past and get at least a little wild. “Hi. Can I come in or are we just going to look at each other here for a while?” Ryan said jokingly. “Oh… Sorry. Yeah, come on in. I’m Jon.” “Hi Jon, Ryan. Nice room you have here. Looks like a few thousand other ones on campus. You have a roommate?” Ryan asked. “Yeah, he’s at his girlfriend’s apartment and won’t be back until midnight or tomorrow morning,” Jon replied. “Cool. There’s nothin worse than having a guy’s roommate walk in mid-fuck. Had it happen once and it was really awkward,” Ryan with a chuckle, while looking around the room. “This is my bed… uh… I guess we can use it,” Jon said pointing out the bed on which was positioned a large teddy bear. Ryan immediately decided that he was going to have to take charge or this session would take all night. He walked over and sat down on the bed and then lay back, remarking “Come on, I won’t bite unless you’re into that.” Jon cautiously went to the bed and sat, leaning a bit so he was angled towards Ryan, who asked “Your profile says you’re a bottom and looking to get more adventurous. What kinds of things have you done?” “Nothin crazy. Just sucking 'n' fucking,” Jon replied, clearly uncomfortable.. “Yeah, that’s definitely not crazy. It’s pretty much the bare minimum. What kinds of stuff do you want to try?” Ryan asked. “Uh… I… don’t know. My boyfriend, uh… ex-boyfriend said I was a boring fuck. I don’t know what to do to make it different,” Jon replied, now visibly upset and seemingly almost about to cry. “Do you watch any porn? You can get lots of ideas there. Some of ‘em suck, but it gives you a place to start” Ryan replied, realizing that this might be a lot more work than he was planning on. “No, I’ve never watched any porn. I was too scared that people would think I was a perver,” Jon answered. “If you have a roommate that spends most of his time away, you have a perfect place to watch some porn and jerk off while you see some of the stuff that guys do besides just suck 'n' fuck,” Ryan said looking around the room. Spying a tablet he asked "Is this yours?” Jon nodded and Ryan picked it up. He opened a browser and headed to his favorite porn site. “First thing you do is use private mode on the browser. That way these sites don’t end up in your history so if anyone looks through your tablet, then they don’t know you’ve been looking at porn,” Ryan explained. Jon nodded and moved over closer to Ryan to see the screen. “This site has a section for gay porn and then here you can see categories. Just pick what turns you on and look at the little preview windows,” Ryan continued, selecting the category 'fetish'. He noted with amusement Jon’s mouth drop at some of the titles and the pictures. “We could watch some bits of these vids and then do the same things ourselves, or we could just set up a scene and do it,” Ryan suggested. “Uh, let's try the second one,” Jon said, apparently stunned by the images. “OK, this is called role play. We think up a scene, like in a movie, and just ad lib it,” Ryan explained as he stood up and set the tablet on the desk. He knew he was going to have to direct everything, but figured he could make it as hot as he wanted. “How do I know what to do? Or say?” asked Jon. “Just think what someone in that situation would do. There’s probably not going to be much talking after the first few minutes anyway,” Ryan replied. “Do you have any ideas?” Jon asked innocently and falling right into Ryan’s hands. “Uh… Let me think… OK. Take your clothes off and lay down on your bed. Let’s say I found you in your room in a bath house. I’ve been cruising around looking for a hot guy to fool around with. OK?” Ryan said as he pushed his shoes off and dropped his jeans. “What’s a bath house?” Jon asked as he nervously stripped his shorts and shirt off. “A gay bath house is a place where guys can go to fuck. They usually have a public place to play and a sauna or pool, showers, a locker room, and a bunch of private rooms you can rent if you don’t want guys watching you fuck” Ryan said. “I don’t think I would go to a place like that,” Jon responded. “Not before. But as you get more curious about sex, you might want to try it. Now, lay face down,” Ryan said. Jon looked back at Ryan now standing in his room naked except for a bulging jock strap. He felt intimidated since Ryan seemed to feel so comfortable naked in front of a stranger. He lay down on his stomach and looked off the side of the bed, unsure of what Ryan might do next. Ryan walked up to the bed and rubbed his hand over Jon’s firm, lightly furry ass. “Mmmm. Nice. I assume since you left the door open, you’d like some company,” Ryan said, dragging a finger along the crack in Jon’s ass. Jon gasped. There was a long pause as he just looked up at Ryan. “Uh… yeah I… would,” Jon said. “Since you’re showing your pretty ass off, I’m gonna guess you like to get fucked which is good, since I’m looking to fuck a hot hole,” Ryan said as he moved his body up to Jon’s head while letting his fingers run down Jon’s back. Ryan’s cock was now straining the fabric and with one finger he pulled open the side and let it pop free. Jon looked at the stiff shaft that was right in front of his face. “I think you should suck it first and get it slick with your spit,” Ryan said. Jon’s eyes were wide open and Ryan could feel his body trembling under his fingers. Slowly, Jon moved closer and first started to lick with his tongue around the head and then down the cock. “Come on, open up and suck it like a good bottom boy should,” Ryan said. Jon was startled. No one had ever talked to him like that. He had only sucked six cocks before that night and most had pushed him to his knees and then guided his head to their cocks and then let him bob up and down on it until they wanted to fuck him or they came in his mouth. Ryan felt Jon’s lips surround his cock and then Jon started to suck. Ryan put his hand on the back of Jon’s head and started pushing Jon’s head further down. Jon had never really had his face fucked and having a cock being thrust into his mouth and then throat was a new experience. He tried not to panic but it took a few minutes to relax and get used to having a cock fill his mouth. Ryan was just nudging the tip of his cock into Jon’s throat, knowing if he went further that Jon would gag and probably puke. When he felt Jon relax he gave a few more strokes and pulled Jon’s head off his cock. “Pretty good, cocksucker. Let’s see if you’re even better on your knees,” Ryan mused. Jon looked up at Ryan who was backing away from the bed to give him room to kneel. He rolled off the bed and was embarrassed to see his cock pointing straight out. Normally his cock stayed soft the entire time he was having sex. “Hurry up, I know this isn’t the first time you’ve been on your knees in front of a cock. You probably have been on them all day, sucking every guy you could find in here,” Ryan said. Jon was a little confused but then realized it must be part of the role play. Ryan guided Jon’s head back on his cock and started to thrust in while holding his head still. After several minutes of face fucking, Ryan paused, instructing Jon “Relax your throat.” Then Ryan slowly pushed his cock all the way in. Jon’s lips were planted on Ryan’s trimmed pubes and he held it there for several seconds until he could feel Jon fighting to pull away. “Yeah, that felt good. You need to practice more so you can stay down longer” Ryan said while Jon gasped for air. Jon instinctively went back down on Ryan’s cock and after a dozen strokes, pushed all the way down on his own. He counted the seconds off and got to seven when he had to pull back. He looked up and Ryan was staring back down at him with a big grin. He inhaled deeply and did it once again, making it to nine seconds before he had to breathe. “See, you just need practice. Now, show me that hot ass of yours again. Bend over the bed” Ryan commanded. “Yes, sir” Jon said. He laid his chest on the mattress and his knees were on the floor. He was worried since he couldn’t see what Ryan was going to do. Moments later, he felt two hands pull has ass apart and then Ryan spat on his hole. This was different than all of the other times he had been fucked. His ex usually had him on all fours, lubed up his cock and then dropped some lube on his hole and then pushed in. He could feel the cool air on his wet hole and then felt the hot breath blow on it. Ryan buried his face in Jon’s butt, attacking the taint and Jon’s hole with his tongue. Jon jumped but then felt a firm hand slap his ass. Ryan ate and sucked on the hole and was surprised that for as little experience that Jon had he did know how to clean his hole out. Moans were coming out of Jon and the pitch changed as he experienced each new way that Ryan’s tongue could pleasure him. He wiggled and pushed his ass back, wanting to feel the sensations even deeper. Suddenly Ryan sat back and the cool air once again hit his hole. Jon felt empty. He wanted Ryan’s tongue back working on his pussy. Instead, he felt one of Ryan’s fingers rub round the pucker and then push in. This too was a new feeling and when Ryan pushed a second finger in he began moaning again. Then a third finger squeezed in. This was much bigger than his ex’s cock and the twisting and pushing felt really different. His moans now alternated with whimpers. Jon had always loved getting fucked. He was always mesmerized by the feelings as a cock would fuck in and out of his hole. He would stay still and just concentrate on the feeling. Usually his ex would fuck a while and either cum in the condom or the lube would wear off and then the pleasure turned to pain for Jon and he would make his ex pull out and masturbate until he came all over Jon’s back. Ryan pulled his fingers back and squirted some lube into the slightly gaping hole before he pushed his fingers back in. “You’ve been a naughty bottom boy, haven’t you. I feel cum inside you. You’ve let all those other guys fuck you bare and then cum inside you,” Ryan said with a smirk. He gave a few more strokes with his fingers before pulling them out and then moving in. He slicked his cock up with a little more lube and then tapped his bare cock on Jon’s hole. “NO!” Jon said and then added “They all used condoms. I always use condoms. They just said they used a lot of lube since I’m tight.” Ryan chuckled, realizing that Jon had actually continued the role play. “Yeah, a lot of guys use that excuse. They fucked you raw and then bred you. No need for me to waste a condom if they didn’t,” Ryan said as he pushed in. “Oh my god. No. Please!” Jon said as he felt the cock slide into his hole and then pop past the ring. It did feel different and he knew that Ryan’s cock was longer and thicker than his ex’s, yet seemed to go in so much easier. The fear and panic quickly disappeared as Ryan rocked his hips and filled more and more of Jon’s cunt with cock. Ryan dripped a little more lube on his cock before he started to really drill in. Jon let Ryan fuck him and once again was concentrating on the feeling in his hole from the shaft pumping in and out of his ass. He was frozen on the bed and floor while Ryan fucked him. Whack! Ryan slapped his ass, leaving a large red mark. “Come on, work that ass. Show me you like getting fucked” Ryan said. Jon was shaken out of his trance. “Do what?” he asked. Whack! “Do it! Work your hole around my cock” Ryan said. He tried to squeeze his hole but wasn’t sure that Ryan could feel it. “More! And rock those hips back” Ryan said. That he knew he could do, so Jon pushed his chest off the bed and pushed back against Ryan’s inward thrust. Suddenly he realized he was really part of the fuck. The sensations got stronger as Ryan’s cock pounded into him and he pushed into Ryan. Jon’s cock was still rock hard and now he was feeling Ryan’s balls slap into his. Ryan hammered in several times and then pulled his cock all the way out, leaving Jon pushing back against air. “Don’t want to cum just yet… Get up on the bed on your back, leaving your ass over the edge” Ryan said. Shocked at the sudden emptiness, Jon did as he was told without thinking. All he wanted was to feel that cock back inside him. Ryan rolled him back on his shoulders and said “Grab your legs, pull em back” as he tapped his cock against the open hole. Ryan looked down at Jon and smiled, pushing his bare cock back inside. “Oh fuck!” Jon exclaimed as every inch slid into his hole. Ryan’s hips rolled and he started fucking faster and faster while leaning over between Jon’s legs. He reached forward and twisted Jon’s nipples and felt Jon’s hole clamp down on his cock. His moans and grunts got louder and louder as did Jon’s, anyone walking by the room would know that someone was getting fucked. Fifteen minutes of pounding and Ryan knew his time was up. His balls were pulled tight to his body and his cock was throbbing with each stroke. He looked down at Jon and locked eyes with him. He saw Jon in total bliss and said “I’m gonna breed you.” Jon nodded, unable to do much else but enjoy the new feelings. Ryan thrust his cock in deep and felt his cock pulse as shot after shot of charged seed pumped into Jon’s unsuspecting chute. He slammed his cock in twice more as the last spurts of cum filled the sloppy hole. Ryan stood there staring back at Jon for a few more moments and then pulled his cock out and lowered Jon’s legs. He grabbed Jon’s shorts and wiped the cum off his cock and went over and put his clothes on. Jon was still panting on his bed, stunned at what just happened. “Hey, you want me to leave the door open so the other guys can take a turn on that great ass of yours?” Ryan said as he slowly opened the dorm room door. Jon replied “No, I’m done for tonight. I hope we can do it again some time.” “Yeah, that turned out a lot better than I thought it would. Same time tomorrow. You’re going to make a good cum dump” Ryan said as he walked through the door.

I went to a gay club a few days ago because I wanted to cruise for some hot big cock studs. The club wasn't very busy so it was easy to scope for potential guys who'd want to fuck me. There was one guy who kept checking me and and I rumor was that He had a huge cock. See I go to this club regularly so I know a few of the regulars. Anyway, I needed to take a piss so headed to the toilets and went into a cubicle. As I was opening the door of the cubicle the guy who had been checking me out pushed me back into the cubicle and locked the door behind him. By the way, this guy was know to fuck everyone and anyone and rumor was that he had hiv. By this time I was already very drunk so didnt care much, I just wanted a big cock to fill up my ass! Next thing I know I am on my knees with a 23cm cock in my mouth. This cock was so thick I couldnt get my hand around it! This guy was trying to force his huge cock down my throat and make me gag! He pulled out and said to follow him, reluctantly I did so. He led me outside the club to a dark alley next to the club. He said he needed to piss and I have to take out his cock and hold it for him. After all the piss had drained from his cock I dropped to my knees and sucked the last bit of piss from his cock and really worked his cock to get it wet and slimy from all the gagging. Next he told me to get on all fours and lined his cock up with my hole. Slowly he started to force his cock in my hole. It hurt a bit but I was still so drunk and his cock was very slippery from my bj. Next he just started pounding me and saying, "You like big raw cock up your pussy, huh?" and "You want my load up your cunt you slut?". This really got me going and I started backing up and meeting his thrust with my now very sloppy and sore hole. His pace started to quicken and his grunting got louder and he really started talking dirty. "You want this big load up you pussy boy hole?" "My huge raw cock is tearing up your hole boy." He really fucked me hard now and what he said next was all that was needed for me to blow my load: "Here comes my toxic load you slut! Take my fucking poz load!" And with that he shot all his cum up my ass. He stayed in my ass and ground his cock in and out of my hole for a minute. He then got up and left without saying a word. My ass was sore and full of cum but I wanted more...